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Aaah yes the bodyguard was so good!! Really didn’t expect all the twists and turns and it was so well acted by everyone involved (esp Richard) ❤️
i used to see so much robb stark stuff on my dash and i always thought “man i don’t get it at all” but now
now i Get It
diyozah’s 2k follower celebration
URL inspired gifs ↠ @blueshirtbell
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want one? no more please!
Hey Liz! Please could you write bellarke with the song fallingforyou by the 1975? Thank you my dear ❤️❤️
anything for you, isla! i hope you love it <3
Falling in love, it turns out, isn’t always graceful.
Sometimes, it’s in the middle of a crowded concert venue, rubbing up against sweaty bodies and yelling into the abyss. Sometimes, it’s watching your best friend throw her head back and laugh with the vibrations of the music.
Something stirs in his chest and it feels a lot like waking up. It stretches within his rib cage, thrumming in his veins and all at once it hits him.
Clarke has her eyes closed next to him, swaying to the rhythm of the song being played. The technicolor lights dance across her cheek, coloring the long golden curls shades of purples and reds and blues. She looks so happy, lifting her hands in the air and taking in the lyrics as they play.
On this night, and in this lightI think I’m falling (I think I’m falling), I’m falling for you.
He’s stopped moving, watching her in a mix of awe and embarrassment, because of course he’s in love with Clarke Griffin. How could he not be? She’s his best friend, but more than that, she’s his person. The person who’s been in every significant moment in his most recent memories. The person who helped him study for his history final until six in the morning, who brought him coffee to work, and who once held him as he broke in half without a single ounce of judgement. The person who is a walking work of art, beautiful and unique and perfect all the same.
When the smoke is in your eyes, you look so aliveDo you fancy sitting down with me? Maybe‘Cause you’re all I need.
She’s watching him now, blinking in rapid confusion at his stillness as his favorite song continues to play. She raises an eyebrow in question but he continues to stare, eyes searching her own trying to find some semblance of sanity in them. He’s lost and he hardly thinks as he reaches out for her, his fingers finding the familiar heat of her cheek. His thumb strokes gently and she leans into it instinctively, but she still seems confused. They’re no strangers to touch, but he knows she can feel the difference here. He does his best to give her a reassuring smile.
I don’t want to be your friendI want to kiss your neck
And he watches the light bulb go off, her eyes widening as the lyric matches the gentleness with which he strokes her face. He worries, just briefly, that she might just run because he’s watched her heart break over and over and he knows she still feels fragile even if she pretends she’s stronger than that. But then he feels her arms thread around his neck as she steps closer and she’s smiling, almost reaching from ear to ear and he’s smiling, too. His chest roars to life.
On this night, and in this lightI think I’m falling (I think I’m falling), I’m falling for you
The moment their lips touch, the world grows silent and the crowd disappears. All the pieces fall together, and he hadn’t even known they were apart before. When they pull back, chests heaving and breath mingling, he lays a gentle kiss to her cheek and he’s no longer afraid. The world is at their feet.
“I love you,” he tells her as the last note plays, brushing his lips against her cheek.
He feels her nails scrape against his neck as she nudges his nose with her own, happiness radiating from every inch of her smile, “I love you, too.”
send me a song and a pairing, i’ll write you a fic
I ship you and Alex 😂❤️
For a second I thought you meant my boyfriend but I know you mean @asroarke which only adds to the hilarity
synopsis: A bisexual girl (me) falls in love over IM with a person named Alex ( @asroarke ) and PSYCH! It’s someone in her writer’s group who goes by Lexie so she NEVER FINDS OUT UNTIL THE END (side note she has feelings for Lexie too because damn Lexie’s writing is amazing.).
send me a Tumblr user that you ship me with, and I’ll write up a short romcom synopsis for us
Leila my love, congrats on 6.5k!! I’ve recently started reading “a long way to a small angry planet” and it’s really interesting! It’s a sci fi book with brilliant world building, I’d definitely recommend it ☺️💖
Awesome! I’ll be sure to check it out!!
Icon: not a fan | okay | good | beautiful | awesome!! | RAVEN REYES URL: not a fan | okay | good | beautiful | awesome!! | AMY SANTIAGOsidebar: not a fan | okay | good | beautiful | awesome!! | TAHANI AL-JAMILtheme: not a fan | okay | good | beautiful | awesome!! | MYLENE CRUZ Posts: not a fan | okay | good | beautiful | awesome!! | LESLIE KNOPEOverall: not a fan | okay | good | beautiful | awesome!! | PAM BEESLYFollowing?: may we meet again | +f!! | ofc! | you are my people
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Abby, wow you out so much effort into your gif series. I’m blown away ❤️❤️
ty isla ilysm ❤️
Robb Stark for the character thing? <3
not my type | alright | cute | adorable | pretty | gorgeous | LORD MERCY
let’s play how hot is that character
I’m currently obsessed with bellarke police or fbi AUs (I’m blaming b99), so if you don’t mind, please could I have a 5+ fic for that? Thank you ❤️
Hiiiii sorry this took so long Isla, hope you enjoy!
Bellamy leaned over Clarke’s desk wearing that smug smile he’d been taunting her with ever since she’d joined the precinct.
“You’re suuuuuure you don’t need my help?”
“It’s a B&E, I think I can handle it.”
“Whatever you say, Griffin.” Bellamy sat down and began to flip through a stack of paperwork. “I just thought you might want to work the Mancini case with me.”
Clarke immediately perked up. The most coveted case in the precinct had gone to Bellamy, much to her annoyance. “The Mancini case? What’s that got to do with my B&E?”
“Nothing, but if you let me help you on this case I’ll give you lead on it.”
“Why would you want to do that?” Clarke narrowed her eyes. “It’s a great case.”
“No reason.” Bellamy shrugged. “I could just use your help that’s all.”
“Ok…fine. I accept.” She could figure out his motives later. This deal was too good to pass up.
“I knew you’d come around.” Bellamy grinned and extended a hand. “Pleasure to be working with you, detective.”
“Pleasure’s all mine,” Clarke said drily. “Can I see those case files please?”
“You know what they say about working too hard—“
“That it’s how you make supervisor, yeah.”
Bellamy handed her the files. “You can supervise me any time, by the way.”
“In that case, will you shut up and let me get to work, please?”
“Whatever you say, boss.”
Clarke rolled her eyes, but she found her gaze drifting in Bellamy’s direction more than the usual amount that day. Pretty much everything about Detective Blake drove her crazy, but he made a great cop, even she had to admit. He might be her only real competition, but she’d figure out how to beat him at his own game, one way or another.
