I touched the combination lock. I concentrated so hard I felt like I was dead-lifting five hundred pounds. My pulse quickened. A line of sweat trickled down my nose. Finally I felt gears turning. Metal groaned, tumblers clicked, and the bolts popped back. Carefully avoiding the handle, I pried open the door with my fingertips and extracted an unbroken vial of green liquid.
Thalia kissed me on the cheek, which she probably shouldn’t have done while I was holding a tube of deadly poison.
“You are so good,” she said.
Did that make the risk worth it? Yeah, pretty much.
“I loved her, more than I thought I could love somebody else.” - Stefan Salvatore about Elena Gilbert.
And you guys are telling me that Steroline is endgame and trying to persuade me that Stefan really loves Caroline, that he’s always loved her. Bitch Where? ‘Cause last I checked he swerved Caroline and went straight for Elena so I still don’t get where you guys are getting this mess from.
Oh, and one last thing, Stefan loved Elena more than he could ever love anyone else. Let that sink in. Let it marinate. Let it be K N O W N that Elena is Stefan’s one true love.
I got my commission from the amazing choco-minto of my Maria Shepard princess carrying her space husband, and I couldn’t be happier. This is seriously the cutest thing I have ever seen. I can’t even deal.
I can be going through life just fine and then I remember the way Ragnar told Athelstan “I love you” with such raw, vulnerable desperation and I have to lie face down on the floor and weep because I still cannot believe that this show that is marketed as being all about big, brute vikings and macho dudebro things is actually about the tender, queer heart of the king of Denmark who fell in love with a tiny foreign priest