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“Bellamy,” Echo says, cautiously after the others have left. “You need to think clearly.”
“I am thinking clearly,” he says, chucking his notepad to the side. It hits the wall hard, papers fluttering as it lands on the floor with a sharp flat sound.
“Are you,” she asks, coming closer, hands going up as if approaching a skittish creature, but Bellamy isn’t skittish, he’s angry. She can see that in the clenching of his jaw and the tick that won’t seem to go away in his cheek. “Are you thinking clearly or is this just wishful thinking?”
“How can you ask me that?”
“You want to risk everything because Josephine tapped her arm a few times.”
“Those weren’t taps,” Bellamy says, frustrated. “It was morse code. I told you. Clarke was sending me a message. She was telling me she’s alive.”
“Or that’s what you want to believe. Grief can be a very powerful–”
“Don’t talk to me about grief, Echo,” he says, and she can see in his eyes that he’s going to shut her out, but she’s not going to let him. Not this time, he’s done that enough, and she is tired of always being the one in the wrong, as if what’s right changes at his whim.
“You are giving hope to an angry, motherless child,” Echo grits. “A hope that is based on what you think you saw in the seconds it took Josephine to tap on her arm. Just because Miller is willing to go along with this doesn’t mean the rest of us have to. You are asking us to give up the possibility of a home, a place where we can be safe, where we can start over. What happened to moving forward?”
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Ikea makes an appearance on 6.01 of the 100
What’s up with the sets for season 6? I swear I saw a couple of pieces from Ikea in those scenes. Like the picture wire used to hang the kids artwork - I bought that last week. The table and chairs. Did others notice this? Maybe JR’s budget wasn’t as much as he’d hoped.
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A plea for heart fluttering Bellarke canon or canon divergent fanfic recs
I haven’t been on Tumblr for ages. I have very few almost nil followers but I follow quite a few 100 Tumblr accounts. I am battling cancer. In addition to cancer I also have stage 4 Achalasia. I recently had surgery and lost 30% of my stomach and am currently having tests to see if my cancer has spread. I don’t have much energy. I really need something to keep me going - something worth fighting for - and while it may be shallow or trivial for some people, what keeps me going is the thought of Clarke and Bellamy finally getting together. I don’t have the energy to trawl through A03 or other fic sites. So I am taking a huge risk here asking if people could recommend heart fluttering Bellarke fics that are canon divergent or cannon. For the very few people who follow me could you please reblog/share my request? I would really appreciate recommendations. And I thank you so much in advance.
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This is perfect.....
900 words to regain my sanity after 5x09. 5x11-5x12 speculation.
I Miss Our Little Talks
The battle ended and people who weren’t dead or injured were lining up for the cryogenic chambers.
But Bellamy was still in the church. He didn’t move from the bench next to the cot on which Clarke was laid out. She was nearly as pale as the bandage wrapped around her collarbone.
Damn this woman.
She stirred slightly and he leaned on his forearms. Her eyes found his, emotions scattered across her face. Relief was there, a bit of shock, and some guilt that he recognized all too well.
“Wow,” she breathed out. “I thought that one would have done me in.”
Bellamy didn’t smile, shaking his head and taking the slightest edge of coldness off his glare.
“You took a bullet for me.” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t ever do that again.”
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helpful advice for those of us that are worriers
While cleaning out my room I found a paper that my therapist gave me some time ago to deal with obsessive and intrusive thoughts. Sorry the paper is a little crinkled and stained, but I figured I’d post it in hopes that it will help someone like it helped me.
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This is amazing. I have no words....their struggle, their need for one another.... it just pulls at my heart strings.... Greatest love story ever (not) told. Every Bellarke shipper should watch this. Amazing job. Great editing. Perfect song choice.
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Bellamy & Clarke | End Book One
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Can anyone tell me what was meant by the whole ‘End Book One’ that was bottom right on screen in the final shot?
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Best birthday present ever!!! It’s my ever after.
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It’s my birthday today. This is the best present yet!! They’re finally together again.
BM said they filmed 5.13 as if it was the final season ever. All makes sense now.
YEAH IM FUCKING DEAD RIP ME
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Finally...............
CAUSE OF DEATH:
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My hope for Bellarke to become canon is keeping me alive. Fighting cancer is hard. Radiation therapy sucks. Chemo sucks. Surgeries suck. My scars are like Indra’s. They are ugly raised reminders of this battle I am in. There are days where I just want to give up and let cancer take its course. But then I think about Bellarke. And as much as I am disappointed with Season 5 - purely because I am impatient and want that big scene between Clarke and Bellamy - I NEED to see where their characters will end up. Bellarke finally becoming canon keeps me going. Finally seeing Bellarke as canon is high on my bucket list. Please, JRoth, don’t take too long.
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Ahhhh damn...... now you made me care again with this perfect piece when I really need to steel my heart, because I don’t think I can survive bellarke not being canon this season...
love is not a victory march
a/n: feelin’ some kinda way recently, the silver lining of which means i’m back on my angsty bellarke bullshit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“You left him to die.”
Clarke did not look at Murphy, just stared into the candlelit darkness of the room that had been her home for six years. Her home, and Madi’s. They had won it back, but at almost too high a cost. So many casualties, so much blood on the valley floor. Heaven, turned hell, and no way to make it clean again.
“I left him to save Madi.” She wasn’t surprised Bellamy had told the rest of them what had happened back at the bunker, but she was surprised at how much Murphy’s words stung.
“Seems like the hobbit is pretty capable of taking care of herself.”
Shooting him a glare, Clarke frowned. “She’s a kid. She shouldn’t have to.”
“We had to, and look at how well we turned out.” His grin was a sharp thing.
“She’s my family,” she snapped, voice razored to match his. “I put her first, just like Bellamy put his family first.”
“He’s annoying like that, isn’t he? Always doing the right thing.”
“You should be grateful, that someone is there to watch your back.”
Murphy scoffed. “Like he doesn’t have yours?”
“Not anymore.”
She wasn’t his family, not anymore.
The silence was heavy, taut. It prickled against Clarke’s skin, as did Murphy’s sudden, piercing stare.
“A little lonely, Clarke?
She ground her teeth.
“Aw, don’t worry. Being stuck on the outside of that happy circle isn’t so bad, take it from me. Maybe you and I can even form our own little loners club.”
Clarke shot up out of her seat and strode towards the door. She was going to see Madi, to check on her mother, to make sure the battle hadn’t sent Diyoza into labor. Anywhere that wasn’t around Murphy and his venom. Her hand was on the doorknob when he spoke again.
“Losing you almost broke him.”
The anger in his voice was tempered by resentment. As if he didn’t want to be telling her this. As if it was her fault that he so very obviously cared that she understood what the last six years had done to the rest of them.
“He was a fucking mess, Clarke. For years. If I’m being real fuckin’ honest, I didn’t think he’d ever get over losing you. Then he and–well, he started putting himself back together, and fuck if that wasn’t worse to watch because I knew he hated it. He hated that he was starting to realize that one day, he just might get the hell over his guilt about your martyrdom. The others ignored it, because he was smiling again, but I saw it. It’s what I do best, seeing the cracks and weak points and providing leverage. And his fault lines, they were a mile-fuckin-wide when it comes to you. Still are, actually.”
Eyes stinging and chest aching, she had to fight through the thick anger clogging her throat to get her reply out. “Point, Murphy?”
“He never stopped loving you, and you left him to die.”
Her hand balled into a fist, but her feet wouldn’t move. She half-turned her head, seeing Murphy through the blur of her tears. “I know.”
The words were hard, hateful. Murphy stared at her for a beat, cocked his head. Then his eyes went wide.
“Damn,” he whispered, knowingly. “Damn, you both are a fuckin’ piece of work.”
And then Clarke fled, because it was too much. He had said it himself: finding chinks in armor was his specialty, and tonight, in that room where she had used to feel so safe, he had seen right through her. He had seen her own fault lines, had discovered they ran in mirror-image parallel to others he had seen.
Murphy had said losing her had almost broken Bellamy, but now he also knew that finding him again had broken Clarke.
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So amazing. Everyone Bellarke fan should watch this
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Bellamy & Clarke | Find Me
for @prosciuttoe
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Season 5 should be called the Dark Season - no Bellarke
And we shall never speak of this again
#the 100#bellarke#don't know if I'll ever survive this love/hate this relationship with JRoth#the 100 season 5 spoilers
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I just had to reblog this because sadly I think this is the closest we’ll ever get
Bellamy: What does your heart say?
Clarke: Same as yours.
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Please let this be real...... such a beautiful tragic thing must be real life
a kiss because they've run out of time + bellarke. you know how I like it, angsty and sexy. ilyyyyyyy! 💖
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“Bell,” Clarke whispered, worried marring her features. “They’re here. We have to go.”
“We can’t,” he said, taking her hands and looking at her. “Diyoza took the car when she ran, remember?”
He ran his hand along the side of her beautiful face, his thumb tracing her lower lip, palm cupping her cheek. He wanted to memorize every inch of her, remember her to that when he told her to run, he’d have the image of her with him when he went to meet death. A tear escaped and ran down her cheek. He swiped it away with his thumb.
“Don’t,” she begged, already reading his mind.
“I can’t let anything happen to you,” he said.
“I can’t let anything happen to you,” she said, sounding utterly broken.
She reached up and took his face between her hands, pulling his forehead down to hers as the tires on the gravel outside the warehouse slowed to a stop. He felt her shake as she cried silently, clutching to him with her eyes screwed shut.
“I’m not leaving you alone,” she said, her breath faltering.
“You’re not dying today, Princess. Not for me.”
“But I love you,” she said, the words falling from her lips and filling his heart. He’d waited so long to hear them.
He pulled her to him, hugging her so tightly he thought her bones might break. She held fast to the back of his shirt, her tears soaking through his collar. Bellamy’s breath caught, and he felt his own tears run free. She was all he ever wanted, finally his when he couldn’t have her.
He held her cheeks between his palms and looked down into her frightened blue eyes. “If you love me, you’ll run. Hide. Don’t come back no matter what you hear.”
She shook her head feverishly between his hands. He tightened his grip on her as footsteps outside drew closer.
“Promise me,” he gritted between clenched teeth.
“No,” she said, her voice a low whine.
He crashed his lips to hers, holding her against him as he licked into her mouth, committing one more thing to memory.
“Promise me,” he nearly begged against her lips when he pulled back to breathe.
“Bellamy,” she said on a sob.
“Promise me,” he whispered, kissing every inch of her he could, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks.
“Okay,” she finally said, pulling him down for one last kiss.
Time was running out. Time was already out. She had to leave.
“Go,” he urged her, and pushed her out into the darkness of the night.
He watched her run and duck into the shadows as the front door to the warehouse finally opened. “I love you, too,” he told her retreating figure, but she was already gone.
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What great advice.
how did you become so popular? i’m just starting out and want to do well on here yeah sorry if you don’t want to do this.
Hey nonny! I have to admit i laughed a little at this just because I don’t consider myself popular, not by a long shot! This message is really kind of you and kind of amazing! So welcome to tumblr! So this is probably going to much longer than actually needed by anyone so i’m going to put this under the cut!
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