I don't deserve forgiveness.

//First things first helloooooo all of you!!! Not sure where you came from but I love the fact that you are here!!! <3  Somehow I have managed to trick you all into staying around and I am grateful that you have chosen to do so!! and graphic credit to the lovely superhumanstilinski!!! thanks babes!!

Let’s Get To The Good Stuff:

The Giveaway:

Rules:

Must be following me, cause yah

Please don’t unfollow afterwards cause rude.

Reblogs only please.  It makes it easier on poor old me.  You can like once to bookmark but it won’t count, lo siento bby.

This thing will end on June 22nd, 2015.

The Prizes

First Place:

Blog Of The Month!  Link on my blog along & a weekly promo for that month.

A plot/AU/verse/thread of whatever you would like.

50 icons of your fc/ fc of your choice

a 10 song playlist for your character/pairing of your choice

follow back { if i’m not already following }

my unending love and affection

Second Place:

Blog of the Week!  Link on my blog & two promos throughout the week!

A plot/AU/verse/thread of whatever you would like.

30 icons of your fc/fc of your choice

a 7 song playlist for your character/pairing of your choice

follow back { if i’m not already following }

my unending love and affection

Third Place:

One link promo

A plot/AU/verse/thread of whatever you would like.

15 icons of your fc/fc of your choice

a five song playlist for your character/pairing of your choice

follow back { if i’m not already following }

The Poltergeist ad that Tumblr is promoting is a GIF.

IT WILL MOVE.

It is designed to scare you by making you think it is a still photo, but it is animated.

Once the red ball reaches the nose area, the doll will stand up and lunge at the camera.

        A soft, delicate hand was laid on his shoulder  -- Caroline. He didn’t even turn his head to look when she spoke, too focused on the rising and falling motion of Elena’s chest. How many more breaths would she take? He pondered. “Damon, I want to show you something. You can see her thoughts, her memories. Even make new ones.” She reached down to grab the hand that rested on the brunette’s arm.

        Icy hues were torn off of Elena at the moment, searching Caroline’s for any sign of hope. He  knew if there was one person who was always so optimistically full of hope, it was Caroline. But he found no solace in them, they were harder than rock. “Take her hand,” Caroline instructed. “Relax and let her memories flood your mind.”

        Damon did exactly that, except he knew how to do this. He’d done it before. How could he have forgotten? He started to think about all of the great memories that the lovers had made over their short time together and brought them all to attention. He started with the first time that he had ever laid eyes on her -- the creepy fog, the crow, the graveyard. He then moved on to the first time they had met. She was upset because she’d gotten into a fight with Matt, and he was laying in the middle of the road contemplating his next kill.

        Damon continued with the memories, both happy and sad until he felt mentally exhausted. He drew out of her mind and leaned over to gently kiss her forehead. Absentmindedly, he thought, how many times would I be able to kiss her again?

 Flashing lights and loud sirens arrived at the scene where a perfect wedding was shattered to pieces. Everything was going amazingly well for Elena’s first week returning to the land of the living. But as per usual, you can never get away from tragedy in Mystic Falls. And now Elena was being rushed to the hospital in a comatose state. Whether or not Elena would wake up, the doctors didn’t know. It was all up to Elena and how strong she would be able to fight. 

When the ambulance arrived the emergency room doors, Damon cut the engine of his car and vamped to the doors. He could hear them through the craziness of the emergency room. Four words cut through the chaos like a dagger, then plunged straight into his heart. She won’t make it. 

Damon rushed to her side once they had her comfortably settled into a room. Once all of the nurses had left, he grabbed the arm of the doctor that had administered the emergency medicine to the brunette who laid motionless on the bed. “What’s wrong with her? Isn’t there anything you can do? Why aren’t you trying anything!” Damon screamed, desperation flooding his tones.

The doctor looked somberly at him. “There’s nothing we can do. We’ve tried everything. She has a severe brain injury that’s resulting in brain bleeding that we can’t stop.” Damon didn’t want to hear the words that came out of the physicians mouth next, but he had to. “She only has a little time on this Earth left. Spend it wisely.” The wiry haired man patted Damon on the back and then left the room.

Slowly, Damon turned to look at Elena. It seemed like the world was crashing down around them. He had planned to take the cure with her -- to be human. To have kids, grow old, and give Elena the life she so desperately wanted. Now, none of that was a possibility if she was going to leave him in only a few short hours. He walked over to her bedside, pulling a rolling chair under him as he sat down.

He took her hand in one of his  and placed the other one her forehead, stroking it gently with his thumb. “Don’t leave me, Elena,” he choked. “You can’t leave me. I’m not ready to let you go.” Tears flooded his icy hues and began to fall down on the white bedsheets. The love of his life was going to die. Elena was going to die.