Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Rupert Giles, The Quotable Librarian
but when you hear a line in a movie/tv show dIREctLY frOM tHE bOOk
When the way they say the line is completely wrong
and the HP fandom never forgave and it never forgot
Video game meme: [5/7] video games - Assassin’s Creed
"To say that nothing is true, is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile, and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted, is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic."
Four Dwarves: Thorin II Oakenshield"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But, sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell.”
tbl 203 “dr. james covington”
no one ever likes me as much as i like them
Spoiler Picture from 2x05 (x)
The type of scene that brought about the creation of fanfic.
And can you imagine the feels when he gets the call that she’s in the hospital? It’ll be like the time Ressler told him she’d been “detained”…times what? 1000?
*ahem* yes because this was slumbering somewhere on my harddrive …*scratches tiny scene and waits for the canon*
It is a Wednesday when his world stops.
It is March and sunny and he can still smell the cherry blossoms on Lafayette Square.
His phone rings and as he sees her number, he smiles. A small, warm smile that seems to spread into every fibre of his being, a smile only she can elicit on his face these days.
He takes the call and brings the device to his ear, tilting his head slightly. “Lizzie, what can I do for you?” he says, allowing her name to role dark and soft off his tongue.
There is a moment of silence, a distant crack in the static. It is that one last blissful moment that exists between ignorance and awareness, that single heartbeat until he hears Ressler’s voice.
One word. His name. It’s enough. He knows then, knows something has happened to her and feels himself pause, a man frozen in time.
“Reddington.” Ressler repeats, urgently, gravely.
He swallows. Once. Twice. It is a futile fight against the nausea rising in his throat.
“Is she alive?”
“She is in surgery.”
He closes his eyes, the weight of the world suddenly too heavy on his shoulders. “What happened?”
“Sniper. We received a hint on Zanetakos. It was a trap. They brought her to the George Washington.” Ressler says in a staccato-voice, breathless. He has to be running now.
“You better come, Red.”
I’ve got one to selinabln. Here’s a snippet of the fic.
Red sat in the back of the car waiting for her to call, to report in. He kept checking his watch, a gnawing sensation of dread filling his abdomen.
The sound of the phone was shrill, a sharp contrast to Dembe’s soft, “Hello.”
The second his long time friend met his eyes in the rear view mirror, he knew something terrible had occurred, plans gone amiss.
Dembe handed him the phone, started the vehicle, and began to barrel down the long narrow alley before saying, “It’s Agent Keen, she’s down.”
Red moved the phone slowly to his ear and said, “Where is she?”
Aram’s voice shook with emotion and was tear filled. “Mr. Reddington, they just loaded her into the ambulance, she’s on her way to George Washington. It’s bad… she… she was asking for you. Please hurry.’
Two little mini fics above.