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Happy birthday kat!!!!

Thank you, Kayleigh!

[littlemermaiids]

hey girl heyyyy congrats (again?? I cant remember lol) on 3k!! ❤️ i'm so happy the 100 has introduced me to all these wonderful people including yourself 💕

thank you so much Kayleigh!!!! I still have to do your request from the first time around but i’m having ps trouble yet again bu i promise i’ll get it done soon!!! you’re so sweet you beautiful bean❤️

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[mermaeids]

in the clip it sounds like they're in cryo for 30 years because you can hear monty saying that it took him 30 years to crack the eligius 3 files

OH OKAY

[mllersjoel]

I’m seeing tswift so that’s all I’ve been listening to rn lol but all too well will forever be a jam

i just got full on flashbacks to my t swift phase and now im listening to red whAT HAVE YOU DONE

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[justalittlebluetiefling]

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIN!!!!

💘💗💖💘💗💖 Thank you, Kayleigh!!!

Random, unimportant tidbit: I remember seeing this last night before I fell asleep, but then I slept for such a long time that my cat was super excited that I was awake and now I’m typing this with one hand, because he won’t get out of my lap.

[nightbleeder]

give ♡ this ♡ to ♡ the ♡ twelve ♡ nicest ♡ people ♡ you ♡ know ♡ and ♡ if ♡ you ♡ get ♡ five ♡ back ♡ you ♡ must ♡ be ♡ perfect ♡

[reyskyber]

bellarke + baseball b/c it was just opening day :)

Thank you

Kayleigh, I’mma apologise rn because I know basically nothing about baseball (and my spelling is still terrible)

Clarke needs to add a sport to her resumé to make herself stand out to potential employers.  Turns out, her university doesn’t have many sporting options that she’s good at (netball is a no-go because she always ended up hitting someone in the face, she can’t do soccer because she can’t kick a ball in a straight line to save her life, and who willingly chooses fencing??)

So baseball it is.  Try-outs aren’t too bad.  It’s just proving you can hit the ball and run.  So she takes her spot on the bench in between a quiet guy called Monty and a nice girl called Harper.  Her name gets called and they both wish her luck, she shoots them both smiles and takes her place.

She tries to remember everything her dad taught her about baseball (not a lot, he was always more of a football fan).  She grips the bat and keeps her eye on the ball.  Miraculously, she swings and hits the ball.  It goes quite a way too, almost to the other end of the pitch they’re training on.

The guy in the beanie whistles.  “Wow, Princess has a solid swing.”  Clarke blushes.  The guy next to the guy in the beanie doesn’t look convinced.

“It’s just luck,” he says and Clarke raises a brow at him across the pitch.  She readies herself again and wills herself to prove him wrong.  He shrugs before getting ready to bowl again.  She uses the same technique as before and hits the ball again with the bat.  It doesn’t go as far as before, but it’s still a solid shot (at least third base, she thinks).

The captain and the guy in the beanie seem to be having some conversation entirely in eye contact and facial expressions and Clarke stamps down the reflex to huff at them.

After a while she gets a nod.  “You made the team,” the captain tells her.

Turns out, the captain is a dick.  Bellamy Blake is a Classical History major and a senior, and apparently it’s his life’s goal to terrorise Clarke.  If he isn’t nit-picking her swinging technique, he’s telling her to run faster around the pitch, and when he’s not commenting on her baseball skills, he’s calling her Princess and belittling her at every opportunity.

The worst of it all, is that she actually responds to it?  Clarke hates herself for it, but it actually makes her want to do better to prove him wrong.  And so Clarke ends up training late at night after practice has finished.  Sometimes, she imagines the baseballs are small versions of Bellamy’s head and she always hits those ones the hardest, getting all of her anger out.

“What did the baseballs ever do to you?”  Asks a familiar voice and Clarke inwardly groans.  Even here, she can’t escape Bellamy Blake.

“You want some tips?”  He asks with a smirk when she turns to him and she rolls her eyes.

“I feel like you’re gonna give me them, regardless.”  She replies and he chuckles.  He walks over to her and stands so close she can smell his cologne.  She shakes her head and tries to focus on the task at hand.

“May I?”  He asks as he reaches towards her.  She nods, thinking he’ll take the bat from her hand and show her how to stand.  Instead, he reaches around her and holds the bat over her hands.  Bellamy is pressed against her and Clarke freezes, she can feel heat radiating from him and can feel his chest at her back.

“So just like this,” he says as he moves his arms into the swing.  Clarke’s mouth goes dry and she tries to focus on hitting the ball.

After a few practice swings, Clarke seems to have gotten the hang of it, despite how thrown she is by how intimate this position with Bellamy is.

“Should I hold it a little higher?”  She asks, looking over her shoulder at his face.  He’s looking down at her with an odd expression.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, dropping his hands from her and stepping backwards.  “That’s good.”

Clarke takes a swing at the ball and hits is perfectly.  She beams over at Bellamy.  He’s still got an odd expression on his face, but he’s smiling back at her.  

Maybe things won’t be so bad after all?

Send me things to headcanon?

[montygreen]

jurassic park!

Yup, but I was wayyy too young for it at the time

send me iconic movies you think everyone should’ve seen in their lives and i have to respond honestly if i’ve seen them

[divinespairings]

congrats on all the followers babe! ⭐️

Thank you my dear :D you can find the edit here!

[aadmelioraa]

If you're still taking prompts - #4 or #8 :)) happy new year!

I am! Happy new year to you too, Kayleigh!! I went with #8 and a classic for this one. Canon divergent from the end of 2x16: AU where Clarke didn’t leave after Mt. Weather.

Clarke had been sitting by herself until Bellamy joined her.  The two of them waited in silence, watching her mother and Kane lead Lexa and her cohort though the camp. His hand, she noticed, never strayed far from his weapon. She could feel him radiating tension. They were more in sync than ever, but that didn’t necessarily make things easier.

“You don’t look very happy,” she remarked.

“Neither do you” he countered. “Neither do any of us. This alliance isn’t something that will last, Clarke. You were at Mt. Weather.”

“I know you don’t trust them, and truth be told neither do I,” Clarke sighed. “But we’re on the brink of another war here, and until we regroup it’s in our own interest to maintain peace. We didn’t exactly escape unscathed.”

Bellamy frowned. “As long as we keep our guard up. I don’t like how close Kane’s getting with them.”

“Kane’s an idealist, but he’s not stupid,” Clarke countered. “He knows who to trust, and who to watch with extra care.” As she spoke, her eyes drifted from Indra to Lexa.

“I’m surprised that she hasn’t demanded you join them in their little tour,” Bellamy said, and the bitterness in his voice wasn’t lost on her. He wasn’t talking about her mother.

“I told them I had other matters to attend to,” Clarke replied.

Bellamy glanced over at her, then looked away, shaking his head.

“Bellamy, what’s bothering you so much? It’s not just Lexa being here.”

Bellamy’s jaw clenched as he stared stonily ahead. “I just can’t stand how they’re all looking at you.”

Clarke didn’t have to ask what he meant. “We might as well use it to our advantage. They fear the commander of death more than most else.” Judging by the expression on his face, that had done little to mollify him. “Why do you mind so much? Do you want to share that title with me in addition to every other terrible thing we’ve shared?”

“You know what I mean,” Bellamy replied in a low voice. “They see you and they see the terrible thing we were forced to do for our people. The terrible thing they forced us to do.” He looked her straight in the eye. “I know you see their faces too, every day. I can never forgive her for this.”

Clarke bit her lip. He was right, but the necessity of diplomacy still weighed on her.

“The Chancellor thinks that Lexa will try and force me into a marriage alliance to cement the peace,” Clarke said, watching Bellamy’s response carefully.

He immediately stiffened and drew in his breath sharply. “A marriage alliance? With who?”

“With someone from Trikru no doubt. Maybe even Lexa herself. Who knows.” Clarke paused. “She also thinks that it would be wise for me to claim I’m betrothed to an Arkadian so that they can’t use me against my own people.”

“And which Arkadian does your mother think you should marry?” Bellamy asked, keeping his eye fixed straight ahead.

“You,” Clarke replied.

Bellamy’s face registered utter shock, his eyes searching her face as if he was convinced it was a joke. “Me?”

“You,” Clarke repeated in an even tone.

“Why me? Why not someone who could provide you with additional status, who could protect you?”

Clarke shook her head. “I’m Wanheda. I don’t need additional status. And no one can protect me better than you can, Bellamy. I’d rather you than anyone else.”

Bellamy’s eyes grew wider. “You’re serious. You’ve discussed this?”

Clarke nodded.

“And you think this will help us preserve our independence here?”

“I do. I agree with my mother, she’s right that I could end up being forced into a marriage alliance otherwise. They might make it difficult for us to negotiate out of.”

Bellamy frowned. “If this is really what they want, they won’t be satisfied with anything less. You know that Lexa will want to ensure you’re on her side.”

“You think they will want us to provide another alliance for them?”

“Possibly. I don’t know much about grounder politics.” His tone meant the little he did know, he didn’t like.

“I’d suggest Octavia, but I doubt she’d be willing to be used as a political pawn.”

“You’re right,” Bellamy snorted, then grew serious again. “We can figure that out next. Right now, we need to make sure you’re not in any danger of being forced into something.” He worried his lower lip. “I’ll do it if you ask me to, Clarke, but only for you. Not for Lexa, not for Kane, not even for your mother.”

“I wouldn’t ask you if I thought there was another way. But we’re in this together, Bellamy. We always have been.”

A smile played at the corner of his mouth.

Clarke bumped his shoulder with hers. “Is that a yes?”

“If you’re really asking, it’s a yes,” he answered, and his eyes burned though her like they never had before.

“I am.”

Bellamy broke eye contact first, instinctively standing and reaching for his weapon as Lexa and her cohort approached with Abby and Kane.

“Commander,” Clarke said coldly.

“Clarke,” Lexa replied with equal coolness in her tone.

Lexa, Indra, and the other grounders proceeded towards the gate, accompanied by two Arcadian guards. Abby and Marcus hung back.

Abby’s eyes searched her daughter’s face, then Bellamy’s. “The two of you had a chance to talk?” she asked.

Clarke glanced up at Bellamy and nodded. “He’s agreed.”

Relief flooded the Chancellor’s face, and she reached out to squeeze Bellamy’s shoulder. “That’s good, that’s good. It won’t have to be permanent, you know, if you don’t want. And it doesn’t have to mean anything inside this camp. It’s just while we’re in this precarious position.”

Bellamy’s face tightened, and Clarke suddenly wished she had told her mother alone.

“You really think this will work?” Bellamy asked.

“We’re not certain,” Kane replied. “But it’s our best shot of keeping Clarke from being used.”

Bellamy gave a slight nod. “Understood. I’ve got guard duty later, I should go.” And with that he was gone, barely a glance to Clarke as he made his way to his tent.

Clarke found him there after his shift had ended. He was still wearing his guard jacket and a sullen expression.

“Can I come in?”

He glanced up at her from his cot, and nodded. She sat down next to him, her fingers brushing against his.

“That’s not what I meant, by the way,” she said, “When I asked you.”

“What’s not?” 

“What my mother said, about it not meaning anything.”

“You didn’t? Well, if you did…” he shrugged, his tone detached.

“I meant it when I said I’d rather marry you than anyone else in this camp. I’d rather marry you than anyone else on this planet, Bellamy Blake.”

Bellamy turned back to her, stunned for the second time that day. A slow smile spread across his face as he realized she was telling the truth.

“I trust you. I need you. That’s what I meant when I asked you, Bellamy.”

Bellamy turned her face up to his and kissed her, soft but passionate. “That’s what I meant,” he replied, “when I said yes.”

[littlemermaiids]

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Kayleigh my queen i absolutely live for you. your edits are phenomenal. like they blow me away every single time. (if you havent checked out my girls edits what are you doing???) youre such a positive little bee in this insane fandom. please dont ever leave us bc i’d miss your face too much

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🌈 I just went through my books because im packing and I even had to get rid fo a few (rip my children) but I also read through some of my faves which are the illuminae series, the darkest minds series, and geekerella

ugh that’s always the worst! I try to purge my books every once in a while or they’d get insane, and it’s hard letting them go. I LOVE the Darkest Minds series. You know there’s a movie coming out?? And another book in the series??

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KAYLEIGH ilysm i cant wait to see your beautiful face soon!!!!!