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Buffy Summers: teaching fuckboys lessons since 1981 (x) (x)

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Katherine sighs and gently buries her face against Damon’s neck, slowly trailing her fingers down his back. She was half acting, half not. Although by the wicked stern glint caught in her eye as she glanced over his shoulder, it definitely looked more on the performance side.

She slowly pulls away, her face quickly embodying that poor innocent victim girl act that was gonna help win her that Oscar. “Stefan... Stefan came.”

Lie of the century, but Katherine hadn’t planned this part so it was all about improvisation. Good improvisation. She swallows tightly and brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. “I don’t know how he managed it, but he did... and then we were attacked, and I ran. Damon, I didn’t know what else to do.” 

she’s my cherry pie

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a: I hate you but I love you

b: then fucking bite harder

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So, question (No Beyonce, that’s not your queue). What’s the one thing Katherine Pierce does better than drink an entire bar dry? Besides lie, steal, manipulate... Wait, did someone say evil scheming? Ooh, we have a winner.

Because that’s exactly what she’s doing. One arm resting on the bar, glossed lips whispering sweet evil nothings in her newly recruited spies ear. Well, by recruited she means cute, helpless and compelled, but same diff.

And that beefy guy beside her occupying half the bar space? He was gonna have to go, because that stench? It was blocking out her latest addition to her newly improved Chanel collection. “Just remember what I told you. If you hear anyone starts asking questions about some all powerful rock, you come straight --- Ugh, hold on.”

She’s about to do something about that horrid smell, when she sees the biggest inconvenience of all inconveniences sitting where hairy troll guy should be; Damon Salvatore. For once he surprised her. Really surprised and Katherine’s not about to stick around and let Damon being Damon go and ruin everything.

She genuinely looks shocked; afraid, and unable to use any obvious vampire powers without outing herself it’s time for Katherine to do the only thing she knows how. Run.

she’s my cherry pie

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Anyway. Las Vegas is stupid. Whistler is stupid. Damon needs to make some big decisions, and the best way to make decisions is blind drunk.

Oh, also, Alaric is stupid, and Whistler is stupid for thinking Damon was going to fall for a tangled ball of misery and hazel eyes, no matter how tall and interesting. Plus, Alaric is dead. Soooooo. That whole thing is a total joke. And stupid.

Damon doesn’t have the energy or the imagination to go very far. There is a reason he chose an apartment right in the middle of town. He needs strip clubs and seedy back room poker in staggering distance.

Anywho. The whole, brief champion thing was stupid and Damon is glad it’s over. And he is not drunk. He’s tipsy, though. That’s step one. Not bad. He has a stack of cash in front of him and a bartender who is willing to make sure his glass never gets low, let alone empty. He stuffs a five dollar note into a very nice black satin bra.

Seems sort of pointless, which only makes him add a ten.

Anyway. Champion. Bullshit! The whole thing was bullshit from the beginning. The only thing keeping Damon in Las Vegas is that he needs to decide whether or not to kill Whistler, and whether or not he is capable. It does feel like a waste of time. He’s been distracted, and now… well. He has shit to do. A year, 18 months, before the comet, first chance to rescue his lady love from the tomb.

“Come here,” he says to the stripper. Cherry pie, and a stars and stripes bikini? Nice. He stuffs a couple of notes into her bra, and sits back again.

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With all the Supernatural fighters that seemed to be flooding into Las Vegas, you can bet that Katherine isn’t impressed. Each one was like a flee getting in the way of her master diabolical plan and she’s given up too much for it all to go to hell now.

Take this one for instance. Tall, dark, very handsome; total Katherine bait... And she’ll gladly snap his neck like a twig if it means one less person standing in between her and getting what she wants.

Still, in all her years of running surviving, if there’s one thing Katherine Pierce has learnt, it’s that it’s better to befriend your enemies than kill them. Because when they trust you, they talk, and when they talk... Well, let’s just say stabbing them in the back becomes a whole lot easier. And with a prize.

“Nice wheels.” Word on the street from several sources is that the infamous slayers and Winchester’s had rolled into town. Slayers? Katherine thought they were a myth. Sure, she’d heard stories, but the Winchesters? Much easier to identify. Tweddle dumb and tweedle dee, but this one? Tweedle sex on legs. 

Appearing from behind one of the mausoleum walls with a smirk, Katherine stopped once she made herself known and planted her hands at her waist. “We haven’t officially met. I’m Katherine.”

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In all honesty, it got boring doing the information search. In the past few days since he and Dean had arrived, he’d talked to more people than he could remember. Granted, he had a feeling a few of the people he’d talked with weren’t done with him. And he’d definitely be seeking out one or two of them himself. Maybe bring Dean along, next time. But while Dean was enjoying being in Vegas, Sam wasn’t entirely interested in hitting up the strip for ‘research’. 

He’d given some half-assed excuse to Dean as they reached town, claiming he had to follow up with one of the people he’d spoken to a couple nights ago. Dean hadn’t seemed to care much as he made his way toward a casino. So that left Sam to his own devices, and he’d started walking. Just– walking. It took him a while to realize he’d gone far past the strip and fancy apartment buildings and had found his way to the edge of town where there were he found homes scattered around. He glanced at the nearest street sign. East Washington Ave. 

He took a left onto another street. North Las Vegas Boulevard. And another space of time passed before he turned right– Foremaster Lane. He’d always had a good memory when it came to directions, and getting from the strip to Woodlawn Cemetery was a simple thing to recall. He glanced at the sky, squinting as he realized he’d been walking for hours now. He’d probably have to call Bobby to come pick him up at some point; Dean would likely end up in a hotel room with some pair of tits. 

He decided to start looking into the tombs and mausoleums around the cemetery, see what he could find. Bobby had mentioned that he’d wanted to check them for clues and such. Anything that could give them an idea of what they were dealing with. He’d checked a couple by the time the sun went down, causing him to have to pull his flashlight from the back pocket he’d stashed it in. The mausoleum was one of four in the entire cemetery, and this one was of particular interest to him as it looked as though it had recently been opened. He carefully slid inside, flashlight in one hand and his gun making way to the other as he heard movement ahead of him. The space wasn’t extremely large, but the Impala could easily fit in it. He cast the light of the flashlight over the room, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out where the sound had come from. That was when he heard the slightest, almost purposeful sound directly behind him.

Shit.

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“Be whatever you want.” Katherine just hopes she doesn’t look on edge as she does feel, because that’d be giving Klaus exactly what he wants.

She’d forgotten how with every word he was able to provoke some kind of chill response. Never knowing his motives or intentions... It was like one big guessing game. Of life or death. “What are... Why are you here?” 

He hadn’t seen her in ages. The last time being - if only he knew when. She had sent that letter about New Orleans, has some sort of bartering tool for her freedom. Elijah told him some time ago that perhaps he owed her his happiness given that because of her he had gotten his daughter and through Hope he had felt everything change for him.

But seeing her now it wasn’t so easy to simply let bygones be bygones. Not in the least.

A smile makes its way onto his lips as he regards her. “ A compliment from Katerina herself - should i be proud? “ he questions.

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“Lie to yourself all you want, Caroline, but I gave you the tools you needed to become better. Because without them...” Now she’s really smirking, glass of bourbon in one hand and a twirling nail file in the other whilst she advances a few slow steps forward, “You would of been nothing but a shallow nobody with a whining problem.”

Caroline’s jaw ticked slightly, her eyes narrowing into slits as she regarded the other vampire. “No.” Her voice was strong, steady, HARSH as she smirked at Katherine. “I made me better. You just shoved a pillow over my face and smothered me.”

“And I wouldn’t be so sure about that ‘not hating you’ bit.”

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“Aw, sweet cheeks. That’s called being a vampire.” Katherine’s smiling and it’s half playful, half mocking. Caroline Forbes had to be the worst vampire in the history of vampires, not to mention annoying. But luckily for her, she’s got the world’s best tutor, “Now suck it up, because I have a mission for you.”

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“I hurt people today.  I might have killed them.”  She didn’t know why she was oversharing with Katherine but anything she could do so she didn’t have to spy on Stefan and Elena, she would do.  “It was horrifying.  –But there was part of me that liked it.”

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Captain America: Civil War

"Did you know about this?"

"If you do this, they will never stop being afraid of you."

"I can't control their fear, only my own."

"Can you move your seat up?"

"Couldn't you have done that earlier?"

"I hate you."

"Clearly retirement doesn't suit you, get tired of playing golf?"

"Well, I played 18, I shot 18, just can't seem to miss."

"First time for everything."

"Made you look."

"Anyone ever tell you you're a little paranoid?"

"I know you're nervous and you have every right to be, but you're lying."

"Do you even remember them?"

"I remember them all."

"How long are you gonna play both sides?"

"Are you incapable of dropping your ego for one god damn second?"

"I'm not the one who needs to watch their back."

"Are you sure about this?"

"I can't trust my own mind."

"So you like cats?"

"How long do you think you can save your friend from me?"

"Well, then... what are you doing here?"

"I didn't want you to be alone..."

"The people that shoot at you, usually wind up shooting at me."

"I don't do that anymore."

"Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive."

"That's smart. Good strategy."

"It always ends in a fight."

"Shit! I thought it was a water truck. My bad!"

"You seem a little defensive."

"Well, it's been a long day."

"Oh, you're going to have to take this to the shop!"

"Who's speaking?"

"It's your conscience. We don't talk a lot these days."

"Are we still friends?"

"That depends on how hard you hit me."

"Give me back my ____!"

"I said I would help you find him, not catch him."

"What's up tic-tac?"

"I can do this all day."

"Ugh...what time zone is this?"

"Sometimes I just want to punch you in your perfect teeth."

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Stalking: Sentence Starters!

“Come out, come out, where ever you are…”

“Do you think you can hide from me?”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

{Text}: You enjoy that shower? You should drop the towel.

{Text}: I know you’re home alone.

“Why don’t you let me inside? I just want to talk.”

“It’s too late for you to be out by yourself.”

{Text}: Good morning. I enjoyed last night, you’re really cute when you sleep.

“Why did you lock the door? Let me in!”

“Ssh, it’s okay! We’re all alone now, no one will bother us out here.”

“You can’t get away from me!”

“I love you…don’t you love me?”

“We were meant to be together, you can’t change that.”

“Please, leave me alone!”

“I don’t know who you are!”

“Wh—where have you brought me?”

“Get away! Don’t touch me!”

“I don’t belong to you!”

“Please…I want to go home!”

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Please don’t doubt my love for you, it’s the only thing I’m sure of.

// 11:06 (via tohavescarlessskin)

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❝ you need to control your temper. ❞

MEME | ACCEPTING.

“Or you’ll do what, exactly? Kill me, hand me over to Klaus? Oh, but wait. By doing that you’d be exposing yourself.“

"It’s time to do things my way.”

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♕ = bowing down before them .

MEME || ACCEPTING.

“Looks like someone’s hitched a ride back to the 1800′s.”

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