#bellamy is hot in general

[citizenerased77]

the most belldom interview to ever belldom

[butmakeitgayblog]

I’m rewatching the first seasons of the 100 right now and am again reminded. How. HOW. did/do people like bellamy. He’s so annoying I literally have to skip every scene with him cause he’s so stupid 😭

It was literally 90% just hetero thirst. Which on a basic lizard brain level I don't object to at all, because lord knows I have loved plenty of characters for their hotness alone, but whew Bellfuck is A Choice. I mean I personally don't understand the attraction. Dude always looks sweaty af in that thing. Like he is constantly running a low grade fever. And I've said it before, he just generally has this aura that makes me feel like he smells like old hot dog water 🤷‍♀️

But that aside, yeah idk dude he was a terrible character. Like just... bad. He was poorly written, they kept trying to make it seem like he was just a ~sad boy with a heart of gold who made bad choices for good reasons was always UwU dOiNg HiS bEsT~ underdog hero instead of reality, which was that he was a controlling, hypocritical asshat weirdo who slept with underage girls and tried to kill/imprison/manipulate Clarke along with anyone who didn't bow to his stupid bitch boy rules that inevitably fell apart anyway because was,,, an awful leader🙂 (my "I'm fine" smile only my eye is twitching)

[potential-fate]

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[shaanks]

CHOOSING VIOLENCE uhhhhhhhhh there are so many I want to ask for you uhhhhhhhhh ALL OF THEM no uhhhhhh 13, 14, 19, 23

beloved I have been so miserable I am sorry this has taken so long, but here we go!!!

13. worst blorboficiation

okay so as always blanket statement this is just me talking, not yucking anyone's yum, but like. Vergo??? of all people??? is this hugely popular? no. but it's not uncommon, either, and I genuinely cannot get my head around that one. venn diagram of people who liked the blond marine who was mean to the little girl in fan letter is a perfect circle probably.

Also, and this is just a pet peeve bc he annoys me, but like. Bellamy lmfao. that dude JUST took the first step of not being the shittiest type of dude ever in Dressrosa, and we haven't seen him again since. It's not like big hunky tattooed dudes are thin on the ground in this universe, I simply don't see the appeal.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

oh oh easy, people who write Nami mean as fuck but like. Derogatory. In general people who write characters OOC and unlikable and shitty to "get them out of the way" of whatever the ship is they're writing. Like at that point why are you including them. This isn't specific to OP fandom this is just a widespread problem in communities that write fic for fandom.

tbc taking characters into uglier or darker characterizations than their canon counterparts isn't always bad, in fact it's frequently fun and really interesting, I'm specifically talking about shallow mischaracterization to get Pesky Wimmin away from m/m ships. A widespread epidemic which plagues us all.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

nothing! i've spent a lot of time making active strides to not feel ashamed of things that bring me enjoyment, we're banishing catholic damage in this household lmfao.

that being said I have accidentally sort of backed myself into awareness of being into things that I wasn't previously AWARE I liked, and that has come with its little moments "oh no..." clarity.

but in terms of like tropes or types of fic or things of that nature I don't feel bad about any of it lmfao, abo, dc, kink stuff, slice of life, schmoopy romance (as all will have noticed by now lmfao), there's stuff I like in a lot of places.

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

I don't really have anything that I initially hated that I like now, tbh, but I do have this like, waffley love-hate relationship with doflacroc lmfao.

I go back and forth between like. thinking it's hot, thinking its awful, thinking they're well matched, thinking I don't want that awful bird anywhere near Crocodile, thinking it's really funny, like.

They're like THE situationship to me as the purest definition of that word, like there's clearly a link there, but I have never settled on whether I genuinely like it or not lmfao.

Thank you again for waiting for this bby and for sending me questions, ily!!!

[grntaire]

do you have a favorite michael sheen movie or just one or two that you'd recommend? i really want to delve more into his other stuff !!

my very real response is i have barely scratched the surface of his filmography bc my i have to microdose it as my body would cave in on itself from unadulterated lust. also i’m generally not a huge movie person and tend to go for shows over movies

i will say far from the madding crowd is a transcendent experience for michael sheen enjoyers everywhere. its his best look imo plus he sings and his whole bit is being a hot wealthy middle aged man like what’s not to love. and his performance is even objectively the stand out in the film tbh ! i did also see the midas box and that movie sucks so much but yet again he delivers. also unironically he is so fucking cunty in twilight and i could rant ad nauseum about how his choices as aro are what make the twilight films genuinely excellent if viewed through the lens of a satire

as for shows his and bellamy young’s performances save the otherwise mediocre copaganda vibes in prodigal son and martin whitley will make you feel feral.

i’m midway through the third season of masters of sex and front to back i think it’s excellent. the writing and the acting from the entire cast BODIES and i can’t recommend it enough but i would definitely recommend keeping a defibrillator nearby as your heart may give out.

[pendragaryen]

The 100 rewatch 2023 S1 E1

First i wanna say some things in general. I’ll probably do my rewatch not on a frequent basis due to my job and other things that may happen to me or within my family atm. But today i started with watching the first two episodes.

I will sum up my feelings while i was watching. After that i’ll narrow it down to “What i liked”, “What i disliked”, “Fave quote(s)” and “Song i associate with the episode in general” -> whereas it doesn’t inevitably has to be the song that was played in the actual episode. It’s maybe just a song or songtext i connect with the episode or one particular moment or person IN said episode. For some episodes i won’t even have a special song in mind anyway. I’ll do this rewatch for fun and for entertainment - just writing down what’s on my mind. Maybe there are also many mistakes, since english isn’t my mother tongue. But i wanna give it a try.

I really missed my baby-delinquents. And Bellarke. And Bellamy... So... Here i go!

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Episode “Pilot”

Baby-Clarke and the watch of her father. So he is dead, isn’t he? Aw man... Why? What happened to him? And why is that pretty girl imprisoned anyway? That is a harsh world we’re diving into here.

Everything happens so FAST! Boom, there are the 100 kids on their way down to earth already... I am NOT prepared.

Okay... Why does Clarke hate that Wells-guy so much? Mh...

Oh. Thelonious Jaha. I totally forgot that Mt. Weather was the delinquents’ destination in the first place.

Finn... I NEVER felt any sympathy for this big mouthed show-off. NEVEr. I see this hasn’t changed much.

BELLAMYYYY! His voice... I got goosebumps. Yes, i missed him dearly... And there’s little O! The Blake’s reunion happens. So much love... Sniff...

And then... Suddenly so much sunlight and so much GREEN! O as part of a shampoo-commercial. I don’t complain. But there... right there behind her...

THERE is the very reason i was hooked and almost FORCED to continue the watch after episode 1. THE very reason i fell in love with one particular character in just a hot second. I shit you not. There’s Bellamy and his brightest, most beautiful and honest smile!!! Omg! Who IS this guy anyway?! Why can’t i look away?! Oufff... i fell hard...

Radioactive. Of course. I am humming along. Very fitting song. Sung at so many The 100-conventions i lost count. A.k.a. OUR HYMN! <3<3<3

The ark and so many familiar faces already: Kane, Abby, SINCLAIR! JACKSON! Yes good. But who’s the “good guy” and who the “bad”?

On earth again: Clarke already taking over things with her Mt. Weather-speech. She’s right though. She really radiates some kind of authority already. Nice.

O in love with Finn... Where does THAT come from? Whatever. Ew...

The beautiful Blakes have another talk. I am intrigued by their utter beauty...

The dorky smartasses that is “Jonty” Jasper and Monty talking about poisoned flowers. I really liked these two from the start.

All these far too good looking kids seeing their first deer - and it’s deformed omG! Is the radiation still poisonous?

The ark again. Oh... Bellamy shot the chancellor? What? Why? What does this mean? Is he really the “evil guy”?

On earth we learn more about Murphy’s backstory. And he already has “the knife"! Oh- oh...

Bellamy talking to Murphy. It’s ominous but OH GOD... the beauty that is Bellamy Blake again... close-up and personal... I see SO MANY FRECKLES! (A word concerning his hair in this episode: Yes there’s far too much gel here and i understand most of the complaints about his lucious locks being restrained. BUT... I always saw the positive effect of this desastrous hairstyle too: You can see SO MUCH MORE of his beautiful face! Even his forehead! And all the more freckles! I wasn’t a fan of this hairstyle... but i didn’t condemn it either. Just my opinion.) They want to take off all the wristbands to seem “dead” to the people on the ark! OH, so Bellamy really just wants to save his own ass, doesn’t he? Bc he shot the chancellor, we know... So he IS an asshole... too sad...

Jasper in love with O. I remember he had been for quite some time in the first season. And the monster of the week in the water. I agree with Rowena @sometimesrosy here: There had been far too few monsters of the week down on earth the kids had to deal with.

While Fox gets her wristband off, Wells and Bellamy confront each other. Rebel Bellamy Blake but OH LOOK, I can understand where he’s coming from! His argumentation provides some things to think about. WHATEVER THE HELL WE WANT. Iconic. But ok. I take it back. He’s just a rebellious teen.

And there’s the first rain the kids ever experience! Aw...

On the ark again: Kane vs. Abby. I almost forgot. I really disliked Kane at first. But who didn’t.

Oh look, now there’s one of the scenes i’d usually skip while watching. Clarke and Finn in the glowing forest. Annoying Finn courting Clarke. I feel sick. How can she fall for such a slimey show-off?

Merciless Kane. Wait... Is Abby really about to DIE here? Ouff...

Bellamy threatening Wells with a gun to take off his wristband! OMG! But no, he doesn’t shoot, he leaves the dirty work to Murphy and the others... Wtf.

Abby shall be floated... BUT THERE’S CHANCELLOR JAHA TO THE RESCUE! Thank goodness... I like Jaha.

Back on earth Jasper swings over a river WE ARE APOGEE! yeah well... Lol

And in the end the teenager’s adventure-dream turns into an nightmare and we as audience realize, that we’re not watching just another Who’s-getting-who-show for teens.... Jasper gets impaled. I remember i shouted out loud while watching this for the first time ever. It was shocking! Nice cliffhanger. Omg is he still alive? He CAN’T possibly survive that?

Boom out.

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I admit it. It’s not a good episode. But there’s SO MANY THINGS happening that you don’t have time to think about this deeper. It’s entertaining. But yeah... what really hooked me to watch further was indeed Bellamy Blake and his beautiful smile. I wasn’t expecting much from the series back then. But i really thought okay, for this dude... i’ll stay tuned. Wanna know more about him. This is the plain truth. It wasn’t even the storyline itself. It was just for this one guy that i kept watching. And today, i am thankful that i did. Well... Most of the time that is... ;)

What i liked: Bellamy and his smile! The relationship of the Blakes!

What i disliked: Kane and Finns attitudes

Fave quote(s): “We’re back bitches!”  “Whatever the hell we want!” ICONIC

Song i associate with the episode: “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons (of course ;) )

[thewritingcoroner]

Happy Blorbo Blursday!

Your current most loved Blorbo (or OC) has hot coffee spilled all over them by an unnamed side character they’ve never met and will never see again. How do they react? Is their reaction different than it would be if this were an important character or someone they knew?

A blursday ask!!! In my inbox??? It's more likely than you think!!

Yes, so I'm completely in love with my blorbo from my brain: Bellamy. She's the MC of my wip At The Moon's Whim.

Bellamy generally likes to fight, but it depends on who spilled their drink on her and how. If it's some burly dude with an attitude, she'll probably pick a fight. No reason or anything, she's probably not really mad about it at all, but she's got a chip on her shoulder and something to prove.

But if it's a cute girl on the other hand, she'd probably turn on the charm. A lopsided grin and a wink, maybe some sort of flirty comment if she's flustered. Oh yeah, Bell would find a way to get her into bed.

Now, say Queen Alessandra spilled coffee on Bellamy, that's a whole different matter. See, again, Bell wouldn't care about the coffee on her shirt. But she would definitely pretend to be incredibly angry and pick an argument with Alessandra just to get under her skin. She's cute when she's pissed, you see, and Bellamy likes pissing her off.

If Xandros, the Arukthian general, were to spill coffee on Bellamy, however, there would be a fist fight. A legitimate one. Bellamy does not like Xandros, not because he's a bad guy, but because he's a great guy and an excellent match for Alessandra. And Bellamy does not like the idea of Alessandra marrying some random general from another kingdom just to secure her throne. So any excuse to punch Xandros in the face is fine with Bell.

Oh Bellamy, she's a lovable asshole

[lboogie1906]

Karlous Bernard Miller (born April 2, 1983) is a comedian, actor, and rapper. He began his comedy career in Atlanta and is known for The 85 South Show, along with being a cast member on Wild ‘n Out and his notorious “Wildstyle” battles.

He was born in Oxford, Mississippi. He has five siblings. He was a firefighter before pursuing a career as a stand-up comedian. He started with the Phat Comedy group in 2008. He started his career in 2010.

His first television appearance was on Robert Townsends: Partners in Crime - The New Generation. He has appeared in TV shows such as Hell Date, Yo Momma, Bill Bellamy’s Who’s Got Jokes, The Mo’nique Show, Off the Chain, Comic View, and Last Comic Standing.

He has been featured in written publications for MTV, EarHustle411, and Oxford Citizen along with V-103’s Frank and Wanda morning television/radio show and Atlanta’s Hot 107.9.

He has a passion for music, evident in his battle raps against Chico Bean on Wild ‘n Out. This would open doors for him to work with numerous musicians such as Gucci Mane, Case, Dem Franchize Boyz, Granddaddy Souf, Big Oomp, Big K.R.I.T., Jermaine Dupri, T.I., and many more. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[sarbear94]

Hello my fellow tumblees! It’s been awhile!Started my rewatch of The 100! (Finally!)

I just finished episode 1 and I noticed that at the end, there was a shot of someone watching from the trees.

The grounders could have killed them at any time but didn’t till Jasper crossed the river. In later episodes it’s said that it was because they crossed some sort of boundary but Jasper was on the other side for a few minutes before he got speared.

It wasn’t until AFTER Jasper picked up the Mount Weather sign and started cheering, that he got speared. The grounders fear MW, so maybe they only speared Jasp because the new people from the sky that they don’t trust yet cheered for their enemy.

Maybe that’s what really started the grounders hating sky ppl. They came from the sky, landed in their territory, and cheered for their enemy(probably thought they were re enforcements). If I were them, I’d probably react the same way.

1 episode down. 83 more to go. Then it’s the final season!

P.s. I need me a trailer or a new poster at least right about now.

Until next time Tumblees! 💯 ❣️

[unwilling-souls-if]

Character profile: Charlotte

.·:*¨CHARLOTTE BELLAMY¨*:·.

General Characteristics

Nickname: Chacha (by Xander as a child)

 Age: 23 years old

Pronouns: she/they

Gender: demigirl

Sexual orientation: demisexual

Romantic orientation: panromantic

Species: human

 Physical Characteristics

Height: 160cm

Build: petite

Skin colour: pale white with cold undertones, prone to blushing

Hair: chest-lenght, curly, dark red

Eyes: gray, downturned with longer bottom lashes

Others: dimples, a lot of freckles on her face and bodies, a button nose

 Personality

Qualities: Empathetic, kind, altruistic, honest, sensitive

Flaws: nervous, clumsy, indecisive, can’t deal with pressure

Likes: poetry, litterature, museums, hot chocolate, pets, sunsets

Dislikes: stressful situations, anti-intellectualism, being rushed

Large fears: storms, reckless driving

Small fears/anxieties: clowns, spiders, crowds

Hobbies: writing, reading, long walks in nature

  Family

Mother: Rose-Marie. Dead.

Father: Edmond. Dead.

Siblings: Xander Bellamy. Alive, once again.

Others: Mr Rubber, pet mouse. Alive.

 Misc

Most treasured possessions: Her father’s ring, made of cheap metal, with a rose carved on it. It’s silver, but oxidation makes it look almost black. 

And a copy of Flowers of Evil she stole from her father’s office as a child. Her mother has used it to press flowers and some are still stuck between the pages.

Love language (giving/prefer receiving): acts of service/words of affirmation

Tarot card that represents them: reversed World

MBTI: INFP

[mitskiesques]

the more i think about it the more i realize how insanely funny the whole deal in the 100 was between clarke & bellamy because they say you cannot bait a m/f relationship but that’s literally what happened. down to the emphasis on them being not just friends but BEST friends and actually that’s why they’re so obsessively insanely desperately devoted to one another and why they look at each other as if they wanted to start making out right in the middle of the battlefield. #besties #bro #no hetero. the fact that their (M/F i repeat M/F!!!!!;;/&_;;) actual true love bond was shoved down the audience's throat as platonic while the short-lived hot and intense F/F (i repeat F/F +"!$(_;#?_!#(";$!) relationship that was actually kinda bad for clarke, and rushed and mediocre in general was deliberately sold as true, epic soulmate love instead. the way bellamy’s two relationships started always off-screen whenever clarke wasn’t around with 0 development and their whole purpose being to show how much bellamy held back and repressed and coped with and through them. mostly though, the crew’s shameless, defensive denial of there being ANYTHING remotely romantic happening there when there it was, all the ridiculous amount of evidence plain in the text (which was put there By The Crew) that they were in mad crazy desperate love with each other, right in front of our eyes just sort of sitting there. the subtext that became progressively more explicit as it went until it was literally just Text. and they never said anything because why. why didn’t they ever say anything. what was the reason, narratively speaking, for them to never actually get together. like even when the show got objectively bad. it was the most obvious, in the best interests of the show thing to canonize it. it’s so fucking crazy it literally reads like, as if bbc merlin had merlin be a girl and gwen a man and literally nothing changed. as if in the destiel show castiel was a girl and literally nothing changed. bellarke was literally a m/f ship between the two leads that had more romantic build-up than 90% of most relationships in general western media, labelled as “best friends forever <33” it’s hilarious and despite all the frustration i actually LOVE the fact that it was never canon bc that’s like half the reason it’s so iconic.

[kinetic-elaboration]

December 4: Miller/Bellamy, Fake Dating + Ugly Holiday Sweaters

2022 Ficmas #1

Miller/Bellamy, College AU, ~1500 words

For the prompt "fake dating and ugly holiday sweaters" from a prompt generator I made to help me be festive

Wrote this in a little over an hour and did minimal edits. Have this rare pair in these wintry times.

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Miller agrees to attend the annual Wallace House Ugly Sweater Holiday Party on one condition: that Bellamy go with him as his boyfriend.

The Ugly Sweater Party is a holiday tradition that Bellamy, as the dorm president, is required not only to organize but to attend, even though he's not usually one to make public his collection of holiday attire. He'll do almost anything to get Miller to go with him, as if a buddy to look stupidly festive with somehow lessens the embarrassment of the experience. They've been friends for over two years now and Miller knows he'll grumble and argue but ultimately concede. At any rate, he's not imposing this condition to be a dick but because Bryan, who broke up with him last Halloween but didn't have the decency to transfer schools or even move to a different dorm, is going to be there in his own stupid sweater, and so Miller simply can't show up alone.

"You know I'm not gay, right," Bellamy reminds him, as he digs beneath a pile of once-neatly-folded long sleeved shirts in his dresser. "More importantly, everyone knows I'm not gay."

"You're in college," Miller answers. He's leaning back on Bellamy's bed, kicking his heels against the metal frame. "Everyone experiments in college."

Bellamy shoots him a look, still skeptical, and instead of answering throws a navy-blue sweater in Miller's face. He can't tell what's on it yet, but it jingles, so it definitely fits the theme.

"I can't believe you own not one, but two, ugly holiday sweaters," he says, later, as they tramp down the stairs to the first floor. This is a lie. He fully believes Bellamy owns a half dozen. But it's weird that he took at least two to school. Miller's features a Rudolph with three-dimensional red nose and puffy antlers adorned with inexplicable little bells. Bellamy's is a red, white, and green striped monstrosity, which makes him look like a candy cane. A handsome candy cane, but a candy cane nevertheless.

Bellamy just grunts. "And you don't even own a regular sweater," he answers, turning around to push open the parlor door with his back.

"Because we don't have winter in California. Anyway, boyfriends share clothes. It's part of the thing."

The parlor looks pretty much as it always does, except for the strings of small, white lights that have been looped about the room, and which make it seem softer and cozier and warmer, and yet it stands in such sharp contrast to the dusky blues of early twilight outside, the hints of cold and asphalt and brick still waiting for snow, that even the familiar reds and browns of the bookcases, the furniture, the rugs and the wooden floor, seem a particular, special oasis in the frigid guttering of the year. A few small groups of freshmen have already arrived, unfashionably early, but so far the only people Miller knows are the dorm council themselves. Clarke is putting the finishing touches on the food table, carefully turning her plate of thumbprint cookies and rearranging the red and green napkins and the red plastic plates.

One of the freshmen is wearing a reindeer antler headband. Clarke's sweater has a snowman on it, surrounded by little puffs of falling snow.

"Here," Bellamy says, handing him a candy cane. "Be festive. Have fun."

Miller jumps up and down, letting the bells on his sweater ring. "I jingle. How much more fun could I have?"

He stays mostly by the food, and keeps Bellamy by his side, pretending to be some kind of host, while additional freshmen and then sophomores and juniors filter in. At some point after he's realized there's hot chocolate in the containers at the end of the table, but before he's able to fill a cup for himself, he notices that Bryan has somehow slipped in unobserved. He's sitting in the armchair in the corner, talking to a girl Miller doesn't recognize, and he's not sure what hurts worse: that he didn't see Bry come in or that they're both okay to just exist like this, leagues away from each other at opposite ends of the room.

"Hey—take it easy there—sweetheart," Bellamy mumbles, carefully taking Miller's hands away from the hot chocolate dispenser, before he overflows his fragile paper cup. Thank fuck he destroyed the moment with an awkward endearment, or Miller might have gotten too distracted by the surprisingly soft warmth of his calloused hands.

"Don't call me that again," he warns, shrugging back his shoulders to save face. Bryan's sweater, he's decided, is insufficiently ugly. It's a basic green cable knit pullover, and he looks too stupidly good in it.

Bellamy steps sideways in front of him, blocking his view—mercifully, annoyingly—and Miller scowls at him.

"You know you're being a terrible date," Bellamy says.

"You should kick him out for not following the dress code."

"Yeah, I'm sure Clarke will try." He tilts his head, trying to catch Miller's eye, not quite smiling but so close to it that his expression has become almost sweet. Almost fond. Maybe this is how he looks at his girlfriends. Maybe this is how he gets dates with girls—Miller can understand how it would work. "Seriously," he adds. "Are we boyfriends or not?"

Obviously not. But the point is taken. Before he can answer, a too-familiar voice from behind Bellamy says, "Excuse me," and Bellamy steps aside to clear the way to the hot chocolate and also to reveal, of course, Bryan, fiddling with the stack of paper cups. Up close, Miller can see that his hair is slightly ruffled, his cheeks pink from the stuffy, artificial heat of the room.

"Hey, Nate."

"Bry. Uh." He has to have something more to say than just his name. "Nice sweater."

"Yeah.” He grins, glancing over at Miller for just a moment as he pours hot chocolate into his cup. “You too. You look festive. I wish I had something actually on-theme like that."

He is not being complimented on his Rudolph sweater. His brain's not working fast enough, can't tell if the comment is sarcastic or sincere, or just a bald flirtation, or if he's only hoping it might be. "Thanks. It's—"

"It's mine, actually," Bellamy fills in. He slips his free hand around to Miller's back, keeps it settled there in a subtly proprietary way. Miller watches the way Bryan's eyes follow the movement, and he steps a little closer, so that his hip bumps up against Bellamy's hip. "Someone told me that sharing clothes is something that boyfriends do. But if Miller tries to borrow my boots, we might have to break up."

"Good thing I have kickass boots of my own," Miller answers. The grin on his face, which feels sappy and love-struck, is annoyingly genuine. He almost feels bad about it. Like he’s showing off a new-found happiness that’s actually real.

Bryan shifts his weight between his feet awkwardly. "They are pretty great boots," he agrees. "Hey, it was good running into you." And he reaches out and squeezes Miller's arm briefly, and for the first time, the touch feels like any ordinary touch, devoid of all particular, heartbreaking meaning.

"Yeah, you too," Miller echoes. You too.

Later, he and Bellamy split one of the last brownies, pulling it apart awkwardly while crumbs drop onto their laps and gooey bits of frosting threaten to drip off from the sides, sitting side by side on the loveseat by the window. The sun has set completely now, and the glass shows nothing of the outside, only reflects back the fairy lights and their own wavering outlines, as they toast with their desserts and then lick chocolate from their fingers. For a wild moment, Miller imagines grabbing Bellamy's hand, licking it clean. They're pressed up much closer than they need to be, and the room is mostly empty now, and Bellamy is watching him with that unreadable, affectionate expression on his face again. Somehow the laughter of a few moments ago, as they fumbled around with their dessert, has become a too-long silence. A silence on the edge of something he can almost name, a captured gaze he won’t let go.

"Thought you were only into girls," Miller says, as he feels them leaning in. Bellamy still has a brownie crumb stuck to the corner of his mouth, and when Miller brushes it away, he inhales sharply, and then grabs Miller’s hand in his.

Bellamy shrugs. "Everyone experiments in college," he answers, and closes the last distance between them, but the kiss is too sweet and tentative and true to be only that. Miller smiles as they part, briefly, almost laughing, and then immediately intertwine themselves again.

[ponyregrets]

i wish you would write a fic where... bellamy is a serious dater and clarke is only into random hookups when they meet, like he's a romantic and she's basically a stereotypical frat boy

AO3!

"You know what the problem is with casual sex?" Clarke asks, flopping down on the couch next to Bellamy with a sigh.

"Having to google people from the bathroom at the bar before you take them home to make sure they won't murder you?" he offers without hesitation. "Hell, having to find people at bars to hook up with?"

"You pick up people at bars too," she points out. When they first started living together, Clarke had thought their wildly divergent takes on relationships might be a source of friction. She doesn't care what other people do in their personal lives, but people who are really into dating and monogamy can get pretty judgey about people who favor casual sex, and Bellamy gave off pretty generally judgmental vibes.

Luckily, it turned out he didn't have anything against sleeping around, he'd just gotten it out of his system in college, when Clarke was convinced she was going to marry first Finn and then Lexa. Once both those relationships blew up in her face, she figured she might as well take a step back from trying to find a long-term relationship and just have fun.

Five years later, she's still having fun. At least, most of the time.

"Yeah, but not as often, if I'm lucky. Besides," he adds, with a teasing grin, "I figured if I said lack of emotional connection and empty orgasms, you'd get mad at me."

"No, that's closer," she admits, ignoring his teasing for the moment. "Not the emptiness, but the orgasms. Or lack thereof."

He snorts. "I told you that guy looked like a douchebag."

"I wish everyone who looked like a douchebag was bad in bed, but you really can't tell. Sometimes they're smug because they're really, really good. Like you, I hope."

"Thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt."

"Any time you want to prove it, feel free."

He shakes his head, still smiling. She can never tell if he thinks she's joking or not, but all he ever has to do is ask. Bellamy's hot, and she would absolutely fuck him in about half a second, if he wanted to. "I don't want to ruin you for other men. That would really reduce your dating pool."

"Very considerate of you."

"You could try fucking someone other more than once, then you could have good sex regularly."

"I still get plenty of good sex regularly. And a relationship isn't a guarantee of good sex."

"No, but at least you can have a conversation about it. Or you should be able to. I know the last time you dated someone long-term was college, but when you're an adult, you can just tell your partners that they're bad at oral."

"Really?" she asks, unable to keep a dubious note out of her voice. "How's that gone for you?"

"Okay, you don't say exactly that. But I've dated some people who don't give head how I like, and they've taken feedback. And then they get better. With just one night, you don't see a lot of improvement, even if you bring it up."

"I don't know if anyone takes you've never given a girl an orgasm well, as feedback."

"Yeah, I've never tried that one."

"Weird."

"Sorry the douche didn't get you off. And sorry I'm better at judging whether or not guys are good at sex on sight than you are."

She snorts. "I don't think we can say that."

He shrugs. "I'm just saying, I took one look at that guy and knew he was going to suck in bed."

"Yeah, brag about it." She lets out a long sigh. "You sure you don't want to fuck me?"

"Not tonight, sorry."

"Then I'm going to go fuck myself and go to bed."

It's the kind of thing that should be weird, but Bellamy just gestures over his shoulder, half wave and half salute. "Enjoy."

If she's thinking about him and not any of the attractive strangers she's fucked lately when she gets herself off, that's her business. No one else has to know.

*

"I wouldn't fuck that guy," Bellamy says, three weeks later, while the guy Clarke has been flirting with is in the bathroom.

"I don't think he'd fuck you either, he seems straight."

He ignores her. "I bet you five bucks he doesn't make you come if you go home with him."

"Huh." She thinks it over. "I don't know if I'm going home with him yet. And that's a shitty deal for me."

"How so?"

"Not only do I not get off, but I lose five bucks?"

He snorts. "Sorry, did you want to put your money on your date being bad in bed? I figured you were betting on them by default."

It's a valid point. "Fine, if I go home with him and he doesn't get me off, I'll give you five bucks."

He offers his hand and the two of them shake on it, and by the time the guy gets back, Bellamy's melted into the crowd. It's something he learned to do early in their friendship, and Clarke's grateful; even the densest potential hookups manage to pick up on how much more she likes her roommate than them.

She lets the guy take her home, and she gets a cab back from his place after. Bellamy's on the couch playing video games, as he always is. The first few times, he made excuses, but once they got to know each other better, he admitted it was a nervous thing. He grew up taking care of his baby sister, and he couldn't ever sleep while she was out. He has to wait until everyone is home and the door is bolted before he can go to sleep, so Clarke never stays out too late.

She hands him a five dollar bill without a word, and he puts his arm around her and gives her a squeeze. "Sorry I was right."

"If you were really sorry, you'd five me back the five bucks."

He smirks and pockets the money. "Guess I'm not really that sorry."

*

"What about him?" Clarke asks, pointing to a guy with dirty blonde hair and a nice smile. Bellamy has won three bets in a row, so she's pretty sure she has some kind of gift.

"I'm starting to think you just have really shitty taste in guys," he says, cocking his head. "That guy?"

"I'm not going to marry him."

"You're also not going to get off with him."

Raven looks between the two of them with raised eyebrows. "Did I miss something?"

"Bellamy's got an eye," says Clarke.

"I've got two eyes," he says. "I'm getting another round, you two want one?"

They both agree, and Raven fixes Clarke with a hard look once he's gone. "Are you guys getting weirder?"

"Probably."

"You should just fuck him."

"I keep trying, but he keeps saying no."

"Okay, yeah, you should tell him you want to marry him."

"If he won't fuck me, why would he marry me?"

Raven groans. "You're going to give me gray hair. What's he got an eye for?"

"Guys who can give me an orgasm."

Her head hits the booth with a light thunk. "Seriously, Clarke."

"He's good at it! I don't want to waste my time."

"You say that, but you've been in love with your roommate for like six months and haven't done anything about it."

Clarke feels her entire body stiffen, her blood running cold and then hot. "I'm not in love with him."

"No?"

"No."

Raven regards her with her too-shrewd eyes.  "I know the Finn thing did a number on you. On both of us. And the Lexa thing right after…" She sighs. "I'm not saying I don't get it. But you've got yourself convinced that because he won't sleep with you, he doesn't want you, and it's fucking stupid. How many times does he have to tell you he's done with casual sex before you figure out what you need to ask is if he wants to date you, not if he wants to sleep with you?"

Clarke opens and closes her mouth. "We live together," she finally says.

"A lot of people who are dating do, yeah."

Bellamy comes back with drinks before Clarke has to say anything to that, and after that she spots a girl with a nose ring and a pan flag pin on her bag ordering a drink at the bar, so that's her evening sorted out.

No need to think more about Bellamy at all.

*

Clarke isn't opposed to being in love, not really. She still thinks she wants to be, someday, but it's a vague, unformed someday, the same way it always has been. She's not even thirty yet, she doesn't need to settle down. Bellamy is allowed to be ready for that, but that doesn't mean he wants to do it with her. He's never given any indication he did.

But he's been single for a while now, and he's not exactly wanting for interested partners. Maybe no one's been appealing, but maybe Raven's right, and if she asked him, he'd say yes.

Just the thought of it fills her head with cotton and static, turns her stomach to butterflies and bile. 

It's too much to think about, so she doesn't.

*

Clarke's feelings on marriage aren't universal, nor does she expect them to be. But it's still a little weird that people she knows, people her age, not only want to get married but are getting married. No matter how often she asks Monty how he knew he was ready, he hasn't come up with an answer that really makes sense to her. He just fell in love and asked Bellamy's friend Miller to marry him, and Clarke is grateful for it, because Bellamy needed a roommate and that's how she met him.

Still, Monty and Miller's actual wedding is a lot to process. It's not the first wedding she's gone to of a peer, but the others have been acquaintances, not friends. This feels like the start of a new era in her life, the one with spouses and kids and mortgages, and it's no wonder that Clarke decides she needs to get very drunk. Especially since Bellamy is the best man, so not only is he looking stupidly hot in his tuxedo, but he seems to be everywhere, organizing everything, and Clarke's always been kind of into competence. Even if she misses having him to hang out with.

He finally finds her during the reception, sinking into Harper's empty seat with an audible sigh of relief. "Holy fuck, weddings are a pain."

She doesn't want to perk up when she sees him, but it's inevitable. "Hi!"

He squints at her, then he grins. "Open bar, huh?"

"You're behind," she says, sliding her drink to him. "I know you don't want to think about what this means either."

He accepts the glass and takes a long swig. "What what means, exactly?"

"Our friends are getting married."

"God forbid I think about our friends being happy, yeah."

"You want to get married," she says, trying not to make it sound like an accusation and not really succeeding.

He smiles. "In general, yeah. Is that a problem now?"

"It's just weird. It's going to happen more and more. Your sister's going to do it, and Raven, and…I need another drink."

"Wait until I finish this one," he says. "I finally get to hang out with you, don't just leave."

It's hard to argue with that. "You did a good job. Very best manly."

"Thanks, that was the goal." He's watching the dance floor. "As long as all the weddings are like this, I'll be happy."

"What do you mean?"

He takes another long drink. "The first wedding I ever went to was my mom's. When she married my sister's dad. I was five and I already knew it wasn't going to last. They didn't even like each other that much. Maybe Miller and Monty won't last forever either, but they're starting from a good place. It's nice. I'll go to as many weddings as our friends want, as long as they look at each other like that."

"You're such a romantic," she says, all fondness, and he finishes off her drink.

"That's me. Let's get another round."

It takes two more drinks before it feels like a good idea to ask him to dance, and he doesn't say anything for a long, horrible moment that feels like a thousand years. 

But then he smiles and stands. "Yeah, we can dance."

His hand is big and warm as he helps her up, and his eyes are deep and dark, impossible to look away from. It really sucks, how pretty his eyes are, because brown eyes are so common, but no one else's can compare. It used to just be that she couldn't hook up with guys with black hair, but brown eyes are out now too. Pretty soon it's just going to be all guys, period, and then probably girls with black hair and brown eyes, an endless slippery slope. It's inevitable.

They haven't even had sex, and he's still ruining other guys for him.

She slides her arms around his neck and relaxes into him, and he leans his head on her hair. It's the high-school prom kind of dancing, slowly turning in place to music, nostalgic in the best way. 

"You going to fall asleep on me?" Bellamy asks, his voice a pleasant rumble against her chest.

"Probably not. But I know you'll bring me home if I do."

A faster song comes on next, and that wakes her up. Monty and Miller come over too, then some of their other friends, Raven and her new girl, Bellamy's sister and her giant boyfriend, and it becomes a real party again, everyone laughing and jumping around and drinking even more.

The night gets hazy from there, but never so hazy that she loses track of what's happening. She knows that she keeps dancing slow dances with Bellamy, and that she's looking at his mouth a lot, and that he's stuck to her side like glue. She knows the whole night feels alive with possibility, and she knows, as she follows him into the cab home, that she's going to kiss him when they get back.

She's not drunk, she's not out of control; she knows she pulls him down and kisses him in the kitchen, and she knows he kisses back. He takes control, after a second, pushing her against the door, kissing her hot and wet, open-mouthed and greedy, and she's pulling him as close as she can, greedy for it, sliding her hands under his shirt, trying to get more and more and--

"Fuck," he says, pulling back, his breathing heavy, his hair a mess. "Yeah," she agrees, trying to pull him in again, but he steps away, taking himself out of her space.

"Clarke, we can't."

"Why not?"

"We live together. It would be awkward."

"It doesn't have to be."

He smiles with half his mouth. "It would be. Sorry, I don't fuck roommates."

"But you want to." 

She hates how needy it comes out, hates even more the way Bellamy's face twists, how his facade of good humor cracks, showing something ugly underneath. "Jesus, is that what you want to hear? That I want you? Fuck, Clarke, of course I want you. Every fucking time, I want you. I want to give you the best sex of your life and wake up with you and--" He cuts himself off, looking away. "And I'm drunk and I'm going to bed. Sorry," he finishes, a sort of general statement without a clear antecedent, and leaves before she's collected herself enough to say anything.

She's still against the door, so it's easy to let her head drop back, the pain of the impact barely even registering. "Fuck."

*

His door is closed when she gets up in the morning, and it's still closed once she's had her coffee and some cereal. She showers, and when she gets out, the door is still closed.

For all she knows, he's not even in there. He usually gets up before her, he might have gone somewhere to avoid her. Miller is headed for his honeymoon, but Octavia would let him come over and mope on her couch, if that's what he needs. 

But he never closes his door during the day. Even when he's gone, the door is open. It's impossible not to read into that. And if she doesn't talk to him soon, she's going to crawl out of her skin.

She gives him until ten-thirty, and then she pushes the door open without bothering to knock. He's on his bed in his usual sleepwear, just a pair of flannel pajama pants, and he has a book open on his face. He looks like a cartoon character, albeit a miserable one.

He has no visible reaction to her coming in, but somehow, she's sure he's awake. If she knows him, and she's pretty sure she does, he was trying to read, but he couldn't stop thinking about how he screwed up last night, and now he's obsessing over what he could have done differently, how he could have done better.

Just like that, the knot of tension in her stomach undoes itself. She climbs into bed next to him, settling with her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder.

"You really didn't need to apologize. I should have. I'm the one who jumped you."

"You did," he agrees. "You want to apologize?"

The book is still on his face; he's her favorite person in the world. "Not for kissing you. But I was wrong."

"About what?"

She closes her eyes, breathing him in. He didn't shower last night or this morning, and he hasn't brushed his teeth yet. He smells a little stale, if she's honest, but she's not going to let that stop her. "I thought if you didn't want to have sex with me, it meant you didn't want me at all. I figured if you were interested, you'd fuck me. But it was the other way around, right?"

"I don't fuck roommates," he says, a pointed non-answer, and Clarke's whole heart bursts.

"Okay, but do you live with girlfriends?"

He finally moves the book to look at her. "Clarke."

"What?" He doesn't actually seem to have a follow up, so she props herself up on his chest. "I stopped hooking up with guys with black hair. Then brown eyes. Glasses are out too. Every time I compare someone to you, they come up short. And I thought if we had sex, maybe you'd like it and want to do it more."

He slides his hand into her hair, gentle, his smile mostly fond and only a little exasperated. "You don't date. I'm not going to be the asshole who pressures someone into a relationship they don't want."

"I get it." Her eyes flick down to his lips. "I want it," she says, and that's all he needs. The hand in her hair tugs her down, back to him, and they're kissing again, less desperate than last night, sweet and warm and slow until she ruins it laughing against his neck.

"What?" he asks, nuzzling her temple.

"You need to brush your teeth, sorry."

He laughs too. "Wow. Romantic."

"I love you," she tells him. "And I'm going to be here when you get back. But seriously, brush your teeth, Bellamy."

His grin is the brightest she's ever seen. "Well," he says, pushing her off him gently so he can get up. "If you love me."

*

"See, that's the nice thing about a relationship," Bellamy says, kissing her hair as she curls around him. As promised, he's very, very good at orgasms, and managed to live up to her expectations for not only his dick, but his hands and his mouth too. Exceeded expectations, even.

"Cuddling after?"

"That too. But you couldn't have told a random one-night stand to brush his teeth first."

She blames the endorphins for the giggles that overtake her. "I probably would have been too drunk to notice during a one-night stand."

"Is that supposed to be an argument in your favor? Because that's not wowing me."

"It's not in my favor, I'm not really on team one-night stand anymore."

"Yeah?" he asks, his voice a little too casual. "You're really good with that?"

She kisses his shoulder. "It's not like it was a religion. I had fun. I don't want to get married tomorrow or anything. But I'm pretty excited to try being in love again. It's pretty great, so far."

He tugs her closer. "Yeah. I think we're going to like it."

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MASTERLIST (others)

katakuri

Things you do that make them... scared | fall head over heels, all over again, with you

roger

Things you do that make them... laugh

kaido

Things you do that make them... laugh

rayleigh

Head empty, no thoughts, just pure fluff

Things you do that make them... laugh

bartolomeo

Bartolomeo fanboying when he saw his crush from the Strawhats ⌛️

Bartolomeo’s s/o tries to get him hot and bothered by wearing something extra skimpy and doing things to show off their body on purpose scenario ⌛️

Things you do that make them... cry

x drake

Nami, Robin, Boa Hancock, X Drake, Basil Hawkins relationship/flirting and nsfw headcanon ⌛️

X Drake and Rocinante fluffy/random headcanon ⌛️

hawkins

Nami, Robin, Boa Hancock, X Drake, Basil Hawkins relationship/flirting and nsfw headcanon ⌛️

diamante

When you wake up in the morning (200+ Followers Special - Your personal little companion) ⌛️

Diamante general, romantic, nsfw, husband, and father headcanon ⌛️

Diamante attempting to romance someone and failing fluffy scenario ⌛️

Diamante complementing his s/o pt.2 scenario ⌛️

gladius

Gladius general, romantic/relationship, husband, and father headcanon ⌛️

Gladius trying to get a young gardener to date him scenario ⌛️

Gladius keeps trying different excuses to touch and be near the girl he’s fallen for scenario ⌛️

ideo

Ideo and Blue Gilly losing in the tournament so someone comforts them and they feel an attraction for this person scenario ⌛️

Ideo’s s/o comforting him, leading to fluffy times comfort/fluff scenario ⌛️

blue gilly

Ideo and Blue Gilly losing in the tournament so someone comforts them and they feel an attraction for this person scenario ⌛️

bellamy

Bellamy relationship/flirting headcanon ⌛️

benn beckman

Things you do that make them... cry | fall head over heels, all over again, with you

yamato

Things you do that make them... fall head over heels, all over again, with you

compilation / non-specific

One Piece X Drama CD Series headcanon ⌛️

Bubble tea orders

"So... Um... I... brought my first vibrator. Now what?"

With an s/o who has a lot of moles on their body

"Ew! Don't give me wet kisses! Gross!"

When you're in a boring virtual team meeting

Love Language (receiving/expressing)

OP Characters and Video Games

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[fabianocolucci]

The CW and its problem with its way too handsome characters

So, apparently, there’s been the news that The CW has not been profitable since 2006, which is actually the year the network was founded.

Now, I have seen many people here on Tumblr discussing about its reasons, and I believe they are incredibly well done, so I suggest you to check them out by browsing across your dashboard (I mean, there is no way something like this isn’t going to show up in your dashboard).

Yet, I think that I could suggest another reason why is that so, and it has all to do with a haircut. Confused, huh?

Back in the late 1990s, the WB network (one of the two that would later merge with UPN to form The CW) had a show called Felicity, which starred Keri Russell, who would go on to star in the pluri-awarded show The Americans.

During the first season, Felicity was seen as a relatable college student, someone who was going through life in a way that viewers would see and identify with. Then, she had a breakup, and decided to do something about it.

To follow the “realistic” and relatable content, she decided to make some changes, with one of them being to cut her hair. Suddenly, she went from having doll-like curly hair to, well, what a typical boyband singer of the late ‘90s would have as a haircut.

Apparently, that caused a drop in the show’s viewership, which never seemed to have recovered, since the show went from the first season’s average of 5 million views to rarely getting through more than three and a half million views for its subsequent three seasons.

That haircut was such a bad choice that it somehow ruined the show.

As such, the WB decided to have a non-written rule: from that point onwards, cast members would have had to be attractive, no matter how big or small their role was.

Because of that plan, people would rarely see characters that wouldn’t look conventionally attractive, especially the younger ones.

And, for the first years, before the merger, it didn’t seem like a problem. Why? Because the attractiveness of the actors felt real. If you were to attend school in a small town in Kansas, like Smallville, then you could have definitely met someone who looked like Kritstin Kreuk. Or, Rory Gilmore and the characters that revolved around her were pretty and elegant, but that would not have caused a problem in how relatable Gilmore Girls was.

Then, the merger happened, and, all of a sudden, The CW decided to go up to eleven with that. For the subsequent 15 years, the characters would always look like incredibly attractive top models, with well-built physique and everything surrounding them highlighting how hot they were.

Sure, it could have been fine with shows like Gossip Girl and 90210, where the characters were so wealthy that you’d expect them to look like demi-gods all the time (admittedly, Chuck Bass always looking clean and sharp despite smoking and drinking all the time could have only been explained with “he’s got all that money, there’s no way he couldn’t afford something that would make him look handsome”).

But that kept happening even in shows like The 100, where the main characters, which are supposed to be young criminals and rebels sent on Earth to live in it, all have clean, sharp and shaven bodies that make them look way too fit for you, the viewer, to buy that they are struggling to survive. There are some moments in season 1 where Bob Morley’s character Bellamy looks like he came out of a Renaissance sculpture.

Sure, The 100 did try to cover that by, say, making Lexa look dirty most of the time, but Alycia Debnam-Carey still looks like Alycia Debnam-Carey, no matter what.

Now, that may only be a secondary reason why The CW and its show didn’t seem to have generated profit, not even when series like The Vampire Diaries and especially Supernatural were on air, but I think one should take it into consideration.

After all, many viewers may have felt turned off by a CW show just by looking at how unrealistically beautiful the characters were, especially in cases where it could be very clear that an actor was not chosen for that role because of their acting chops.

Of course, I doubt this would stop. After all, one may argue that Netflix is doing the same thing, which may be evoking the choices WB made more than 20 years ago.

With that said, however, I’d think we should wait a little more, to better figure out what is happening. I hope that this post was not a waste of your time, and thanks for reading it.

[circesnames]

hi circe, i hope youre doing well! i was wondering if you had any gender neutral casual/grunge names? if it helps some names ive considered in the past were jasper and tori. im sorry if this is super generic HDJSH- ur blog is really cool btw and thank you in advance<33

hello ghostlytimez, i am doing very well! i'm super excited to do this—it's my first ask, can you tell?—and also nervous. i hope these help you narrow your search. 🖤

bellamy

harlow

jesper (like jasper but with some extra spice)

jude

kai

onyx

rook

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- gotta say, every name on this list (apart from harlow and onyx) is a favorite character of mine from either a book or tv show; p.s. you're certified hot if you recognize the books/tv shows. circe out