as you can see by me not posting anything for like the last two weeks, i haven’t been able to give noah the attention and love he deserves, so i’ll be moving him to my multi, @andwicked​, and maybe there i’ll be able to love him better !!   ♡♡

as you can see by me not posting anything for like the last two weeks, i haven’t been able to give noah the attention and love he deserves, so i’ll be moving him to my multi, @andwicked​, and maybe there i’ll be able to love him better !!   ♡♡

as you can see by me not posting anything for like the last two weeks, i haven’t been able to give noah the attention and love he deserves, so i’ll be moving him to my multi, @andwicked​, and maybe there i’ll be able to love him better !!   ♡♡

as you can see by me not posting anything for like the last two weeks, i haven’t been able to give noah the attention and love he deserves, so i’ll be moving him to my multi, @andwicked​, and maybe there i’ll be able to love him better !!   ♡♡

as you can see by me not posting anything for like the last two weeks, i haven’t been able to give noah the attention and love he deserves, so i’ll be moving him to my multi, @andwicked​, and maybe there i’ll be able to love him better !!   ♡♡

oops i did it again.

              both from all the physical pain from the bandaging and cleaning of his wound and the simply fear of losing his life in the next second,  the fear that  blodreina  would burst through the door,  throw him a sword and then kill him with ease   ---   it all had given noah’s eyes shy tears.    he tries to hold them in,  in order to not bother or worry the woman,  she surely already has  a lot  on her mind.    but he  can’t,  and,  when they are done,  and she gives him unneeded advice,  the pale cheeks are blushed and wet.               ‘        i    know.        ’               it isn’t all he has too say.    but if he said all he wanted they would be there for a long time.    so he just lets out what was needed the most,  what was on his tongue eager to burst through the air.    in a crying sigh,  he shares something he didn’t thought he would be able to ever get all of his chest.               ‘        but    i    would    be    damned    if    i    let    somone    touch    me    like    that     ever     again     ---     i’m    scared,    nancy.        really scared.        what    if    he    makes    it    in    the    pit  ?     he’s    going    to    come    after    me.        ’               great.    now you just put a kind,  innocent and completely unrelated woman at risk with your big mouth,  noah.    he just looks at her eyes for a few seconds before getting up,  wanting to leave    ---    leave the room,  the bunker,  leave the earth.    and not ever come back,  not even once.

❝ keep it covered, keep it clean, and keep it elevated. ❞  it’s about the best that she can do down here. what little supplies they have dwindle within the first few months, spent patching battle wounds and dealing with various other consequences of living in the overcrowded bunker. and…then there’s the matter of what abby takes. she’d pay more attention if she could. if every waking moment wasn’t spent holding her breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. if she didn’t have nightmares about the pits, or what came after, or what happened to those that dared question blodreina. nancy finishes bandaging noah’s hand, taking solace in the familiarity of the work. ❝ you need to keep your head low. ❞  her voice is quieter, like the information is a secret, even if she’s certain he already knows. very few of them need the reminder of what’s at stake if you so much as put one toe out of line.  ❝ getting hurt like this? ❞  she glances down at his hand,  ❝ it attracts too much attention. ❞                    /                    @heweak  ;  sc.

❛ if you shoot that gun. you better shoot to kill. ❜

western sentences,    @heregrets​​.

               ‘        i-     i    won’t    kill    him,      harry.        i    just    want    to,     y’know,     be safe.        ’               he can feel his eyes burning from tears.    he wasn’t safe,  he would never be safe.    not while  that man  would keep coming to his door.    not while  his own father  would be right there,  watching that man do whatever he would like with the child.               ‘        safe    as    possible,    i    guess.        ’

you’re surviving but at what cost ?        you’re in fragments.  losing parts of yourself so you can save others.  gaining new parts that you never believed you do.   all these fragments make a patchwork man that’s nothing like the boy he once was.    /     selective and independent the hundred orginal character.   written by marianne. 

i just realized tho...  bellamy had earth classes?  i thought he being on the dropship was a secret or illicit or whatever

I highly recommend following this magical cinnamon roll.

closed starter,    @roseguided.

               ‘        feels    nice,    doesn’t    it  ?        ’               he approaches her,  a huge grin and soft cheeky laughs,  before moving the wet dark locks out of her face,  with more laughs.    murphy could be an mouthy and inconsequential bastard,  but he surely knew how to have fun.               ‘        you    never    swam,    right  ?    oh,    wait,    what’s that  ?        ’               there’s something in her neck,  he notices it after some seconds.

closed starter,    @madeskayon.

                 ‘        i    just    miss    her,    okay  ?!         ’             he shrugs off,  trying his best not to let the tears come out,  but not being able to not let his voice break.    he sees her all the time:    in his dreams she’s telling him everything is going to be okay,  in the mornings she is the sun rays that come through some windows,  and in the night she’s the warmness of his bed and sheets.               ‘        she    saved    us,     so    many    times   !        and    now    she died,    saving    us    one    more    time.        it    just    doesn’t    feel     fair     for    me    to    be    alive    if    she    isn’t.        ’

closed starter,    @beasteaten.

       ‘        we    are    going    swimming,    then  ?        ’               he says,  almost shyly,  when he sees the other jump on the lake.     they were by themselves in the woods,  supposedly getting more water to them,  but mostly just gossiping about the some of the cute boys that had came down with them.     after taking his shirt and pants off,  he jumps on the water too,  laughing all the time.               ‘        just so you know,  i don’t like desobeying clarke’s orders...        ’               well,  she didn’t force him to get in the water,  or did she  ?

closed starter,    @fragmentid.

        ‘        yeah,     some    help    would    be    great.        ’               noah barely manages to let the words out,    too much weight on his weak arms,  too less  air on his overworking lungs.     as he was asked by clarke,  noah was gladly moving their firewood from one place to another,  but,  that time,  he had put too much in only one pile,  so there was no way the  five and a bit more than a half tall  boy would be able to carry all of that.

closed starter,    @astralgenius.

         ‘        i    really    don’t    want    to    be    alone.        ’               it was night,    late night.        the morning they got to camp jaha was already being hell for him,  with people treating his wounds and fucking causing him  more pain.     after the things that those  demons  did to him,  his own people were hurting him again.     he knew it was for the good,  that it was necessary,  but...     he wasn’t sure how much pain he could endure.     he was already breaking.     he was already  broken.               ‘        we    don’t    have    to    talk.        just     don’t     leave     me    alone.        ’               he couldn’t remember a night it was so hard to close his eyes.     the night he got thrown into the space box was hard,  but this was being harder.     he could still hear the screams and the machines.     he could still  feel it  in his skin and in his flesh.     he wasn’t going to sleep,  not for now.     but maybe watching the stars for a while would calm the sounds down.     maybe.

closed starter,    @xnctafraid.

          ‘        can    we     please     go    back    to    the    camp    now,     octavia  ?!        ’               his eyebrows are flexed on  fear,    his lips slightly open from exhaustion after walking the entire day.        it now was dark,    the woods around them making sounds of...     monsters and...     and creatures and other things.        maybe he was just being a  little  child,    but his heart was racing way too much from each and every  little  noise for him to care.               ‘        i’m    scared,    let’s    go    back,    please  !        ’