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Okay friends. This has been a long time coming but I am archiving Peter and giving him is own whole account. Most of you know my mental state has been really ugly lately, so I think that this is going to be a really good change. 

I’m going to be dropping ALL threads for Peter that are not listed below. I love you all so much, and I 100% want to start new things with you if you’re not on my list. 

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@cockrch

@waldenborn

@foxofthe100

@destroysworlds

@ellaofskaikru

@tostxyalive

@holiistichcro

@ontcri

@headstrongblake

@seesgood

Someone point me at some good promo templates

waldenborn:

‘     i don’t think clarke and bellamy are tryin’ to get us to follow them,  peter,     ‘     helo intoned,  shoving a pair of clothes into a makeshift duffle bag.       ‘     i think they just want us to be safe    –    want to look out for their people and get us the hell out of here.     which,  honestly,  they were able to do.     ‘      helo turned to peter,  and reached out to fist peter’s jacket against his chest.     as soon as he caught peter’s oceanic eyes,  helo let a smile blossom on his war like features,  tired from the years in the bunker.       ‘     just think about this:    we’re going to on the ground again.     feeling the sun again.     ‘

“Of course they are, have you met Clarke and Bellamy?” He raised an eyebrow. “That’s exactly what theyre tryin to do. They just assume we’ll follow them because we used to. But I don’t-- “ He stopped. Peter felt his fist at his chest and he sighed, a small smile on his own lips. “Yeah yeah yeah, the ground and all its glory.” He kissed his boyfriend softly. “I’m just saying I have concerns.”

cockrch:

      He knew that it was a matter of time before Peter would be there again. He was like a burr. The kind of stupid plant that clung to your clothes and wouldn’t let go easily… He had huffed about it, Emori had LAUGHED at him back then because he had been COVERED in them. That was somewhat of a simpler time. Not completely. Never would be. But she’d been there. He’d been there. They’d share laughter, love, now all he had left were the memories of the two of them and– He didn’t want just that. He was GREEDY perhaps… He wanted her there with him.

She wasn’t.

         Turning his head a bit, he finally peered toward the door, eyes narrowing.  He wasn’t SURE whether he had heard the footsteps correctly. Whether Peter was actually there but either way… “ Ever heard of Bonnie and Clyde? I often jokingly told her that was us.  I wanted to show it to her, up here. I wanted to show her a lot of stupid things. I don’t get why she had to die… Echo survived it… Didn’t she? ”

Peter intook a soft breath when he heard the sound of the other’s voice. It comforted him, even when they had been fighting. Even when things were bad. It was a sound that brought him peace. Maybe it was twisted, but he liked this thing they had. It was raw and vulnerable, ripped them both open and exposed way too much. It showed them bruised and bloodied- both figuratively and literally. He ran his finger over his busted lip as he thought about it. 

“I’ve heard of it.” He nodded, knowing that the other couldn’t see it. He was quiet for a minute longer and then he let his hand softly reach under the door. There to be held if Murphy wanted it, but easily ignored if he didn’t. “If you’re looking for a reason, you’ll never find one. You’ll spend your whole life looking. I mean...half of the ark survived the crash. Why not my mom? A lot of us made it through those first months, why not Roma?” His voice was soft. He had said the words ‘I’m sorry’ so many times now that they no longer sounded like words. And what did condolences really matter? 

“Let me in, Murph.” He finally said, barely above a whisper.

ellaofskaikru:

Her eyes were fixed on the bright light coming from above, his voice fading into the background noise. After six years the end had finally come, but it was another end than she had expected. She was not dead, but got another chance at life out there, hopefully far away from Octavia. Now that Clarke and Bellamy were back, she KNEW things would finally change, because they wouldn’t let this happen any longer. “Yeah, I’ll be fine”, she mumbled absentmindedly, not really listening to what Peter was saying, because the anticipation of getting out of here and the joy of seeing Clarke and Bellamy again were everything on her mind for the moment. “When are you coming”, she asked the second they started pulling her up, looking at him with a frown.

He knew she was barely listening. A teenager at her best. “Ella.” He grumbled, annoyed. But he didn’t fight her too much, only reiterated. “You find Bellamy and you stay with him Ella.” He let go of her hand finally. “As soon as I can. After I know that everyone else is safe. And I’ll find you the minute my feet hit the ground.” He stopped and they started to pull her up and the “Stop.” He said, stepping back up. Her feet already were off the ground but he stepped close anyways. “You’re my family, Ella. My only family. Please do what I’m asking.”