#groundmiinded

[rainkiing-blog1]

// starter [ modern bellarke ] @groundmiinded

          “it’s not funny, clarke.   you can’t just eat a man’s last granola bar and not let him know.       what if i need a snack today?? “

[basiicphysics-a]

me: *idolizes all my followers, never feels worthy of their amazing writing*

someone: ur good

me: wHAT NO NOT ALLOWED IM TRASH

[mythosraised-blog]

     he lingers at the threshold of the door. knocks twice.

@groundmiinded || post ep.

[longsilvcr]

xx // @groundmiinded

Small hand practically strangling his doll, Silver glared at the crib across the room, as well as the woman hovering over it. He wasn’t sure if Klark was supposed to be his new nomi, but he would have preferred Kavita. Tova, on the other hand, was an annoyance. She did nothing but cry and sleep all day. He didn’t understand why everyone was so interested in her.

Although he was still deciding on whether he liked Klark or not, he didn’t like being ignored. With a loud huff, Silver climbed to his feet and crossed to nursery to tug on Klark’s shirt. When she didn’t respond quickly enough for his liking, he smacked her on the thigh with his doll.

[plurcspopulus-a]

groundmiinded replied to your post: [ …Malcolm Merlyn or Eobard Thawne? ]

EOBARD

[ that’s who i was leaning towards! speedster villains are my fav. ]

[responsibiility-blog]

@groundmiinded                 ❛  sc.   ❜

                         “ whatever you say, PRINCESS. ”    he doesn’t like being assigned to guard sick bay, doesn’t like the little blonde who’s as privileged as she is pretty.   it’s too far from home for him, too far from being able to watch over octavia, but he has no choice.   so here he stands, having given up on his usual well kept distant and respectful manner with her.    because she’s been on his nerves for WEEKS. 

[bellamyblccke-blog]

CLOSED STARTER @groundmiinded

his eyes flickered, feeling the light beam against him.  his room was still rather dark, as the time was undecided. opening his eyes, his hues met with the beam. dazed and groggy, bellamy stretched his leg out, feeling his toes exposed to the cold temperature, his body lunged out more, feeling his body expand, as he layed on his back. his eyes flickered, still adjusting to where he was.  normally he was scattered among what he called his bed, but he was limited to the small space of half of his bed, curious of the matter, his eyes finally emitted, looking over at the other, his memories flooded back to him, see her, still here. “i thought you’d be gone by the time i woke up.’’ bellamy stared back at the blonde, a smile formed on his lips. it wasn’t that he was against her being here in this moment, she was someone he wanted to be around, but he was sure that this could only push them further. 

[drakovs-blog]

 // @groundmiinded 

Bellamy gripped his jacket, eager to get out of the room. It had been a few hours since he told monty that he had to run a quick errand and he needed to get back before anyone grew suspicious or started asking questions. He pulled his jacket on, trying to make himself look more presentable. The most common, ‘i’ve just had sex’ look would likely draw some eyes his way, causing far too much drama that he needed. He searched around the room for his shoes, mumbling under his breath. After a few seconds, a slight stumble and a frustrated sigh, he gave up.   ❛hey, have you--❜ he called out instead, turning to face her. Bellamy stopped himself, waving it off, not trying to make the situation more awkward. He was still trying to get over the fact he blaintly said, during sex, i love you -- to her, and whether it was in a fleet of passion or not, he still said the words. 

To make matters worse, Bellamy was almost certain to that he meant those words. Even though this was a thing that occured in times of need-- or that she would probably never see him that way, and even if she did, they couldn’t be together-- he STILL  couldn’t control his emtions.