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she-is-made-of-outer-space  asked:

I reblogged it from my sideblog bellsclarkey 😊 Congratulations on you follower milestone!! Could you possibly write this prompt for bellarke? "you had an accident and hit your head. the doctor says you have some kind of amnesia that restarts your memory every few hours, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re still married so please stop with the flirty pick up lines" Thank you!!

thank you so much! <3

also, i turned this into an archaeologists au while i’m at it, bcos why not lmao

YOUR BELLARKE FIC:

[also on ao3]

Bellamy wakes up to a rhythmic, steady prodding, something both hard and soft jabbing into his temple, over and over again. 

He snaps his head up from the bed he’s currently slumped sideways over, his legs numb from hours in the hospital chair. “Clarke?”

She blinks at him, her face clean save for a couple of small scrapes and the butterfly bandage across her brow. “You’re sleeping on my arm.”

“Oh, shit.” He opens his fists instantly, releasing her hand from the confines of his sleep-heavy slump. “Sorry, I— are you okay? How are you feeling?”

Her eyes travel slowly around the room, taking in the bed and the beeping machines. “Am I in the hospital?”

All the breath rushes out of him in a desperate wave of relief and worry. “Yes, you’re in the hospital. Do you want some water? Here, have some water.”

She merely blinks at the cup he brings over to her from the bedside table, frowning slightly at the straw he holds out to her before looking up at him.

“Are you a nurse?”

He rolls his eyes, even as he welcomes the release of anxiety lifting off his shoulders. If she’s already back to cracking jokes, she must be feeling fine. “Sure, Clarke. Here, drink some water.”

She sips obediently, settling back into her pillow as she watches him bring the cup back to the bedside table. “You’re not wearing scrubs.”

“They ran out of my colour,” he says dryly, moving back to the bed to perch gently on it, careful to avoid jostling her. 

She hums silently, head cocked as she observes him. “Shame. I love a man in a uniform.”

He blinks at the familiar curve of her lips. That’s definitely not her usual happy-Clarke smile. That looks a lot more like Clarke’s I’m-about-to-make-YOU-very-happy smile.

“Clarke,” he says, “are you feeling alright?”

She shifts on the bed, still smiling that coy smile. “Come on, now. That’s not fair. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.” She pauses, head tilting invitingly. “FYI, this bed’s not the only thing in this room that’s single, you know.”

He stares at her for a full three seconds, every last inch of him frozen solid. 

And then he leaps off the bed, bounding to the door and flinging it open. 

Nurse!


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  • the clip starts with eva talking about causeries: humorous written piece that, in english, can be referred to as “talk of the town”. eva says she’s not good at it while noora says she doesn’t even know what it is. 👀👀👀
  • even before sana starts focusing on the carrot munching, from the very first second of the clip, the audio has a slight echo to it. which could just be the staircase in which they’re in but i’d think that the team would fix it in post-prod. i feel like they left it because it gives a daydreaming quality to the scene and sana’s pov. from the start, she’s not really listening.
  • carrot munching from the trailer
  • i’ve seen people comment that noora is eating too loudly, that’s not what it is.
    firstly: have you ever managed to eat a carrot silently? and secondly: the shot is to show how much sana is annoyed by noora now. when you hate someone, you tend to find every single thing they do annoying. suddenly, they breathe too loud, eat too loud, are just generally gross.
  • in my attempt to find out if there was a word for this phenomenon other than misophonia (as i understand it, misophonia is when you’re hypersensitive to certain sounds regardless of the context or person…i was looking for a word for when it happens only when you hate someone), i discovered a video of 5mn of carrot munching noises. here it is if you want to die.
  • the mcdonald’s discourse
  • sana looks outside at sara, vilde, and laila and…
  • …i’ll come back to this image later.
  • as sana focuses on noora and eva joining the group, she tunes out the noise around her just as when in prayer or when she was looking at yousef’s facebook profile. it seems that the music from sigur rós is used here as it was used in the other focusing scenes.
  • isak literally gets his nose into other people’s business (and i feel that almost everyone noticed immediately, despite how little of the frame it takes, because of the reading sense)
  • again, we have isak trying to reach sana and he says exactly what’s on sana’s mind: “has sara stolen all your friends?”

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@greenkittyclock  made this and im crying

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I should probably warn you that: 1. The idea is very old; 2. I mostly write stuff so I can push character limits, and here I clearly pushed too hard. Basically, expect lots of OOC.


Title: Think Before You Speak

Fandom: MommaCQ (belongs to @alainaprana)

Wordcount: 983

Warnings: OOC; mentions of injury and hospitalization; blatant angst.

Summary: Error hates the hospital.

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Florida school told black teen her afro was ‘too extreme,’ 'needs to be fixed’

  • North Florida Christian is a private school in Tallahassee, Florida, that is now tangled up in a huge controversy over hair.
  • Jenesis Johnson, a 17-year-old black student, told local reporters that she was cornered by a teacher about her hair. 
  • A teacher began prodding Johnson about how long she’s worn her hair in an afro, and soon other students jumped into the conversation.
  • “She said that my hair needs to be fixed, it was not neat and needs to be put in a style,” Johnson told reporters at local CBS affiliate WCTV about her initial conversation with the teacher. “My hair is fixed.”
  • Two weeks later, Johnson was called into the assistant principal’s office. “She said your hair is extreme and faddish and out of control. It’s all over the place,” Johnson told WCTV. What’s worse is that the principal said that Johnson’s afro went against school rules and was a distraction for other students in her classes. Read more (5/22/17)

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