something that won't happen

Welp, I did it and made myself sad

Courtesy of The 100 season 4 finale and my own anxieties about season 5

Clarke and Bellamy finally find each other again, but a lot has changed in six years…

As people rushed out of the cells and down the corridor, one prisoner rushed out only to stop. People pushed past as he looked down both ends of the corridor, probably determining the best exit route. Clarke’s heart tried to make its way into her throat. Perhaps that’s why she could barely gasp out his name.

Whether he heard the barely audible breath or his gaze was inextricably drawn to her as it always seemed to be, Bellamy turned, locking eyes with her even as bodies surged past between them. His big brown eyes were wide, freckles standing out against skin paled from the artificial light.

She couldn’t remember who moved first but they were both suddenly hurtling through the crowds, away from the exits, towards each other. Clarke practically launched herself into his arms as Bellamy clutched her to him. She buried her face into his shoulder as he buried his into her hair. She could feel his arms convulse around her—they were definitely bigger, he must’ve been working out, what else would there be to do on the Ark for six years.

Six years. Had it really been that long since she had seen him. Since they had parted on the island; her racing off to the radio tower to send the signal to turn the Ark’s power on so he and Raven and Monty and the others could survive. Of course it had been that long. She had radioed him every day of those six years, never even knowing if the signal had gone through, if he was alive.

But he was. He was right here. With her.

She could feel Bellamy’s heart pounding just as hard as hers. His shirt was damp from the steam billowing out of the pipes but it still smelled like him. Clarke tightened her arms around his neck, gripping her own arms as if locking in, unwilling to let anyone separate them ever again.

It seemed they stayed that way for an eternity before they each loosened their grips, still holding onto each other as if afraid they would vanish should they let go. They pulled away just enough to be able to look at each other; to note the slight changes in their faces from the years apart but how ultimately the same they still looked. Bellamy’s hair was a bit longer, probably unable to cut it while held prisoner, and he had facial hair—not quite a beard yet but a bit too much to be called stubble— that Clarke wasn’t sure about. It made him look older, rougher. It didn’t match his eyes. Those big brown orbs that threw the doors wide on his every emotion no matter how hard he tried to hide it. She was staring into them too long. But then, they tended to do that didn’t they? A slight smile was forming on his lips and Clarke could feel herself beaming even as tears leaked down her face.

“You’re alive,” they whispered simultaneously.

Bellamy grinned and Clarke’s sob turned into a laugh. Bellamy, ever so gently, wiped the tears from her cheek, Clarke nuzzling into his palm. As his hand slowly fell away, it was then that Clarke noticed Monty and Murphy behind him. They stood back a few steps, letting the two reunite. But each had a strange look on their faces as they looked back on the two before turning and scanning the rushing crowd.

Bellamy noticed Clarke’s glance at the others and his face began to fall.

“Bellamy, what is it?”

Still holding onto her arms, Bellamy turned to look back.

Emori and Harper raced out of one of the cells but stopped, waiting by the door. Echo appeared, dragging Raven out with her. Raven was limping slightly still. Emori hastened to help Raven as Harper and Echo scanned the corridor for the men. Harper spotted them and led the rush over, Raven and Emori behind, followed by Echo. Clarke had thought that they had been slowed down by Raven’s leg, but as the women moved towards them, Echo was also slowed by a burden she was carrying. A little girl with dark curls and big eyes was poised on her hip.

Bellamy stiffened and stepped away from Clarke. He almost stepped out of her reach, but Clarke kept a grip on his sleeve.

Harper flew into Monty’s arms while Murphy rushed to kiss Emori before helping her with Raven. Bellamy seemed rooted in place, turned halfway towards the approaching women, almost straining towards them, but something seemed to be holding him back—something besides Clarke’s fist wadded in his sleeve. With Bellamy turned, Raven and Echo now caught sight of Clarke. Something flashed in Raven’s eyes—surprise, relief, joy, and then a look that was eerily familiar. Echo cast a glance to Raven, but otherwise betrayed no emotion, merely adjusting the girl on her hip as they reached the men.

Bellamy looked completely lost. He locked eyes with Raven and a look passed between them that sent a swift pain to Clarke’s chest though she didn’t know why. Or maybe she did know why, she just wouldn’t admit it yet. Bellamy turned back to Clarke, eyes wide, but now fearful. He looked utterly heartbroken. His mouth opened as if to speak, but nothing came out before he glanced back towards Raven and Echo and the girl on her hip.

As Echo approached, the girl surged out of her arms towards Bellamy. He took her from Echo instinctively—the movement looking completely natural. He didn’t even have to think about it as he held her to his chest, her arms latching around his neck as she buried her face into his neck, not entirely unlike what Clarke had done just moments before. Bellamy kissed the top of the girl’s head, squeezing her tight. Raven reached out to stroke the girl’s hair, her hand just lingering on Bellamy’s shoulder before falling back down. The girl then pulled back, Bellamy adjusting her to his hip, and she looked over at Clarke.

“Daddy, who’s that?”

Clarke’s heart in her throat was now choking her.

Raven looked away, Emori rubbing circles on her back comfortingly. Bellamy’s entire body was rigid. He looked like he would shatter at the slightest touch as his watery eyes turned briefly to Clarke as if in apology.

“Clarke,” Bellamy began gruffly, addressing the girl on his hip first before looking back over to the woman he had been forced to leave behind. “This is Clarke.”


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Even if you could do all those things, but how could you be someone who could do that? The world would know that you were the one that betrayed every last one of our partners. Betray the memory of Charles Vane. 

Charles Vane is dead. I’d do it for us. It’s how it started. It’s how it’s going to end.

  • Star Wars Fans: We want an Obi-Wan Kenobi movie with Ewan McGregor!!!
  • Disney: What's that? A Han Solo movie without Harrison Ford?
  • Star Wars Fans: What? No, we don't want--
  • Disney: And a guy who looks nothing like Han to play Han?
  • Star Wars Fans: No, just--
  • Disney: How about another, white brunette female lead cause Girl Power™, yeah!
  • Star Wars Fans: Female leads are great and all but what about women of color being the lead--
  • Disney: What if this female lead was Han's real love interest and we totally undermine Leia completely?
  • Star Wars Fans: No, that's not what we want at all. Who are you even listening--
  • Disney: Great! It's already in production with a large budget and a predominately white, male cast, but we added Donald Glover so it's all cool!
  • Star Wars Fans: What
  • Disney: Look how excited everyone is for this Han Solo movie! We just started filming today, yay!!! It's gonna be the film of a generation!
  • Star Wars Fans: *sigh*

If you can’t protect Iris, Joe has no use for you


Coffee Luck Part 02 of ? (start here) - MakoHaru Barista!Makoto AU

WHO ON EARTH COULD THAT BE? IT’S OK HARU. I’m pretty sure people draw their crushes too. Finally, something will happen in Part 03. 8D Sorry I’m a bit slow with this one, art stamina is a bit too low. Nonetheless hopefully this was an okay continuation! Thanks for reading this nonsense. OTL

Stop giving artists shit because they don’t know how to draw certain skin tones. If an artist doesn’t know how to effectively draw darker complexions, it isn’t because they’re racist. It’s because they’re young, inexperienced, and/or still learning. Yes, knowing how to draw skin tones ranging from light to dark is good– but knowing those things isn’t what determines whether or not you are a good artist.

Giving them shit over it by calling them racist, spreading rumors, sending them anon hate, etc. isn’t going to encourage them. All it’s going to do is break them down and cause them to give up on art completely. If you want to encourage someone, give them confidence and advice, not hatemail.


Sometimes it makes things hard, but Kuroo doesn’t really mind

There’s a knock on the office door. “Clarke?” She looks up and sees Bellamy walking in. He closes the door gently and walks over to the chair where she’s sitting. The same one where he woke up after being brought here.

She quickly wipes her eyes, as if that’ll make it seem like she wasn’t just silently balling. Softly he repeats, “Clarke?”

“So did they finally agree with how they were going to settle picking 100 people?” She doesn’t quite look at him.

He moves so he’s right in her line of sight. “No. I came in here to talk to you. To see if you were okay.”

She clears he throat and wipes he pants as she stands. “Yeah I’m good. I’m going to go see if people need help settling in.” She tries to talk past him but he blocks her path.

“Stop. Take a second. You’ve been over a roller coaster these last few days. Just take a minute. The world is ending, but you can’t make them speed up.”

She crosses her arms. She grunts out, “Get out of my way.”


She looks at him, really looks at him. All she sees is Bellamy so concerned for her. That’s what breaks her. She screams, “I pointed a gun at you! I could have killed you!” Tears are streaming down her face as she tries to wipe them away. Bellamy lifts his arms as if to comfort her but then changes his mind putting them back at his side. She wishes he would. She just feels so alone.

“You were only doing what you thought was right-”

“But killing you would never be right. I couldn’t do it! I put the entire human race at risk because I couldn’t.”

Bellamy pauses. They have always been connected in some way always relying on each other for support. He doesn’t know what he could offer her to make her feel better because frankly he doesn’t know exactly what’s upsetting her. “Clarke. The human race gets to survive you helped make sure of that-“

“You should be screaming at me telling me how awful I am for leaving your sister out to die!”

“It doesn’t matter now! I was already pissed at you but that’s not going to change anything now! The bunker was opened. It doesn’t matter.”

Tears start streaming down her face. She chokes his words out, “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.”

Bellamy looks at her pained. He doesn’t know what he could do for her to make this better. “Clarke.” She looks up at him. “Do you need forgiveness?“ A half smile appears on her face which he returns. She sniffles her tears slowing down. He says, “People don’t know what happened here and that’s okay. The people who will live in here will be decided and then we’ll see what happens.”

He closes the distance between then and wraps his arms around her. She stiffens and for a second he thinks he made a mistake but then she hugs him right back. They stay like that for a second too long but it was warm, comforting, felt like home.

Then they hear a crackling on the radio. They both pull apart to look still having their arms touching. The crackling clears up and they hear, “This is Raven Reyes and I’m alive.”

They both look at each other eyes wide and rush over to see if they can contact her back.

Why I keep logging onto Tumblr to see what’s happening with One Direction

I swear to God I’m not exaggerating when I say I’ve been scrolling for over an hour on my dash trying to find some robron content and all I’ve seen in that hour is a couple who yodels and raps, some guy enthusiastically playing the sax and general hate towards the guy who actually won this…contest?? Is it even a contest? Idk. I don’t know what the hell is going on in Europe ATM but they seem to be having a good time.

I’m sorry but I need to say this, I’m getting angry that Even doesn’t trust Isak enough to tell him about his old friends and what happened. That he is leaving Isak in the dark here and almost making Sana do it too. Yes, Isak should hear it from Even, but the impression of the clip I got is that Even only went up to Sana in the first place is to hear from her if she had said anything about his old friends to Isak.

Isak deserves to know and I’m glad he notice something was up when Even kissed his cheek. And I hope we will find out soon for Isak sake.

This makes me think that the one who really is going to get hurt is Isak here. He will probably find out from someone else and will be hurt that Even didn’t trust him enough with this. (And then Even will get hurt because Isak is hurt etc).

itsasianbite  asked:

Hi there! Can you please recommend me some romantic shoujo mangas that aren't cliche? Like I want to read something that you won't know what might happen next and something not too typical and maybe something underrated. Thank you!

Hey there! I can’t think of many but here are some manga series you should check out!