I will smile and it will be believable

                   When everything you love has     been stolen from you…              Sometimes all you have left is revenge.

Cinderella AU {based on Grimm’s Fairy Tales} with @cforbes-progeny

❛on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?❜

❛okay, but, consider this: i don’t care. i’m gonna do it.❜

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

❛how hard is it to do a wheelie on a motorcycle? how many feet can you go, doing a wheelie, without crashing?❜

❛it’s three in the morning and i’m bored and you’re the only one awake. let’s break into a gas station store.❜

❛WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT FILL UP A “SUPER BIG GULP” CUP WITH 5 HOUR ENERGY AND CHUG THE WHOLE THING. MY HEART HAS EITHER STOPPED COMPLETELY OR IS BEATING SO FAST THAT I CAN’T FEEL MY OWN PULSE.❜

❛is it a bad idea to use mountain dew instead of milk in your cereal?❜

❛i heard if you suck up enough helium, your voice starts to sound really squeaky… wanna go buy some balloons?❜

❛can you cook bacon with a hair straightener? asking for a friend.❜

❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜

❛complaining helps the situation, like, not at all.❜

sentence starters.

No one else was supposed to know about this. Matt would killhim if he knew that he had been hooking up with his sister, and more than that,Tyler just didn’t want anyone to know. He’d just been hanging out at the grill,when he saw Vicki head out back for her break. There shouldn’t havebeen any danger of anyone catching them together in the alley, but of coursethat would be when it would happen. She had to wait until they were already making out to show up to make it harder to explain. 

As soon as he realized who had seen them, he ran after herwithout a word to Vicki. “Elena, wait!” He stopped her just before she reachedthe front door for the Grill. Pulling her to the side, he tried to plead withher. “You’re not gonna tell him are you?” There was no doubt who he was talkingabout with that request.

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“Why are you even keeping this a secret? Just tell him and get it over with.” she whispered avidly “Unless there’s a reason for the secrecy…” she left off, referring to his dating history. Tyler wasn’t one to tie himself down if you know what she meant. 

Oh my God I’m so psyched I have such a good response for this

Wait oh shit what if it sounds like my character is being too forward

Okay erm I guess I can edit it a little

For fuck’s sake now it’s out of character

Look, ok, muse, you’re the character, you decide what you do

‘But mun, man, you’re the writer, tell me what to fucking do’

Okay, fine, but only because you’re fly as fuck

Rewrites reply

Know what? I think I’m gonna go back to the original reply

Muse: 

Damon stared at the coffin, his hands resting over the smooth wood. How could this have happened…they had plans. They had been so happy…he had been happy. Even when they took space apart…it only made him love her more. Now she was in this coffin for who knows how long…what if Bonnie never dies? Would Elena stay in this slumber forever?

He pushed away, thinking of the past. So much had happened that should never have happened. Elena shouldn’t be in a sleeping spell. Jeremy should never have originally died. They never should have gone searching for the cure. Elena…should have turned sooner. Maybe even her parents should have been alive. Anything to save her from the heart ache and trials she faced.

He sighed, thinking about his own decisions that made things harder, and made it harder for her to trust him initially. He would change all that too but how…he couldn’t travel back in time. Not without a witch and he knew they wouldn’t allow that. It would further disrupt the normality of life.

But what of his memories? He and Bonnie had ended up in the 90s. That would have been enough time for him to take the long way back and prepare…he straightened his shoulders and kissed his fingers before brushing them over the wood.

“I’ll save you, Elena,” he whispered.

Then he turned away and left, locking the warehouse doors tightly to protect the precious cargo. There had to be a witch who could help him here in New York. And he would find her and have her send him or his memories back in time to 2008 or 2009.

It was starting to get chilly, despite the summer months approaching and the small amount of alcohol circulating in her bloodstream.  Making her way to the drop off zone that she’d agreed to be at when her parents came, she looked down at her phone to check the time, she figured they couldn’t be that much longer.

Sighing she took a seat on the curb of the road. Resting the side of her head against her arms, she closed her eyes. In an attempt to distract herself from her thoughts, she focused on listening to the murmurs of the party. It was when a voice startled her that she finally saw that she was not alone.