Just because I start another thread with someone playing the same character as you, doesn’t mean that I hate you, I’m getting annoyed by you, or I’m bored with you; I’m most likely in a different scene, and nothing I send you both will be the same.
Just because I take a while to reply to you, but not others, doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you; My muse is picky, and I can only write what I’m drawn to. I want my replies to be well written and fun, not forced and horrible
Just because I shorten a reply doesn’t mean I’m bored with the thread; I’m probably tired, thinking of something else to continue with, or giving you the chance to set up our next situation.
Just because I drop a thread doesn’t mean I will never come back to start another; When I drop threads, I’m usually overwhelmed, without a muse for that particular piece, or bored with it, and I’ll ask to start another.
Don’t assume because I’m picky/tired/museless, I’m not happy with you.
Under the cut, you will find #240, small/medium, HQ gifs of Stean Salvatore and Caroline Forbes in The Vampire Dairies. None of these gifs were made by me. A huge thank you goes to the awesome makers. All the credits go to them and I don’t claim any of their work as my own. A like or a reblog would make me very happy because it took me hours to finish this hunt.
Under the cut, there is #210, small/medium, HQ gifs of Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert in The Vampire Diaries. None of these gifs were made by me. A huge thank you goes to the awesome makers. All the credits go to them and I don’t claim any of their work as my own. A like or a reblog would make me very happy because it took me hours to finish this hunt.
Ray’s eyes met hers, his face riddled with concern. As she spoke, his face softened. “Hey, that’s not stupid at all. I’ve been thinking about that, actually. Not actively, I mean, but it’s been filed away to consider at a later date. I guess that date is now,” he rambled, finishing with a nervous laugh. “How about Palmer-Queen Technologies?”
“Really? I am glad about it, you think like that.” she smiled “Hey, it doesn’t have to be right now. It was only a thought.” Amelia admitted “It needs time.”
Ray simply nodded, knowing words weren’t needed. A gust of wind send a shiver down his spine, and he suddenly realized the time. He glanced around at the tea candles, almost all of them extinguished. He realized they had barely touched their dessert. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Amelia’s shoulders. His hand lingered on her shoulder as he spoke. “Hey, wanna take our sweets back home and get warm?”
She nodded, smiling. “Yes, please. Even though I love this dress, it feels like it can rip any minute.” Amelia chuckled “I would love to wear some nice cuddly clothes.” She stood up. “And just some socks.” She smiled “Heels are killing my feet.”
Ray smiled at his fiancée, rubbing his hand on her shoulder. “All right, it’s settled. Let’s get home, eat desert, followed by actual dinner.” He offered his arm to Amelia, ready to lead them out. “Honestly, I don’t know how you all do it. Heels just look painful, I can’t imagine how they actually feel.”
It had been a few days since Amelia had been taken to the hospital, by her brother. She had bruises all over her body and it hurt like hell.
Oliver wanted to go with their father, help him with the company but their mother had made sure, she would go so he could stay with Amelia. Sighing deep at first, she smiled when she saw Oliver returning with a milkshake. “It’s your favorite.” He smiled. Amelia chuckled softly. “Thank you, Ollie.”
The smile disappeared when she saw him “Alex….” She whispered “What are you doing here?” She looked at Oliver “Please stay?”
Oliver nodded. “I will.” He promised “What are you doing here, Alex?” He frowned @heart-on-her-sleeve
Alex stood, leaning on the doorway, a newly formed bruise on his cheekbone and a split lip. “Melia, thank God you’re alright.” His voice was thick with emotion as he gazed upon his love hooked up to tubes and wires. Deep under the surface, anger was brewing for the overprotective brother of his love.