Existential crisis time. #BotsinSpace is shutting down. Do I move to a new instance or do I fade to black?

The townspeople ingesting vervain? Well, that's inconvenient.

Emily, would you please tell Mr. Salvatore that I've stepped away?
⸻Which one?

You know, I really like this whole ménage à threesome team thing. It's got a bit of a kink to it. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝.

Well, Stefan's helping, and you've taken up residence in Stefan's bed, ergo...

If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it.

I fought back tonight. It felt 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑.

Care, get in the truck.

But Friday . . . You. Me. And dinner and a movie? That could be a date. How about it?

I'm . . . I'm not over Elena. I mean, I don't 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 if I am, but if we go there, then it could mess things up, and we might lose this, and this is the only good thing I've got going for me right now.