one moment she had been walking, trying to not think of those she had left behind, ignoring the tears that blurred her vision as she thought back on her last encounter that was a week ago. with bellamy. her words to him & his words back, him giving her forgiveness, but it wasn’t enough. she didn’t forgive herself. how they’d hugged each other & it was nothing like how they had hugged when they first saw each other again. there was a sadness looming over it, even with the way she had kissed his cheek.

        just as she was about to push those thoughts out         of her head, telling herself that she did it all for them,         for him. everyone. she felt a sudden sharp pain in her         left shoulder, crying out as she fell to the ground. blue         eyes looked around in panic & anger all at once, trying         to see if she could make out who it was. when she couldn’t,         she looked down to the throbbing wound & saw it was a bullet         wound, which meant that it wasn’t grounders. that could only         mean someone or several people escaped from the mountain         & that was slightly terrifying, espcially since she was on her own         now. if it was cage, there was no doubt he wouldn’t hesitate in         killing her after she had killed his own father.

all she could manage to do was crawl back to hide beside a tree as she pressed down onto the wound, wincing at the pain that rushed through her body.

unaware of how much distance he’d  already crossed, bellamy kept running   in the same direction. he was out of   breath though, but as he held onto his  knees, back hunching over, the rebel  only allowed himself to suck in two big  bouts of fresh air before he was taking  off in a dead run again, going as fast as  his legs could handle.

       the pain was intensifying & it would have hindered         him at any other time, but knowing it was clarke           suffering, gave him the incentive he needed to keep        pushing forward ---push right through the pain &         fatigue that hardened his journey. he knew in his         gut that she was wincing, because he did too on          occasion with how prominent & blinding the pain was.         if only there was a way for him to know whether or          not he was even running in the right direction.  the        thought of being too late or not making it there at all,          could have choked him, but he couldn’t think like that         right now. he had to keep going. for her.

the sound of a gun shot startled him & he only stopped until he knew exactly where it  was coming from. Then he veered off to the left, running faster than he ever did before. 

                              hold on, clarke. please.

even more random sentence starters

“You’re kidding me right? there was no way he/she was legal!” “Hey don’t judge me! I saw your little walk of shame this morning.” “Who wears all camo on a first date?” “Don’t try and tell me you were sober!” “You were so drunk you kept putting your hat on people’s head and shouting out their Hogwarts House.” “When was the last time you showered? You smell of regret sex and bad choices.” “So does _______ know about these little sleep overs we keep having?” “Don’t lie to me! I can smell him/her on you!” “This is going to sound really strange but…how do you get wine off silk panties?” “Did you really have to throw my stuff out the window? It was all a bit dramatic.” “I’m pretty sure your neighbour filmed us last night…” “….did you really just pee in the shower?” “I don’t know whether to scold you or just clap and praise you.” “There is not enough make up in the world to hide these hickeys.” “You say a single word and I swear I’ll put ratsack in your cheerios.” “I need cuddles leading to casual sex, STAT.”

any other bad ideas? just one.

octaviahblake​ requested: Octavia + emotional pain

super random sentence meme.

Some medicine would be nice.

Bellamy Blake in “Inclement Weather” {2x02}

The world has been trying to turn me into a   ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ  for as long as I can remember.