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[glowyjjk]

Tried on the dress I'll be wearing on my sisters graduation this friday.

I love it! :) so cute and summery!

[bluesgnt-blog]

GUYS I’M FINALLY OFF SEMI HIATUS

CAN I GET A HELL YEAH  ???????

ANYYYWAYS    I was thinking of doing url graphics to celebrate reaching 1.5k???  (click here to them see if you want) idk though, would you guys like that ?

[zendayascoleman]

For the gif prompt: 19, bellarke (: have fun!

this is so incredibly late but i hope you like it! bellarke drabble based on this gif:

no longer accepting these prompts.

“Fuck.”

Bellamy tossed the controller aside in frustration as he, once again, failed in successfully navigating Lara Croft through a crowd of people trying to keep her as a hostage. He’d been trying for at least twenty minutes now, and every time he had to resist the temptation to throw his controller across the room.

“You have to think like a girl,” a voice said from behind him, and Bellamy jumped so violently that he actually almost fell off the couch.

“Alright, I’ll give that a shot,” Bellamy said once he’d recovered from the heart attack he was almost certain he’d just had. “It’s not working though, because I’m trying to think like you, whoever you are, and I can’t possibly come up with a reason for why you’re in my house uninvited.”

Without waiting for any sort of invitation, the girl stepped fully into the room, and Bellamy got a better look at her. She looked to be about Octavia’s age, with a hardness in her eyes that didn’t match the soft curves of her body. Her untamed blonde waves reminded him of youth, but in the few steps it took her to cross the living room and plop down beside him on the couch (which was incredibly daring of her) he could see that she held herself to a level beyond her years.

The fact that he was able to see all that just in the few steps it took her to reach the couch was enough of a distraction that Bellamy almost forgot he still didn’t know who the fuck she was. Almost. Because then she was tugging his controller out of his hand and unpausing the game.

“I’m Octavia’s friend,” the girl said evenly as she started to navigate Lara just as he’d been earlier, her eyes narrowed in concentration. Bellamy thought maybe he should be watching the game, but instead he just watched her. It was like he could see her thought process in her eyes, and it was a little fascinating to watch. “Clarke. You must be Bellamy.”

Figuring he should probably stop staring, Bellamy tore his gaze away from her and instead focused on the screen, noting immediately how Clarke had already gotten further than he had right before she walked in. “Well, Octavia’s not here, so I’m still confused as to why you are.”

Clarke shrugged, not seeming fazed at all by his attempts at conversation despite the fact that she was playing a video game. “Mom was being a pain so O said I could just come over early before she got back. Oh!” Clarke stopped then, focusing completely and leaning forward to rest her arms on her knees, having managed to reach the final stage of escaping the men trying to hold the hero hostage. With ease, Clarke defeated it and sat back, shooting him a smile that would’ve made Bellamy go weak in the knees had he been standing. “There. Told you. Think like a girl.”

Grinning and obviously proud of herself, Clarke handed him the controller back before standing, clearly planning to wait for his sister in her bedroom. He struggled with himself during the long moment it took her to cross the living room again, before he finally called out, “Wait!”

She turned back around, eyebrows raised in what he thought might’ve been confusion, but the smugness in her eyes told him that perhaps she’d been waiting for him to stop her from the moment she stood.

“I have some two player stuff. You can hang until Octavia gets home. If you want.”

Remarkably, even though his invitation had been stumbling and awkward and far too prepubescent for a man in his twenties, Clarke smiled and returned to sit beside him on the couch, holding her hand out for the second controller.

And that was how Octavia found them an hour later, screaming at each other over Super Smash Bros., and sitting way closer than what was probably necessary.

[zendayascoleman]

so formal was tonight.

[bashooking]

# Bellamy making Clarke giggle              

[bashooking]

Bellarke Week day 3:  ↳ Favorite chemistry moments

[bluesgnt-blog]

I JUST REACHED 1K AND I REALLY CAN’T BELIEVE THIS???? THAT’S A CRAZY AMOUNT FOR ME ?????!! OMG ??!! THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH HONESTLY  I SEE YOU ON MY ACTIVITY AND DASHBOARD AND YOU JUST MAKE ME SO HAPPY SO THANK YOU??!!!

i literally never ever expected to reach 1k 

wow thank you ily here have a cute emoji (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[zendayascoleman]

I like the gifs thing! Maybe Bellarke + 5?

bellarke drabble based on this gif:

no more of these please

“Don’t you know it’s rude to wear white to a wedding?” a soft voice says from over Bellamy’s shoulder, and he closes his eyes to steel himself against the way it’s going to feel when he turns around and sees her, surely a vision. He always knew she would look beautiful as a bride.

He just thought he would be the one she’d be marrying.

Bellamy turns, and he finds he’s underestimated her. She’s not beautiful, she’s ethereal. She’s sunlight, and she’s stars, and she’s grace, and she’s the steady reliability of the river all draped in white.

He stares down at his white tux as if it forced its way onto his body, properly chastised by her words, though he knows she doesn’t mean it. He knows his invitation came out of kindness, but certainly Clarke hadn’t expected him to actually show up.

“I just remember the bride telling me she liked my white tux once.”

Bellamy pushed his way out of the school gymnasium with a grunt, needing to step outside and get some air before he ended up punching his little sister’s date. He knew all her friends and their boyfriends danced (if you could call it that) like that now, but it didn’t make watching it any easier. But chaperoning the prom had seemed like a much better choice than sitting at home all night and wondering if Octavia was okay.

He moved to the steps that led down to the football stadium, preparing to sit on the top step when he noticed someone was already sitting there. Hearing his footsteps, the figure quickly tried to conceal something, and Bellamy couldn’t help but laugh.

“Whatever it is, I don’t care. I’m only here to watch out for my sister,” he said to calm the figure down, who he could now see was a girl as his eyes adjusted to the dark. She had blonde hair neatly styled, and there was something about her deep purple dress that looked futuristic, the fabric hugging her body the way the night sky hugged the stars.

“Great,” the girl said in response, clearly not caring, and she went back to drinking from the flask she’d attempted to hide. Bellamy cleared his throat, approaching slowly. She turned to look up at him, eyebrows raised. “What?”

Shrugging, he sat beside her on the top step, eyes focused out on the dark stadium, briefly recalling the days he’d spent out on that field, but now all that felt like someone else’s life. “Feel like sharing?”

The girl shrugged, passing him her flask before leaning her head on the railing beside her, studying him with no shame. It made him a little uncomfortable as he took a long swig from her flask, but he refused to let it show.

“What made you decide to wear a white tux?”

Bellamy glanced down at his outfit as if he’d only just realized what he was wearing, before glancing at her. “Felt like it.”

She nodded, taking her flask back and taking an impressive amount of whiskey into her mouth, swallowing without even a hint of a flinch. “Looks nice. I’m Clarke, and my boyfriend has another girlfriend.”

Bellamy didn’t let his surprise show on his face, instead swiping the flask back and taking a swig equal to hers, though he couldn’t help the way his face reacted to the taste, and he couldn’t help but smile when she smirked smugly at him. “Bellamy. I have to watch my sister grow up after I spent my entire life taking care of her.”

Clarke nodded at him, and they both fell silent after that, staring out at the stadium and finishing the entire flask of whiskey.

“I didn’t think you would come,” Clarke says softly, staring at him as if she can’t believe he’s really there, and truthfully, Bellamy can’t believe it either. It had felt like someone had taken over his body and all of his common sense as he’d dug around in his closet until he’d found the same tux from the night he’d met her.

Now that he’s looking at her, and knowing that today, the day of her wedding, she would be walking down the aisle away from him instead of toward him, he knows he can’t stay. She looks like everything he had ever hoped for, but it’s not for him.

“I’m not staying,” Bellamy says, refusing to let his voice waver with the emotion bubbling up in his throat, threatening to pour past his lips and fall at her feet. “I just wanted to bring you this.”

He holds out his hand, and tears immediately spring to Clarke’s eyes when she sees what he’s holding.

She’d lost her father’s watch the day they’d moved in together, the old band snapping and falling behind somewhere in the shuffle of boxes and furniture. In their five years of being together, they’d never managed to find it.

But after she left, Bellamy had found himself cleaning every single inch of the apartment to attempt to erase her memory. It didn’t work, but at the very least, he knows he’s given her the best wedding present he could, complete with a new band.

She puts it on immediately, and something about the way her eyes light up the way they used to when she looked at him makes Bellamy decide he needs to leave, and he needs to do it now. Without thinking about it, he leans down and presses a kiss to her cheek, echoing the statement his mother had said to him with her dying breath.

“May we meet again.”

“I’m going to marry you someday, Bellamy Blake,” Clarke whispered against the sweaty skin of his neck, the moonlight making her pale skin shine under the light sheen of sweat as they both waited for their breathing to slow. The sheets were a mess but he didn’t bother to fix them, getting enough warmth from the heat of her body, and now, her words.

Bellamy could only nod, turning to blindly capture her lips, too sated to think of opening his eyes. But he didn’t need to look at her to know she was smiling, and to know she felt the same way he did, that indescribable feeling of a person holding you to the planet instead of gravity.

“I’ll hold you to that, Clarke Griffin.”

He’s almost to his car a couple blocks away (parking had been a nightmare; how many fucking people did she invite?) when he hears his name being called behind him. Again, he doesn’t want to turn, afraid of whether or not he can handle the sight.

He’s so glad he decided to face it when he turns around.

He gets a quick glimpse of her, bare feet and shoes in hand as she sprints down the sidewalk, train and veil flying behind her, and he knows he’ll remember the look in her eyes forever when she throws herself into his arms, kissing him harder than she ever has before.

It feels the way climbing into bed at the end of the night feels, rolling over and readjusting until you finally settle into that spot where every part of you feels just right.

Bellamy’s been tossing and turning for a year without her, and now he thinks maybe he can get some sleep.

When she pulls away, she looks shocked for a moment as if she can’t believe she’s actually done that, before she laughs, a delighted sound that makes him want to drag her right back into that church and marry her in front of every single person in there, including the man she’d just left at the altar.

“There are going to be a lot of consequences for this,” Clarke murmurs, hand reaching for his and he takes it immediately, lacing their fingers. 

Bellamy can only nod, feeling too happy right now to really care about consequences, though tomorrow he knows he’ll feel like the world’s biggest asshole.

But goddammit, even if he is, she still loves him.

“So we’ll face them,” Bellamy assures her softly, pulling her into him and carefully removing her veil so he can bury his face into her hair.

“Together.”