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It’s official! I have moved from a sideblog to a stand alone blog so make sure you follow me here! It’s the same UN so I’m tracking the same tag! If you reply to our threads here, I’ll reblog with a reply on the other account. Hopefully this will go smoothly!

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           “They’re being led by a child.”                                                                                            “So are we.”

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You’re Forgiven || A Bellarke Fanmix inspired by the CW’s The 100

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It’s official! I have moved from a sideblog to a stand alone blog so make sure you follow me here! It’s the same UN so I’m tracking the same tag! If you reply to our threads here, I’ll reblog with a reply on the other account. Hopefully this will go smoothly!

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I always try to be the best, but sometimes my lungs feel small and I notice I’m drowning in my own failed efforts.

Giulia Pizzato (via wnq-writers)

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“To f o r g i v e is an act of compassion… It is not done because people deserve it. It is done because they need it.”

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#let’s not forget about Monty feeling guilty as well

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"Nothing lasts forever."

                                          1989 || ( & sent by hxdaleksa )

“My people will make it here, Lexa. With or without yourhelp.” Clarke spoke with confidence as she approached the Commander. She never let her voice waver or her eyes to flicker down at the dirt ground. Clarke walked with purpose and strength, refusing to show any weakness in front of the Grounder audience – she would do whatever it took to make the alliance work. “But without your help, it will be a lot harder to survive. We need each other whether you like it or not.”

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"I'm tired of being your second choice."

DON’T GO BREAKING MY HEART || ( & sent by mxkeitgoboom )

“You’re not my second choice, Raven. No one is my second choice.” Clarke reassured the dark haired woman, glancing in her direction with a worried gaze on her features. “If it counts for anything, I’d choose you first.”

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When you really enjoy a thread with someone and they find someone who plays your character and completely forgets about you in the meantime.  Okay. Cool. How discouraging. 

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“Why are you screaming this time?”

OLD PEOPLE SAY WEIRD THINGS || ( & sent by commanderiiisms )

“I’m not screaming, Lexa. I’m arguing. There’s a difference.” Clarke took a seat on Lexa’s cot, inhaling sharply as she tried to maintain her composure. It was the second time she was in the Commander’stent and there was still so much left to say. Each time Clarke had turned her back to Lexa, more words neededto be said but it waseasier to walk away than continue an argument with a fire burningwithin her heart and grief hidden deep within her eyes. 

“I don’t need the entire camp hearing what I have to say to you.”

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"We prioritize safety over sentimentality."

WE ARE NOT GROUNDERS || ( & sent by hedaofthe12 )

“Maybe sentimentality is less important than safety to yourpeople but to mine, it’s just as important.” Clarke glanced down at the watch latched onto her wrist, letting the smallest of smiles flicker onto her lips for a few moments before returning her gaze to Lexa. Her father’s watch was the only thing she had left of him.Clarke would cherish it for as long as she could, passing it onto future generations if she lived long enough to see that day. The Grounders didn’t understand that objects could hold memories – but that’s how memories became immortal. Humans die and their memoriesdied with them. Objects, however, could last forever, longer than any person could live on a toxic planet. 

“Life is about more than just surviving, Lexa.”

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I’m not much, but I’m brave.

six word story (via titsmccall)

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malblake:

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“Pretend?” Mallory wondered, looking over at the blonde with risen brows and a smile clear crossing her lips, the strabwerry blonde’s arms were wrapped around her own frame like a personal hug, sitting on that log looking everywhere. “Why should I pretend? I am excited to see you.” She admitted with that unmoving grin. “Glad you’re having a good time, too.” That chuckle was completely genuine. 

It wasn’t that she was amused at the other’s joy, but she was glad for it. Maybe it meant that not everything was doomed, that maybe there could be some hope that things could some day fall into some sort of normal. Maybe, maybe. At least people were having fun; either that or they were too drunk to care. Hell, even Clarke was offering her something to drink. 

“I–no, no. Thanks.” She smiled again, shaking her head and lifting one hand to stop the girl’s offer. “I don’t drink. I’ve seen what it can do to people, and I don’t like it.” Nor did she like the taste, but that was not what would make people stop offering; not that her spoken reason made anyone stop either, but hey, she could try. 

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“You’re excited to see me?” Clarke wanted to laugh out of surprise but, she just offered Mallory a small smile. Laughter was far and few to Clarke ever since her feet set foot on the Ground. The delinquents seemed to find the melody of laughter easier than the two leaders but, Clarke was happy. 

She was happy to see the others so carefree for one night, no matter if communication with the Ark was cut off so suddenly. It meant that Bellamy and Clarke were doing a good job at camp – they were doing the right things no matter if it felt wrong at the time. It was reassuring to watch the others play games and talk together as if they had known each other for years on end like her and Wells and it was enough to put a rare smile on Clarke Griffin’s face.

“That’s surprising since many of you think I’m a buzzkill.” Clarke leaned against the trunk of the tree, setting aside the metal cup of moonshine before carrying on the conversation with Mallory. “Thanks for looking after the infirmary while I was away. I’m sure Fox and the others really appreciated the company too.”

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Bellamy likes his job, he really does. But days can be long when things are quiet in town, and on those days he always looks forward to coming back home to Clarke or to have a lunch date with her. Because while they’ve been together for a few years now, they totally still go on dates. Lunch dates, dinner dates, anything really.

It’s pleasantly warm in the coffee shop near the campus, and the bitter, yet invitingly warm smell of coffee filled the atmosphere. He loves coming here. They served all sorts of drinks and for not much extra you can get a delicious pastry with it. He used to come here a lot when he was still in college. Now it’s once, sometimes twice a week.

Bellamy claimed their favorite seat, a spot in the back of the café near an electric fireplace. He waits for ten minutes, checks his phone for any messages from Clarke, and then waits for another five minutes. It’s then that he first calls her, but after ringing for a while it goes to voicemail. He thinks she may have forgotten about their date, or perhaps there came something important in between, but he figures that she would’ve left him a message then.

Bellamy sent a text to Octavia and within a minute she replied, telling him Clarke went home sick earlier today. Which is strange, really, because first of all; Clarke didn’t complain this morning about feeling unwell. And secondly; why didn’t she let him know? 

The drive to their apartment should take about twenty minutes, but somehow Bellamy managed to get home in ten. He only barely remembered to lock the car before he stormed off and ran up the stairs to their apartment.

              “Clarke?” he called out as soon as he closed the front door and                      made his way to the living room. “–– Clarke? You here?”

Hearing Bellamy’s voice echo in the apartment usually felt like a breath of fresh air to Clarke. Between a long day at school and a long day at work, Bellamy returning home or seeing him wait for her on the sofa was the highlight of her day. Today, was a different story. When she heard the apartment door slam shut, Clarke seemed to forget how to breathe. Tears started to pool in her eyes, forcing Clarke to squeeze them shut to bite them back. She could usually contain her emotions and bottle them up when the burden of stress became too much but, even she knew she had a breaking point and this must be it.

Clarke had no idea how to tell Bellamy. They had been dating for a few years now and they were nowhere near ready for a baby – the mere aspect of one wasn’t even brought up in conversation. Clarke couldn’t even begin to guess how Bellamy would react to the news when she couldn’t even swallow the results of the test for herself.

When Clarke wanted to say something, no sound came out of her mouth. She felt paralyzed in place as she tried to regain her composure, something that typically came easy to her. Now it seemed like it was a challenge even when the man she loved was calling out for her.

Clarke’s legs shook as she pushed off of the wall to stand up. She used the sink to maintain her balance as her insides twisted into knots, almost forcing her breakfast to come back up as she snatched the stick from the sink. Clarke shoved it in her pocket and dabbed her eyes with the sleeves of her jacket, taking a double take in the mirror to make sure she didn’t appear as if she was crying. The last thing she needed was Bellamy worrying about her. Maybe she was just overreacting but, she was still afraid that this one situation could ruin everything she had worked for – graduate school, her financial standing, everything.

“Bellamy! You’re home early.” Clarke shouted, peaking her head out between the door frame and the bathroom door. “I’m in the bathroom. I’ll be out in a few.” Cringing at the sound of her voice, Clarke knew Bellamy would be able to tell she had been crying. It was no use to hide the test, anyway. He would find out eventually on his own. Clarke took the test out of her pocket and turned off the bathroom lights, making her way to the living room as she hit the plastic stick against her hand over and over again in a rhythmic pattern. Clarke’s eyes met Bellamy’s as she approached him, her features stern as she thought of the right way to go about the situation.

“We need to talk, Bellamy.”