oatmeal? are you crazy?

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i've no heart strong and that's why
the vampire diaries
elena-centric, damon/elena, zombie apocalypse au, vignettes
→ i woke up this morning and decided i wanted to finish this. it's a character/relationship exploration and quite disjointed. i hope it's enjoyed! if i let it sit any longer i'd never have posted it. the title is a lyric from two small deaths by wye oak.
✇ features: all the character death, lots of death period, sex and sexual scenes, biting/blood play, elena's moral ambiguity, damon being a lovesick asshole, damon/elena/survival, and elena/guns




Every morning the same big
and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out
You will be alone always and then you will die.
← "litany in which certain things are crossed out," richard siken

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This is basically just spewing emotional vomit.

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LIKE THE BEST. EPISODE. THIS SEASON. What didn't this episode have that I have wanted forever? And then something I've had in my roleplay/writing/tumblr life for months and now suddenly is canon WHAT EVEN OMG I'M HEAD TILTING SO HARD MY HEAD IS ON MY SHOULDER. HOLY CRAP.


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THE ONE WITH ALL THE INCEST is what this episode is which is what all TVD episodes are to me regardless of actual content. No really though, THIS EPISODE WAS ABOUT FAMILY. Surrogate and otherwise and it was de-li-cious.


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I think I'm going to stop watching The Vampire Diaries. Why continue after I've been given everything I've ever wanted? That episode read like a sweet, beautiful, steamy love letter addressed to me. It was spritzed with Alaric's cheap cologne and tied with a lock of Damon's mullet hair.

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This should actually go in a fic journal somewhere, but as I am between fic journals and do not have one (plus maybe three people in the fandom will have any interest in reading this) I'm just going to leave it here.



a great, dark, soft thing
the vampire diaries
anna-centric, damon/anna, circa 1864


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