#thcheart

[aresborrn]

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Scars.

This one, he remembers well. The dig of the hot blade into his skin, tied to a tree whilst the grounders had their fun. They wanted information, and he held out as long as he could. It was with this one that the words finally came, spilling everything. The raised, long and ugly scar rides the curve of his body from shoulder down to his abdomen, curving and jagged. 

“The Grounders. That was how they broke me.” 

[acrownmartyr]

@thcheart continued from here

     Praimfaya, as the grounders called it, was essentially another apocalypse on Earth. To have made it so far on a planet they had no idea was inhabitable was an accomplishment. A part of Stefan would accept dying but seeing the look of determination of Bellamy’s face, made him think that he was right. That nothing would happen and they were all going to make it up to space. Raven was an exceptional mechanic and he’d learned so much from her both on the Ark and on Earth. Yet, one question kept nagging --- what will happen to the rest of them? “Do you think we’ll be able to come back someday?” he asked, turning from the rocketship to Bell. “Or will we be floating in space forever?” 

[lcgioned]

‘ oh my god, they were roommates ’

@thcheart |  Vine Starters | always accepting

“Oh my god leaf..leaf me alone!” Octavia whined and weakly slapped Bellamy’s shoulder. He had a habit of imitating her whenever she was drunk or halfway to anyway. Their friends all found it hilarious but sometimes his sister would get especially pouty by his antics. She reached for her bottle and missed her mouth the first time- probably a sign she should take it easy the rest of the night.  “Let me tell my story you jerk!” The same story that was taking her waaaay too long to tell. Hey, at least she wasn’t crying this time. 

[lcgioned]

“I’d come back to haunt you.”

@thcheart | Random Starters | accepting 

“That, is my line, thank you very much!” She wasn’t the only one giggling around the campfire. The hundred, or what was left of them really, where gathered around, swapping stories and enjoying the stars in the night sky. Then Miller asked what they would all do if they became ghosts and Bell had to go and steal her thunder like that. 

Octavia took a swig from the latest batch of Monty and Jasper’s moonshine. It was evident she had a little too much in the short span of time she began drinking, because her knees wobbled when she stood up. “None of you motherfuckers are safe when I die!” The threat was said playfully and in good fun. “I’m gonna knock like all the shit off your counters and make shit levitate when you’re having sex!” 

[reivcn]

“ i wish i knew how to talk about it. ”

@thcheart

her eyes went to bellamy’s when she heard his words. they were heavy, compared to any other words they had used before this moment. though she understood where he was coming from. “there is a lot we don’t talk about.” she tells him, her eyes dropping from his face, and instead were looking at the tin in her hands, one that held water in it, before she was taking a sip, and offering him some. “it takes time.” she offers, her voice soft, as well as her eyes, before they flickered up to meet his once more. “if it helps.” she starts, this time her eyes didn’t waver on him at all. “you didn’t do anything wrong. mistakes happen. you came to the ground where people were already living. you came to the lab to save me. you didn’t know what would happen in that bunker. you didn’t know what wars would of happened here on the ground.” she tells him, a hand reaching out to his, to squeeze it softly. “all we can do. is try to forgive ourselves, and make sure we do better. to not follow those mistakes. to not fall into those same traps again.” she says, softly before she was shrugging her shoulders. “or. we could just become murderers and not give a shit who we hurt. if its easier.” it was always easier to kill someone, than to look death in the eyes and accept your own fate. raven would rather die, than to ever kill someone again. but that was her. it didn’t mean it was everyone else. “and i’m sure clarke forgives us for leaving her there on the ground.” 

[fmn-a]

send me ♕ for your muse to get dared to kiss me

His eyes widened, wondering if he’d heard correctly. The look on Jasper’s face looked extremely entertained and that was all the answer John needed. If he was actually going to do this, he couldn’t look at Bellamy. As nervous and hesitant as he was, John was going to go through with this. There were many things that defined him as a person, but being a quitter or copping out weren’t included. Before he could second guess himself, he took a deep breath and leaned closer to his best friend. | @rebellious-king