- Alaric Saltzman ✘ Hunter ✘ 32 ✘ History Teacher ✘ FC: Matt Davis ✘ TAKEN
The Saltzmans are descendants of German immigrants who arrived in Texas in 1755. He was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts. While attending Duke University, he met and married Isobel Flemming, a parapsychologist who had an interest in vampires. Isobel gave him a ring and told him to always wear it. One night, he returned home late to find a vampire in his bedroom drinking Isobel’s blood. Her body was never found and she was assumed to be dead. Alaric took over her research and found out about Mystic Falls and the rumors about vampires being alive in the town. He went there to find out the truth and discover what had happened to his wife. He dove into a life of vampire hunting and created a number of anti-vampire weapons, such as vervain tranquilizers and arm vest stakes so as to protect himself and others from them.
In Mystic he took up a job as a history teacher at Mystic High. Technically, Alaric is Elena’s step-father due to his marriage with Isobel, who is Elena’s birth mother, but none of them are aware of that. He forms a relationship with Elena as a guardian of sorts, along with her younger brother Jeremy. He also shows a strong interest in Elena’s, Aunt Jenna. Also while at work he makes a good friend in Ezra Fitz, who he slowly starts to integrate into the hunting world of vampires even though he knows nothing about the supernatural.
- He doesn’t heed Stefan’s warning to stay away from Damon Salvatore, and instead the two actually end up forming an unlikely friendship, and even some sort of a partnership, that he includes Ezra in.
- Alaric is outwardly warm and friendly both with his students and with strangers. He was quick to give Jeremy a second chance and immediately started to bond with Jenna. However, this facade is one tinged with guilt and grief. He still wonders what truly happened to her.
- Friends: Ezra Fitz, Elena Gilbert, Jeremy Gilbert, Damon Salvatore, Derek Hale, Jenna Sommers
- Gifs: x, x, x
I have a tendency to read too much into things. Lyrics, books, TV shows, etc. And whenever I can see or sense some kind of spiritual or religious contexts, the first thing I do is google what religion the author or band is … And whenever I find out they’re a member of the LDS or some other crazy religious cult, I automatically lose respect for them and, even though I like their music or books… I find it hard to keep listening or reading because all I look for is how they are trying to convert me in this… And I know that that isn’t fair.
I have issues with religion as a whole. I don’t like the concept of dogma and the whole “do what I say or I’ll hurt you,” idea… I am a spiritual person, but in the love everyone no matter what kind of way, the universe is a magical and mysterious place that we don’t truly understand, what goes around comes around, sort of thing.
I wish I wasn’t so quick to judge a person solely based on their beliefs, because I hate when people do that to me… I guess it’s something I have to work on.
My lifeless existence
Is a question for only the mystics
It makes me go ballistic
To not understand why.
So many men made up these hallucinations
And created all these discriminations
Against people from all different nations
Just because we don’t understand.
It’s an abomination
That we’ve created all this alienation
All because of your intimidation
Of others cultures and beliefs.
You seem to have such a fascination
With pursuing assassination,
Yet your so for procreation
For people who look just like you.
You have no inclination
To the power of imagination
You fill our heads with so much contamination
We will forever cease to grow.
All your delusions
Are based only on a story
Causing you to see a hallucinatory
World that does not exist.
We need to find some kind of rejuvenation
To prevent our world from total obliteration
To find the determination
To save us from ourselves.
I don’t mean to complain, or sound like I’m being ungrateful because my parents are wonderful Grandparents, but something has been bothering me for a long time now and I need to get it off of my chest.
My parents, for the lack of a better phrase, weren’t always… the best. I know parents don’t always make the best decisions, or don’t know what decision to even make. I am a mother so I know how hard it is to do what you think is best for your child.
But up until the day my son was born, when I was 20 years old, my parents never got along. They couldn’t have a civil conversation with one another, no matter what the topic. And my brother and I were used against them. My mother was angry at my dad for things he did that she would tell me about when I was too young to even understand. The same thing happened to my brother, except it was my dad telling him these horrible things about my mom.
My parents split when I was 7. The last year we all lived together, I remember them fighting every single night, being late to school for most of the second grade because I couldn’t sleep and the police being at my house often from domestic violence calls.
But as soon as my son was born, everything suddenly became hunky dory because they had a mutual interest, a common love they both wanted to share and get to know; Dylan.
What I’ve always wanted to know is; Why weren’t my brother and I enough? Weren’t we a mutual interest? A common love they both wanted to share and get to know?
Why do grandparents love their grandchildren more than their own children?
Michael Ausiello: “…humors me when I ask for an update on the Gilmore reunion movie that’s currently in production (this just in: it’s not a lie if you believe it).”
WTF?!?! ARE YOU GUYS SURE IT’S A JOKE???????
I may die inside (AGAIN) if it is.
I started cutting myself when I was 15.
I stopped cutting myself when I was 22.
You can stop to. Don’t wait until it’s to late. Don’t wait until you accidently cut too deep and end up in the emergency room, needing stitches. That’s what happened to me. Most likely, you’ll be too afraid to go to the hospital, too afraid to tell someone, and then… something unintended could happen.
If you need to talk, I will be here for you. All you have to do is send me a message.
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This is my tattoo I got done back in May of 2009. After years of self injury and self destructive behavior, it was time to stop. I am worth more. You are worth more.