Anne. 19. I like Original vampire families, fictional dwarves and siblings. Also penguins.
Feel free to ask the Penguins questions. They will bring your questions to me, and I will feed them fishes. (And answer the questions)

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highgaarden:


♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATHILDE! ♥ you wanted a SPIES AU, so here it is, darling.
[Caroline, Hayley, Rebekah, Elena, Bonnie; The Originals; ensemble; some K/C] + 15k words

Hayley says, “Nobody could have anticipated this. We weren’t made or anything. In and out clean. The miniscule detail that we kind of kidnapped a government operative is just going to have to blow ov—”
“Not a government operative,” Rebekah interrupts. A pause, a sheepish admission. “My family is evil.”
Elena, patron saint of disbelief, asks, “What do you mean evil?”
“Like Refuse-to-pay-taxes evil? Assign-their-daughter-to-infiltrate-spy-school evil?” As soon as Bonnie says this everyone’s immediately on their feet, not exactly crowding Rebekah, but not giving much space to move should she choose to run either. Caroline hopes she doesn’t run. While fighting in stilettos had come in handy - what with their sharp points and ability to pierce the most tender of body parts - they also gave her a shitload of blisters, and imagine the mess if they burst untimely.
“No,” Rebekah says mournfully. She doesn’t even look offended that they’re eyeing her like she might be like, a double agent. Or something. 
“What, No, they pay taxes or No, I’m not a double agent?” Caroline demands. 
“I’m not a double agent,” Rebekah snaps, scowling. “My family’s just evil. They steal for sport, they kill for power. Other than that they’re pretty good citizens. No overdue mortgages. Finn goes to church on Sundays. And I’m pretty sure they pay taxes.” 
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highgaarden:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATHILDE! ♥
you wanted a SPIES AU, so here it is, darling.
[Caroline, Hayley, Rebekah, Elena, Bonnie; The Originals; ensemble; some K/C] + 15k words

Hayley says, “Nobody could have anticipated this. We weren’t made or anything. In and out clean. The miniscule detail that we kind of kidnapped a government operative is just going to have to blow ov—”

“Not a government operative,” Rebekah interrupts. A pause, a sheepish admission. “My family is evil.”

Elena, patron saint of disbelief, asks, “What do you mean evil?”

“Like Refuse-to-pay-taxes evil? Assign-their-daughter-to-infiltrate-spy-school evil?” As soon as Bonnie says this everyone’s immediately on their feet, not exactly crowding Rebekah, but not giving much space to move should she choose to run either. Caroline hopes she doesn’t run. While fighting in stilettos had come in handy - what with their sharp points and ability to pierce the most tender of body parts - they also gave her a shitload of blisters, and imagine the mess if they burst untimely.

“No,” Rebekah says mournfully. She doesn’t even look offended that they’re eyeing her like she might be like, a double agent. Or something.

“What, No, they pay taxes or No, I’m not a double agent?” Caroline demands.

“I’m not a double agent,” Rebekah snaps, scowling. “My family’s just evil. They steal for sport, they kill for power. Other than that they’re pretty good citizens. No overdue mortgages. Finn goes to church on Sundays. And I’m pretty sure they pay taxes.”

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imaginebucky:

imagine bucky before the war, poor as hell but always determined to look good, always determined to buy a dame a drink even if it meant he couldn’t take a cab back home. he always slicked back his hair and made sure every night to shine his shoes and press his shirts and steve always gave him shit for it, would always yell things like “jesus bucky you off to meet the president or somethin?” and “why the hell are you wearin your nice slacks? it’s almost 90 degrees outside ya punk.” bucky would just smile winningly and reply “you know i’ve always gotta be ready to impress a lovely lady stevie.” 

when they’re fighting in the war bucky finds a way to keep his hair nice and his clothes looking sharp, even though there aren’t really any dames to impress anymore

the winter soldier has no concept of self worth because he does not belong to himself. his trainers have not instilled in him a desire to care for himself other than the essentials: bandaging wounds, stitching cuts, digging bullets out of his scarred flesh. he does these things because they are necessary. there is no tactical advantage to washing his hair so he does not. there is no merit in shining in his boots so he doesn’t waste the time to do so. if his clothes somehow impair his ability to fight and shoot and kill then he will fix it in the most prudent way possible with no regard as to how he looks because he wasn’t programmed to

after months of rediscovering himself, months of running and hiding and killing (only those he chose to, and only those that deserved it), months of slowly regaining his memories (steve, frame tiny but determined, hugging him one last time before he shipped off; steve, standing over him, bigger than he remembered, though he was always so much bigger than other people gave him credit for; steve, reaching reaching reaching for him on a train in the middle of winter but not being able to reach far enough; he remembers falling, but not what comes after, not for a long time; when he does remember, it’s - well. death would be kinder), months of avoiding steve and natalia (or is she natasha now?) and the man with wings. after months of this, he’s finally ready to turn himself in, to sit down and talk instead of run. so he goes to a barber shop (nothing fancy, just a local, family-run business smack in the middle of brooklyn) and asks for a haircut, something that’ll make him look nice and respectable - he’s got someone he wants to impress


ppatroklos:

magic girls fallen stars

they are the cosmos come to rest in bodies of flesh and bone, with supernova eyes and black hole hearts, entire universes trapped inside. sometimes the stars leak through and worlds drip from their fingers like blood. they are careless destruction incarnate, all the secrets of space bound to earth in a form that can barely contain them, and even then not for long.

(Source: ohbvcky)


THE ORIGINALS + KOL MIKAELSON IS BACK
                                                                                      What truly happened.

(Source: ask-barbiebombshell)


salteith:

people who talk about me in text posts (◡‿◡✿)

people who tag me in things (◠‿◠✿) 

people who send me incoherent asks to share feels (◠ω◠✿)

people who acknowledge my existence ✧・゚:*✧・゚:* \(◕ω◕✿)/ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

(Source: dierdenmanning)


pochemuchkaa:

dapper and gentlemanly villains (◡‿◡✿)

beastial and brutal villains (◕‿◕✿)

suave and seductive villains (◕ヮ◕✿)

easily angered villains (”>ヮ< )

villains (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ* ・゚✧


dea-thgrips:

sexybritishllama:

u know everyone always talks about sexual tension but is there such a thing as platonic tension

like ‘wow youre really cool and funny and i want to be your friend but i dont feel like we’re there yet im just gonna stand here and hope you engage me in conversation’

i definitely completely ignore people when i think they’re The Coolest Person Ever it’s a problem


(Source: peetahales)


(Source: kathspierce)


joseph morgan & daniel gillies → 1x22 behind the scenes

(Source: geekorunique)