My brother Kenai went on to live with Koda and the other bears. He taught me that love is very powerful. And I passed on the wisdom of his story to my people. The story of a boy who became a man… by becoming a bear.
Oh my god im so dead after bellamy's scream. What do you think he thought/felt in the moment and what do you think he's going to do next?
short answer: he’s going to be dead inside my dude
long answer: oh man, i wasn’t even gonna publish this, i just quickly wrote it for @wellamyblake, but it holds all my Feelings about what bellamy is experiencing. SO, HERE, HAVE CLARKE COMFORTING BELLAMY.
Clarke finds him in the same room they made the list in. He’s sitting on the couch, bent over with his elbows on his knees, his hands over his face.
Every part of her is instantly relieved to have found him. “Bellamy,” she says quietly. He doesn’t lift his head. “I heard what happened.” Her voice breaks a little. She can’t believe it herself– Octavia, gone.
She expects him to tell her to go away. To shout at her, to do something. but he doesn’t. He just sits on that couch. He doesn’t look up. It’s like she’s not even here.
Heart-rate quickening, Clarke approaches him, sinking onto the couch next to him and putting her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. “Bellamy?”
5 headcanons about Victor annoying Yuuri (or Yuuri annoying Victor)
(these are 100% inspired by chrissy teigen’s tweets, and also by our chats when we were talking about her lmao)
1. victor has taken to doing this thing where he sends yuuri nudes and then says, “sorry wrong person.” it’s funny, it’s really funny, it’s comedy gold—until it isn’t. until at one point yuuri texts back, “no worries, happens to me all the time :p” and then victor realizes. he realizes that he’s never, not once, gotten a nude from katsuki yuuri. “wait what?” he types back, fingers flying over the touch screen. “yuuri? yuuri. who’ve you been sending yours to??” but no response comes, and victor is frantically shoving the groceries into the recyclable bag. he ignores the looks he gets from the cashier and surrounding customers. then he’s stumbling out of the store, pulling his phone out again and hitting call.
“what does that mean?” he asks, no preamble. // “hmm?” yuuri’s voice is nonchalant on the other line, innocent. // “yuuri,” victor whines. // but yuuri only yawns: “sorry, which one are you? i have so many contacts saved under the name ‘boyfriend’ so you’re going to have to identify yourself.”