It’s come to my attention that a lot of angry shipping messages have been sent to the lovely Julie Plec recently via Twitter. I thought it might be a good idea for fãs to give her a break from the drama for a dia and flood her with nice things.
Date: Saturday, December 31st
Rules:
1- DON’T bash ships. As ideal is it would be, the point of the dia is to focus on the positive and let her know that we support her regardless of endgame…not to try to win an argument.
2- DO feel free to thank her for giving us so many wonderful scenes this season Remind her that even though shippers can be batshit crazy, a lot of us are good, positive people.
3- DO send her non ship related amor as well. She is a huge part of the reason this show is so amazing.
Date: Saturday, December 31st
Rules:
1- DON’T bash ships. As ideal is it would be, the point of the dia is to focus on the positive and let her know that we support her regardless of endgame…not to try to win an argument.
2- DO feel free to thank her for giving us so many wonderful scenes this season Remind her that even though shippers can be batshit crazy, a lot of us are good, positive people.
3- DO send her non ship related amor as well. She is a huge part of the reason this show is so amazing.
Drabble about Damon's thoughts at Alaric's party (The Struggle). This is my first drabble. I hope you like!
I was at the party to piss off my little brother.
Stefan wanted to fight me off, but Elena wouldn’t let.
They left.
Then I saw her.
That flirty redheaded I had saved at the library.
Bonnie. Her last name was Scottish or Irish. I couldn’t remember.
But I could remember her sweet voice, her childish braveness and her delicate neck.
"And have you ever heard that beijar a red-haired girl cures fever blisters?" I said in a low ironical voice.
And then I heard her outrageous, flattered laughter.
I want to kiss her, I thought.
Then I kissed her.
I was at the party to piss off my little brother.
Stefan wanted to fight me off, but Elena wouldn’t let.
They left.
Then I saw her.
That flirty redheaded I had saved at the library.
Bonnie. Her last name was Scottish or Irish. I couldn’t remember.
But I could remember her sweet voice, her childish braveness and her delicate neck.
"And have you ever heard that beijar a red-haired girl cures fever blisters?" I said in a low ironical voice.
And then I heard her outrageous, flattered laughter.
I want to kiss her, I thought.
Then I kissed her.