Katherine Pierce

Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.

                “welp, instead of dwelling on the past and our inevitable fate of ending up here. i say we bake cookies.” pulling the bowl of cookie dough out of the fridge, speaking to the person behind her. she needs something to get her mind off of it. “you any better at baking and cooking in general than i am? please say yes because someone’s gonna have to be the pro here. because me on the other hand…definitely not cooking material.” elena in the kitchen? that’s a disaster waiting to happen.

"Wait, so let me see if I got this right. You wake up from some sort of sleeping beauty spell and the first thing you want to do is 'bake cookies'? Wow, You really are dull as a door knob."

‘ NO, NO, NO phoebe won’t hurt you. she’s just a baby dragon… so as long as you don’t frighten her she won’t breathe fire in your face, ‘ the antipodean opaleye sat upon lysander’s shoulders.

"And what? I'm just supposed to believe that you trained a dragon or whatever that thing is?"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. It depends, what do I get out of it? Because personally I like what i'm seeing, it'd be a shame to cover it up."

" Please . Does it honestly look like I smoke? "

"Well, if it isn't Caroline Forbes- or is it Salvatore? I can't keep track, nor do I care to. ANYWAYS, i'm impressed, I thought you'd be sick of cleaning, I mean afterall your wedding was the biggest mess of all."