“it’s not funny, clarke.   you can’t just eat a man’s last granola bar and not let him know.       what if i need a snack today?? “

me: wHAT NO NOT ALLOWED IM TRASH

@groundmiinded || post ep.

Although he was still deciding on whether he liked Klark or not, he didn’t like being ignored. With a loud huff, Silver climbed to his feet and crossed to nursery to tug on Klark’s shirt. When she didn’t respond quickly enough for his liking, he smacked her on the thigh with his doll.

[ that’s who i was leaning towards! speedster villains are my fav. ]

                         “ whatever you say, PRINCESS. ”    he doesn’t like being assigned to guard sick bay, doesn’t like the little blonde who’s as privileged as she is pretty.   it’s too far from home for him, too far from being able to watch over octavia, but he has no choice.   so here he stands, having given up on his usual well kept distant and respectful manner with her.    because she’s been on his nerves for WEEKS. 

his eyes flickered, feeling the light beam against him.  his room was still rather dark, as the time was undecided. opening his eyes, his hues met with the beam. dazed and groggy, bellamy stretched his leg out, feeling his toes exposed to the cold temperature, his body lunged out more, feeling his body expand, as he layed on his back. his eyes flickered, still adjusting to where he was.  normally he was scattered among what he called his bed, but he was limited to the small space of half of his bed, curious of the matter, his eyes finally emitted, looking over at the other, his memories flooded back to him, see her, still here. “i thought you’d be gone by the time i woke up.’’ bellamy stared back at the blonde, a smile formed on his lips. it wasn’t that he was against her being here in this moment, she was someone he wanted to be around, but he was sure that this could only push them further.