Suppose I’ll ask the obvious, piss off any witches lately?

imagine being elijah mikaelson like. you have a father who cannot emit warmth. you have a mother who looks the other way. you have a baby brother who you know is different in the way he is sensitive and wondrous and too kind for a boy. he is punished for that kindness. sometimes you protect him and sometimes you watch, it will be you on the other end of your father’s fist otherwise. you have a baby sister just as soft handed as your brother, until she’s trying to slit your father’s throat in his sleep. and you say you’re horrified by this but really you’re horrified you did not do it for her, do it sooner. you’re a big brother, you have a job, you have not done that job, you will never succeed in completing that job. you’re grown up and your youngest sibling dies and the brother you watched paint flowers, hands stained red from crushed berries, is now covered in blood and crying apologies. you’re a big brother and you did not protect the youngest, and you did not protect your brother from his guilt and grief, and you cannot protect him, any of them, from what comes next. your father and the sword you only ever felt the blunt end of in training tears through flesh like it’s butter. your home is a graveyard. they wake up, and your home is the underworld. you all come back as something you can’t recognize. something so horrid there isn’t even a name for it. your brother is different, and this difference cannot coexist with your father. you’re a big brother and you help hold your baby brother down as he screams like you’ve never heard before, like something not human. you will hear that sound in your mind for the rest of your life. you will see his eyes, sky blue, glossed over, a look that begs and thinks help will arrive. you look away. you will see those eyes harden, dull, wither for the rest of your life, never as bright as they were before. you will attach yourself to him as he gets worse, as he looks more and more like the father he shouldn’t, as he turns into everything he feared and hated. you know this is something you could have prevented, if you loved your father a little less, if you held on to your protectiveness and anger a little more. you will find yourself guilty and sentence yourself to life, then death, because you had one job as a big brother.

Not people saying “Fandom has always been like this” in that vent post I made. No. It hasn’t always been like this. Fandom has NEVER been like this until recently and if you were in fandom pre-tumblr purge, pre-twitter, pre-netflix boom, pre-tiktok….then you would fucking know it was nothing like this.

We still had the drive to create. We still sold prints and charms and made zines…but it was never like this.

The introduction of streaming, binge shows that drop all at once, tiktok and vine RIP i still love u vine but you were the beginning of a particularly ugly era) creating this bite sized, quick paced ‘content’ era of creation and it bled out into fucking everything else.

Fandoms didn’t die down when the show ended or the season was over. You didn’t mass unfollow artist, writers or moots just because they changed fandoms. There wasn’t this need to please the algorithm in order for your posts to get seen by people and enjoyed.

Fandoms used to last YEARS. Star Trek is literally the oldest running fandom out there and you got people in there that could care less about the new stuff and still have been happily prancing through their fucking fifty year old fandom today. Hell, even SPN after all it’s fuckups and shitshows has a dedicated fanbase STILL creating tons of art and fic.

There is no patience anymore. No calm feeling of taking in fandom and friends at a pace that which doesn’t make you stressed and is still fun.

Do I blame fandom for this? Of course not, but people are complacent with it and start changing their vocab to accommodate and end up making the situation so deep it cant be fixed.

We call Art & Fic Content now, completely stripping the value of what it is to a level of consumerism instead of personal entertainment & community bonding.

I’m normal about you guys

NINA DOBREV as Amara THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (2009 - 2017)

the universe will always find a way to gently remind you to kill yourself

—Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

i thought we could beat the storm, but the ambulance spun off the road.

trying to keep you alive and my head up above water wasn’t anything I ever planned for.

they were supposed to help me but all they did was laugh, even long after we’d crashed.

i knew I wasn’t a priority, i’d been told that for months.

that was the way it was supposed to be— you before me— but they didn’t listen to my pleas.

instead they laughed. and then they left me.

i had useless keys and an alphabet of bruises and one more of the dead and no one to call and the crippling knowledge that help wasn’t coming.

—code of unethical care.

Dom!Katherine

No you don't understand I need to see him crawling, covered in blood, horrifically injured, and traumatized

Kaveh Akbar, from “Personal Inventory: Fearless (Temporis Fila)”, Calling a Wolf a Wolf 

Just wanted to share my new Vampire Diaries Klena fic I just posted today. It's called Cherry Wine and here's a little promo of it.

She set down her glass, crystal clinking, boot steps butchering the quiet as she left the kitchen and marched across the parque flooring before landing at the front door. "If anyone tries to come through there and hurt me, you'd stop them, right?" she almost begged, hand flung out helplessly. "You wouldn't even let them through the door?"

"No." Instant. Involuntary. Painfully accurate. Vulnerable.

"That is what I need tonight," Elena insisted, hand falling back to her side, the tide of her breathing returning to normal. "I need to feel safe, and not have to worry about anything. I need to feel like myself, and I can only do that with someone who doesn't expect anything from me, who didn't expect me to show up in the first place. I need the scariest thing in town, with the best bottles of wine and the most intriguing stories and the most broken spirit I've ever seen besides my own. I need to not be alone."

"Then you won't be."

You can read it here.

Happy Sunday!!!

All my love, Temperance Cain. 💖💖💖💖

Gifs of Elijah Mikaelson: 6/who knows?

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.