#hauntedgilbert

[kolhearted-archived]

LET IT BE KNOWN. || ( @hauntedgilbert ) 

Jeremy still kills Kol, but it’s an accident and Elena is not involved

at all.

at. all.

They were planning to fake his death

yeah, oops, he ends up actually dying. the best laid plans, I tell ya.

they were mostly trying to buy time to figure out how to Save The World™  

All of the animosity is a hoax / they’re still Denver Dudes™

Kol’s animosity toward Damon is still, 10000%, genuine

half for his own sake and half for Jer’s

Kol takes advantage of the fact that Jeremy is a MEDIUM and he “haunts” Jeremy and essentially makes his life terribly inconvenient

inconvenient in that Jer is trying not to let people know Kol is there and it’s getting hard not to laugh at the spot-on observations the original vampire has to make

seriously kol you’re gonna get caught. 

Kol is still hella pissed at the fact that his family spares about zero fucks for him.

“But this makes no sense!” you say. 

you know what else doesn’t make sense? 

canon.

[fallenregent-a]

We complimenting @hauntedgilbert now ? You mean one of my ultimate best friends ? Someone who knows when I’m quoting Jake Peralta and knows how to make me smile when things are bad ? Who writes everything we could possibly imagine together and has been my rock for the past year and a half so faithfully ? Idk man , I think I got lucky to have someone amazing as one of my closest humans. I’ve never met someone as loyal and as talented as her. Absolute best friend goals .

[cleverasthcdevil]

            “we hunt those who hunt us. we protect those who can’t protect themselves.”

[seesgood]

“It sucks here without you.” But that didn’t really need to be said. He probably already knew it, they all did. Caroline sighed into the phone, staring down at the printed words on the page of the book in front of her. After awhile, they all seemed to blur together. She���d been at it for hours. Even Elena had given up for the time being. But she couldn’t. Because until they found some sort of reversal for the hunter’s mark, she had to stick with these sporadic phone calls. She couldn’t even see him, because if she did, there was a really good chance that he’d try to kill her, and according to Damon she couldn’t be trusted to fight back if he did lunge at her. “I miss you. Your sister’s driving me crazy. And...I haven’t had sex in weeks.” She smiled, letting out the ghost of a laugh through her nose before she spoke again. “How’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer training going?”

---- @hauntedgilbert ; starter call.

[ebvenom]

*boops your nose*

          behind the venom.    oh thank god, other asks from you guys are good to come through. maybe its just sending ourselves asks that don’t work?

[shewhosaves]

@hauntedgilbert​.

     ‘  dawn’s not here.  ‘   she says with a surprising nonchalance,  her voice resembling that of a calm,  still-watered pond.  she looks nothing like herself:  her hair is pleated neatly back in a straight ponytail and she has...  more bruises than normal.   from what, anyway?   she’d skipped town to get away from fighting monsters, but they always seemed to find her.

     ‘  she.   doesn’t even know i’m here.  mom’s at work.  ‘   she hopes she’s in school.  and not shacking up with a vampire,  the way buffy had been at her age.   well, almost.   give or take a couple of years.  she’s almost looking past jeremy,   even though she hasn’t seen him  ---  or anybody  ---  in months.  she moves aside,  stiff as a board,  to let him in the door.  robotically,  she thinks,  and it sends a silent,   invisible shiver down her spine  ---  the reminder of spike’s living,  breathing blow-up sex doll,  that was.

[allroundlostcause]

Don't forget about your son Jeremy

How could I?

[meredithcheats]

@hauntedgilbert  wanted a starter

“And look at you, in one piece,” Meredith stated as she moved towards him, a smile slowly spreading across her face.  “I take it you learned your lesson --- no more jumping headfirst into deadly situations?”

[wolfscldier]

hauntedgilbert replied to your post “i need to figure out some kind of system to juggle two tumblr blogs...”

session box helps with multiple tumblrs, cause you can sign into different ones at the same time

i use session box and i love it!  even though it gets me into trouble xD

what i mean is time management on replies since i royally sucketh at getting those back in a timely manner.

[littlewxtchaa]

hauntedgilbert replied to your post “hauntedgilbert replied to your post “ALL OF THE BONNIE/FINN...”

I stand by it

You still don’t know how to wingman. 

[kolhearted-archived]

Happy birthday!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

OUT. || I believe, if I remember correctly, this is the second year in a row you are the first person in my life to wish me happy birthday. If not the first, then one of them! 

Liv, I LOVE having you in my life!! Thank you for putting up with my shenanigans and puns ( mostly puns ) and wow you are amazing. I love that I know you. 

                                            ~~baby shark do do do do do do~~

[fallenregent-a]

@hauntedgilbert

     the banging had pulled the female from her bed , mood having been lowered due to the cloudy forecast , night having rolled around and she had still felt that melancholy rattle through her bones . pulling herself from bed she had seen the colors in the sky , what looked like fireworks & curiosity had pulled her in , wandering into the woods and seeing a male standing in the clearing , shooting what seemed to be as arrows into the sky . ‘ you are aware there are those much more angry than I that will be awoken by your loud declaration of ... art . ‘

[cleverasthcdevil]

@hauntedgilbert

Today was the anniversary of Jackson’s death. Ever since the loss of her boyfriend Lydia didn’t do relationships. She did one night stands, friends with benefits, threesomes.The only people she loved were her siblings, her Dad, and her friends. Anyone more than that would be the making of a disaster. Jackson had been proof of that. She still visited his grave every year, talked to him about all the things she couldn’t tell Jeremy. There weren’t many secrets she kept from him but the rare few she told to Jackson’s final resting place. Lydia must have sat there for hours because it was dark by the time she left, she didn’t even notice somebody was following her as she left. The attack happened so fast that she could hardly react. Blood dripped from a wound on her forehead and something was at her throat that she kept clawing at to break away from. Finally she got enough breath to scream and heard a yelp from behind her as they backed away and ran off - leaving her dazed and injured. It was a short distance back to her cabin and Lydia headed straight for her brother’s bedroom, standing outside of it shaking, bleeding, and bruised. 

[seesgood]

She was pathetic. She looked pathetic. And she knew they were all thinking it. The great Caroline Forbes, a freaking legend in pediatric surgery --- standing half-soaked and completely strung out on the porch of a house that housed half of the year’s interns. They’d invited her in, but she’d refused. Chosen to pace nervously on the front porch until he finally came to the door. But before he could say anything, she was speaking, the words rushing out of her. “I love you.” That was the first thing she blurted, but it wasn’t the last. She didn’t even give him a shot to say anything before she was talking again. “And I know I screwed up. Like...a lot. A lot, a lot. Like way too much and you shouldn’t ever forgive me because I screwed up and I didn’t tell you about Stefan and that was my bad because I thought I could start over but it was unfair and bitchy and manipulative and I’m sorry. And then again, when I should have chosen you, but I didn’t. Because I was scared and you’re---” She looked at him, shaking her head. “Brilliant and smart and funny and you make me laugh and I don’t know how to deal with guys that actually like me, you know? Or maybe you don’t. But it doesn’t matter because I screwed up and I know that and I’m sorry ---- but I love you. I’m in love with you. And I get it if you never wanna see me again, or if you never want to look at me again and if you want me to I’ll...I’ll never say it again. But I’m...I’m love with you. And I’m not gonna screw this up again. I’m gonna make it right, okay? I’m gonna fight for you so, whatever competition there is, I’m in. I’m all in.” 

--- @hauntedgilbert ; a starter you didn’t ask for but i was watching greys and had feels and yes.

[fiercerebekah]

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

[shewhosaves]

five times kissed

SEND FIVE TIMES KISSED FOR A DRABBLE about five times our muses kissed.

THE FIRST TIME. (THE ACCIDENT. ) *

it’s an accident. or, well, you want to say it’s an accident. you’re close, but friends aren’t supposed to do these things. ‘if we sleep together, you can’t take it back.’  his voice echoes in your head. you think about it, turn it over and over in your mind — the heavy breathing, carefully placed fingertips, involuntary sounds you didn’t mean to make. ( you didn’t sleep together, but you could have. ) your chest burns with the alcohol you know it’s always a bad idea to consume and he just sits there, opposite you, back against the fabric and — quiet. that’s the best part about sitting here on this couch with jeremy: he shuts up, you shut up, it’s all fine and good. it won’t be tomorrow, though. somebody has to address what’s happened: and you know it’s always going to be you.

THE SECOND. ( AND LAST. ) *

you want to PRETEND this time is just an accident, all too reminiscent, easy to fall back on, but it’s getting harder and harder to convince him — and yourself — that all you feel is… friendly. it’s been a long time since you’ve felt like this about a human being and maybe that’s why your breath catches in your throat and your spine tingles when his warm lips touch you but it can’t be this way, you know it can’t. everyone you love dies, leaves, or gets hurt. the second time is the time you swear will be the last.

THE THIRD. ( THE MISTAKE. ) *

there’s screaming and yelling and you really, really know this time ( you’re in too deep to take it back ). won’t be any backpedaling for bunny and jeremy. he’s grilling you and then you’re leaping forward, curling into his body and clinging like it’s going to save your life. and he has, a few times, actually. more than you can say for ... most people in the universe. he means something to you --- this is exactly why it’s such a terrible idea for you to be together, but what does it mean that you can’t STOP ? some frame of time passes: maybe hours. maybe minutes. could be days. during this ambiguous swath of time, as if time means anything --- you’ve learned it hasn’t: you lose your resolve, find yourself falling all the way down the rabbit hole. it isn’t fair, though. he tripped you. and you think it might’ve been on purpose.

NUMBER FOUR. ( THE CONFUSION. ) * 

you don’t know what it all means. you know it’s been a long time since you’ve felt like this --- been in love. ( are you in love? ) with jeremy? the kid who showed up with a crossbow and insisted he knew what he was doing, that he could handle himself and then ended up flat on his back with a couple cracked ribs. don’t they all. he blurts it out. you had an eerie feeling it’d come to this one day, even though this is maybe sooner than you’d expected and you don’t realize you’ve said it back until after it’s already tumbled from your lips. maybe it’s because imminent death is just around the corner, or maybe it’s because you think you’re both going to die --- but somehow, it doesn’t feel like that invalidates anything. it all only confuses you more. people are weird in a crisis.

AND THE FIFTH. ( THE GOODBYE. ) * 

well, he didn’t die, ( even though he’d have come back if he did ) but it feels like a part of you has. you’ll come back. when you can. he thinks you’re headed down to the supermarket, agrees to stay at the house with dawn, who’s been traumatized enough for the decade. you’re standing under the door jamb, back to the world, front to him. that’s going to change in just a few seconds, so you revel in the time you have left. you have to do this, you know. if he’s here when you come back, maybe you can... pick up where you left off --- but you don’t count on it. you never count on things. they all die or skip town, remember? nothing is set in stone. ‘i’ll be back,’ you tell him as you pull away, and you know he can smell that something’s off. you shiver thinking about the play you did in high school in a toga. you’ve never been a very good actress.