now crawling back to my cave

and some modern wondertrev because i’m not done drawing them yet. get you a lady who can lift!

companion piece | WW tag

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“I never crawled out of a cave that fast!”

Our colleague Sophie Verheyden is a fanatic speleologist. Quite an advantage when you are a geologist studying speleothems, like stalagmites and stalactites. One of her major discoveries was last year, when she could date stalagmite constructions (containing traces of fire) far into the cave of Bruniquel (Southwestern France) as being 176,500 years old. That indicated that early Neanderthals, well before Homo sapiens, knew how to use fire to circulate in enclosed spaces far from daylight. Just watch this cool documentary.

First footprints  

“Speleology is so fascinating”, Sophie says. She remembers exploring a cave in Italy. “We had to dive through a siphon, a section that is flooded to the ceiling, and climb a 50 meter high waterfall, before we could explore a dozen side galleries. I was walking through the very fine, untouched sand… Looking back, I saw my own footprints, and realized I was the first EVER in that place. You feel mighty and humble at the same time. In one of the other galleries, closer to the river, we discovered a bear ‘nest’, not far from the skulls and bones that had already been found in the main gallery. So, there must have been an entrance nearby, but until now we haven’t found it.”

Crawl!

Speleology is not without danger. “In Mexico I was measuring a cave with an underground river. After a rainstorm the water had risen 50 meters: the calm lake on the cave bottom had turned into a wild underground river. After a week, we could re-enter the cave, but we were still wary of the roaring waters. We constantly listened to the sound of the river. Suddenly, the noise was getting  louder, the water was rising! I never crawled out of a cave that fast!”

(Pictures: First two by Saskia Vanderstichelen/VUB in the Grottes de Han, Belgium. The third by Michel Soulier/SSAC during the exploration of the Bruniquel cave, France)

anonymous asked:

Women can slobber over Sam until they run out of spit but he will always be simple minded. The man has no depth beyond his muscles and love of mountain claiming. He's an average actor, still unknown beyond Outlander, who overplays his role and comes across as full of himself. Fans who fail to see the real Sam and continue to slobber over him only contribute to his mediocrity and ultimate demise. I'm sure most fans will call this Sam hate. I call it reality.

Oookay you all know I’m not Sam’s biggest fan, especially at the moment but this is just harsh and obviously I still care about him because reading this kind of made me want to fight you. The guy isn’t simple minded. Not at all. Yes he has many flaws but he has many amazing characteristics and no matter what happens, nothing takes those away from him. 

He’s extremely intelligent. He seems to be able to hold a conversation with anyone. He’s witty and charming and kind. He’s also shy which only makes him even more endearing. He puts his heart and soul into helping people. He truly cares about the ones he loves and it shows. Just look at the way he worships Cait. He would quite literally do anything for her. 

I may be in the minority here but I think he’s a better actor than Cait. There, I said it. Cait is amazing, but he’s more so. He has a way of captivating me just with a simple look. He’s not even close to average or mediocre. 

He may be full of himself and it’s quite off putting at times, but he works hard for his body and I think because he most likely grew up as the nerdy kid who no one looked twice at, he deserves to be proud of himself.

Obviously I don’t know him personally and never will, but I can say with certainty that he’s a good man. Yes he has messed up. Yes he’s repeatedly made the same mistakes that caused a lot of shippers to be hurt. Yes he associates with attention seeking trashy people for God knows what reason. Yes I kind of want to shake him and ask him WTF he’s been thinking lately, but he’s not a bad person. He’s not. I don’t know what’s going on with him or why he’s not being the best version of himself right now but I believe that guy is still there underneath it all. I may not stick around to see him come back, but I’ll always be rooting for him. And for Cait. I didn’t waste almost three years of my life being a fan for no reason. 

Now I’m going to crawl back into my cave because I’m embarrassed that you’ve made me say all of this, cya! 

Bad Night, Rainy Night Part 2

Part 1



It all started with a simple note. It had been hand written and hastily scribbled on the back of one of Shakespeare’s sonnets. It had said “Clear your schedule on July 12 & 13”. That was it, it didn’t say who it was from or anything; but (y/n) had her guess, only one person knew about her extreme love for Shakespeare…

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It was two days later that the second not came. Again it was on the back of one of Shakespeare’s sonnets, this time though, there was just a location scribbled on the back. In four days it would be the 12 and (y/n)’s mind had started to wander at what Jay was playing at. He had never been too much of a romantic, but maybe Dick had talked him into it.

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It was July 11th when the final note came. It was on Shakespeare’s 18th sonnet with simple directions that read: “Come to the location tonight at midnight and be ready for the most memorable days of your life”. (Y/n) grinned from ear to ear as she rushed to get ready. She scrambled to fix her knotted hair, not sure when the butterflies had filled her stomach. She giggled while doing her makeup, messing up several times because of it. It was ten o clock when she pulled up her leather boots and jacket, slipping out her door, the note with the address clutched in her hand.

(Y/n) heard whispering behind her as she walked to the location on the note. It was a warehouse, suddenly the butterflies felt dead in her stomach as she turned, knowing this wasn’t a good idea after all.

“Not so fast doll face” A large man gripped (y/n)’s arm, pulling her back. She began kicking at the man, doing her best to get away from his iron grip.

“The boss still wants to see you” A second man joined the first, successfully hoisting her off the group, leaving her helpless.

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“Mmmmh red is such a good color on you, I must say!” An eerie voice snapped (y/n) out of her forced sleep. She pulled, only to find her hands and legs bound together, she was laying on the floor in a lot, less, clothing.

“Come out into the light so I can see your face coward!” (Y/n) screamed, doing her best to sit up and cover as much as possible.

“Now now, there’s no need for name calling my dear” (Y/n) waited expectingly until the man stepped into the light. She immediately scooted back as far as possible. His face was hideously pale with a permanent smile and green hair.

“You… you’re… ” (Y/n) tried to form a sentence. To say anything intelligent at all but nothing would come out. Her eyes flickered over the rest of him. He had no gun or other extreme weapon, just a crowbar.

“Pity. And here I thought you had a little more bite to ya. Oh well. Time to get to work” Joker slowly walked towards (y/n) as she sat there, questions beginning to string in her mind.

“Why am I here?” (Y/n) scooted farther back, always keeping herself just out of his reach.

“It’s all because of our dear friend hoodie. It’s our half anniversary soon and I wanted to something special” Joker finally reached down, grabbing a fist full of (y/n)’s hair and yanking her back into the middle.

“But before we get to the main event dearie, I have to give you your souvenir. Tell me, have you ever had a tattoo before?”

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Meanwhile back at the Wayne Manor…

“Jason, get off your sorry ass and let’s go to work. You’ve had your time off now come on!” Dick yelled, banging on his brother’s door. It had been over a week since Jason had visited (y/n) and he had been heartbroken ever since. Now usually this helped to spur him on, but he had been dragging for a long time.

“Tell Bruce I’m done. AND LEAVE ME ALONE!” Jason through his helmet at the door watching as it rolled back slightly on the ground, he laid back on his bed, scrolling through old photos of (y/n).

Dick sighed walking down the stairs when the doorbell rang. He was right there at the door so he opened it, expecting, he didn’t really know what he was expecting but it wasn’t what laid at his feet. It was an old crowbar with a small note that simply read, “I got your love bird”. Dick nearly dropped everything as he ran back up the stairs, pounding on Jason’s door.

“Jay get out here now!” Dick pounded on the door, loosely holding the crowbar in his hand.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Jason roared, standing up and walking to his door. He was done, why didn’t they understand this!

“It’s about (y/n)!” Dick yelled, waiting for the door to swing open. When Jay came out his eyes immediately went to the crowbar and he knew.

“I’m leaving in five whether you’re ready or not” Jay moved past Dick, scooping up his helmet and placing it on. This was his fault, and he was going to fix it.

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“There you go, nearly painless” Joker smiled down at (y/n), taking the strip of leather out of her mouth. Her chest burned from the new tattoo. It was a simple a crooked “J”.

“Now you and hoodie can match!” Joker turned, handing the tattoo machine to one of his henchmen before picking the crowbar back up. (Y/n) immediately scrambled away, knowing the damage that weapon could do.

“Now, now, just relax, we are going to have some fun!” Joker swung, nailing (y/n) in the legs, a scream bursting from her chest.

“Leave me alone you psycho!” (Y/n) did her best to crawl away, pain shooting up through her caves as the Joker’s laugh rang through the empty room.

“I’m far from done with you my dear, very far” With that he swung again, hitting her in her ribs. She could swear something had broken because now her breathes were labored.

“I’ve done nothing to you! I won’t even tell anyone where we are!” (Y/n) tried to stand, she needed to run, but she only fell down once again.

“That’s not the point. Didn’t you here me before? This is all for hoodie!” Joker swung again, hitting (y/n)’s jaw, sending sharp pain throughout her head. Joker repeated this action several times before pausing, the crowbar bloody and bruises already forming on her body.

“Joker! Drop the crowbar and step away from the citizen!” Jay stood on the rafters, a gun in each had, trained on Joker. Joker laughed, opening his arms wide.

“There’s the man of the hour! If you want your girl, you’re going to have to get her!” Joker grabbed a fist full of (y/n)’s hair, dragging her backwards as multiple men with guns began firing at Jay. He dodged, jumping down and firing at the men. (Y/n) squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see any of it, and not wanting to see Jay kill anyone.

The battle raged on as Dick came down joining his brother, he did his best to stay behind him, less he be hit by a stray bullet. He could see (y/n) being dragged by Joker, her skin bloody and bruised.

“Big man is on his way” Dick yelled over the roar of bullets. Jay had yet to kill anyone, instead aiming for arms and legs, leaving them to be fully knocked out by Dick. Dick glanced upward, watching as Joker now struggled to pull (y/n) up some stairs, tears streaming down her eyes. She was awake at least, that was a good sign.

“He can’t get her fast enough!” Jay ran straight ahead, tossing his now empty guns. He managed to catch Joker, landing a hit square in his jaw.

(Y/n) breathed a small sigh of relief, the pressure on her scalp had been released, but her body still screamed. She opened her eyes, catching sight of Jay just in front of her. She reached out, screaming when even the small movement burned. Jay turned quickly, realizing his anger had gotten the best of him. Joker was out and he need to get (y/n) out of this horrible place. Jason scooped up (y/n), doing his best not to aggravate her injuries any further and headed for the door. Bruce burst in at the us moment, looking eyes with Jay for a second before going to fight the nearest bad guy. Jason could feel the tears brimming in his eyes, his old wounds bringing back pain, especially his jagged ‘J’ on his cheek.

“Sorry” (Y/n) mumbled as her head lolled against Jay’s chest. She closed her eyes and allowed the darkness to take her.

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Y/n woke up to the soft beeping of the machine. She slowly looked around, she was hooked up to only a few machines, a good sign. Jason was just outside the door, pacing, his helmet on the edge of (y/n)’s bed. (Y/n) did her best to sit up feeling pain in her chest, the memories flooding back to her.

“J~” Her voice squeaked out as she reached out for him, her voice becoming short. It was then that her legs and arms screamed at her in pain, she could practically hear the mad man’s laugh.

“Shhhh, it’s okay (y/n). It’s okay” Jay cradled (y/n) in his arms, holding on as tight as possible. He knew what she was feeling, he knew all the pain.

“Don’t, don’t leave me again” (Y/n) sobbed, burying her head into his chest. She gripped his shirt, trying so hard to never let him slip through her fingers again.

“I’d never dream of it angel” Jay kissed (y/n)’s forehead, rocking her back to sleep. For now they were going to stay at the mansion until (y/n) was better. After that Jay was going to make (y/n) move in with him so that no one would ever hurt her again. Not on his watch.

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Things I would like to see in DA4

There are a few things regarding Dorian that I would love to see in the next Dragon Age game. Like …

Dorian being the first to greet you in the game
… and then staying at your side, wether as a companion or an advisor.

Lots and lots of interaction with Maevaris
Just imagine all the wonderful banter between these two!

Dorian chatting with his LI via communication crystal
With Bull or the Inquisitor, depending on your personal canon.

Papa Dorian!!!
Seriously, just imagine him as father. Adopting a qunari or elf or dwarf or human. Having his own little family. Trying to make the things right his own parents did wrong.

And of course: Dorian being fiercely protective of his loved ones
Don’t mess with his tiny family.

All in all I just want Dorian to be happy and loved.

Sigh … now excuse me while I crawl back into my cave, waiting for DA4.

Guys. What if Hinata can sing.

• Like, really sing- as in every note that comes out of his mouth is a blessing from above that would make a vicious serial killer want to start an orphanage and donate to the homeless.

• What if Hinata can play guitar and even taught himself; think of how he learned to play by practicing and watching others, just like volleyball.

• Hinata being able to mimic chords just by looking at them one time and sight reading music so quickly that he can learn a completely foreign song and memorize it within an hour?

•Hinata isn’t the volleyball idiot that everyone expects, and actually has a hidden talent that no one would assume.

• But what if Hinata had horrible, horrible stage fright and refused to sing in front of everyone- except Natsu because she never judges his voice and sometimes it’s the only thing that will calm her down after a tantrum or when it’s time for bed.

• And it just so happens that the whole team goes out to a restaurant/bar after a particularly good practice before vacation only to find that it’s karaoke night and anyone is invited.

• Hinata just sits there fidgeting because someone just sang a horrible rendition of Sanctuary and he could crush every person in the place if he just wasn’t scared shitless.

• And Suga is constantly giving the “I know you want to,” look because he may or may not have accidentally walked in on Hinata singing a really gorgeous song when he thought the club room was empty and may or may not have gushed his heart out until Hinata made him pinky promise not to tell anyone. (“Really Hinata? I don’t think a pinky prom-” “Please, Suga-Senpai!!”)

• And then the last call for singers before the DJ goes home goes out and Suga literally kicks Hinata from under the table and how the hell did he do that from the other side of the table so Hinata literally bolts up and stands there for a solid thirty seconds, not really sure where his heart landed on the floor because it certainly didn’t come up with him/that or it’s beating so fast he can’t feel it anymore.

• Everyone staring at Hinata like they’re expecting some sort of speech or joke or proclamation of “We’re Going to Win!”

• Then, as if the actual law of gravity has suddenly reversed itself, Hinata raises his hand and asks if he can go on the stage. He’s actually quite proud of himself that he didn’t throw up while he asked.

• The whole team just stares at him blankly, blinking with food half-hanging out of their mouths. Suga looks like he’s bursting with pride, while Tsukishima looks mildly sick. Hinata won’t dare look any of them in the eye.

• What if they start laughing? What if Noya and Tanaka both can’t hold it in and make a scene? God, Kageyama is right next to him, judging him and Chikara looks like he’s about to ask Hinata to take a drink of water to calm down.

(“Um Hinata, you do know you have to be able to sing, right?” “Christ, Hinata! Sit down! Haha!” “Did someone put something in his food?” He can imagine all the comments that are waiting to come out.)

• But all of a sudden, the guy at the DJ booth comes over and ushers him away to pick a song, leaving Hinata without a chance to back out and run away. He’s stranded near the stage with the entire team looking at his back, and no escape route. The guy asks what song and Hinata suddenly sees a guitar behind the booth, one much like his own and just the sight of a similar instrument calms his down a bit.

• He looks back to see Suga give him a thumbs up, everyone still watching him like they’re half confused and half intrigued- maybe a little scared and Hinata takes a breath. Then asks for the guitar and a mic stand.

• He’s shaking while things are being set up, but holy crap this is actually happening ohmygod someone stop him please just send him off and bury him in a ditch because oh god don’t make me do this-

• The first strum of the guitar is wiry and loud and people flinch and so does Hinata because his nerves are getting to him, dammit! The second strum is easier, the third is softer, the fourth movement of his hand is relaxed and comfortable and suddenly his fingers feel warm and light and his head is clear and the lights are so bright he can’t even see anyone more than five feet away.

• And then Hinata opens his mouth and the entire place goes deathly quiet while lyrics to the acoustic version of “I’m a Believer” pour past Hinata’s lips like they were made to be there.

• He starts singing softly, then gets stronger and more emotional, his eyes falling shut as his hands strum the guitar with practiced ease and his voice fills every room with this calming radiance that no one expected from the shaking, stuttering, hyperventilating kid who walked up literally 40 seconds ago.

• And every single member of the Karasuno Volleyball Club is absolutely dumbstruck because who the hell is he and what did he do with Hinata? Even Tsukishima can’t turn away and even takes off his headphones so he can listen better.

• Asahi is wiping a tear from his eye, while Noya and Tanaka don’t hide their watery-eyed pride for they Kouhai. Daichi looks more at peace than anyone has ever seen him and Chikara’s heart may have stopped beating for a minute. Suga is just sitting there like a smug little shit with a glowing sign above him saying “That’s my kid, start bowing.”

•Then there’s Kageyama; not sure whether he should keep looking at Hinata like a fish out of water or keep his eyes down to hold in the blush of embarrassment.

•And all of them are struck completely silent as Hinata continues to sing with this unearthly voice that is an actual gift. People who weren’t even in that section of the restaurant are crowding in the doorway to see who that beautiful voice belongs to- some women writing down their numbers for after the performance and some men as well.

Guys.

What if Hinata can sing.

And it just turns everybody into better people.

And also a little bit gay.

anonymous asked:

So when's the next update

I’m Working As Hard As I Can. I had a bunch of relatives over the past few days and it’s just been Hell Time with my self esteem and self worth and Dealing With Derogatory Comments From Loved Ones © 

So I fled into my suffering cave and just been catatonic there. But now I’m slowly crawling out and going back to my regular schedule. I reckon it’ll take maybe 3-4 more days or less. 

Up soon:

Dallas hanging up posters of missing persons. “I slur a plea for you to come home. But I know it’s too late, And I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay, Given you a reason to stay”

Like Real People Do

Inspired by the melody of “Like Real People Do” by Hozier. 


BAZ

The weight of Simon’s sleeping head on my shoulder was something I would have killed for at Watford.

Honestly, I could track the years by what my response to this would have been. 

If it had been second year, I would have shoved him off and pinched him. Maybe taken his moment of vulnerability to spit in his ear or something. Twelve year olds are weird.

I felt him sigh against my neck, turning more on the couch to cuddle against me. Bunce had taken a vacation to see her moronic brother Primal, so I’d taken up residence in their flat.

I already had, to be completely honest, but now we didn’t have Bunce griping at us to stop snogging in front of her.

Simon had suggested we watch the last Lethal Weapon movie at 2pm on a Tuesday and had immediately passed out, his snores brushing against my neck and his arm snaked behind me to grip my waist. It was uncomfortable, but I’d sooner crawl back into a numpty cave than move.

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K I’m back from Thanksgiving Dinner AND OMG REYLO

My phone is fucking horrendous and would not let me tag ANYTHING (because I am 5 iPhones behind the current one, what is it, 8?) so I had to wait to get home and reblog properly with spoiler tags and HOLY SHIT GUISE OMG

So now time to reblog the shit out of everything, WE MADE IT GUYS HOLY SHIT!!!!

I’m so proud of my reylo family, and how we’ve come so far and how WE HAVE PROVEN THE STUPID ANTIS WRONG AND NOW THEY’RE CRAWLING BACK INTO THEIR CAVES. LET’S CELEBRATE!!!!!

Originally posted by blackpipecleaner

 Man and the Sea

Free man, you will always cherish the sea!
The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul
In the infinite unrolling of its billows;
Your mind is an abyss that is no less bitter.

You like to plunge into the bosom of your image;
You embrace it with eyes and arms, and your heart
Is distracted at times from its own clamoring
By the sound of this plaint, wild and untamable.

Both of you are gloomy and reticent:
Man, no one has sounded the depths of your being;
O Sea, no person knows your most hidden riches,
So zealously do you keep your secrets!

Yet for countless ages you have fought each other
Without pity, without remorse,
So fiercely do you love carnage and death,
O eternal fighters, implacable brothers! 

Charles Baudelaire

One thing (among many) I love about One Piece is how different and interesting most antagonists are. They have deep and rich personalities, sometimes a cool backstory too, great strength, funny laughters (!), great character designs, etc. But there’s one antagonist we scarcely talk about, and in my (humble) opinion it counts as one of the most - if not THE most - important of them all : the Sea.

If you think about it, One Piece is all about crossing the most unpredictable and dangerous oceans in the world to find a treasure. No Sea, no pirates. No pirates, no One Piece. No One Piece, no fun. Isn’t sailing the perilous Grand Line the first real (and expected) challenge to take up in order to become the Pirate King?

The Sea is the first antagonist Luffy ever met. Shanks used to make fun of him as a child for not being able to swim! Then Luffy became a rubberman, thus making the Sea a mortal enemy. Poor boy doesn’t even know how to navigate on his own! With Nami’s help, he could make it so far to the New World with everyone safe, but how many times have they thought they were gonna die in a storm, swallowed by the Sea’s watery mouth, how often have they feared she would steal them all, take them in her furious arms, bring them against her abyssal womb and cradle them goodbye? How many sea creatures have they faced? How many terribly dangerous phenomenons have they witnessed when the Sea got so angry and violent?

“Wild and untamable" The Sea’s unpredictable, destructive, hazardous. The Sea doesn’t care which side you’re in, won’t consider your position, age, rank, sex, family or friends. Not matter how strong you are, if you ate a Devil’s Fruit or can use haki, the Sea does what she wants. The Sea is brutal yet fascinating and mysterious, moody, bitter and cold as death but also full of life; she’s a restless graveyard (Merry *sobs*), infinitely beautiful, forever untamed, eternally FREE.
Luffy once stated: ”I don’t want to conquer anything. I just think the guy with the most freedom in this whole ocean is the Pirate King!“. I also see it that way: you only get freedom if you can, somehow, understand the Sea. Make it your friend, your ally, your family. Sail with it, not against it. Learn to respect it.

O eternal fighters, implacable brothers!“ Because the Sea isn’t just one antagonist. It’s also the path to everyone’s dreams, the salty string that brought the Strawhats together, their everyday home. It’s the nest of the world! Just like our Blue Planet… just look at the maps to see how vast the Sea is in the OP universe. Even the Wold Government’s flag depicts it: the four dots don’t symbolize different countries or organizations, but the four Oceans: North Blue, South Blue, East Blue and West Blue. And we’re not even talking about All Blue! We’re all children of the Sea… as stated by Whitebeard. The Sea carries everyone’s hopes and dreams, but she can also crush them all in a heartbeat.

"The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul" And eventually… the Sea’ll be there at the end of the Strawhats’s journey. She’ll be the last obstacle to the One Piece, I’m sure of it. And once Luffy finds it, once he reaches his dream and gets the Great Treasure, he’ll finally be… as free as the Sea itself. Her equal, her brother.

Free man, you will always cherish the Sea.

I’m just gonna leave this here and then go crawl into a dark cave and never come out again okay bye 🙈

Lyrics:
How you haunt me still
as I walk out the door to the night
You felt bright
Now the darkness is settling in around me

How you blew my mind
with the things that you did
And the times you kept quiet
I could see in your eyes what you wanted to say

And the things I’d do tonight
Just to have you by my side

I’d do anything, anythin

We’d take two steps back and one step forth
We would conquer the dancefloor
And your dress would look so nice
- were you with me tonight

And I still see that day
with the pain in my heart from when you walked away
How you left me astray
With a broken promise

But here I’m standing now
with a ghost from the past on my arm
and I try not to cry from the harm
of not knowing if you will be back

But the things I’d do tonight
Just to have you by my side

I’d do anything, anything

We’d take two steps back and one step forth
We would conquer the dancefloor
And your dress would look so nice
- were you with me tonight

I would hold you tight – the girl I adore
as we conquered the dancefloor
And a smile would fill your eyes
- were you with me tonight

Oh, you haunt me still

The Dragon Lover And Saviour

It was a foolish plan, going back to Erebor, trying to get rid of Smaug. As a lover of all things who flew, you were in pain when you realized that Thorin and the others wanted to the mighty dragon. You and Thorin had disagreed from the start, with you being an elf, and from Mirkwood nonetheless. It was only because of Mithrandir and Bilbo, that agreed to join, that and Thranduil may have sent you to Gandalf to have you spy on Thorin.

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Prompt: Hi I was wondering if you could do a Bellamy x reader imagine where he says really harsh and hurtful things to her because he misinterprets something that she did and tells her to leave camp and she doesn’t say anything but accepts it and she leaves and he finds out that she did what she did to protect him because she loves him and then he looks for her and he find that she’s hurt. Sorry it’s so long 😁 but you’re writing is amazing and you have a way with words that I could never muster

I’ve done this a little differently than most of my imagines, here I’m going back on forth from PoV’s. I think it works with this particular prompt.

Characters: Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake.
Pairing: Bellamy x reader
Warnings: Bad language.

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“You stole from us, your fucking friends.” Bellamy hisses in your face, his anger building up to the point where he could barely contain it. Hot pink cheeks where speckled with rain drops from the impending shower, a vein prominent at the side of his forehead. Both indications that Bellamy was nearing rage.

“I’m sorry.” You reply simply, wringing your hands as he stares you down with gritted teeth. Keeping your eyes firmly on the ground you try not to allow them to fill with tears. It was heartbreaking knowing that Bellamy was disappointed in you.

“You should be sorry. I don’t know why I ever thought you could be more than a dirty thief.” He sneers, hitting you where he knew it would hurt. It was a low blow, stealing having been why you were put in the Skybox in the first place, and Bellamy knew that calling you a thief would sting.

All you do is sniffle in reply, nodding in agreement to what he had said. Bellamy pauses, waiting for you to defend yourself, but it doesn’t come. Sighing, he turns to the guards at the entrance and waves at them to open the gates to which they promptly comply. With frightened eyes you look over toward the open gate and then back to Bellamy, who now has his arms folded across his shoulders in a guarded stance.

“You’re banished.” He announces, his tone quiet and dejected but also stern. Clearly he was hurting, and you’d done that to him.

Nodding once again you walk toward the exit, Jasper handing you your bag back as you go. No one says a word, all too full with shock to speak.

Tears along with rain spill down your face as you walk around the forest looking for shelter, eventually finding a cave and setting up camp for the night. You build yourself a fire and decide to go out hunting because you’d be getting hungry soon.
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“What the fuck do you mean it was you.” Bellamy growls, sounding more dangerous and furious than O had ever heard before.

“I’m sorry, Bellamy.” Octavia tries, Bellamy looks away in disgust. “But I didn’t know you’d throw her out of camp! I needed the medicine box, I need the pain pills for my detox… She was just coving for me, I didn’t know she’d be banished for it.” She continues, her voice pleading. But Bellamy doesn’t want to hear it. He’s banished you for something his sister has done. You were trying to protect him from finding out the truth and he’d fucking sent you to be captured or killed.

“We’ll talk about this later.” Bellamy gruffs as the walks out of O’s tent, out into the heart of the camp.

With a booming voice he calls out “Re-con mission.” and a group gathers around him, waiting to hear what was going on. “Y/n’s innocent. We need to go out and find her, bring her back here. And we need to do it before nightfall. I need volunteers to come with me.”
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Catching rabbits was a lot harder than Bellamy had made it look, but after an hour or so you’d caught one. As you were making your way back to camp with your dinner, however, you accidentally set off one of the grounder traps and almost got your head cut off. Instead when you saw the blade coming toward you, you stumbled back and fell backwards down a small slump. Rolling to the bottom you immediately grab your ankle, sharp pains running through the muscles.

You’d twisted it. Great.
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“Two west, two east. Two north, I’ll go south.”

“I’ll go with you, Bellamy.” Clarke offers worriedly.

“I want to be on my own right now.” He replies blatantly, too fouced on the task at hand to be nice to the princess.

The team dispatch and Bellamy begins to make his way south. It didn’t take long to find a trail of human footprints leading away from camp.
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“MOTHERFU-”

Standing was not an option, as you had realised from several painful attempts. Which meant that you could only shuffle and crawl your way back to your cold, lonely cave. First the boy you love banishes you and now you’ve got a twisted (or possibly broken, considering the pain you were in) ankle.

“Why me, God?”

“Because you’re stupid enough to admit to a crime you didn’t commit.” A voice replies, causing your eyes to snap up, seeing a wet and miserable look Bellamy Blake standing above you.

“I was protecting Octavia.”

“No, you were protecting me from being forced to banish O. You put my feelings before your own.”

“Well… Yeah.” You mumble, realising that Bellamy must be able to see the amount of love you had for him in your actions and wondering if he reciprocated them.

Bellamy carefully steps down the slump and comes to your side, looking at you for a couple of seconds before putting his attention on your ankle. He inspects it with gentle hands while you watch him, just thankful that he’d come looking for you.

“Fractured, I think. Clarke will be able to tell.”

“I’m allowed to come back?” You ask in joy.

“Don’t be stupid.” Bellamy grunts, leaning down to scoop you up in his arms. You cling onto him, afraid he’ll drop you. “Relax, I’ve got you.” He promises softly, holding you close to him as he begins to walk. You wrap your arms around his neck. “How could you let me bark at you like that, nevermind let me banish you from camp?” He asks.

“I would have been banished if I didn’t take the fall. And I didn’t want that for you.” You answer him honestly. Bellamy stops in his tracks, shuts his eyes tight and groans.

“I’m a horrible boyfriend.”

Immediately your eyebrows shoot up at his wording and you say “Boyfriend?” with a sly grin on your face. At the Bellamy opens his eyes and looks at you for a second, unashamed.

“Yeah. That okay with you?” He questions, trying to sound manly as he does but his heart races in his chest as the words pour out.

“I’ll deal with it.” You reply with a grin, causing Bellamy to nod firmly. The both of you are secretly elated but trying to play it cool. This day had been coming for a long time.

“Good. Let’s get going to the Deopship, I’ve gotta kick my sister’s ass to the Ark and back.”

Saving Smaug

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It was a foolish plan, going back to Erebor, trying to get rid of Smaug. As a lover of all things who flew, you were in pain when you realized that Thorin and the others wanted to the mighty dragon. You and Thorin had disagreed from the start, with you being an elf, and from Mirkwood nonetheless. It was only because of Mithrandir and Bilbo, that agreed to join, that and Thranduil may have sent you to Gandalf to have you spy on Thorin.

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feeling-unlucky  asked:

for the ask thing (i'm gonna spam u a bit, hope u don't mind <3) 12, 34, 37, 38, 53, 74, 94, 111, 135? i'm gonna crawl back in my cave now, byee 💖

Heyy noo I don’t mind at all! On the contrary, I’m always happy to answer to some questions ♥

  • 12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? I literally live for coffe. Like, I don’t think I have blood in my veins but just coffee.
  • 34: What is a color that calms you?  Uhhh purple? Idk, I like to surround myself with purple things 💜
  • 37: What is your eye color?  brown/black :)
  • 38: Introvert or extrovert?  I’m sooo introverted, like I enjoy being alone so much lol when I have to talk to ANYONE I turn into a blushing mess lmao help me please
  • 53: How are you feeling right now? I’m happy tbh. I have a few days left before uni starts again so I can relax 🌙
  • 74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?  Uh idk I’m not that interesting? I like to change hair color a lot? Like, now I have blue hair, a month ago they were pink, before that they were green… Also I have a passion for tattoos :)
  • 94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?  READ MINDS WTF I WOULD PASS MY EXAMS SO EASILY
  • 111: A question you hate being asked?  “Why are you so pale?” WELL I CAN’T SUNBATHE BECAUSE I ALWAYS BURN MYSELF AND GENETICS GAVE ME THE SKIN THAT PEOPLE WITH RED HAIR HAVE THANK YOU MOM, THANK YOU ☹
  • 135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?  Nope:)



Thank you so much for asking♥♥