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“‘Catcher in the Rye,’ of course,” responded the Vampire Diaries’ actor to a MobioINsider user fan asking if he had a favorito! book.

Paul Wesley may not yet be as big as Brad Pitt o Johnny Depp o even Channing Tatum but he already has the makings of an adored TV star. He loves his fans, and he is known in the Hollywood circulo, círculo as one of the most polite celebridades today. And if tu would just find time browsing through his social media accounts—which was humongous and lively, por the way—you’d see how he makes time for his fans. He is one of the busiest “INfluencers on MobioINSider, who even dedicates several sentences-long respuestas to terse fan queries. Last year, he even earned praises from his Twitter followers after apologizing for his character’s death on Vampire Diaries. *We would like to introduce both INfluencer and INsider as vernacular associated with the Brand.

For some, Paul Wesley is that good vampire who exudes charm on and off cam, but a lotdon’t know that behind that character is yet another commendable Paul Wesley that could send mothers pushing their kids to amor the actor more.

Paul, Pawel Wasilewski in real life, admitted that he was once a high school rebel, and even got expelled from his first high school for fighting. But everything changed after he discovered theatre because it has dado him “a creative sphere to channel his extra energy which got him on the straight and narrow.”

The Polish-American actor is also a family man and never fails to respect the opinion of his parents. After realizing that his birth name was stopping him from getting más actuación projects (because it was too difficult to pronounce), he asked his parents and grandparents permission to change his name into a más American-sounding one. It’s an admirable thing, ladies, isn’t it?

Aside from his mouth-watering physique, a lot of his female fans amor him for being a bookworm and a lover of serious literature. How many Hollywood actors know JD Salinger well?

The lover for literature indeed gives him the thinking of a reason-obsessed man as he is concerned of details. Once, he underwent a tattoo alteration session to cover up a skull-and-crossbones diseño with a beautiful rose. Maybe he’s read Kafka’s TheMetamorphosis, o he just sees depth in mundane objects! That tells a lot about how his brain works.

One of Paul’s many bragging rights—though he’s not the braggingart type—is that he remains frugal and practical when it comes to handling his Hollywood salary. Take note: he doesn’t own a TV set, a reason why he was once adored por the press for admitting he didn’t know anything about Game of Thrones! Apparently, he hates riding bandwagons and ostentatious remarks. He’s a natural!

TV and indie film successes didn’t change the polite Wesley. He remains humble despite the soaring ratings of Vampire Diaries and being part of various magazines’ lista of most sought-after actors of his generation. He once robbed millions of Robert Pattinson’s follower after saying that he’d stand no chance with him, saying, “Any girl would throw me under a bus to be within five feet of Robert Pattinson. I actually think he’s an attractive guy.”

Well, what más can we say about this good guy? Got a special question? Go ahead and ask him on MobioINsider.com.




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"Good por danny," I dicho besar him on the cheek one last time."we may not see each other again but I will remember you." for the past week danny and i have been dating on a crusie. (sorry spelling? my mind is not working today.)We both knew the día would come when we would not be able to see each other. Now it had come. I hugged him and walked down the gang plank.

4 months later

I went to the camp I had worked at for two years now. It was all so familar when I bummed into my best friend Max. He reminded me off Danny. But when ever I saw danny he reminded me of him. Was it max who I really liked and not danny? There's only one way to find out "max?" I dicho to him "What?" he said. "Da ya think we could..... like go to a movie o somthing?" "sure!" he said. And we had a great time.
posted by Insight357
The five months had passed quickly. Nothing much had changed, except I was sleeping in Alexander’s cama on a regular basis. I was also much happier. I didn’t have panic attacks as often, but that could’ve been because I didn’t have the stress I used to.
    Alexander and I had been packing. We were moving to Russia. Dr. Anozi and all my family were over there. Alexander’s parents had passed, and he didn’t have any relatives. He was okay with the move. I was excited about going home. It had been years. The only thing I had seen of inicial was the occasional postcard...
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posted by para-scence
"Aren't tu excited?" Dad asked again. My jaw hung open, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Yeah, Dad. That's great." I stood up and went to my room. I paced in my room for a while, fiddling with my fingers. The tears filled up more, making it nearly impossible to see anything. This can't be happening. He was trying to start a new family. He was recreating what we had before we... There was a knock at the door.

"Irina?" It was Dad. I ran over to the door, and locked it just as he tried to open the door. "Irina, please let me in. I want to talk to you."

"Go away!" I cried. The whole thing felt so...
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posted by GabbyRaptor
There I am... Gabby Raptor.... " I miss him" I say to myself standing on a montain... alone. Then I hear a voice..." Mike...?" I say.... Nothing there... Mike was an old family friend... He was like a father to me.... The father that left me when I was five... My mother she went after him and eventuly died... I found that out 3 years later after the acedent.... Mike was a good friend.... All I have left of him is his horse "Boxer". It was my fault the killer got to Mike... It always is my fault.... I'm nothing but trouble... But what sadens me más is that I'm rejected...My 3 brothers and my...
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posted by para-scence
A while later, Blake had to leave for football practice. We didn't get to finish the project, but he dicho we could work on it sometime during the week. It was strange, I actually felt a little sad when he left. I shook it off; I barely knew the guy.

"See ya in school," he smiled. I nodded, and he left.

I spent the rest of the día doing nothing; I didn't have work today. Then I heard the front door open. Crap, did I forget to lock it?! Did Drew get in?! My corazón was racing. What do I do? Should I just go to him? Should I hide and hope he thinks I'm not here, then he'll leave? My fear was so strong...
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Title inspiration: Bang Bang por Nancy Sinatra


This fanfiction is a crossover between the Joker from the Dark Knight and Sweeney Todd. It has its own strand, and it is possible that there appear some new characters, o not.
Batman is not supposed to, but maybe I will change my mind about that later.

The setting is England, London, in the 19th century - the Victorian Era.


But the most important part: this text is originally in german. I translated some of it into English, but most of it I didn't, so I fear tu have to use google for this.
If tu request my translation, though, I might do it.

Sidenote:...
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posted by sawfan13
I got out my cooking bag and my little travel oven. I was going to do my best making Lil and Howl's wedding cake. I know I seem like a nerd taking a travel horno and a cooking bag, but I amor cooking wherever I go. It's weird, but tu never know when tu need it! I was rummaging through my bag, but there was one important thing missing. The flour. I can't make this cake without flour, and wedding with no cake just doesn't make any sense to me! I just wanted to get started on it while Howl is teaching Lilith to vine swing. Not to sound rude about my sister after reconciliation, but Lilith isn't...
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posted by para-scence
I folded my arms, trying not to look at him. Blake was one of the biggest jerks I've ever seen. He's broken so many girls' hearts; he had no regard for their feelings o anything. Now he was dating Heidi, a girl I also didn't care for. He looked at me with an expression of... fear? o was it hate? Who knows.

"Uh.." he dicho stupidly. "What's your name?"

"Irina," I mumbled.

"I'm Blake," he said. I nodded, not really giving a fuck. "...Do tu want to get to work?" I shrugged.

"What're we doing?" I asked quietly. He explained that we were to interview each other; find out about each other's lives,...
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posted by para-scence
I sat on the cocina counter, in the painful silence. I wanted this, why was I so sad? There was a knock on the door, and my corazón skipped a beat. I went and got it, and was surprised to see it was Andrew.

"Hey. I was hoping tu weren't gone yet," he smiled. I smiled weakly.

"Hey. What's up?" I let him in.

"Just wanted to say goodbye. And see how you're feeling." My hand instinctively went back up to my throat, the gauze still wrapped around the healing stitches.

"I'm doing good. Thanks."

"No problem," he sighed. "So, Belinda's probably going to be in for life; for murder and attempted murder."...
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posted by para-scence
The siguiente day, I woke to an empty house. I guess I overslept. For the longest time I had been trying to calm Carmine down. He did eventually, but then was out of it and couldn't cook dinner. So I took over, making pasta. Then later that night, Nikolai called me into his room to ask about what he missed while he was gone. I explained everything, and I had to include the part about how I left, even though I had been told not to.

I went to the kitchen, where Nikolai had left a sticky note:

"Stay home. I mean it, Harley. -Nikolai." I rolled my eyes, but decided I'd be a good girl and listen today....
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posted by para-scence
It had been almost a mes since I arrived at Gail's place. It wasn't that bad there. Actually, it was a lot better than I thought it ever would be. Since then, I had had absolutely no contact from my brothers. I was starting to get worried. How was Reed? Was Nikolai happy I was gone? Did they even miss me? One Saturday morning while I was eating breakfast Gail must;ve noticed I was in a mood.

"What's up, kiddo?" she asked.

"I just miss my brothers," I shrugged it off. "They haven't called o anything,"

"Well that's 'cause they can't," Gail dicho with a strange hint of optimism in her voice. They...
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posted by gabatron3000
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Oni
I was sitting. Doodling on a notepad with a purple pen and sitting on my favorito! green beanbag chair.

“Oni, Oni!”(Oh-nee) Yelled my eldest sister June as she jogged into my room oh so gracefully. I sat upright, noticing that I was slouching again.

'Sit up straight o you’re gonna get a crooked spine and spend the rest of you’re life in a wheelchair.' I mocked my Mom’s frequent nags. She’s a Chiropractor, tu know how they are.

“What is it my Lovely sister dear?” I asked June snidely while rolling my eyes.

You see, I haven’t been in the best mood these past few months. I...
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posted by para-scence
The siguiente morning, I was woken up por a blinding light. I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm. What the hell was Nikolai o Carmine doing in my room this early?! I rolled over onto my stomach, smothering my face in my pillow.

"Good morning, Sunshine!" a female voice said. That woke me up.

"Huh?!" I said, leaning up real fast. Then I realized it was Gail. Then I realized I wasn't home. I frowned and rubbed my eyes. Gail had opened the blinds right por my bed. I looked over to the cama siguiente to me; Scout was gone, her cama already neatly made.

"It's almost ten o'clock," Gail informed me. Then why'd...
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posted by para-scence
The siguiente morning when I woke up, I was still on the couch. Reed was still deeply asleep, but Carmine was gone; probably at work. It was a seguro bet that Nikolai was gone too. I stretched slowly; my body was really sore from sleeping on the sofá like that. I yawned and slowly got up, not wanting to wake Reed up. I took a quick shower; the scar on my leg starting to become irritated. I put some burn medicine on it; because that's all we had that might help. I wrapped gauze around my leg. Then I got dressed and went to the cocina for breakfast. There was a note on our tiny refrigerator.

"Harley,...
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posted by para-scence
"It won't be so bad," Micah said. He held my hand in both of his, as we sat on the porch swing.

"I know..." I dicho sadly. But it will be. The foster family that was taking me in lived a half hora away from here. I'd be going to a new school, have a new house, need to make new friends, and even live with new people. There's something not everyone gets to say. And I wouldn't be able to visit Micah.

"Alessandra!" called Mrs. Peters, my new foster-Mom, called. Her and her husband had finished putting my bags in the car, something they insisted on doing themselves so I could say goodbye to Micah....
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posted by Insight357
    I sat in a chair por the window. I was still in the asylum. Days had passed, and nothing changed. I hadn’t heard anyone speak of Alexander. Doctors would come in my room every few hours to make sure I was still alive, o to make sure my arm didn‘t hurt.
    I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics dicho it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
    Earlier...
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posted by Insight357
I went back to the motel after Lucy left. I never did figure out why she was running. siguiente time I saw her I would ask…Hopefully I would see her again.
    Damien is all alone dicho a voice. I shook my head, as my hands began to shake and my corazón raced.I sat on the creaky motel bed. It was cold, and hard. I didn’t care though. I was too emotionless to care. I didn’t feel like I was apart of this world. The walls and furniture were only an illusion, and this was my hell. I had already died. Maybe if I died in hell I would be officially dead.
    Damien...
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posted by Insight357
I got to the motel around ten that night. I paid forty dollars for two nights. I figured I could find an apartment por then. At least I hoped I could.
    I now sat on the side of a bank over looking a river. Lucy sat beside of me, getting all the latest drama from my life. She was almost like my therapist. I knew I was supposed to be hers, but it wasn‘t the best arrangement.
    “Love sucks, Lucy,” I dicho while rubbing my eyes. I had just told her about what happened between Alexander and me.
    “I used to think that, too....
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posted by Insight357
I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to go somewhere. The fight with Grey had been bad. I didn’t feel guilty, and that bothered me. I always felt guilty after a fight, but this seemed to be an exception. I was…happy? No, that wasn’t the word, más overjoyed, I guess.
    I kept walking; it was around seven when I sank down on the sidewalk. I was tired, and I had nowhere to go. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do…I could always look for Xander, but knowing him, he knew how to cover his tracks. The only person who seemed to know where he was at all times...
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posted by Insight357
The museum visit had turned out to be fun. I learned Xander and Lucy were extremely educated about art, possibly más than I was.
    Before we left the museum, Alexander had spotted an ad for a local artistry competition. The winner would get a contract with the museum, and the opportunity to have artwork in museums all over the world. We thought it would be a good thing for Lucy.
    At first, she protested, but Xander gave her a pep talk. Lucy dicho she would consider entering. I think she was worried about criticism.
    After the...
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