Yes I am Native American, but I don’t look it. And no it’s not one of those my great grandmother was Cherokee. I am 2nd generation off the rez Tuscarora, Iroquois Turtle Clan.
This is me and my mother. Yes she is my birth mother, I just got very fucked over in the genes department. I swear I’m adopted but we have many photos of the birth and have several paternity and maternity tests to prove that I fell out of this woman’s vagina.
Here are some more pictures cause I’m pale and I honestly don’t think you believe me:
(My mom actually made every piece of jewelry I am wearing and hand beaded that vest as well).
And here’s pictures of the woman that I blame for my bad genes: My grandmother.
I get told I look like her all the time AND I HONESTLY DO NOT SEE IT, but because I get told I look like her all the time I BLAME HER.
And in case you doubted me, here are a few pictures of me when my ma and I were on the powwow circuit.
This is me with my ma’s regalia (if you call it a costume I will shank you) because a) she had a bad leg day and couldn’t dance and b) mine was not ready and made and I JUST REALLY WANTED TO DANCE. (This is also the day I got burnt ON MY FUCKING HAIRLINE WHERE MY HAIR WAS PARTED. THAT FUCKING HURTS!)
Here’s me in my fancy dance shawl. There aren’t that many pictures of me because a) I fucking hated them b) it’s normally seen as disrespectful to take pictures of dancers out of the circle without their permission and my ma and I were always dancing at the same times AND I NEVER LET ANYONE TAKE MY PICTURE AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE.
So yes, my family is a very rainbow family, I just happen to be the one WHITE passing one. No really…
Here’s me (in the middle if you can’t guess), Bebe and Audree. I like to call this the ABC Rainbow of the Printup family (because my first name is Cheyenne…..I swear our parents DID NOT PLAN THIS).
And this is another pic of me and Audree YEARS later
Am I Native? Yes
Do I look traditionally Native? No
Does that mean I am not going to label myself as native? HELL TO THE FUCK NO.
Please reblog and share so that people can understand that there are white passing people of color. Yes even some that pass as white as me. We do exist and no that does not give you the right to basically white wash us. I am proud of my native roots and I will share everything and anything you want to know. The more educational resources we can get out there the better. DON’T BE AFRAID TO SHOOT ME AN ASK. I LOVE IT, but please do not be a dick like this one and phrase it so accusingly. Much appreciated, thank you!
TRIGGER WARNING: I dont recommend it to anyone, its dangerous and u will do it on ur own risk
DONT TAG THIS POST WITH ED TAGS, I DONT WANT MY BLOG TO DESAPPEAR
I asked my angels about their quickest weight loss and how it have been done, so here’s the answers:
Quickest weight loss for me happened when I started my day with 2 cups of water before anythin else. And then a cup before each meal and whenever the desire pops up. Even now that I’m eating crappy, my weight is stayin constant because the water helps you metabolize quicker.
44lbs in a month and a week. 200-300 cals a day max with about 10fast days mixed in. 5-15miles cycled a day + other workouts(t25 and some ones on here). I also took some stimulants: caffeine pills, adderall, and ephedrine(in ma huang tea form).
30lbs in 1 ½ months by working out, fasting two days a week, eating 500kcl at max and ONLY eating breakfast so I have at least 20h between my meals.
5 lbs in less than two days, just by fasting.
Update on my 72 hour fast: I have lost 8 lbs already and still have a few hours to go + my fast stops at 11 pm, so I’m ‘fasting’ another 7 hours or more because I don’t know yet if I’m gonna eat in the morning
6 pounds in a week, done by eating 500 cal a day and exercising for an hour and a half a day
The time I lost the most weight the quickest was when I was on holiday. I hated American food because it was all so greasy so I only ate grapes and fruits. My family didn’t realise because we were busy all the time and I ended up not really realising myself.
I lost 9 lbs in a week once. Actually that was just last month. But basically I did the ABC diet (not the first two days) and my weight just dropped and dropped and dropped
Monday to today (sunday). I went from 161 to that (151) .
I had about only 200 or less calories daily and yesterday I fasted for 24 hours
40 lbs down in 6 weeks. 500 cal > 1200 cal a day with intermediate fasting (6-20 hours a day depending on the day). The key is to not starve, but restrict and change the amount each day.
List of thoughts jack probably had through the years about Eric Bittl
•oh but he actually wants to get better
•good at hockey but i started off calling him bittle I cant shorten his name now
•its cool that more people of the lgbt community are getting into hockey, or at least being open about their sexual preferences
•do you think he would want maple syrup from uncle? Or honey from uncle with bees? Ill ask (proceeds to get into hour conversation about honey vs maple syrup) uh… i still dont know
•(during the summer) uh i miss bittle. He was cute. I think i kinda like him in the romantic sense but maybe i just miss him too much. Even if i did like bittle, who can blame me. Also i shouldnt act on it, hes a teammate and friend and i cant ruin a freindship again this way
•bittle is really sweet
•bittle would make any boyfriend of his happy, like look at these pies and hes athletic so his legs look so good and his face is cute. I hope his future boyfriend treats him well or the SMH team will have something to say
•bittle looks so good for the camera hes like an angel. A little southern angel.
•senior year is a bit daunting but at least my friends are here and i have bitty’s pies. Im going to miss them. One step at a time though jack.
•i regret yelling at bittle last year its been a while and were friends now but i mean i can make up for it by taking him out for the sugar coffee he likes i suppose, no other reason for taking him out more than shitty
•his legs are so good (x500)
•aw he still isnt used to the cold here bits, my jacket.
•i want to kiss him. Oh wow what an impulsive thought jack keep it together youre probably horny and hes gay but hes a teammate. Hockey over ten minutes of pleasure as mom always says
•im gonna miss bittle i cant believe this is happening oh no… i would give up hockey playing to be by bittle for another year.. oh no i love him and i didnt tell him
•i love him so much
•bits looks so good in this kitchen.. and in my room…. and my living room…(etc)
•I LOVE HIM (x9999*10^9999999)
•should i buy him these butt shorts or send him a link- oh wait oh my god bitty butt
•im a bitty butt man
I bet Even never let isak sleep in their new home.
:(( “isak, are u asleep” into the dark and isak groans “i was” and even hums, “yeah but, holy shit,we live together” and isak is tired but still lets out a happy sigh bc fuck, they do. another night when isak is snoring away softly, even starts caressing his face and isak wakes up and mumbles a “what” and even just smiles “u look so beautiful in our home” and isak tries to hit him but his body is limp so he just ends up putting his hand on evens chest and even takes isaks hand and kisses it. and another night they are getting into bed, turning off the lights and even starts again, “so like. what about getting a pet” and isak wants to, really, but its nearly midnight and they have a busy day tomorrow but he’s just like “even,,will u ever let me sleep” and even bites his lip like “sorry i just…i dont want this to end” and isak faces him while theyre lying down and puts a hand on his cheek, “hey” and smiles softly “lets just take it day by day, yea?” and even melts into his touch and smiles. and isaks falling asleep and then “did u know geese have teeth on their tongue” and isak nearly screams into the pillow and even laughs, “sorry sorry” and kisses his nose “good night isak” :’):(
surrounded the early morning, light peeking from the curtains, shadows playing
tricks on walls, white sheets mustered messily on the mattress, and two people so
terribly engulfed in the shine of each other’s eyes.
The woman slept
soundly, hugging a body pillow, bare naked, breathing evenly as her legs
tangled possessively around the cotton. Her beautiful, smooth skin was painted
with purple and blue, patches of rough love showing proudly as if they were her
The man was
sitting up, back facing her and his feet touching the cold wood, fingers
cascading through his ruffled strands as his ribs rattled with shaky breaths.
His face was contorted with thought, polished with a lovely pink and dark
circles of sleep deprivation. Had he slept a wink, he did not know.
But he sat there
with his lovely, pale skin, contemplating about something one would think silly
to do so, but still he thought.
And then, he
rubbed his face in utter frustration, slapping his cheeks as if to ready
himself, and then faced you, hands lingering above your rising back. And he
spoke quietly, carefully, but oh so lovingly.
His breath tingled
your cheek, his raspy voice tainted with early morning haze automatically made
you smile. You stirred from your slumber slowly, fingers readily reaching
for his that were gently touching your skin. Your eyes cracked open when you
mustered enough energy to do so, lazily staying still and breathing for a few
seconds before rising, blanket covering your body strategically.
He waited in
adoration as you closed your eyes again, sitting there with your head down and
your hair splaying all over your face. You rubbed your face whilst sighing,
curling your legs before moving your head side-to-side, the cracking sounds of
your bones filling the air.
And then you faced
him with a smile, momentarily adjusting your eyes to the sight of him sitting
there in front of you, bare chested and smiling thinly, hands curled and expression
You gave him a
questioning look before reaching to unravel his fingers, slipping yours into his
comfortably before your voice, a ringing fairy bell, pulled him back into
earth, away from the clouds of his wandering mind.
Granted, it wasn’t
perfect. Your voice was a bit raspy but Yoongi loved every pitch, tone, accent
your throat had devoted itself to making. Because ultimately it was yours.
He trembled at
your touch, trying to breathe as evenly as he could, staring at your knuckles
and playing with your joints.
“So I’ve been
You gave a little
whisper of oh no, automatically making him chuckle and you quickly delivering a
grin. “Go on.”
He cleared his
throat, licking his lips tentatively before rushing up to face you.
“I love you.”
knitted in confusion, silence stretching out longer than Yoongi had hoped for.
started out slowly, still a little taken aback, “That’s great, Yoongi, but why
tell me at… four in the morning?”
You wanted to
laugh at the absurdity of this man, but you could tell he had spent time going
over this in his head, again and again and again.
“No, no, no,” He
rushed, shaking his head as his eyes widened, “I love you.”
He had gotten
closer to you, stressing this fact, holding onto you with heightened strength.
And you stared back, mouth slightly agape and eyes blinking in surprise before
your lips cracked into a lovely smile. You slipped your hands slowly to shape
his face, thumb rubbing over his cheeks with soft care, moving his fringe from
his eyes that had watered down its intensity.
“What exactly were
you thinking about, hm?” You hummed softly, moving to tap your forehead to his.
He breathed refreshingly,
closing his eyes momentarily as you went to slide onto his lap, kissing the
crown of his head as you stroked his noir strands.
“I was thinking
about how,” He inhaled, fluttering his eyelashes against your skin, “How
beautiful you are.”
You pulled back to
give him an amused smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I thought about
how, the expanse of your skin is the only place I find comfort in.” He said
this before kissing your neck, a slow, adoring peck.
“I thought about
how kind you are to me, how supportive and encouraging you’ve always been, even
on the nights I don’t come home.” He whispered sadly, mindlessly messing with a
strand of your hair.
understanding, and caring, and even though sometimes you throw a fit, you admit
the wrongdoings you’ve done. You’re a good person, a lovely one, someone who
has easily become such an important part of my life, I…can’t explain how much
you truly mean to me.”
You sat there in
silence, gazing at his lips that uttered poetry, before kissing him sweetly.
understand why he was praising you so highly, but it didn’t hurt to hear once
in a while. Your heart had done cartwheels and your mind exploded with
fireworks. Yoongi was never one to openly express how he felt, so when he began
with a love confession, even as you were filled with confusion, you fell in
love with him all over again.
He returned the
kiss softly, touching the small of your back to move you in closer before
breaking it, the faint sound of your lips separating made his heart ache, because
even then he had already missed it. You gave him an amorous smile, giggling
before kissing his nose.
began, raking your fingers through his tresses, “I love you too.”
He sighed, it being
filled with so much pure ecstasy and infatuation, you couldn’t explain the
Yoongi sat there regrettably
as you kissed him again, arms wrapped around his pale body, that wasn’t shaking
with anxiety, but with adoration and admiration.
He regretted not
being able to tell you how your eyes resembled gems in the sky, twinkling
always. How your skin was never cold, how your hair always smelled like morning
dew, how the way you sang in the shower always reminded him of joyous children,
how the way you loved was so sincere and affectionate he would never get tired
He regretted not
being able to tell you how your texts still give him butterflies, how your
tears (though rare) always rained down on him with piles of guilt, because such
an angel as you need not to cry, need not to feel sad.
But he can tell
you all of this soon, and he will, but maybe next time, a ring will be hidden
in a bouquet of roses along with the future of what’s to come.
OK this may sound odd but what fabric shops would you recommend in the LA area. I know you no longer live here but any advice helps, since joanns does have its limits in fabric options and in your experience is it any cheaper than Joanns or am I paying just as much?
The garmet district is what you want to do.
Shopping in LA Fabric District
What you want to do is – HIT UP MICHAEL LEVINES FIRST BUT DONT BUY ANYTHING. Maybe pick up your pattern. Check out how much fabric you need according to the pattern, etc etc. Search the store for the fabric you need, even if you see a perfect match, leave it, don’t buy it. Trust meeeee. You’re basically making this your garaunteed last resort. I know it already seems a great deal compared to Joanns’ money grubbing prices, but trust me.
Head out to the streets and start walking up and down 9th. From Maple to San Pedro. CHECK EVERYWHERE. North shops usually have the best SPANDEX and stretch fabrics, lace and sequins. SOUTH shops usually have upholestry, leather and vinyl (there’s exceptions but this is what I noticed.)
I garauntee you any stock of fabric at Levines is avaliable in all the surrounding stores and they will sell it way short for a bargain!
PROTIP: Never say yes first. If you ask one of the workers in the off stores “How much is this a yard?” and they say “12,” even if thats an amazing price, still just nod and say “Thanks” and start walking away like you dont want it. They WILL ALWAYS go lower. They’ll start telling you “11! 10– 8 for you!” Especially if they know you want 2-3 yrds or more. But don’t get intimidated either, they’ll try to corner you into saying yes. Just wave them off, tell them “Ill take a picture and come back? I just wanna compare.” Seriously, even if you see the perfect one at one of these places for the best price, just wait until you hit all the stores. You have no idea how many times i bought something and regretted it 5 minutes later when I saw an even better version.
Second Protip: When they ask you how many yard you want, always say 2-3. Even if you need seven. Because they’ll give it to you for cheaper if you only want that much. Then when you say, okay, ill buy it for 4 bucks a yard, as he’s measuring it out, then say “ACTUALLY can I get 5?”
Here’s some of my favorites:
L.A. Alex has the CHEAPEST notions. Zippers, elastic, velcros, thread, muslin, etc. They are AWESOME for all extra stuff you need. Way cheap.
JOURNAL has some of the most interesting fabric on the block, unique textiles like dancewear or lace, usually exclusive to them. This is where I found that rare ass pre-pleated suede fabric for Kylo Ren’s sleeves and the awesome shimmer-non-sparkle spandex for Miraculous Ladybug.
.99 Fabric a yard. Literally as it says. 99cents a yard biittcchhh. I ALWAYS hit this place up because you always need cheap ass broadcloth, poplin, CHIFFON or Taffeta. He’s got it all man. Its awesome for basic shit.
City Fabric has the best FUR and FLEECE selection you’ve ever seen.
Mora Tex is a favorite of mine. The guy here loves cosplayers and the fabric I get here is always rich and stunning looking. I bought my Astrologian Velvet, Dishonored purple and grey suede. Kylo’s outer tunic, Rey’s tunic and shoe wool, Lavellan’s trespasser tunic, and so much NICE suiting. Basically any heavier, richer type fabrics you can probably find here.
Trim 2000 Plus is the place I found my Inquistor buttons. This place is like a gold mine for buttons. They have the most interesting shit for super cheap. I spent like 5 bucks on both Emily and Corvos diamond cufflinks and royal button getup here.
Jerry’s all Trims. My favorite trim store!!! He has everything! Belts too! Great for any trims, tassles, or piping you made need. AND HE LETS YOU BUY THE WHOLE ROLL OR BY YARD. I bought all the leather cord here for our Solas necklaces. And every gold piece of my Astrologian cosplay.
SOME TECHNICAL ISSUES:
-Parking in LA FABRIC district is hell on earth. The spots up by Jerry’s All trims is my secret spot, those are usually free (2 hr maximum). You can check side spots too, like between maple and san pedro, but don’t feel bad about pulling into a parking structure and paying the 7 bucks. Its not so bad.
-Stores close around 6:00 on weekdays and saturdays.
-WHILE PARKING IS FREE ON SUNDAY. A lot of these shops aren’t open. LA Alex and the the button store are closed for example. Button store is also closed mondays for some reason? AND EVERYTHING CLOSES BY 4 ON SUNDAY.
-AWAYS bring cash. Lots of stores don’t take card. Or they will charge you extra for using it. There are ATMs inside some stores. But the service fee is like 3-5 bucks. YUCK.
-Theres a random costume shop on 9th street that sells gloves. SKIP THIS. I know your tempted to buy everything at once, but this guy is way overpriced. Order your gloves on ebay for $1, trust me.
-Best time to go is in the morning on a weekday, if you can manage it. Saturdays are hecka busy but that sometimes it a great thing cause the shops are ready to bargain.
-North of San pedro is NOT A GOOD AREA. Don’t park there. And if you’re leaving to go to Little Tokyo afterwards, turn around, take another street.
OK SO shiro and allura head rival marching bands, both as senior drum majors. iverson and coran respectively are the conductors.
lance, the beautiful boy that he is, is co-captain of allura’s band’s color guard (insert cliché langst trope about him always being second best)
hunk is the sousaphone because he can basically carry the entire band if he needs to, has incredible lung power, and impeccable rythym
slide on over to shiro’s band where we find pidge heading up the pit/front ensemble because it takes a lot of technical skill and varied knowledge of multiple instruments
and finally keith as the drum line section leader and a snare drum. he’s technically very good but his anger tends to get in the way of his leadership, so more often than not the drum line is a fucking mess lmao and he breaks sticks all the time
so basically fuck that noise of pit and drum line hating each other (even tho its true) because here we see conspiracy bros hanging out and discussing percussion shit
anyway so the plot is one day lance’s fam decides to move school districts and its Devastating. lance doesnt want to leave hunk or the guard or all these people who appreciate him, especially for a rival school. he gets to the new school and they dont have a color guard. so lance is thrown to the bottom of the totem pole (a middle sized bass drum ofc) and he has to deal with Angry Mullet McGee and his perfectionism and anger-driven performances
lance tries to start up a color guard but iverson is hearing nothing of it, saying they only let lance into the band anyway because keith thought he had potential. keith denies saying this to lance, who now constantly says “you liiiiiike me” at inappropriate times
lance goes above iversons head to the school board and they say yeah you can make a color guard team but youve gotta do all the work yourself buddy so lance Goes for it
unfortunately everyone else is too scared of iverson to leave their spot in the band so lance is the only person in the guard. he writes and choreographs drill and dances for himself to go along with their show and brings it to shiro who is delighted to see someone so passionate about band
when lance finally performs his solo routine along with the band, standing and grinning in front of the crowd, everyone goes fucking wild and loves it and they end up beating lances old school in the competition
hunk is congratulating him after the big performance when keith approaches, so hunk awkwardly leaves with an eyebrow wiggle because hey keith is cute underneath that rage and everyone knows it
“listen lance you were. really good out there. i just wanted to say that you didnt have to leave the drum line though. you were a good player even if you were annoying and never stopped flirting with everyone. what im trying to say is, you dont need to do everything alone, but that sounds stupid so ill just go”
lance is so touched because hes starting to feel as good as he did at his old school here with the help of new friends and eventually he gets more ppl to join the guard (shay, nyma, plaxum, maybe slav lmao)
and happily ever after, so basically im here for Happy Endings And Band Fun stop hurting lance in fics 2k17
EDIT: someone using thiscrush’s name and url was in the chat and we no longer believe its them that was sending the threats.
SO @tentacleds and @116 think saying this is funny at one point they start referring to my pedo ex selling my nudes cuz they pretended they have em. ALSO they talk about falsely accusing a friend of manipulation to get out of this
@116 special shoutout to u worthless inbred freak stop threatening to rape minors if you dont want called out anymore
(huge tw for p much everything under the cut + receipts that its them):
hunk and keith headcanons [insert sunglasses emoi]
“so hunk…how do you feel about cryptids?” “oh god. you’re just like pidge.” “don’t worry. we’ll convert you.”
a month later// hunk: i’ve decided my favorite cryptid is the jackalope. it’s cute and seems arguably nonviolent keith: oh that’s a good one. my favorite cryptid is pidge pidge, in the other room: i Heard that
hunk tries to help make the food coran cooks more palatable for all of them but keith is such a fucking picky eater when he’s able to be
hunk: how is it that you ate canned pears for months at a time and were satisfied but now that you’re in space you’ve decided to get all choosy
hunk is a really nice guy but that doesn’t mean that he won’t stand up for himself lmao so keith gives him an attitude he gives it right back
keith is secretly impressed
keith wants to be as strong as hunk wtf…hunk could lift the whole ship if he wanted to probably
but hunk is modest so keith says this to him one day and he almost passes out
keith’s work here is done
hunk is the only person who can make keith laugh until he cries and nobody else understands it it’s a fucking anomaly
how does he do it? teach them hunk
keith feels most comfortable discussing concerns with hunk or shiro but because shiro is having such a tough time he starts going to hunk more and it’s really so hard for him to open up to people but it seems so nonthreatening when it’s hunk he’s talking to…it’s weird but he can dig it
and hunk never judges him or makes him feel unintelligent for asking about something most people probably know or think is common knowledge and keith really appreciates that
plus hunk is literally always both dying and on fire so he can understand the need for reassurance
which is actually a great plus side to being friends with keith too because he never gives anything but the reality and that’s very grounding for hunk and his anxiety like keith never makes up anything just to make him feel better he describes the situation as it is
on the flip side keith also causes hunk’s heart rate to skyrocket because he’s always doing some type of dangerous shit that everyone has heavily advised against
hunk: are you really sure you wanna do that we’ve all discussed at great length how much of a horrible idea that is keith: …anyways [does it]
keith is touch starved as hell even if he won’t admit it and hunk is the team’s Official Hug Dealer
hunk has had to carry keith away from a fight so many fucking times. can keith calm the hell down. hunk just slings him over his shoulder and walks away with him while keith seethes like an angry cat.
keith cannot get over how strong hunk is. he tried to pick up hunk’s bayard while in gun form and almost broke his spine. what the fuck.
keith: so is hunk a nickname or…? hunk: no that’s my real name keith: hm. fitting. hunk: [screaming with his mouth closed]
hunk and pidge are So Smart it’s wild y’all. at first when they started talking to each other while keith was in the room he felt like they were speaking a different language but he’s like learning by osmosis and now he can understand like 20% of their technical talk
hunk: refers to something using the highly complex technical jargon no one but him understands keith: the what hunk: i’m so sorry. the tool to your right.
the nausea hunk experiences while in flight never really goes away even after they start flying on a daily basis so sometimes hunk will lay on the couch dying silently and keith will just rub his tummy
So im not a vet sb or anything but ive been reading blogs and looking into the bowl for a few years off and on. Most recently ive decided to actually give it a shot but i did extensive research and read countless stories both bad and good from all sex workers. From what i gather there are a few BASIC things everyone looking into this business need to know and understand. Correct me if im wrong and you are reading this please.
1: NEVER get into a car or go anywhere with a guy you are meeting for the first time or two. Take a cab, uber, train, bus and have him pay for it if its more then $15.(Thats just my preference do what you want sis)
2: Carry a form of protection i dont give a hell if its a fork bitch carry something to protect yourself hide it under your wig if you have to.
3: Tell someone you trust family, friend, tumblr sisters, leave a detailed note at home about who you are meeting, where, what time, and his information. If something were to happen to you the police/family will know where to start. Delete/trash it when you get home of course.
4: ALWAYS get your money before any sexual acts. For some its before they even have dinner on the first date/meeting. Its really up to you and what you prefer.
5: NEVER spend your own money with hopes of being reimbursed. The reason you got into this line of work was so that you didnt have to spend your own money sis, use your head.
6: Trust your gut, i dont care if his ass is worth a trillion dollars nothings more important then your safety. These men dont give a fuck about you at the end of the day everyones out for self in this game so be about your money first and all that other bs later.
lana is beautiful and so is this fic. i think my tag for it was just a bunch of exclamation points which basically means that i’ll be in love with it forever and never be able to properly use words when talking about it.
Clarke gets dirt stuck under her nails, Bellamy always keeps books at hand, they are both a mess but somewhere between throwing tomatoes at each other and hiding, they fall in love.
Or: Bellarke in the countryside.
Prompt: Imagine Bellarke in Modern AU. With Sunday brunches on the back porch and whispered I love yous when no one else is listening.
with the possibility of coming across as too much, let me just say that there are few people who have stolen my heart in the degree that Sara has. That being said, even if I didn’t love her to the moon and back, I would still be able to see beautiful talent, and that is definitely something that my dear friend has. So here’s the short summary of my latest obsession of hers:
It’s been two years since the spaceship Aphelion mysteriously disappeared, its crew branded by the ARK as traitors to be shot on sight. Jake Griffin was on that ship, and with him, a dangerous secret that could change civilized space forever.
Now, Clarke wants some answers - and revenge, if she can get it. Bellamy wants a bigger ship - specifically, Clarke’s. Wells wants to fix the system his father broke. Octavia wants a little fun. Miller wants everyone to stop making poor life choices. Harper wants to kiss the new girl. And Raven? Well, Raven just wants to blow shit up.
The universe won’t know what’s hit it. (Space pirates AU!)
Listen. I love social media aus, nerdy!Bellamy and thirsty!Clarke. Thankfully this fic has a little of all that. It also has adorable fanboy Jas and that’s also a plus for me. This one has stayed with me since the night i read it, so it’s def up there on my faves list.
Clarke is pretty sure Bellamy is the hottest lyft driver she’s ever had, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he’s a pretty great conversationalist, too. When she finds out him and Raven used to work together, it feels natural to become friends. She just never thought they’d get along quite so well, or that their lives would come together so easily, or that she’d fall madly in love with him. But that’s life.
aka: a social media au incorporating text messages, snapchats, tweets, and instagrams that definitely no one asked for.
i love tierney more than i love most people on this god forsaken site. her writing is always like coming home which is way too cheesy even for me. so here. read this summary so i dont become a blubbering mess.
She finds Bellamy back on that floral couch. They’d moved it into the screened room for the winter, and then back out again once the days grew long and warm. It was becoming another tradition, apparently.
And so was this; him smoking on the sofa, her head on his shoulder, voices low in the early morning while everyone else was asleep and the world felt like it belonged to them, just for the moment.
“Someone had fun,” he teases, flicking at a spot on her neck. Clarke reaches up to feel the tender skin; Glass must have given her a hickey while they were getting carried away.
She flushes, but he’s looking back at the sunrise. “I always have fun,” she reminds him, and he groans.
“Yeah, I remember.”
“This is my favorite part, though,” Clarke says, curling up a little more against him so he’ll put his arm around her for warmth. She’s still kind of drunk, so she’s not sure if she’s making sense, but she trusts that he’ll get it. Bellamy always seems to understand what she means. “Just–us. It’s my favorite.”
Bellamy stubs out his cigarette and leans back against her. “Mine too.”
That’s all I have time for tonight, but I do have a longer one in my drafts that I plan on finishing and publishing soon.
I will also use this to shamelessly self promo - I’m taking requests for the next two weeks bc HOLIDAYS! no more teaching for me for two weeks and that is glorious.
so pls send in any and all prompts you want filled by yours truly