ward was used his entire life. his body has been used for its strength, his mind for its malleability. he was used by his family and by hydra. he was raped. and now he’s being used as a meat puppet for an evil alien. do you understand how disgustingly violating that is?? he was literally, canonically, raped, violated, abused, and murdered. and yall still have room to talk shit?? get your heads out of your asses.
#IT LITERALLY DOESN’T MATTER IF YOU LOVE HIM OR HATE HIM OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN #IT REALLY REALLY DOESN’T #THIS CHARACTER’S NARRATIVE WAS A CHOICE AND IT’S DISGUSTING via imperfectlychaotic
I think this parallel hurt me the most, because she is just acknowledging how she feels like she is not his home anymore. Once his ship was all he needed, until he found a new home in her, and he was able to give it away. Now, Emma is not there any longer and he sees the dark one instead, so she’s “giving it back”. She’s no longer his home.
(But you are a child.)
(I am not a child.)
(But you have not known love.)
(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)
star-crossed
“Bellamy,” Clarke breathed, her throat closing up as she rushed forward.
As she knelt down on the camp yard ground beside him (blood, there was so much blood), he let out a wheezing laugh.
“You came back,” he stated, a bit dazed.
She put a hand to his stomach, pressing against the torn flesh. “I had to warn you all,” she choked out.
“Murphy got to us just before she attacked. They got out, everybody got out–your mom, Raven, Monty, the kids–they’re all safe.”
“Not everybody.” Clarke’s hands trembled, now hovering uselessly above his wound (there was nothing to be done).
He closed his eyes and smiled. “Somebody had to stay. In case you came back.” Another gurgling laugh rolled off his cracked lips. “And I was right. You came back.”
“I came back,” she whispered, clutching his limp hand.
It was only minutes after his chest rose and fell for the last time that Clarke looked up and saw the fiery arc of the missile race across the sky, heading right for the camp.
Clarke smiled, laughing bitterly through her tears, because she knew what to wish for this time–this was the only kind of shooting star she knew now–and she’d wish it for both of them.
(To follow him, into heaven or hell or void as black as the space they were born in–to follow him, and never be separated from him again).
First Look: Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.‘s Comic-Con Poster (x)
The Retribution fav moments:
“Mara: I pressed my lips to his throat, and he tilted my chin up, my face aside. he whispered wicked things against my ear. I grinned, and unbuttoned his shirt.
Noah: I kiss her softly, twice. Then her head tilts, dips, and vermouth closes over my heart. As she kisses my burning skin, a shock shudders through me. Mara is the one I never knew I was waiting for, and as long as she’ll have me, I will never let her go.”
aos au: endless skye + ward “quake puns” [5/?] [approved by brett dalton & special thanks to iloveyoudearly]
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