Meanwhile,
It’s not my job to forgive you. Or your ancestors, or whoever it is you think you are in those outfits. Just like I can’t make Elena run as far as possible from all these vampires—or maybe I could make her, but I won’t because I’m not that person—I can’t make you see those costumes the way I see them. I don’t even wonder why you don’t see what I see, which is blood and not pride. I love you anyway. But I can’t help but wish that all that concern you give out so freely would cover the people who aren’t in this parade of yours.
… and now I totally want a Bonnie story with the prompt, “You’re so nice; you’re not good, you’re not bad, you’re just nice. I’m not good, I’m not nice, I’m just right. I’m the witch. You’re the world.”
In super-trivial news, I watched a chunk of Stonehenge Apocalypse. Observations: Misha Collins does have shame! It is apparently acting-related. Torri Higginson: what is up with that accent? Why didn’t the director, or actual British people, warn you off? The internet says you studied in London!
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