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selfless, uncoditional, universal love, the love you feel for everybody and everything around you

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which word for love are you?

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obsessive, toxic love. when love turns into obsession. its unhealthy compared to other kinds of love since it's questionable if it can be called "love" at all.

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He is lovely

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“we need more weird art!” but not anything that makes me feel uncomfortable or alienated or challenged. “weird art” but i don’t want to consider the perspective of anyone i might have real irrevocable differences from. “weird art” but everything must be carefully couched in the language of white middle-class american sensibilities at all times. “weird art” but it has to be picked from a list of pre-established “weird” tropes that i recognize from carefully curated lists on letterboxd.

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How do you imagine Bellarke (upcoming HOPEFULLY) sex scene over the course of the serie ? I saw a lot of people writing their opinion and yours will be very interesting since your writing skills are amazing. Like how precisely picture it with their saying, the setting, ... like do you see it as gentle and soft or very passionate? I'm sure the scene will be SO original than any hot scene from CW's show ;) I LIVE FOR YOUR WRITING MAKE ME DREAM WITH YOUR THOUGHT !

Thank you, nonnie! i love you sm, this was so sweet! and i got extremely carried away. I see it as both gentle and passionate and i don’t know if that makes any sense but just reAD.

First of all, I headcanon this as after they have a fight and if it goes down how I imagine I want Next to You by Of Rust & Bone to be playing.

And so we begin.

Clarke needs some time to give her heart a chance to take control, to let out all her pent up emotion through tears, so she escapes to her room and immediately silent tears run down her face.

Bellamy follows because he’s Bellamy and she’s Clarke and how could he not? But he’s expecting her to be angry, not crying. So his heart collapses in on itself. He intends to reach for her, but instead his hands hover inches away from Clarke, because he’s too scared she’ll pull away from him and if she does that he’ll break.

So instead Bellamy chooses a word that says ‘I love you’, ‘I need you’, ‘I hate seeing you hurt’, ‘Please be okay’, ‘I can’t lose you’, ‘You left me’, ‘I left you’, ‘Don’t leave me’ and something else. Something so much deeper, so much more constant, so much more palpable and everlasting than love could ever be that he can only describe it with one word. “Clarke.”

And Clarke loses every ounce of self control she thought she had and looks up at him. And this time she sees it. Sees how much he loves her. How much he wants to say. Maybe it’s because he’s the only thing there to ground her, or maybe it’s because she’s looking for it this time the same way she’s been looking for it since he got back to her.

But something in Clarke begins to wilt the moment she leans into him because fresh tears run down her face. Bellamy quickly envelopes her in a hug, both of them floating to the ground with Clarke holding onto him like he is her anchor in the middle of a storm.

And he lets her cry. Because he doesn’t know how to fix this. How to make Clarke happy again. How to give her everything she deserves and take away the pain.

When Clarke pulls away to look at Bellamy again and she feels his callused fingers wipe away her tears so gently, three words shake loose from her heart and out into the open air. “I love you.”

Immediately, fear pushes out everything, and Clarke holds her breath waiting for a response.

For a second, Bellamy doesn’t say anything, but the moment she begins to pull away, he panics. She can’t go. Not before he tells her how much he loves her. How much he barely understands how much she means to him.

So he pulls her into a kiss, tender and careful, and when they finally part, Bellamy rests his forehead on hers and mumbles, “I love you, too, Clarke Griffin.”

You can see Clarke’s demeanor change. Her face becomes lighter, her posture straightens, as if she has taken a breath for the first time in her life. Like a piece of her heart floats back to where it’s supposed to be. Like maybe she is truly complete since her father died.

And this time, she pulls in Bellamy for a kiss, this one desperately tender yet full of every fear she has ever felt about letting someone in again. But then again, she’s never let anyone in as much as she has Bellamy the moment she told him she loves him.

But Bellamy erases every single fear that clouds Clarke’s mind. The same way Clarke erased his the moment she said those three words that held more meaning than any words that could ever be said.

And with every kiss that Bellamy trails down her neck, Clarke becomes a little less broken and a little more fragmented. Everywhere he touches her burns with so much love that Clarke can barely stand it.

So everytime they break a kiss, to alleviate some of her want, Clarke whispers ‘I love you’ like a sacred prayer, and Bellamy answers by kissing her and repeating her words.

His hands move down to her waist, and Clarke’s bury into his hair. Bellamy’s hands begin to lightly lift her shirt, but first he breaks the kiss and asks her if it’s okay. Clarke answers with a nod and we see her shirt fall to the ground, Bellamy’s own shirt soon following.

Cut to Bellamy’s hands resting on her back the same way they did in 5x04, her hand lightly resting on his cheek and an expression so beautiful on her face that it’s no wonder that Bellamy loves her so much. And Clarke desperately wants to stay awake and just look at him because he’s not just Bellamy anymore. He’s her Bellamy. And she’s his. But she’s just so tired, and her eyes begin to get heavy and the scene begins to fade away. And, just as she is about to succumb to sleep, Bellamy kisses her forehead and whispers, “Goodnight, Princess.”

Clarke wakes up before Bellamy, and, so as to not wake him, her hand simply hovers, tracing his jawline. Just as she is about to pull her hand away, Bellamy wakes up and lightly grabs her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers and laying small kisses on the inside of her wrist where he can feel her pulse.

But something about this makes Clarke’s head begin to take control again, and for some reason, she begins to realize how much harder it’s going to be to lose him, and a tear streams down her face.

And Bellamy quickly wipes it away, not wiping away his own worries. Did he do something wrong? He can’t- he won’t go back to how it was before, skirting around his feelings because he’s not sure of hers.

“Bell,” Clarke says, in very much the same way Bellamy said her name last night. “I can’t lose you. Now…now that we’re together. I won’t survive it. I won’t survive having to leave you.”

Bellamy tucks a stray piece of her hair behind her ear and kisses her, this one deep and passionate without any fear tainting it.

“So let’s make sure you don’t.”

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Little bit late but Wheeinie with white. I just overslept yesterday so another little late moodboard will be mamamoo where are we era/comeback one. It is just too breathtaking, beautiful and like a catharsis experience. White wind was an era that totally got me into mamamoo and me a full moomoo. I still can listen to this song on repeat for days. Anyway have fun and you may request some new au etc.