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This blog has been officially archived! New sideblog, same url. Let the condensing commence.

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Does anyone ever sit and think about pre-dating Bellina just being cute and flirty with each other? 

Gina working at the bar and Bellamy comes in with his friends and he’s joking and teasing and she keeps watching him out of the corner of her eye and looks away every time he catches her. 

Bellamy always being the one to offer to get more drinks because it’s an excuse to talk to Gina for a few minutes. 

Gina always justsohappens to be in the garage hanger “checking the rover for the next run” whenever Bellamy and his troop are due to be leaving soon and always “jokingly” tells him to come back in one piece. 

Bellamy ohsoconveniently walking by when Gina and the others return from mountain runs like “I happen not to be doing anything need some help unloading?” 

Gina sending the other runners to deliver things to the other side of the camp so she can get Bellamy to herself for a while.

Just. Cute little dorky flirty things that we all do when we don’t want to admit out loud we like someone a little too much. 

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Does anyone ever sit and think about pre-dating Bellina just being cute and flirty with each other? 

Gina working at the bar and Bellamy comes in with his friends and he’s joking and teasing and she keeps watching him out of the corner of her eye and looks away every time he catches her. 

Bellamy always being the one to offer to get more drinks because it’s an excuse to talk to Gina for a few minutes. 

Gina always justsohappens to be in the garage hanger “checking the rover for the next run” whenever Bellamy and his troop are due to be leaving soon and always "jokingly” tells him to come back in one piece. 

Bellamy ohsoconveniently walking by when Gina and the others return from mountain runs like “I happen not to be doing anything need some help unloading?” 

Gina sending the other runners to deliver things to the other side of the camp so she can get Bellamy to herself for a while.

Just. Cute little dorky flirty things that we all do when we don’t want to admit out loud we like someone a little too much. 

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I swear if you touched her, oh heaven forgive what I would do to you.

New Storms for Older Lovers by La Dispute (via silentlyscreaminglyrics)

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Nurse Me

Drabble meme || Accepting

“nurse me” - a drabble about my character healing yours

“I told you not to come.” She pointed out, trying to keep her tone even as she dabbed at the cut over his eye, the worry slipping out despite her efforts.

“So you would have been the one driving, that’s the better option here.” He groused, his eyes closed as she cleaned the cut.

“At least only one of us would be hurt.”

His eyes opened, scanning her as though he hadn’t already the moment they’d climbed out of the now-unusable truck that had fallen into one of Trikru’s spiked pits. “You’re hurt?”

She tilted his head back up. “Close your eyes, I’m fine.” She instructed, retuning to the blood until she could inspect the cut. “I don’t think they’ll need stitches. I’ve got the first aid kit in the back of the truck, give me a second.” He grabbed her hand, argument in his eyes, and she lifted his hand to her lips to kiss it. “I’m fine, I need to get the butterfly bandages.” She pulled away before he could voice his argument and went back to the truck, trying not to rub her shoulder on the way there. She may have sprained it- the back of the truck didn’t have seat belts, and when the truck had pitched forward it had thrown her toward the divider between the front and back of the truck- but it was hard to tell, and nothing that couldn’t wait until she’d fix that head wound of his.

She slowly lowered herself into the angled truck bed, trying to figure out how best to do it, when strong fingers wrapped around hers, making her look up into the smiling eyes of Bellamy. “I’ve got you.” He said softly, and she let herself slide down more freely with him keeping her from falling, knowing his hand would still be there to pull her back up when she’d grabbed the little white tool box. She grabbed it, and handed it up to him, waiting for him to set it aside and reach back down for her before reaching up with her good arm to let him help her finagle her way back up out of the truck.

She’d heard him call for the others on the radio, and she knew they’d be coming soon, but until then she set him back at the tree a few yards away from the ditch and it’s truck prisoner, having to clean the blood away again before bandaging the wound. “There. You’ll be good as new in a few days. Now the ankle.”

“Hm?” He looked surprised, and she lifted an eyebrow at him.

“As impressive that it is that you came to and from the truck for me, you’re not putting any real weight on it.” She nodded down at his leg. “Straighten please.” She said, the edges of instruction in her tone. He did as instructed- and why wouldn’t he? It wasn’t as though they had anything else to do until the others arrived- and she unlaced his boot and slipped it carefully off his foot before rolling up his pant leg. She sat cross legged in front of him, keeping his foot in her lap and pressing tenderly along his ankle, waiting for him to wince before reaching into the little kit for an ice pack she’d snagged from the Mount Weather kits scattered on the different levels. She shook it, waiting for it to cool before pressing it to his sock-covered, semi-swollen ankle. “Doesn’t seem broken but you should check with Abby or Jackson when we get back to be sure.” She said, keeping the ice pressed to the swelling and letting her hand rub his calf gently in the meantime. She winced a little when she over-reached, and he jumped on it.

“You are hurt.” He accused, concern replacing the almost contented look he’d had from her soft, consistent strokes along his calf. “Where?”

Her hand wrapped around his calf, keeping him from pulling out of her grip. “It’s just my shoulder, I think it’s a sprain, nothing that can be helped here and you need to keep ice on your ankle.”

“You need ice, too.” She looked up to brush off the concern, but she just couldn’t. He was worried for her, it was clear in his eyes, and she nodded.

“Alright.” She grabbed another ice pack, and tried to hold both hers to her shoulder and his to his ankle until finally he reached for his ice pack. which she moved out of his grip before pressing it back to him. “I don’t want you half bent over like that.”

He huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Fine, then come here.” He nodded to the spot between his legs, and she lifted a brow again curiously. “Trust me.”

Well, that at least was easy, and she settled between his legs as asked, and he took her ice pack from her hands and pressed it gently to her shoulder, and she was close enough to reach his ankle without straining forward, so she could keep his ice pack to him while he kept hers to her. “Clever, Mr. Blake.” She said, tilting her head to the side and feeling the semi-painful stretch of tendons. “I approve.” His responding chuckle was low and rumbly, making her shiver in a pleasent sort of way.

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My aesthetic: Gina stepford wife-ing the crap out of domestic living with Bellamy 

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“Love Me”

Drabble meme || Accepting 

“love me” - a fluffy drabble about our characters 

“Wake up, handsome.” She whispered in his ear, trailing kisses down his neck until he finally groaned and woke enough to wrap his arms around her, rolling her on top of him so he could kiss her. They kissed for a few lazy minutes, before she pulled back and eskimo-kissed him, rolling back off of him and pulling him with her. “Come on, I have a surprise for you.”

“That wasn’t my surprise?” He asked playfully, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he half-reluctantly let himself be pulled from the bed.

“No,” she laughed, “You get that every day silly boy.” She lifted a scarf and wiggled her eyebrows at him. “No peeking.” He rolled his eyes but let her tie the scarf around his head, blocking his view. The smells coming from the kitchen gave her surprise away, but still he indulged her, letting her lead him down the hall to the little eat in kitchen where she pulled the blindfold gently off his head, careful not to snag his shaggy hair. “Surprise!”

The table was set with breakfast, pancakes and fruit and eggs and bacon, the pancakes shaped like hearts ( so beyond cheesy but she hadn’t been able to resist the little cutter shape when she’d seen it at the store ) and their OJ poured into a glass pitcher that had been on sale. She was pretty pleased with the effect- it looked positively sitcom perfect, and the card sitting on the box of chocolate was a silly one she hoped made him laugh. She leaned up to kiss his cheek, beaming at him and the table both. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Bell.”

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Welp. I’m ded. 

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Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Drabble meme || Accepting 

“kill me” - my muse kills your muse aka WHAT THE FUCK ASHLEY 

“Gina please.” The dark haired girl’s voice was cracked, pained in a way Gina had never heard someone’s voice break before. “They’ve been trying for weeks, they’re not going to find anything new, we both know that.”

The thing that hurt most about that statement was the truth in it. The infection had taken hold of the seemingly innocuous blade wound, and before anyone could have predicted, it had spread from her leg up her thigh and beyond, turning the skin around the cut itself black with infection that neither the grounders nor Abby seemed to have a cure for. It just kept spreading, the black spreading and following the line of the girl’s body upwards as it slowly rendered her incapacitated. By now she was confined to the medical bed, unable to put even the slightest weight on her right leg, unable to move her abdomen without wincing.

Bellamy still held out hope, and every day he was out looking for someone, anyone, with a cure. He came home only briefly to check on Octavia periodically, and then it was back into the world for a cure that it was seeming didn’t even exist. It killed her to watch the two siblings- Octavia once so full of life and fire, restrained to a bed and unable to move half her body without pain radiating across her features; her brother once her hero, running himself hungry and thin and ragged trying to find something that would keep her with him a little longer. She hated herself and what had become of her more each day, and he hated himself more each time he came home unsuccessful. He barely spoke to anyone, and when he did it was a growl of frustration, and she had no idea how to help him.

But what Octavia was asking wouldn’t help him, certainly. It would only break his heart. “Octavia-“

“Don’t give me that.” The girl snapped, an odd tone of pleading in the otherwise sharp sentiment. “Don’t pretend you think a cure’s out there. That I’m ever going to heal.” She tried to sit up, and ignored Gina when she tried to stop her, propping herself on her elbow to pin Gina with dark, hooded eyes. “We both know how this is going to end, and I’m going to be in pain the entire time.” Her eyes had started misting with tears. “You’re the only one that can even begin to understand how this feels.” She added, her eyes traveling to Gina’s shoulder, where hidden under her top was the burn that spread across her entire shoulder and left side of her upper back, a reminder of just how barely she’d escaped death.

She did know. They didn’t have morphine, or any real sort of painkillers down here, and she’d gone through the healing process with ibuprofen that hardly took the edge off the agony of the burn. She hadn’t been able to stand clothes on it, even just the bandages had made her want to cry. She couldn’t get it wet, she couldn’t be out in the sun because the heat agitated it just as much as cold did. She couldn’t lift her arm, couldn’t twist her body, every little movement brought a new shock of pain through her body. And it was only her upper half. Octavia’s pain now covered the majority of her body.

“It’s getting worse, Gina, I can feel it. Not better, not the same; worse. I’m going to die-”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not?” The younger girl challenged darkly. “Because no one wants to admit it? Because everyone would rather I slowly fade away until they can’t deny that I’m dead anymore?” The tears were no longer mist, they were shining rivers down her cheeks. “I want to see Lincoln, Gina. I’m tired of fighting something that I can’t fight with my own hands. Maybe this happened for a reason, I don’t know. I do know that I’m not going to end up half dead on this table like some useless vegetable. Bellamy can’t stop this,” She gripped Gina’s hand that had crept out to hold her hand. “I know he’d do anything to, but he can’t, and he’ll never admit that. And Abby’ll keep me alive as long as she can because she doesn’t want to be the one to make him admit it. But someone needs to admit it.”

It was the most Octavia had ever spoken to her, the most she’d ever confided in her, the first time she’d actually related to the girl she’d judgingly referred to as Bellamy’s girlfriend to avoid having to speak to her directly. And Gina found herself nodding. “Alright.”

There wasn’t enough medicine to make it quiet, and that made Gina shied away from the task once more, took Octavia another few minutes to talk her back into it, into grabbing the shorter blade from Octavia’s things, into pressing it against and into her heart. Octavia’s hand was tight around Gina’s the whole time, her eyes closed and both their lips whispering different prayers, one of ground and one of sky, until that iron grip loosened, and Gina was left with Octavia’s still body.

“I’m so sorry, Octavia.” She whispered, still holding onto the younger girl’s hand with her own, letting the knife fall with a clatter to the floor.

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tavia-blake-Today at 4:48 PM

o blake: KILL ME DAMNIT

yourfavoritelittlefox-Today at 4:48 PM

BUT WHAT SITUATION WOULD EVER ALLOW HER TO KILL THE SISTER OF THE BOY SHE LOVES? THE PERSON HE LOVES MOST IN THE WORLD?? Gina: I will not Gina: YOU CAN'T MAKE ME

tavia-blake-Today at 4:48 PM

o blake: .... what if i was gonna kill someone like A CHILD WOULD YOU LET ME DO THAT GINA WOULD YOU I DOUBT IT

yourfavoritelittlefox-Today at 4:48 PM

Gina: ........ I could always HARM you without killing you Gina: Idk chop off an arm or something Gina: BUT NOT KILL

tavia-blake-Today at 4:49 PM

o blake: stomping her feet JUST KILL ME DAMN IT

yourfavoritelittlefox-Today at 4:49 PM

Gina: I WILL NOT.

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@headstrongblake‘s over here trying to convince Gina to kill Octavia for a meme and Gina is NOT having it 

@omousvarii, @faultedleader, @soldiiermade

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rebekah-mikaelsonx:

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

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Swirls of Jupiter

Jupiter is a very stormy, turbulent, violent planet. The planet completes a day (or one complete rotation) within roughly 10 hours, which creates massive winds, producing these swirls, and violent storms. The fast rotation coupled with the fact that the planet is nothing but gas greatly multiplies the Coriolis effect. Earth too has a Coriolis effect, this creates the characteristic hurricane shapes and also contributes to the fact that storms will spin the opposite direction in different hemispheres. Luckily, our rotation is slower - our storms are less frequent and less violent than they would be if our days were shorter.

The above images come from the recent Juno mission by NASA.

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Retenue d’eau du barrage de Saint Guérin - Alpes (France)

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    he gave a small humoured sigh, rolling his eyes when she teased him about his statement. “ I’m trying to complement you here… ” he murmured but he’d be lying if he didn’t love it when she teased him, the light banter was something he always liked. it made him feel normal, like the life they were living was normal—able to have light moments like this.    “ including you.. ” he added to her comment, head tilting as brows arched. he scooted closer to her now, resting his head on the pillow beside her, dark curls shading his eyes ever so slightly. he couldn’t help but smile against her lips, she was right. it worked almost every time against him and he had a feeling she’d fight it just despite him. “ well, we’ll see about that… ” he trailed off, a tired smile across his lips, “ lay with me and we’ll see. ” with that he slipped his arm under her back and gently pulled her against him.

“By all means, please continue with the compliments.” She laughed, giving him a quick eskimo kiss. 

“I’m less concerned about myself.” And more concerned with the worry that if she let herself relax, she’d fall asleep and not wake up for the next ten hours. She couldn’t remember when the last decent nights’ sleep she had was... that was a lie. She knew exactly where it was- it was the last time she’d coax Bellamy to sleep by joining him. 

Speaking of, he looked awfully tempting relaxed along the bed like he was, and when he tugged her closer, she was powerless to resist, and let herself be pulled against him, nuzzling against his chest and taking a deep breath, feeling her muscles uncoil in that way only he gave her. “I love you.” She whispered against his chest, almost regretting the words as they slipped out without thought. Those were heavy words, words fraught with meaning, and part of her hoped he hadn’t actually heard her, spare her having to backtrack the words to keep  him from feeling pressured or caged by her affection.