I'm already slipping back into my TVD fixation today, this is only furthering it, so thank you! <3

It's an absolutely ridiculous argument and they both know it. Hence why neither of them is taking it too seriously. Still, it passes the time and it's faintly amusing that Enzo has been humouring Damon's theatrical antics for this long.

"And quite frankly, I don't get why you would even want to go travelling, let alone to somewhere so mind-numbingly boring," he says, pouring them both a glass of Campbell '39 from the vintage collection of wines. It's become a favourite for its rich, fruity flavour.

"You just lack the ability to actually appreciate such a place," Enzo fires back, leaning against the sideboard with a faint smile, enjoying their bantering greatly. "Your idea of a holiday involves overcrowded cities like New York where we wouldn't be able to find peace for even five minutes, let alone have a decent meal undisturbed."

Damon shakes his head, rolling his eyes at him like he's being ridiculous. He hands him one of the glasses and turns to him at last, spreading his arms wide.

"Well, excuse me for wanting to have some fun instead of sitting around looking at -- sheep and plants!" His face scrunches as he drops his hand back to his side, shaking his head. "What could you possibly find appealing about something so deeply boring?"

Enzo smiles. He slips his hand under Damon's chin and presses a kiss to his nose, startling his features even further as his eyebrows pitch up.

"People tend to ask me that quite a lot, funnily enough," he teases lightly. Then he sighs, takes a drink, and answers his question: "Because, just for once, I would like to go somewhere peaceful where I don't have to worry about hunters or vampire doctors, or just generally being staked."

As he steps away from him, Damon mutters, "Fine, but if you trip and fall on some mysteriously sharpened wooden fence, that's on you."

Thanks for playing! 😘 This is from the wip titles ask game, where I'll share something about some of my fanfic WIPS.

The WIP file labeled 1950s is one that @mollywog sent an ask for previously. An Everlark fanfic set in 1950/51: Katniss is a new widow who, based on her late husband's will, may lose the farm unless she can get pregnant and pass off the child as her late husband's. Peeta, an old childhood classmate, happens to get stuck in her town and she takes the opportunity to seduce him. Only she wasn't expecting Peeta to be interested in anything more than a one night stand, and has to navigate her fierce protection of her newly-won independence, her (rightful) distrust of the system that compelled her to marry her late husband in the first place, and unwanted feelings that are blooming for Peeta, the real father of her unborn child.

And as an update from mollywog's ask: my computer is now fixed and nothing got lost! So here's a little snippet of chapter one:

did you cash in all your dreams (nickels and dimes; yours and mine) [liz + michael + alien fam | squishing cheeks]

gif made/posted by @natemacauleys

'is this real life?' liz ends on an extra burst of excitement, her palms compressing michael's face fiercely. 'mikey's a papi,' she breathes, the information registering more completely the longer she looks at her friend.

'hey, that wasn't supposed to be today's headline, ortecho,' michael laughs. 'you've been mami-ing for years. it's no big. i mean, she's eighteen months already. the hard part's over.'

max just about spits his margarita across the patio at that.

'ay. no lo asustes!' liz hisses, smacking her husband's shoulder. 'you'll do great!' she assures, even as max sprints away, stopping their toddler from fisting a chunk of her own pastelito with seconds to spare. michael watches; liz can tell he's terrified now. 'amy's amy. one in a million, that girl,' she promises. 'at least, let's hope so.'

What made you ship it?

A well-written fic. In Fairytale Ending, livlepretre explores a Tylena romantic relationship and reading it was like my brain having a bite of homemade soup on the first snow of winter.

I liked Tyler as a character and felt that he had the best character development on the show for awhile. I really enjoyed watching him accept his werewolf side and work through some of the inherent struggles that came with triggering the curse and coming out the other side the kind of man that his dad wished he could be. Plus, the Tyler/Caroline relationship was some of the cutest stuff on the show until it wasn't.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

It is one of the few friends to lovers ships I enjoy mostly because of how much history is there and while they treat each other as family friends not once has either of them said "ew they're like my sibling!"

They are both very flirtatious, likely getting energy just from the act of flirting even if it doesn't mean anything to them. It's like a second language.

They are both dealing with a supernatural legacy that they were born with that they know nothing about.

They are both orphans dealing with the loss of family.

They are both observant characters, more keen on human behavior than they are necessarily with book learning.

To me, they are the definition of "we found each other when we weren't looking" and I love that.

They are both the only main characters to have gone through a sire bond.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I feel like it really benefits me that most of the things I ship are not canon so any opinion I have is just a head canon. So, it's hard to know if it is popular or not.

relationship status: single/available

favorite color: red, black, purple, & blue

song stuck in your head: Angry by Mars Argo

favorite food: falafels..... yummy 🖤 also, cheese enchiladas *nods nods*

last song played: The Promise by Tracy Chapman

dream trip: Hmmmmmm I rly wanna go someplace where they mine rocks? Like exploring caves, and rivers, and dig spots. Doesn't so much matter where, I just would like the process of finding my own rocks.

last thing i googled: guqin bc I was trying to show it to my brother XDD

time loop: we reach the inevitable end of black sails, only to find ourselves at the beginning of the journey again. john silver is trapped in the narrative in a very real way, unable to escape where his actions always lead, either a cruel trick or a deserved curse set on him by the universe. one time, flint notices, too.

"What do you-" he cut himself off, seeing something shift in Flint’s expression and growing weary of the act himself. How many times must he play the part, dance this dance? Enough.  "When?" he asked instead, "Have you always known?" John was now desperately running through the entirety of this time in his head, thinking if he could place it himself, trying to go back further, see if he could remember any other time it happened. Nothing jumped out. "I don't honestly know," Flint answered truthfully, "This time… this time maybe early on. I don’t think I'm ever able to see the whole thing clearly until we're here. From here it feels like I can see the entirety of it all, laid out for me as if it was written in a book. A cruel narrator dictating the paths we lead to certain ruin, only trying to work out the fine details of our journey."

i bit the fruit and all heaven broke loose: this is set within/post black sails season 3 episode 7. without spoiling anything major, it absolutely has to do with how john silver looks when he says the line "how good it feels"

what fic of your own do you read for comfort?

Ooooh that's a good ask. I think Dealing with Dragons is a real comfort read, as is Contigo. Truth can be but it's so long that I'll re-read a chapter here and there but not really a bunch of it at any given time.

how has writing positively impacted your mental health or overall mood?

I wrote a little way back in the aughts, but mostly stopped around 2008 or so. At the time it was fun but kind of empty I think. I had some good ideas but no follow-through.