My contribution for Sormik week. I know it doesn’t fit today’s theme but I’ve had this idea for a while and thought this week was the best time to post it :) Also I don’t know if I’ll have chance to make anything else before the week ends.
Name your top 5 SHIPS that are driving you crazy right now. The ones that are still at the WILL THEY OR WONT THEY STAGE, STOP BEING IDIOTS, or the worst of them all FOLLOW YOUR HEARTS ALREADY. Oh and because the creators love to see us cry, ITS MORE THAN THE ADDICTION and SHOW CROSSED LOVERS.
WILL THEY OR WONT THEY-BELLARKE
These two have been teetering on maybe since late season one and even though it seems THEY WILL, every time they have a heart to heart or life or death moment, THEY DON’T. BELLAMY and CLARKE have a deep connection, and the thing that makes it unbreakable is that above all they are best friends, but it’s clear their is more. Still I will never abandon this ship or loose hope because this ship has all of the makings for true OTP status.
STOP BEING IDIOTS-KICHIE
From the moment they met KATE and RICHIE had a spark and even though he brought her into a living hell she found the humanity in him that no one else took the time to see. The sexual tension was palpable from the first kiss and had it not been for her death and possession by and evil Aztec goddess they would most likely have been together by now. Unfourtiantly this show is in major limbo and may not get the chance to show us that happy otp ending, but if it does I’m still screaming STOP BEING IDIOTS ALREADY because you have that thing that screams endgame.
FOLLOW YOUR HEARTS-BRALLIE
BRANDON and CALLIE have been IT for each other from the beginning. This has been proven through both of their failed attempts to get over each other. Starting out as friends and moving on to something more passionate than most married couples, their hearts had to take a back seat for family. After accepting their roles as siblings and trying to make it work they only found distance, but now that Brandon has taken a stand and made it publicly known that he won’t shut Callie out of his life anymore in order to quail the awkwardness, it’s clear that they are on their way back to being best friends. If they both finally decide to FOLLOW THERE HEARTS this time around, they will find that their is never going to be anyone else for each other. They have always put family first so here’s hoping they find a balance and become the OTP they were always meant to be.
IT’S MORE THAN THE ADDICTION-RIZZY
RAPHAEL and ISABELLE status came out of necessity. She needed the drugs to quail her addiction and he succumbed to his long gone thirst for flesh blood from the sourse. Had isabell not needed a fix from someone she knew then these two probably wouldn’t have mingled much, other then the occasional Ali in the fight against evil, but alas they did and something came of it. While most people only see the addiction some of us choose to look past the substance abuse and see the deeper connection. Raphael is someone who doesn’t open up to others very easily and yet he is basically an open book when it comes to Isabelle. The same might be said for Isabelle in regards to her need to keep things bottled up. Somehow in-between the highs, these two found a connection and if we are lucky they will get the chance to explore that SOMETHING MORE with out the drugs. While I know due to book circumstances of cannon Sizzy and Raphael’s sexual status this may all end rather quickly, but I still can’t help love this pairing. I would love to see Raphael an asexual character find something he’s been missing in a relationship with Isabelle an extremely sexual character who is never found that profound connection with anyone. As probalimatic as they started they too have all the makings of an amazing OTP.
SHOW CROSSED LOVERS- KLAROLINE
From the moment they met their was an imediate attraction between Caroline and KLAUS. Although He was one for the chase Caroline could not come to terms with what she was feeling. The thing that made their connection so powerful was the fact that while Caroline could see the bits of humanity in the monstrous klaus, he could see how much more alive she was when she became the monster herself. He was in awe of how unbelievably human she was when she became a vampire as it simple heightened all of her amazing qualities. Caroline in return started to piece together the type of man Klaus could be. These two as many other would be lovers were torn apart by obligation and family. Once they were actually put on two different shows it seemed impossible, but now that their are whispers of a possible move to New Orleans it just may happen. Another issue for these two was time, it was never right, but that may all change very soon. These two may have once been SHOW CROSSED , but with the ending of TVD their is hope. Klaus has always maintained that he intended to be Caroline’s last love and that intently echoes endgame.
“Isn’t she pretty, Jordy?” I hear Beth’s ripping voice from somewhere, “when she looks into your eyes.”
All of this moves me, powerfully, and the day feels rare, the dusk falling purple, and I must be drunk because I think I hear Beth’s voice far away, saying crazy things, asking me if I feel different, and loved.
and later on that night
Beth calls after, and we have a long-winding talk, the 40-ouncers still heavy on us both.
She is asking if I remember how we used to hang on the monkey bars, hooking our legs around each other, and how strong we got and how no one could ever beat us, and we could never beat each other, but we’d agree to each release our hands at the count of three, and that she always cheated, and I always let her, standing beneath, looking up at her and grinning my gap-toothed, pre-orthodontic grin.
Such reminiscence is unlike Beth, but she is drunk and I think she may still be drinking, her mother’s V.S.O.P., and she sounds affected by our time at the gorge, and possibly by other things.
“I hate how everything changes, always,” she says. “But you don’t.”
coach party w/o beth
Once, Beth and I had a night like this, the night before we started high school. Kiddie-like, we’d hooked her brother’s Swiss Army into our palms and pressed them tight against each other, and later Beth said she could feel my heart beating in my hand, her hand. She swore she could. We knew that meant something. Something had passed between us and would endure. We don’t talk about it anymore and it was a century ago, wars won and lost since then.
And, Beth, you’re not even here now.
morning after another coach party
“You have always been soft to these things, Addy,” she says. “Last summer you were.”
And I don’t want her to talk about last summer again, and all our bickerings at cheer camp when everyone thought we were busting up. Because this has nothing to do with that girly nonsense.
“I tell you, Adelaide, I know her kind.”
Climbing over the back of the sofa, Beth swings her bare legs, nestling into me, and I’m listening but not listening because I don’t like that hitch in her voice.
“She better enjoy it while she can,” she rumbles, burrowing her head into the pillow I’ve tucked under my arm, burrowing her head into me, like always. “Because in a few years she’ll probably pop out another kid and her hips’ll spread like rising dough and before she knows it, she’ll be coaching field hockey instead.”
Twisting her fingers in my hair, she tunnels into me and the pillow behind me, hiding herself.
“Who will want her then?” she asks.
“None of us.”
beth waiting outside addy’s house (this entire scene tbh)
“She is so transparent,” she says, eyeing me head to toe. “Now she wants to be your best friend, huh? Sharing secrets on her outlet mall sofa? She thinks she can work us like two-dollar whores. I hope you are not a whore, Addy. Are you a whore?”
I don’t say anything.
“Are you a whore?” she says, walking towards me, “and is Coach your sweet-lipped Mack Daddy whispering promises in your ear?”
“I was practicing,” I say. “She’s the coach.”
Beth folds her arms and stares me down.
I don’t say a word.
“Haven’t you learned anything, Addy?” she says. I’m not sure what she means, but I know I have to settle her.
I see something in her eyes I know from back when, from some girl-recesses of time spent hiding in playground tunnels together, nursing schoolyard wounds.
Nobody might understand about Beth because her seeming power overwhelms. But I can see behind things.
And so I find myself reaching my pinkie out to twine hers, and she shakes it off and gripes some more, about Coach’s treachery and false friend ways, but I do see her rest the smallest bit inside, her shoulders unhunching from a toadlike curl.
and massaging scene
“You were burning this tonight,” she says, so dark I can see nothing but the whites of her eyes, the silver eyeliner.
“I was,” I murmur. “Back tucks.”
And there’s this sense that somehow she knows.
“How did it feel?” she whispers. “To nail it.”
“Like this,” I say, curling under the hard pressure from her hand. “But better.”
fighting about coach
“I’ve been right before, other times. You believe people, just like cheer camp, with that St. Regina Flyer. That compulsive liar, Casey Jaye. And you licked it all up.”
Beth, always sifting ancient history, scattering ashes at me. Always going back to last summer. It was our only fight and it wasn’t a fight really. Just stupid girl stuff.
I never thought you’d be friends again after that, RiRi said afterward. But we were. No one understands. They never have.
“Beth, can’t you leave all this alone?” I say now, surprised at the strain in my voice. “You got what you wanted. You’re captain again and you can do whatever you want. So stop.”
“It’s not my choice,” she says. “Something gets started, you have to see it through.”
“See what through? What, Beth? What, Captain-My-Captain?”
She pauses, clicking her teeth, an old habit from the days we both slid retainers around in our hanging-jaw girl mouths.
“You don’t understand it, do you. All that’s happened. It’s all her.”
She leans back, spreading her long ponytail across her face, her mouth.
Then she says something and I think it’s, “She has your heart.”
“What?” I say, feeling something ping in my stomach, my hand fisting over it.
“She has herpart,” she says, brushing her ponytail from her face, “in all this.”
But I can’t believe I misheard her. Did I?
“It’s not just me,” she says again, teeth latching and unlatching. “She has her part.”
during addy’s paranoia about the murder and coach’s part
“Addy, I can’t make you believe me,” she says, looking down at me. “And as for you and Coach…”
She lays her hand on my hand, like a benediction.
“We are never deceived,” she says, her voice deep and ringing. “We deceive ourselves.”
and there’s more - there’s a lot a lot a lot more but this is already a long post so uh yeah, enjoy. this is also my subtle way of telling everyone that it’s time to use new quotes xoxo