……… R00d. Do us both a favor and go fuck yourself with pink flamingos okay? Okay. & I’m guessing the reason is because I’ve been sleeping and when I wake up I completely miss you. Yo it happens.

Pink flamingos are better company than you any day of the week. Fucking them would be a pleasure. Yes, that's exactly why. Bitch.

I moved to a new more organized blog. Not a new non-abusive relationship. ;D

I noticed that already, you were too damn slow. That's not why I wanted to smack you though.

He sighed softly in contentment, relaxing further at her gentle touch. He laughed softly and wiggled away from her jabbing elbow. “Hey!” he protested, but he spoke with a laugh. “Damon isn’t rubbing anywhere on me, thank you very much. It’s mostly fun to tease you.” He equally hated being away from her; Lexi was the most important person in his life, and the few times she was away was devastating to him. He didn’t feel like himself anymore. He knew they both meant the world to each other, and it was that knowledge alone that kept him from losing his mind when she left. It was the only thing that reminded him that she would always come back. He smiled and turned to nuzzle gently against her hair. “Yeah? You’re staying this time?” he asked, almost afraid to hope for it. Some days he wondered about his dependence on her, but he couldn’t help it. After all this time of having her as his dearest - and frankly only - friend, the idea of being without her was too frightening to fathom. 

Her soft features twisted into a disgusted look, her body shuddering. "Ugh. Don't be gross, I'm trying to sleep here." Playfully, she moved her foot so that her heel hit his calf with minor force, shaking her head as she settled more comfortably against him. The way he spoke is next words nearly broke her heart. She never meant to be the reason behind that sentiment. She wanted to be there for him always, she really did. But she had to live her own life sometimes, to have an outlet so that Stefan's issues didn't become her own and consume her. But even then, he was constantly on the back of her mind. "I'm staying. I'll leave when you do. How about that?" She smiled gently, taking his hand in hers and threading their fingers together. "I'm here for you, buddy."

Hahaha it’s one of the longest I’ve written, tbh. I’m not happy with the childish behavior of some people. I mean, one of the people I’m referring to was shit talking someone and then stole an idea from them. Where do people get off acting like that? 

I’m just frustrated that so many people are such pricks, man, and they don’t even care. I guess they think it makes them cool or something, but I don’t fucking get it. 

Maybe we just didn't get the memo that we were back in high school? Cause I didn't have the patience for that shit even when I was in high school, let alone now. That's why I keep to myself most of the time.

Speaking from the side that has seen their stuff being stolen, it ain't nice at all. It's petty and mean and just ughhhh. Why can't people be creative?? It makes me want to smack someone. Really hard.

Blast From The Past // Bonjoviqueen & Arrogantandglib

Damon had been greeted with the knowledge Stefan was out that day weeks prior to their meeting that day, so initially, he’d opted to make the most of it by staying at home. He could call Ric to join him for drinks back at the Boarding House, he could invite one of his many recent conquests over with the same reasoning - although not with the same intentions, obviously - or, he’d considered with a smug smile, he could even stop off to visit Elena at some point. Pestering the brunette had become one of his favourite pastimes in recent years; she was just so easy to rile up, and it didn’t hurt every now and then to cause a small rift or two between her and Stefan. Damon was just like that… a dick, to be blatant about it. He didn’t really think about the consequences. Although recent decisions aside, it was obvious that morning that his plans had changed, as the dark-haired male slipped his leather jacket on in front of the mirror by the front door.

Not through prying in the younger male’s diary, surprisingly, he’d discovered just who the lucky lady currently holding Stefan’s attention was - but he’d have to make sure to remember to remind his brother not to leave his phone lying around, for future reference. Or, rather, he probably should do… whether he would or not, was a different matter entirely. It wasn’t his intention to go ‘cramp Stefan’s style’ at all, but he couldn’t deny, when he saw the name at the top of his list of recent conversations, he was curious. And although Stefan had attempted subtly to disguise the texter, the initials at the top of the conversation - ‘L.B’ - spoke volumes. Lexi.

He’d wanted to make his presence known, he couldn’t deny, ever since. But Damon wasn’t one to just show up completely without reason… so he’d been more than thrilled when, an hour or so after Stefan had left, his home phone was suddenly blown up by the excitable yet extremely irritable whining of Miss Caroline Forbes. And, looking for his baby bro, no doubt. So now he had the knowledge, and the reason… he just had to get himself there. Strolling through the doors into the bar not too long later, hands slipped idly into his pockets while his heavy boots tapped in syncopated rhythm against the floorboards, Damon’s lips curved up into a subtle, half-smirk as a quick glance to his left clocked on both Stefan and his lunch date. He didn’t really draw out his appearance - he could feel her eyes on him already, and it was just too tempting - and instead, faked a nonchalant glance around him, before ‘spotting’ the pair and wandering over. "—Blondie’s been racking up her phone bill this morning trying to get a hold of you, for, whatever reason,” he remarked towards Stefan, interrupting them mid-conversation as his hands rested against the back of his brother’s chair. And then, head still tilted down toward Stefan, blue hues flickered up; slightly amused, almost playfully watching her momentarily through his lashes. “Lexi,” he then addressed, drawing the word out before, still smirking slyly, he looked back toward his brother.

Deep breaths kept Lexi in check when Damon finally approached them. She had hoped to avoid this moment for as long as possible. Hell, if it wasn't for what had brought her back into town, she wouldn't even have to see him ever again. To her, Damon was a closed chapter in her life. One she never wanted to revisit. But as always, Damon just enjoyed torturing the life out of her.

While he spoke with his brother, Lexi tried to ignore him the best she could, focusing on the half full glass in front of her. But just as she glanced up, their eyes met. A shiver ran down her spine but she pushed it down, ignoring how the sound of her name made her feel. She shouldn't be so bothered by it but she couldn't help it. Still. She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, giving Stefan a look that told him she was ready to get the hell out of there. She would have ignored him, but the pleading look Stefan gave her made her sigh in defeat. Damn him. "Damon. Nice to see you again." Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she flashed the most fake of smiles.

“Can’t miss him because..?” Tom asked his head tilting slightly to the side as curious forest green orbes examined her slightly; “Ah, not really. I’m actually from…Atlanta. Far away, I know, but this town here needed me and here I am. I’ve wanted to go start new somewhere else anyway.” His shoulders lifted into a shrug as he smiled towards the blonde.

"Just...He looks a awful a lot like you. You could almost be related." She wanted to laugh at her own words but stopped herself from ding so. She didn't want to give it all away. "It needed you?" Her eyebrows rose in surprise. Could he have been somehow drawn into town? Possibly. "Well, Mystic Falls is a nice place to start fresh. I've done that many times. It's good to get away from the bad things."

Welcome to Victrola, the hottest burlesque club in New York City. Founded by Charles Bass during the prohibition times, Victrola started out to be an underground club for alcohol, drugs and prostitution. The shows brought in high end clientele and soon, everyone wanted to become one of the exclusive members. For generations, the club has lured the richest, most influential men and women in the country. Politicians, lawyers, doctors, anyone who can afford the access fee.

Due to lack of funds, the club was shut down and sold to the highest bidder. The newest owner is an Italian businessman, Giuseppe Salvatore, that was looking to branch out and give his two sons a business to run on their own. With a new decoration, brand new staff and fresh talent, the club has been thriving more than ever before. Welcome to Burlesque.

B A S I C R U L E S:

If you want to be a part of this group, all you need to do is message me or heartkillingqueen you want in and what job your character will have. There’ll be no set ships and no endgames. You’re free to do as you wish. A long biography isn’t required. All I ask is a paragraph introducing your character in the verse. Each character can be a dancer, waiter, bartender, client, security guard, stylist, choreographer, manager, etc etc etc. There can be some differences from the show; the connections don’t have to be the same or exist at all; Elena and Katherine can either be sisters or not look alike (one can have a different FC or even be a book version) There must be at least one or two posts in the verse each week. Activity makes a group thrive. If you’re going to be away for a long time due to personal reasons, just let me know. NSFW material will most likely occur. OCs are welcome to join, as well as characters from other fandoms. Track the tag: tvdburlesqueau

C H A R A C T E R L I S T :

Females:

Males:

More characters can/will be added as we go.

Get To Know Me: Favorite Friendships (5/5)

Stefan and Lexi

"That is true My blonde headed Bon Jovi queen—”

"You're not gonna start singing,  are you? If you are, let me grab  a camera first."

stelena fandom rule: reblog this whenever it comes on your dash, no questions asked

                                                            “Underneath the city lights                                                       There is a world few know about                                                           Where rules don’t apply, no                                                   And you can’t keep a good girl down…”

The brunette stayed late as the crowd shuffled out and the dancers changed. It was quiet in the room, not even a hushed sound, so she decided to fill it, even quietly as she wiped the tables down and Lexi closed up shop at the bar. Distracted, Elena didn’t know anyone else was around.

Lexi had finished up what was left to clean on the bar, figuring she'd help Elena with the rest before they headed home. She had heard the girl hum a few songs now and then, but it was rare when she got to hear her actually sing. Her friend's talent always amazed her. "You should be up there doing that." She made no effort to hide the fact she was eavesdropping as she tilted her chin toward the stage, giving the brunette a soft smile."