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Hessa in a bathtub. So cute, they look so good together 😍🔥

Rumple Rumple-ing in the Rumple-iest Way Possible (7x22)

5x08

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“-Marions nous, alors.

-(…) Je vais pas pouvoir épouser un mec qui s’apple Charle-Henri.”

tag urself; los losers edition

Honestly this scene just gets me so much. William has no idea what is going on with Noora, but he knows that she’s struggling and she needs him. He literally doesn’t pause for a second when she wants to speak with him and the look he gives Chris and the way he looks at her when he shuts the door behind him and the way he’s just such a supportive and loving boyfriend, not pushing her to open up to him, just makes me cry every time I see this. Their whole dynamic is so beautiful- the way they communicate without words and Noora just throws herself in his arms the minute she thinks everything’s okay- because the one person she wants to share that relief with is William. 

How could anyone hate noorhelm?

But I keep seeing stuff about a blarke bed scene. And I think they will start to kiss and the B picks C up and she wraps her legs around his waist. Then lays them both on the bed. And then C flips then over and straddles Bellamy.

I think B will be totally heart eyes and mesmerized by her and he kisses her neck and they take each clothes off. It’s slow and romantic but still passionate and full of lust. ( I just love bellarke) idk I’m just bellarke trash and I love it!!

Bruh this gave me life 😍😂

If ya’ll are defeated because of the spoiler that Bellamy loves Echo, this is not news. We saw it in the script to screen, we saw it when Octavia compared his love for Clarke to his love for his canon girlfriend. But that’s what you’re all forgetting: 

Bellamy’s love for Clarke is on THE SAME LEVEL as his love for his girlfriend.

This is not the end of Bellarke. Please stop reading into the opinions of spoiler blogs/twitter accounts. They know nothing! They are assuming things based on this episode. Please remember what Bob & Eliza have said about the ending. Remember that a spoiler account, that’s been 98% right so far, has said there is a Bellarke kiss in the finale. There is always hope. 

We’re still breathing.

You know what I think, I think Bellamy first started getting feelings for Clarke when she mercy killed Atom in season 1. He saw her be kind and loving in a way but tough at the same time and was all like “ CRAP, this is some one I might want to be with, in a NOT PLATONIC WAY.” But then Clarke got with Finn until she realized the truth (abt. Raven and that whole thing). Then Finn died and Clarke need to grieve him before she moved on, as we saw at the end of season 2 when Lexa and her first kissed she literally said “ it’s to soon.” But then she did move on and fell for Lexa ( which even though I’m a bellarke I know and kinda like them together) but anyway, then Lexa died and I think she had to have time to grieve her before she got with someone else in a serious way. Because in all honesty I think Niylah is a just fling. So through out season 4 she was grieving Lexa. But Bellamy and Clarke are still the best of friends. And through out the first 4 seasons Bellamy Bradbury Blake fell madly in love with Clarke Griffin. And I think Clarke fell head over heels for Bellamy in the 6 years they were apart. She realized how she feland was like “ Crap, this is some one I might want to be with, in a NOT PLATONIC WAY” lol. So now we she her face when blecho kissed ( eww🤢).

And once our freckled face, cute lil Bellamy pulls his head out of the mud and realized that Eggo isn’t right for him.

Then he and Clarkey G can FINALLY BANG and make lots of babies and be super happy together.

They are soulmates who I still have hope for and you know what “I still have hope because we’re still breathing” ( Get it lol😂)

lay your head on me

One minute, he’s ensconced in fond memories of his childhood, of him and his mother trying to get Octavia–who had always been stubborn and headstrong, even as a child–to eat her share of their rations. 

When he thinks about those days, Bellamy never remembers the constant undercurrent of fear that they’d be found out, or the hollow ache in his own stomach because a growing boy didn’t have enough food of his own. All he remembers is his family in tact. The private jokes they’d come up with between the three of them, made all the more precious with the knowledge that even when he didn’t have as much as his classmates did, he had something they were sorely missing out on: a sibling.

The next minute, his sister is gasping for breath in his arms, fighting him (always fighting him) with fading strength. His own traitorous hand is smothering her cries for help, his heart shattering into pieces as the blazing fury in her eyes dims and she slips away from the world. 

He thought it would look like she was sleeping, but her eyes stay open, glazed over and unseeing, but brimming with betrayal nonetheless. I thought you loved me, they seem to say. They pin him where he kneels beside her, and suddenly he’s the one who can’t breathe. 

Claws sink into his chest, ripping, shredding him open from the inside out–

He wakes with a start, gasping for breath and thrashing, tangled in the sheets. He pushes himself to sit up, shaking and sweating and still seeing his sister’s hurt, unforgiving eyes every time he closes his own. 

Air doesn’t make it to his lungs as he remembers it’s not a nightmare. It’s a memory. One long behind him, but never far away…

A warm weight on his back soothes him as her hand strokes up and down his spine. 

Clarke isn’t, and never has been, a morning person. Bellamy has known it since the dropship, when he’d learned to plan their strategy meetings at lunchtime or later, or put his head at risk of being snapped off. Yet every time his nightmares wake him up, she sits right there with him, calming him down until he can get back to sleep, or lying awake with him until it’s time for them to start the day.

Bellamy soul aches with how much he loves her in these twilight hours. He takes a few shuddering breaths through his nose and reaches back to place his hand over hers, to hold it to his shoulder and lace their fingers together.

Her lips press against the back of his neck and this time when he closes his eyes, there’s no one haunting him. All he sees is the peaceful dark.

“What was it this time?” She asks, voice raspy with sleep.

“O.”

A sharp exhale through her nose lands behind his ear. He won’t go into more detail than that, not wanting to add to the burden of guilt Clarke heaps upon herself. She doesn’t press him for details, her other hand finding his waist, then sliding to his chest until she’s curled around him from behind, her head resting on his back.

Bellamy brings their linked hands to his lips and kisses her palm.

Settling himself after his nightmares isn’t always this easy. 

Some nights he is restless, going to the training room and taking his self-loathing out on a punching bag until he notices Clarke slumped against the wall, asleep, and carries her back to their bed. Some nights she cradles his head to her chest and strokes his hair as he cries. Some nights she distracts him with her hands and lips and curves until he forgets anything and anyone else exists.

But some nights, like tonight, it’s as simple as reminding himself where he is. What he made his choices for. That she’s here with him.

They sit like that for a while, unmoving, until he feels Clarke’s breathing start to slow. A tiny smile nudges at his lips.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” he chides gently.

“Can’t help it. You’re comfy,” she mumbles, but her limbs loosen around him. Bellamy lets go of her hand and she flops back onto the mattress, her fingers tugging at the back of his waistband, insistent.

He twists as he lies down so that he’s facing her, draping his arm over her as she squirms closer. Her heartbeat is steady and slow against his palm, her nose tucked into his neck.

The rift between him and his sister may never fully mend. Life on earth may never be one of perfect peace or taking survival for granted. But this moment right here, with Clarke in his arms? He wouldn’t trade it. 

Not for anything.

Team just FUCKING KISS ALREADY

YOU’RE 😭 KILLIN 😭 ME😭 GODDAMMIT😭

me in s1-4: team Clarke kisses Bellamy

me in s5: team Bellamy kisses Clarke