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Waterboyy the series l ¡Bésame muy bien! 

Eng. Trans:

  *New crying*
- Oh. Did you lose your virginity or something?
- How was losing your first kiss with a man?
  *New crying*
-  How do you feel right now?
New:  I can’t take it anymore…..
           I wanna go home…..

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Translation based on what i transcribed and translate online, any correction would be appreciated. 🙏

You Steal the Air out of My Lungs (You Make Me Feel It)

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written by: Emily | @prosciuttoe

prompt: ‘I know that you think I hate you but I swear to God I didn’t mean to hit you with my car.‘

word count: 2815

The funny thing is, under entirely different circumstances, Clarke’s pretty sure that she and Bellamy Blake could have been friends.

The first time she meets him, Kane is introducing them and he’s supposed to be showing her the ropes, since it’s her first day at the bookstore. He has a well-worn copy of Howl’s Moving Castle sticking out of his bag, freckles, and dark, messy curls that Clarke really wants to run her fingers through. (She’s… pretty intrigued, if she’s being entirely honest.)

But then he opens his big, stupid mouth, and suddenly all of her feelings of goodwill go up in smoke, because Bellamy Blake is, undoubtedly, a massive asshole.

He won’t stop calling her Princess, for one, and makes a face every time she so much as asks a question about the cash register. The constant jibes about her having gotten the job due to nepotism (so their boss may also be her mom’s fiancé, sue her) certainly don’t help either, and he actually laughs when a book display falls on her foot.

Suffice to say, he is definitely not her favorite person. On particularly bad days, she entertains a fantasy or two of shoving him down a flight of stairs. On worse ones, she dreams of pushing him down a manhole.

Still, murderous tendencies aside, Clarke doesn’t mean to actually run him over with her car.

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you give me a reason, something to believe in

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written by: Mel | @mellamymake

prompt: ‘If you wouldn’t mind could you do a canon verse fic where Abby and Kane are getting married and Clarke is the maid of honor and Bellamy is the best man? And could you possibly add the reception too?’ for anonymous

word count: 3416

Abby cocks her head, lips pressing in a tense line. “Please say something.”

Clarke opens her mouth — but nothing comes out. It’s not a problem to be solved. It’s not an obstacle to be overcome. It’s not a new foe to be defeated.

It’s just… news.

Or, the one where Marcus and Abby decide to get married, and being the maid of honour isn’t quite as much trouble as Clarke’s expecting.


Of all the things Clarke’s been adding to her ever-growing to-do list, the one item she never expected would come up is a wedding.

Every priority she’s ever had since her first step on the ground has been overtaken by survival. Surviving the harsher elements of Earth’s volatile weather. Surviving as a fledgling community of inexperienced, ill-equipped juvenile delinquents. Surviving war with the grounders. Surviving Mount Weather. Surviving the nuclear apocalypse — again. The very thought of survival has consumed her, commanding her utter and absolute attention right from the very first breath she’d drawn of organic, naturally produced air.

Now, after almost a full year on the ground, she’s not sure she can quite remember how people even get married anymore. The mere concept alone seems almost foreign.

Which is why when her mother breaks the news to her, her brain abruptly stutters to a grinding halt, and she finds herself at a complete loss for words for the first time in what feels like forever.

Abby cocks her head, lips pressing in a tense line. “Please say something.”

She opens her mouth — but nothing comes out.

It’s not a problem to be solved. It’s not an obstacle to be overcome. It’s not a new foe to be defeated.

It’s just… news.

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A client brought in a very old deer that he wanted remounted. We can remount an old pair of antlers by removing them from the old mount, getting a replacement cape, and redoing it from scratch with an entirely new form. We didn’t realize just how old it was and look what was inside! Antique taxidermy techniques! The deer skull was cleaned and used to form the basis for the new head. The nose bone on the skull was replaced with a carved wooden nose so the nostril could be tucked inside. The meat around the skull was rebuilt with plaster and pieces of wool. The ear liners were even cut from a piece of metal (probably tin?). Such an amazing look into the past!! I can’t imagine how long it used to take to mount a deer with this technique.

What We Built

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written by: S | @kinetic-elaboration

prompt: The 100 start calling Bellamy and Clarke “mom” and “dad” at the dropship camp, and the tradition continues even after the Ark comes down, causing confusion for @a-duck-with-herpes

word count: 8504

It started with Miller, which is the hardest part to explain later, after it’s spiraled out of control. But at the time it was really no more than a joke. A throwaway joke. 

Bellamy had been distributing guns and handing out guard assignments, looking over his misfit crew of teenage criminals like they were the real deal, because they had to be, because the enemy was out there, somewhere, beyond the gate. The atmosphere was understandably tense. Some of the new guard squared their shoulders and gritted their teeth, and tried to seem bigger than they were. Others just stared at their weapons like they hardly believed the guns were real. And some, like Miller, pretended this whole thing was a joke. Pretended they were in control and not afraid. So when Bellamy told him he was on the night shift, and then dismissed him with the others, he just smirked and said, “You got it, Dad,” as he slung his gun over his shoulder. 

It was a little weird. But at least it broke the tense atmosphere, the looming threat of war and death that had tied up everyone else’s tongue, so a few of them laughed anyway, uncertain and with obvious unease, before they scattered to their various posts. 

* 

“Why dad though?” Bellamy asked, as he finished his second circuit around the dropship ground floor.  

His tone said rhetorical but his face, when Clarke looked up from organizing their medical supplies, said explain this right now. So she thought for a moment and suggested, “Nervous joke about authority figures?” 

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