#sithbellamy

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I want to be supportive and caring and helpful for/ to someone but I’m not sure how to ;__;

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Headcanons

happy holidays @skywankers​ <3

secret santa: @infernalandmortal

Hello and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Ahhh hey Abbey, it’s so nice to ‘meet’ you!  I’ve really enjoyed following your blog and seeing all of the quality and HILARIOUS Star Wars posts you reblog!

For Christmas, I wanted to gift you with a series of headcanons/storyboards that I thought of for a Star Wars AU.  I hope you enjoy!

The storyline is basically A New Hope’s with some canon divergencies and some of The Force Awakens thrown in there since there’s so many characters that I want to do justice!

As an addendum to this present, if you want me to write any (or all) parts of this outline thingie, I definitely will!!

Bellamy and Octavia are sort of like Han and Chewie - they galavant all over the galaxy in their horribly beat-up ship and try not to get shot, which is extremely difficult since Octavia fights pretty much everyone who looks at her wrong and Bellamy is on the run because he shot a very important senator who screwed them over and led to their mother being killed.  Octavia doesn’t know about that last part and Bellamy doesn’t want her to know.

The two of them land at an Outer Rim spaceport and spend a few days there, getting more supplies and whatnot and when Bellamy returns to the ship, he sees a brunette girl inspecting the underbelly of the ship. After threatening her with a blaster several times, he realizes that she’s actually harmless.  Her name is Raven Reyes and she’s a mechanic. A pretty good one too.  She knows who the Blakes are and thinks that, if even half the stories about their escapades are true, they’re suicidal idiots.  But at least their ship is cool.

Right before the Blakes are about to take off, they overhear what sounds like multiple blasters going off. Since Octavia can never resist a good fight and Bellamy is worried about whether or not someone’s in trouble (even if he won’t admit it) they stay and wait.  So when two black dudes come sprinting out of the spaceport with Raven close behind, Bellamy lowers the ramp and lets all three of them come aboard without too much fuss (although he does tell Octavia that if they’re arrested for treason, it’s her fault for making him stay).

Their names are Wells and Lincoln and it turns out that they’re with the Rebel Alliance.  Bellamy heartily swears at that while Raven looks inexplicably delighted.  Octavia goes to work patching Lincoln up (he’s been blasted twice in the arm) while Bellamy and Wells have it out in the cockpit.  Apparently the Alliance’s leader is being held in the Empire’s stronghold and Wells wants to go rescue her but, as Bellamy argued, the Blakes are their only ride and they’d be damned if they risked their lives to save some prissy rebel. He’s of the ‘whatever-the-hell-we-want’ mindset but he doesn’t think that’s what these rebels are all about

Meanwhile, Octavia and Lincoln share an awkward exchange where Lincoln accidentally lets it slip that he’s not actually a part of the Alliance.  Wells had helped him escape from the Empire’s base.  He used to be a stormtrooper.  Octavia is not as rattled as Lincoln would have thought, which was good news for him since he thought the brunette with the piercing eyes was easily the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in the galaxy.

Raven convinces Bellamy to help the two men so the rowdy crew sneak into the Empire’s base.  It’s easier said than done, however: they end up getting caught in a tractor beam and the only thing that saves them is the smuggling compartments that the Blakes had the presence of mind to not fill with junk.  Octavia, squished between Lincoln and Raven, almost hyperventilates from the close quarters.  Lincoln notices but doesn’t ask.

Bellamy decides that the best course of action would be to hack into a computer and find out where they’re holding this rebel leader. Again, way easier said than done.  Raven eventually handles the computer bank while Bellamy and Wells (disguised as stormtroopers) creep through the halls, following Raven’s instruction.  Despite Raven’s warning, Octavia sneaks off as well.

Wells ends up being the one who finds the cell they’re looking for. When he opens it, Bellamy barely registers anything before a flash of blonde hair runs past him and collides with Wells, who yelps as she collides with him.  Wells briefly explains that this is Clarke Griffin, his best friend and the leader of the Rebel Alliance.  Her first words to Bellamy, after giving him an appraising look is, “are you a little short for a stormtrooper, Freckles?”

He retaliates by calling her ‘Princess’ for the entire duration of their adventure.

Meanwhile, back in the computer bay, Raven has shot three stormtroopers, broken the computer, and made a new friend…sort of.  His name is John Murphy and he’s an actual idiot (Raven’s words) who works in sanitation on the base.  He’s sarcastic and rude but he can help them get out and he’s actually willing to. Lincoln doesn’t think they can trust him but Raven replies that they don’t really have a choice.

Octavia follows a long corridor and accidentally stumbles upon a meeting room.  She quickly hides and listens to the generals and commanders discussing their plans to operate a weapon which could destroy entire planets.  One of the commanders, a tall woman with long brown hair and green eyes, seems especially keen on hunting down the ‘traitor’ (presumably Lincoln).  A short, dark-skinned general with a tattoo on her face seems opposed to the idea.

Murphy warns Raven that her locked door won’t hold for long - sooner or later, someone’s going to come looking for whoever messed with the computer system.  Raven urges the boys and Clarke to get back to the ship as soon as possible and ‘oh by the way SOMEONE NEEDS TO FIND BABY BLAKE”

Octavia, from her little shadowy hidey-hole, watches the commanders and generals file out of their meetings.  The short, dark-skinned woman who had protested Lincoln’s potential court-martial and execution stops suddenly, waits until everyone else has passed, then speaks aloud. Octavia knows the words are directed to her.  “Whatever you’re planning, do it soon.  And tell Lincoln to never come back here.”

Just then, a red alert is sounded and Octavia scrambles back to the ship.  Bellamy is already there, firing a gun while swearing at a blonde girl (who, Octavia guesses, is the object of this rescue mission). Eventually the original crew, plus some sadistic kid Octavia’s never seen before, shoot out of the base with about ten TIE fighters in pursuit.

The sadist - Murphy, Raven says - mans the rear guns while Raven helps Bellamy co-pilot and Clarke sits behind Bellamy.  The two of them exchange witty banter while Octavia looks on, rolling her eyes and poking Bellamy in the side whenever he gets too sarcastic.

When they make it to the rebel base, Clarke is greeted with much celebration and the others appear confused as to why there’s two criminals, an ex-stormtrooper, a salty mechanic, and an angry teenager with them.  Clarke’s mother, Abby, embraces her daughter.  Bellamy notes with interest that Clarke seems disinclined to enjoy her mother’s company.

Octavia explores the base and, like the little nerd she is, ends up in a basement with a wooden box containing a lightsaber.  Upon touching it, she sees things, things that don’t make sense to her at all.  She takes the lightsaber - still hidden in its box - and brings it to her bedroom on the ship.  Bellamy doesn’t know she has it and, for some reason, she wants to keep it a secret. She does, however, want to know why she sees their mother’s death every time she touches the saber.

Wells and Lincoln cough up the plans to the Empire’s weapon of destruction and Clarke gathers her council to go over a war plan. Bellamy and Raven lurk in the background along with some guy named Nathan and two younger hooligans named Jasper and Monty.  Bellamy finds himself disagreeing with Marcus Kane and David Miller on battle strategy and it’s not long before Clarke pulls him away from the wall and into the group, insisting that he tell them exactly what he thought they should do.  He noticed that there was no bite in her tone, not anymore. It kind of unsettled him.

Wells takes Bellamy’s place besides Raven and watches her as she listens.  She tells him that she doesn’t like this plan.  It was a similar battle that got her best friend killed.  Wells offers her a side-hug and his heart almost jumps out of his chest when she leans her head on his shoulders.  Clarke catches his eye and winks at him.  She’s the only one who knows about his raging crush on the mechanic.  Wells desperately hopes she’ll keep her mouth shut.

Somehow, the princess had convinced Bellamy to stay and fight and she didn’t even have to say a word.  Octavia noticed all of that long before Bellamy had but it still made her grin with glee that her brother was actually giving his heart to someone else.  They were both starting to fit in: Bellamy trained with Nathan and Murphy and Octavia often found herself sparring with Lincoln or hanging around with Raven.  She still took out that strange lightsaber from time to time, although she didn’t tell anyone she still had it.

When the time came for the attack on the Death Star, Clarke has to restrain herself from hugging Bellamy goodbye.  She settles for a nod and a hand-squeeze.  Raven and Wells co-pilot an X-wing and Lincoln mans a single-pilot fighter.  Octavia tries not to worry.  In the end, it’s Wells and Raven who topple the Death Star (with backup from the Blakes. Bellamy’s flying skills saved Wells from certain death.).

When they return to the base, Clarke give up her self-restraint and chooses to hug Bellamy tightly, thanking him for saving her best friend.  Bellamy, unsure of how to react to this affection, eventually gives up on overanalyzing and hugs her just as tightly.  Octavia grins at her brother from behind Clarke, giving him a thumbs up as Raven’s newly-constructed BB unit rolls up squealing.

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Happy holidays to @sithbellamy!

Main Pairing: Bellamy/Clarke

Summary: “i was super pissed so i went to the gym even tho it’s really late at night so i was the only one there and i was at the punching bag listening to music and you surprised me by tapping me on the shoulder, holy shit i didn’t mean to punch you, i’m so sorry, but srsly why the hell would you sURPRISE SOMEONE WHO IS ANGRY AND PUNCHING THINGS"

A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing this, very fun prompt and honestly got kind of carried away. I wanted to add on but figured 3k words was enough. Maybe I will continue it and just kinda make it a small short story? The ending I kind of felt like it had to be done due to your blog, but anyways, I hope this is what you were expecting/hoping for. If not I apologize. Merry Christmas!

Bellamy didn't think he was that angry until he went to the gym and settled on the punching bags around 8:30 PM.

Bellamy didn't desire to start adding in the training bags to his list of things to do at the gym, but Bellamy saw that Octavia was getting pretty good at her martial arts from all the classes she' had been in since she was a little girl, and seeing her kicking ass with what she had learned made him kind of envious of it. He wished he had decided on attending some classes when he was a kid as well.

Octavia also had a tendency to use him for practice and whenever she did she kicked his ass, a lot. Bad enough he was on the couch for a few hours covered in ice packs. And honestly, his baby sister should not have the ability to beat him up.

He talked to O about it, seeing if there was any classes for 21 year old men at her dojo and her response was “yeah but they totally suck.”

Bellamy wasn't exactlty sure if letting his 19 year old sister train him was the best idea but he really had no other choice. It wasn't that she was a bad teacher, heck she was brilliant, but she was just too good at what she was instructing and honestly, it made him a tad bit jealous. It also didn't help that she got a tad bit rude, especially when it came to his ability to punch.

Bellamy really didn't quite understand what his issue was when he neared the boxing equipment, but he could feel a slight temper grow. He couldn't tell if it was the fact that finals were in two weeks, which meant Christmas was just around the corner, which also meant taking extra shifts to afford one of the highest quality and modern training equipment sets there is for martial arts that Octavia had been eyeing for months, the actual stress of finals. Or maybe the fact he had to come into the gym so late due to the extra shifts he'd been taking.

He made sure the way he stood, how high his arms were held and the way he clenched his fists was exactly how O had showed him. It took about half an hour until it was perfect and once it was he decided it was time to finally start beating the shit out of the sand filled bag. Bellamy's music was set to play some music from the 90's, his jabs felt like they were in beat to the songs in his opinion. He could have sworn what he was doing was in an Enimen music video once.

Time flew by and Bellamy didn't know what time it was or even how long he had been there, but he figured he was fine and kept going.

He eventually felt something on his shoulder, a light tap that he simply brushed off. Assuming it was one of those feelings you get as if somethings touching or crawling on your skin but nothings actually there. A few seconds later he felt it again and ended up shrugging his shoulder kind of aggressively, and by the third tap, which was a lot longer and a lot harder than the first two, he just ended up spinning around and swinging his fist at nothing.

But it wasn't nothing because he felt something collide with his fist and he even heard a small squeak. Bellamy frowned because honestly what the fuck. Bellamy saw what he assumed was the source of the tapping and immediately felt guilty.

A girl, who looked to be a few inches over five feet, was leaning her back against the wall. Her small hand cupping her nose and pulling it down to her eyes a few times to check for blood, and when she saw the sticky red liquid on her fingers she frowned and even huffed a bit.

"I-I'm so, so sorry," Bellamy didn't know what to say, what do you say to a girl you had just punched in the face? He just figured an apology was the best place to start.

The girl let out another sigh and took herself off the wall, standing up straight to face Bellamy. Her eyes still staring at her fingers. The guilt in the pit of his stomach grew heavier.

She looked like she wanted to be mad at him but couldn't. Her blonde hair was slightly curled, if not overly wavy, and pulled into a high ponytail with a few strands falling out around her face, totally making her slightly red and swollen cheek and the blood coming out of her nose pop out a bit more. Her black yoga pants went to her knees and she had a dark navy blue shirt on with the gyms logo on the right side of her chest and a small gold name tag on the left that said "CLARKE" in black, small lettering.

And holy shit was she cute.

Clarke let out a small laugh. "Nah, man don't worry. Kinda used to it, actually."

When she saw the look on his face and the raise of his eyebrow she was quick to add in.

"Not the first time I've been punched in the nose by a gym member, I mean. Actually helped me to be honest with you. In our office we have a wall, and every time you get punched you have to take a picture of the injurery and put it up there. I'd call it a wall of shame but at the end of every month who ever has the most photos gets a week off work, and you just put me at the head of the race."

Bellamy frowned, "you can't be serious."

"The wall? Nah. I wish, but being nailed in the face by a very angry man using the punching bag. Eh, once or twice." she made sure to smile when she said that to make it sound less bad, and for some reason he could feel a flutter in his chest and a smile forming back.

His gaze fell to the floor when he felt his cheeks flush red.

"Anyways, I actually came over to tell you the gyms closing in ten minutes."

Bellamy nodded and looked at her, "oh, okay cool. Thank you."

He expected her to nod her head and walk away but instead she just stood there and stared at him, studying his body almost. And if he wasn't wearing a tight tank top or knee length shorts he wouldn't be feeling so self conscience.

Bellamy cleared his throat and her eyes flickered up to meet his. Clarke's cheeks reddened slightly as she smiled softly at him.

"Should probably go and take care of this." She laughed, pointing to her face, as she was starting to slowly back away.

"Again, very sorry." Bellamy apologized for what felt like the hundreth time, his hand coming to the back of his neck to scratch it a bit.

She let out a small laugh, bubbly and adorable and honestly Bellamy could feel him go weak at the knees.

"Nah, don't worry about it...?" Clarke paused and the way she made it sound, she was hinting at him to tell her his name.

"Bellamy." he had to admit, he didn't sound as confident as he hoped and just kinda ended up mentally slapping himself.

"Ah, yes. Well, Bellamy, it's alright so please don't stress. I'll... maybe see you around? Have a nice night." she called over her shoulder as she headed towards the stairs.

"You too." he called after her.

He could barely hear himself because all that was in Bellamy's mind was Clarke's adorable laughter and him scolding himself on not asking for her number.

For about a week Bellamy came to the gym right on schedule; after his classes giving him two hours to spare before his shift at the café and he was honestly pretty pumped about it. So whenFriday came around and he showed up at the gym at 8:30PM yet again, he wasn't in the best of moods.

He didn't like showing up so late because that meant he got home, showered and went to bed, and with finals coming he had to take an extra shift for the day to get him more study time for the weekend.

It also didn't help that the super cool martial arts training equipment he wanted to get O was already sold out and he honestly had no idea what else his sister wanted and he was a bit pissed.

When Bellamy got to the punching bags he was pretty pleased to notice he was improving. The speed and harshness of his jabs were getting better and better by the week and it almost felt like it was coming naturally. He made a mental note to get himself ready to go from punches to kicks like Octavia instructed.

Bellamy was feeling better by the second as he went at it for and hour until there was an annoying tap was on his shoulder.

He ignored it but as the intensity of the tap came his annoyance too went up and he couldn't take it because all of his stress and small anger was back and he ended up swinging around and punching at the direction that the stupid ass taps were coming from.

Bellamy froze when he heard a triumphant "ahah!" because it honestly sounded all to familiar.

The blonde stood back up and he could see it was Clarke. Her appearance and attire different from the last week he saw her, she seemed more dressed for the cold air that somehow found its way from outside to in.

Her blonde curls were braided and placed neatly over her left shoulder with a Santa hat placed loosley her head. A slightly thick black work out jacket fit snug against her torso over the same dark navy blue employee shirt she had on the week before. Her leggings from last week were now down to her ankle and in a slight coot-cut style. A lanyard hung from her neck, designed a bit Christmas-y with small colored lights and her ID at the end that said "CLARKE GRIFFIN GYM STAFF" with a bar code under the wording that Bellamy assumed was used to unlock special rooms in the building.

She had a smile on her face so wide he was concerned it might be hurting her cheeks. Clarke's blue eyes twinkled and the look of pride on her face matched the triumph in her voice when she dodged the punch he had swung at her.

"Y'know, this whole 'go for a punch to the face' greeting is getting kind of old. Especially since I'm not getting any hits in, maybe if I was I'd be all for it." she giggled, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning her shoulder against the wall that Bellamy had punched her into just last week.

He noticed the swelling of her cheeks was just from her smiling and the bruising wasn't there at all and he couldn't believe how cute she was without the blue and black covering her skin and the blood coming from her nose nose. Heck, she was hot even.

Bellamy let out a small laugh, "I'm assuming it's closing time?"

Clarke nodded. "Yea it is, ten minutes. Good night." she smiled and turned to leave and Bellamy felt panicked as she neared the stairs and without even thinking he called out.

"Wait!" Clarke jumped suddenly and turned around to see Bellamy jogging towards her.

"I just, um, wanted to get your number maybe?" Bellamy's smile had turned into a small smirk of confidence that he really didn't feel like he had.

"You sound unsure." Clarke's tone was playful as she cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. Her lips tugging into a small grin.

"N-no, no. I'm very positive." Bellamy said a tad bit quick but she smiled anyways.

"Is your phone on you?" Bellamy searched the pockets of his shorts to find them, they were still connected to his earbuds and the music still playing. Turning it off and untangling the earplugs, he held it out for her to take.

Clarke's hands were small and dainty. Her fingers long and thin and if Bellamy was someone who worked with hand modeling he would've been quick to sign her up.

She took a minute, looking up at nothing hesitantly as if she was trying to remember her number. Typing a few more things she turned his phone off and handed it back to him, fetching her phone out of her jacket pocket and handing it to him.

He could tell she was probably a bit wealthy from the rose iPhone 6 Plus in his hands. The phone was strangely huge, it took him a minute, but he managed to type in his name and phone number. Bellamy would've turned it off for her but the button wasn't at the top like it was on his 5c and Bellamy was getting a tad frustrated so he just handed it back to her.

Clarke nodded, smiled, and spoke; "Have a good night."

It wasn't like he was getting anything out of this, just probably another contact in his phone that wasn't going to be used, but when she was out of sight he couldn't resist but do a small victory dance and hiss out a quiet yes.

Finals week was incredibly long and exhausting. It was Thursday, his last day of finals and last day of classes for the rest of the week for the start of winter break. He had to work a few extra hours, from 2pm to 11pm, which meant he had to close. By the end of the day he was exhausted and immediately passed out onto his couch when he stepped into in his apartment.

He woke up the next day to a text notification at noon. Bellamy lazily leaned forward, grabbing the phone and staring at the screen.

Bell's Personal Punching Bag - 1 minute ago

I can tell from the way you looked at me the other day you still feel guilty, thats why I'm texting you right now to give you information on how a punch to the face was nothing big compared to today.

Bellamy stared at the contact name then the text and he honestly didn't know what to think. Which was weirder? Clarke's contact name she put in or the fact it had been a week and she was now just texting him randomly.

He decided on not complaining and replying back.

Bellamy Blake

What could be worse than a bruised face ?

Within seconds the dots popped up from the bottom of the screen.

Bell's Personal Punching Bag

I came in a tad late and I was running up the steps to the gym - y'know 2 at a time - and I fell face forward. Cut my cheek and literally a majority of the gym members entering/exiting saw. And when I say some were LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF, I'm not lying. The staff decided on "Clarke Trippin" instead of "Clarke Griffin" while they fixed me up.

A second after another text came in.

This guy I guess was in a hurry because he had just made a fresh cup of coffee and started speed walking but the bastard tripped on one of the tiles (y'know the really cool rock tile we use?) and i happened to be RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM so his coffee, every last fucking scorching bit, got on me.

But get this; I wasn't wearing my jacket so i have a burn mark on my damn arm and I s2g if it scars I'm pouncing on him if I see him again. He did scurry off w/o a word too and I HAD TO CLEAN IT ALL BY MYSELF. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?

Bellamy Blake

Thats rough. Point him out next time and I'll just punch him.

Bell's Personal Punching Bag

Tbh that might be a plan.

Bellamy stared at the screen for a few seconds, wondering what he could say back, because he had to admit he didn't want to stop talking to Clarke. But what would he say? He shut off his phone and put it on his chest once he fell back into the couch again and closed his eyes.

A minute later his phone buzzed.

Bell's Personal Punching Bag - 1 second ago

Haven't seen you in all week? Finals I assume?

Bellamy Blake

Yea, finals and work. Most of my hours were taken off last week to study, gotta make up for it for the next few days.

Bell's Personal Punching Bag

Ah, I see. Hope to see you soon though.

I'm working extra too now since finals are over.

Literally no free time this weekend.

Kinda bummed, too, since I was wanting to see the premire of that new Star Wars.

Bellamy didn't reply but just smile to himself before getting dressed.

“Mmm, kinda started to think you wouldn't show up anymore,” Clarke smiled, leaning against the front counter as Bellamy walked in. She picked up the scanner and leaned forward to scan his gym membership card, except he never pulled it out. Clarke frowned.

“No need,” Bellamy said, waving his hand. Clarke put the scanner back and cocked an eyebrow.

Bellamy was dressed in a thick jacket and jeans, his hands in his front pockets, fingers wrapped around something.

“Then why are you here?” Clarke asked with a frown.

“What time do you get off work?”

“Umm, when the gym closes. So, thirty minutes? why?”

“I have two tickets to a certain movie that shows at 11:30, want to go?” Bellamy smiled proudly, pulling the tickets to Star Wars: The Force Awakens out of his coat pocket and watched Clarke's eyes follow his movements of slowly waving the papers around.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Bellamy Blake?” Clarke smiled, giving him a teasing look.

“Maybe I am, Clarke Griffin. Was thinking that a very romantic dinner would be great beforehand, like McDonalds?” Bellamy stared at Clarke as she slowly nodded.

“Mmm, I'll take it into consideration.” the smile on Clarke's face was big enough he was convinced that she was in fact saying yes.

There must have been some doubt or fear in his eyes because she nodded, her cheeks reddening a small bit,

“Yes, Bellamy Blake, I'd love to go on a date with you.”

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/tagged/face, either gender, the 100 and star wars :))))

The 100

Best Female Friend: Octavia

Best Male Friend: Monty

Enemy: Mountain Men, specifically Cage

Your Ship: Bellamy/Raven

Star Wars

Best Female Friend: Leia Organa

Best Male Friend: Finn

Enemy: Palpatine

Your Ship: Anakin Skywalker/Rey

(i know you didn’t request a blograte but you get 100/10 for everything obvs ;D)

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yoda, han solo, john williams, darth vader 😎

Yoda: Favourite Character? Obi Wan 

Han Solo: Favourite Film? I DONT HAVE ONE IT CHANGES EVERY DAY

John Williams: Favourite song or theme? Ahsoka’s theme

Darth Vader: Favourite sith character? Darth Maul 

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i voted for a ton, but raven was my first choice :)

url: 7/10 icon: */10 - not my fandom sidebar: */10 - also not my fandomtheme: 8/10posts: 7/10overall: 7/10follow? no(t yet) - now - yes - always and forever.

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Happy holidays ♥ @sithbellamy

[greygrantaire]

heeey!

the awesome @sastiel-and-such tagged me, thank u!

RULES: You must make a new post, answer the Q’s, and then tag 5-10 of your followers that you would like to know more about.

Name: Beatriz

Nickname: Bea

Star sign: Gemini

Gender: female

Height: 175cm

Favorite colors: black

Lucky number: 3

What I last googled: uci cinemas (lmao i wanted to search for the force awakens sessions in cinemas here in Portugal)

Number of blankets I sleep with: 4 because it’s freaking cold lmao

My favorite fictional characters: here

Favorite books: uuuuugh Pride and Prejudice, A Game of Thrones,...

Dream job: Is there a position for sleeping pro bc sign me the fuck up

What am I wearing right now: batman pajama pants and a t-shirt + a jacket

When did you make your blog: September 2013

When did your blog peak: never?? lmao

Most active follower: @targannington omg babe

Do you get daily asks: noope

How did you choose your URL: explicit from ‘explicit mox violence’ + sith + happens bc it used to be Explicitshithappens xD

I tag, if anyone wants to do it, @sithbellamy, dorito up there (targannington), @spacedadphoenix, @a-thousand-realities and @oneblondeblogger!