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“What is this? It falls from the sky!”

“Please stop screaming, shishou, I’ve got us.”

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I don’t wanna hear “what’s up” all the damn time. I’m serious. talk about what you wanna do with your life or your favorite childhood memory or your favorite color and why it’s your favorite color. what you wanna do when you grow up; even if it’s ridiculously unrealistic. what you think about when you look up into the sky at night and if you believe in aliens, ghost, vampires, or zombies. and it doesn’t matter if your opinion is different from mine because everybody’s mind works differently. nor will your opinion always be the same as mine, but it won’t matter because I will fall in love with the way your mind works and how you see everything in this world.
I just think it’s so cool when two people can have a conversation about the most unusual topics and feel completely comfortable with talking about it just because they want to know the way their minds work.

Some Moana Lyrics Sentence Starters

Change pronouns as necessary!

“Sometimes the world seems against you.”
“The journey may leave a scar.”
“But scars can heal.”
“Nothing on earth can silence the quiet voice still inside you.”
“I am everything I’ve learned and more.”
“The call isn’t out there at all, it’s inside me.”
“It’s like the tide; always falling and rising.”
“I wish I could be the perfect daughter.”
“See the line where the sky meets the sea?”
“ No one knows how far it goes.”
“Everything is by design.”
“What is wrong with me?”
“See the light as it shines on the sea?”
“Will I cross that line?”
“One day I’ll know.”
“I have crossed the horizon to find you.”
“I know your name.”
“They have stolen the heart from inside you.”
“This does not define you.”
“This is not who you are.”
“You know who you are.”

Aries: “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” ― Albert Camus

Taurus“Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity”― Novala Takemoto

Gemini: “I leaned out one last time and caught a snowflake on my tongue. They tasted so good, so pure and so divine, like nothing I had ever tasted from the sky.”  ― Shannon A. Thompson 

Cancer: “Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
― Edith Sitwell

Leo“The days are getting colder, have a warm heart.”  ― Unknown 

Virgo: “What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” ― John Steinbeck

Libra“Advice is like snow. The softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon and the deeper in sinks into the mind.”  ― Samuel Taylor Coleridge 

Scorpio: “Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour.” ― John Boswell

Sagittarius: “People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.”  Anton Chekhov 

Capricorn“Love is like the winter, it can be beautiful and peaceful, but also cruel and cold.”  ― Unknown 

Aquarius “I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.”― Jeffrey McDaniel

Pisces: “Kindness is like snow - it beautifies everything it covers.” ― Kahlil Gibran

Yes, you’ll always think of that one reason why your life turns out to be what it’s like now. You’re going to give time for it every single day. Like a rainbow that will suddenly pop out of the sky after it rained, and will also vanish after a few minutes. You’re always going to imagine what your life would be if things happened in a way you wanted it to. Like wishing in a falling star to give you everything you ever wanted. That thing will always disturb your mind, but not until you’ll realize why it has to happen in a different way. Why some of your plans didn’t turn out the way you expected it to happen. Why you made what you thought was the wrong decision. That to figure out life was like solving the biggest and hardest jigsaw puzzle that was invented in history. And sometimes you won’t immediately have all the pieces with you. That sometimes you need to look for it by yourself while discovering some places and meeting a lot of people. You need to discover every single piece in its own time. Someday you’re going to realize that life wouldn’t give you all the answers in just twenty-four hours. That to figure out life wasn’t like a simple question and answer because it would take years—not just a single overnight.
—  ma.c.a // Almost A Lifetime
Keep You Around [P.1] (Newt Scamander x Thunderbird!Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

A/N: As a little background information if you haven’t had time to look into the Ilvermorny houses, the house of Thunderbird represents the soul of the witch or wizard, and favors adventurers.

✩ prompt: no prompt lol

✩ word count: ~900

Keep You Around

It was a typical evening in New York, bitter and cold, as Y/N goes on her nightly walk. 

Y/N lived with two other witches, Queenie and Tina, and as much as she loves their bubbly (and sometimes very loud) company, she sometimes needs her alone time.

Buildings tower over her and people chatter as she weaves her way through the busy streets of Manhattan, and rain threatens to fall above from the huge gray clouds cloaking the evening sky. 

Y/N bundles closer to her jacket, cursing that she didn’t change out of her dress before leaving, the exposed skin of her shins and knees reminding her of what an idiotic choice that was. 

Forging on, Y/N finally arrives at her favorite park and breathes a sigh of relief before following the quaint cobblestone path that runs through it (although walking on cobblestones with heels is a pain in the ass, if you ask her). A twig snaps behind her and she immediately stiffens.

This park was a known meeting spot for witches and wizards, but at this hour, there’s no telling what sort you’d bump into.

She instinctively reaches for her wand inside of her coat, staying completely still as she tries to analyze the situation. 

Something black and small runs past her feet, and the beginning of a spell incantation breaks the silence.

Threatened now, Y/N whips out her wand, “Expelliarmus!” The spell successfully relieves the wizard of his wand then, “Accio Wand.” And the slender wooden wand falls easily into her hand.

She looks up, the man does too, raising his hands in front of himself as if to calm her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Y/N asks.

“Well, er, you see- I’m trying to catch my Niffler.” The man replies, oddly calm, pointing with one hand to the beety eyed creature clinging to a metal park bench.

“You’re what?” Y/N scrutinizes the man, he’s got somewhat wild curly brown hair and a yellow and gray scarf, “Whatever that- that- thing is- you- you can’t use magic in such a public place!”

“I don’t see any muggles around,” The man says, rather innocently, looking around.

“Muggles?” 

“Non..Non-magical beings?”

“You mean no-majs?” 

“Yes, yes,” He replies hurriedly, peaking around your shoulder, “I’m very sorry, Miss, I’ve really got to return him to the others.”

“You know it’s illegal to breed or keep magical creatures in the United States?” 

“Well- um- yes, I do.”

Y/N tilts her head, rather curious about the man, “Who did you say you were?”

“I um, I didn’t-” He smiles nervously, “I’m Newt, Newt Scamander, and I’d really truly appreciate it if you returned my wand?”

Y/N cracks a smile as the man inches closer to her, “I’m Y/N Grimm, and I’d really truly appreciate it if you took me along.”

“Looks like I’m going to have to,” The man- Newt- looks at something behind her, gives her a shy smile, and grabs her arm, “Hold on tight.” 

“What? Where are we-”

And before she could finish her sentence, he had apparated them both, apparating in front of a jewelry store.

“By Greylock, haven’t you a clue of how many rules you’re breaking?” Y/N asks Newt, amused.

“I’ve got a faint idea.” He grins at her before glaring at a small mole looking creature standing perfectly still with necklaces draped over his arm. Newt sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. 

“Is that the niffler?” Y/N asks, laughter in her voice.

“I’m afraid so.” 

And with that, Newt with Y/N right behind him, proceeded to break into the jewelry store, filled with priceless gems. 


“Be very still-” Newt holds an arm out in front of Y/N as he stares down the niffler. 

The two creep closer to the small black creature.

Silence.

They stare at it.

It stares at them.

And just as Newt is beginning to open his briefcase, the Niffler sprints away and Newt lunges after it.

“Newt- Newt,” Y/N reaches out to steady a tall shelf filled with glittering diamonds, “I-I’ve got an idea.”

He looks up at her quizzically, trying to crawl after the small rodent.

“Here- you said the thing likes jewels, right?” 

He nods, looking quite funny half underneath a counter. 

“Well, I suppose we can’t get into more trouble than we’re already in, right?” Y/N grins at the man before removing a hugely over bedazzled diamond and ruby crown and placing it at her feet.

This time it is Y/N telling Newt to stand still as she holds a box expectantly over the crown.

The Niffler looks up. Stares at the crown, and in a second sprinting full speed at it, scuttering across the floor towards the sparkling crown.

Y/N drops the box easily over the small animal, lifting it up momentarily after and giving it to Newt, who is staring at her wide-eyed.

The looks in the box, then back up at Y/N.

“Well I guess I’ll have to keep you around.” He grins at her.

“I guess you will.”


Hope you enjoyed it!!

Let me know if you guys want me to continue this one :)

The good news is the sun still rose even though every
news broadcast said it wouldn’t. Your name didn’t feel
like a paper weight on my chest today. I continued to
breathe even when my lungs were weak from all the
running. I held a knife by its handle and didn’t think
about touching the blade. The birds did not fall from
the sky and the apocalypse got moved to a later date.
My teeth didn’t grind up the words I needed. I got the
blue paint off my hands. I said clean and we both knew
what it meant. You said the fire burned out and I really
was happy for you. I watched you walk away and let
you get so small that it was easier to find perspective.
You had a mouthful of apologies and for the first time
I didn’t want any of them. Without you, I remember
the magic of my own hands. The good news is dying
stars are always the most beautiful.
—  GOOD NEWS, angelea l.
i called you
because i didn’t know what else to do
i called you
because i miss your voice
i called you
because i miss talking to you
i called you
because you don’t call me anymore
i called you
because it was 2 a.m.
and the moon was shining bright
and it was a cold winter night
and i knew that if you were there with me
we would lay on the cement
look at the sky
jump in the lake
and fall through the ice
and i knew that if you were there with me
we would be laughing
we would realize what we’ve been missing
we would be laying under the moonlight
and i knew that if you were there with me
that perhaps my lips might land on yours
so i called you
and you didn’t say much
so here i am
laying on the cement
looking at the sky
not acknowledging the lake
crying
shaking, but not from the frost
so here i am
missing the feeling of your lips on mine
—  c.f.
On Hogwarts Houses

Slytherin is fall evenings, the air crisp but not cold, the setting sun revealing autumn beauty before darkening to show a million billion stars in the indigo inky sky, when the air smells like cloves and cinnamon and smoke from the crackling bonfire. Slytherin is the faint trace of cigarette smoke curling from your lips. Slytherin is sushi, is apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Slytherin is a glass of golden scotch. Slytherin is finding comfort in jeans and a leather jacket, dying your hair and tattoos that are like artwork. Slytherin is pride in your heritage, in what it took to get you here. Slytherin is the warm blossom of accomplishment in your chest. Slytherin is tall boots and long scarves. Slytherin is the person you’d trust with anything and everything, the one you love above all else, the one you’d kill for. Slytherin is not being afraid of the dark, but remembering that night heals. Slytherin is musky forests and the steady soothing rainfall. Slytherin is sarcasm and wit. Slytherin is determination in the face of fear. Slytherin is talking your way out of situations to keep those you love safe. Slytherin is the love that shows itself quietly from day to day, with quiet brushes and unsaid favors, but that rears up in fury to defend if necessary.

And Slytherin is the dark side, the morally ambiguous, the race for whatever it is you desire, shoving others aside. Slytherin is locking yourself in a shadowed corner and curling up, because it’s too much it’s too much it’s too- and wiping the tears and standing anyway, because you can’t stop now, and you can’t show weakness.


Gryffindor is summer, cloudless blue skies and endless green fields. Gryffindor is adrenaline highs and truth or dare. Gryffindor is bright red lipstick and cologne that makes heads turn. Gryffindor is parties that go all night. Gryffindor is fireworks exploding in the sky. Gryffindor is standing up to anyone, friend, foe, or stranger, to tell them they’re wrong. Gryffindor is throwing your friend a beer and jumping on their lap to take a nap. Gryffindor is the love of horror games. Gryffindor is steak and burgers, Gryffindor is spicy curry. Gryffindor is taking the risk, making the leap, no matter the odds. Gryffindor is raising your hand in class. Gryffindor is passionate love, whether it be romantic, platonic, or otherwise, that sees no difference in a hand picked wildflower and a diamond necklace as long as it makes the recipient happy. Gryffindor is defending, even if it’s defending someone you hate against someone you love, because Gryffindor stands up for what is right.

And Gryffindor is recklessness, the uncontrollable emotion, the carelessness with laws and rules. Gryffindor is choosing the ‘morally correct’ option even if it means more are hurt. Gryffindor is solving things brashly, physically, and only making everything worse.


Ravenclaw is winter peace and blizzards. Ravenclaw is the beauty of white snow against evergreens and a baby blue sky. Ravenclaw is the sharpness and cutting edge of a cold breeze, the glint of a metal blade. Ravenclaw is the silence of a library, lost completely in a world of ink and screens and words. Ravenclaw is a glass of wine and an old friend. Ravenclaw is martial arts and street smarts, Ravenclaw is always asking why, Ravenclaw is pages filled with writing and doodles and diagrams. Ravenclaw is telling dirty jokes in code so no one can tell why you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe and the teacher can’t read the notes you were passing in class. Ravenclaw is failing a class because you couldn’t be bothered to read or do homework, it was too boring and you had other things. Ravenclaw is challenging the status quo and 'there’s always another option’. Ravenclaw is citrus and a stash of junk food that you always seem to eat right away. Ravenclaw is learning a new language because you want to. Ravenclaw is an innocent face that can hide the dirtiest mind. Ravenclaw is a pile of books that you’ll read - you will, you promise - one day. Ravenclaw is looking up and… hell, when did it get to be three thirty AM, you have classes in five hours, you… another half hour won’t hurt. Ravenclaw is love that happens slowly, like creeping ivy, till one day you wake up and realize it’s ensnared you tightly and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

And Ravenclaw is addiction, to coffee, to drugs, anything to get that clarity and that swooping feeling. Ravenclaw is coldness, is locking away resentment to fester, is 'revenge is a dish best served cold’. Ravenclaw is shutting up and never asking for help, because you’re smart enough, capable enough to handle it. Because you have to.


Hufflepuff is tea and sweaters and punching someone in the face because they need to shut up, calm down, or get the sense knocked into them. Or just because the punch was really satisfying. Hufflepuff is spring, Hufflepuff is winter melting away and basking in the sunlight. Hufflepuff is singing loudly to Journey and Queen. Hufflepuff is having the messiest rooms and yet knowing exactly where to find everything. Hufflepuff is 'there’s no such thing as too much chocolate’. Hufflepuff is one too many glasses of champagne so the world feels like sunshine. Hufflepuff is honestly not giving a damn what anyone else thinks. Hufflepuff is 'you’re never too old for…“ Hufflepuff is beating the crap out of people who destroy what a Hufflepuff believes in. Hufflepuff is prank wars that spiral out of control. Hufflepuff is getting shit done while everyone else argues. Hufflepuff is refusing to fit into the mold, which results in hufflepunks as well as Hufflepuffs in every dormitory because they have friends in every house and no one minds a 'puff sleeping over now and then. Hufflepuff is honey badger don’t care and angry momma bear. Hufflepuff is staying up till three am to talk someone out of depression, out of suicide, out of something stupid, convincing them how amazing and how loved they are. Hufflepuff is enduring scorn. Hufflepuff is a bumblebee hat on a Slytherin’s head because, despite whatever your mascot may be, YOU are a human and humans have ears and just wear the damned hat you asshole; a plate of supper next to a Ravenclaw and if you don’t eat it I will shove it down your throat with my own claws; a tightly wrapped bandage around a Gryffindor’s sprained arm and a surprisingly painful punch to the other shoulder because you NEED to stop nearly dying, thank you. Hufflepuff is loyalty, is true friendship, not the plastic My Little Pony stuff but the true friendship. Hufflepuff is the first ones to get Netflix running at Hogwarts, despite magical interference.

And Hufflepuff is loneliness, is the intense desire for friendship. Hufflepuff is having to deal with derision and scorn. Hufflepuff is the sting of betrayal and abandonment that cuts so much more deeply then with others. Hufflepuff is loyalty placed in the wrong ideal, Hufflepuff is loving the wrong person. Hufflepuff is drowning in emotions that bring panic attacks.

tl;dr

Slytherins are NOT evil.
Gryffindors are NOT assholes.
Ravenclaws are NOT heartless.
Hufflepuffs are NOT weak.

Thank you and have a nice day.

Basically how the Zeref fight is going down.
  • Natsu: *about to kill Zeref and also sacrifice himself*
  • Happy: DON'T DO IT DUDE.
  • Natsu: DUDE I GOT TO DO IT
  • Happy: HELL NAH DUDE ITS GONNA SUCK IF YOU DIE
  • Natsu: BUT I GOTTA-
  • *loud rumbling coming from the distance*
  • Zeref: the fuck is that?
  • *stars from falling from the sky and the earth shakes*
  • Happy: NATSU YOU DID IT NOW.
  • Natsu: SHITHSITHSITSHITSHIT
  • Zeref: No dude seriously what the fuCK is that?
  • *loud roars coming closer*
  • Zeref: SHIT IS THAT ACNOLOGIA
  • Happy: NO DUDE WORSE
  • Lucy: DRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGNEEEEEEL
  • Natsu and Zeref: SHIT WHICH ONE DOES SHE WANT
  • Lucy: *grabs Natsu*
  • Lucy: what the fuCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TRYING TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR FAIRYTAIL? HELL FUCKING NAH ARENT YOU THE ONE THAT'S ALWAYS STOPPING EVERYONE FROM KILLING THEMSELVES? YOU STOPPED ERZA AND GRAY AND NOW YOU'RE TRYING TO DIE? I DON'T THINK SO MISTER "YOU DON'T DIE FOR YOUR FRIENDS YOU LIVE FOR THEM." DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING MAD I AM RIGHT NOW OH MY GOOOoOoOood NATSU IF YOU WERENT SO CUTE I SWEAR I WOULD RIP YOUR FACE OFF RIGHT NOW. WE ARE GOING BACK TO FAIRYTAIL RIGHT THIS INSTANT AND WE ARE GONAN COME UP WITH ANOTHER PLAN TO KILL ZEREF OKAY? JESUS NATSU YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK HOW DARE YOU. YOUARENEVERRUNNINGOFFWITHOUTPERMISSIONAGAINWHYMUSTYOUALWAYSBESOGUNHOANDRECKLESSYESIKNOWYOUHAVEMATUREDBUTSTILLHOWCANYOUEVENTHINKOFDOINGTHAT-
  • Zeref: oh my god she's terrifying
  • Happy: Yeah I can't believe Natsu wants to marry her.
  • Lucy: *snaps head upward* whAT
  • Natsu: Happy! WHAT THE HELL MAN.
  • Zeref: oh dude ive been there
  • Lucy: you wanna whaT
  • Natsu: Lucy pls-
  • Lucy: YOU WANTED TO MARRY ME BUT THEN YOU WERE GONNA KILL YOURSELF?
  • Natsu: UH
  • Lucy: I WANT TO MARRY YOU TOO.
  • Natsu: wait what-
  • Lucy: *starts shaking Natsu* WERE YOU GONNA MAKE ME A FUCKING WIDOW OR SOMETHING DRAGNEEL? OH MY GOD YOU WERE HOW DARE YOU LEAVE YOUR WIFE TO MOURN OVER YOU HOLY SHIT HELL NO WE ARE GETTING MARRIED RIGHT NOW IM NOT ABOUT TO LET YOU DIE WHEN WE COULD JUST GET MARRIED *begins dragging him back to the guild*
  • Happy: WAIT FOR ME
  • Zeref: ah damn they left
  • Soldier: sir what do we now?
  • Zeref: hold on the attack for like a week. I can't let my lil bro die a virgin. I'm not thAT evil.
  • Soldier: weren't you about to die a virgin?
  • Zeref: shut uP TRAVIS
I don’t want to fall in love. I don’t want to break my heart like fragile glass upon the words that they tell me. I don’t want to fall in love. But now there’s this ache that I can’t exactly explain because although I don’t want to fall in love, I want to fall in love with you. I want to watch the color of your eyes change as the sky does, I want to watch them shift from that fantastic green to the glittering gold that lies just below them. I want to see you smile and make your stupid jokes that aren’t funny but always make me laugh, I want to see the red in your cheeks rise with emotion. I want to feel your hair that is like burnished gold personified. When I heard your voice when you were about to go to sleep I felt something dangerous because I know I wouldn’t exactly mind falling asleep next to you. When I look at you I feel something dangerous because I know that if we were to sit in front of the most beautiful sunset that man had ever seen, my eyes would still be on you. I want to know what makes you tick and what makes you smile, I want to know your favorite movie and if you prefer oceans to forests or vice versa. I want you to be happy. When you don’t seem happy like you always do, I feel something dangerous, because I want so dearly to give you something that’d make you so. And that’s the most dangerous thing of all. Because although I don’t want to fall in love, I want that something to be me.
—  a.p. (10.6.16) I don’t want to fall in love, I want to fall in love with you

We’re sitting on our living room floor, with our faces pressed against the window. You’re watching the rain fall, hitting the ground and forming puddles that you’ll splash me with later when we go out for a walk. I’m watching you, because you’re more beautiful than the rainy autumn sky. You’re a different kind of beautiful, the type of beautiful that makes me stop mid sentence to kiss you on the cheek, or that stops me from listening to what you’re saying because I’m focusing on the sparkle in your eyes when you talk about something you love. You’re the type of beautiful that can’t be captured in words. No words could do you justice.

Order from Your Commander (part 1)

Originally posted by cla-rke

Request: Could you do an imagine where you’re the commander and Bellamy falls in love with you??

Word count: 1,531

(A/N: I took a different approach when writing this, so let me know what you think! Also, if you want to see a part 2, if you could shoot me a message that’d be great :) ) 

Y/n could remember the day the Sky People came to earth very clearly. She and a couple of her people were on a hunting trip, trying to gather supplies for a feast celebrating the three year anniversary of her people’s liberation from the Ice Nation. They were corrupt and evil, and after several months of battle, they surrendered. Three months later, Y/n and one hundred of the former Ice Nation hiked up a mountain and to an empty field. The people appointed Y/n as their new leader and were comically named the Free People by nearby clans.          

 The feast was on the same day they landed. The Free People all thought it was a shooting star, but as it got closer and closer, they realized it was something different. It landed right outside of Y/n’s land. Not knowing who these people were, she stayed back to study them. They quickly set up civilization, scavenged for food and water, and laughed and partied. They were incredibly smart, but also a threat. They kicked out their own people, banishing these newcomers to discover the dense forest by themselves.

 Y/n’s people wanted to retaliate, to claim the land they all fought so hard for. She made them wait, though. She wanted the newcomers to feel welcome in their new home, and then attack them when they were vulnerable.

 It had been two months since they came to earth, and the new people, conveniently named the Sky People, had yet to discover the Free People’s village. Feeling safe and comfortable, Y/n decided to go out into the forest for some peace and quiet. The guards were reluctant to let her go, but she insisted. While she loved being the Free People’s commander, she missed her freedom more than anything. She couldn’t go anywhere without an escort. But she knew these woods better than any of the guards, so she was sure she’d be fine.

There was a clearing about a mile south of the camp that she would go to when she needed to think. It was on the bank of a wide stream, and the grass surrounding it was so green it looked unreal. Flowers blossomed on the stream’s edge and birds chirped lightly in the trees. The sky was overcast, but you were just thankful it wasn’t raining yet. Y/n pulled her jacket closer to her as a wind passed through.

 She was humming a light, delicate tune and throwing rocks into the stream, completely unaware of the people behind her. Three men from the Sky People had followed her to the clearing. Murphy, Bellamy, and Miller hid behind a large tree as they watched.

 “There’s no way she could fight us off. Let’s just grab her and go.” Murphy whispered. They were planning on taking her back to the camp to question her about the Free People and surrounding groups.

 “On my count…1…2…3!” Bellamy shouted. The three jumped out into the clearing and circled Y/n before she could register what was happening. Murphy grabbed her from behind, but she kicked out, right into his knee caps. Murphy doubled over in pain as Miller raced to tackle Y/n. They toppled to the ground and Y/n struggled to gain dominance over him. She got on top of him and punched his face a few times, stopping only when she heard the snap of his nose breaking. Bellamy picked her off of Miller and pinned her arms beneath his so she couldn’t take a swing at him. She kicked, but he was much taller than she was.

“Put me down!” Y/n shouted.

 “She speaks.” Murphy replied sarcastically. “I wonder what else she has to say.”

 Bellamy was much stronger than she was, and it took very little time for him to tie her arms around her back. He tied her legs together too, leaving just enough room for her to walk. Bellamy dragged Y/n by the hands while Miller and Murphy trailed behind. The walk wasn’t long, but long enough for Y/n to realize she was nowhere near her camp, which meant she was nowhere near her people.

 The Sky People’s camp was coming together nicely. They had built a giant wall and gate that two gunmen guarded. They opened it when they save the three men approaching. Y/n tried to hide her amazement, but couldn’t help but notice the amazing technology. Bellamy tugged on her ropes when she started to lag behind.

 “Where’s Clarke?” Bellamy asked a guard. His voice was deep and rough, and he spoke with authority. ‘Is he their leader?’ Y/n thought.

 “Drop ship.” The guard responded. They walked towards a giant, metal building. It looked exactly like the ship Y/n remembered on that day they arrived. They walked up a ramp and into a tiny room lined with weapons and makeshift beds. The weapons they had were unlike anything Y/n had ever seen. It was a good thing the Free People had not attacked, for the Sky People’s weapons were much more advanced and deadly.

 “Who is this?” Clarke questioned, eyeing Y/n suspiciously. Y/n couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was, and how innocent she seemed. But Bellamy appeared to answer to her. Was this their leader?

 “Don’t know. Found her in the woods. Thought she might have some useful information.” Murphy replied.

 Clarke walked up to Y/n and continued to survey her. “Who are you?”

 “I am nobody.” Y/n answered.

 “Nobody huh?” Clarke took a couple steps back. “You should just let her go.”

 “Let me at least try to get some information out of her.” Bellamy said. Clarke shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the drop ship. Y/n was back to being alone with the three men who had captured her. She didn’t know what she was going to do. Her guards would recognize soon that she was missing and would come searching for her.

 Bellamy shoved Y/n toward a ladder and pointed for her to climb it. It took her a bit longer than expected due to the ropes still hanging around her wrists and ankles. Bellamy, Murphy, and Miller followed suit. Bellamy grabbed Y/n’s wrists, untied the rope, and wrapped her wrists in ropes that hung on the wall. He left her feet the way they were.

“I don’t understand why you are keeping me captive. I have done nothing.” Y/n said, looking into Bellamy’s eyes as she spoke.

 “We don’t know you. And we don’t like people we don’t know. What’s your name?” He asked as he tied the ropes tighter.

 “Y/n.” She replied.

 “What group are you with?”

 “The Free People.” She saw no point in lying about that detail.

 “Haven’t heard of them.”

 “There are lots of groups around here you don’t know about. I understand you’ve been lucky enough to meet TriKru, yes?” Bellamy looked up at the mention of the Grounders. Y/n continued, “They’re a strong group. Kind too, if you don’t cross them.”

 “Yeah, we already messed that one up.” Murphy smirked at Y/n. She could already tell she wasn’t going to like him very much.

 Bellamy walked over to Miller and Murphy, and took a seat on an overturned crate. Y/n took this time to really examine him. He was tall and muscular with dark, curly hair and olive skin. He wore a black tshirt and jeans, and jacket like the guards had on outside.

 Bellamy took this time to examine Y/n, too. She was of average height but with strong, lean muscles. Her face was composed, and she showed no signs of fear. Most people would be fighting back, or at least sweating. That’s how Bellamy knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth. No one is that composed unless they have to be.  

 “What do you know about us?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence that had formed.

 “That you come from the sky and that you are survivors.” Y/n replied.

 “What does that mean?” Murphy snapped.

 “You all aren’t from here, and have managed to find food and water, make shelter, and fight. You’re survivors.”

 “How do you know this?” Bellamy stood up from his seated position.

“Your arrival didn’t exactly go unnoticed. You landed in shared territory between my people and the TriKru. You’ve held TriKru off so far.”

 “Why haven’t your people attacked?” He neared Y/n and was almost chest to chest with her. Y/n looked into his deep brown eyes; she took note of the pain and exhaustion in them.

“We haven’t found a need to. You haven’t retaliated against us yet.”

 “But if you did you would have the upper hand. I don’t understand…” Bellamy started.

 “Things aren’t always about having the upper hand. You are newcomers, we already have the upper hand, war or not. We recently fought a war with people who deserved it. As of right now, your people don’t deserve it.” Y/n calmly replied. Bellamy was taken aback by this answer, by the honesty and sincerity in her words. He blinked and opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. After studying her face for a minute, he turned around and headed to the ladder hatch.

 “Miller, keep watch. I’m going to take a nap.”

part 2

i can’t believe this like, lando and luke really don’t have that many scenes together in the OT but then those scenes are just so fucking intimate for no reason ??

literally the first time they meet luke is falling from the sky and lando catch him, what kind of first meeting 

then there’s that scene in the falcon where lando just grip luke’s shoulder and luke nod back at him like they have a whole conversation with lando asking luke if he’s ok but also telling him at the same time you’re going to be ok and i’m here and luke is like “i’m ok” but also “thank you” ??? and then lando casually touches luke’s waist and his hand lingers ?? like it’s no big deal …like those two didn’t just fucking met !!! wtf

and then there’s that nod shared between them in rotj when lando is disguised as one of Jabba’s men and Luke is just about to be Extra™ and backflip, so much is shared through that nod, the weight of the time spent together creating this ridiculously complicated plan, a glimpse of the deep understanding they have of each other … truly unbelievable

youtube

This is just… so… beautiful, I cried 😭😭

I’ve been reading and noticing the gifset posts about this comparison - about Kara’s perfect partner - on Tumblr… And at that time, I was like, “well yeah duhh they are perfect for each other she got what she asked for.. she finally found her perfect partner. I knew that, they are canon #karamelforever” without really remembering about that scene Kara and James had.. But watching this video, and see Kara’s desperation to find her “perfect partner” and now she finally found one… Let me tell you, if I haven’t fallen for Karamel, if it’s even possible for me to fall even harder for Karamel than I am right now, I am possibly falling even more more harder - from the top of the sky the furthest planet in the galaxy to the deepest side of the earth - for Karamel now. Thank you Melissa and Chris for playing this role amazingly! ❤

And now - geez my heart is so full it’s going to burst rainbows, I’m just gonna say it one more time a little louder for the people in the back :
“THEY ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER, SHE GOT WHAT SHE ASKED FOR. SHE FINALLY FOUND HER PERFECT PARTNER. THEY ARE CANON AND NO MATTER WHERE THEIR STORY LEADS AND HOW THEIR STORY ENDS #KARAMELFOREVER IN MY HEART”