not people being more upset about being shipbaited than the unnecessary murder of yet another moc...not that-

t100 spoilers // or whatthefuckever. 

anyway. i haven’t been on here in years. i’m pretty sure most of y’all moved accounts or whatever. but anyway i am fucking angry. i’m not even caught up on s7 but i know what happens and i’m fucking angry. 

bellamy blake deserved better.

but you know what, i am not surprised. the 100 has had a history of killing off its  lgbt+ and poc characters and this is not surprising. ESPECIALLY when it comes to men of color. wells, a black man, was set up to be the male lead. then he got killed off not even THREE episodes into the first season after being constantly used to prop up clarke white savior griffin. only for him to be replaced by finn fucking collins as the resident peacemaker? lincoln, another black man was killed off just because jroth is racist lmao. jaha, yet ANOTHER black man  (a fucking pattern if i’ve ever seen one) whose character went from being a well-written, multifaceted leader and engineer to “lol haha that’s just crazy ass jaha” then was killed off to prop up yet ANOTHER white savior. monty was killed off-screen (but at least his death wasn’t demeaning and it ACTUALLY served a purpose so.... i’ll give them that ig.) and let’s not forget about miller who has been there since season fucking one but never even became a main character while roan, a white dude, who was only around for a season and a half, became a main character -- and mind you, he was killed only a few episodes after being made a main. jroth had the brilliant idea to make s3 a political commentary on xenophobia and decided “hey!  i think i’m gonna make that black man the fascist! and then i’m gonna make that brown man his supporter! and let’s make those white people in brownface the good people!”

but anyway. back to bellamy. 

i have been watching the 100 since season two first aired. i was in the 100 fandom for maybe one or two years then realized this isn’t really the place for me so i dipped but continued watching this shitshow. i watched the 100 writers, for SEVEN SEASONS, constantly sideline his character development in favor of propping up other character’s (usually clarke, again, a pattern) he was supposed to learn from his mistakes and grow into the leader he had the potential to be. that was the natural progression of how his character was set up from the very beginning, he should’ve grown into leadership. but he never did. every time clarke comes into the picture, his character development is hindered. (one of the biggest reasons as to why i dislike bellarke imo) every time they need someone to bear the brunt of their shitty ass plots, they turn to bellamy. (like s7... when they... made him join a cult lmfaoooo) he should’ve grown into leadership, he shouldn’t have been reduced to a “knight”, he shouldn’t have had to constantly bear the brunt of shitty writing. he should have been his own, well-rounded character. and he was on the way to that in season five, i believe, then they went and ruined that, too. i wanted to watch him grow into a leader who can use his head and his heart, i wanted to get invested in his platonic or romantic relationships with other characters, i wanted them to address the trauma he had endured as a child due to the fact that he had to raise a child when he was A SIX YEAR OLD BOY. i wanted them to address the issues that came with his mother basically throwing octavia at him and telling him she’s his responsibility, i wanted him to emotionally grow up and i wanted him to put himself first. i wanted him to learn to love himself and not base his self worth on other people.  i wanted to see more of him with his family -- with echo, raven, monty, emori and murphy. i didn’t want him to fucking die because of fucking shock value. 

you know what i also didn’t fucking want? i didn’t fucking want to watch the show runner CONTINUOUSLY whitewash him, use a white actor to play him as a kid and then later on call him a white male. i didn’t want some parts of the fandom to pretend he was white because then he’d be another straight white dude and not actually a man of color who is integral representation to so, so, so many people. i watched some of y’all say shit like “well, he’s not CANONICALLY brown <3″ and get away with it. i watched both sides of the fandom treat the character in a really, really racist and shitty manner. with some c/lexa stans thinking it’s okay to call a brown man a fucking monkey. some b/ellarke stans thinking it’s okay to reduce him to clarke’s “knight” not noticing how many racist undertones exist in such a dynamic. at times, it seemed like some of you went out of your way to villanize him. (calling him abusive when you didn’t give clarke OR octavia that treatment, even when octavia fucking beat him to a bloody pulp when he was chained to a rock and when clarke shot AT him then later shot HIM. the excuses were always there for them but not him, huh.) and at times, it seemed like so many of his “fans” only liked him when he was clarke’s inferior. keep in mind that, yes, clarke and lexa were both in brownface at some point in the show. and yes i am brown so please don’t try to tell me it was a tan. as a brown person i know what brownface on white people looks like. (if you’re bipoc and  youdisagree, we can have a civil conversation about it -- but if you’re white please do not pretend to know better than me.) keep in mind, i’m saying SOME. not ALL. don’t take this as an attack against you specifically but at the same time if the shoe fits wear it. bellamy deserved better than to be treated like shit by the creator, the writers and the fandom. bellamy deserved better than to have been played by a biphobic abuser. he deserved so much fucking better and i did not know upset or hurt i was by this until i started writing this.

but anyway. he’s dead now. so pce out. 

BEWARE,   BEWARE,   BEWARE.   give thyself wider room than these sweet eyes can share,   than the most cruel bloom of the false tall and fair.

Monty: i'm going to taco bell, y'all want something?

Jasper: more sleep

Bellamy: less crap

Clarke: a normal life

Monty: ya I got like 12 dollars

#me

WELLS.

    she never asked for this. none of them ever had. from the ark, earth seemed peaceful. as if it was filled with new opportunities than the ones offered on the ark. it turned out to be the polar opposite. since the very first day she had stepped foot on the ground, it had been nothing but disarray. ranging from the clans people in the beginning, mount weather, a.l.i.e., earth wasn’t kind enough to give them a moment without mayhem. she knew better than to think that. it’s how she knows there’s only two ways this works out: he makes it back, or he doesn’t. she’s never been one to be pessimistic, it goes against all her morals, but the outcome is clear to her. there was no doubt about it. 

     her head shakes lightly at his word choice, agitation coloring her features.  ‘ don’t make promises you can’t keep. ’  there’s not a lot she can’t handle. she’s lost two fingers, almost been murdered, and the truth is: she was went to earth by her own father to die. she can handle losing him. but, she’s not thinking only for herself. she’s thinking for the little person who’ll be around in about eight months, with or without a father.  ‘        try not to die. ’

he doesn’t want to leave, but what he wants is a lot more different than what he needs to do. jaw clenching, he nodded, knowing she was right. of course she was. he had no right to promise anything, but he did anyway. it was the only thing he could provide; empty promises are more worth fighting for than hollow goodbyes.  ❛  yes, ma’am,  ❜  shaking his head slightly, he let out a sigh, staring at the watch clasped around his wrist. he had a few more minutes til they had to leave if they wanted to make it back in time. he was already wearing the suit       at least it’s not duct tape. he’s pretty sure that’s progress. 

❛  if i don’t make it back, can you       ❜  so much for being the wordsmith he’s supposed to be. but if there was one thing no words of his could ever amount to, it was this: he’s always wanted to be a good father. vowed to himself that he won’t be like his own, vowed that if he did have children he’d be around. vowed he’d be the best damn father he could be, yet here he was.  ❛  can you tell them that i never wanted to leave?  ❜ 

fbi clarke vc: the ting goes skrrrahh pap pap ka ka ka

fbi bellamy vc: die

The 100 + incorrect quotes (35/?)

they didn’t get many visitors and quite frankly, it wasn’t surprising. megaton wasn’t exactly a utopia       in fact, it was anything but. they were living with a literal ticking atomic bomb ( not to mention people actually worshiping said atomic bomb. if he heard one more fucking children of atom speech, he was going to go crazy. ) it wasn’t the adults he was worried about, though -- those people were as bad as the town itself. well, everyone except for gob. he wasn’t even worried about himself. no, he worried for his sister who deserved to live somewhere that didn’t have a literal ticking bomb. as soon as she was older and as soon as he found somewhere better, he was going to get them both out of that dump. 

so it’s safe to say that he was a little more than surprised when he heard of another vault 101 escapee, one he almost felt sorry for. ( cromwell and his fucking ‘let me bombard every visitor with the knowledge that yes, there is a bomb, but yes, we actually worship it here’ antics. ) 

❛  better leave now when he’s distracted,  ❜ he supplied helpfully, jerking his head towards said man who now had his back turned to them.  ❛  unless you’ve found your true calling as a child of atom.  ❜

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Bellamy Blake + snark and sarcasm

when will my husband return from war

when will poc stop being called "colored people"

// marina abramovic

WELLS.

             the clock is ticking and it’s about to halt to a stop. praimfaya was about to release its wrath across the remains of the bombs. the ugly truth is: the clock has been ticking since they landed on the ground. it never stopped. the familiarity of the words mark the desperate times call for desperate measures mantra. they’re words she’s spoken to her own father before being sent to her death sentence; before stepping foot into the drop ship with ninety-nine other children.

           maybe if circumstances were different, she’d be heading out there too. 

                                                                     it creates a pit in her stomach, abrogating any sense of hope she had. who was she to think god would enkindle such plans. he didn’t offer them hope, he only offered them demises. she should’ve learned better by now.  ‘ it’s suicide going out there. ’  there’s no easy way to say it; no way to beat around the bush. it is what it is. her left hand lifts up, smoothing stygian tresses for her features, dismay coloring them.  ‘ it’s also almost impossible to get back here before praimfaya hits. you know that. ’  

he sucks in a sharp breath at her words, lips tightly pressing together. she’s right. he knows she is, and she knows he knows that. but it’s just something he needs to do. who would he be if he didn’t?  ❛  it’s not impossible         ❜ just incredibly improbable. but hey, at least he’s not marching towards almost certain death in a diy duct-taped hazmat suit this time. he cut himself off, shaking his head. it is damn near impossible. but he’s managed the impossible before, he can do it again.  ❛  raven’s still on that island. it takes twelve hours to get there and twelve to get back.  ❜ 

❛  just        don’t argue with me on this, okay? please. ❜  we don’t have time. he’s desperate, that much is visible; he’s learned not to beg but this is different. he’s not exactly afraid, no. he’d gladly die if it meant even the slimmest of chances to help any of his people. his people who want to live. but leaving her is not something he wants to do. especially now more than ever.  ❛  i’ll make it back for you. both of you -- i promise. ❜ 

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