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@ripperdiaries   /   AGREED !   I   liked   forwood   at   the   beginning,   but   as   the   series   went   on,   I   really   didn’t   like   them   together.   &   I   agree   with   stefan’s   ships   —   I   didn’t   really   like   valerie   as   a   character   tbh 

/ i like steroline and klaroline too, mostly cause i love all those characters with forwood and maroline (?) being in my bottom two. as for stefan, i like most of his ships besides him and valerie

@ripperdiaries    /   hmm,   well,   I   mainly   like   klaroline,   and   steroline   (   but   tbh   I   love   both   their   friendship   &   when   they   ended   up   in   a   relationship   ).   not   as   bigger   fan   of   matt   with   care.   wbu  ? 

@fangedhuntz    /    AHHHHH   I   adore   her   too !    &   thank   you   so   much!   I   love   yours   too !   <33

@ripperdiaries   ( … )     [       she   wouldn’t   voice   it,   but   his   arms   embracing   her   and   the   gentle   kiss   to   her   forehead   was   a   comfort   like   no   other.   she   could   sink   into   that   feeling   for   ages.   her   mind   whirled   with   many   things,   but   she   knew   one   thing.    she’d   get   through   this,   she   always   did.   she’d   find   a   way   to   stop   the   effects   of   esther’s   spell. 
                  the   way   he   dabbed   her   face   reminded   her   of   when   she   first   turned,   and   damon   had   tried   to   kill   her.   how   stefan   was   in   the   bathroom   when   he   had   helped   her   clean   herself   of   blood   and   make   the   dark   veins   disappear   from   underneath   her   eyes.   caroline   fully   believed   that   she   owed   it   to   stefan   that   she   had   always   ( up   till   now )   been   so   in   control   of   her   vampire   side. 
                  after   she   pulled   back,   caroline   laughed   slightly   at   his   words,   nodding   her   head   as   she   exhaled   shakily,   her   relentless   positive   energy   peeking   through   the   cracks.      ]      absolutely.   I’m   not   ruining   my   / favourite /   cardigan.   baking   soda   and   lemon   juice   will   do   the   trick. . .    [     she   trailed   off.      ]     …    look   at   you.   I   think   my   usual   optimism   is   rubbing   off   on   you. . . 

[ despite his best efforts, and half thoughts swirling through his mind, he still couldn’t find the right words to say. he could only hold her, his coat wrapped around her to shield her from any prying eyes. they should’ve moved by now, but they didn’t. damon and elena looked over in concern and stefan only returned a quiet nod. they left. everyone was safe— for now. 
                   the lingering fear of the witch crossed his mind, of klaus, of rebekah’s schemes, or elijah’s betrayal’s but it was brief. enough for him to push them aside. he instinctively kissed her forehead; an action he wasn’t sure if he’d done before but it felt like the right thing to do. as she pulls away, he takes his pocket square from his coat and dabs her face with it; the watered down blood from salty tears fell down her chin and he tried to stop anymore from dripping on her clothes. ] on the bright side… that should be really easy to wash out from the pink. 

@ripperdiaries   ( … )     I   should’ve   had   more   control,   stefan.     [       the   blonde   was   uncharacteristically   quiet   after   that,   glancing   down   at   the   splatters   of   blood   on   her   top.   she   wiped   her   chin,   smearing   the   blood   that   was   there,   eyes   a   little   glassy.   she   stiffened   in   his   hold   for   a   moment,   unsettled.    not   by   him,   but   that   she   might   accidentally   hurt   him,   like   she   had   just   done   with   others.   she   didn’t   like   this   —   she   didn’t   like   this   at   all.   caroline   forbes   was   a   control   freak,   but   back   in   that   diner,   she   had   lost   control   completely.   she   had   adapted   to   becoming   a   vampire   very   quickly,   so   this…   this   was   so   unexpected,   and   she   didn’t   know   how   to   / fix /   it.      ]      what   if   it   happens   again  ?   what   if   it   gets   worse  ?
            
                   [       her   shoulders   slumped   for   a   moment,   eyes   squeezing   shut,   before   she   forced   a   small   smile,   pulling   back   and   wiping   her   hands   underneath   her   eyes.      ]    yep.   always   fine.    [     her   voice   was   a   little   strained,   as   if   her   words   were   only   trying   to   convince   herself.     ] 
            
            /    loveeee,   I   like   to   do   some   different   interactions   <33

@ripperdiaries    ( … )    [     caroline’s   eyes   lit   up   with   her   usual   energy   as   she   took   in   the   sight   of   stefan   holding   the   six-pack   of   beer   and   soda.    ]    oh   my   god,   you’re   a   life   saver…   now,   I’m   guessing   you’re   / trying /   to   be   the   responsible   one   with   the   soda,   just   in   case   I’m   feeling   extra   ‘mature’   tonight.   or   are   you   secretly   trying   to   get   me   drunk   on   beer ?    [    she   chuckled   softly,   her   gaze   now   playful   but   teasing.   her   eyes   darted   briefly   to   the   clock   before   she   answered   his   question   about   her   mom.    ]    mom’s   at   work,   yeah.   you   know   how   it   is — running   around   saving   Mystic   Falls   one   crisis   at   a   time.   [     she   said   with   a   slight   roll   of   her   eyes,   her   voice   dripping   with   sarcasm   but   affection   for   her   mom’s   endless   string   of   heroic   duties.   she   trailed   off,   before   taking   the   soda   and   leaving   the   door   open   so   that   he   could   make   his   way   in.    ]     I   have   a   / whole /   thing   planned.   and   it   involves   way   too   many   episodes   of   ‘ The   Bachelor ‘. 

…    and   honestly,   depending   on   how   the   next   thirty   seconds   went,   she   might.    ]     hi.   caroline   forbes.   vampire.   yes,   like   the   fangs   and   blood   and   all   that.   and   I’m   fairly   certain   I   know   exactly   what’s   out   there.   so   unless   you   want   to   / die /,   I   strongly   suggest   you   let   me   help. 
            
            /   [ 2/2 ] 

@sektrjc    ( … )     [     arms   crossed,   head   slightly   tilted — the   classic   “I’m   listening   but   also   very   close   to   calling   you   out”   pose.    ]     oh,   wow.   okay.   so   that’s…   a   lot   of   words,   and   zero   actual   explanation.   impressive.    [   she   blinked   at   him,   lips   pursed,   a   practiced   look   of   unamused   suspicion   that   she’s   perfected   after   years   of   dealing   with   damon   salvatore’s   nonsense,   klaus’   cryptic   speeches,   and   every   other   supernatural   mess   that   landed   in Mystic   Falls — or   apparently   now,   Beacon   Hills.   speaking   of   which,   she   was   pretty   sure   that   whatever   was   happening   here   had   something   to   do   with   her   least   favourite   salvatore   brother,   which   annoyingly,   was   why   she   was   there   in   the   first   place.   but   how   exactly   could   she   explain   to   him   that   she   was   pretty   sure   that   a   vampire   she   knew   had   gone   on   an   impulsive   murder   spree ?     ]     that   whole   speech ?   deflection.   classic.   honestly,   I’d   give   it   a   B-minus — points   for   enthusiasm,   but   you   talk   way   too   fast   and   gesture   like   you’re   trying   to   summon   a   weather   system. 
            
                 [      caroline   stepped   forward,   gently   but   firmly   brushing   past   his   theatrical   attempts   to   block   her   view,   scanning   the   shadowed   forest   leading   off   from   the   lacrosse   field   with   narrowed   eyes.    ]    look,   / stiles /,   I   don’t   know   what   you   and   your   friends   are   mixed   up   in,   but   I   / do /   know   danger   when   I   feel   it.   my   mom’s   a   sheriff   too.    [      the   blonde   vampire   let   out   a   huff.   god,   it   would   be   / so /   much   easier   to   just   compel   him.  
            
            /   [ 1/2 ] 

━━━  【  @ofeternalflames  】       ،،      HIS  HAND  FINDS  ITS  USUAL  SPOT  ON  THE  BACK  OF  HIS  HEAD,      urgency  weaving  a  quivering  string  through  muscle  and  sinew  alike.      stiles  fidgets,      limbs  adamantly  refusing  to  stay  still.      WHY  DOES  EVERYTHING  HAVE  TO  BE  SO  COMPLICATED? 
                      ‘  funny  you  should  say  that,      'cause,      uh. . .  ’      expression  caught  between  a  wince  and  an  awkward  grin,      stiles  chuckles  in  an  attempt  to  buy  himself  time,      but  then  his  expression  changes  to  one  of  mild  indignation.     ‘  hey,      wait,      that's  unfair  —  i'm  not  / lurking.  /      not  to  sound  like  a. . .      whatever,      but  my  dad's  a  cop.      the  sheriff,      actually,      so  sometimes  i  help  out  on  the  youth  part  of  things;      y'know,      that  whole  thing  with  opposition to  authority  and  all  that. . .   ’
                      as  he  speaks,      he  gesticulates  —  broad,      not–so–subtle  gestures  teetering  upon  the  border  of  theatrical,      his  attempt  of  blocking  her  field  of  view.      HE  HAD  TO  GET  HER  OUT  OF  HERE,      give  his  friends  more  breathing  room  to  figure  this  out  without  having  to  worry  about  collateral.      but  how?      it's  evident  she's  curious  —  potentially  too  curious  for  her  own  good,      but  that's  a  problem  for  later.      at  this  point,      a  stamp  titled  DANGEROUS  is  practically  a  prerequisite  to  anything  that  winds  up  at  beacon  hills   &&.   this  city  didn't  need  any  more  victims  to  add  to its  toll.
                      ‘  i'd  offer  to  drive  you  back  home  but  you  seem  to  be  the  murder  doc  expert  here,      so  as  a  gesture of  goodwill:      my  name  is  stiles,      i  drive  the  crappy  jeep  parked  30  feet  that  way,      and  you  really,      really  need  to  get  outta  here.  ’

@ripperdiaries    ( … )      um—   have   you   / seen /   my   boot   camp ?   and   with   damon,   I’d   go   just   that   little   extra   mile   to   make   him   suffer.   I’ll   get   out   my   flashcards   just   to   lecture   him   into   emotional   submission.   have   a   little   faith   in   me.     [       the   blonde   vampire   smiled,   though   it   was   slightly   strained   soon   afterwards.   god,   she   was   such   an   idiot.   she   should   never   have   mentioned   elena.   she   could   see   it.   how   it   had   crushed   him.   and   just   because   elena   was   one   of   her   best   friends,   didn’t   mean   she   was   blind   to   the   damage   her   name   carried.    ] 
            
                  look,   I   get   it.   the   whole   ‘avoiding elena’   thing.   trust   me,   I’ve   written   the   book   on   pretending   to   be   okay   when   you’re   totally   / not /.   but   you   don’t   have   to   do   that   with   me.   you’re   allowed   to   grieve.   you   loved   her.   that   doesn’t   just   go   away.      [      her   gaze   lingered,   searching,   and   she   gnawed   on   her   bottom   lip   with   her   teeth,   twiddling   her   daylight   ring   on   her   finger.     ]       …   but   wallowing   / is /   a     waste   of   perfectly   good   daylight.   so…   tonight   we   are   doing   something.   movie   night.   with   popcorn.   extra   butter.   [       she   flashed   a   grin — bright,   insistent   and   full   of   that   relentless   caroline   energy — and   bumped   his   shoulder   lightly.    ]     and   before   you   argue—   yes,   you   / are /   coming. 

[ he pauses, about to respond before he realizes he was holding her hand for a moment too long. his eyes dart downward before quickly letting go. chuckling softly, with skeptically narrowed eyes. ] ever the optimist— you think it would only take six weeks. [ a hint of a smile still lingers, though the gleam in his eyes had dissipated slightly at the mention of elena. although he was the one to cut things off, he knew he only did it to avoid the inevitable so everything felt premature but these past couple days his nightly somberness had started to lessen, lasting minutes instead of hours. self pity wasn’t productive; but it hurt, and in his immortal life, he wasn’t sure when it wouldn’t. he clears his throat, breaking the momentary silence. ] no, no i haven’t. i’ve been avoiding her which is hard since she’s always… there. 

@ripperdiaries     ( … )      oh   / my /   god — he   smiles   now   too ?    [   she   gasped,   a   dramatic   hand   flying   to   her   chest   like   she'd   just   witnessed   a   minor   miracle.   ]    / see / ?      I   told   you   I   was   a   good   influence.   you’re   practically   a   functioning   vamp.  / unlike /  a   certain   brother   of   yours…  / he /   could   seriously   benefit   from,   like,   an   intensive,   six-week ' How   Not   To   Be   A   Total   Jerk '   boot   camp.    [     her   nose   wrinkled   in   distaste,   a   sharp   exhale   puffing   from   her   lips   as   she   visibly   restrained   the   urge   to   roll   her   eyes   into   another   dimension.   but   just   as   she   was   gearing   up   for   another   jab,   she   felt   stefan’s   hand   close   around   hers.   her   voice   faltered.   eyes   darted   downward,   surprise   flickering   across   her   face   before   a   soft,   awkward   pause   settled   in.   her   mind   did   a   quick   scramble — emotions,   words,   timing — ugh,   too   many   variables.   so   instead,   she   cleared   her   throat,   spine   straightening   like   she   could   will   herself   back   into   control.     ]     ... so.   have   you   seen   elena ?