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[ 𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟷𝟹𝚃𝙷 ] , 　 ₂₁₄₉    : 　 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯  ᵗᵒ   ...　  𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑯 ––––––– //    𝚍̲𝚊𝚢̲      〖   𝟏  ⦘

[klaerk]

    *       𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 ——— independent ᴵᴺᵀᴱᴿᴾᴿᴱᵀᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ of clarke griffin from the cw's the 100. seasons 𝐨𝐧𝐞 through 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 based . . . crossovers ʜɪɢʜʟʏ encouraged! #𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚔. 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂. ⁽²¹⁺⁾

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                         𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦.                 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧.                 𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚.

[klaerk]

I haven’t been here for a couple days but I think, for the time being, I’m going to take a break from the site. I’ve been inactive (pretty much) this whole summer and honestly, I’ve kind of been enjoying my life without having that nagging voice in my head saying to log on & write 😂😂😂 it’s kinda fun rotting away in front of a tv!! So anyways, for now, I’m gonna dip out. I don’t have discord on my phone anymore either so like, if ppl WANT to contact me, just ask Joey or Zawn for my number 🐙

[klaerk]

thinking about how the fallout 3 and fallout nv color schemes both work so well for t100's earth in terms of pre-praimfaya/post-praimfaya

[klaerk]

anakin 🤝 clarke poster children for bpd

[klaerk]

@nonpareil ——— how do you explain the sun to someone who’s never seen it? [ anakin ]

❝ you can't. ❞ this world has churned you up and spit you out cruel. this is not your rebirth / this is your destruction. built from the flames, rising like a phoenix against the barren grass of what remains from the old world. 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 : fields of sunflowers, turning windminds, buildings as tall as the sky. once a beauty / now an arid wasteland of deserts, ruins, and forests. ❝ nothing can explain that sight, or the feeling on your skin. ❞ just as pictures from the ark's history books will never paint a clear enough canvas of what used to be. your head cocks to the side, an impulse from discomfort. nothing about this is easy. you know where anakin's getting at ; the glint in his eye speaks volumes. this isn't how it's meant to be. lexa was to unite the clans, bring forth a new era of peace amongst people ——— divided cultures and people coming together. 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚡. polis was meant to be your grave, not hers. a sacrifice for the greater good of society. your society. but now, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝. in its demise, the paths forward become scarce and in times of turmoil, people get scared. irrational thinking leads, angrier heads prevail. blood will begin to paint the streets. 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.

clearing your throat, nostrils flare as a deep breath is exhaled ——— your head leans backward, gaze falling on the ceiling of polis' throne room. ❝ this world doesn't need more destruction. it needs hope. ❞ a new sun / a new hope. a new heda to guide them on the right path. ❝ it needs you. you can be the one to change things, to unite us in a way lexa believed in. 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝. ❞

[klaerk]

bg3 clarke is a cleric of selûne who absolutely was beefing with shadowheart in act 1, but then they kiss after defeating the goblin camp & realize religion is a sham!!

[klaerk]

@nonpareil ——— how many people do you have to save before you forgive yourself? [ bellamy ]

from the sky fell the hundred, the prodigal kids sent from the heavens above. from the soil they not only bloomed, but clawed their way out, tangled in apathy and devoured by the ground. the earth gave them a tomb and had spat them back out. we hope, if there are gods, they're capable of clemency ——— 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. more often, we find them absent in times of need. and it makes you want to kill them even more. to see their scion and detrimental rage ——— but it's only your own. or his. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. the cycle always continues, though : you survive, others die, a few others escape with minor injuries. 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. you were bred for war ——— it's why you were sent here. a sigh snagged between teeth and tongue, you keep your timbre gentle. measured. fragile like a flower / fragile like a bomb. you don't want to start a fire here. ❝ i'll forgive myself when this is over. ❞ using politics as the scapegoat, you gesture around the polis tower ——— your temporary home. 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞. arkadia is a distant memory / not distant enough that you forget what's caused you to abandon it in the first place. lexa's name swells dark incenses between the two of you, and in turn, you refuse to bring her up. for both your sakes.

❝ a real coalition is about to be made. peace among all the grounder clans, skaikru included. 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝? peace, safety, whatever the hell we want? ❞

[casanovawrites]

THE 100 SENTENCE STARTERS, SEASONS 4-5. * survival, regret, guilt, battle, murder, etc.

i know you want to make up for all the things you’ve done, i do too. but we need to think of the bigger picture.

i made the call, and i’ll live with that.

how many people do you have to save before you forgive yourself?

you still have hope? 

you’re the one going too far, using the same justification, ‘ it’s all for my people. ‘

if you just tell them the truth, maybe they’ll surprise you.

i think peace is overrated. it’s the fighters who survive.

you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.

here’s the take away: you have to be willing to die to really live.

for all its faults, earth is really beautiful.

whatever choice i make, somebody always dies.

have you ever loved someone so much that no matter what they do to you, or themselves, you take it?

it’s gonna be wonderful. you’re gonna rebuild the world.

if we leave, we can’t come back.

is that really a risk you’re willing to take?

we’ll survive. we’ll just wish we didn’t.

we made death the enemy. that’s how we survived.

you’re a healer, not a fighter.

it’s not the truth. it’s what we say to justify the horror we inflict on other people.

why do you always have to be the one to sacrifice?

you didn’t need me anymore. 

i don’t ever want to see this place again. 

you did things to survive, that’s in the past.

what’s one more, right? we’re already murderers.

we’re talking about taking one life to save hundreds. 

if you say we’re doing the right thing enough, maybe i’ll believe you.

i’ve been fighting the abusive power all my life.

i want to see an end to the violence just as bad as you.

i’m not preparing for war, i’m planning for peace. 

we’re all just people. all this will ever be is a battlefield.

seeing you fighting to survive, that’s who i fell in love with.

as soon as this fight is over, you will fall apart again.

i was part of something bigger than myself. i didn’t know i needed that, but i did.

it felt good to be safe. i never felt that before - like i had a home. 

don’t tell me you’ve never killed for revenge.

i don’t need you to protect me. i protect myself. i always have.

you know nothing of my pain.

we were happy once, weren’t we?

i don’t want to be a killer anymore.

i don’t want to take lives to save them.

everyone dies. let’s show them how to live.

we survive together. all of us, like always.

only a fool fights a war they can’t win.

living with what we’ve done to survive is worse than death.

what happened to us being the good guys?

how do you explain the sun to someone who’s never seen it?

i know it sucks, but sometimes there are no good choices.

how many innocent lives have you sacrificed?

you were just trying to save your people, so am i.

you think better days are ahead, but that’s not true.

there is no light at the end of the tunnel. there is only the tunnel.

we are the problem - human beings, all of us. 

it doesn’t matter what we do. all we’ve done is make things worse.

trust can be earned.

i won’t apologize for protecting you from yourself.

our friends come first.

i’d walk through fire for you. i’d die for you.

you’re better at blowing things up than fixing them.

be strong, direct, unrelenting.

peace without war is still possible.

i came here to tell you that i love you very much, no matter what happens. 

careful. you took a thorn out of a lion’s foot, but they’re still a lion.

we’re still on the same team, right?

you want to weaken than enemy? what’s weaker than an enemy at war with itself?

real warriors hate war. 

this is a place we can start over and rebuild.

the ghosts can have this place.

if you do this, there’s no coming back.

you can’t save someone who’s already dead.

go to war if you want to, but at least tell them they have a choice.

it means we lost the battle, not the war.

hey, you still want a gun?

how do you choose between the monster and the devil?

what we do here now is how we survive.

living with ourselves is another story.

i’m not mad at you for saving my life. i’m mad at you for making me care about yours.

i never said i was a hero because i’m not one.

a week ago, you were a traitor. next week, you might be again.

i’m just tired of always having to choose the least bad option.

it’s broken. i broke it.

we’ve all got blood on our hands, don’t we?

i should have killed you when i had the chance.

i don’t need ghosts telling me what i lost.

i know you’re scared, i am too. but i have to do this, and you have to let me.

life should be about more than just surviving. 

it was you who saved me. 

i may never be able to fix what i broke, but i can save you. 

look around you. do you see signs of hope here?

it’s hard to keep track of whose side you’re on.

first we save their lives, then we let them prove that they deserve it.

so it’s okay for me to be the monster, but not you, right?

your mistake was power - liking it. it’s the kiss of death. 

one garden. two serpents. eden never stood a chance. 

[patrocles]

THE LAST KINGDOM 3.01

[emmadesirees]

clarke griffin in gold

[coolpeaches]

Melancholia (2011) dir. Lars von Trier