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Bellarke 5x06 Analysis
I never thought I’d go back and rewatch a be.cho sex scene for the Bellarke of it all, but here we are. I’m giddy, y’all. Like, even more so than with the closeup of Bellamy’s hand during the hug or the focus on Clarke when Bellamy and E.cho kissed. More, y’all.
Look, when the spacekru goodbye scene with Echo started, I was getting major Praimfaya vibes, because the mission Echo was setting out on was very similar to Clarke’s task in 4x13, and I’m not the only one who noticed. Bellamy did, too.
It’s Not Just You And Me Against the World Anymore
Bellarke post 5x06
I had been hesitating to the post this for the longest time, but then that sneak peak came out for 5x07 and I was like shit, I gotta just post it or I never will.
Clarke is tired.
It’s hardly been a week, but she’s just so fucking tired.
Somehow, surviving on a barren, post-apocalyptic Earth with just a child and a broken radio for company was easier than this.
The worst thing about it is that Clarke and Madi were so close to getting away from it all. So close to escaping someplace safe. Well, maybe not safe, per say — at least not for Clarke — but relatively so considering the sheer terror Clarke feels for Madi in Octavia’s presence.
The girl had been on a downward spiral since Lincoln’s death, that’s true, but these last six years buried any semblance of humanity in her for good. Clarke doesn’t know what Octavia wants with Madi, but there’s nothing she can offer her but a life of blood and fighting and death. A life Clarke never wanted for Madi. And she knew this. Knew that they had to get away, but then Madi, in an effort to protect Clarke, went and revealed her true identity to Octavia, effectively ruling out running as a possibility.
Now, as Clarke walks back to her tent with Madi at her side and Bellamy trailing behind, she finds she really has no idea what the hell she’s going to do. Octavia is expecting Madi in the morning to start her training, and she’s not sure there’s any way out of it. Madi will have to fight. There’s nothing she can do about it. Somehow, Gaia seems to be their best shot at an ally, and the thought doesn’t sit well with Clarke. The helplessness clings to her insides like something heavy is weighing her down. It’s all just too much.
She’s so fucking done with this bullshit. All she wants to do is live a life of peace with Madi, somewhere away from the rest of humanity, who after all this time, are so intent on murdering each other in a pointless war. She won’t hesitate to do it, especially where Madi’s concerned, but she’s so done with all the killing, all the fighting.
Maybe it was foolish of her to have had hope that things could be different this time, but she had — especially when her best friend came back into her life — and having that hope taken from her felt like air being sucked from her lungs.
When they reach the tent, Clarke places her hands on Madi’s shoulders. “I know tonight has been scary, but do you think you can get some rest for a bit?” Madi’s eyes are watery, but she nods. Clarke holds back her own tears and rubs the blood from Madi’s cheeks. Nobody should have to live in such fear, let alone a child—her child. “I’ll meet you in there in just a moment, okay?” Madi nods again and then she disappears into the tent. Clarke turns to face Bellamy. “You didn’t have to walk us back.”
Bellamy shakes his head. “I wanted to make sure you both got back alright. Besides, my tent’s right across from yours.”
“Well,” Clarke says. “We’re back now, so you can…” she gestures for him to leave. Bellamy swallows and makes no move to do so. Clarke exhales. “What?”
Bellamy averts his eyes. “You almost left again.”
“I—“ Clarke blinks. “What?”
“You were just going to leave again, and you didn’t even think to discuss it with me.”
Clarke crosses her arms over her chest, glaring. “You didn’t think to discuss the defector plan with me either.”
“That’s different.”
“Like hell it is,” Clarke scoffs.
“That was about Echo leaving, Clarke,” he licks his lips in that way he does when he’s frustrated, “not me.”
Clarke raises an eyebrow at him. “So?”
“So, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Echo was. You—” Bellamy breaks away for a moment, voice weak now. “You were.”
How To Cover Up A Hickey
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written by: Mel / @ticogirls
prompt: I’m a social media make up artist and I want to make a tutorial on how to cover a hickey. Can you give me a hickey in a totally platonic way that turns totally not platonic? for anonymous
word count: 3714
“Everyday makeup… morning routine… daytime glam… night routine… skincare routine… workout routine…”
Bellamy snorts. “Your fans are big on routines, huh?”
Clarke sighs—not even bothering to correct his use of ‘fans’ instead of 'subscribers’, which tells him exactly how frustrated she is—and looks up from her phone, where she’d been scrolling through video requests in the comments section of her last upload.
“They keep requesting all this stuff I’ve already done, like, three times over,” she says, tossing the device onto the couch. “And then they get mad when I repeat video ideas, and I get like five hundred comments telling me how boring and unoriginal I am. I can’t even give them exactly what they’re asking for without being yelled at.”
Throughout the four years of their friendship, Bellamy usually stayed well away from all this beauty vlogger stuff, but ever since he and Clarke moved in together a year ago, he’s found himself getting sucked into the vortex of YouTube view counts and thumbs up and Instagram comments more than he’d ever anticipated. It started with him appearing briefly in one of Clarke’s videos (’NEW APARTMENT TOUR!’) and then helping her out with filming a couple more (including ’I BOUGHT A FULL FACE OF MAKEUP BLINDFOLDED’).
It took Clarke a few weeks of wheedling, but he eventually caved and did two more videos with her— 'ROOMMATE DOES MY VOICEOVER’ and 'ROOMMATE DOES MY MAKEUP’, both of which got over a million views within a week for some unfathomable reason he still doesn’t quite understand. Probably something to do with how he’d panicked midway through smearing foundation all over Clarke’s face because he’d suddenly realised that he’d forgotten to apply primer first. Or the way he’d griped at her for not providing him with a lip liner to go under her lipstick.
(According to her, as a non-makeup-wearer, he’s not supposed to know any of that. Well, he can’t exactly help picking stuff up when he fucking lives with someone who wears makeup for a living, can he?)
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Anonymous asked:
Owens favorite shirts keep mysteriously going missing until one day he comes home to find claire asleep in a shirt he has been looking for for weeks.
ragingbulldurham answered:
As a byproduct of being in the Navy, Owen was surprisingly neat. And he also kept few personal possessions.
So it was a total mystery to him where his favorite shirts were disappearing to. It had happened to at least three of his Henleys, and he was really starting to wonder if they were growing legs and walking away on their own.
He mentioned it to Claire, who had
shrugged and said she hadn’t seen them, but she’d keep an eye out, and he sort
of forgot about it.
Part three of the Zach and Gray seek asylum at Aunt Claire’s and Uncle Owen’s! This thing is getting away from me, and I’m not really sorry.
“We saw a shark,” was the first thing out of Gray’s mouth when her three boys trooped in hours later. “It was huge, Aunt Claire!” Claire raised an eyebrow in the direction of her husband, who clamped a hand down on Gray’s shoulder.
“It wasn’t that big,” Owen argued. Behind him, Zach shook his head emphatically.
“It was huge,” he echoed his brother’s words.
“It only looked big because it was far away. Far away. It wasn’t close at all,” Owen tried to placate his wife.
“Yes it was!” Gray insisted. “It nearly swam up right past Uncle Owen. It was close enough that he could touch it!”
“You are not helping,” Owen gritted out between a tight, closed mouth smile.
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