you're just a young girl, but grief doesn't care. it takes over your life with little warning ( just the accompaniment of screeching tires ). it's a selfish friend. it won't settle for second best. so, it teams up with death until it's all you have left.
little sierra, you are such an amazing elena. i have read so many of your threads and i can hear her voice in each one. i love your writing and your ability to bring elena to life in the ways that the writers couldn't. ♥
shelby !!! i’m crying jdka;f this is exactly what I needed to hear right now. this is everything I hope to accomplish in my writing, and coming from you this means so much and just makes me grin like the chesire cat fjdksal;f
in damon’s eyes, there’s nothing quite like staring up at the stars to remind him how vast the universe is – how the world really is a blip on the radar, and in comparison he’s a glorified spec of dust, and his problems are all even smaller. he’s learned it over a century and a half of lying on deserted back roads waiting for carriages, and then cars; of trying to find a MEANING somewhere and match it up to his existence. but this time he’s not searching the stars for any kind of grand answer. that meaning is lying right next to him on a layer of blankets and this time, he’s admiring for the view. this time he’s grinning as she makes up her third constellation. he would’ve never called her out on it, if only to just hear her keep talking about them for a few more minutes. but it’s getting out of hand, as much as he loves the sound of her voice. ❛ as much as i love the pictures you paint —– one theater class and you think i’m falling for that, baby? ❜ but the truth is, he loves it when she gets all playful like this and she knows it. the easy teasing between them paired with the mesmerizing sight above them and it’s easy to convince himself that for a while, they’re in their own little world.
sierra, you are an absolute angel to see on my dash. you are honestly one of the most genuine, sweet people i've ever met in my life. you play such an amazing elena and i am extremely blessed to have you on my dash. ♥
I’m honestly crying because I didn’t expect this love and I’m so !!! thank you for the love shelby, and I just am blessed to have you on my dash too !! you’re one of the most understanding, kind people I’ve met on this site and in my life. it means so much to me that I can talk to you about things and not feel judged. you’re such an amazing writer and just never, ever change ok. honestly, teach me how to be so amazing with multiple muses! <33
Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
❝She’s like really pretty. — I branded her, did you know that? Bet D-bag Damon never did that. I like when she smiles, it’s so innocent and it makes me want to ( corrupt ) her. Plus she’s crazy. I love crazy.❞
so like? are you all okay? what are you guys doing here? i’ve had matt for almost 3 months now, and i’ve already reached a 3rd milestone, like?? that’s so insane to me wow ily all. i’ve done a giveaway, so i figured now it’s time to point out, and specifically thank the people that have made my experience on matt that much more spectacular. i’m honestly going to forget so many people, so if you’re not in here, don’t take offense to it, yeah? i honestly love all of my followers.
send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed
the first time carson forbes kissed elena gilbert was during a birthday party when they were twelve. they’d been playing truth or dare, and bonnie had dared carson to kiss the gilbert girl–knowing better than anyone that he had a crush on her. but despite flushed cheeks and fear of embarrassment, carson took a deep breath and moved closer to elena.
carson meant only to kiss her on the cheek, but an ‘accidental’ nudge from bonnie sent him tumbling forward, his lips colliding against elena’s. he lingered for a moment longer than he meant to, before pulling back, blushing and sputtering apologizes as he moved back to his seat.
carson blamed himself. he’d been with elena at the party, and had been the one to call her parents when they’d both ended up just a little too tipsy to drive home. he’d been sat next to elena in the car, immediately grabbing onto her as it went over the side of the bridge.
he had managed to get out, and though he had tried to get grayson and miranda out, grayson had insisted on him taking elena first. by the time he got elena to the surface, it was too late for her parents. so, he waited for a car to drive by, stopping them and getting them to call for an ambulance.
and that led him to where he was now. sat at elena’s bedside, there was nothing he could do. he was almost certain that elena would blame him–at least, that was what he was terrified of. and he wouldn’t blame her if she did.
“ i’m sorry, elena, ” he whispered as he leaned down, pressing a light kiss on her brow.
“ are you sure you’re ready? ”
carson glanced over at elena in the passenger seat, watching as she wrung her hands together. he was worried about her, to say the least. it had only been a few months since her parents had died, and he wasn’t sure she was as ready to go back to school as she said she was.
“ i’m fine, carson. don’t worry. ”
he pursed his lips, but left it at that. they fell into a silence as he drove, all the way to school. when they got out of the car, and elena went to head to class, carson grabbed her wrist to stop her. hands on her shoulders, he turned her to face him, his hands then moving to cradle her face in his hands.
“ remember, i’m here if you need me. ”
she offered him a ‘thank you’ and a small smile, which carson returned as he leaned in to kiss her forehead.
they were arguing. carson knew she was keeping something from him, and knowing that bonnie and stefan salvatore were in on it made his blood boil. he was supposed to be elena’s best friend, and yet here she was, lying to his face.
“ you always do this, elena. you and bonnie keep things from me, and you don’t think i notice, but i do! and you go and fucking trust stefan more than me? what the hell is that about? ”
“ there’s nothing going on, carson! i don’t get why you’re so upset! why does this matter so much?”
“ because i’m in love with you, elena! ”
the words slipped from his lips, and before he could stop himself, he closed the distance between them, hands tangled in her chocolate locks as his lips crash against hers. he felt her surprise, and he lingered for a moment before he pulled back.
big doe eyes stared back up at him, wide with shock and confusion. she opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, he dropped his hands back to his sides and walked away from her.
“ carson? ”
her soft voice was followed by a gentle hand on his shoulder. his eyes closed at the contact, his hand raising to cover hers. it was such a small gesture, but it still filled him with comfort. knowing that he still had her, at least, kept him together.
“ i’m going to miss her, elena. ”
“ i know. ” she turned him around to face her, reaching up one hand to cradle his face. “ but your mom wouldn’t want you to wallow in sadness. she’d want you to go on living. ”
he let out a sigh and leaned down to peck her on the lips, pulling back just enough so that his forehead was still resting against hers.
#But then – #but then Sierra happened. #And whenever Sierra happens I make blogs for characters that correspond with hers. #This is my life.
I’m laughing. ALSO SMILING EAR TO EAR TBH. Seriously though, how did we end up with all these pairs? How did this happen? Roy and Winry, Damon and Elena, and now Daryl and Beth !!! I’m. ARE WE A PACKAGED DEAL YET OR WHAT ??? LMAO. ALSO REMEMBER THE TIME YOU SAID YOU’D REVIVE STILES FOR ME IF I MADE MALIA !!! I’M SO. I COULDN’T ASK FOR ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU MY DEEN !!!
