#anyway i got really excited about this cause i was curious about how native americans got here cause i remember something about a land bridg

[rararasputins-dick-mind-control]

Bro geography is fuckin wild, like with most maps its so easy to forget that:

russia and alaska are practically touching (they look like that one michelangelo painting)

alaska is also fucking way bigger than north american maps usually imply

Theres just. So many islands, everywhere. What are they doing. Why are continents so crumbly

How did people even get to some of those islands? Like dude hawaii is just sitting in the middle of the pacific how did human beings get there

Sandwich islands???

[misssophiachase]

I really loved your fic Beauty and the Beat and am sad to see it go but understand. If you ever want to write Rockstar Klaus again I would so be up for it!

Wow, thanks nonnie : ) Such a lovely message. I couldn’t see myself finishing it so thought it would be best to delete rather than get anyone’s hopes up. I have had a few messages like this and given it’s a warm but rainy day in Oz I thought I’d write a drabble for you (unrelated to that story). 

Iris

Soundtrack: Goo Goo Dolls singing this live in the pouring rain HERE. Truly epic viewing.

Coachella, Indio California

“And I’d give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow.”

The rain is unrelenting now, falling in steady sheets on the open stage late into the spring, Californian evening. He’s saturated, his clothes sticking to him like a second skin and can barely see the audience while bathing in the bright stage lights but Klaus doesn’t care. He’ll sing forever as long and as far as his raspy voice will carry. 

It’s ridiculous really, Klaus hoping she’ll show but given the loud and heaving crowd he can’t place her anyway. Given their history it’s wishful thinking. He should give up but something simmering deep down is telling him to persevere.

Caroline Forbes is his muse, the love of his life and his future if she’ll let him be that again. He can still picture the way she rolls those blue eyes in his direction sarcastically, her golden waves fanning over her shoulders as those soft pink lips twitch temptingly while waiting for his touch.  But she’s not here. He stills, his vocals still strong but the feeing behind them well and truly losing momentum with every word. It wasn’t always like this between them.

“You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be and I don’t want to go home right now.”

It was five years earlier, Klaus was a struggling musician playing the pub circuit in his native England. Kol, his bassist and annoying sibling, always liked to bemoan the fact they would never make it big. Klaus refused to be negative mainly because he wouldn’t give Kol the satisfaction given he was always too whiny and impatient for his own good.

Their set had finished and Klaus made a beeline for the bar, desperate for a beer to clear his parched throat. He gestured to the barman and took a seat.  Before he could order, someone sat at the neighbouring bar stool and interrupted rudely.

“Whiskey, neat.” Maybe her voice was soothingly melodic and her enticing, floral perfume was infiltrating his nostrils but Klaus didn’t like people who pushed in, no matter who they were.  

“I was here first,” he uttered, his gaze still trained ahead.

“What is this? Grade School?” She was American. He should have known. It was at that moment he turned, curious to see who was being so annoying.

What Klaus hadn’t expected was to be so effected by a complete stranger. She was beautiful; all blonde waves, blue eyes and tempting lips housed in a fitted pair of dark, denim jeans and tight shirt that only brought out her expressive orbs more.      

The Barman was now looking between them curiously trying to work out who to serve first. “No, it’s decorum, plain and simple..”

“I see chivalry is well and truly dead,” she muttered.

“Are you seriously going to play that card?” Klaus huffed. She may have been gorgeous but she was also too stubborn and argumentative for her own good.

“Fine,” she conceded, surprising him slightly. “How about I tell you that the record company I work for wants to sign your band.” She slid her business card across the bar obviously pre-empting his predictable response asking for proof.  

Her high level position at EMI records wasn’t the first thing he noticed strangely enough. It was her name in neat, black font. Caroline Forbes. Klaus thought it suited her bold nature. “I figure if anyone is getting served first tonight, it’s me.” 

“Just straight to the point, eh?”

“I suppose I could have delivered this message with an abundance of fanfare and rainbows but was pretty sure it wouldn’t be your thing, Mikaelson.”

“I’m partial to a rainbow or two,” he teased, gesturing to the barman. “John, the lady would like a whiskey.” 

Five years later they cemented their personal partnership in a stunning wedding in Malibu attended by the who’s who of the entertainment industry.  The bossy, forthright Manager he’d met all those years ago turned out to be the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming, or the moment of truth in your lies.”

It’s warm outside but goosebumps are forming as the rain pours onto her exposed skin. Caroline is confused, has been for months now. When people divorce, the myriad of reasons are supposed to fit into one neat, little box to check.

Irreconcilable Differences.

Those two words still causing a huge lump in her throat. Like a marriage breakdown is that easy to explain in so few and unemotional words.

“Caroline, hello?” Bonnie interrupted, waving her hand past Caroline’s face a month earlier. She’d been losing concentration on a regular basis. 

“Sorry, Bon,” she apologised. 

“For which time?” She had a point, Caroline was losing track. They’d been separated for nine months now and she hoped things would improve. If she could move on it would be easier but she still loved the idiot. “It’s okay, I’m kidding. Whatever you need.”

“I’m fine..”

“How about ordering the chocolate chip pancakes? Between you and me you could use some endorphins…”

“Endorphins? Excuse me. I am separated not celibate.”

“Same thing,” she murmured, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. 

“You’ve been around Kol too long,” she joked, throwing her spare packet of sugar in Bonnie’s direction. They’d been friends since high school and when Caroline discovered Klaus professionally her friend did the same privately with his younger brother.   

That’s when things were simpler. Now she was on the verge of divorce. They would never have to see each other again once their divorce was finalised in three months time. Caroline assumed it would feel cathartic, that the relief would wash over her but no such luck as yet. 

“You know, Klaus has written a new song.”

“Well, given I’m not part of their management team anymore I don’t.” She’d removed herself months earlier so there’d be no awkward run-ins. If Caroline was anything it was professional. “So not sure what that has to do with me anymore.”

“You will,” she insisted, her brown eyes unwavering. “They’re premiering it at Coachella next month.” 

“Well, good for them.”

“I’m curious, why exactly are you two divorcing?” Her unexpected and penetrating question threw Caroline off balance.

“We’ve been through this before, Bon…”

“Yet I’m still confused,” she offered. “Nobody cheated, nobody lied…” 

“It’s not that easy,” she mumbled, suddenly finding the froth from her cappuccino much more interesting. “We were different people when we fell in love. Fame has a habit of changing people and situations.”

“But you both still love each other, so I’m not quite sure what I’m missing.” Caroline was silent unsure of how to reply given she was right. 

“It’s not that easy, love isn’t always enough.”

“Okay but please don’t sign those papers before at least hearing the song.” 

“When everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive.”

She comes to, her temperature suddenly doesn’t seem to matter anymore.  Bonnie is nudging her and pointing towards the stage. She feels the breath hitch in her throat. He’s standing stoically in the rain, his blonde curls now saturated and his white henley sticking to that muscular torso she has traced with her lips more times than she can count. 

She notices his eyes darting around the crowd, almost like he’s looking for someone. She immediately hopes it’s her. His voice is deep, guttural and filled with more emotion than she’s ever heard. She’s transfixed as he sings and the world stops around her.   

“And I don’t want the world to see me, 'cause I don’t think that they’d understand”

He’s long since lost the feeling in his hands, so too his heart. Any chance of her turning up seemed to be diminishing with every moment. He encourages the huge crowd to sing the chorus while he gathers his thoughts. 

Celebrity can be wonderful but it can also cause even the most unshakeable of relationships to falter. Caroline isn’t the jealous type and given his army of female fans that’s a good thing but the prolonged time apart kills. If Klaus could be with her every second of every day he would. 

“When everything’s meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am”

The final chords of the Mandolin echo throughout the venue, Klaus yells his thanks to the excited, Coachella crowd and makes his way backstage. The fact he’s wet doesn’t even register. 

“Nice set Niklaus,” Kol smiles, towel in hand to try to soak up some of the rain. “I think you just got at least another million female fans with that song.”

“I only want one,” he murmurs, without really thinking of the consequences. Excusing himself quickly, Klaus makes his way to the dressing room. Maybe what they have is really broken and can’t be fixed even with a song.

“You look like a drowned rat, anyone tell you that?” She’s standing there completely soaked, hands on hips, but as beautiful as Klaus remembers. 

“Has anyone told you break and enter is illegal?“ He smirks, 

“Not when Lenny the Stage Manager loves you,” she quips. 

“Do I have to kick his ass?” Klaus growls. “Because I will.”

“He’s sixty-five,” she chuckles. “But your egotistical, male chauvinistic display is noted.”

He moves closer, but not too close to scare her away. “What can I say? You bring it out in me.”

“Says the guy who names his song after another woman?” She cocks her left eyebrow and Klaus feels immediately paralysed. Did she really miss his meaning?

“Love,” he says, not realising he’s uttered the endearment before it leaves his mouth.  

“Then I did a little research and realised I am Iris,” she grins knowingly. “Rainbows and all.” 

Iris, the Greek Goddess of the rainbow and messenger of the Gods to be exact. Their first meeting obviously made an impact, even if she was being ridiculously sarcastic. 

“You’re much more than that,” he smiles, knowing just how true that is. “I just wish fame hadn’t gotten in the way of us.”

“But then I never would have met you,” she grins, stepping forward and pulling him towards her so that her arms are snaked around his waist possessively. “I gave in too soon and I’m sorry for that but I want to try again.”

“Me too,” he murmurs, his face nuzzling into the crook of her neck. 

“You’re cold,” she shrieks, attempting to get away but his grasp on her is strong at first before he releases her playfully. 

“Last one to the shower is a rotten egg,” he chuckles chasing after his wife, knowing that everything is going to be okay.   

On FF HERE

[theweatheredhickory]

Letters to Nobody

when your friend revives an internet trend from c. 2011 and you’re very motivated to do it because you’re probably more emotionally aware now than you’ve ever been and you want to see the answers.

Best Friend

dear best friend,

I’m surprised we are actually, i barely noticed it happening. and i certainly thought it would be one from their numbers. maybe you’re just what i need most right now. either way, thank you for everything. i dont know how i would get through without you.

love, me

Crush

dear crush,

not even sure if you categorically fit here to be honest. more like would-be crush? potential future crush depending on the situation? who knows lmao. but know that even though you’re showing up *here* on this list, you are so much more than just a crush to me, and i genuinely hope that we will be a part of each other’s lives forever.

love, me

Parents

dear parents,

I forgive you. 

love, tif 

Closest Relative

dear mom,

you da best you weirdo.

love, ji jie

Dream

dear dreams,

you know which ones you are. thank you. thank you for setting me free. 

in earnest, brain  

Stranger

dear stranger,

did you know i’m super shy? for new people anyway. but i want to talk to you, and i want to get to know you and get along. please talk to me even if it seems like i’m cold or disinterested, i promise you that you have my full and undivided attention. 

hopefully, me

Favorite internet friend

dear fave internet friend,

yoooo we aint just internet friends we’re irl friends too, but you’re here because i dont have any exclusively internet friends and our convos as of late have only been on the internet ^^; but honestly i’m just so glad we’re keeping up with each other. if someone went back in time and asked me who i thought i’d keep in touch with the most, i don’t think i’d have thought it was you. but i’m glad it is. it’s a definitely a most pleasant of surprises :] 

best, me

Someone you wish you can meet

dear bernie,

how much did you know of what you were doing? how long have you been planning this? where do you think this will go? 

knowingly, an intj

Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

dear person,

i wish that we had stayed in touch. i wish that it wasnt awkward for me to think of reaching out to you. i hope that you are doing well. i hope that we will come together again some day. you are one of the loveliest people i know. 

best, tif

A deceased person you wish you can talk to

dear grandpa,

what was your life like? what were your thoughts and beliefs? at the end, did you see what your decisions had resulted in for your precious family? did you regret it? did you wish you had done differently? it wasnt your fault. nobody blames you. i can totally understand what you did, and the rest of them do too. but i’m sure you worried. they’ll be fine though. all of us will be fine. one way or another, we’ll all be better off. there is no point in regrets, only looking to the future. and there’s plenty of room for all of us to grow. 

rest easy, a granddaughter who never knew you 

The person you hate/caused you a lot of pain

dear person,

i love you. from far away, from years later, from words unspoken. i love you. i’m sorry we hurt each other. i’m sorry we didn’t figure it out. i’m sorry we won’t. but i hope you understand some day the way i do now. or i hope that you forget it all and move on and live well. if any memories are to drag you down, i hope that they will never be ones of me. 

all the best, tif

Someone you’ve drifted away from

my child,

what happened to you? what happened oh my darling. i’m so sorry. i couldn’t protect you. i know you didn’t ask, but i still wish i did. i still wish i could have. i’m sorry you’ve lived how you’ve lived. i’m sorry you feel so alone. but when you are ready, i promise you i will be here. i promise you i will be with you. i know you don’t believe that, i know you don’t believe anything anymore. but it will never change the fact that it is true. 

with all my heart, me

Person you miss most

dear jen,

i’M SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU NEXT WEEK AHHHHHHHHH. you’ve felt so far away and distant, not just because you’re geographically the farthest, but i know you’ve been distancing yourself in other ways too. i don’t just miss you for seeing you, i miss you for interacting with who you honestly are. i hope you know you can always come to me for anything, good or bad or in between. 

faithfully, tiffish

Someone that is not in your state/country

dear kevin,

i hope you’re not having too hard of a time, so far away from us all. i know the cultural differences have got to be shocking too. i dont even know if i, as a native english speaker and born/bred american, could handle college in the south <_< you’re a brave kid for seeing as much change as you have, and i’m in awe of how utterly flexible you are. 

best, tiffany 

Someone from your childhood

dear ashley,

where are you now? we were never the closest of friends, i don’t even know if we were really friends....<_< but you were the first in a series of striking life memories that shaped my life as it is today. i so wonder who you turned out to be and why. 

lightly curious, tiffany, who was “right”

The person you wish you could be

dear self,

i’ll be seeing you very soon.

relentlessly, Me.

Someone that pesters your mind

dear person, 

UGH I WAS WRONG YOU DO FIT INTO ANOTHER CATEGORY HERE. OMG YOU GIVE ME FRICKIN SO MUCH STRESS lmao. please for my sake and your own, learn the lessons and get it together. i am so concerned literally all of the time <_< 

thanks, tiffany

Someone you judged by their first impression

literally can not think of any. natural tendency is to reserve judgement until i know i’m right ;]

The person that gave you your favorite memory

dear mths field corps members 2008-2011 seasons,

thank you for being my family. even though we weren’t all friends and we didn’t all like each other, what we built and what bound us together was a common striving towards excellence, and a commitment to our craft. the lessons i learned with you have shaped the person who i am today, have made some of the best parts of my personality, and i will always remember the sheer magnitude of our collective joy, our relief and our surprise and our love for each other and what we had done, all perfectly rolled up into that one moment. 

thank you forever, little tif 

Last person you made a pinky promise to

......?

The friendliest person you only knew for a day

dear tiffany,

i hope you’re doing well. i hope you’re safe and warm in a new home with your son, and i hope you’ve found a stable job and are on your feet and on your way to being better than that. i’m glad you took a chance and called out to me that night. i’m glad i had the opportunity to meet you and to learn things about myself. i hope i never see you on that street corner again, because it means that you are doing okay. 

all the best, tiffany 

Someone that changed your life

dear shaila,

girl i dont even know if you’re on tumblr anymore lol. but thank you thank you thank you so much for hearing about a little thing called ONE, and thank you thank you for bringing it up in that one conversation in the dining hall that one time we REALLY talked to each other. thank you for setting my life on a trajectory that introduced me to some of the most amazing people i’ve ever met, including yourself. thank you for dragging me into the world of politics and activism and self-starting and leadership. i have learned so much from all of it, and i owe you for being the one that dropped into my world and turned it upside down in so many ways. 

forever grateful, tif

The person you’d tell everything to but are too afraid to

dear person,

i haven’t met you yet. or you aren’t this person yet. but i look forward to meeting you some day. 

patiently waiting, tiffany

Your reflection in the mirror

dear self,

i am so proud of you. you have come so far. you have done so much. you are worth it. you can do it. i hope you never doubt yourself again. 

ever onward, tiffany