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❯❯ continued from here with @feehadley

     Thor wasn’t exactly a fan of “regular” schedules or, and he certainly didn’t want to sit around in a classroom, listening to Ms. Morrow drone on about... what did she even teach, again? Thor was barely in class enough to remember. It was a miracle that they hadn’t booted him out of this school yet, but the whole “sad orphan Thor” story in his file got him a certain leeway with the administrators--and he took full advantage, especially on beautiful cloudy days like this. 

     He was leaned against the bike shed, looking up at the sky, cigarette in hand, when the girl with the bright pink hair showed up next to him, almost out of nowhere. He watched her struggle to light her cigarette, a slight smile on his face, and waved lazily when she finally noticed him. 

     “Yeah, probably,” he said in response to her question. He took a draw on his cigarette and exhaled a long stream of smoke. “But so should you, right?” 

     He chuckled, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a silver zippo with an engraving of a lightning bolt. He held it out to her. 

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

oh shit, man. i started roleplaying on tumblr back in like 2011/2012. it was fucking CRAZY - an experience of its own. uncut posts, no formatting, gifs came from gif hunts, no original graphics, we all used that same theme you could install on tumblr’s themes thing. it was really an experience. magic anons existed, y’all remember those? i was around when small text first started coming in, and then icons too. then i took a break for a few years - i come back and nothing’s really changed except people have started to RIDICULOUSLY format their posts.

              the formatting looked like this              i fucking hated it to be honest              i couldn’t work it at first cuz i was confused              but this is what it was like

✞ She had met the other in her local witch shop, which quickly led to the assumption that the other, too, knew what she was doing, and had a certain REASON to be here, and that said reason was rooted in the supernatural. And because she’d been feeling kind of lonely, isolated from social life, lately, she decided to go ahead and try and spark a conversation, accompanied by a warm smile.

❝Whatever it is, ‘s not my fault.❞

It’s the way she looks at Adam that thrusts the fear of God into him. Not that he’s TERRIBLY CERTAIN of said deity’s existence; it is the similarities in her very air that shake his core, her eyes, her features -- it all reminder him of what was, and he has become SO VERY AFRAID that nature may demand he bond with another.

            To quote Elijah…. “Give me a month… I’ll get you a list.”

            Really though, this is an impossible question for me to answer seriously. Because the answer is everything. 

            I love his tragedy. I love his ( albeit twisted and wry ) sense of humour.             I love his villainy. I love those moments in which his thoughtful side emerges.             I love Klaus the Hybrid, the killer. I love Klaus the artist, the friend, the brother.             I love that at first glance, you learn nothing about him. That to understand Klaus as he is, you have to dig through layers and layers and layers of paranoia and trauma and learned behaviour. That you have to burrow beneath flippancy ( which I love ) to find Klaus. Not the Klaus he shows the world, but Klaus as he is.            I love how much he loves Rebekah, even though he no longer knows how to show it.            I love that he is wolf, and I love that he is terrified of being wolf.            I love that he is confident, comfortable in what he is: that he is the most powerful being upon the planet, the most villainous. I love how much he delights in that personality, that identity: that he stands apart from everyone as stronger, better.            I love how insecure he is, the constant fears that what he is is not enough. His fear of being alone, of isolation, of being different in ways that he will never be accepted for.             I love the way he laughs. I love that machiavellian smile of his. I love that boyish grin we see all too rarely.            I love that he does stupid, terrible things like collect the letters of his victims and carry them around.            I love I love I love.

“Oh god please don’ tell me this is one a those ‘who dunnit’ cliches again, I can’t fuckin’ take this shit no more. M’a treasure hunter not a damn detective!”