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hi, i know i totally forgot to come on here but if you want to find me you can find me on my new elena blog @fatedtoendure, my multi at @loveisaviolence​, or my brand new clarke griffin blog at @deathbecameher. i’ve been super busy with school lately but i love and miss you all and miss writing in general a ton !! 

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so tbh i played w/this idea for awhile and never really got around to it because i didn’t wanna make the move but because my elena muse hasn’t really been there due to me feeling so out of place on this blog and needing 2 feel fresh, i’ve decided to go ahead w/it --- i don’t wanna lose elena as a muse by any means and don’t plan to give her up, but i do thinking moving is necessary for me to get back into her head again and feel more at home on her account. unfortunately i will be dropping most of my threads, with the exception of maybe a few i can still summon the muse for. i do wanna keep up any established relationships that have occurred on this account, but i probably will be a little more selective on private on my new blog, mostly just do the fact that senior year is killing me and i don’t have a lot of time and want to make the most of the time i do have ya know? ANYWAYS i love you guys and i’ll be posting the link 2 my new account when it’s ready !! 

@catatonicsnowflakekiller.

           so she might have stolen his hoodie simply because he smells GOOD and the fabric is soft against her skin and ---- well, now might be an opportune time to mention that she isn’t wearing anything ELSE, other than a lacy black bra and panties to match, not for any reason other than the fact she’s more comfortable this way ( everyone’s already seen her naked, one way or another. no reason to be SHY about it. ) there’s no posing, no twirling, no show --- just unapologetic being, an art form she’s perfected now that she has the chance. walking over to him, she finds herself hopping up to sit on top of the desk in front of him, looking down at him as he works on something she doesn’t care enough about to investigate --- just that it’s occupying his attention when it could so clearly be devoted to something more important. HER.              “ i’m bored, parker. this is boring. ”

okay but what if the octavia/bellamy is a hallucination though like that shot of bellamy looking up all bloody is really reminiscent of 1x08 when he's looking up into the light and the way that entire sequence is shot with all of those shadows and both of them sort of fading in and out? plus, talk about a fear for bellamy???? like, everything he's done has been for octavia. he always did what he had to do to protect his sister, that's who he is. 

there's no one more important to him than octavia. and before maybe he was terrified of being a monster, of being someone that hurt people and being terrible and not who his mother raised him to be but like? he helped clarke pull that lever and he holds himself accountable for what he's done, for all of those kids in MT and maya and everything else. being a killer or monster isn't a fear for bellamy anymore, it's a harsh reality. so what else is there to be afraid of? 

"my sister, my responsibility." octavia is why he pulled that lever with clarke. losing octavia either through death or abandonment is probably the worst fucking thing bellamy can imagine, plus if anything would confirm to bellamy that he's a monster, it's hearing octavia say that what he's done makes him basically dead in her eyes, watching that look of betrayal cross her face and knowing that he deserves it and accepting that octavia is lost to him. 

( also creds 2 @lydiaendures / @lingeringscars 4 this idea also i’m DYING ) 

IOH MY GO DTH ES EASON 3 TRAIL ERO FHT E1010 I M FUCKING CYRING OH MY GOOD I F EEL LIKE EVERYTNGHAS FALLEN INTO PLACE IM SO FUCKING E XCI TED I SCOULD SCREAM IM DYING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BRITT. 

  you aren’t sure your trust your voice enough to answer her, so you settle for leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her cheek, if only so she won’t see the tears SPILL OVER: it’s all pouring from you, that very selfish way you think you might miss her more than you should, that FEAR that when you remind her of what you will remind her of in the next few moments, after you have breathed through the SMOKE choking your lungs without so much as a warning, britt will not believe you, and love, too.                     ‘ i’m here, b. i’m still here. ’

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