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          “ ‘Sup, narc? ”   There’s a teasing grin on her lips as he marches in,  looking like he’s either got the weight of the world on his shoulders or a stick up his ass.  She always finds the guard uniform tends to have a similar effect,  although it’s not the first time she’s seen Bellamy with tense shoulders and his jaw set,  that serious,  distant look seemingly always lurking in his eyes.  She's made it her personal goal to poke and prod until he lightens up whenever he finds time for her,  a first step in the joint she holds between her fingers,  brows arching as she waves it in the air in an offer he’s hopefully in a good enough mood to take.   “ Agro station’s finest. Unless the uniform makes you too upstanding to take a hit. ”

@wardrained

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Daily Marvel Heroes’ Top 20 Characters (as voted by our followers) #19. Daisy Johnson / Quake (1.70%)

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plot lines where the characters pretend to be in a relationship and end up catching real feelings will never get old and that’s just the FACTS

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HEDA LEXA + symbols

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Hungry like the wolf

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Daisy “Skye” Johnson in Season 5       5x22 “ The End”

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Leksa kom Trikru

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Lexa + candles

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just a quick ooc post here because i know i joke around a lot and my friends would probably say i’m an idiot, dork or total loser which is absolutely true but considering the whole ‘world me.ntal he.alth day’ thing i felt like it’d be worth me taking a minute to be serious and kinda candid. now this blog only has a few followers but since i’m shifting things around it’s becoming my main so it’s gonna go here.

i think it’s common to believe you’re the only one feeling the way you do when you don’t feel great or when you feel like the world is suffocating you. it’s an isolating kinda feeling by nature. that darkness wants to make you feel like the only person in the world. i’m not gonna go into the details of my own psyche because you can probably fill those blanks in if you know me and the assumptions you’d make if you don’t know me are probably largely on the money. all i’m gonna say is if any of you ever feel alone (mutuals, non mutuals or randomers who just need to stop screaming into the void and direct it at an actual person who might’ve been there too), please know you don’t have to feel like nobody in the world sees you. it’s important to talk about these issues and it’s important to have people. i don’t wanna go too cliche with the usual ‘i’m here uwuu’ message which i find can occasionally be half hearted, but on a serious note.... my inbox and ims are always open to any of you who just need to rant or vent or cry to a person because talking is so important and feeling alone/holding it in only deepens the dark pit. i can’t promise i can always help or give relevant advice and i’m by no means a pro but i’ve experienced a lot of lows, a lot of highs and the subsequent crashes, a lot of nights wishing for the end and a hell of a lot of self doubt. i can relate to a lot and i can listen, even if i can’t tell you a solution. so yeah to prevent myself rambling too much and hopefully avoid too much of a cliche, the point is... feel free to reach out if you need to. you’re not alone.

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boydefined‌ / brooke davis.

❝       how   would   you   know   ,   you   weren’t   even   looking   !      ❞       the   female’s   gaze   diverts   though   brooke’s   caught  just   about   every   one   .     ❝       uh   ,   you’re   supposed   to   wear   the   loose   clothing   after   work   when   you   accept   her   invite   to   a   bar   ,   duh     *&.     then   you   two   exchange   the   looks    .   next   thing   you   know   ,   you’re   waking   up   in   the   morning   looking   for   your   bra   that   somehow   landed   on   top   of   the   bed   post   .      ❞

          “ i don’t get an  ‘ after work ’ .  i live on the base  --  i work, i train, i eat, i work some more, i pass out. and repeat. there’s no time for a personal life. last time i tried to have both was lincoln and he’s dead. and it’s my fault. ”  she doesn’t mean to snap, but the wound always feels fresh as the day it happened, blame resting on her shoulders with the weight of the whole world. the thought of bringing anyone into that life even for one night is terrifying enough to trigger just about every defence mechanism in the book. she sighs now, an apologetic glance for her friend.  “ --- was she hot? ”

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“Aden is ready. He’s even better than I was before my conclave.”

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lovebled‌ / clarke griffin.

     the  commander  of  death.  that  is  the  reputation  that  follows  her  because  of  lexa’s  choice  –  the  death  of  more  than  three  hundred  people  in  her  hands  because  the  other  could  not  take  a  chance,  could  not  believe.  there  are  no  words  to  explain  the  anger  that  boils  down  her  veins  as  lexa  stands  before  her,  even  more  so  when  she  speaks.  “we  won  because  i  killed  them.  three  hundred  and  fifty  people.  all  because  you  chose  to  save  your  ass  instead  of  helping  me.  because  you  couldn’t  trust  me”,  she  hisses,  gaze  avoiding  lexa’s  figure  for  a  second  as  she  attempts  to  find  the  right  words.  it  has  been  months  and  she  has  waited  for  the  moment  she  could  tell  the  trikru’s  heda  how  she  felt  and  yet  –  words  seem  to  fail  her.  except  there  is  something  about  lexa’s  confession  that  makes  clarke  sick  to  her  stomach.  mass  murder  seems  to  be  something  she  is  being  praised  for  and  she  refuses  to  let  that  happen.  “my  power?  killing  more  than  four  hundred  people  since  i  got  on  the  ground  is  suddenly  a  power?  your  people  disgust  me,  lexa.  you  disgust  me.  if  you’re  so  keen  on  giving  me  to  my  people  than  let  me  go.  i  can  get  to  them,  i  can  protect  myself.  i  don’t  need  your  bloody  protection”,  the  blonde  adds,  turning  around  and  walking  towards  the  door.  but  then  she  stops  on  her  heels,  a  scoff  escaping  dry  lips.  “if  your  people  want  you  to  take  my  power,  maybe  you  should  do  it.  they  clearly  matter  to  you  more  than  me.  what’s  another  murder  in  the  long  list  of  heda’s  killings?”

          “ you matter, clarke. ”  words almost catch in her throat, an expression of weakness instinct tells her to swallow down. she can feel her heart raging a war in her chest, a combination of unease and the fear of vulnerability. much rests on clarke’s forgiveness, the future of her own power called to question by a fragile coalition and a victory her people ran from at mount weather; a victory she ran from, all for the sake of proving herself a leader not ruled by emotions. and yet here she stands, nervous in the face of wanheda’s wrath; nervous to lose a bond she already sacrificed; ready to beg for an alliance she knows she is not owed. she can only hope her betrayal did not destroy clarke’s capacity to forgive.  “ i did trust you, but i had to make a decision to protect my people. and yes, i did so at the cost of skaikru, and i’m sorry. but my people have to come first, no matter what. i made that decision with my head, not my heart. ”  her gaze lifts to meet clarke’s for the first time, an attempt to salvage shattered resolve, to present herself as a commander, not a lovesick girl weakened by regret.  “ no one here will harm you, but i can’t let you go. not yet. i don’t need your forgiveness, clarke, but i do need you. ”

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#anya would be so proud of you, lexa

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(Summarize Lexa in a gifset)