supernova

ˌso͞opərˈnōvə/ (noun) star that suddenly increases greatly in brightness because of a catastrophic explosion that ejects most of its mass. Nova Sparks | 20 {Independent OC for the 100 fandom Please read bio/rules before interacting} tracking sxpxrnxva

[sxpxrnxva]

*pops in after being absent for 10 million years* HI GUYS I MISS U ALL

[unseenmockingjay]

                   well holy crap, two years ago today i was coming from seeing catching fire and thought what the hell and made katniss. i never expected her to last more than a month, but here we are two years later with muse still as strong as ever and i owe that to a lot of your guys. i have the most amazing followers. you’re all so supportive, kind, caring and loving. this blog wouldn’t be here without you  ♥

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[sxpxrnxva]

i took like a 2 hour nap today im still soooo tired so imma head off, reply to shit tomorrow after school, but before work most of my drafts are shit with @notsoheavynly its so funny so if you wanna be part of my drafts like this

[sxpxrnxva]

so there’s this thing going around on fb and twitter and it’s called ‘me as a wife’ and has this texting conversation BUT ITS REALLY A CLEXA AU FROM TUMBLR WHERE LEXA GOES WITH THEIR DAUGHTER TO GET A FISH AND THEY GET A DOG AND NAME IT FISH AND CLARKE’S LIKE ‘WTF WHY WOULD YOU NAME YOUR DOG FISH’ and im peeing bc im the only one of my friends that actually gets it

[protectmypeople]

Pirates

[protectmypeople]

The hunter’s movements were fast, faster than his. He relied more on brute strength than agility, but it was times as these he wished he would’ve listened to his captain. His neck was drawn to the side in a form of primal submission, it bothered him to say the least. Bellamy does not submit to anyone other than his captain, who was now sleeping with the fishes so he had no ruler.  He was itching to get out of this position but he knew well that if he moved, even the slightest, the blade would cut an artery. He rather prefers not to be in a state of death when facing a hunter. It was surprising to him that she had seen through his facade, it’s worked on multiple occasions. Hunters usually don’t have much time on their hands, and when a pirate offers them ways of entertainment, they couldn’t resist. In the end he could become quite cunning when he wanted to be.

The hunter’s snark was the least of his problems but it made him tense nonetheless at hearing his last name. How the hell did she know his name? As the sword was withdrawn from it’s place on his neck, he released a quite breath and  followed her movements as she sheathed the sword. The look on her face made him roll his eyes, but he followed her instructions anyway. Taking a seat in the chair, he began to play with the frayed edges of his shirt with one hand. It was a nervous habit he had developed when he was younger, it brought him a sense of security when he had none. It used to bother his father and every time he did it, his father would slap him. But abuse can’t cure every bad habit.

Bellamy stared at her, his features giving nothing away but inside he was debating what his next move would be. On one hand he could accept her help, knowing full well someone might want him for money that she would collect, or she just enjoys messing with pirates until their unavoidable downfall. Either way he couldn’t fight off an entire crew of armed hunters. “Alright..” Was his hesitant response, he bent over and leaned in so he could get a better look at her. She did strike him as familiar ,he couldn’t quite place where though. “Alright I’ll take the bait. Go ahead fix me up princess.” He replied, a sarcastic grin stretching it’s way across his lips. “What should I call you then? You must have some sort of name other than sultry pirate hunter.” 

[sxpxrnxva]

It was quite entertaining to watch the many faces that Bellamy made as he tried to figure her out; many a pirate had tried, but it had never worked. A part of Nova figured it was just from sheer stupidity, but she could tell that Bellamy wasn’t stupid. He was actually quite bright, and brave, and she knew that from him without having a full and normal conversation with him; it was evident in the way he fought up on the top deck, and the way even now, he was still sort of fighting her. Even though he was under her control.

The other part of her knew that she was just a complicated person, one that a pirate couldn’t figure out in just one sitting. Some of that came from the fact that Nova was indeed a woman, and in the eyes of many of the pirates women were weak (even today). So her leadership abilities, her way with words, the fact that she was comfortable with her sexuality, and her poise baffled men. And she liked it that way; it kept them on their toes, and her in control.

“Wise choice,” she offered him a smile when he decided to listen to her; it was a wise choice, and the honesty in her voice was evident. Nova didn’t like to lie-- in fact she would rather be completely honest with people-- especially not to pirates, though she could be a bit of a trickster. Again why pirates found her confusing.

In one swift motion she was up from her stool and moving to take off Bellamy’s jacket; after setting it at her former spot Nova seated herself on his lap. “Novella,” she said, beginning to unbutton his shirt before pushing it off delicately yet assertively. Her eyes locked with his, an alluring look in her brown orbs that took up permanent residence. “But you can call me Nova,” her voice volume dropped as she grabbed the rag, dipped it in water, and began to clear the area of blood.

[notsoheavynly-blog]

         He sighs in a way that makes him seem tired. “I don’t know, Nova. Maybe we need some time to ourselves.”

[sxpxrnxva]

Nova shook her head, moving back onto the bed and on top of Bellamy. “I don’t want time to ourselves,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I’m sorry B.”

[vitiosuscorda-deactivated201512]

              ❛   but they’re such pretty eyes.     ❜

   without looking up from the work laid out in front of him he shoots her the sly remark, knowing it would only irritate her further. one of the highlights of his day was witnessing as she grew flustered and frustrated over the tasks they were given. if anyone were to ask him, he would tell them that this internship was only being done because it was a graduation requirement. which was true, but he would so skillfully leave out the part about how he jumped at the chance whenever he heard of an internship at the history museum. history has always been a passion of his. whenever octavia was younger, he’d read her excerpts from history text books      only the interesting passages of course. though his favorite topic of study, greek mythology, was fictitious, he also appreciated the true heroics which shaped his world. 

   it’s normally quiet while they work, except for a little banter between he and his colleague. the quiet was nice     welcomed even. while the rest of his life was hectic and lively, it was these few hours of serenity in which he yearned for. given his reputation, party boy and team captain, it may be surprising to most that the moments in which he feels the most excitement are within these walls filled with artifacts and wax statues. 

    the bang which followed her outburst is what pulls him from the screen in front of him. a look of amusement crosses his expression at the sign of her evident distress. this wasn’t the first time she needed his help, and he certainly wasn’t going to let her forget it. 

                              ❛  hey, easy on the mahogany.  ❜

       bellamy pushes away from the desk and stands, walking over to stand beside where she sits. 

                       ❛   what’s the problem now?    ❜

[sxpxrnxva]

Her eyes cast upward to look at him, a glare evident on her features, one that makes her wonder how she hasn’t jumped across the room already and tried to strangle him. Nova didn’t have anger issues per say-- okay, maybe a little bit when provoked enough-- but it was times like these that made her wonder why she ever stopped taking Prozac.

Nova looks up to the side when Bellamy moves across the room; it’s not that they dislike each other (they have a few of the same friends, and his sister is often at her dorm considering she and her roommate, Clarke, are good friends with Nova’s roommate Raven), but he gets on her nerves most of the time.  Which isn’t all that strange, considering most people get on Nova’s nerves at least once. She’s testy like that.

                         “I don’t care if it’s solid gold----” 

       “This damn computer is acting up again. It just shut down         on me for the fifth time this week, and I was almost done.”

She’s more than annoyed at this point; there were so many things that Nova would have rather been doing right now, and so many things she could be doing if she were finished-- but instead she’s stuck here, working on shit for the stupid internship she hates. She wants to be at her dorm, getting ready to go out or even better, at an internship she actually likes. Is that too much to ask for?

[angstmemes]

Basic Angst Starters

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.

[mileskane-deactivated20160717]

au where everyone is born with a very unique tattoo on their ankle, nobody else in the world has that tattoo.

every time you fall in love with someone, their tattoo appears somewhere else on your body. (not necessarily soulmates, just who you fall in love with.)

imagine people who fall in love easily having their bodies completely covered in tattoos.

aromantics who only have their own ankle tattoo on their body.

people who have love affairs having to cover up the other secret tattoo from their spouse/partner.

a new tattoo appearing on a celebrity’s body in new photos and a very lucky fan (who had recently met the celebrity) realizing that it’s their tattoo.

elderly ladies sitting around tables in nursing homes telling the story behind each of their tattoos.

kindergartners who giggle as they look at their own ankle tattoos together and dream about the future tattoos they’ll have when they’re all grown up.

people trying their best to deface tattoos of ex-lovers who broke their hearts, but they can never go away.

just think about this, guys.

[vaporevon]

ok but when u realize you have your partners tattoo and yours never shows up on them

[empressnacho-deactivated2017060]

THAT LAST ONE IS NOT NICE

[actionables]

here you go, your dash is snowing

[kittycocosweety]

DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW

[elliottisntdead]

did you just

[freezer-bird]

Reblogging for that pun.

[namedafternewton]

Newt hadn’t been expecting the girl to talk. She was one of the people that sat at his table in class and he was pretty sure he hadn’t heard her say anything since they’d been sitting together, so he was surprised to get the greeting from her, but he smiles nonetheless.

“Hey! Nova, right?” He asks, looking over at the girl. He raises an eyebrow at her compliment, biting his lip. “Oh, uh thanks.” The blond replies with a soft chuckle. “You shouldn’t be jealous, I’m not that great.” He replies, suddenly feeling the need to cover his sketch pad. He was being judged for his work, even if the judgement was good, he was still being judged. 

“How’s your project coming along?” He asks, eager to take the topic off of himself.

[sxpxrnxva]

It was apparent that Newt was caught off guard by Nova deciding to speak up, but she really didn’t seem to care. She didn’t have too many friends outside of the other people on the Science Olympiad Team, who also happened to be all the people in her classes (other than art). 

But it was senior year, and after spending the last three years keeping to herself and scaring football players, she decided that it wouldn’t hurt to talk to Newt. Smiling, she nodded. “Uh, yeah. And you’re Newt.” Nova had always been good with names, even of people she didn’t really know.

Shaking her head she blushed. “It sucks,” she said, though the problem wasn’t that it was bad, it just wasn’t done. Or anywhere close to being done. Like at all. “I just  don’t really have a knack for art, I guess.”

[namedafternewton]

Newt loved art. As a matter of fact, it was one of his favorite classes at school and he looked forward to his fourth period art class. He’d always found the hobby to be relaxing and he loved how just a pencil and a piece of paper could take him  away to another place, even if it were only for just a little while.

The blond thought he’d stay after school today since drama practice had been  canceled and work on his newest project for art class. Normally the room was empty though today he found that there was someone else in the room.

He tries to remain quiet, not wanting to break her concentration on her work as he  takes a seat at one of the tables and pulls out his project and his drawing kit. 

[sxpxrnxva]

It wasn’t until Nova caught a glimpse of the other boys blonde hair that she realized that he was in the room, and she looked up quickly. The brunette could recognize  him as Newt, one of the boys in her art class that sat at her table and, quite frankly,  was one of the best in their class.

“Hey,” she breathed out, swallowing a lump in her throat before looking back to her project. Nova didn’t know what she was talking to this guy; they had never talked in class or outside of it, so what would make now different? She didn’t know, but sitting in an awkward silence was much worse.

Looking up again she caught eye of his project before looking to him. “You’re really good, you know?” she said, pressing her lips together. “Kinda jealous.”

[sxpxrnxva]

@namedafternewton

She found it dumb, really. Nova never understood the art requirement at her school, and she thought that maybe if she took enough extra classes, she’d be able to get out of this. But on the first day of school she had been called into her guidance counselor's office, and after much argument she had been put into a random art class fourth period.

It had been a few weeks, and though the class was already on their second project Nova was still struggling with her first. It was a simple value drawing of a picture-- she had been assigned a guitar-- but art and science were way too different, and she could not believe how taking this class was supposed  to help her in life. 

Sitting in the art room after school, Nova stared at her work. It wasn’t bad, but she just wasn’t giving herself a chance (and she didn’t know it). She was looking so intensely that she didn’t even hear someone come into the room.

[rpmemes-galore]

Send me ✉ for a drunk text from my muse

[careforbesdaily]

Tell me about the moment your Muse realized they were in love with mine.

[protectmypeople]

Pirates

[protectmypeople]

Bellamy eyed the girl suspiciously when she said his name. The only people that knew his name was his crew, and his mother but she was long gone. As she removed her jacket rather steadily, his eyes drew in to her waist and breasts. Meeting her gaze again he immediately avoided eye contact. A scowl and a light blush decorating his features, he stared hard at the wooden floor boards. How the hell did she know he was first mate? They didn’t have any outstanding uniforms for designated crew members, he looked exactly like every other member of the ship. He watched silently as she dropped the sword, his fingers twitching, prepared to grab it if she suddenly changed her mind about her sweet talk. Her brown locks flowed down her shoulder and back, his head tilted at the offered hand before silently wrapping his fingers around hers. Bellamy stood up to his full height and noticed the slight advantage he had on her.

His eyes scanned the room for other figures but only finding her. He crossed his arms over his chest in a protective manner, only wincing when his wound was pulled at. Bellamy eyed the seat like it had personally offended him. He was a pirate not some helpless Frenchman who needed to have his every wound cleaned and taken care of. He could take care of himself. As she came over with soft smile and her words gentle he allowed his strong facade to drop. Only to put up a whole new one. His calloused hand came up and grabbed a hold of the bottom of her chin.

“How bout instead you tell me how you know my name..” His voice was soft and gentle, his arm encircled her back and he could feel the top of her gun but brushed past it. His fingers digging into the fabric of her shirt and pulling her close to him. His lips twitched upwards and his nose lightly grazed against hers. He knew this won’t get him off the damn ship but it will buy him time to form some sort of plan of escape. It’s not like he’s never been held against his will before. His thumb stroked the underside of her jaw and a smirk made it’s way onto his features. “It’s rather peculiar to me that you would know such information.. Considering I’m not much of a popular pirate.” He did have some bounty on him but not enough for an entire fleet of pirate hunters wanting to keep him alive for it. His legs moved steadily forward, pushing hers back until he heard the soft thud of her head hitting the wall. “Now enlighten me princess.”

[sxpxrnxva]

The look on Bellamy’s face was one that amused Nova; he looked confused, but at the same time was trying to hide that fact. It was rather cute, actually, but Nova wouldn’t allow herself to actually think that. He was the enemy, the man that had allowed for the murder of her father and her brother-- her family-- and for that, she would hold no sympathy. No compassion. He was a monster, and it was Nova’s duty to take him down.

“You pirates love your facade,” she spoke in her thick accent, placing the bowl, alcohol, and rag down on the small table before running her fingers through her straight hair. Nova’s hair was naturally quite curly, but it was days like today when the humidity was especially low that it would straighten itself and become silky and smooth. She liked these days in particular, because her hair was easier to handle. It could be quite a hassle to maintain her wild curls on the open sea, especially with the wind. “It’s quite fascinating, actually. You all want to be so tough, don’t you?”

She would be lying if she said that she wasn’t surprised when Bellamy pulled her closer, but her mind worked quickly, and by the time his fingers dug into her hips Nova was already ten steps ahead of him. She knew exactly what he’d do; pull her close, try and distract her with his enticing words and large, warm hands, and then try and trip her up. That’s why when he tripped her back, she was able to make it look like she took a big blow when in reality, she landed on her hands, as if this were a rehearsed dance.

Quickly she was on her feet, grabbing her sword on her way back and pressing the first mate up against the wall, her sword pressed tightly against his neck. If she moved the wrong way, blood would come right from the spot on his neck, but she knew how to stand to make sure that wouldn’t happen until she wanted it to. “No your smartest move, Mr. Blake,” she said in a threatening tone, pressing the sword ever so slightly against his neck more before stepping away, stowing her sword in its spot at her waist. 

“You’ve got a lot of questions,” she said, taking a seat before crossing her right leg over her left, gesturing to the seat across from her with a look on her face that said ‘sit now, or I won’t be as kind as before’. “And I am more than prepared to answer them, Mr. Blake. But that wound of yours is staining your clothes and quite frankly, I don’t particularly love the smell of blood. So let me clean you up, then I’ll have someone fetch your a new shirt and I’ll answer all the questions you have then. Do we have a deal?”