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[millerskaya]

[ikirby79]

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[mistress-vanity]

Sooo... about that last episode...

1. Of course, it’s always Klaus. If you want to get in trouble, call Klaus, he’s already up to no good.

2. But to be fair, they will all thank him later. Like, how many years they would do nothing, with imminent threat over their heads, if Klaus wouldn’t go and push it to resolve it sooner or later? He’s always doing that. He’s always succesful at some point. But yes, he’s the bad one.

3. Gosh, I missed him so much.

4. I missed all of them actually. Even Freya, whom I barely know (stopped watching when she was still in coffin, and came back only for phonecall). Even Hayley, for crying out loud (as much as I don’t like her, she’s the one of Unwanted whom I think would be quite enjoyable to watch, if she wasn’t made main for no reason, and whole that pregnancy crap - and episodes like this one is the proof).

5. I’m trying to enjoy just seeing Kol, without paying attention what he was actually saying and to who. In my perfect world, he’s in ménage à trois with Bonnie and Kai, and nothing will change that.

6. Rebekah, oh, Rebekah... Why you’re making this so hard? I know that her answer means more screentime for Marcel and Rebekah than if they would go on honeymoon, but still... Hope they will make it at least in the finale.

7. Seeing Elijah calm and happy is so blissful. So sad it won’t last long, I presume.

8. I want this post to be happy and positive one, so I’d just say that I still don’t care about Hope.

9. But what I DO care, is these two short scenes that was just worth all the miserable waiting. Klaus and Caroline are totally married without being married. Every word, every gesture, every eye contact, smile and move were as perfect as expected. Caroline got new beautiful quote (it’s nice, because my favourite ones usually were Klaus’) for us to gloat over, Klaus got his ‘true-happiness’ smile’ once again, and looks like certain promise about ‘never coming back’ has been revoked - she invited him to Mystic Falls, didn’t she? It’s not like I’m screaming ENDGAME... but I totally do!

Right now, I’m back to youtube, to have some happiness.

Hugs and kisses for KC Family, you’re the best, guys! <3<3<3

[gooddame]

Be Nice

Happy Birthday to the lovely @austennerdita2533, sweet Ashlee who has been so beautifully kind to me. She makes my life quite lovely by simply existing so hopefully she enjoys this little trinket of love.

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“I can’t freakin’ believe this,” Caroline groaned kicking the tire of the old beat up station wagon her human mother had passed on to her a few years back.

“I can,” Klaus retorted gruffly as he slammed the passenger door, “Bloody car is a piece of,” he paused interrupted by Caroline’s human pet.

“Be nice,” Stefan warned both powerful fae creatures from the back seat as he crawled out of the car long past annoyed with their sparring.

“Thank you,” Caroline said sharply to her best friend as he shut the door behind him while pointedly looking at Klaus.

“We’d be there by now if she,” Klaus looked directly to Caroline as he mimicked her accent, “Hadn’t said, ‘It’s better if we take the car.’ And you agreed.”

“I don’t sound like that,” Caroline complained as she popped open the boot open looking for the spare, “And we were all too drained from the last spell to just whoosh anywhere.”

“Whoosh,” Klaus and Stefan asked confusedly in unison.

“Yes! Now help me you Jacks,” she grumbled as she pulled the tire from the back getting ready to drop it and roll it to the damaged tire and repair it when it vanished.

“All better,” Klaus grinned as the spare tire reappeared in the boot and the flat repaired itself with a whip and flick of his fingers making Caroline grimace, “You’re welcome, Love.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” Caroline protested knowing that with every flick of his delicious fingers Klaus was losing his strength considering the blood loss.

Stefan took the moment to step in like a hen mother as he muttered to each of them, “Be nice,” looking from one distressed face to another.

“I have blood on my favorite shirt, in my hair, on my backseat,” Caroline listed as last nights rather murderous events crossed her mind.

“Not exactly the first time,” he grinned as he pushed the image of them having hate sex last week in the car while they waited for Stefan to get back from vetting an underling to their side.

Caroline shot him a glare as her body heated, “I’m sorry, what,” Stefan’s words sliced through the looks they gave one another.

“I didn’t mean to make it sound so salacious,” Klaus amended with a tilt of his head and a wink in her direction, “It’s the accent.”

“Ugh, it’s about five miles to town,” she sighed trying not to vent her frustration, sexual or otherwise at this precise moment, “After that I’m done with you.”

“Caroline,” Stefan cleared his throat after a long heated pause between Klaus and herself, “About that, Klaus, well he has to come. Your Dad asked to meet him.”

“I’d rather die,” Caroline protested as she tugged her hair into a ponytail throwing him the dirtiest look she could muster as his eyes roamed her body appreciatively.

“And yet, you’re as immortal as I am,” he retorted as he took a step closer as the air changed around them, this time Caroline’s powers surfacing as the wind blew that much harder.

“Care to test that,” she asserted as her arms drew up and Stefan took a giant step backwards and slid into the back of the car.

“I think you remember my endurance,” he teased pushing another thought into her mind, just when she reached her climax on his tongue, before she pushed back.

“Puh-lease,” she groaned despite the effect the memory had on her body forcing the image of her on her knees torturing him in the hotel shower into his thoughts.

Stefan stuck his head out of the window, “You two had sex,” he asked as Klaus growled deep in his throat, his neck growing as red as her cheeks.

“Keep up, Stefan,” Caroline uttered with malevolence as she kept her flaring green eyes on Klaus a duel both of their minds were keen on fighting.

“Yes, Stefan,” Klaus matched her tone as he pushed another dirty thought into her mind, one that had yet to transpire, “Do keep up.”

Caroline gasped as Stefan sat back down after he muttered, “I’ve never been so happy to know that I get to die someday.”

“Was that conjured or a premonition,” Caroline exclaimed crowding Klaus, walking him backwards until his boots hit her tire.

“In five miles you’ll know,” he promised with a wicked smirk before he slid passed her and sat himself on the passenger side waiting for her to get in.

Lightening shot through the sky as Caroline let one little one out, her powers caused sparks over her nails ruining the rest of her manicure. “‘In five miles you’ll know,’” she mimicked in his accent.

[hasmanyfeelings]

steroew in their wedding day:

klaus is the sea 

[chillmodenate]

KC has always been good to me, until next time...🙏🏿🙌🏿💯 #kcmo #kcroyals #kcchiefs #kcfriends #kcfamily #27thfloor #kcsheraton #lifestyle #oneday #illbegreat #chillmodeforever (at Sheraton Kansas City Hotel at Crown Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrNRW12h0l5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=jv7wf28j7p8k

[kcbloggerblog-blog]

Keratoconus trials and tribulations! Part 1 - first contact lenses

After suffering since the age of 17 with Keratoconus (I’m now 37), I decided it was time to start sharing my experiences with others, hopefully with a light hearted element. Each blog will have a theme which I am sure will ring familiar within the KC family!

I am going to start with my first experience of Rigid Gas Permeable Contact Lenses. The day to get them fitted had finally arrived, glasses were no longer doing the trick (as is the case for many KC sufferers). As a 20 year old I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, I had nothing to compare my vision to, all I knew was that everything was bit blurry and I had to hold things pretty much pressed against my face to see them.

I only remember snippets of my appointment with the ophthalmologist. The first thing being that he was getting on in life and had hearing difficulties. I couldn’t see him and he couldn’t hear me, not a great combination! Having struggled through previous appointments to work out my prescription by shouting my responses to the various eye tests I was hoping the fitting stage would be a lot smoother. On the whole it was. The next thing that I remember was having pain killer drops inserted into my eyes, it had never occurred to me until then that having tiny little pieces of plastic in my eyes would actually hurt. It did hurt, a lot.

I was feeling increasingly nervous and anxious about the future at this point. Everything else about the appointment was pretty much a blur, a bit like my eyesight. The next thing I remember, having had those darn bits of plastic put into my eyes, was the clarity of the veins and wrinkles on my ophthalmologists face! Having finally got a decent quality of vision after 3 years of fuzziness my resounding memory of fairly decent eyesight is veins and wrinkles; not what I had imagined. In my head I had envisaged seeing beautiful flowers with vibrant colours, but no, for me it was wrinkles and veins.

That’s ok I thought, there’s plenty of time for all of the nice stuff, I just need to leave the hospital and take a look at the outside world. So I did, mother in tow. I walked through the corridors, blinking frenetically trying to adjust to having strange plastic objects in my eyes. Eventually reaching the outside world I took in the vista ready to be astounded by my ‘new eyes’.

Mum “What’s it like? What can you see?

Me “The trampled chewing gum on the floor is really clear, there’s so much of it, it’s grim”.

So there it was, my new found vision had provided me with razor sharp images of wrinkles, veins and chewing gum. At least I could only wear the lenses for a couple of hours at a time to let my eyes adjust to the pain, it could only get better from there!

Look out for part 2 coming soon!

[gooddame]

Klaroline mood

Just My Luck

My contribution to Klaroline Arbor Day with special thanks to @lilbreck for helping me from the beginning of this idea to the last draft. With that said my mistakes are my own.

 I really hope you enjoy this because it really got me writing again and I hope you love it as much as I do. Thanks and happy reading as always! :))

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“Just my bloody luck,” he mutters as he looks at the ever growing list of delays on the screen noting that his flight has just appeared on it.

The storm outside the building’s windows inflicting havoc on Klaus’ plans to go home early and get a few days of silence before his siblings arrive home next week. The idea is now less likely he thinks as he reaches for his luggage getting ready to duel it out with the airport representatives for a refund. Disgruntled he moves gruffly through the throng of people going this way and that when he sees a sight that stops him in his tracks.

Klaus’ lips stretch into a smile seeing her across the airport looking rung out and defeated a look he can confess he’s never seen on her before. It almost makes Caroline seem, human. Rolling his luggage behind him he preens checking his coat and rubbing the growing scruff over his jaw. It had to have been at least four years since he saw her last. His head shakes away the memory of the last time he saw her, the last time he touched her intimately. She’s biting her lip now, a death grip on her purse and luggage as he makes his way over still unnoticed.

“Caroline,” he utters from beside her as he pulls to a stop putting his luggage in front of him just in case this was a bad idea.

She wants to throw an adult tantrum and tell the customer service rep where exactly she can put her apologies but rationally Caroline knows it’s not her fault. It’s not anyone’s except this freak storm outside that she and the airport hadn’t planned on back in October when she booked the flight. Now said storm was delaying all of the flights she can think of to try to find a way home. So instead she stands there bags in hand thinking about getting a rental and seeing just how far that goes when her mother’s voice in her head warns her about the dangers of being alone in the middle of a storm.

Caroline beams, the defeated look no longer mearing her features as her green eyes shine realizing who has just spoken her name, “Klaus?” she cries excitedly pulling him into a hug.

She shivers feeling him press against her enveloping her with his recognizable scent, so welcoming and all together so new. Caroline holds onto him pleased to see a familiar face under the circumstances she finds herself in happily noting that he’s not eager to pull away as his hands drag down her hips when she leans back. They stare into one another’s eyes disbelieving of the reality as Caroline struggles to find her voice or any words at all.

Nibbling on her lip she’s encouraged by the look of fondness he gives her, “Wow, what are you doing here?” she asks never having expected to run into him here or anywhere for that matter.

“Same as you I would think, trapped by the storm,” Klaus gives her an easy answer as her eyes drag down his front distinctly lingering a moment too long on the cluster of necklaces he has around his neck leading down his chest.

One in particular he guesses recalling that he still wore the thin black leather cord that held the remains of the cheap broken locket she found one day before their trysts. Shagging his sister’s old sorority friend had never been at the forefront of his mind until he met her. And even then, ‘shagging’ was never quite the right word for what they were doing though neither was the term ‘making love’. From the moment they met it was like spark and timber, even now he felt the blaze between them.

“Pretty much,” she replies in kind taking him back to the present as she takes a step back her hands falling from his shoulders down his arms in an easy caress, one surely an old friend wouldn’t read into.

Klaus scratches his neck, his skin flaring as he reveals why he’s there, “I’ve just flown in,” he pauses, “I was on a connecting flight to,” Caroline nods.

“New Orleans,” she finishes for him with a soft incline of her head that makes her hair dip to one side, no, she was not flirting, “I had heard you had moved out there,” she admits.

Klaus’ eyes narrow, “Rebekah,” he gathers and she nods in response at the sound of her friends name remembering to call her later.

Desperately pushing down the memory of Klaus tied to her bed as Rebekah walked in quickly made her body pulse with an old feeling of embarrassment. Her hand covers her face as it heats, she should not be thinking about how good that day had been before Rebekah had ever known about their little friends with benefits deal. She scratches her brow trying to forget how much their group of so-called friends had teased them afterwards.

She smiles unable to stop, “Well you know we were always close. Even after,” Caroline reminds him with a point of her finger in reference to their brief time together.

Klaus chuckles in spite of himself taking advantage of how close they are as he leans his whole body closer mischievously, “After you threw my shirt in my face and told me none too politely to ‘get out’ for the last time?”

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[pro-klaroliners]

IDK about you but I always think about Klaroline fandom while listening to Popular by Veronicas (Boys and girls pretend to know me, they try so hard / And I get what I want, my name is my credit card / Don't try to hate me because I am so popular) ... It's just a thought..

I had never though about KC fandom songs! But I like the idea. I live a pretty alarming percentage of my life attached to a pair of earbuds so I always like to hear new things. I DLed the one you mentioned, so thanks for that! And then when I was running this morning ‘So Positive’ by Down With Webster came on:

I know where I’m going, I just wanna get thereGotta lot of shoes but I’m running in my best pairBut my minds on the next pairAnd where I’m going to be next year

I always set it to play like ¾ of the way through a long run - where I’m at that point where I hate everything and kind of want to curl up under a tree and wait to die. Kind of analogous to the fandom situation, no? But then it comes on and I’m like, “Yes! I’ve got this!” and push through because I am a cheeseball at heart who loves sports movies even though I don’t really like *actual* sports. 

So, everyone. Discussion topic: what’s your Klaroline fandom theme song? Inbox me, or reblog and tag your selection(s) and I’ll compile a list.

[jihannov]

The greatest sweetener of human life is friendship.

[ineedtobethe0ne]

anyway everyone knows that steroline is a piece of shit and klaroline slays everything ;)

[lujaiinaa]

you're beautiful you're strong you're full of light

klaus mikaelson

[kctvd-blog]

Plague's interview with Yahoo

Only I have a hunch JP will understand:

1. CROSSOVER means KLAROLINE 

2. KLAROLINE is ENDGAME

... after end of the world?

[bitimerush]

I draw all my energy from Klaroline scenes in 3x14

[gooddame]

Prompts for klaroline valentines day?! :o you sure you wanna go there?!?! Okay, If you insist!! :D Vampire|hybrid klaroline, sorta canon but no baby plots... She turns up and surprises him on Vday, where ever he is in the world?!?! :P

Thank you so much @ashleigh-jewitt-xx for your prompt which I totally got swept away in and desperately tried to get a hold of. You are such a sweet part of the KCfamily and I’m so pleased I could write this for you. Hopefully I did your prompt justice!

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Her movements were soft and swift through the soft grass ofthe Isle of Mann, his scent lingering in the soft brushes of air as she trekkedforward seeking out his face among the green fields. Kol, of all Mikaelson’shad found her, and she promptly apologized for Elena burning him to a crisp. Hesmiled, something wicked and familiar as she wondered what had brought him toher school.

Hope had flourished under the guidance of her teachers andyet she knew this visit wasn’t exactly about his niece. Not one to toe aroundthe subject Kol got straight to the point asking for her to seek him out withoutever even uttering his name. Without ever actually needing to and by the godsCaroline wished she could play dumb even as she agreed to play this game ofhide and seek.

It had taken mereweeks to get a whiff of a location, near a month and a new year spent with herdaughters before getting an exact one. And now Caroline found herself in hernew brown leather boots rambling through an island, alone at the crack offreaking dawn, she thought to herself with a maroon coat to shield her from thelight rain as she found her way passed the Snaefell tram service. It would be tooeasy to speed up to where he was if she felt brave but now with his scent inthe air Caroline felt pause.

A soft flurry of butterflies had set in on the flight herand steadily it had grown in the last few hours so she might have lingered bythe trail more than necessary. Caroline smiled to herself as she ignored thesigns to not go ahead without equipment opting instead for a solo trek hopingto find him alone. The ground was slippery but nothing her senses couldn’thandle as she the sun started to peek out from the sea besides her lighting herpath.

His body went rigid as her eyes found him with his back toher wearing a black wool coat, his curls blowing in the wind, she had missedthose. She let out a sigh of relief as he turned his neck giving her a view ofhis dimpled cheek as his body relaxed and his smile grew.

“How are you here now,” Klaus asked in wonder, their timeapart having done nothing to dull the ache inside of her when he spoke in that Britishlit, which was always.

“I didn’t know I would be,” she tried for casual knowingthat her blush would only give away even as she took guarded steps towards himreaching him just in time to see his eyes light with affection; With longing.

“And yet,” he murmured in quiet inquiry, the words, ‘here you are’ never slipping past histongue because she was here on this day and when did he become such a bloodyromantic?

“And yet,” she agreed pulling her hands from her coat topush back her now probably ruined waves, a nervous habit she hadn’t quite lostyet when she stumbled on a rock.

His body caught her before she could think to fall, his armsembraced her as his scent engulfed her making her knees weak, “Of all the daysto feel human,” she mumbled to herself hearing him chuckle in response.

Klaus’ eyes had shut, his senses enveloped in her, all ofher, her feel, her smell, there was nothing like having Caroline against him.He thanked his lucky stars that she had held onto him for he didn’t seem tohave the strength to let go yet. They simply stood, swaying, almost dancing asthe glorious sun danced over the horizon reminding him of why he was here.

“Do you know what today is,” he asked her as he still clungto her, his words a whisper in her ear against the soft wetness of her blonde hair.

Caroline’s forehead crinkled in confusion, her head lifting,eyes finding his striking blue ones, “Wednesday,” she stated with completeaccuracy.

“The 14th Love,” Klaus smirked and she could practicallysee hearts in his eyes as she realized it was the New Year, it was February,and then she blushed furiously tucking her head back into his chest.

“You’re such a romantic,” she grumbled out, her tone holdingno weight of annoyance or anger and her arms wrapping tightly back around hiswaist.

“Only with you,” he told her as his nose traced the line ofher cheek nudging her to look at him his lips coaxing at the corner of hermouth but never quite moving further.

“What made you come here,” she murmured as she tilted herhead resting her chin on his shoulder as she felt his hand rub her neck gentlymaking her sigh in contentment.

“Do you trust me,” he queried knowing the question wouldonly make her curious, knowing that Caroline trusted him and that it was one ofthe few things Klaus could never doubt.

His hold loosened but Klaus held out hand giving her achoice, trusting her with his heart he uttered, “There’s something I want toshow you,” and the words sealed their fate as she reached for it.

Caroline’s hand locked with his briefly before Klaus liftedher up in his arms and carried her walking slow at first, taking long stridesas he looked deeply into his eyes almost too smug as he never took a misstep. Herlips pursed as he started to the world around them as he sped through the restof the mountain side straight to the summit.

“Klaus,” she yelled as they raced reaching the top as the sunshone bright before them and Klaus finally set her down by the weatheredbricks.

The morning was beautiful, captivating, she thought as shelooked from the sky to him. His eyes just as entranced, just as in awe but thelook was directed to her and Caroline thought if hear heart worked in thatmoment it would undoubtedly stop. Once more he reached for her hand andCaroline squeezed it softly tangling her fingers in his.

She almost missed the soft smile in reaction to it as hespoke, “This,” he sighed looking from her to the skyline, “The gold, rightthere,” he explained looking out almost lost in the beauty of it.

She was just as mesmerized by what he meant, the bright sunlightreflecting the wet rocky mountainside and the soft waves pushing at the ridgesas he spoke once more, “It reminds me of these tresses,” he admitted tuckingback the hair floating around her eyes from the wind.

“The way it mixes with the soft cerulean blues and vibrantjade greens that seem to sparkle in your eyes,” he detailed taking her breathaway.

Her hand in his tugged him back into her as her other hand caressedthe side of his face, his scruff tickled her fingers as she put it all together,“You wanted to be here with me.”

Klaus’ reply was a soft chuckle and a light kiss to her palmbefore he could manage to use words after feeling entirely exposed, “In essence,yes, I thought it might be the only way.”

Caroline kissed him, like he was air, like she was human,her fingers pressed into his cheeks as their lips devoured, tongue strokes longand relentless leading to soft, wet, hot pressed ones that lingered.

Her body rebelled, her lips parted in a sigh as she spoke, “Ilike it here,” and his lips pressed over hers, his fingers tangled in her hairand the world was new.

The day was new.