what a lovely day.

MAKE ME CHOOSE ▸ @kindclaws asked: Monty Green or John Murphy

Toph Beifong 💚

one of my favorite characters 👌😌

I’m imagining like the gaang is just hanging around the fire a few days before Sozin’s Comet just

Another soft lumberjack in honor of my upcoming birthday 🌲❤️

Every scene will Wells and Bellamy was just fraught with tension… I mean, I just wish there was a world where Wells was still alive. That is one crime I will never forgive. That we were cheated out of Wells. Because can you imagine:

Clarke having someone to turn to after Mount Weather, who wasn’t in the room, but knew what she needed

Bellamy having a companion who he viewed as an equal and would bounce ideas off of when he was feeling lost and Clarke wasn’t around

Wells being in the middle whenever they get in an argument and then going ‘I am not an owl!’ a la Hermione

Wells helping Clarke through nightmares because they trust each other that much and he makes her feel safe

Wells desperately trying to get his dad out of the City of Light, but refusing to take part

Wells standing by Bellamy when they protect Clarke from the City of Light guards

Wells helping them try to figure out a way to save everyone

Wells panicking when Clarke injects herself with nightblood and not apologetic that Abby breaks the machine

Wells comforting Bellamy after he loses the people in acid rain

WELLS

Clarke might have be the one that went through the worst but Bellamy is a tired as much as she is, having no sleep in the last couple of days. It took a lot to save her after all. Being Clarke, she notices he needs sleep too and makes him an offer he can’t deny. Takes place immediately after the 6x10 ending scene.

If you asked him, he could stay there holding her for the next tens years but soon he feels Clarke loosen her grip on him and reminds himself what she went through. He can only imagine how tired she must be. 

Taking a deep breath, he gently lowers her down on the cot again and their eyes meet. It’s her, it’s Clarke. He can tell by the way she looks at him. He can tell that she’s reading him like she did since day one. 

Clarke blinks the tiredness away, “You saved me…” she whispers, barely loud enough for anyone but Bellamy to hear it. 

The corner on his mouth goes up in a smile. “You doubted me?” he manages to make a joke. How? Don’t ask him… At some point his hand must her taken hers because suddenly he feels a squeeze and his eyes travel to their holding hand. His thumb rubs circles on the back of her hand. 

“I’m cold” Clarke says and Bellamy search for her eyes again, ready to provide help however he wants. 

He cups her face with his other hand and wipes the sweat from her forehead. “I’ll go find something to cover you up. A blanket- a jacket-” he moves to go search for that something when her grip on Bellamy’s hand tightens and he turns back to her.

“Stay” she begs with the last bit of strength that has left in her, eyes barely staying open.