#c:clarke

[clarke-hayden-blog]

Você está bem? Digo, você parece um pouco… Oh, Deus.

[baudelairx-blog]

-- O quê? O que foi? Tem alguma coisa no meu nariz? 

[scientologymajor]

[text] I trust you completely. // [text] Please? I love you. // [text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.

[text] I trust you completely.

Clarke to Andrew:

[text] thats... probably not a good idea but ok. 

[text] Please? I love you.

Zayn to Liam:

[text] I don’t know. I don’t know. 

[text] I love you too. Call me.

[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.

Roman to Caden:

[text] I need you to understand that THEY’RE important to me. 

[text] of course you are, we are, whatever. but think about what would happen if they found out? what would that do to them? 

[scientologymajor]

♥♬✔✘

send ♥ for my top three favourite muses that i’ve played:

(not in order ok i can’t) 

Noah Jayden-Morgan – He’s a seventeen year old guitar player and singer, front man of a pretty popular pop-punk band. He’s sarcastic and irritable but if you catch him on a good day he’s good for venting to, he gives a+ advice. (Calum Hood fc) 

Caden Thomas – He was sixteen when I started playing him but I feel like he kind of aged as I did, so now he’s seventeen. He’s a serial killer, he enjoys indie music, tattoos and he’s quite antisocial. (Luke Hemmings fc)

Clarke West – She’s also seventeen. She has a habit of taking things that aren’t hers, lying and generally not caring about what people think of her. She also likes drugs and playing with guns. 

send ♬ for a five-song playlist based on a muse of my choice

Noah – 

20 Dollar Nosebleed – Fall out boy

Salt – Bad Suns 

Teenage Heart – Team Spirit

The Middle – Jimmy Eat World

Bad Habit – The Kooks

send ✔ for my favourite ship/s with my favourite muse/s

Damn this is hard ok 

My fav ship within my own muses: Camryn/Evan – Both of them are members of the afore-mentioned pop-punk band that Noah’s in, they grew up together and are best friends ok I love them. 

My fav ship with my muse and someone else’s: Zach/Benton – Zach is my character, he’s Noah’s twin brother. One nigh Zach got really drunk and stumbled into Benton’s dorm and Benton was really nice to him and tada a ship was born. I love them. 

send ✘ for my least favourite muse and why

omfg I don’t have a least favourite I love all my muses okay they’re all little shits but I love them. 

[clarke-redwood-blog]

Little Red || Self-Para

Clarke was thirteen when she started to bleach her hair. The first day she came to school with the new color she had hoped that her classmates would compliment it, or at the very least ignore it. The red was gone, one of the central reasons she was being picked on was no longer present. Clarke walked into her first class. This class was usually pretty hard because she sat behind her primary bully, a girl name Kerry Ann. Kerry Ann had a habit of spitting in her hair and kicking her seat. Clarke had complained once which got Kerry in trouble. The next month Clarke was aggressively shoulder shoved when she walked through the halls. 

Clarke sat in her seat, and Kerry didn’t say anything. Clarke thought perhaps she was home free! Perhaps her plan had actually worked. The class period went buy easily. All was well although an odd sound came from behind her. She didn’t look; she knew better than to look. Shcep there it was again. The bell rang and everyone stood up. As Clarke stood up she noticed something on the ground...and on her sleeve...and on her seat. Chunks of her fair hair laid on the classroom floor. 

What happened next was a blur. The teacher was yelling, and Clarke broke into a uncontrollable sob. Clarke had never cried so hard in her life. She couldn’t stop crying, she was unable to go to her next class, and none of the teacher blamed her. They sat her in the nurses office, although the nurse tried to cheer her up it was to no affect. Clarke wouldn’t stop crying. Her father came about thirty minutes later. The nurse left the room to give them a moment. 

Clarke was a little afraid he would be upset with her. Clarke’s father worked at the police station and getting off work was never easy for him. But her mom was just as busy at the hospital. He knelt down in front of her, but to her surprised his eyes were soft and gentle. The warmth that came off them was instantly calming. He reached out and touched her hair smoothing it in his fingers. 

He didn’t say anything to try and comfort her. He didn’t tell her anywise words of encouragement. Looking back on it now Clarke wonders if she had been in the same situation would there have been anything she would think to say? Instead he wrapped his arms around her, picking her up like he did when she was smaller. She was still a skinny girl, but probably a little too big. But in this moment she didn’t care. 

Clarke rested her head on her fathers shoulder wrapping her arms around the mans neck. He smelled nice, fresh and musky. Clarke was safe, at least for the moment...

[bblakerebelking-blog]

Hey Princess, come here! 

[bblakerebelking-blog]

Clarke you there?

[bblakerebelking-blog]

Clarke can you read me? 

[bblakerebelking-blog]

Clarke are you there?