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ibearit replied to your post:tell me this woman has no feelings, and i’ll rip...

Clarke wants to hug and kiss her oh god

- lays on u - gimmeeeee

#ibearit #messiahgriffin #( & * the mun should shut up. )

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moodboard meme status: accepting for messiahgriffin

here.

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messiahgriffin replied to your post:YELLS:i wanna know why and how Clarke got Anya’s...

maybe lexa let her use it since clarke brought her the braid

that could work! but like...someone lemme see how it was done lol

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messiahgriffin replied to your post: five times kissed !

i hate you

blows u a kiss

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five times kissed !

send me five times kissed and i’ll write about five kisses our muses shared

status: accepting, highly selective

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this is nothing but an answer for everything you had been asking yourself since you learned what he felt for her; a way for you to sate the curiosity that had you wondering if her lips were sweeter, if her touch was softer until you could see nothing but your own rough edges. you don’t hate her for something that is not her fault, but you have to know for yourself, and so you wait until the fire grows dim to find her. she seems confused when your hands find the sides of her face and your lips crash together, even if your eagerness makes up for her hesitance, and it’s nothing like you would have imagined, but you don’t try to process this right away. what you don’t say when you pull away with bruised lips and ragged breath is that you can understand why someone would grow a d d i c t e d to this.

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the terror of losing your center of gravity sticks to every inch of your skin like the blood & dirt you are covered in, heart thrumming in your chest at the perspective that there is nowhere left to run. your faith lies with her, as it has from the moment you saw how she could carry the world on her shoulders as if it were no burden, and you allow her to become your guidance, trust her enough to place his (and, consequentially, your own) fate in her hands. no one else would understand as well as she did, and even though the thought used to be enough to make your heart feel like a sinking anchor, it’s comfort now, because you need people who are willing to fight, and fight is all she has under her skin. you value her, and it’s the reason your throat dries when you see her in his arms, unconscious & defenseless, a sharp reminder that she is human too. you won’t be able to save him without her, but this is about losing clarke too, and you’re not prepared for either outcome. if he’s your center, she’s your north, and maybe it’s out of gratitude that your lips find themselves pressing against her forehead once she starts regaining consciousness, the rag you’d been pressing to her wound ignored in favor of displaying how glad you were that she was alive.

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loss is both a tie that pulls you two together as it is a strain that pushes you apart, grief clouding your every sense until there is nothing left but blind hate surging through your veins. you blame her, you have to blame her to cope, except this couldn’t be called coping at all, and it’s not until blade sinks deep within your skin and suffering is displayed in front of your eyes that you’re forced to understand what she did. you wish that you could make the blood staining her hands to be her crime rather than understand clarke is another victim, knowing she was left with nothing but impossible choices, and though you can’t quite forgive her, you can’t forgive yourself for being powerless either. it changes her, and how could it not? her every defense is raised, walls built up to surround and protect her from this ever happening again even if you know they do nothing but keep anyone else from seeing her suffering. you know this from experience. it’s something between respect & compassion that makes you unwilling to tear them down, because you know there is no right way to cope, but you need to leave an impression different than your knuckles on the side of her face. tender isn’t something you’re that good at anymore, but you try, more to prove to yourself that you’re not entirely lost than for her, lips brushing against the fresh bruise you’d left earlier as a display of the things you’ve learned. it’s not forgiveness, but you can’t deny her your understanding.

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war has made you both hardened, forced your skin to grow tougher until nothing else could bury underneath it, and while you understand no one goes through all that you went without having scars to show for it, it scares you to think she might have shed her humanity in favor of easing the weight of her crown. the princess had long been left behind; she is a queen in her own right, and though it is what your people have desperately needed, you wonder if she still feels lost. you don’t want to make her grow vulnerable again, but what was it that brought her here if not love? ‘growing pains’ unfairly undermine the suffering you have all gone through to reach this point, but it feels as if her growth had cruelly stolen something vital from her. you often wonder if there is still softness under skin that has been bruised and scarred until she could teach herself to become numb to anything else. it scares you, and this time, your lips against hers are a plea, soft and forgiving, a cry that says, come back home, it's safe now. you never thought that you'd be this miserable when she doesn't answer.

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you have tried to put yourself back together more times than you can count, burrowing under other people's skins and taking and taking as if wrapping your fingers around someone else's heart would ease strain of your own; you've watched your pieces fall over and over again, as if the key to your own survival is a puzzle you're standing too close to solve, and you're tired. she is right there, at the grasp of your fingertips, but there is still a distance you can't bear to cross, and it feels as if you have lost her too. you've both made it through, working on rebuilding a community that had never been whole, and though peace finally seems to reign, what do you have to show for it? you're empty, hollow, afraid that all it will take is one more crack to expose what no longer resides within you. maybe she sees it too, sees what lies behind the thin veil you still struggle to put on every day, because you are no longer strong enough for walls; if anything, there's something in the glint of her eye and the way she lingers when the two of you talk that suddenly makes you feel raw and exposed, and though you should know better than to expect that someone who has lost everything could once again make a home out of the shell of your heart, you find yourself grasping at these straws, taking in the only way you know how in a late night visit to her tent. she looks at you and though something stirs inside of you, you're unsure of what to make of it, and so your lips find hers as if she's the answer you need, something final and reverential about the way she kisses you back. you can't tell if this is a goodbye or a new start, but when you pull away from her, eyelids stinging with a sadness you've been carrying like a wounded animal, all you know is that you can't bear leaving. not anymore.

#messiahgriffin #i am................... kind of proud of this #have canon sadness #sprinkles glitter in the air #╳ ᶦᶜ ᵐᵉᵐᵉˢ┊#long post for ts

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#messiahgriffin #clarke breaking the scale like nbd #╳ ᵛ﹕ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶫᵒʷᶦᶰᵍ ʰᵃᶫᵒ﹔ ᵃᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵇᵘʳᶰᶦᶰᵍ ᵐᵉ ᵘᵖ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ┊#look at my appropriately cheesy tag #╳ ᶦᶜ ᵐᵉᵐᵉˢ┊

messiahgriffin replied to your post: i’m sitting here and thinking about how raven...

clarke would probably have to dissolve gravol pills in her coffee to get her to sleep

clarke running around after raven continuous aggravated while raven is like "no listen i'm fine, i almost passed out. we'd have to be worried if i actually passed out but i didn't so it's okay" because she just Refuses

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