i have never found a bother vin ship that literally works in every, EVERY, situation the same way bellarke does.

With the announcement that The 100 is ending with season 7 I would just like to say, that they better give these characters the endings they DESERVE. Or I will RIOT.

Preach

Beliza is MARRIED!!!!!!!! AW, MY HEART!!!!! 😄❤❤❤❤❤

IM SHOOKETH BUT ALSO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY. I WISH THEM ALL THE BEST FROM HERE. MY TWO FAVES ON MY FAVORITE SHOW GETTING MARRIED. I FEEL BLESSED.

I think a lot of the fandom can agree at this point that Clarke mothafucking Griffin deserves some goddamn credit for once.

Avengers: Infinity War

I left a part of me in the cinema

I just.............it was worth the wait..........but my soul has broken

“Erchomai, it said.I am coming.”

City of Heavenly Fire next week!! Are we already freaking out?! I know I am!

Merry Christmas to all my fandoms

No matter who you are I hope you have an amazing day

Merry Christmas Tumblr . I wish everyone a wonderful day and too all my fandoms.... I'm glad to be part of our crazy family . Luv you all❤️

I’m stuffing my qeue

with all of my ships. Because I’m having a free weekend with hubby. Don’t shoot eachother while I’m gone :-)

Just ..... yes. Relatable as fuck.

I just wanted to thank Bellarke for never letting me forget what an oxymoron is. Tomorrow I have a poetry exam. 

Remember this when they tell you to go study and leave that stupid show. Ha! 

(Actually, it’s probably best if you DO study, I CAN’T BE A BAD INFLUENCE)

I actually rembered what an oxymoron was in English class specifically because of Bellarke so yeah I can relate.

Wowowowowowow, I love some icons radioing the loves of their lives every single day even though they’re separated by space and time and haven’t ever heard anything back. 

Legends only.

boop!    for @hdwyn

You know enough about mythology to fit yourself in media res.

Just another tragic figure, not a hero, addled by gods until you find yourself over the bodies of the loved ones you have slaughtered.

But you never see the gods.

Instead, you blame yourself: your human pride, your foolish heart, your fatal flaws; you beg to bear the burden, too.

To call you Atlas seems apt, yet it is only near truth. Atlas is her, but you are by her side, taking what weight you can.

What you are is Prometheus, desperately in love with the human race.

You have chained yourself to the rock, you self-sacrificial fool; you let them rip pieces from you day after day, rushing to regrow them so you can give more, still more, you shove your heart at anyone who will take it, please take it, take the fire I stole for you at the price of my soul.

I did it out of love.

But we have digressed. You have been a piece of Atlas, allowing the world to drop to save your people; you have been Prometheus, a brother, a leader, a victim; but now, poor boy, you are Orpheus.

She was firmly in your heart before the snake stole her—almost stole her. You saved each other. It was almost okay.

The snake returned in another skin, was slain again, returned again, and now you see her dragged to Hades before your eyes.

You know this story, know it with your head, not your heart. Your soul is filled with oxymorons, with just one choice.

You are not allowed to look back.

You are not allowed to look back as you leave her behind.

There is a bitter twist in the story this time: she always dies.

You stare ahead. You leave her. She dies.

You turn back. You cannot abandon her. You cannot save her. She dies. You die. Your makeshift family, pieced together from fragments of hope and loss, is destroyed in an instant and it is your fault.

You know what she would do.

Orpheus was a faithless fool, but you understand. It feels like a glimpse of her would quench the fire on your tongue as you stare at the burning underworld.

You do not envy the final image of Eurydice that you lack.

You would set yourself aflame to keep from seeing her melt into dust as you watch.

But you can’t imagine Orpheus, having seen that,

Still believing, just a little, that they may meet again.

                                               –––  immortality is a myth and a curse (m.m.m.)

Omg I love this it's so beautiful

An amazing man and artist gone . My childhood will never be the same. #RIPChester