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but truly imagine your otp in the apocalypse. sweaty. dirty. they’d smell horrible. rotting teeth. how picture perfect.
a “you’re my best friend but please be my fake boyfriend for my family Christmas party you’ll get free food and we’ll be at a nice cabin but my family always asks why I don’t have a boyfriend and I need this from you shit we slept together this is awkward” 1x1
r e b e l k i n g .
( under co. )
How beautiful is it to stay silent When someone expects you to be enraged from them. And how beautiful it is to laugh When someone thinks you are going to shed tears.
this is gold (via oceane-water)
on your feet for the captain.
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I will generate a number from 1-175 for what my muse will say to yours. (Mix of angst, fluff, and random)
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I’ll protect them.
Even if it means to lay my life down for them.
█ ▌spearistic.
tongue darts out of dried lips, moistening them in anticipation of the shot. his leading touch sending a wave of heat through her, & as if his words were the trigger itself, her finger pushes back. the shot fired reverberating. a satisfied smirk curves at the outlines of her lips, only to dissipate at the sight of the missed target. the bullet sitting left of the bullseye.
’ you’re obviously distracting me. ———— ‘cause i would have HIT that. ’
it's treacherous really, how the body could respond. his pulse overlapping with the desire to retreat his fingers as the heat of his body welcomed hers. familiarity, another thing he gently waved off as a bullet was wasted. one less grounder dead & the only response he lets out is a frustrated intake of breath. he lets go of her. hands up in a playful surrender.
❛ just because your mind started wandering, doesn't mean it's my fault. —————— now stop wasting bullets. AGAIN. ❜
█ ▌spearistic.
‘ thanks for that. it was GREATLY appreciated. ’
his sudden exposure evoked nothing more than a mere glimpse over her shoulder. a sigh tumbled from her lips, UNWILLINGLY ; calloused fingers grasping the barrel that much tighter. her actions may have appeared disrespectful, but they were far from it. leveling the rifle, aiming for nothing more than precision.
‘ i AM focused. ’
not that roma would ever ADMIT to neglect of target.
❛ come on, i'm waiting. ❜
amusement flows quickly, dirt stained lips pulling themselves upwards. he comes closer, the heat of her body curling itself around him. the familiar edge of her limbs becoming a primal instinct. he opts to raise her aim, deeming itself right.
❛ ———— now shoot. ❜
#if one more person tries to tell me that Bellamy is the ‘violent soldier’ type in this story#imma tell them to fuck right off#because you don’t take the only character who is an actual older brother#and relegate him to ‘violent soldier’ status#Bellamy is a caregiver as much as he is a fighter#he’s a fighter because he wants to protect#’18 dead’ he said#18 kids he couldn’t save#18 kids he couldn’t protect#so don’t fucking tell me Bellamy Blake is just a soldier ( via @open-pandoras-box )
confident!Bellamy with girls vs flustered!Bellamy with Clarke
insp.
█ ▌earthmedic.
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” I can’t believe that he did that.” The shock was still fresh but most of all there was something else. g u i l t. So much of it. “What are we supposed to do about this?” Clarke was without clueless; nothing made sense anymore.
❛ trust me, princess. we're all pretty damn surprised. ❜ his words flow, abruptly. & his heartbeat quickens, had they failed with protecting one of their own ? ❛ for now ? keep an eye on him ( ? ) ❜ a hidden question wrapped around in uncertainty.
All I do is hurt people. I’m a m o n s t e r