#caroline.

[resuelta]

tantalus edits: caroline forbes ↳ ft. @seesgood

[blake--winter]

𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 “𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢” 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎.

𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐌𝐒

[teenageslove]

a few years had gone and come around, we were sitting at our favorite spot in town.. and you looked at me, got down on one knee. i'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine. i'll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky, oh my my my. a caroline forbes + tyler lockwood edit.

[byewonie]

📍 PANADERÍA PAIN & DOUCEUR. "Huele delicioso."

"Aaaahmmm. Creo que te refieres a mi café. ¿Quieres darle una probada? Podrías decidirte en si comprar el mismo u otro. Aunque tienes cara de tener buenos gustos, yo diría que igual te gustará." Porque no es una amabilidad que tiene que pensar dos veces extiende su tasa, desde un borde diferente al que ha usado para beber.

[privatevideo]

12. gif meme. @roseguided / caroline abbott.

meeting caroline had been unexpected, but not unwelcome. in fact, he had found himself less lonely since finding her, and as dangerous as it was, finley was getting attached. might already be attached. he had been abandoned, by all definitions of the word, and he wanted something to cling to, unhealthy as that might be. but caroline was beginning to feel like home, and fin wanted to give her anything and everything she wanted. that being said, she hadn't been one to exactly ask for what she did want. lucky for her, fin didn't mind asking, nor was he an incompetent man - he knew how to read cues, to understand how her body reacted to certain touches. tongue flits out against her nipple, swirling around the sensitive skin there before he suddenly closes his lips around it, sucking it softly before releasing and kissing up her chest to her neck. 'need to touch you...' it's murmured into the side of her throat, fin letting out a shaky breath, hand squeezing the bone that guts out from her hip. 'can i?'

[unbelong]

💬   for a dialogue starter.   /  david branson.

𝗖.𝗖.     ‘ but this is the only thing that's made the last three years bearable. ’     @fireorigins​.

[terrifyingstories2]

@lingeringscars sent: just.. stay the night. 

few things are more gentle than the way caroline croons “hey, we made it to your bed this time,” exuding tender, ingenuous optimism as she helps him into it, eagerly accepting his weight on her shoulder to keep him from straining his throbbing muscles more than necessary. 

the ritual is so familiar now she doesn’t think twice about his bare skin pressed against hers, easily as her thoughts could drift to the awkwardness of his naked body beside hers as she expected they would when first met with the prospect of helping him through his transformation. this is easy. instinctual. it occurs to her how many times they’ve found themselves in this position as she muses - how many nights she’s spent curled around him in the bottom of a cellar or in the woods or some place in between. that he could make it this far is a good sign; his transitions are getting easier, quicker if not less painful. 

she’s opened her mouth to mention his progress when the vulnerable request slips past his lips, and for the first time caroline becomes aware of how this is different than the times before, if only in a messy, inarticulate sort of way. 

something about being with him in his bedroom when he’s like this seems more intimate, somehow, strange as it seems that something could be more intimate than her body huddled around his with the hopes of shielding it from the cool night air. perhaps that’s what separates the two; holding him out there is practical, natural survival instinct, but here, where he has no shortage of blankets and an actual heater to keep him plenty warm... that’s different. 

logically caroline knows her arms around him had been about much more than body heat, but the thought remains. “are you sure?” caroline finds herself asking softly, but when it comes down to it, she’s already shrugging off her jacket before he’s had the chance to respond. 

she knows all too well what it is to be hurt and crave the contact of another person, and there’s really no question at all of what to do next when she puts it like that. rather than placing her jacket over him like she might have normally, she sets it aside and crawls into the bed behind him, wrapping her arms around him without any further hesitation and trusting the heater to kick on and do its work. it’s contact tyler needs, and when she thinks of all they’ve been through and lost, how little she can do to help any of them except this, caroline realizes it’s what she needs, too.  “you did it, tyler,” she hums against his shoulder, her hand sliding down over his arm gently.  “you made it.”

“i’m here.”  something about their closeness and the agony she’s just seen him through causes her throat to tighten, and the emotion she feels building in her chest drives her forward to press a kiss against his shoulder before laying her face flush against the skin.  “i’m not going anywhere.”