#* blake [ . . . ] dialogue .

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

“you look like you could use a hug.”

thank you to @thru00thepages22 for this prompt!! enjoy some George x Blakely <3

Word count: 962

Blakely was staring. Brow furrowed, he sat, frowning, at his desk, drumming the tip of his pen incessantly against the edge of the table. Since the moment he'd first laid eyes on George that morning, he'd been unable to look away, tracking her every move with keen attention. Dark circles ran rings beneath her eyes, and she was on what was at least her third cup of coffee. Even more disturbingly, she was distracted. If there was one thing George Aarons never was, it was distracted - she was the best, rolling out messages with such focus and rapidity that none of the Americans had ever quite been able to catch up. But in the last ten minutes, he had watched her lose track four times, tearing the sheet from her typewriter with a sigh of frustration every time she made a mistake.

Yesterday's mission hadn't been good. It hadn't exactly been bad - they'd seen much worse, taken much greater blows than the four planes they'd lost the previous afternoon. As far as Blakely knew, George hadn't even known any of the lost crews, all of whom had been replacements - a group she seemed to make a pointed effort to avoid. Yet there she was, clunking away clumsily at the keys, appearing utterly miserable.

It was almost startling how much it bothered him, so when she got up he made to follow, trailing a few metres behind her as she crossed the floor towards the kitchen, empty mug in hand. Reaching her just as George was about to make another cup of coffee, he held out a tentative hand, scarcely grazing her arm. "Think that's probably enough for one day, huh?" Everett spoke softly, gently prying the cup from her as she looked up at him with a frown.

"S'only my second one," George protested, although she made no physical effort to stop him.

"Uh-huh, well, that's definitely not true," He shrugged, leaning back against the countertop. "So?"

Sighing, she threw up her hands in surrender. "So what?"

"You gonna make me work for it, Aarons? You're fucking up all your work - and I'm saying this from a place of love, but you look like shit."

George sucked in a long, deep breath, and a spark of panic shot through Blakely as it suddenly appeared as though she were about to burst out crying, bottom lip pulled taut between her teeth, eyes welling up with tears. "Ssshit, no-no, hey-" Pushing himself away from the counter, Everett stepped forward, swiftly bridging the gap between them, his hands on her shoulders as he tried to meet her gaze.

She groaned frustratedly, wiping away her tears with such force that her hands left faint, pink marks on the flesh of her cheeks. "Jesus Christ. Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"I dunno... nicely."

Releasing a huff of laughter, he gently squeezed her shoulder. "You want me to stop being nice? That's a new one."

"Shut up," George tittered slightly, shaking her head as she gave his chest a kindly shove. But the moment her amusement subsided, her expression dulled again, and a deep frown creased Blakely's expression.

"Ok, seriously. You gotta give me somethin' here, honey," He sighed.

Looking up at him, she shrugged. "It's just... tomorrow's gonna be one year since Curt died... And I slept like shit, and I'm tired, alright?"

For a moment it was silent, the air suddenly hanging so thick between them that George felt like suffocating. When she'd awoken from the few hours of sleep she'd managed to find last night, Frankie had been in bed beside her, a wordless understanding of precisely what was happening. All she could think about was the moment she'd found out Curt was dead, looping it over and over in her head - she could still hear the beeps of Morse code, could remember so vividly the split second she realised what the message was spelling out, the report falling to her before anyone else even had a clue.

Wordlessly, Blakely stepped forward, closing the gap as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his chest. Without hesitating, George reached her arms around his back, cheek resting against his front, his hand against her hair softly holding her in place. She took a deep, steady breath, inhaling the scent of his cologne as his thumb traced back and forth across her back.

"Does it ever feel weird to you?" She asked after a while, voice hoarse and muffled against the fabric of his shirt. "That we're like this, when he was your friend."

"No," Everett uttered, without so much as a pause to think it over. She felt him shake his head, his chin brushing against her hair. "He'd kick my ass if he thought I'd let you be alone."

George chuckled. "Yeah... you're probably right."

"Always am," He nodded, squirming as she pinched him in the side as a silent reply. Letting out a laugh, he pulled back just far enough to look down at her face, sweeping a few stray strands of golden hair out of the way. "Y'know what I think?"

"I'm sure I'm about to find out," She teased.

"I think we should get outta here - take the day. Tomorrow too."

George's brow arched in question. "You want me to skive?"

"I'm just guessing at what that means - but yes."

She snorted, tilting her head to rest her chin against his chest as she looked up at him. Leaning down to meet her, Blakely briefly touched his nose to hers before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. As he met her gaze once more, a smile was beginning to curl her lip, that glint he always loved returning to her eye.

"Fuck it. Let's go."

"Whatever you say, dear."

[blujaymi]

"...Even when you didn't like me all that much."

what in the beauty and the beast allusion??

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

You May Now Catch the Bride

Soft music fills the crisp, autumn air outside of the Xiao Long - Rose (now added Branwen) residence in Patch. The trees are bursting with color as two families sit on opposite sides of an outdoor aisle of golden leaves leading to a Menagerian style altar. On the left, Taiyang, Qrow, Raven, and Team ORNJ are sitting misty eyed. On the right, Kali, Ghira, Ilia, and Team SSSN are whooping and hollering (except Kali and Ghira, who are crying messes)

Blake and Yang stand at the altar with a small archway of vines intertwined over them. Blake is wearing a traditional Menagerian wedding dress. Weiss stands behind her in a blue and white bridesmaid dress and fanning her face to keep the tears at bay. Yang is wearing black slacks, yellow dress shirt, and black vest. Ruby is standing behind her in a black and red combat skirt, tights, heeled boots, red blouse, and black vest.

Velvet is taking photos of the wedding at the perfect vantage points with a little help from one of Whitley's drones. Behind the alter, Ozpin (freed from his curse and allowed to have his own body back with one final life) stands with a book in hand.

Ozpin: Blake Belladonna, in the tapestry of your lives, do you promise to be Yang’s constant thread, weaving a story of love, resilience, and unwavering companionship. Today, tomorrow, and always?

Blake: (holding Yang’s hands and looking into misting lilac as she places a ring on Yang’s finger) I promise.

Ozpin: Yang Xiao Long, do you promise to be Blake’s steadfast support, her partner in both stillness and motion, and take each step forward towards a future filled with love, laughter, and endless warmth?

Yang: (clears her throat so it doesn't crack as she holds Blake’s hands, her prosthetic thumb rubbing over the ring on Blake’s finger) I promise.

Ozpin: Then I now pronounce you wife and wife. (Claps the book closed and stares pointedly at Yang) You may now catch the bride.

Yang: (blinks in confusion) Wait. What?

Blake: (mischief glints in her eye as she pecks Yang on the cheek and sprints down the aisle with a trail of laughter in her wake)

Yang: (shakes off the initial shock before giving chase with a bark of laughter) Hey! Get back here!

The guests all cheer and shout as Yang closes in on Blake. The two run around the "venue" playfully. Blake does a few flips and jumps over tables and chairs while Yang cuts her off. Finally, Blake slows down just enough to spin around on her heel and be caught by Yang. The two topple into the largest pile of leaves and kiss as gold, orange, and red leaves slowly settle around them.

[seefullforecast]

B.B The 100

Just a little excerpt from a potentially larger fic??

Stomping her way back to camp like a child, Amara was yet to stop crying. Very rarely did she get upset, usually she would do one of two things. Either lock herself away until the problem went away or try and use sarcasm as a form of defence. At the moment neither of those options were going to work for her. 

Since leaving The Ark she didn't recognise herself anymore. She was always crying, arguing with people or trying not to die. Everything felt hopeless. 

Every now and then she would kick a stone or purposefully stamp on a stick to try and take her anger out. In reality she wanted to hit something.

"Stupid Clarke." She mumbled between her tears. "Doesn't know what she's talking about." 

Her thoughts were scattered and her breaths were erratic. She stopped. She took a second to look up to the sky. She thought about the people on The Ark. She was down here so they could follow. It was everything her grandmother had ever hoped for. She touched the wristband she was still wearing and for a moment was grateful she still had it on. 

A noise in the near distance broke her from her thoughts. It sounded like a horn. Panic set in her blood. Immediately she thought grounders. That's when she took of sprinting through the woods. She didn't know if she was running away from something or towards it but her instincts told her to move and move fast. 

Her legs began to burn as she ran as fast as she could, pushing her body as much as she could. 

A flash of blonde hair crossing her path caused her to skid to a sudden stop almost falling in the dirt.

"Amara!" Charlotte shrieked.

"Charlotte?!" Amara was unsure why the girl was all the way out here.

"Move now! Go, Go!" Bellamy's booming voice came from behind the girl. He was also running. He grabbed a hold of the two girls and began dragging them in tow. The horn sounded again in the distance.

"There's some caves this way." Bellamy called back to the others as they all began to become separated. 

In a moment of stupidity, Amara glanced back to try and get a look at what they were running from. 

Clouds of yellow fog were following them and moving quickly. Amara watched as it engulfed Atom who was a little ways behind them. He yelled out in obvious pain and fell to the ground.

"Atom!" Amara tried to turn.

"Amara, Bellamy!" He cried to the two.

"We can't! Amara!" Bellamy had lifted the girl from her feet and forced her into one of the caves Charlotte had raced into as shelter from the deadly fog.

"Oh my god, Atom." She breathed in disbelief. 

"Get back from the entrance." Bellamy pulled her back to try and keep her from being burned. She looked up to him and nodded slowly. Bellamy took in her dishevelled state. Her eyes were red and her face was puffy.

"Amara!" Charlotte barrelled into the girls' side and wrapped her arms around the taller girl.

Amara took Charlotte's face in her hands and began to fuss over her inspecting her of any injuries.

"What the hell was that? Did it touch you, are you okay?" Amara spoke hurriedly and as softly as possible but was terrified and both Bellamy and Charlotte could tell. 

"We might be here a while, we should settle down." Bellamy placed a hand on Amara's shoulder to try and help Charlotte from Amara's pestering. The girls followed suit and made their way a little further from the mouth of the cave. Amara removed her jacket and wrapped it around Charlotte who lay down on the ground. The remaining two sat opposite each other with their backs leant against the cave walls. 

"What was she doing out here?" Amara questioned Bellamy after some time had passed.

He knew she was only concerned for the young girl but to him it felt gut wrenching to think Amara was somewhat judging his decision to allow the young girl to join the hunting party. 

"She was struggling having to listen to Jasper." Bellamy told her honestly. Amara just nodded. For whatever reason, Amara had become protective over the girl and almost felt responsible for her. 

"What are you doing out here? Alone for that matter, I thought I told you that the grounders..."

"I got into it with Clarke and was trying to get back to camp." She felt silly now about the whole ordeal as she thought back. Oh god, she hoped they were safe and that she could see them again to apologise for her little temper tantrum she pulled.  "Didn't really fancy staying with them longer than I had to." She confessed.

Bellamy nodded to her showing she didn't need to explain if she didn't want to.

Shortly the heaviness of todays events caught up to Amara and she was falling asleep as much as she tried to fight it.

"No!"

Amara's eyes shot open to the sound of a scream. She pushed herself from the ground and frantically looked for the source that awoke her. 

Bellamy was already by Charlotte's side by the time she had time to comprehend where she was. 

"Does it happen often?" Bellamy's voice was soft and unlike anything Amara had experienced first hand from him thus far. Charlotte had a nightmare, and from her screams it seemed distressing. "What are you scared of? You know what? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it." He told the girl who was already starting to calm down. 

"But... I'm asleep." Charlotte's voice was fragile.  "Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you're awake, they won't be there to get you when you sleep." Amara watched the Blake boy closely admiring his compassionate side. She could see now that it seemed like he was speaking from experience.  "Yeah, but... How?" "You can't afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death. Let me see that knife I gave you." Bellamy wrapped his hands around Charlotte's who held the knife.  "Now, when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you say, 'screw you. I'm not afraid.'" He told her pointing to the knife she now held.  "Screw you. I'm not afraid." Bellamy looked to the girl as if she could do better. She repeated the phrase this time a little more convincingly.  "Slay your demons, kid. Then you'll be able to sleep." Charlotte lay back down, most likely feeling much more empowered and a bit more relaxed to go back to sleep.  Bellamy returned to sitting across from Amara who was now fully awake watching him intently which he didn't miss.  "That was sweet." She told him truthfully.  He looked back to the younger girl who seemed to have dozed back off.  "Octavia is lucky to have you, Bellamy." He looked into her eyes. It was something his mother would always tell him. He was told Octavia was his sister, his responsibility and that nothing would ever change that.  "I didn't realise until you said something similar to Charlotte just now, but I remember." She spoke watching his eyes bore into her own. "You were the only person that spoke to me that day." Amara referred to the first time they met on The Ark when he was the janitor that found her crying at the window. "My mom, she had been sick for some time. For as long as I could remember actually. I knew it was coming that's why I was upset. She died that night." Amara opened up to him watching as he swallowed her words taking each one of them in, listening to each syllable that fell from her lips. "Nobody would look at me let alone say anything, it was suffocating." 

"I didn't know that was why you..." He slightly shook his head confessing to the girl.

"I'm not the best at all of this, it seems like every day Earth just really wants to put me through it, but you seem to be thriving. Earth suits you." She smiled to him honestly. 

"Thriving? I'm barely surviving." He choked a small laugh. "Between Octavia, trying to maintain order and avoid grounders I feel like there's not enough of me to go around." 

"You're doing good." She smiled to him tiredly. 

"Don't go all soft on me now sweetheart, it was only yesterday you tried to kill me with a tree branch." Bellamy tried to lift the conversation knowing neither of them wanted to continue down the path they were going. At least not tonight in this cave. 

"Relax you don't have a freckle out of place." She retorted as she lay back down on her side facing away from Bellamy. A few moments passed before she felt a jacket be draped over her bare arms. Bellamy lay his jacket over the shivering girl who had selflessly gave hers up for Charlotte. 

The two fell into a comfortable silence before Amara spoke up a final time with one last thought. 

"On a real note though." She began. "Would you rather be itchy for the rest of your life or sticky for the rest of your life." 

Like music to her ears, Bellamy laughed. He wholeheartedly laughed for the first time in a long time. He didn't need to answer Amara was happy enough with that as his response and was able to fall back asleep shortly after. 

[pastasilly]

recently watched a gameplay of Treasure Planet: Battle at Procyon!!

[thosegothsims]

morgan: you can stare if you want ;) rain: stop being weird to my new friend before i go to school!!!!!!! morgan: then leave small child!!!!!! rain: I AM FIFTEEN!!!!!!!!!

image transcripts:

blake: hey rain— blake: ?!?!?!?!?!?! rain: hey blake morgan: [just came in from the pool, didn’t even dry off] morgan: are you staring at me? blake: no???? rain: that’s morgan, don’t mind him he sucks

[smokestarrules]

the way they could’ve gone the route of “I think I love you” meaning genuine indecision, potentially even triggering a Miscommunication Moment via Yang just saying she thinks, but the show sidestepped that so beautifully and instead of indecision it was just hesitancy, and the most important part: Blake knew it. 

[r3tsuk0]

Dina and Puppeteer: *Kissing*

Helen: *Walks in and clears his throat* Excuse me

Dina: Huh? Oh…

Helen: Do you mind telling me what you two were doing?

Puppeteer: I was removing some crumbs from Dina's lips

Helen: With your lips? Napkins exist too, you know

Puppeteer: Napkins are too overrated

Credits: @senpiecakes

[sunnybluetown]

Is this... a dad joke?

[danniseyebrows]

First comes love is cute so far but why are we working to sabotage this girl when she did nothing wrong 😭😭😭 i really wanted to like the mc i made her so cute and everything .. what happened to girls support girls 😭😭 i would feel so unwelcome

[verseleth]

𝑨 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆

And Secrecy, the Human Dress

[indigoreed1]

Sometimes I forget that Olivie Blake started out with Dramione fanfiction until I’m reading one of her books and come across what surely must have started as a twitter thread of “incorrect quotes” in her mind before she decided, you know what? They aren’t incorrect actually. I’m the author and I say they’re cannon — and then I remember

[gently-decaying-flowers]

Blake and Mateo’s Backstory

summary: Blake is a panicked guy who has anxiety and his parents are the best

Ch 2

At home, Blake disappeared to his room. Something about sitting with Mateo had him on edge. Why was he so distant?

“Blake?” His mother’s voice rang through the house. Knowing better, he padded down the carpeted stairs.

“Hey, what’s up?” His mom didn’t look up from her book, her smal rectangular glasses resting far too low on her nose.

“How was meeting Mateo? Danny told us all about it.” Blake leaned against the wall.

“It was fine. He doesn’t seem to like me.” She looked up now, taking off her glasses and placing them on the coffee table.

“He’s a sweet boy, I highly doubt that. Are you sure you weren’t doing that thing where you think you look nice but you actually look like this?” She contorted her face into a deep glare and Blake rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I was friendly and kind and even said goodbye and he just nodded at me.”

“Maybe he feels threatened by you?” Blake scoffed.

“Nope. I bet he just doesn’t think I’m good enough.”

“Prove him wrong then.” She said, rolling her eyes back at him. Blake thought for a moment, maybe that isn’t such a bad idea.

“Yeah alright.”

“Love you honey.”

“Love you too mom.” Blake replied, walking back to his room.

Danny sat on his bed, his legs politely criss crossed.

*Can’t I get three seconds of privacy?* Blake thought, holding back a massive sigh.

“What’s up Dans?”

“Mateo wants to meet up with you again.” He said, kicking his feet excitedly.

“Oh lovely.” Blake growled. Danny cocked his head to one side. “He just didn’t seem to like me much, that’s all.”

“Well he did mention something like that to me I guess.” Danny shrugged. Blake sat with him, making the mattress bounce.

“What did he say?”

“Just that he wants to make sure you’re taking care of me.” Danny said, standing up from the bed. Blake wanted to ask more, but his desire for alone time overpowered it. He let Danny leave, and flopped over face down in his pillow.

His phone buzzed loudly on his bed, causing his crisis to pause. An unsaved number had sent him a message. Ready to troll some scammers, he eagerly opened his messages.

[hi it’s mateo danny decided i should have your # ]

A million potential responses ran through his mind.

[👍]

He repeatedly knocked the heel of his palm against his forehead. Mateo read it, and didn’t respond. That’s probably for the better.

The rest of the night Blake spent zoned out in his room. He did things, cleaned up a little, scrolled tumblr, texted Leo. He opened his painfully awkward messages with Mateo a few times, only succeeding in wanting to make him throw his phone against the wall.

“Hey kiddo how’s it going?” His father’s figure filled his doorframe. Blake whipped around to look at him.

“Hey dad, fine. How was your day?”

“Eh- it was work. Mom told me about meeting Mateo.” Blake sighed.

“Yeah.”

“Trust me, building a friendship with him wouldn’t hurt.” His dad added with a smile.

“But dad-“ Blake whined, “He’s a jacked straight boy.” His dad snorted.

“Oh shush. He’s a good kid. He’s just protective of Dans, and it’s valid. Building a relationship with both Danny and him could help you out here.”

“I hate it when you’re right.” Blake groaned. His dad laughed lightly.

“Just think about it, love you goob. Want me to bring dinner up?”

“Nah, I’m not too hungry.” Blake admitted, thinking about college apps and his future had destroyed his appetite.

“Okay, just make sure you drink some water and keep yourself safe.” His dad sounded chill, but his brow furrowed with concern.

“I will. I love you dad.”

“Love you too.” He left the door slightly ajar and Blake listened as his muted footsteps faded out.

He opened his phone again. The soft sound of frantic typing was the only sound other than the quiet hum of the radiator.

His thumb hesitated over the send button for a second.

[Hey, would you wanna meet up for coffee with Dans and I tomorrow (he likes the pastries at the cafe on eighth street) We’re thinking of heading over around 9:30]

*sent*

[constantvariations]

So either Wilt turned into a giant phillips head screwdriver offscreen, they’re trying to imply that Beacon wasn’t the first time Adam stabbed Blake, or the writers forgot their character’s canonical injuries. Again

[nov4-rocket5]

So, wait...

RWBY trailed Batman for days, and not only came to the conclusion that he was the bad guy, but also thought he was a souless bat grimm, and then when they ambushed him they blame him for attacking them?

Good to see whoever wrote this gets that Team RWBY are complete idiots at least. Superman tells them and the Ozluminati off for being inept losers like he did the Avengers when?

[bellamyblake]

can't believe tomorrow's three years since my boy's been gone *cries in the corner inconsolably*