Is Conageddon worth it?
Are you breaking it down somewhere else with Zach McGowan aka the King of Azgeda, and ten other cast members of The 100?
There are now only 74 VIP tickets left, the ONLY tickets left, including seven for the dancing king himself.
(1) Clarke owns her dad's ranch from just a little over a year. Her mom, a famous surgeon has decided to give it out to her entirely after her dad's dad. They fight over Clarke's lost degree in nursing and art but she doesn't care. She wants to do this,she wants to be a farmer-
"What's the message you're sending?"
He pushes her hair aside and presses his lips to her jaw, bites and then sucks gently. Just a small one. Just for him.
Just for them.
"The same one I've been sending the whole time," he admits. "You're mine."
"Yeah," she breathes. "I am."
Classic Bellarke fanfiction from 2016.
I'm Way Out of My Depth Again by
Chash
Bellamy and Clarke keep hooking up
I'm Way Out of My Depth Again by Chash - The 100 (TV) https://t.co/hANVSATVo4
My sister called me at 2:00 AM. She was crying.
"Come get me. Please. I think my husband is dead."
I was already putting on my shoes.
"Where are you?"
"The closet. He's in the bedroom. He's been standing there for three hours. He hasn't moved."
"Who hasn't moved?"
"Tom. My husband. But it's not Tom."
I drove to her house in fifteen minutes. She lives twenty minutes away.
I didn't knock. She left the back door unlocked like she said.
I found her in the bedroom closet. Kneeling behind her winter coats. Shaking.
I pulled her out.
"Where is he?"
She pointed to the bed.
No one was there.
"He was here," she whispered. "Standing right there. Facing the wall. For three hours."
I checked the whole house. Empty.
Her car was in the driveway. His car was gone.
"Claire. Where is Tom?"
She looked at me. Her eyes were strange. Not scared. Confused.
"Tom died," she said. "Three years ago. You were at the funeral."
I stared at her.
"Claire. I was at your wedding. Last year. I gave a toast. You cried."
She shook her head.
"That wasn't Tom. That was someone else. Someone wearing Tom."
I sat down. My legs felt wrong.
"Claire. You're scaring me."
She grabbed my phone. Opened my photos. Scrolled to her wedding.
"That's not Tom," she said, pointing at the groom.
It was Tom. Same face. Same smile. Same suit.
But she was right about something.
His eyes were wrong. In every photo. Too dark. Too still. Like a photograph of a photograph.
I looked at Claire.
"Who did you marry?"
She started crying again.
"I don't know. I don't remember. I just remember waking up one day and he was there. Making coffee. Calling me honey. And I thought... I thought I was going crazy. Because I knew Tom was dead. But he looked like Tom. He sounded like Tom."
She grabbed my arm.
"So I pretended. For a year. I pretended he was Tom. I pretended everything was fine. But last night, I woke up. And he was standing at the foot of the bed. Facing the wall. Not moving."
"What did he say?"
"He didn't say anything. He just stood there. For hours. I watched him. And then I realized."
"What?"
"He wasn't breathing."
movies don’t have men bestowing a chest containing their literal beating heart to their wives and saying “it’s always belonged you, will you keep it safe?” anymore and that, quite frankly, is a travesty
while i can't have you, i long for you. i am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. i'd wait outside all night if i thought you would open the door in the morning.
so you’re telling me she’s been calling him everyday for six years knowing he won’t hear her but just the concept of speaking to him calms her down and this ISN’T love?!
I hate feeling my age on the internet bc when I see someone say “I’ve never seen ship wars more heated than tsitp” I can’t help but think about how that person was probably born in like 2010 or later bc no one who was watching The CW in the 2010s would ever say that