endless list of favorite tv shows/movies quotes:

                 10 things I hate about you (1999)

“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boats, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much, that it makes me sick, And even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you not around, and the fact that you didn’t call… But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, Not even close, Not even a little bit, Not even at all.”

meredithcheats  asked:

I miss you too, buddy. (this is not okay)

Give me a quote from my character’s canon and I’ll tell you what was going on in my head at the time

I’d been floatin’ around for days… sometimes, I managed to get where I wanted to be, and sometimes I was just… lost. But I found myself at the school, watchin’ those lanterns…

Damon doesn’t understand some human rituals, but he understood that. Everyone else wanted to let go, and he couldn’t… carryin’ around so much guilt. And I couldn’t make him see me, I couldn’t help him let it go.

When you’re used to dealing with your troubles by… well, punching something, or working harder, having no physical body is awful. All I have these days is my mind, and that doesn’t help with everything. He needed my hand on his shoulder, me walking that step behind and beside, where I always used to be. The other side is just…

I can’t talk about this any more.

anonymous asked:

I think you found a way to get out of bed this morning and that makes you the strongest person I know.

Give me a quote from my character’s canon and I’ll tell you what was going on in my head at the time

She’s amazing. She just… People are unkind, about Elena, about her decisions, but she has survived more than most of us ever could. I won’t hear a word against her.

She loved Stefan. Most teenaged girls would have convinced themselves they could have changed him. But she knew she couldn’t, not fast, anyway, and she decided her own survival was more important. She did what needed to be done. It was inspiring.

It was also sort of sobering. I saw she was just… she’s so tough mentally that I had forgotten that physically, she was weak. Needed to gain a little weight, build some goddamn muscle. I thought she might have complained, but she didn’t; she just did what I told her to.

If I don’t make it through this fight, at least I’ll know I help to turn this incredible girl into an incredible woman. I need to know she can protect herself, and I’ve done what I can to make that happen.

anonymous asked:

Taking care of you and Jeremy has been the closest I've ever come to the life I've always wanted.

Give me a quote from my character’s canon and I’ll tell you what was going on in my head at the time

I guess I realized a long time back that I wasn’t gonna survive this fight.

I’m not sure exactly when it happened. Maybe after I got hit by the car? No one ever wants to mention that one. It was… well, it was suicide. I let myself die to save Jeremy and if I hadn’t come back I’d still have no regrets.

You know, Isobel and I… there was a time she wanted kids. We talked about it curled together in bed, rain hittin’ the window in that shitty flat in Durham, love thick as mist. And then she started talking about vampires.

Elena, and Jeremy…

I’ve had some bad luck and I doubt anyone would disagree.  But then… Then I got to look after Jeremy and Elena. I didn’t do the best job, I know. They looked after me too. They showed me what it meant to be a part of a family again. They loved me, and I loved them, and saying goodbye hurt.

I am sorry. I am so sorry. I did my best. I loved you both so much. I tried, I really tried… being your guardian was the greatest imaginable privilege.

I’m glad I died without transitioning. The thought that I could have endangered you any more than I did hurts like hell. I’ll watch you both forever, and I’ll come when I can.

anonymous asked:

Quote meme: "I made paella".

Give me a quote from my character’s canon and I’ll tell you what was going on in my head at the time


Early on I didn’t think things could ever feel normal, between Damon and I; he’s electric, intoxifying, he’s a force of nature. I don’t know why I didn’t take him that weekend, to meet my parents. I guess I wanted to see them one last time as myself.

The loft was full of the most amazing smells, when I got home, and since Damon doesn’t need to eat, it struck me right away that he had put all that effort into cooking for me.

It was the first time I told him out loud that I loved him.

For those who are utterly confused, this is from my fic.

Lapis and Bourbon, amen

annsaltz  asked:

Ask meme: 3x02, The Hybrid (to Elena:) "Let the vampires fight the hybrid zombie mountain man."

Give me a quote from my character’s canon and I’ll tell you what was going on in my head at the time

I’m strong. Right? And I train hard, I run, I pump weights. I took up boxin’ after Is died. And I cam to Mystic Falls feelin’ like I could take on anything.

I’ve killed a lot of vampires - more than people know. And I’ve done okay, I protected the people I love… but that day, more than any other, I realized I’m not invincible. And I was supposed to be protecting Elena. And of all the things Damon can survive, a werewolf bite isn’t one of them.

It was the day I realized the futility of what I’m tryin’ to do… and the importance of it. When Elena put the Gilbert ring back on my finger I realized I had to step up, and I did. I stopped drinkin’ so much, I moved into Jenna’s room.

I’m doin’ okay now, right?


awickedwasteland-deactivated201  asked:

"Is this the part where you give me a dream?"

Give me a quote from my character’s canon and I’ll tell you what was going on in my head at the time

I hate you

In front of the fire, still gloriously nude and sated and with sweat cooling rapidly on their skin, Damon and Alaric lounged. Sometimes, after sex, Damon was unstoppably talkative, climbing over Alaric, kissing him again, everywhere he could reach. Nipping at Alaric’s skin, drawing blood when he dared.

Other times, he was quiet. Always, they drank, and they were drunk, just then. Alaric’s eyelids were heavy, and Damon’s breath was sweet with the honey of fine bourbon.

Alaric bumped his shoulder against Damon’s. Not demanding, not pushy. Just a hello, I see you.

Damon sipped at his bourbon, and gazed at the flames licking at the hearth.

Alaric smiled. Liked Damon like this, sometimes, quiet and contemplative. Alaric wondered, some days, what it must be like, to have to reflect on 170 years of history.

“What is it, Damon,” he asked. “C’mon.”

Damon shifted sideways, partly into Alaric’s arms, and Alaric pulled him closer. “Was thinking about Rose,” Damon said, taking Alaric’s hand, there over his shoulder.

The flames played over Damon’s features, making his eyes sparkle.

“Rose.” Alaric was silent, then. There was a story coming. Alaric knew when to be silent.

“I was thinking about the night she died.”

Alaric didn’t like to think if it because it could have been Damon, that night. The werewolf was supposed to bite Damon. He had to ask himself, sometimes, if he could have done for Damon what Damon did for Rose.

He thought not.

“She was lying in my arms, defences down, you know. Sick with fever, and getting close to the end. So I got in her head. Dug around a little.”

Alaric frowned. Damon had long since promised never to do this to Alaric. He didn’t much like the thought of Damon doing it to Rose, either, not even in a weakened state, with mortality nipping at her heels. Damon went on.

“She had these memories… old, old, memories. Still complete. You could tell she pulled them out, burnished them. Often. They were probably all messed around, you know the way memory does that. The grass was so green, the sky was so blue. Wildflowers. All that shit.”

Alaric shifted, to press his chest to Damon’s back, and press his lips to Damon’s shoulder.

“So I took us there, into that… memory palace, I guess, where Rose kept her best days. I held her…”

Damon stiffened and relaxed in Alaric’s arms.

“I held her, like you’re holding me now. In her mind, we were there on that hillside. But we were on my bed, and I had the stake in my hand.”

“You gave her… a moment.”

“Rainbows and rolling green hills,” Damon murmured, rolling his head back against Alaric’s shoulder.

“You never show this side of yourself,” Alaric said, mouth up against Damon’s throat.

“Wouldn’t want to inadvertently raise expectations,” Damon said, draining his glass.

I wrote this drabble on my personal a while back but I can’t not publish it here again.

annsaltz  asked:

Ask meme: 1x21, Isobel (to Isobel:) Well, I’m ring free, I’m vervain free. So, either kill me or compel me because I don’t believe it. Not for a second.

Give me a quote from my character’s canon and I’ll tell you what was going on in my head at the time

I don’t know what I was doing.

I did believe it; that was the painful thing. I could see the way she’d changed, and I did believe there was nothing left of my Isobel in there…

You know, I remember all of this. After she died, it all came back, and it hurt like fuck because I realized that I’d been wrong. I challenged her to show me something human, and she did. Who would have guessed?

How can I hate someone and love them, so much, at the same time?