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[duskandstarlight]

The Girl (Nessian fanfic)

Notes: I needed angst and raw Nessian so... here we are. I have no idea if this is a prologue or a one-shot at this moment in time ( I think it's a prologue...) But here you are, a gift to you all because I am so shit at posting / writing these days...

And because it's not my jam writing-wise, now is the time to highlight that this will not be a pregnancy fic.

Prologue Cassian

It’s winter when he meets The Girl. Solstice lights are strung around the city and the music playing in the cramped bar is essentially a questionable mix of eighties, garage music and festive bangers that people scream along to until they’re hoarse.

Amongst the writhing bodies, Cassian spots her. Scarlet cami, hair like honey. He watches her for too long, the way her hips move to a rhythm nobody else quite seems to get like she does, the length of her ponytail as it swings to and fro. 

When she turns and meets his eyes, he’s a goner. And at the end of night, when he backs her into his apartment, he realises quickly that whoever this girl is, she takes what she wants and he’ll take what he can get.  

None of it takes long. 

It’s electric. It’s fire. It’s as if alone, they are both embers - but together they are the wind that ignites the spark, burning up a frenzy. His mouth on hers, the length of her hair wrapped around his palm whilst her fingers bite at his scalp. Her legs clamped around his hips as she unzips him and sinks down. 

It’s obscene that Cassian doesn’t think about protection. It’s there in the back of his mind, this small niggle. But he bats it away, marvelling instead at the pull and push of this primal attraction he’s never had before, relentless as the tide as it rushes back only to curl over inside of him again and hook him right back in.

When it’s over, Cassian has the distinct impression that he’s lost something, so he keeps his head buried in the crook of her neck a little too long. She smells like jasmine and vanilla and salt. Cassian feels as if he’s been shattered from some great height.

And then she’s untangling herself from him and tugging up her leather-look leggings over her hips, tucking her breasts back into her bra and pulling the scarlet satin cami back over her head. 

Cassian is still not quite back in the room when she grabs for her bag. Her voice is scratchy and thick with what they’ve just done. “It’s been fun.” 

The words have him scrambling up from the couch but his jeans are caught around his ankles.

“Hey,” he says as he manages to stand. The zipper jams in his shirt and he mutters a series of curses under his breath.

By the time he’s turned, the front door is shutting. 

She’s let herself out.

In all Cassian’s time sleeping around, he’s never seen such a quick exit. 

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[verbam]

NSFW 3 and 9 for bellarke? ❤️

3. Any kinks they clash on?

Clarke realizes she likes it kind of rough. Not just the bed shaking, hard fucking that they’ve gotten really good at, but she likes the feeling of Bellamy holding her down, matching her strength with his, his hoarse laugh when she playfully twists free and he bears her back down into the mattress. Her mind wanders down darker lanes of fantasy she’s never tried but is curious too. Her fingers are drawn to the rope that they tie of sacks of grain with, mend fences with, and she wonders what it would be like for Bellamy to tie her wrists with this, immobilize her so he can fuck her however he wants and all she could do would be to stay still and present for it, giving and taking in a wonderful, inescapable way. 

She tells Bellamy, finally, what she wants, and she sees it on his face how far from into it he is. The thing is, he has no issue being a little rough with her, he knows she’s strong enough to take it, and both of them like the finger shaped bruises that map across both their bodies. But when she offers him the soft rope, Bellamy baulks.

She gets it, she thinks, even as she tries to quell the disappointment. They’ve each witness the other battered and beaten and restrained in violence so many times before. For Clarke, it would freeing to trust Bellamy to tie her up and be good to her. For Bellamy, it comes too close to the dark, dangerous parts of himself that he still can’t quite reckon. He knows he’d never hurt her, that realistically, it could be fun. But every time he thinks of it, he sees Clarke, younger, more vulnerable in ways neither of them knew back them, with rope and chain and even cuff marks biting into her skin. 

9. Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

It’s funny, that as much as they themselves are somewhat two sides of the same coin, the head to the others heart and the heart to the other’s head, the physical side of their relationship holds oddly similar dualities. Words get them hot. The sounds they make, even when they have to muffled and mindful of Madi in the next room, it drives them both crazy. “Fuck, look at you,” and “god, just- just- like that with your tongue,” and “Getting close? No come on, you can take a little more” and “oh my fucking god Bellamy,” -- sometimes Clarke thinks they could take each other off with minimal touching, and half of her is curious to try.

It’s silence that turns them off. Or more than that, non responsiveness. It’s never really intended to happen, but sometimes, given what they’ve been through, memories surface at inconvenient times. They’re not always bad, but certain touches conjure old lovers, a oddly phrased comment or subtle movement can make de ja vu damaging. There’s nothing worse than realizing you’re fucking someone who has suddenly, unintentionally checked out. It’s happened to both of them, and the deep, gut wrenching guilt and horror of it usually kills whatever vibe they’ve got going that night. 

They make up for it though. They coax each other back with gentle touch and murmured affections and reminders of where they are and who they’re with. It’s never personal, it’s just a reality, and they both are grateful that at the very least, they’re with someone else who understands.

[hawthornewhisperer]

bellsqueen replied to your post “man that episode was bellarke af”

the scene where clarke is looking up and the camera goes up to the sky and bellamy is looking down at earth out the window. OKKKKKK

VERY SUBTLE THERE WAS ZERO BELLARKE FORESHADOWING AT ALL

[scuttleboat]

Fanfic asks, 8,9 & 1

Ooh! Fanfic memes!  List post here. You’re welcome to send me asks.

8. Bed sharing or roommates AU?

Bed sharing HIGH KEY. I dunno why but roommates AU don’t get me that jazzed. I’ve read and enjoyed many, but it’s not my particular kink. But BED SHARING. 😍

9. Fake dating or arranged marriage?

Pretend relationships are all my flavors of jam. But I’d combine them to be fake married. Like, under cover fake married. Makes the stakes feel higher.

1. If you’re an author, how many WIPs do you currently have? (Be honest!)

*SHRIEKS*

Okay, so, I’m just gonna post here in graphic form. This is from my fic notes folder. Some of these are WIPs and some are outlines and/or concepts that are not being done. I’ve crossed off duplicates and finished fics.

Yep. And THIS IS ONLY FOR MY t100 FOLDER. I think the first kiss starry night one i actually did post as a shortfic for Pieces of Earth, but there you go. That’s my working fanfic list for my current fandom. I absolutely took the effort to make custom screenshots bc i didn’t want to count them.

[prosciuttoe]

ooooooh ‘i got caught staring at my adult neighbour raking up a bunch of leaves in their backyard and jumping into them and now have to awkwardly pretend i saw nothing’ au

A|N: Prompt is a little tweaked, but I hope you like it! x

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Clarke’s new neighbor is… a bit of a mystery, to say to least.

He’s moved in for close to a month now, and other than the Blake carved on his mailbox, she knows next to nothing about him. But from what she can tell, he seems to be kind of a grump— blasting NPR at all hours of the night, only emerging from his house from time to time to retrieve packages and clear his garbage. Plus, there’s an actual sign on his lawn that says ‘no solicitors’, like he’s some sort of modern day scrooge or something, which she’s pretty sure is an indicator of his massive assholishness.

So yeah, she’ll admit that it’s a little unexpected to catch him jumping into a pile of leaves one fine Tuesday.

It happens out of nowhere, really— one minute he’s raking leaves, his dog pacing the length of the fence— and the next minute he’s just buried in them, reddish gold leaves fluttering everywhere and drifting into her yard.

If she didn’t know any better, she would have assumed that he slipped or something, but there’s this huge, wide grin on his face; striking in a way that makes her lift her head from her sketchpad. It changes his face entirely, makes him look boyish, almost, and objectively, she’ll admit that her new neighbor is unreasonably attractive.

Still, she doesn’t even realize that she’s staring until he’s looking right at her— brow cocked and a frown twisting at his lips.

It’s an effort to keep a straight face, considering how his ears are flushed red, hands planted on his hips as if to convey his indignation at her having witnessed his moment of fun. Relenting, she waves, shooting him a cheery smile, “You okay there?”

He blinks over at her, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. “Yeah,” he says finally, clearing at his throat. “I, uh. Slipped. Cerberus got in the way.”

“Right,” she says, glancing pointedly over at Cerberus, apparently more concerned with scratching at itself and standing nowhere close by to him. “Sure,” she continues, mild. “That makes sense.”

She probably isn’t as smooth as she thinks, because he’s scowling over at her now, brows furrowed and arms crossed— and it’ll be intimidating if he wasn’t still blushing. “He was right here five seconds ago.”

“Uh huh.”

“You sound like you don’t believe me.”

“Generally,” she quips, pulling a face, “people aren’t laughing when they slip into a pile of leaves. Maybe it’s just a you thing.”

“Just— shut up,” he huffs. “I’m— fine. You caught me, okay? I jumped into that pile of leaves.”

It’s probably not the best idea to keep teasing him about it considering how he’s about three different shades of red, but he’s cute, and Clarke wants to keep talking to him, if she’s being entirely honest. “Dare I ask why?” she teases, cocking her chin over at him.

“For fun,” he shrugs, kicking at a leaf. Then, smirking over at her, “Which is something you look like you could use more of, Princess.”

“Seriously?”

He gestures over to her halo of braids, his smirk only growing bigger. “If the shoe fits.”

“I’m plenty fun,” she counters, setting her sketchbook down onto her lap. “I’m— a connoisseur of fun, okay? You should have seen me in college. I was a total party girl.”

“Okay,” he says, with the jerk of his chin. Smug, like the cat that got the cream. “Prove it.”

She follows the line of his gaze, her stomach bottoming out at the sight of her neatly raked pile of leaves. “You’re kidding, right?” she yelps, getting to her feet. “I spent all morning working on those.”

He widens his eyes at her, the epitome of innocence. “I thought you said you were the connoisseur of fun.”

“I’m,” she jerks to a halt, swearing under her breath. If Clarke was a mature, well-adjusted adult, she could simply just walk away from this, leaves and self unscathed— but she knows herself better than that, really. Shooting him a dirty look, she strides over to her pile of leaves, rolling out her muscles carefully.

“Any day now, Princess.”

“I hate you,” she mutters, breaking into a run before jumping, landing against the thick of it and sending leaves scattering everywhere— her breath rushing out of her in one go and leaving her dizzy and lightheaded and exhilarated all at once.

For a second she can only stare up at the sky, dazed, and then she’s laughing, clapping her hands over her mouth to muffle the sound before he starts up, too, bright and clear and filling her up with warmth.

“See?” he says, once she has regained her bearings enough to sit up. “Told you it was fun.”

“I concur,” she manages, picking a leaf out of her hair. He’s still looking at her, and it’s doing funny things to her insides, so she averts her gaze, biting at her lip. “I’m, uh. Clarke,” she says, lacing her fingers together to keep from doing something stupid, like offering him her hand. “Clarke Griffin.”

This time, the smile he gives her is blinding. “Bellamy Blake,” he tells her, and then, grinning, he inclines his head towards the mess of leaves in her yard, a few stragglers still floating back down onto the ground. “Need some help with that?”

[sunbeamfrog]

Happy... BFSN?? but make it in late fashion

So... we've come to a point in life where one of the shows I've followed through the years is ending, and spoiler alert, I'm not into it. I think I made it pretty clear that this season was not for me BUT I will have you all know I am already very thankful I was introduced to the fantom when I was.

While The 100 wasn't the first show I got sucked into, it's the one that lasted the longest for me. I've spent endless hours reading fanworks, consuming fanart and creating some myself- and I met so many wonderful people by doing so and I am beyond grateful it happened.

And for the first time, I feel liberated from the series as I choose to bring with me some of the lessons from the show. Some directly, some as a result of its failures. That is all completely fine with me. It taught us that we as people can be self-made and we can be humbled despite our obstacles. It taught strength in admitting fault, and strength in letting your guard down. It taught that creators are not "gods" (that's a fuck you jason) among many other things. I'm sure we've all brought something from it, so thank you for that team behind the 100 (not u jason and not u shum).

Now I'm a pretty private person and I don't often share much- least of all when I disappear for weeks or months at a time. But do know I am doing better than I did before and I am growing still. Learning still.

During this year I've lived out, almost lost my cat, difficult family matters, bonded with some people, cut others off, trying to learn how to learn loving myself and also my art and recignizing my efforts. And I've learned you'll know a friend from foe by how they treat your friendship and your secrets.

I've drawn a lot. I've started writing again. I'm working out regularly (healthily) and im attending classes (safely) while working and taking care of myself. I'm starting to maybe believe in myself, which feels good.

I hope by whatever presence I've had in this fandom, I've come off as nice. I hope you've enjoyed my art-which by the way thank you SO much for nominating me on @bellarkeficawards for my collaboration with wonderful @queenemori on "A Twist of Fate" which i will tag when i get on a laptop... its been a great experience joining @bellarkebigbang for a second year and i hope you've enjoyed my ramblings in the tags and the random ass artworks..... So to all you out there, not sure whether they've had an impact on this fandom, not sure what to do...

1. We still breathing?

2. People see your creations a lot more than they let you know and you deserve to bask in that knowledge.

3. Fuck Jason, seriously.

Thank you all wonderful people, please feel free to join!! My memory will betray me yet again but alas, I'm tagging you lovelies: @eyessharpweaponshot @bellsqueen @bisexualbellamyblake @queenemori @nvermindiseeyou @fuckyeahbellarke @icantloseyou-too @andtheycallmethecockroach @natassakar @marauders-groupie @carrieeve @broashwhat @montygreen @wellsjahasghost @pendragaryen @goddess-clarke @underbellamy @octaviadblake @bellamybb @bellsqueen @bellarkewhoa @clarkegriffinblake @persepholily @fyeahbellarke @griffin-and-blake @wellamyblake @griffndors @ohbellamy @the-griffin-green-blakes @ravensreyez @blakelivey @ruggedmurphy @behlamy @the-suns-also-rise @yourereallyhere and so many others!! Thank you ❤

[bcnightsquad]

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Clarke falls apart every time he gets his hands on her. She can't help it. As soon as Bellamy digs his thumbs into the twists of tension riding high on her shoulder she starts to go melted butter under his fingers. It's minutes before she's making soft, breathy little moans, groans when he really works into a tough spot. Her head lolls forward, her hair spills down around her face and his fingers workup into the thick gold, digpresscircle at the tension on her scalp. Her whole body shivers.

[ship-picky]

bellsqueen replied to your post “Does anybody want to point me to a scene in season 2 where Echo is...”

i feel like she introduced herself in the cages with bellamy?

She must’ve, but it looks like it happened off screen... 

[the-ships-to-rule-them-all]

Some of my favorite selfies of the past month. you guys have noticed the temporary url change, BECAUSE I BELIEVE THAT TODAY IS THE DAY!!!!! 

I love you all so much and I can’t wait to share tonight with you

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[duskandstarlight]

Embers and Light: Chapter 54 (teaser)

Notes: The longest delay in getting you this chapter but I’m so nearly there! Here’s a snippet to keep you guys warm until I post… 12k. 12! I promised myself I’d never go there again but here we are 🤷🏻‍♀️

“You forget I have seen battle fatigue, sinta,” Mas told Cassian. “I have seen battlegrounds—I’ve been a part of them.”

The skin around Cassian’s mouth tightened, bracketing his mouth like a grim smile. Because Mas was wrong on that count. He would never forget the day of the kerit attacks. He would never forget Mas’s body on the ground, her blood. He would never forget Nesta kneeling beside her, wreathed in the purest of light as she knitted the torn flesh back together. As she healed long brutalised wings.

“Nesta saved me,” Mas continued, her voice resolutely soft in its purpose but determined all the same. “She brought me back for another life and I intend to fight for that life. For you. For Nesta. For everyone who has ever suffered under our own people. For a better life.”

Her words fell away and into more silence. Mas retracted her hands and reached back into the suds, her fingers slipping against cutlery which clattered against the sink. Eventually, she drew out a teaspoon and began to methodically clean it before she extended it out to him without glancing away from her task.

Cassian found that he was relieved. To look at Mas now would mean to memorise every inch of her face, terrified that he’d not have the chance to study it again. He’d already begun to do it with Nesta without meaning to, his mind whispering its own cruel prophecy.

“You saved me, too,” Mas continued into the grim yet resigned silence Cassian had woven himself into. “When we met, I was beaten down. I was so small and insubstantial, the wind could have just tossed me away. Do you remember?”

Now, Cassian forced himself to look at her. He felt his brow collapse in on itself, his eyes felt as if they might melt with the emotion—with the memory. “Of course I do,” he rasped through the chokehold in his throat.

Because of course he did.

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[danystargaryens]

happy the 100 day. 2 again old selfies of me, cause my dysmorphia has been acting up lately, and no new selfies. (sighs someday) looking forward to the episode. hope you are all are doing amazingly my cuties !!  @bb-8 @montygreen @clarkegriffintitties @diyozah @leiaskyewalker @itwontsurvivemee @niylah @perhalta @madigriffen @maddigriffin @queens-clarke @harpermacintyre @harpermcintyre @janestevens @bellamyblak @bellamysgriffin @lydiamartinn @accio-bellarkes @shialablunt @midge-maisel @bellameblake @grounderbellamy @clarkesgrfin @clarkeseden @bellamyslaugh @blarke @amanitacaplcn @jemcarstairss @bellsprincess @bellsqueen @clarkebell @halfbloodduchess @fangirlinessoflife

[hawthornewhisperer]

bellsqueen replied to your post “competition”

my heart can't take this much angst babe

tracylorde replied to your post “competition”

OH MY GOD WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?? this is gorgeous WOW

[scuttleboat]

squee on the head/heart scene

In response to this gifset, @bellsqueen said “The first set from season 1 is Clarke telling Bellamy that she knows he's a good person, so act like it. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Then the second one from s4 also mentions that everything stupid he did was for Octavia but the context and the delivery is so much more romantic. And I can’t get over how Clarke is like, telling Bellamy how big his heart is and it’s clear that she loves that about him and I have to lay down ok.”

And I’m over here flailing because YES, BABE, YES. THAT’S WONDERFUL. It’s interesting that they keep returning to that too, from s1 to now. They put a lot of effort this season into callbacks, and when they went for this call back, they picked this particular aspect of Bellamy to say, this is what Clarke admires about him. She sees that he loves others, gets his strength from loving others, and that’s what defines him in her eyes. Even when she warns him that it’s not always enough, that he needs to be logical too, she still touches his chest reverentially while her gaze goes soft.

I think one could point to a subtle difference too, that Bellamy sees this quality in himself as being defining as well. But when he reflects on his actions, he thinks he’s driven by responsibility and by being a protector.  Clarke looks at that same quality and sees him as being driven by love, by his heart.  As much as I chafe sometimes about how we the fandom lean too much into this head/heart analogy about Bellarke, and make it cover TOO much of their character… I do think it’s kind of lovely when you look at it as a meta-expression of how they see each other in terms of love. Not as a simplified explanation of what they’re talented at, but it being what they admire in each other.  

If “I got you for that” is Bellamy saying he admires the opposite in Clarke, even leans on it… I think he sees her ‘head’ decisions as not intellect but wisdom.  And I need to watch the finale again but I'm gonna make a light connection there with what he tells Octavia about Prometheus: stealing fire (invention, thought, wisdom) from the gods. He used that metaphor for Octavia, when there were honestly more fitting myths he could have used. But THAT is what they had Bellamy mention this episode. That’s telling us as much about Bellamy’s perspective as his sister’s, and introducing that subtextual imagery of Prometheus into the episode. And as Praimfaya descends, who is the lone human that climbs into the sky, sends a message, and suffers physical torment so that others can live and prosper? ...Clarke fucking Griffin. So yeah... If using one’s head means freedom and success to Bellamy--if that’s the ultimate service one can do for one’s community--then that ties really neatly into why he’s put so much faith in Clarke’s capacity for judgment over the last 4 seasons.

He believes, in most situations, that she sees clearly and tries to make the best call. Even when the cost is high. He trusts her to do that in times when he trusts no one else (s2 finale, s3 finale, 403).  And Clarke has lived up to that, sacrificing herself over and over again, unfailingly chasing the best way to save others, to do the right thing. Clarke, meanwhile, trusts that whenever Bellamy acts, his intentions are driven by his heart. She sees into his core and she knows his strength draws from a source of love and hope. His motives are clear as crystal to her. She gets him. They both carry these shining torches of faith for each other, a faith that is so monumental it’s driven the story season after season. Up through the end of the world. And when one of them stumbles, fails, doesn’t live up to their best self because of grief, anger, arrogance, or heartache... that faith never wavers. The other reaches out for them and folds them into their arms and still cares, still believes. Clarke and Bellamy negotiate each other back from the edge, because they each believe so powerfully in the other person’s inherent goodness.  And they see each other as working toward goodness in a way that they, respectively, admire and aspire to.

This is why I’m like... so fucking nuts over bellarke as an evolving relationship, and why my expectations for them are so high, no matter how long it takes. 

It’s a love story where the thing they most admire about each other, is the fact that the person tries so hard to do the right thing for others.  That’s a hell of a thing to love someone for.

[verbam]

I’m sorry if you’ve been asked this before, but how do you think Blarke will get together given that Becho is now a thing? Do you think Bell will just leave Echo? Or that Echo will realize he still has feelings for Clarke? Also a side note: in the new trailer for the next ep- Bell is talking and standing next to Echo and she has his jacket on. I really hope this isn’t after some sex scene or something? I really don’t want to see Bell give her his jacket. That’s such a blarke fic moment lol

I’m dying, I’m literally writing becho reunion smut as we speak. I hadn’t realized Echo had his jacket on but damn what a look. I stan Echo wearing her boyfriend’s jacket so hard I might faint. I’m writing it into the smut. Someone gif it for me, I will pay you back in anything you want Istg. @bellsqueen @thelovelylights @commander-anya @literally anyone who gifs pretty

Ahem. Anyway anon, I honestly think Becho will come to a natural end that is not influenced by Clarke. I think Octavia is likely to be the biggest factor, and if Clarke does play a role, it’s not a major one. And to be perfectly honest, I don’t know how bellarke is going to play out. 

I think there are a lot of options for them to take. I could it being a surprise “whoops we just fucked” thing, or a “whoops I just told you I left you 2,199 voicemails thing” or even a mutual “if this is the last chance I get to say it” third times a charm thing. I don’t know how it’s going to happen, but I am confident in it happening. 

but seriously, where are my Echo in Bellamy’s jacket gifs….?

[sunbeamfrog]

Happy BFSN everyone!!!

I was tagged by @icantloseyou-too for this, thank youuu ❤️❤️

The last couple weeks naw, months, have been incredibly disorganised and wild on my part. Hardly any time nor energy to do much art due to my sleeping problems. This, which is why I haven't been able to participate more regularly.

Anyway, despite all that I'm getting better--I'm working out twice a week and I'm lookin to start my studies in the spring. Baby steps! ❤️ How have you been lately?

Tagging the wonderful: @bisexualbellamyblake , @eyessharpweaponshot , @andtheycallmethecockroach @clarkgriffon , @the-griffin-green-blakes @bellamybb , @carrieeve , @underbellamy @pawprinterfanfic , @eizagonzalezs , @braveprincess, @montygreen , @bellsqueen @marauders-groupie @bellamyblakeish , @blakeswanheda, @fyeahbellarke , @bob-morley , @shaeheda @bobmorleyisking forgive me if I forget anyone! Fell free to join in! ❤️

[madisgriffin]

what’s this??? molly participating in bfsn??? that must mean it’s a big occasion such as ONE WEEK FROM PREMIERE DAY!!!!! i know i dropped off the map for most of the hell-atus but i really am so excited to be back with the fam and excited to cry with everyone now that these long years between seasons are finally almost over.


tagged by the ever-adorable @blueshirtbell


being that i’ve been mia i’m just gonna tag as many urls as i can remember so sorry if you’ve already done it lol ::: @bobmorlee @broodybellamy @skywalkyr @boob-morley @blarkebitch @niylah @saltyclarke @bellblake @bellsqueen @clarkegriffin @clarkeseden @theblakes @bellamysgriffinprincess @bellamybb @bellamynochillblake @bellameblake @flawlessbanshee @starboybellamy @stargirlclarke @thehundredbellarke @thehundredtimesobsessed @galaxybellamy @galaxyblake @as-inevitable-as-morning @tracylorde