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@hisagony  :   🍓

ah,   my   friend.   i   don't   think   you   truly   comprehend   just   how   amazing   you   are.   i   am   so   comfortable   talking   to   you,   yelling   thread   ideas,   talking   ships   and/or   angst.   you   are   just   a   great   friend   and   anyone   would   be   lucky   to   have   you.   i   also   wish   my   writing   vocabulary   could   be   as   good   as   yours,   haha!

#hisagony #& ⁻ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ ˡᵉˢᵇᶤᵃᶰ / ᵒᵒᶜ ˑ #& ⁻ ᵠᵘᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵇᶤᵗᶜʰ ˑ

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@swallowedblood​  :   a kiss on the space between shoulder blades. / for ryan<3

      times   where   mornings   were   able   to   be   enjoyed   were   extremely   rare,   especially   given   current   circumstances.   but   today?   today   was   the   exception.   bodies   covered   by   mounds   of   soft   blankets,   ryan   felt   lips   on   his   naked   back,   a   gesture   that   caused   him   to   shiver.   it   was   a   perfect   way   to   wake   up.   ❛   good   morning,   beautiful.   ❜   he   spoke   huskily,   carefully   shifting   himself   around   so   that   he   could   face   bianca.   arms   reached   out,   wrapping   around   her   mid-section   and   haphazardly   pulling   her   body   closer   until   they   were   sandwiched.   ❛   how'd   you   sleep?   ❜

#swallowedblood #& ⁻ ʳʸᵃᶰ ʸᵒᵘᶰᵍ / ʷʳᶤᵗᶤᶰᵍ ˑ #& ⁻ ᵠᵘᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵇᶤᵗᶜʰ ˑ

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@haiileyupton​  :  cont’d  from  here

            the   brunette   nodded   almost   immediately   after   hailey   spoke.   ❛   no,   i   know   you   all   care   and   i'm   thankful.   ❜   there   wasn't   one   sliver   of   kim   that   thought   they   didn't   care.   they   were   a   family   and   nothing   was   going   to   change   that.   ❛   i   just   don't   want   to   be   treated   differently,   you   know?   i   don't   want   people   to   think   they   have   to   walk   on   eggshells   when   they   are   around   me.   ❜   kim   just   wanted   to   be   treated   like   normal,   like   it   was   any   other   work   day.   her   mind   was   already   filled   with   so   much   negativity   and   sadness   ;   the   station,   the   unit?   it   was   her   safe   place,   away   from   it   all.

#haiileyupton #& ⁻ ᵏᶤᵐ ᵇᵘʳᵍᵉˢˢ / ʷʳᶤᵗᶤᶰᵍ ˑ #& ⁻ ᵠᵘᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵇᶤᵗᶜʰ ˑ

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@wearycrown​  asked  :   i’m trying to stop the bleeding. / luna

         a   half   pained   and   half   annoyed   grunt   left   the   brunette's   lips   as   more   pressure   was   added   to   her   thigh   injury.   ❛   you   don't   have   to   take   care   of   me,   clarke.   in   minutes   it   will   have   stopped   by   itself.   it   isn't   life   threatening,   merely   just   a   bother.   ❜      though   it   was   more   of   a   hindrance   if   anything,   would   just   slow   her   down   with   the   things   that   she   needed   to   accomplish.   

#wearycrown #& ⁻ ˡᵘᶰᵃ / ʷʳᶤᵗᶤᶰᵍ ˑ #& ⁻ ᵠᵘᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵇᶤᵗᶜʰ ˑ

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@punskill​

         in   time,   all   wounds   heal.   it   was   a   saying   that   had   been   said   to   willow   many   times   over   the   span   of   recent   events.   however,   the   redheaded   witch   didn't   believe   them.   the   pain   of   losing   tara   was   as   real   now   as   it   had   been   that   first   day.   nothing   got   easier,   the   pain   didn't   lessen,   it   was   still   just   there   --   like   a   large   rock   tumbling   around   in   her   stomach   constantly.   she   knew   that   everyone   had   good   intentions   and   meant   well,   she   truly   did.   but   regardless   of   anything,   her   soulmate   was   gone   followed   along   with   a   side   of   guilt   for   the   things   she   had   done   afterwards.

managing   to   pull   herself   from   the   bed   that   had   become   her   hole   of   grief   and   depression,   willow   forced   herself   out   of   the   bedroom   and   down   into   the   kitchen.   she   needed   to   interact,   to   somehow   decrease   the   concern   and   worry   that   buffy   and   the   others   had.   as   she   stepped   foot   into   the   kitchen,   the   redhead   moved   to   the   half   empty   coffee   pot   and   grabbed   a   mug,   sounds   of   distant   footsteps   growing   closer.

#punskill #& ⁻ ʷᶤˡˡᵒʷ ʳᵒˢᵉᶰᵇᵉʳᵍ / ʷʳᶤᵗᶤᶰᵍ ˑ #& ⁻ ᵠᵘᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵇᶤᵗᶜʰ ˑ #hope this is ok!

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@wearycrown​  :  i   wish   i   could   take   the   pain   away.   /   lexa

               ❛   pain   is   a   part   of   life,   clarke.   ❜   the   woman   spoke   gently,   fingertips   ripping   a   piece   of   bread   before   bringing   it   to   her   lips.   she   wasn't   the   commander   right   now.   it   was   just   her   and   clarke,   enjoying   a   meal.   no   duties,   no   responsibilities   to   their   people.   ❛   i   have   faced   so   much   during   my   life,   that   is   has   gotten   easier   with   time.   ❜   liar.   you   have   faced   so   much   that   instead   you   ignore   it   --   there's   a   difference.

costia's   death   had   destroyed   her.   however,   there   had   still   been   things   that   had   needed   to   be   done.   wallowing   and   grieving,   she   had   no   time   for.   instead,   lexa   had   ignored   it   and   had   completely   put   her   focus   on   leading   and   aiding   her   people.   it   was   how   it   had   needed   to   be.   but   now   that   clarke   was   here,   slowly   slipping   through   those   cracks   of   lexa's   brick   walls,   that   pain   was   beginning   to   resurface   all   over   again.

#wearycrown #& ⁻ ˡᵉˣᵃ / ʷʳᶤᵗᶤᶰᵍ ˑ #& ⁻ ᵠᵘᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵇᶤᵗᶜʰ ˑ

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@savefields​  :   [ dream ] ( claire @ alice )

         it's   the   same   nightmare   or   variance   that   has   been   plaguing   her   for   days   --   friends   dying   (   getting   ripped   apart,   shot,   stabbed   ),   not   having   any   semblance   of   control   or   ability   to   help   or   stop   it   from   happening.   while   each   time   the   events   and   way   it   happened   were   different,   the   outcome   was   always   the   same.   death   of   those   she   carred   about.

the   feeling   of   a   hand   touching   her   caused   alice   to   jolt   awake,   chest   rapidly   rising   and   falling   as   she   tried   to   catch   her   breath.   when   eyes   caught   claire's,   noting   that   there   was   no   immediate   sign   of   danger,   her   body   relaxed   only   slightly.   ❛   sorry,   ❜   she   spoke   softly,   voice   hoarse   and   shaky.   ❛   i'm   alright.   it   was   just   a   bad   dream.   ❜

#savefields #& ⁻ ᵃˡᶤᶜᵉ ᵃᵇᵉʳᶰᵃᵗʰʸ / ʷʳᶤᵗᶤᶰᵍ ˑ #& ⁻ ᵠᵘᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵇᶤᵗᶜʰ ˑ