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[hislostson-blog]

yujtombom replied to your post:

linc could use some buggies too

yujtombom replied to your post:

HUGS OMG PHONE PLS

kingroun replied to your post: Oddly enough - Silas seems to be rather clingy...

GIVE ROAN HUGS

kingroun replied to your post: Oddly enough - Silas seems to be rather clingy...

OR AS JAS SAYS: BUGGIES

Silas will gladly give hugs, he seems to need them today (probably my own feelings effecting him) - or Buggies - whatever works ;)

[redemptia]

@yujtombom || smut sc.

HE’S SLEEPING & SHE’S BEEN WATCHING HIM for the past few minutes, secure in his dimmed cave. furs cover them as octavia crawls over him & settles herself against his lap. her lips brush the corner of his lip first. then shift to brush along his jaw.. && linger at his throat, lightly. fingers memorize the ridges of his form as she continues to kiss lower && lower. her nose brushes along the tattoo on his sternum, applying light pressure there. tongue laps along his nipple && nips. the smirk follows. she kisses lower now, pulling the large fur blanket over her, mouthing now openly at each muscular ab that protrudes.

[amongthcwreck-a]

@yujtombom - gets a gv thingy

 he’s been staring at the tickets for the better part of twenty minutes before he finally sees who he’s looking for. he’s just let himself into their apartment but at this point he’s pretty sure that Lincoln is just as used to it as he is annoyed with it. he knows he would be annoyed with himself, too. “hey, so I figured I don’t have use for these anymore if you wanted to take O.” or maybe a play opening isn’t really their thing. but he’s been trying his hand at some desperate attempt at a purge. 

[kingfallena]

@yujtombom || liked for pain

     The nights are filled with ghosts of the past. Which haunting memories and fears. Of the things which he can’t let go, no matter how hard he tries. His heart hangs heavy as of late, a burden upon his back which he cannot shake. Octavia. Added to the number of the dead which stalk him in his dreams. Yet another he couldn’t save. Another comrade he failed. A friend. Family. A loss he will never stop MOURNING. One he will feel for the rest of his life. 

     He can scarcely breath as he stands out in the early morning sunlight, secluded away from others. At least that is what he THINKS. He only needs privacy to try and drive away the emotions which threaten to DROWN him. The wound is too fresh. Every time he comes here it all resurfaces and makes it harder. He should return home to Azgeda, but his mind can’t even begin to think about his duties. Fingers dig into the fence post of the horse coral, head bowing a moment as he leans over. His eyes are shut tight, trying to force back the tears-the ache of everyone and everything he has lost. All of it is coming up at once and he can’t FIGHT IT. 

[saviorbuilt]

                       ;; @yujtombom for a plotted thing

     this wasnt exactly one of those life choices that she would look back on and be proud of herself. in truth, she was almost taking the cowards way out, going to this extreme just so she didnt have to deal with all the chaos that could come with admitting that she hasnt dated anyone since lexa. there was a lot of emotional baggage that she didnt want to unpack and didnt want to be pressured to do so. naturally, hiring a very intimidatingly attractive starving artist as her stand-in boyfriend. 

    the tailor instructed the man to lift his arms, pulling the tape measure along the length of his arm, making notations as he went. clarke sat off to the side, one of the four mirrors that were set around them caught her reflection. he was going to need a suit for any big events and she couldnt have him walking in with a suit that didnt fit him, he was a big guy. 

    “upside is that now you have a suit to keep, just in case,” she offered, noticing the serious expression on his face. she wasnt sure if he had any other expressions but so far between paying his tuition, buying art supplies, getting new shoes and clothes, serious was about as much as she’s seen. 

[imnobodysson]

yujtombom replied to your post “I love to see more Memori. Domestic fluff would be cute. Like them...”

i saw this and have to say that i don't see emori wanting to get pregnant easily, just like you said about her being nervous passing on her genes. like i just can't see that happening. i feel like emori considers the two of them being just enough, she wouldn't want to have a child, like at all. even if she wasn't worried about her genes, she wouldn't think she was a good mother or could offer the kid life they'd deserve.

I’m glad I wasn’t off base saying that! I just don’t see how it wouldn’t be a concern, especially in canon, with the way she’s been treated her whole life. No parent would want that for a child. I feel like these two would have an accidental pregnancy and all the drama that accompanies it. 

[seakept]

@yujtombom liked x !

“Ai lukot!” Far too many days had passed since Luna had seen such a familiar face. A once very forgiving, very understanding face. Despite her offer that he could always come join her in peace at the sea, he had yet been able to give up his life of violence. A fact that saddened Luna, but Lincoln would make his own choices and she’d not begrudge him that. Arms wrapped around his strong torso for the briefest hug as her smile fell just slightly. “Has something happened?”

[wanhedaiisms-blog]

       she refused to send bellamy to the mountain, refused to send anyone else to die. the lives of her friends were at risk and one wrong move would see their blood spilled on the floor --- and it would be her fault. she escaped the mountain, she knew their secrets and she knew, they were looking for her. with calculated logical sense, clarke knew what she had to do, “ ------ take me to the mountain. “ she tells the grounder before her, interrupting his speech abruptly, “ they want me, lincoln. i left, i disobeyed them. i ----- if not for me, then for anya. take me to the mountain. “

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