#gonatombom

[azhefa-moved]

               I SEE YOU  WANNA  FIGHT— THAT’S  ALRIGHT.                                                                        DYING  IS  EASY,  LIVING  IS  HARDER. 

[cosmicfell-blog]

@gonatombom

“I think there was a mis-communication when I said I wanted to work out with you” Alona panted as she fell onto the flat of her back, almost sure she was going to die on this godforsaken trail Octavia had taken her for a run on. Her chest and legs hurt and they still had a mile back to the car, she was pretty sure it would be easier just to die right there then finish this run. “I have a very nice gym membership I like to use, in an air conditioned building, with helpful people who know the early signs of a heart attack and don’t hate me.”

[hcroearp-blog]

@gonatombom From X

“You have more muscle mass, which means you’re automatically warmer then little old me, so I have more need of it. If anyone is in danger of freezing to death, it’s me” Waverly replied as she plopped down onto the couch, tossing a blanket over her legging clad legs.

[100positivityproject]

@gonatombom

Honestly, I admire how you write so much, Jasmin. One of my favorite things is how your writing flows from direct action to introspection so seamlessly. When I’m reading your writing I never feel jarred by the next sentence. Instead I’m pulled from one idea to the next, like I’m actually inside Octavia’s head. Speaking of being inside Octavia’s head, it seems like you really are. I sort of mentioned this last week but you depict her motivations and feelings so damn well. I’ll be honest, Octavia is a character it’s always been hard for me to understand but when I read your writing I feel like I do get her. You capture her fears and desires so well (especially in threads like the one you have about razingeden about going into the water where we get to see some of what drives Octavia and you touch on that need not to be afraid anymore which we’ve seen throughout the show.) Finally, I love the simplicity of your writing. I myself get pulled into purple prose fairly often and I really love how clean your writing is. There is a clarity to your threads that’s honestly really rare. I’m never confused or out of place. You show people what you want them to see so well and the clear lense you provide makes your understanding of Octavia’s internal struggles and motivations that much more breath taking. In summary: You’re so freaking talented, and it knocks me on my ass honey. 

[razingeden-moved]

@gonatombom

  In all honesty, Eden was still trying to get used to the ground - in her own way. Her own way usually involved avoiding people and drinking, but she was starting to run out of grown-up juice and the little group of so-called delinquents didn’t seem to focused on making any of their usual contraband, so she was running out of ‘her own way’.

 She was getting bored - there was no other way around it. She never thought she’d be boredwhen she reached the ground. She never thought she’d reached the ground at all, but still. She sighed, legs sprawled out and arms hanging limply by the sides of her seat. She contemplating getting up and doing something - foraging? Scouting? Knife throwing? - but it all seemed a little useless and hardly any less boring than sitting around and doing nothing.

 She got up from her seat - she needed to get up to no good, and she needed someone to drag along. Someone who was feeling rebellious, living under the thumb of someone else for far too long.

 She was sure she’d hear shit from Blake later, but it was his own fault for putting such strict rules on his baby sister in the first place. It was pathological, in Eden’s case. Forbidden fruit and all that - ironic, right?

    “Hey, you. You look about as bored as I do. Wanna jail-break with me?”

[tostxyalive]

(( Starter Call | accepting )) — @gonatombom

“Please don’t leave me...” Tears stung her eyes, but this time she didn’t try to fight them. If Octavia was going to leave her, then she wanted her to see how much her actions were hurting her. “You can’t do this... Please.” Clarke knew she looked pathetic, weak, broken, but that's how she felt. The thought of losing the woman she loved was tearing her down piece by piece. “I- I love you...”

[t100rpcpositivity]

Honestly can we take a minute to appreciate Octavia muns? She's been a tough character since the beginning tbh, but every season she gets more and more complex. I'm honestly in straight up awe of them. @headstrongblake @blrdeina @gonatombom @victorybled @slashesthroats @xnctafraid @octeva @skaiireap @gonpleis

@headstrongblake @blrdeina @gonatombom @victorybled @slashesthroats @xnctafraid @octeva @skaiireap @gonpleis

[southsidelover]

The tunnels were crowded, choking with humanity as they made a desperate bid for freedom. Months ago, she would have never thought that she’d be here upon the Earth, that there were people, living, breathing, killing each other for a patch of fucking dirt - didn’t realize that there was an alternative to the death that she had been preparing for, for 6 years within a small room made out of concrete slickness, her mind making work of books to eat up the hours that otherwise slurred themselves together in a hopeless reminder that her life was worth nothing, nothing. But that had been up there, in a world where everything from fucking to shitting was so tightly regulated, how could a person ever escape the cast of stone against themselves? They all waded with sin in their veins, but only those with the least were punished in the sky, the depths of space, men thinking themselves God over the lives of others. That was what the counsel had been like to Toni, her life hanging in threads, but what did it matter? Survival was a passive thing, but here, she found new life on the ground, among the dirt, her figure caked in it, her eyes, wild. Morals and emotions tested more in days than they had in years, pretending that they were the last of humanity, seeing nothing of themselves in the process.              Only here did things really matter. Creeping with the rest, leading the pack on the way out - she’d promised them that they’d be safe, no longer left in cages beneath the sub-levels of Mt Weather, the tunnels a fearsome place with the wild-men running within. But the others had promised that they would be clear, a distraction made and the Grounders alerted, made aware that their people were on their way. All she had was a knife in her hand, a gun slung at her side, not a hell of a good shot, but fucking great when it came to fighting dirty, her tongue pressed against the sharper sides of her teeth, the light, breaking, ahead. “Don’t run.” her voice ran rough, harsh, more of a hiss than sweet, eyes narrowed as she noticed figures there, until she could make out the traditional garb of a Grounder girl, her features streaked with coal. Toni’s fingers held up, in the agreed upon signal, to let her know that all was well, as her people made it out to face daylight, most supporting one another as they walked, a terseness still holding her hostage as she closed the gap quickly between herself, and the newcomer. “We’ve got 46... the rest were...” too far gone, lips pressed in hesitation and temporary anger. Wanting to do more than this, be better, than those they had escaped from, head tilting upwards, defiant eyes flashing Hell. “I know you can’t take me where you’re heading. But let me come as far as you can let me. There’s still those fuckers roaming around, and most of your people are wounded, and can’t fight. I can help.” @gonatombom