#ofbeinghuman

[elenasdiariesx]

starter for @ofbeinghuman

Everything was confusing; it felt as though her whole body was numb, in pain and agony that she had this massive migraine and aching in her head. That it felt as though it was about to explode and there was nothing else she could do but sit there and clamp her head, wanting to tare her hair out to just confuse the pain with something else and something else to think about. She had to do something, anything but right now she was drifting, in and out of consciousness and all she could see was the image of Stefan standing there before her own body with a tight hold upon her hand. What exactly happened to her? She wasn’t dead was she? She couldn’t have been. Stefan had to have saved her, he saved Matt, Matt was okay, but her? She felt like death and here she was laying in the morgue, her throat dry and her lips. 

That this was the whole phase of transition; her body weak and pale that she looked like death, that even if there was a slight bit of sunshine and rays in the room she was sure it would sting her eyes and pain her. Just like the flu you could have, that would make you sensitive to light and sound and right now she felt as though she could feel and sense everything in that building. She wanted more than anything to go home, she wanted to see Matt. Where was he? He was safe, he had to be safe, she had to see him, he almost drowned too, well technically, she had died? and he was still alive. Her thoughts and memories were all left alone for now, she had little knowledge of ever being compelled by anyone even though her dreams weren’t saying so, dreams of him.. Damon Salvatore. 

What were those feelings and dreams? That things had been said before that she had long forgotten- or that she was made to forget.. was this how her life had been turned into? She was dead, even though it wasn’t the death she had wanted for herself; maybe if she was dead all problems would stop, but that was something that was never going to happen, she wouldn’t exactly live- peacefully. The realisation of it all hadn’t hit her yet. Dead... it was just a simple word. 

That sickness feeling came over her, as she gulped down the dry lump in her throat; her fingers gripping down along the sides of her face as she looked between Stefan and then the door, then to where Damon was. She needed to get out. She had to, she had to get away from here. She wasn’t merely afraid, she was just... she didn’t even know how to describe how she felt other than being motionless, nauseous and not being able to speak properly, that each time she began to open her mouth now. She hadn’t a clue on how she managed to survive, she breathed out quite breathlessly as though she hadn’t had a breath of air in her body, her stomach still tight but her body was incredibly cold. No wonder, she was in the morgue one of the coldest places to keep dead bodies and in the smell was the scent of death. 

Coughing she pulled her hands around her body not even caring that Stefan had his grip on her palm. That as the hold was broke, all Elena could do was watch him in curiosity as her body felt like it was going limp once again, her mind blanking out. “Stefan?” she breathed out heavy her voice croaked out like she was old, like she was dying, her body weak as her legs collapsed beneath her; her head falling back as her hair dangled down her back, her body still damp from the water and from drowning as her eyelids closed, drifting out of consciousness.

[hairjustice]

@ofbeinghuman

“Is this the part where we do selfcest for the fan girls?”

[ofinsecuritiies-a]

i WON’T let you run from me this time you’re M I N E.

[kellyschwark]

Some days stand out in your mind as pivot points in your life. The day your child enters your life. The day you meet a lifelong friend. An experience you've always dreamt of having. The day you have a breakthrough. Yesterday was one of those days. I was 1:150, but I often felt like it was a 1:1 session, and Elizabeth Gilbert or Jen Pastiloff was speaking directly to me. "I'm right here. I got you." So SO many important takeaways from the day, so many things my muse is itching to work on, so much to share with you... but for now, I want to thank Elizabeth Gilbert (#EstPrayLove #BigMagic) and Jen Pastiloff (#OfBeingHuman) for sharing and shining their light into the broken places during yesterday's #OnBeingMagic Workshop. I want to thank them for reminding me to stretch my mind, soul, and my less-than well attended body. Thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! (Oh, and Jen - yesterday you asked someone "Tonight, will you regret not doing this?" Well, I regret not getting a photo with you. Your session ripped me open in the most powerful and loving way. I guess that just means that I have to figure out the means and a way to one day attend one of your retreats!) @elizabeth_gilbert_writer @jenpastiloff (at Location 215 Philly) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3HSFyEF5ZD/?igshid=qaqujaz90qjh

[eterniityofmisery]

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"This is a terrible plan, what is wrong with you? I know you can do better. There must be secrets in that hero hair. Now share with the class, brother."

[putastakeinit]

@ofbeinghuman || cont. from here.

That temper was terrifying. It reminded her of when her brother was first turned and he was struggling (still was) with his transformation of becoming a vampire. “Whoa, chill out, man. I was just talking to the damn fly that wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m sorry.” He was really on edge whatever his problem was. Maybe he just didn’t like her, though she couldn’t imagine why since they hardly spoke to one another. Or maybe he was just in a shitty mood and it had nothing to do with her. Perhaps he had home issues. Now she might not have known him terribly well but judging from the past few times she had classes with him, he seemed fairly calm and collected until now.

[rcddoor-a-blog]

@ofbeinghuman from here.

he’s not quite sure what’s happened. all he knows is that one moment he’s on his feet, and the next, he’s on his back, the point of the white oak ash dagger against his chest. he catches stefan’s hand, staying the blade. “ you can’t dagger me. you will die; the blade is cursed. “ what has gotten into him, he’s not sure, but appealing to his humanity may not work, so he appeals to one thing almost every vampire clings to: a firm commitment to self preservation.

[objectivelyhot-aa]

          ❝  you  can’t  keep  me  safe  from  EVERYTHING.  ❞

@ofbeinghuman

[badasshybridqueen]

@ofbeinghuman│♕│ Continued From Here ✩

[ SMS: Stefan @ 10:03 PM ] Mystic falls hates me. You know that...BUT you do know how I love massages, alcohol and baths.

[ SMS: Stefan @ 10:04 PM ] Though I have to ask. If your hands aren’t going to be doing the massaging, exactly what is going to be doing it? 

[ SMS: Stefan @ 10:05 PM ] And this bath - will you be joining me in it? Because I could just take a bath here in my very quiet, very large house, bubbles and all. So I’m wondering if there’s any incentive to taking a bath at your place.

[ SMS: Stefan @ 10:06 PM ] Also what exactly would you suggest I do with my daughter hmm?

[ofoptimism]

── ▸» @ofbeinghuman .

❛Don’t look at me like that.❜ she says while her arms rest now on her chest. She can’t lie and say she’s not tempted to do what Stefan is asking her but she’s tired. Her day was exhausting and she’s sure she can’t do another thing without her energy being completely drag away.  ❛oh come on !, it’s not fair.❜

[stopdefendingme]

            “ — break-ups are always tough, stef. you can either  ( A. )  WRITE  IT ALL DOWN in that diary of yours, or  ( B. )  DOWN A GLASS of bourbon. hint: go with option B.” @ofbeinghuman

[quccnofhell-blog]

[ tug ]

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  rough ( some nsfw ) edition.

    “ well there’s one way to a girl’s heart. you know i like it ROUGH stefan. don’t be gentle. “

[ofinsecuritiies-a]

@ofbeinghuman gets the ‘we’re trying to be friends but dAMN I WANNA BE WITH YOU SO BAD’ thing

when someone knocked on the front door of caroline’s house, she frowned. she didn’t remember inviting any of her friends over, that was why she was still in her pajamas, with her hair up in a bun and no makeup on. still, the blonde paused the episode of f.r.i.e.n.d.s she was watching and rose up from the couch, making her way to the entryway. she spotted stefan standing outside and smiled instantly, trying to ignore how her heartbeat picked up a fast face as soon as she caught sight of his face. caroline smoothed her tank top with the help of her hands before opening the door and leaning against it. ‘please don’t tell me we’ve made plans and i completely forgot about it’, she said, wrinkling her nose lightly before stepping aside and opening the door even further. ‘do you want to, huh, come in?’

[epicallies]

🆕

SEND 🆕 AND I’LL RESPOND AS A CHARACTER I HAVE PLAYED OR WISH TO PLAY AS! 

“look man, i don’t want any trouble.” if only eric van der woodsen knew the depth of the rabbit hole he’d fallen into, he might’ve backed out before he slipped. unfortunately, he’d had his fair share of moments with darkness, enough to make him so confident that he thought he could handle this ( whatever this was ), and that he could be the one to bring his sister home. he had no idea the trouble he was in.

even though a missing sister was cause enough to spend every single second worrying, the very first days after she was missing eric had actually quite enjoyed looking for her. at that time, he wasn’t aware of the seriousness of the situation; he thought serena had pulled another disappearing act, and that she’d return in a few days, or a few weeks if the scandal was too big to burn in days. at first, eric had even enlisted the ‘help’ of a friend, had seen it as a game— like the two van der woodsens were playing hide and seek like they used to when they were younger.

eric loved movies, so he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to play out one of those spy classics. he’d found ‘clues’ about his sister’s disappearance, and started to follow the ( very slim ) trail that she’d left behind. it wasn’t until there had been a month of radio silence that eric really started to worry. and it wasn’t until the ‘clues’ he was following were sending him more and more into the unknown that he started thinking this was not just another getaway to the hamptons to escape gossip girl’s watchful eye.

never, ever in his whole life would he have thought his search would lead him straight into a confrontation with a vampire. it wasn’t even possible, vampires didn’t exist. but, as the detective whose footsteps eric had been trying to followonce said : when you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. eric used to love cliches like that. now? when it meant that the monsters from his favorite movies were not only real but also very much within distance to kill him? not so much.

“all i want is for you to take a look at a picture, nothing more. like i said— no trouble. i’m just looking for my sister, that’s all. i’ll even forget that i was ever here, that i ever met you.”

[eterniityofmisery]

@ofbeinghuman gets a starter.

       “Oh great, it’s the fun police, what did I do now, golden-boy Stefan?” 

[putastakeinit]

So showing up to school after a quick but exhausting slay wasn’t such a good idea. Normally she wasn’t so rash but the situation unfortunately called for it. She had blood and dirt stains on her clothes and while she had a change of clothes in her backpack just in case she needed them, everyone would see her if she didn’t change out of her old clothes quickly. Second period would start soon and she didn’t want anyone questioning her about the state of her appearance.

As she was headed to the girl’s washroom, she bumped shoulders with someone.  Her heart sank in her chest. Oh, god, no.  Praying silently he wouldn’t take notice of the state she was in, she mumbled a soft apology for ‘not watching where she was going’ and continued her way. Please don’t tell anyone.

@ofbeinghuman gets a random starter because reasons.