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did someone call for a mechanic?

i can’t remember which murphy blog it was that was from sydney but for real, if ur from sydney do u want to come over so then i can afford to get a delivery bc $30 for one person is a bit excessive.

#i'm kidding btw #i'm sick #and i don't want to make u all sick #but omg we could have a pizza party #( ** &. playing god. )

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tris prior: *puts blood in erudite, abnegation and dauntless* everyone: divergent or indecisive?

#omg bringing this back bc i'm still crying ab it

i want food, but all delivery things have minimum delivery fee of $30 fuck u. i can’t eat that much food man.

#( ** &. playing god. )

& // [[leaves this here for you to find when you wake up & scurries away]]

send a ‘&’ for your muse to trace mine’s scars.

status: accepting ++ not selective reclaimingsecond

it was a rarity anymore that atom went without his jacket, or wore anything less than trousers. minimising the scars that were on view were a priority. he was tempted to wear a bag over his head, if only he had access to one.

it was early, atom was in his tent getting dressed. wincing as he pulled a shirt over his head, the entrance flap flew open. it didn’t matter who it was, atom didn’t want them in here while the majority of his scars were on view. no one should have to see that.

he didn’t want anyone to see it.

he spun round, pulling the shirt on as quickly as he could, all but a snarl upon his features as he came face to face with octavia. of anyone in the camp it had to be her, the person he least wanted to see the scars deforming his body.

” get. out. “

the words weren’t said kindly ( though it pained him to his them out ) there was no other way for him to get the message across to her. that he didn’t want her to see him like this. that he didn’t want her to think of him as ugly, or any less able because of the marks across his skin. he didn’t want her to think of him as he thought of himself.

but she didn’t leave. instead she came closer, her fingers toying with the bottom of his shirt before pulling it up to reveal the horror beneath. atom’s eyes closed, his head turned away so he couldn’t see the utter disgust he was sure painted her features.

stomach muscles tensed as soft fingers traced their way across his skin. a slight gasp escaped her lips as she got to a particularly bad scar. he didn’t want this to go on much more, he couldn’t take it. if she never spoke to him again because she’d walked into his tent five seconds too soon, he wouldn’t blame her. but he couldn’t handle that.

“ you don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to. ”

#just pretend he's in a tent&&shirtless or something in that icon #omg #reclaimingsecond #( &. answered. )

& ( haHAHAHA )

send a ‘&’ for your muse to trace mine’s scars.

status: accepting ++ not selective outsiidxr

atom couldn’t sleep. not when octavia was so close. he could feel the warmth of her breath on the back of his neck, but whether she was awake or not, he couldn’t tell. since the acid fog, the teenager had had less than an hours sleep each night. be it fear of it coming while he was unable to do anything about it or the reccuring nightmares ( in which he could feel the pain as the acid burned away his skin ) that kept him awake, sleep was an impossible dream he’d never again acheive.

instead he stared off into the darkness of the tent, a glazed over look in his eyes. every muscle in his body was tensed when they should be quite the opposite. he was in bed with a beautiful girl, but this felt like somewhat a fairytale. she should be afraid of him, but she wasn’t. she still loved him, and not even bellamy would stop him from loving her in return.

he didn’t flinch when her cold fingers grazed across his bare back ( his scars were the worst there ) he simply closed his eyes. wishing forlornly that they would just go away. had it not just been the two of them in the tent, they wouldn’t have been on show at all.