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in which i’ll never be able to leave this hellsite until lia does.

he doesn’t know how this night managed to go so spectacularly WRONG. it was a simple job with an idiot for a target. nobody was supposed to know he was even there. especially not his hit. but that’s exactly where everything started to get fucked.

first, his target not only saw him, but expected him. was waiting for him. the first time seb moved, his target’s dark gaze snapped to him and he sneered a taunting smile. how did he know? well, that’s the fucking question of the night, isn’t it.

second, there was a bloody CIVILIAN in the mix. a decade ago, sebastian would have shot her himself and just buried the guilt. but that part of his life is past him now. when she refused to cooperate with her captor, who was idiotically trying to convince her sebastian was the real danger to her, the man got annoyed and fucking shot her. it was a non-lethal shot so long as she could be treated, but that still didn’t leave seb much time.

when she was turned into a human shield, seb again considered finishing her off. he hated himself the moment the thought crossed his mind, but sometimes old habits don't dissolve the moment one decides to turn a new leaf. sebastian couldn’t shoot because, for all his faults, the idiot actually managed to keep his head hidden behind hers.

all this left sebastian with just one option. CHARGE. this decision earned the young woman a knife across her throat and a shove in the other direction. the actual fight was quick enough, though sebastian earned himself a few shots to his ribs for the trouble he went through to get his hands around the man’s head before he twisted and snapped his neck.

one look at the woman told him he didn’t have time to dispose of the body tonight. which is why he now finds himself sitting on the coffee table in his flat, his main place of residence, staring at the bandaged and treated woman lying on his couch. she definitely saw his face, so taking her to the hospital isn’t an option. the body he was after tonight is in the boot of his car. he has no idea what the fuck he’s supposed to do now. she’ll live, but she’ll have scars. she’ll probably need therapy. she’ll maybe never laugh when someone sneaks up behind her for a surprise hug again.

seb dips a rag into a bowl of warm water and reaches over her to clean more of her blood off her skin. he’s changed her clothes into a pair of joggers that belong to his sister and one of his t-shirts. the rest of her clothes are burning in his small backyard. when she stirs, his eyes snap to her face. there’s a syringe beside him in case she screams. it’ll put her to sleep long enough for him to get her somewhere safe and leave her there. then he’ll just have to lay low for a while until whatever report she files dies down.

“you’re safe,” he murmurs, hoping it’s the first thing she hears. “you’re alive and you’re safe. nothing’s going to harm you.”

@seesgood

[buddyhollyscurls]

Trying to sleep and was looking at books and that eventually led me to think of Pride and Prejudice and yk what moment we need to appreciate more?

That scene where Caroline is doing her pick me shit and joking with Darcy about Elizabeth's pretty eyes and she's like when you guys get your marriage portrait done do you think any painter could do her eyes justice?

And our boy Fitzy doesn't even HESITATE he's like I think a painter would do a great job at getting her eyelashes and the way they look in the sunlight and it's just like

MY GUY HAD U ALREADY BEEN THINKING ABOUT THAT??? U HAD THE ANSWER LOCKED AND LOADED WERE U ON YE OLDE GOOGLE LOOKING UP WEDDING PORTRAIT ARTISTS NEAR ME??? DID U HAVE A REGENCY ERA PINTERST BOARD OF UR DREAM WEDDING TO LIZZY ALREADY MADE UP????

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caroline:

her moodiness has long since earned her a reputation around the halls of this school. and, suffice to say, the state of her appearance today combined with the waves of moodiness rolling off of her have people giving her a wide berth. so when he drops down across from her at lunch, the demon-spawn asleep in it’s carrier, she jumps slightly, fork pausing just before she gives another violent stab at her salad.  he seems to be doing okay — a little worn, but who wouldn’t be? after being charged with the world’s best advertisement for birth control?  ❝ well i fell asleep in history and alaric asked me if i was sick because i looked ‘a little off.’ and then my math teacher got pissed because i didn’t do the homework and i had to explain that i did do it — my robot demon baby just spit up on it and ruined it. but she didn’t buy it. ❞ the salad earns another harsh jab of her fork before she chews, expression softening as she looks at lowell.  ❝ how about you? ❞ her gaze is more studious now as she looks him over, brow furrowing in concern.  ❝ you haven’t murdered it yet, have you? ❞

"she's sleeping," he says with a wave of his hand. "and before that makes you angry, and i know it will, she screamed through most of my first class, slept through my second, and got incredibly fussy in the third. i burped her after i gave her her bottle. heated for thirteen seconds, just as you said. so far, she hasn't spit it back up. but i'll undoubtedly be changing a truly horrifying mess of a diaper later."

despite all of this, there's still that curl to his lips, letting her know he's not too bothered by any of it. but, again, he actually slept some last night. and even if he hadn't, his time would have been spent with his guitar, not trying to hush a screaming baby.

one week of baby duty. and today was only tuesday. it meant they'd have the baby over the weekend (he would insist on keeping it -- her -- as much as possible so they didn't risk caroline actually drowning her in the kitchen sink while giving it a bath.) "home ec--"

"hi lowell," a voice chimed in. a pale blonde girl named liv sidled up to their table. she tucked a strand of her short hair behind her ear and smiled at him, completely ignoring caroline. "i saw how great you are with your baby in first period. you're going to make a really great father someday."

lowell gave her a warm smile in return, but there was none of the affection in his eyes. that was saved for caroline. "major has ours during the day. but i'll have him this evening if you'd like to have a little playdate with the kids in the park this afternoon."

his smile faltered. "thanks for the offer," he said, not unkindly. "but i have a date with my girlfriend this evening. she and i will be watching our daughter together." lowell reached across the table to take caroline's hand. as a show of solidarity? maybe. but more to keep her from stabbing liv in the eye with the fork in her hand. "but you might check on major. he had spit up all over his jersey in third period. and i think changing the diaper made him... uh. return the favor. right onto the baby's face."

liv paled, horror and disgust playing out across her face in equal measures. she nodded once, then darted away. "anyway," lowell said, turning back to caroline. "home economics is next. i'll make sure she has a clean diaper. she's been fed. can you think of anything else we need to do for the check-in with the teacher before our baby gets plugged in and reset for another night of torture?"

caroline:

her moodiness has long since earned her a reputation around the halls of this school. and, suffice to say, the state of her appearance today combined with the waves of moodiness rolling off of her have people giving her a wide berth. so when he drops down across from her at lunch, the demon-spawn asleep in it’s carrier, she jumps slightly, fork pausing just before she gives another violent stab at her salad.  he seems to be doing okay — a little worn, but who wouldn’t be? after being charged with the world’s best advertisement for birth control?  ❝ well i fell asleep in history and alaric asked me if i was sick because i looked ‘a little off.’ and then my math teacher got pissed because i didn’t do the homework and i had to explain that i did do it — my robot demon baby just spit up on it and ruined it. but she didn’t buy it. ❞ the salad earns another harsh jab of her fork before she chews, expression softening as she looks at lowell.  ❝ how about you? ❞ her gaze is more studious now as she looks him over, brow furrowing in concern.  ❝ you haven’t murdered it yet, have you? ❞

"she's sleeping," he says with a wave of his hand. "and before that makes you angry, and i know it will, she screamed through most of my first class, slept through my second, and got incredibly fussy in the third. i burped her after i gave her her bottle. heated for thirteen seconds, just as you said. so far, she hasn't spit it back up. but i'll undoubtedly be changing a truly horrifying mess of a diaper later."

despite all of this, there's still that curl to his lips, letting her know he's not too bothered by any of it. but, again, he actually slept some last night. and even if he hadn't, his time would have been spent with his guitar, not trying to hush a screaming baby.

one week of baby duty. and today was only tuesday. it meant they'd have the baby over the weekend (he would insist on keeping it -- her -- as much as possible so they didn't risk caroline actually drowning her in the kitchen sink while giving it a bath.) "home ec--"

"hi lowell," a voice chimed in. a pale blonde girl named liv sidled up to their table. she tucked a strand of her short hair behind her ear and smiled at him, completely ignoring caroline. "i saw how great you are with your baby in first period. you're going to make a really great father someday."

lowell gave her a warm smile in return, but there was none of the affection in his eyes. that was saved for caroline. "major has ours during the day. but i'll have him this evening if you'd like to have a little playdate with the kids in the park this afternoon."

his smile faltered. "thanks for the offer," he said, not unkindly. "but i have a date with my girlfriend this evening. she and i will be watching our daughter together." lowell reached across the table to take caroline's hand. as a show of solidarity? maybe. but more to keep her from stabbing liv in the eye with the fork in her hand. "but you might check on major. he had spit up all over his jersey in third period. and i think changing the diaper made him... uh. return the favor. right onto the baby's face."

liv paled, horror and disgust playing out across her face in equal measures. she nodded once, then darted away. "anyway," lowell said, turning back to caroline. "home economics is next. i'll make sure she has a clean diaper. she's been fed. can you think of anything else we need to do for the check-in with the teacher before our baby gets plugged in and reset for another night of torture?"

[gratiae-mirabilia]

it's so hard being a familypilled hometownmaxxer on a libcel site like tumblr

[softpine]

i’m sorry but asa is literally bella swan level dramatic 😭

asa 🤝 bella

attempting to kill themselves so they can see their boyfriend who has disappeared

DID THIS HAPPEN IN TWILIGHT FJSKDJS i only saw the first movie but asa really must be in his bella swan era because so many people have mentioned her lately ;-;

asa genuinely is the most dramatic and impulsive of all my characters at the moment, which is funny because i don't think anyone in his life would describe him as such. he has an outwardly calm persona and a reputation for being so kind and altruistic, which he IS to some extent... but he's also very much caroline's child lol... he's never given a single thought to the consequences of his actions and he's not about to start now

[idrawgaystffs]

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Love drawing them so much,,

@sciencewife ’s tags were my inspiration!

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[Image Description of first image: Digital fanart of the game Portal 2 depicting Cave Johnson and Caroline. They are in a dark presentation room and the main lightsource is a pile of flaming lemons on the table in front of Cave Johnson. Caroline is in front of both the table and Cave. She is cut off at the waist by the border.

Cave wears a lab coat and a glove on one hand. Cave is triumphantly lifting both arms up into a V shape and looks toward the ceiling with an open mouth. In his right hand, Cave is holding one unlit lemon that is larger than the others and in the other is the pins from the lemons currently active.

Behind Cave is a whiteboard with a projection of an image depicting a man in a similar pose to Cave. Above that is the text: “Combustable lemons to burn life’s house down!” Below that is the transcription of Cave’s Lemon Rant from Portal 2.

Caroline is wearing a dark blue dress with sequins in flowing lines and a long pearl necklace. She has a slightly disapproving look of concern on her face (referencing the vine “Road Work Ahead?”) but is stating her agreement with Cave’s Lemon Rant.

Text next to her reads: “Uh yeah. I sure hope it does.”

She is back lit by the fire and overlayed on top of her is the Aperture Logo with Horizontal Bars in a gradient from orange to yellow.

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[Image Description of Second image: A duplicate of the first image with the exclusion of Caroline’s text in reference to the Vine & the Aperture Logo.

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Road work ahead?

[Image Description: A screenshot of the original “Road Work Ahead?” Vine. It is of the moment the man says “I sure hope it does.” and looks at the camera.

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[inspotlight]

❝    oh,    no,    that's    not    necessary.    ❞    nini    says,    but    her    fingers    immediately    wrap    around    the    fabric    of    the    leather    jacket    draped    over    her    shoulders.    ❝    seriously,    i    don't    want    you    to    be    cold.    i'd    feel    even    worse    if    you    were    cold    because    of    me.    ❞

@for4bes

[theha1r]

@finalcare liked for a starter!

Steve let out a little sigh as he settled back against the couch cushions, briefly closing his eyes. "Is it weird to feel tired even though technically I don't need to sleep? Because I do. Feel tired that is." He cracked one eye open to look at Caroline. "That's different for you though, right? Like you still need to sleep and stuff?" Henderson's probably told him before, but he can't remember at the moment.

[campbitch]

❝    i'm    not    a    snitch.    ❞    sheila    snaps,    disgust    written    clear    as    day    all    over    her    face.    the    brunette    tilts    her    head    to    the    side,    hair    falling    over    her    shoulder,    as    she    glares    daggers    at    caroline.    ❝    i    don't    know    who    told    you    i    am,    but    i'm    not.    don't    forget    that    next    time.    ❞

@cahroline

[ithinkofnealcassady]

i don’t even listen to phoebe like that anymore but i just remembered this song exists and i’m having a category 5 kenstewy episode

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@seesgood || there’s a good chance this is the only thread I’ll work on for the foreseeable future. but I need it.

“explain to me how this works, again.” sebastian’s eyes scan the crowded venue where this “dating” event is being hosted. there are people of all ages mingling about. all walks of life. and he’s mapping out every possible emergency exit, every possible ambush, every threat. this isn’t exactly his scene, but susan insisted he join her on account of her thinking she knew what he needed in his life.

she gestures over to a set of kiosks in the far wall. “you plug your phone in, it does a quick scan of your search history and other telling marks that google has picked up on you, and it pairs you with someone else in this room who has the most in common with you.”

he gives her a wan expression. allowing some unknown computer program into his phone sounds like a terrible idea.

“then,” susan continues, ignoring his expression because she knows he’ll have tyson scrub his information from the kiosk as soon as he has his match. “then it assigns you a table where your match will join you once they also have their assignment.”

“you think someone will match with me? given the things i google from time to time?” from time to time meaning almost daily. 

“you’d be surprised. just try it. for me. you’re becoming insufferable. it won’t tell either of you what brought you together. just trust the algorithm.” she shoves him toward the kiosks and, against his better judgment, he goes. it’s reckless and dangerous and there’s a chance he’ll have to run if the kiosk shares anything from his phone with the authorities. but this is what susan wants and seb’s never been good at turning her down. 

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TABLE 13

how very... unlucky. or maybe it’s not. he’s not sure yet. the kiosk asked basic questions. gender preferences. desired age range for partners. the more personal questions he expected: hard limits, things that attract, that kind of thing, were all missing. he assumes it’s because the kiosk gathers it all, or believes it does, from the phone’s history. maybe there’s a way for them to know what brought them together so they know where to start in their conversations, but he didn’t really stick around long enough to find out. maybe that information will be given to the second person. some kind of print out that just says something like murder. 

he snorts under his breath.

and, as if to prove its effectiveness, a glass is brought to him by a waiter. he sniffs. whiskey. neat. his eyes scan the crowd, trying to guess who might join him as he takes a small strip of paper out of a plastic bag hidden within his suit jacket pocket and drops it in the glass. the paper doesn’t turn black. the drink’s not been tampered with.

interesting. he’s still staring at the drink when he feels someone approach. 

sebastian lifts his gaze. “hullo,” he offers with a bright gaze and warm smile. “is this your table?”

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cradling the phone between his shoulder and ear, ric rests his palms against the edge of the kitchen counter. he's circled the house twice now in his pacing, talking quietly so as to not wake the girls. he's exhausted, but there will be no more sleep for him tonight. his suggestion to her -- the one where she comes home and does research for a year -- is near pointless, he knows. it's not as if he's been sitting on his hands while she's gone, playing dad of the year and making home-made cards with the girls to give to caroline when they next see her (though he has been doing those things as much as possible). he's been busy with his own search, knowing the sooner one of them finds the answer, the sooner she can come home.

"i know it did," he says. having lost jo, he knows the worst thing he can do for her is to brush off the ache she undoubtedly feels, even after all this time. stefan was her love. her true love. and ric is half convinced something like that only comes along once in a lifetime. he'll never say that to her, though. not when she has centuries ahead of her. "but care, you can't shoulder everything any more than i can. you might be an amazing woman, but you are only one woman. we'll find the answer. somehow. believing that is the only way i fall asleep at night."

not that, clearly, he stays asleep, but that's neither here nor there.

"give your hair a break, yeah?" he can't see her. and he can't hear her movements. but he can practically envision the way she's running her hands through her hair over and over, the way she always has when she gets frustrated by a complicated problem. "the girls will want to braid it, i'm sure, when you get back, and how will you explain how you've tugged it all out by the roots?" he's trying for something more light-hearted, even though the whole of their conversation thus far has been heavy.

his hand catches the phone as his head drops down. he feels utterly defeated, and right now, he looks it. this thing with their girls is worse than a terminal illness. because there's always going to be the belief that if they search a little longer, if they find enough back-alley supernaturals with promises they can't keep, maybe they'll find what they're looking for. and if they fail? it'll because they didn't try hard enough. they didn't look long enough. if they fail, will he ever forgive himself for not going out there with her? will he be able to think back on these years and see all the times he got to play dad instead of the hunter?

"you haven't been sleeping, but you've been eating." he's not sure he entirely believes this last part, but it's another of those things they try not to call each other out on unless things get too bad. "you're safe enough for now. but care? i want you to listen to me. try to hear me, please. i may be getting older. i may be a washed-up hunter. i've had years of faults. but i'm promising you. we'll find an answer. there's a reason i've trusted you with this search, and it has nothing to do with you being more durable. we'll figure it out. you're not going to lose us. but i need you to understand, we can't lose you either. you remember what cramming for a final felt like on no sleep? it's what you're doing to yourself now. things are always foggier when you're not rested. your response times are slower. comprehension lags. do not make me lose you." don't make me tell the girls we've lost you. don't make me have to explain to them you'll never come home. he won't use them against her, though. never again. but she knows he loves her. maybe not like he did jo. not like she did stefan. but she's his family and losing her will destroy him all the same. "so, please. even if you have to drink yourself into a coma the next time the sun sets wherever you are, sleep. please."

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she made a valid point, he knew. hell, it killed him to not be out there with her, looking everywhere, searching for the thing that would save his girls. their girls. but someone needed to be with them and give them a stable environment of one home, one school, and at least the illusion of safety. alaric understood her anxiety in this matter. he understood what drove her. 

but. 

but.

“i’m going to play devil’s advocate because it’s what i’m best at. and i’m sorry. but care… what if you keep hitting dead ends and you… you miss everything. stay where you are and keep doing what you’re doing if that’s what feels right to you. god knows i would be doing the same if i could be, and the girls would be in more danger for it. but maybe you… maybe you spend a year here, looking through whatever resources we can encounter from home. and if it’s still nothing then we’ll discuss the road again. i won’t tell you that we have time. because they’re going to be teenager, then off to college, and then… twenty-two before we know it.” just the thought of what would happened filled him with dread. he could be in the middle of watching the girls finger paint at the dining room table, smiling, and then his grin would falter and they would be sixteen and his time, their time would be up. 

he’d lost so many people. 

“you’re fighting to save our girls. i haven’t forgotten that. and i… owe you everything in the world for not only bringing them into this life but for working so hard to make sure they see years and years to come. but you deserve a rest, caroline. maybe… maybe with some time, you’ll be able to go out there with fresh eyes. maybe after a year… i could be the one to go out while you stay with them. there would be nobody better to ensure their safety. and i am a historian. we agreed. i know we did. but they’re getting older. and i think they might understand my absences more.”

her jaw is locked tight as he speaks, head resting in her hand, fingers curled tightly into her hair, tugging lightly at her roots. she waits until he’s finished to respond. and even when she knows it’s her turn to speak, she can’t quite think of the right thing to say. there’s too much. there’s too much that they don’t talk about. that they haven’t talked about. that they can’t, because if they do…if they do then it’ll all start to fracture. it did once before. she almost lost them one before. and she’s painfully, acutely aware of how fragile this life is for her. how quickly it could be taken from her.

❝ you don’t get it, ❞  it might sound insolent, had it not come out so soft.  ❝ ric…part of me died when stefan died. ❞  he knows that. he was the one that picked her up from it. the same way she’d been there for him after jo died. but they both know that this would be different. both of those things — stefan, jo — there was the potential to come back from it.  ❝ if anything happens to them…if we lose one of them, we lose them both. you know that. and if we lose them, then i lose you. and it doesn’t just get to end there for me. okay? ❞

caroline inhales, groaning as she hunches forward, fingers pushing through her hair.  ❝ i didn’t try enough when it was elena, okay? because i was scared. and looking back it was so simple i should have been able to see it, but i didn’t. and now…now everything’s fucked up. ❞  it’s not her fault. she knows that it’s not. at least…not as much as sometimes she feels like it is, but she could have done something. and if she had — if she’d fixed things back then, then elena would have been there. damon wouldn’t have gone off the rails. the twins wouldn’t have been pulled into it, stefan never would have taken that stupid deal, he never would have been human —-

❝ i can do this. ❞  maybe that’s the whole point. and maybe it’s a lie. and maybe she just needs him to believe it because sometimes she doesn’t and the further away she is from home, the more leads that don’t pan out, the heavier the weight on her chest sits.  ❝ they need you. ❞

[famefckrmoved]

❝    it's    a    shame    they    allow    those    shadyside    losers    to    mingle    with    us    here.    ❞    reva    says,    smoothing    down    the    fabric    of    her    skirt    as    she    drops    onto    the    bench    of    a    picnic    table.    her    parents    had    decided    on    a    european    vacation    just    the    two    of    them,    and    as    such,    she'd    been    shipped    here    for    the    summer.    tragic,    truly,    but    what    else    could    she    do?    they    would    know    if    she    fled    camp    and    snuck    home,    and    they    didn't    trust    her    to    be    alone    after    christmas.    pity,    that    mansion    sitting    all    alone    in    sunnyvale.

@cahroline

[floripire]

totally correct quotes featuring @leiasversion of caroline forbes / psd.

[salvatoraes]

tags 003.

[salvatoraes]

@forbaes

CAROLINE FORBES & STEFAN SALVATORE The Vampire Diaries (S05E04)