#hey caroline

[theangrypomeranian]

Can we hear about the zekina sugar baby au!

(i just screamed "oh god" into my hands lmaoooo) so this one is inspired by a Fexi fic i read a while back. basically Tina is downing in student loan debt (so relatable lmao) and her bestie Jimmy Jr. is a sugar baby who has been trying to convince her to get into the business so that she can get some money to pay it off. she finally agrees and is matched up with Zeke, who comes from new money and needs a fake girlfriend to get his mom off his back about dating and not being alone. they end up falling in love and there's a lot of smut lol. there's not a whole lot to this one but here's a snippet:

He poked his head out and frowned at her. “This is a job, Tina. Don’t be judgemental.” “I’m not!” She held up her hands in surrender then lowered them back down to her lap. “I guess I just can’t see anyone wanting to pay for my company.” “Girl, shut up.” He rolled his eyes at her. “Anyone would be lucky to spend time with you, I keep telling you! You’d make bank, T. You’re hot!” He pulled himself back into his room, calling to her, “Some guy would be super excited to show off his hot girlfriend at a gala, deck you out in diamonds and designer!” Tina sighed and rolled her eyes fondly. “I just don’t think I’m sugar baby material. I’m not that hot–” “Tina Ruth Belcher, you shut your mouth before I slap you!” “Sorry, sorry.” Not wanting to risk him actually coming out and slapping her, she resigned herself to silence as she checked her bank account. And winced. Yikes. Looks like her phone bill and her loan payment had come out this week. Looks like she’d be eating ramen again for the next few weeks. Jimmy came out of his room and frowned when he saw the look on her face. “Uh oh. What is it?” “I’m broke. Again.” She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, one hand raising to rub her temples as she felt a headache coming on. “Getting really tired of fighting starvation.” “I’m sure if you talked to your dad, he would give you a raise–” “No,” she shook her head, opening her eyes and giving the boy a firm look. “I’m not going to bother him with this. I knew what I was in for when I took the loan out.” “You thought you’d have someone to help you pay it,” Jimmy Jr. argued, crossing his arms and frowning at her. “I could lend you some money–” “No.” Here they went again, he tried this argument every month. Didn’t he ever give up? “You need your money, I’m not going to take it.”

#pom answers #hey caroline #wip game #zekina #sugar baby au #there's so much tina/jj brotp in this fic #like what i have written out is literally just them being goofs with each other and i love it #i will eventually pick this one back up #thanks for the ask!

[notafossil]

@seesgood​ from your wishlist <3 

      steve is perceptive. even when it doesn’t look like he’s paying attention, he really is. and he can tell when caroline isn’t looking after herself, when she’s neglecting the vampire side of her that really can’t be ignored. he’s been debating how to bring it up for a few days now, but it’s getting to the point where he’s genuinely concerned for her wellbeing. she’s busy making them some coffee, possibly trying to hide the way her hunger is starting to get to her. she seems a little... strained. uncomfortable. her features just a little gaunt. how long has she gone without feeding, now? the silence stretches out for a few more minutes before steve finally breaks it, pushing away from the counter to step toward her.  

    ❝ caroline... ❞ he starts, his head tilting a little so that he can catch her gaze when she glances sideways at him.  ❝ how long has it been since you last fed? ❞

#seesgood #hey caroline #you want some super soldier blood #it's good shit

[kendallroygf]

btw this is probably one of the most insane and telling scenes in regards to stewy nd kendall. like the stewy-marcia interaction first off. the way it’s so clearly paralleling kenstewy with logan and marcia. stewy and marcia literally watch their respective persons in silence. also important to note that stewy was one of the first ppl to greet logan when he arrived probably bc he knew that one of the first things logan was going to do was approach kendall and he wanted to get in there first to gauge the situation + logan. but stewy’s concern for kendall in regards to what could happen when he’s in close proximity to logan is so clear and almost synonymous with marcia’s own concern/love for logan at this point. like it seems intentional that they were shown to be like. logan and kendall’s respective partners here

#kenstewy #succession #stewy hosseini #stewy/marcia interaction just in general is insane. like she greeted him with such warmth. you can tell she genuinely fucking likes him. #like that’s soooooo . us brown ppl always win btw ! #but also it’s like. the loganmarcia kenstewy parallels you could make… #marcia was the only one to completely understand and unequivocally love logan while knowing exactly who he was and what’s he done. and she #supported him stuck by him etc until he betrayed her #like he grew careless of her and took her for granted. and does that sound familiar? like that happened to my guys kendall and stewy. insane #ALSO throughout this scene you see stewy greet logan and marcia -> watch kendall talk to logan -> see him walking kind of fast in some #direction until caroline approaches him (and even then he doesn’t chat for long at all) -> then finally he finds kendall and sits down to #talk to him. like throughout this whole scene he’s just following kendall around😵‍💫 like it’s literally a party and he’s like. running after #kendall the whole time. and when he sits down he’s like. hey heard you talked to your dad lol. like he wasn’t 8 feet away watching kendall #intently stood next to marcia while it was happening. like that’s super insane #kind of unrelated but not really but stewy has the worst case of anxiety i’ve ever seen like he’s sooo anxious. he’s mentally ill fr and #i love him with all my heart #stewy #kennystewy #p

[obsessive-evie]

i have some more things to say about women I don’t know anything about

#WOMENS HOVKEYYY #she has GREAT eyebrows #that’s unrelated but this woman is FINE #like she’s HOT #HEY BABY #Caroline Harvey

[katierosefun]

beyond evil is so interesting to me because dong sik grew up in a christian household, and he’s introduced as someone who doesn’t seem to care too much for christianity in general, and then years later, there’s going to be someone kneeling in front of him and saying that he’ll go to hell, and there are fallen angel statutes in dong sik’s garden, and dong sik refers to joo won as his savior . . . when i tell you i think constantly about the deep significance of the oddly religious undertones in dong sik and joo won’s relationship and when i tell you about how beyond evil truly is a queer love story because oh you know it’s a queer love story when there’s strangely religious undertones

#caroline talks #beyond evil #love when a queer love story is like 'hey. u wanna see something neat.' #and then blasts u with themes that make u want to go insane #also not to be that person #but also to be that person #something something judas and jeong je parallels haha </333

[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline WIP Wed - freaky friday time travel fic

my prompt was the future Caroline Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes swap places and I was like, okay, I am going to shoehorn an entire plot in here after prom but before graduation. author is loading canon and firing it into the sun

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The package was sitting innocently enough on the porch swing when Caroline got home from school. After a weird day of fielding concerned questions from her peers about Elena’s whereabouts–Stefan and Damon locking her in the Boarding House all weekend after prom was a last-ditch effort that looked like it wasn’t working–Caroline wasn’t really in the mood for a surprise. 

When a cautious sniff towards the box brought her the acrid smell of oil paint and turpentine, though, she had to bite down on her smile. The smell liked to cling to Klaus after he’d been painting all morning, as she’d discovered two days ago, the morning after prom. She’d been crossing the Square, coming from the Sheriff’s department toward the Mystic Grill to meet Matt for lunch and flashcards, when her name being called pulled her head back to the here and now.

“Caroline!” Klaus’ smile was delighted to see her as he crossed the street to meet her on the grass, dimples brighter on his face than the sunshine, and god wasn’t that cheesy and ironic, just like her agreement to be friends with the nightmare creature that had plagued their lives for months. Even stranger, that she actually wanted to. Okay, maybe he hadn't been plaguing their lives very hard recently. What with the others unleashing Evil Dead and Elena taking home all the queen bitch prizes previously scooped up by Katherine, Klaus had almost seemed like your friendly neighborhood serial killer in comparison. 

She waited until he caught up, swinging a large brown paper bag by string handles. “A word of advice?” she offered. He raised his eyebrows in intrigued curiosity. “Don’t go loudly chatting up the Sheriff's teenage daughter in the middle of town when you look like… that,” She gestured at all of him, including his loose-necked henley and comfortable jeans liberally smeared with paint, “Unless you want to get called a dirty old man behind your back.”

The laugh was practically startled out of him. He looked like an artist grad student at most, the kind that would debauch you on the furniture props, but judging by the slightly judgy looks from a few faces she could see around the square, that was too old for just barely eighteen Caroline. Oh yeah, Liz would be hearing about this before the day was out, and wasn't that just what Caroline needed?

Klaus leaned forward slightly, for all the world looked like he was sharing confidences with her. "Do you find me old, sweetheart?" he asked, dimples on display.

"Ancient, decrepit," she deadpanned.

His voice dropped a little softer, and unconsciously this time she leaned in a little to hear him. “You know our kind don’t measure time in years, sweetheart, it’s more about experiences.”

With a scoff and an eye roll, she leaned back. “Oh my god, you did not just ‘Age is just a number’ me. It’s jail for you, sir.”

“Mmm, they haven’t built a prison that can hold me yet, but if you prefer that sort of role-play, I'm sure I could think of something,” he said cheekily.

“Wow, okay!” She laughed, trying not to think of ‘Klaus’ and ‘role-play’ in the same context, “You are feeling much better than the last time I saw you.”

He seemed to sober, tension pinching his soft mouth. “Silas hasn’t shown himself that I’m aware of. Elijah is refusing to hand over the cure to either Rebekah or myself. Her on the grounds that she failed her trial, and me…” Klaus glanced away.

Caroline tried to dredge up some sympathy, really she did. “Well, we are all very much hoping there will not be an apocalypse hell-on-earth. I never met your parents and I would like to keep that track record going, thanks.” Klaus ducked his head, laugh soft, and Caroline nearly preened. “So, what’s in the bag? Thumb screws? Arsenic? Stolen lollipops?”

“Your imagination is a never-ending delight, love. There’s an art supply shop down the street that orders my paints for me. Which is fortunate, I was getting low on Cadmium Orange.” His fingers fiddled with the bag string.

“That is a very specific color,” she teased gently.

He tilted his head to the side in a self-deprecating sort of way. “Well, I need it for a very specific bit of shading, you see. The fall,” he gestured vaguely with one hand at some unseen painting, “Isn’t quite right. I’ve been working on it all night.”

Wrinkling her nose at him, she adjusted her purse on her shoulder. “Is that why you have that ‘freshly bathed in linseed oil’ smell?” Knowing she was about to set the tongues wagging but unable to resist the look it would put on his face, she reached out and snagged his hand, flipped it over backside up. Bright yellow paint was smeared on his skin. “You missed a spot.” she pointed out helpfully.

He rumbled softly in his throat. “So I did.” When Caroline looked up, his hungry blue eyes were on her, quiet, watchful of what she’d do next.

“So,” she said, drawing out the vowel, “I’m supposed to meet Matt for lunch.”

“The human?” Klaus managed to fit a world of disgruntled judgment into two words.

“Ugh.” Caroline dropped his hand with a bit of force. “Matt is failing some of his classes and needs a study buddy. I happen to be queen of the flashcards, thank you very much. Finals are next week, and I just want…” She paused, emotion clawing up her throat and she swallowed. Blinked. The sun that seemed so bright before–but not warm, never warm, never again–seemed a pale imitation of itself. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Klaus’s hand hovering next to her arm as if wondering if his touch was unwelcome.

This wasn’t helpful, this wasn’t what she needed, in the middle of the day, in the middle of the Square, for god’s sake. Her chin raised, she looked Klaus in the eye. He looked solemnly back. “I just want us to make it through graduation. All of us. So.” She pasted a smile on her face. “I do what I can, which means flashcards.”

Something bitter tilted his mouth. “The talents of a general and they have you tutoring the quarterback.”

Caroline scowled at him. “It’s not a waste of my time to care about my friends. You certainly benefited from that.” With a huff, she turned to go, and he stepped sideways into her path.

“Admitting you care, love?” There was something predatory about the glint in his eyes.

Raising her eyebrows loftily, she pushed past him, trying to ignore the heat from his body that seemed to cling to hers. “In your dreams, Klaus,” she shot over her shoulder as she headed toward the Mystic Grill.

While her vampire hearing might have been bogged down by the noise in the Square, she was annoyingly attuned to Klaus’ presence. His parting words reached her easily: “Someday, you will.”

#klaroline wip wed #klaroline #klaroline for ts #tvd for ts #one of Klaus' Top 3 Fave Carolines is Grumpy Caroline #She's scowling and sassing him? he is having a GREAT time #hey how'd that foreshadowing get in there? someone call security!!

[gatutor]

Caroline Munro

Hey bulldog

#Caroline Munro #Hey bulldog

[lesbian-empress-nero]

the popcorn case

#hey guys its not partitio #persona q2 #teddie #naoto #goro akechi #caroline and justine

[morningstargirl666]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I finished the Mikaelson Ball story arc FINALLY

#klaroline wip wed #klaroline fanfiction #the big bad wolf #tbbw #spoilers via chapter titles? #song lyrics? #hey lets play a game: spot which chapters WEREN'T there before #this fucking fic honestly #i need to beat it with a stick #morningstar writes #klaus x caroline #i was going to do a poll and ask which arc i should work on next #but lets be honest folks #you'd choose the damon murder arc in a heartbeat

[theangrypomeranian]

I have to go with boblin titanic au 🤩

:333 so! Linda has been frustrated with Bob about something lately (idk what yet i'll figure it out lol) and things between them have been a lil tense. she starts having these dreams at night where she's a lady in 1912 on the Titanic. little does she know that Bob has been having similar dreams. the dreams are just the plot of the Titanic movie with changes to fit their characters better lol the cast goes as following: Linda as Rose Bob as Jack Hugo as Cal Teddy as Fabrizio

#pom answers #hey caroline #wip game #boblin #titantic au #i actually had this idea for boblin week last year #i was going to do it for the last day but then i just...didn't #kinda glad now because this idea needs more than just a one-shot for a ship week #(also not me including this idea just for you XD <3)

[petruchio]

also like there are several major eras in tumblr history and each is distinctive in its own way and each is informed by the eras that came before it but the common thread is that you have to be deeply weird to have started using tumblr in the first place. and the form that weirdness can take is variable to be sure, but the thing is no true normie has ever been so intensely obsessed with something that they thought “i need to make a blog about this.” and that’s what sets us apart. tumblr has always been the perfect app for obsessive weirdos. and so no matter what era you joined or what thing was the original impetus for creating your blog, now we’re all just still on here. and we’re just, like, hanging out.

#weird girl club FR #like basically. at some point in any tumblr users life. #someone was like hey i love how much you love [thing] but i can’t keep listening to you talk about it #and instead of shutting up and moving on #your average tumblr user fired up this site and started blogging about it #caroline speaks

[gratiae-mirabilia]

hey girl are you the book of revelation? bc you're kind of hard to understand

#hey girl are you revelation? no? then why do you keep talking about bowls and dragons so much #file under caroline #catholic #catholicism #top pick up line in the history of pick up lines maybe ever

[cupcakemolotov]

An Unlikely Favor : Interlude Part One

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Alternate Universe - Dragons; Alternate Universe - Vampire;Alternate Universe - Fantasy; Caroline as a Dragon; hybrid!Klaus; A Clashing of Posessiveness; They both want each other; UST; There be UST; Fluff and Humor; Minor Character Death; Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson; Dragon Caroline Forbes; Blood and Gore; Gore; Decapitation; Murder; Murder Kink; Drinking; Alcohol; post murder besties; its fine

Caroline hated New Orleans. The sticky, sweaty humidity of it, the unmistakable film of witch magic that coated the city like a second skin, and the absolute rudeness of tourists and supernatural alike. “Klaus Mikaelson,” she said in a terse tone as she pushed into the bar, shaking the gore off her hand. “That had better not have been one of your minions!”

Outrage turned her voice sharp, and the sharp clack of her heels came to an abrupt stop as she glanced around. She’d figured something had gone sideways when she’d watched the bar empty at rapid speed a few moments after Klaus had entered, humans and low level vampires all but boiling from the establishment.

“Oh my god I was outside for less than twenty minutes.” Caroline said. “What the hell happened? How did they manage to piss you off this badly so fast?”

In front of her there were a dozen or more bodies littering the floor in various states of dismemberment, guts dangling from the back of chairs and entrails spilling across the floor. A head had been perched artistically on one of the tables to immediately catch the gaze of someone walking in the door, its eyes vacant, mouth open.

She’d watched Klaus’ face as he read through his many messages once they’d landed, knowing that her dreams of avoiding New Orleans entirely had gone up in smoke. Caroline would have preferred to head straight to Mystic Falls, to get the whole matter of resurrection Kol over and done with, so she could focus on other, more important matters.

“Sweetheart,” Klaus called from near the bar, his words punctuated by the crunch of bone. “I thought you were going to wait in the car.”

She made an inarticulate sound of disbelief as a body hit the floor with a thump. “I did wait. For fifteen minutes. You said you’d be right out.” Caroline pointed an accusing finger at the head perched on the table. “Really?”

His gaze seemed to absorb the light as he followed the bloody line of her accusatory gesture, and there was something about the set of his mouth as it tilted upwards in one corner that made her want to bite. “So says the woman who murdered,” there was a pause. “Bruno.”

Caroline stared at him incredulously. “Bruno? His name was Bruno?”

Klaus made a gesture with a hand as blood-soaked as her own. “He sort of looked like a Bruno, don’t you think?”

Caroline wrinkled her nose. “No, he did not. His cheekbones were all wrong, but that’s beside the point.”

“What is the point?”

“He was rude.”

The faintest curve of a bloody, full lip she wanted to bite. “That does explain why you relieved him of his heart, but not why you left the car.”

Her gaze narrowed at his tone. “Twenty minutes is more time that I have spent waiting on anyone in the past hundred years. Your rats have already abandoned the ship, and everyone else seems to be missing those important internal organs that kept them alive. Who is left to see me?”

A glittering stare. “This place is watched.”

“Oh no, a city filled with witches with working eyeballs, what a new concept.” She rolled her eyes. “They’re like cockroaches, they exist everywhere. I’ve taken precautions.” She tilted her head meaningfully. “It’s not like they won’t have other things to worry about.”

Klaus’ gaze swept the room and he gave a delicate shrug. “Not my finest work, of course, but we do what we must when under time constraints.”

Caroline arched her brows. “Uh huh. Is that why the dead minion’s head is staring at me? Time constraints?”

He pressed his blood soaked hand to his heart, that glittering violence softened only by his tone. “Would you believe he was rude?”

The Rest is Here

Chapter One Is Here

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #preview #full chapter on A03 #dragon caroline #hybrid klaus #murder BFF's #hey another chapter #when we all know i suck at follow ups #enjoy #there may one day be more #but my muse is as slow as molassies #what you see is six months of pain

[catboyrichardkarinsky]

nothing hurts me more than knowing Lea Thompson and Malcolm Gets sang Suddenly Seymour together at an event back in 2004 and there's probably no online recording of it

#but hey! at least i have the knowledge they did! iconic #lea thompson #malcolm gets #caroline in the city

[katierosefun]

[kicking myself in the shins] for! the! love! of! god! accepting! kindness! and! support! is! not! a! sign! of! weakness! for! fuck's! sake! you! should! stop! thinking! that! accepting! someone's! love! and! kindness! and! compassion! is! not! a! sign! of! your! weakness! but! instead! a! sign! of! your! strength! being! vulnerable! is! so! fucking! hard! you! should! applaud! yourself! for! growing! enough! to! do! so!

#caroline talks #ie. my professor really emailed me to be like ' . . . hey. thank you for telling me you are going through some difficult times right now.' #'do not worry about submitting your midterm late. it's okay.' #or like. all the millions of little gestures that people around me have done in the last 24 hours #and it's like! damn! okay! time for me to be normal!

[loveakii]

STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT HIM. DON’T LOOK

#the ​patriarchy: man on man crime #THEYRE JUDGING HIM SO HARD I CAN FEEL IT #i feel like lukas is sympathetic bc of his own dad’s death but is still like ‘shame on him for showing that in front off all these ppl’ #the shots of the crowd make me wanna bleach my eyes bc only caroline is looking at him without disappointment #FAWK #i have to go read ooc romelukas fics now to cope #roman roy #lukas matsson #jeryd mencken #succession #church and state #succession 4x9 #mine #YEAH UM HEY I WAS JUST THINKING DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU ASKED ME WHEN MY DAD WAS GONNA DIE??