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side-effect-of-the-meds · 5 years ago

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Yo yo yo I need to kno more about Cleo!!!

After nearly a month (possibly more) here are some answers! Thanks for your ask, love

Tradition states that only rival heirs of the Moriyamas are sent to the branch family. As a girl, Riko was never a threat. However, since Riko’s mother died giving birth to her, Kengo blames the death of his wife on Riko and banishes her. The thing about the Moriyamas are that they’re coldhearted bishes so, when they love, they love with everything they’ve got. With Kengo’s wife dead, his life is cold and empty once more. The name Riko is not be uttered in the Moriyama household, especially not near Kengo. He will scream and cry and throw things. His grief is loud and violent. Many of Kengo’s men are from his wife’s family or were saved by her from disease and poverty. They owe her their lives and in her dying moments she called them all together to ask of them one last favor. She asked them to renew their pledges to Kengo and be there for him, no matter the cost. None of them refuse. Many silent tears are shed at her funeral. Anyway, all of the men are exceptionally loyal to him bc of this promise. Knowing Kengo’s frenzied grief if over the loss of the woman who loved them all as if they were her own children strengthens their bond with him. All of them secretly keep tabs on Riko, though. She looks just like her mother and it soothes their ragged souls to see their Mistresses features on her daughter.

Kengo’s men aren’t the only people secretly seeking solace in Riko. All the mystery shrouding the existence of his sister is the reason Ichirou was so intrigued by her. You know how Ania has a binder full of snippets of Kevin and Riko and their achievements and stuff? He has one too, dedicated solely to his sister. He secretly watches her games and interviews.

Kengo’s sister, Kana, is always around. She is Kengo’s best friend and closest advisor. When Kengo’s grief gets too much for him, Kana is the one that picks up his broken pieces. At all of the ridiculous fundraising functions they have to attend, Ichirou catches Kana making funny faces at Kengo from across the room. He's stunned by the sight of the soft twitch of his father's lips as he shakes his head in amusement. Unlike his father, Ichirou is all alone. He blames his father for it. It’s hard being the heir to the most feared crime syndicate in America, especially when you’re going it alone. Riko isn’t alone. She has Kevin and Jean and soon she shall have the Wesninski girl too. Ichirou is just a little bit bitter. He spends a lot of time day-dreaming about the day he’ll meet his sister. Never in a thousand years did he imagine it with a gun pressed to her head. As he pulls the trigger, his heart shatters into a thousand pieces. He stares emptily out the window of the car.

He doesn't find out about Cleo until Riko’s funeral. Everyone thinks he’s crying because his sister is dead. No. He’s crying because he’s an uncle and he hadn’t even known. After some investigation, he finds out the circumstances of Cleo’s conception. I’m not going into detail but let’s put it this way: Tetsuji doesn’t survive Ichirou’s wrath. It isn’t a quick death either.

Ichirou loved his sister wholeheartedly but he never got to tell her so. Knowing what he does now, he realizes that she was just as lonely as he was. More than anything, he does not want Cleo to suffer as he and Riko did. His first instinct is for him to take Cleo back. He’ll raise her as every Moriyama woman is raised: a Goddess to be feared and revered. At the funeral he has seen the child sleeping soundly in Wesninski’s arms and now a small part of him stalled. Life as the daughter of Riko and Tetsuji Moriyama will not be easy. If the public ever found out the circumstances under which Cleo was conceived, they’d riot at the very idea of her being raised by her uncle. Ichirou had already denounced his uncle and cut ties with him. He was a blemish on the Moriyama name that now threatened to bring them down entirely with his careless actions. No, Ichirou could not take Cleo back. Not if he wanted to preserve some semblance of his family's dignity. Or so her told himself.

Unlike his father, Ichirou wasn’t quite as coldhearted. Warmth still bloomed in his chest at the laughter of children and smiles still tinged his lips at the sight of the joys of others. Pain still stabbed through him at the sight of men bleeding out on the concrete before him and guilt kept him up at night, tormenting him with thoughts of the families of women left husbandless and children now fatherless. Above all else, he felt nothing but love for his baby niece and he wanted her to love him too. There would come a day when Cleo learned the truth herself. What would she think of Ichirou then? No matter what she might say, there would always be a hint of doubt in her mind insinuating falsehoods about him. Anguish washed over Ichirou at the very thought. He didn’t think he’d survive Cleo harboring so much as a single seed of hate in her heart for him. Staying away from her was for the best.

It’s a lot harder than he thought it would be, though. Cleo now lived at Palmetto State in the care of Abigail Winfield and David Wymack. Riko was Evermore’s unofficial mascot and now Cleo was Palmetto’s. Her face is plastered across every screen in the nation. Many Raven fans are livid with rage. This is the highest betrayal. Riko Moriyama had a child and no one said anything?!?!?! Riots are a thing. Someone tried to kidnap Cleo to take her back to Evermore.

The attempted kidnapping is the final straw. First of all, they’re dismembered parts were sent home to their family in a UPS box. Second of all, Ichirou holds a press conference in which he reveals the truth about Cleo’s birth, explaining why he can’t take her in, and making a thinly veiled threat to the remaining Raven fans about what would happen to the next person who tried to harm her. No one ever bothers Palmetto State again.

Cleo grows up hating Riko. For a long time, she doesn’t know she’s Riko’s daughter. All photos of Riko are banned. The adults only ever talk about her when they think Cleo is asleep. Cleo wakes in the middle of the night for a drink of water and creeps over to the kitchen. She can hear the adults angrily hissing at one another. They’re talking about someone named Riko with as much hate as Cleo’s ever heard. Wymack is always mad but this is something else. Abby seems upset as well, a truly rare sight. She doesn’t know who Riko is but she hates her now.

Cleo only finds out when she goes to school. After intense debate, the Foxes decided to keep her last name as it was. It was already too well known to do anything about it. Some kid comes from an exy obsessed family and mentions that she looks a lot like Riko Moriyama. Cleo gets sent to the principal's office for punching the kid.

Wymack and Abby can no longer hide it. They sit her down at the kitchen table and tell her the truth. Cleo doesn’t take it well. Maybe I’ll talk about the specifics later but there’s quite a bit of work that goes into that and I need to clear the asks that are already in my inbox.

She knows who her father is too but the details are limited because of course they are. She’s like 7 rn.

After all this drama, she learns about her Uncle Ichirou. She goes behind Wymack and Abby’s backs to send him a letter. It’s written in red crayon on a sheet of black construction paper: Evermore’s colors. Ichirou flips his shit. His beloved little niece has just found out the truth about her birth and the first thing she did was write to him.

It’s after this that Ichirou ends up abolishing the branch family entirely. He keeps all three of his kids, one daughter and two sons, by his side. He’s still the head of the yakuza tho so I mean… he still tortures and kills people. His kids grow up the same way. He’s literally only soft for his wife, kids, and Cleo.

Ania has a bunch of galas and charity balls that she has to attend because she ‘donates’ to the Moriyama foundation. Ichirou makes her bring Cleo along so he can see her. Erin doesn’t like the thought of Ichirou being around Cleo so the three of them always arrive together and Erin is never far from Cleo. If she can’t be around, Jeanie, Jeremy, Kevin, or Thea are there. Ichirou is never left with Cleo unsupervised for obvious reasons. He wishes it didn’t have to be that way but he understands their concern and lets it go.

Since Ichirou isn’t really allowed to show physical affection towards her, Cleo gets spoiled rotten by her uncle. Every Christmas, there’s a shit ton of presents on Wymack’s doorsteps. All the labels read To: Cleo From: Santa in Ichirou’s unmistakable handwriting. There’s also just a bunch of presents that show up out of the blue. At least once a month, there’s some very expensive-as ‘thing’ in the mail. I mean, this shit belongs in museums. They’re almost always Japanese bc Ichirou doesn’t want her to forget her heritage. She’s got a lot of kimonos and a few samurai swords and ornate hair clips and umbrellas and shoes. She’s got a lot of scrolls written in Japanese too which is why she asks Kevin to teach her to speak and write it. Some of the scrolls are actually letters to her from Ichirou. These all go in a special box that she keeps on the top shelf of her closet.

Speaking of Kevin, Thea is an absolute miracle worker. It’s a long road to his recovery but Thea is there for him the whole way. Cleo is the biggest hurdle on this road. She looks just like Riko. She’s got the same bright laugh and brilliant smile. She has the same features as her mother, and grandmother by default, and has the same build. Looking at her, all Kevin can see is Riko.

One day he goes to pick her up from daycare. He can only watch as one of Cleo’s friends pushes someone else off the swings and offered the seat to Cleo. Kevin’s heart stopped. Riko would most definitely take the seat, kicking up the mulch in the other child’s face. Instead, Cleo shoves her friend aside and extends a hand to the boy on the ground. She helps him to his feet and wipes away the tears on the little boy’s face. She picks the mulch out of his hair and the splinters from his hand. Kevin is close enough to hear her say to him that a kiss will make it better. She kisses his palm and turns back to her friend. She tells the girl off. Before they know it, the little girl is bawling her eyes out. Cleo hugs her but insists that she needs to apologize to the boy. Satisfied by her friend’s meek apology she offers the kid his seat back. He shakes his head and asks if the girls want a turn. It’s the first time Kevin realizes that Riko and Cleo aren’t the same person. Kevin totally isn’t crying when he calls her over and checks her out of the daycare center.

Growing up at Palmetto, Cleo meets a lot of kids from broken homes. As a result she becomes really compassionate. She also becomes really touchy-feely. When the kids are sad she likes to give them hugs and hold their hands or pet their hair. She also makes? Them? Presents? Like little beaded necklaces and friendships bracelets. She makes an orange and white rubber band bracelet thing for Wymack and now he keeps his keys on it.

As I’ve mentioned, Cleo is ten when Erin and Ania get married and ask her to come and live with them. Wymack and Abby drive her up to the girls’ apartment in New York. Cleo is all nerves when she arrives. She’s grown up calling them Mom and Mama but now she’s going to live with them. Like…. Permanently!!!!!!!!!!

Standing in front of the door, she can’t bring herself to knock. Wymack kneels down in front of her and asks her what’s wrong.

“What if they’ve changed their minds?” Cleo whispered.

“Worst case scenario?” Wymack asked. “You’ll come back with us. I don’t think Abby and I are all that bad.”

“You’re not,” Cleo replied, hastily. Wymack stood back up.

“Look, kid. It’s not going to be easy for them to adjust to having you around but they will. There isn’t a soul on the face of the Earth that loves you more than they do. How could they not? You’re pretty fucking great,” he said. Abby pursed her lips at Wymack’s language but said nothing.

“You ready, Cleo?” she asked. Cleo nodded and Abby’s face brightened with a smile. The door opened just as Cleo mustered up the courage to knock. Arms wrapped around her and picked her up off the ground. Ania’s laughter rang in Cleo’s ears as the crushing weight of the hug knocked the air from her lungs. Kisses were speckled all across her face as Ania stepped out of the apartment and swung Cleo around until they were too dizzy to go on. The world was still spinning as Cleo collapsed beside Ania.

“She’s been here less than a minute and you’re already trying to kill her?” The familiar rough voice caught Cleo’s attention. As her vision settled, she saw Erin leaning against the door frame.

“Mom,” Cleo whispered, in awe as if Erin was an apparition. Erin remained in the doorway, stone-faced and covered in flour.

“Not going to give your mom a hug?” Erin asked finally. Cleo was on her feet in less than a second. She barrelled into Erin’s open arms, nearly knocking her over. Tears gushed from Cleo’s eyes. “The hell are you crying about, Little One?” Erin muttered into Cleo’s hair. Cleo loosed a shaky laugh. She let Erin pick her up and heard the voices of the others as they entered the house.

Cleo loves living with Erin and Ania. Like Wymack said, there’s an adjustment period but it’s not super long or uncomfortable. Erin is really good with kids and Ania really loves Cleo so they make it work.

Sometimes Cleo gets sad, though. Her moms have games that they have to go to often so they’re always flying out to them. Fortunately, Aaron and Katelyn are living up in New York too. It’s about a two hour drive out to Uncle Aaron’s. Cleo loves being with him and her cousins, the twins, Lila and Leena. They’re really nice and Cleo gets along with them really well. They stay up late braiding each others’ hair and whispering secrets and telling stories. Katelyn makes the best mac and cheese on the face of the planet Earth and she always makes it whenever she knows Cleo’s especially down. They all sit on the couch together to watch Cleo’s moms’ games. Cleo catches her uncle hasilty scrubbing tears from his eyes at the sight of his sister’s rare, fierce grin.

Uncle Nicky and Uncle Erik are great. They don’t have kids. Instead they have two corgis named Micheal and Jude that fight all the time. The only time they ever seem to get along is when they’re with Cleo. The two of them like to sit on opposite side of Cleo, sandwiching her in the middle.

Uncle Erik is a pastor at the church and he sings in the choir. He’s almost as good a singer as Erin… almost. He teaches Cleo how to sing. He also really likes to bake. Often, Cleo’s moms go on dates where they wander around Stuttgart together and just enjoy each other’s company. They almost always come home to find Erik and Cleo coated in flour and sugar and chocolate. Cleo uses her newfound baking skills to make things to her mom. Erin is living for it. Ania doesn’t approve of the unhealthy diet but she knows Cleo bakes with love so she limits how much Cleo is allowed to bake and instates portion control.

Cleo is mildly claustrophobic and the worst of it happens on planes. Ania and Erin have a pre-flight ritual that they extend to include Cleo in as well. Every time Erin has to get on a plane and Ania is there to see her off, she has Erin roll back her armbands (she doesn’t wear them anymore but this was back in college) and draws a little heart on the inside of her wrist. Once it dries, Ania will press a kiss to the little heart. Growing up, Ania didn’t like plane either so her mother used to do this for her to quiet her fears. It makes Erin and Cleo feel very loved and protected. I mean, they know it doesn’t actually doing anything but it always makes them feel a lot better.

On Saturday mornings, most kids wake up early to watch cartoons. Cleo wakes up to go snuggle with her moms. She’s around 12/13 when she starts this. Most of her moms’ games are on Fridays and they get back late at night or really early in the morning. Cleo wakes up at 9 a.m. and makes breakfast for the three of them and set the table. Everything is usually ready around 10 so she’ll creep into her moms’ room. Both of them are light sleepers so they’ll hear her come in. They sleep spooning each other but they always make space between the two of them so Cleo can wriggle in between them. Their cats, Sir and King, usually come in too. It soft and warm and all of them are happy.

Cleo is obviously a part of an exy team. She’s the biological daughter of Riko Moriyama and is being raised by Exy stars Erin and Ania Minyard-Josten. What did you expect?

She’s a striker. A much better one than her mother was. Better than Kevin too. The only person that outshines her is Ania but it doesn’t bother Cleo. In fact, it gives her something to aspire towards. She and Ania spend a lot of late nights out at the court with Erin in goal. Family bonding time :’)

Cleo likes getting her nails done. She usually does this with Ania. Ania only ever gets her non-dominant hand done and Cleo doesn’t understand. She only starts to understand once she gets married but I’ll get to that in a minute.

There’s about a 3 year difference between Cleo and Amalia. Okay, look. Kevin’s grad party was wild and he and Thea might have had a little too much to drink. That’s how Amalia is conceived. Thea is mortified. Kevin asks her if she wants an abortion. Both of them are pro-choice, especially after learning everything that went down with the birth of Cleo. Thea believes in the right to choose but she could never have an abortion herself. She gives birth to Amalia and it devastated her. Her entire career is put on hold so she can have her baby. Kevin is stressed. He wants doesn’t want to sacrifice Thea’s happiness for that of their child. The only compromise they can work out is to have their contracts transferred. They join the team based in Columbia, an hour and a half from the Foxhole Court. They wouldn’t dare ask Wymack to raise their child but they do ask for his help. Whenever they travel, Wymack and Abby babysit their granddaughter. The Monsters are at Palmetto for one more year so they help out too. Ania isn’t good with kids other than Cleo but she does her best to help. Jeanie and Jeremy get named the godparents but they don’t get to see Amalia often until Thea and Kevin move out to the West Coast. The Muldani-Days live in Seattle and the Knoxs remain in California. Visiting them is painful for Ania and Erin but they make new memories with them and so it isn’t all bad.

Cleo and Amalia are best friends. Kevin and Thea live on the West Coast, on the other end of the nation, so the girls skype a lot. They binge watch shows together like this and help each other with homework too. They always get to see each other when their parents play each other at games and during holidays. Sometimes Kevin will let Amalia stay over with Erin and Ania or vice versa. All of this takes a serious mental toll on Cleo. She’s head over heels for Amalia. Sleeping literal inches from her is going to drive Cleo insane. Amalia is as much of a clingy sleeper as her father so she will often throw and arm over Cleo while asleep and draw her close. Cleo is certain she’s going to die then and there.

Anyway, Kevin is shook. All his ptsd comes crashing back in a massive wave. He remembers how Riko treated him. What is Cleo does the same to Amalia? It doesn’t take him long to snap out of it. Cleo was raised in a loving home by Wymack, Abby, and the Foxes. All of them are broken but it's part of what made them such good people for her to around. Cleo has learned compassion to a degree that Kevin could only imagine. She is kind-hearted and loving and incredibly genuine. No one was ever going to be good enough for Amalia in Kevin’s eyes but Cleo was definitely as close as he’d hoped to find.

He doesn’t say anything to Amalia. He doesn’t want to hurt Cleo’s chances but he doesn’t want to force his daughter to pick Cleo for his sake either.

Amalia picks Cleo of her own free will. Their wedding is massive. Kevin breaks down crying as he walks her down the aisle to Cleo. Cleo rushes off the altar and helps him to his feet. She and Amalia walk him to the end before depositing him in a seat beside Thea. They’re all giggles and bright smiles as they stand together at the altar.

They honeymoon in the French countryside. They spend most of it in bed together. Amalia is asexual so no that’s not what I meant, you heathens. They just curl up beside one another talking and giggling and kissing bc they’re happy and in love.

Amalia and Cleo become foster parents. They do adopt but it usually older kids, late teens. Due to their age, few of them live with their moms but they all come together for the holidays.

Holidays are hell. Cleo and Amalia have like eight kids and then they’re usually fostering someone. A lot of their kids are married and have their own kids plus their parents and uncles/aunts + grandparents show up. This is the only reason Cleo and Amalia live in a mansion. They need to be able to accommodate all these people.

They grow old together. They have those shared tombstones with their graves side by side. Cleo dies first. Amalia doesn’t cry. She laughs and dances and tells stories about her wife. Cleo’s funeral is a celebration of her life not the mourning of her death, just the way she would have wanted it to be.

Every day up until her own death, Amaila places pink and white carnations on Cleo’s grave. She’ll sit by her grave and read all her favorite books to her. Amalia misses Cleo dearly but she believes that she’ll return to her beloved when the time comes.

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galaxyblake · 7 years ago

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your top 5 fav characters from the 100 and the reasons why you love them

Okay, so this has been in my inbox for awhile now because my response will be kind of long and so my answer is below the cut :)

1. Bellamy Blake (shocker)

I’m not going to go into many direct examples because we would be here all day but even for general reasons, my reasoning will be LONG . Also note that I wrote the Bellamy one when I first got the ask and I didnt realize how long it was compared to the others but Im trying to post this before work so sjfkdjf oops

Bellamy has always been in my top 5 easily, and one of the only times he wasn’t #1 was at the beginning of the first season because you all know that I really loved my son Wells Jaha who deserved better, but even when Bellamy’s character was “supposed” to be a jerk, he intrigued me more than a lot of the other characters.

Now, I personally don’t usually like the “asshole” characters because a lot of writers have given them stupid motives and have made them one dimensional when they have a lot of potential, but I could tell that the writers of The 100 knew what they were doing and showed quickly that he broke the mold. At the start we see that Bellamy’s love for Octavia is a huge plot point for him, it drove a lot of his motives and made me see why he did certain things because I have younger siblings and I know that I would’ve done anything to protect them if given the chance.

In 1x06, My Sister’s keeper, we dive deeper into the idea of having a sibling on the ark and we find that he had to give up everything, he had to give up his entire life for Octavia and he never even seemed to question it.Because of his responsibility to his family he likely coudln’t focus when it came to school/a social life, he couldn’t help his mother who had to give up even more than he did, he couldn’t have a proper childhood because he was basically a brother and a father at the same time, he couldn’t ever stay out with friends, he couldn’t bring anyone over, he couldn’t eat all of what little food and water he was allowed, he coudln’t fully help his sister who was forced to grow up as secret, he couldn’t relax for even a second because he knew that at any moment he could lose everything. When he was a 7-year-old boy he was told that it was his sister and his responsibility and he had no choice whatsoever and he accepted it and did everything he could for his mother and his sister, even if it meant suffering himself.

Now, for the more general reasons, we see quickly that he is charismatic and caring and brave and compassionate and selfless (to a fault at times). We see how he breaks nearly all of the stereotypes that we are accustomed to seeing on screen nowadays, not only male stereotypes but stereotypes of men of color and in Bellamy’s case, stereotypes of Asian/Filipino men. His character is one of the most alpha like characters on TV and yet we see him when he’s vulnerable around Clarke and some others, we see him cry like a normal human without really trying to hide it but it’s not portrayed in a way that makes him seem weak, it’s just his emotions and the fact that we even see him express emotion is huge for his character. Another main thing is that aside from all the good, he has his flaws. He is impulsive, overbearing at times, reckless when it comes to the people that he loves, he doesn’t have a strong sense of self-preservation, he can be too serious and this makes him one of the most complex characters ever and the way that Bob plays him is just incredible. When I look at his scenes, whether they are emotional or not, I am blown away because just in 1 second I can feel more emotion than some characters make me feel in an entire season. Bob loves and understands Bellamy more than anyone ever will and with every emotion that crosses his face, it becomes more and more apparent that his character is iconic.

2. Raven Reyes

I really could gush about Raven for YEARS. When we first met her character I honestly heard “boss ass bitch” playing in the back of my mind. For starters, she is brave and smart and badass and strong and caring and determined and driven.

She is a huge part of every storyline and she always manages to pull through whatever it is that she’s/the others are dealing with. The first time I really realized that she was one of my absolute favorites was in 1X10, “I have become death.” She didn’t hesitate to do what needed to be done to save everyone, she was willing to die for people that she hardly knew because it was what had to be done. Raven was on the ground for 2 weeks less than the others and by the time she got down it was a lot of all work and no play but she didn’t ever question it. In that episode she knew that work had to be done and so she went to that bridge, even after she knew that she was sick, she persisted and was ready to die if it meant giving her people a fighting chance.

Even after 1x10 we see that she has suffered so damn much in her 19 years and a lot of the time she is suffering from what others have done to her but regardless, she continues to fight for those who have caused her pain because that’s who she is.

From being shot and nearly paralyzed, to being drilled for her marrow, to losing Finn, Gina, and Sinclair, to being strung up for a crime that she didn’t commit, to suffering through seizures that could kill her because she knew that the information from Becca could help them. Even after all she had given up, she rarely gave in to her pain or fear and the only time she did was with the chip and even then she showed just how much stronger she was.

Raven is wicked smart, finding a solution before someone even realizes that there is a problem, always having that last minute idea that saves the day. Hell, this girl KILLED HERSELF AND BROUGHT HERSELF BACK TO LIFE. She chooses life because she fights for it. Lindsey is incredible and we all know just how much she loves and respects Raven. The way Lindsey shows how Raven struggles internally with her pain is amazing and it makes us feel for her because we often forget that, though Raven is strong as all hell, she is suffering every day.

3. Clarke Griffin

I love my baby space bi and I will fight every person who comes @ her, just saying. Clarke is a character that very much suffers from “main character syndrome” where people see more of her and so she isn’t necessarily the #1 fan favorite, it happens in a lot of shows and I really don’t know the reason behind it but I know that it still happens.

I love Clarke because though, I do like other characters more, I still see that she is one of the most realistic young adult characters ever. She makes mistakes and she gets angry and holds grudges and is selfish every once and awhile and though it can be frustrating it is true to her character because she is just a kid. Even though she is a kid she is resourceful, caring, cunning, direct, ambitious, strategic, conflicted, thoughtful and brave. Hell, her first day on the ground consisted of her fighting for these strangers who thought of her as nothing more than a privileged white girl. Then what did she do when Jasper was nearly killed for doing nothing? She demanded that they go back to him even when others were downright terrified but she went because she knew it was the right thing to do and knew that she would do what it took for them to survive even if she had no on to help her.

At times Clarke can be a little too hell-bent on surviving and she forgets that they need to live. Unlike Bellamy, she uses her head more than her heart and can often come across as callous, but she still does what needs to be done even if it means being hated by the people that she loves because she would rather have them alive and hating her than loving her and dead.

She is so emotionally strong, she has lost her father becasue of her mother, her best friend was murdered after they finally reconciled, she was forced to kill the first love of her life and then she had to watch another love die in her arms after their first time. Time and time again she moves on from what she goes through and pushes past her emotions because she needs to lead and then even when she’s pushing those emotions down we see them come back up around characters who allow her to be vulnerable and we get to see that she is not the commander of death or whatever, she is a kid with too much responsibility.

4. Monty Green

The sweetest, most down to earth cinnamon roll to ever exist. Anytime I see him on screen I know that I’m gonna get some knowledged dropped down on me. Monty is so wise and understanding that I really don’t understand how it took some people so long to realize that he is the best. Like? Wtf? Love my son.

Anywho, Monty is one of the kindest characters on this show. He is always looking out for his friends and always making sure that others are okay. He loves each and every one of them and is always shown to be looking out for them when Bellamy and Clarke (AKA the parents) can’t. In Mt. Weather he went looking for Harper and Clarke, he risked his life to find them. he demanded that they use him for marrow instead of Harper, he stayed by Jaspers side through his entire procedure with Maya, he talked with Miller about random things when they thought they were going to die just so he could cheer him up, he brought Harper tea, and then, even after all he had to do to save his people he still kept himself together for the sake of others. When we see him break and say that he is not fine it broke my heart becasue he is one of the most put together characters that we have and we he breaks we all break a little bit.

There are grander gestures that he has done to ensure the survival of the people that he loves, the main one being that he knew that he couldn’t let his mother kill Octavia and so he took his gun and shot her. He killed his last family member to protect someone who didn’t even consider herself one of his people. Then he was forced to delete her code and basically had to go through the trauma of killing her all over again. Monty is supposed to be 15 turning 16 and he has to suffer through all this, while also being the glue that holds the delinquents together? How he does it and still manages to be optimistic and kind I will never know.

5. The rest of the delinquents and Lincoln and Luna and Gaia and Niylah and Lxa You can’t make me pick one last one. I cannot do it.

#The 100 #I only reread this twice and so sorry for my rambling and mistakes #bellamy blake #Raven reyes #Clarke griffin #Monty green #the delinqeuents #The 100 meta #?#i think #askthetrashg #long post #yu as op

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howterrifying · 8 years ago

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Hi! I don't know if you're taking any prompts right now but if you are, here's one: Sherlock been away for a case and then he called his family and when his baby daughter (or son) spoke over the phone, cue the cute convo. His daughter told him all sort of random stuff, she still didn't speak very well, and then she told him she missed him and wanted him to come home soon. Basically parentlock fluff :"> Thank you.

I know I wrote to you when you’d sent me the prompt that I was going to take a while to get round to writing it as I was in the middle of The Admirer at the time. I am so, so sorry it took this long. Literally, years. I can only hope I did your prompt justice! Thank you for sending it in the first place and for entrusting me with such a sweet bit of parent!lock fluff!

Virtue ( also on FF.net and AO3 )As it stood, if a case presented itself as less than a seven, there was no needfor Sherlock to leave 221B Baker Street. This (self-created) rule had remainedunchanged for a very long time, surviving past his false suicide, past thewedding of his best friend to Mary Morstan, and even after his own wedding toMolly Hooper.

When his daughter, Stella Holmes, was born, it remained the same. Only if acase was urgent or mysterious enough did it warrant the detective to leave hisflat, or in some instances, London. This was not to say that Sherlock Holmesdid not worry about his baby daughter. However, he was—if he had believed in agod other than himself—blessed with the good fortune of a brilliantly capableand resourceful wife, and the unusual fortune of the British Secret Service foran older brother. It was a case that had taken him to the South of Devon which removed whateverblessing Sherlock knew he had and replaced it with paranoia - the paranoia thatif he were to be separate from his daughter, even for one moment, anythingcould happen and if it did, he would never forgive himself. When Sherlock sawthe distraught face of the innkeeper, whose lost teenage son had beenSherlock’s mystery to solve, have to identify the grotesquely bloated corpse ofhis drowned son, the detective was never the same again. “Sherlock, there’s no such thing as an in-house case,” Molly said oneevening. “You just happen to be genius enough to solve most of them withouthaving to step foot out of the door. But not all the cases are like that. You cannotsave lives cooping yourself up in Baker Street forever.”“I won’t leave for anything less than a ten. And frankly, there just aren’t anytens anymore,” he replied stubbornly, whilst his four-year old daughter sleptsoundly against his chest.“Oh, Sherlock,” Molly said with a sigh as she sank next to him on the sofa andleaned against his arm. He turned to kiss Molly on her temple and leaned his head against hers.Sherlock knew it was selfish - to put aside the saving of other lives in orderto preserve one. It seemed terribly extreme, but such was the love he had forhis daughter, for this small unit of a family that he and Molly had built. “I just can’t bear the thought of—”“Sherlock, what happened in Devon didn’t happen to you,” reminded Mollyfirmly. “But what if it does?” he asked, turning to look at his wife with unusuallyanxious eyes. “You can be above this, Sherlock,” said Molly placing a gentle hand onher husband’s face, “The man I love, the detective I know would not let hisfears hold him back from doing good.”“Maybe I’m not that man anymore…” he murmured, staring down wistfully at hissleeping daughter’s face. “It’s who you are, Sherlock,” whispered Molly assuredly, “It’s just beingoverwhelmed at the moment.”“Perhaps,” he said quietly. Their days continued to consist of Sherlock not wanting to be away from hisdaughter, ignoring cases on his phone and only taking the ones from clients whowere willing come to Baker Street. Molly resigned herself to letting time bethe one to gradually allay her husband’s fears. It seemed nothing she said ordid could reassure him that life had to go on. It was another warm evening and after dinner, Molly had gone to take a showerwhilst Sherlock went to sit at his desk with Stella on his lap. He brieflyscanned through the day’s news with Stella following the movement of his cursoron the screen. His daughter, the bright spark that she was, was a keen observerof her own surroundings. Sherlock and Molly always made it a point to occupyher with a diversity of education and knowledge - from the symbols in aperiodic table to the varying viscosities of honey. As Sherlock scrolled through various news articles and as his inbox constantlychimed with new case requests, Stella sat quietly with her eyes wide open,waiting to see what her father was possibly about to teach her. However, when aphoto of a crying child appeared on his screen, it was Stella who spoke first. “Daddy,” she said, pointing to the laptop. “What happened?”“Let’s see, shall we?” said Sherlock, scrolling to find its caption.A five-year old girl was left stranded on a busy intersection after a groupof masked assailants allegedly snatched her father away right in front of her.Police investigations are under way. “Oh.”“What Daddy, what?” asked the wide-eyed toddler. Sherlock swallowed hard and realised he had been presented with a dilemma. Forthe past weeks, all he could see in his mind was the traumatised face of amourning father. Now, he was faced with the distressed, crying face of adaughter who had lost her father. What was more, it seemed to be affecting hisown daughter as well. “She’s crying, Daddy,” said Stella softly, pointing a chubby finger at thephotograph. “Why? What happened?”“She��” he could not believe it but he was choking on his words, “She can’t findher daddy, Stella.”To his surprise and utter heartbreak, a large tear rolled down the soft, rosycheek of his four-year old. He heard the soft but sharp inhale of a first soband felt the slightest tremble in her chest. “Oh no,” whispered Stella, “Where is her daddy? Where did he go?”“We don’t know, darling,” he whispered back, “Some bad people took him.”“You must find him, Daddy,” said Stella, turning to stare at her father withglistening eyes, “Because she will cry. And I will cry.”Stella did not realise that her words also made her father want to cry - and henever cried. She continued staring at the photograph, not being able toread the lengthy article or its wordy headline. To his amazement, however, shepointed at a word on the screen and began to spell it out.“F-A-T-H-E-R,” she began. “Father.”“Yes, well done, Stella,” said Sherlock, kissing the top of her head. “Daddy is my father,” she said, leaning into his chest. “I most certainly am,” he answered, smiling. “But who took her father?” asked Stella, staring back up at Sherlock. “Nobody knows, Stella.”“Maybe you know, Daddy,” said the little girl.“Hmm?” Sherlock raised a puzzled eyebrow. “Mummy says you’re clever, you know where to find things,” Stella remarked,smiling proudly at Sherlock, “You find it first because you’re the fastest.”A small laugh escaped the detective as he wrapped his arms tightly around hisprecious daughter and kissed the side of her face. Her words struck him likelittle ice-picks to an armour of ice that had surrounded his ribcage. Slowly,the face of the crying girl in the news began to take over that of the mourningfather’s. What was more, Sherlock had begun to imagine if the crying girl hadbeen his own, and the pain from that was the final strike to the ice thatfortified his heart. “Should I go find him then?” he asked his daughter softly. At his words, Stella turned excitedly to him, beaming with a smile that meltedhis heart. “Yes! You will find him, and she won’t cry anymore,” Stella exclaimed happily. “All right, but Daddy will have to be away for a while,” he said, brushing awayher wispy fringe from her eyes, “Is that okay?”“It’s okay, Daddy,” said Stella, settling against his chest again, “If I missyou, I will use Mummy’s phone.”Just then, Mummy herself appeared as Molly, freshly showered, stepped into theliving room, smiling at the sight of her daughter sitting cosily in herhusband’s lap. “You seem excited, Stella,” she said, beckoning for Stella to come to her.Molly knelt down by the sofa as their daughter leapt off her father’s lap torun into her arms. “Daddy has to go out, Mummy,” Stella exclaimed excitedly.“Oh? He does?” said Molly, looking up at Sherlock and raising a curiouseyebrow. “Yes, to help the crying girl.”“What crying girl?” asked Molly, picking her little girl up so they could siton the sofa together. The detective got up from his desk and took his laptop with him, joining motherand daughter on the sofa. “Her father was snatched off the streets when he was out with her just thisafternoon. She saw the assailants and the vehicle they’d driven him off in. Whydid they just leave her like that? And all of this happened in such a busy partof Manchester too. Curious, isn’t it?” he said, reaching for his phone as hebegan texting the extension of his homeless network located where the crime hadtaken place. Molly smiled as she saw the life come back into Sherlock’s eyes. Those anxiouseyes that had been filled with nothing but paranoia were no longer there andinstead, were alight with the gleam of newfound mission. This was who hewas, and he had finally returned. Things moved swiftly into gear as Sherlock launched himself into solving themystery of the kidnapped father. He had phoned DI Lestrade to get him onboardwith all the current investigations happening. Before dawn, Sherlock wasalready out of the flat and on a train to Manchester. Molly, together withStella, had waved proudly at Sherlock as he set off to save lives - that of themissing father and his crying daughter. With Sherlock onboard, the cases never took more than a week to be solved. Inthe case of the kidnapped father, he had taken only three days, leading thepolice first to the brawn that had executed the crime and finally to the brainsthat had had the motive for kidnapping the innocent man. The case had made the newsof course, and while Sherlock had been busy and unable to call home, his homehad been following the case as closely as they could. Molly and Stella wereglued to the laptop or the television, seeing if any progress had been made.When the breaking news arrived that Sherlock had cracked the case, mother anddaughter squealed with delight and waltzed around their Baker Street livingroom in celebration.“Can Daddy come home now?” asked Stella, as she lay on the carpeted floor withher mother, exhausted from their victory dance. “Yes, darling. He’ll be home soon,” Molly replied, staring up at their ceiling.“Can we phone him, Mummy?” asked Stella, getting up from the floor. “What a good idea, love,” said Molly, getting up as well. “Let’s go get Mummy’sphone.”It was almost midnight and after a round of press conferences at the policestation in Manchester, Sherlock was being driven back to London as a thank-youfrom DI Lestrade. He took a moment to relish the calm after the whirlwind ofevents that had taken place. Shutting his eyes, he leaned his head back againstthe leather seat, only to be startled by the sound of his phone ringing. It wasa ringtone that signified a call he was more than happy to receive. “Hello?” said Sherlock, unable to resist a smile. “Hey,” came Molly’s voice. “You okay?”“Yes. Just glad to be on the way home,” he answered, “And you?”“We just did a victory dance for you,” said Molly with a chuckle.“Did you?” said Sherlock, amused. “We’ll do it again for you when you get back.”“Please do. I’d love to see it,” he remarked with a warm laugh.“Someone’s desperate to hear your voice though.”“The desperation is mutual.”“All right, hold on.”Sherlock waited patiently as he heard the muffled sounds of Molly passing hermobile phone to his daughter’s tiny hands. There were more strange sounds whichSherlock deduced was Molly trying to put the phone on speaker mode. Eventually,they were connected and the voice he had been waiting for came through. “Daddy!”“Stella, hello darling,” he exclaimed, overjoyed at hearing her sweet voice. “I saw you on the telly!”“I was on the telly, yes,” replied Sherlock with a laugh, “Did you alsosee the girl and her father?”“Yes! She stopped crying and I am so happy now, Daddy,” Stella exclaimedjoyfully. “It makes me happy that you’re happy, Stella,” said Sherlock. “Are you coming home now?” asked the little girl.“Yes, I am in a car, coming home as quickly as I can to see you and Mummy.”“Okay good because I miss you,” said Stella. “I’ve missed you too,” Sherlock replied.“Daddy?” “Yes, Stella?”“You’re so good,” said Stella earnestly. “What do you mean, darling?” asked Sherlock with a laugh. “People stop crying ‘cause of you, Daddy,” his daughter explained, “So you are good.”Again, words caught in his throat and he found himself having to blink tearsaway. Molly must have sensed this over the phone and quickly cut in so hissilence would not worry their daughter. “Stella, Daddy needs to take a nap in the car now,” said Molly, “When he comeshome he’ll talk to you again all right?”“Okay, Daddy, goodnight!” said the little girl, blowing a kiss at her fathereven though he could not see her. From the footsteps he could hear in the background, Stella had probablytrundled off back to her nursery. Molly turned the phone off speaker mode andbrought it to her ear. “Are you crying, Sherlock Holmes?” she asked, smiling. “I’ll leave you to your deductions…” he answered, clearing his throat. “She’s right though,” Molly continued. “Hmm?”“You’re good, Sherlock. You’re good at what you do and you’re a goodman for doing what you do.”The detective went silent again as Molly’s words resonated with that of hisdaughter’s. Perhaps it was time to believe in a god other than himselfbecause had he been in charge, he would have been given none of this.What had he done to deserve the love of Molly and the love their daughter? Itbaffled him constantly and especially so this night. “Are you short-circuiting?” asked Molly, grinning, “I can actually seeyour incredulous face, you know…”“Well, I can’t wait to see yours,” said Sherlock softly.  “What, myincredulous face?”“Just your face,” he said, smiling, “It is rather beautiful.”“Are you flirting now, Sherlock Holmes?” Molly said with a laugh, “Careful. Atthe rate you’re going, we just might end up with another baby.”Sherlock chuckled softly at her words and sank into his seat, so much morerelaxed now that he had gotten in touch with the only ones that mattered tohim. “Well, we make good babies, don’t we?” said Sherlock, smiling to himself as hestared out of the car window. “That’s because you’re a good man.”“And that’s because you made me one.”“It’s who you are, Sherlock,” Molly remarked gently. “And I love you for that.”Her words made him shake his head in disbelief again. He would never not short-circuitwhen she said things like that. “Molly.”“Yes, Sherlock?”“I’m going to make a deduction.”“Yes?”Sherlock paused, biting down a grin that threatened to spread across his face.“At the rate you’re going,” Sherlock remarked, amused, “We’re most certainlygoing to have another baby.”

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Avoiding Zombie Land in Marriage

I haven’t given much thought to the topic of swinging lately, as in non-monogamous sex experienced within a married couple. We all hear the occasional joke about swingers, or say something in jest such as, “Oh, we didn’t know you guys were into swinging!” Honestly when I hear the word, the first thing I think of is a kiddie playground, hence my surprise upon receiving an invitation to join a swingers club via my Meetup membership!

Perhaps you have heard of the internet networking site, Meetup. As you might imagine, like other cities the greater New York area has a fairly large number of participants looking to find like-minded individuals to share common interests. I first encountered Meetup.com upon moving to the suburbs from NYC with a new baby. I was looking to meet new moms so I got onto the mailing list for new parenting meetup groups. I initially joined two mommy groups, but now I ignore or delete most of the announcements. Luckily the title of the newest group caught my eye as I skimmed through my e-mails, finally giving me the full entertainment value that a Meetup account could possibly provide! Lo and behold, there in my inbox was a suggestion that I join “A New Meetup Group That Matches Your Interests,” Married but not Dead. I giggled. As I read the group description, the giggling quickly accelerated into full-on laughter: “This group is for married men and women, 40 yrs and over who find themselves wanting to escape the married world for awhile and get out and have fun and socialize with people other than your husband or wife. We will have happy hours, dinners, and possibly weekend getaways. This is not geared for couples but as individuals. A photo is required, no exceptions. I will try to have an even ratio of men to women. Everyone will be screened to make sure you can be discreet and honest about who you are and why you joined. Your input is greatly appreciated. Ideas on meetup spots and times are certainly welcomed!” Holy Cannoli, I certainly did not think that my stay-at-home mother Meetup profile would qualify me as a candidate for Married but not Dead, but then I guess the show Desperate Housewives had to be inspired by some real life women, right? My only complaint about receiving this invitation is that I am actually not yet 40. I know, I know… in your late thirties people tend to round up, but I’d still like to hang onto a little bit of youthful freshness and innocence! Weekend getaways? Screening for discretion? All I can say is WOW!

Some people do speak of marriage as a sort of death, and I suppose it is, in a way. In order to get married we must die to our single selves. We cannot, or at the very least we are not supposed to hook up with co-workers, cruise bars for sex on weekends or chat up the dentist. I did have a friend once who wanted to ask her dentist out on a date. If she ever gets married, that opportunity is forever lost! We mourn the death of our single selves at bachelor and bachelorette parties. Personally, I think the guys get the better deal in that department since most women are simply too uncomfortable with the idea of male strippers, and female strippers are quite frankly much hotter than the guys.

A bit of superficial research on the topic of swinging turns up this amusing commentary from Wikipedia, “Swinging has been called wife swapping in the past, but this term has been criticized as androcentric and inaccurately describing the full range of sexual activities in which swingers may take part.” Apparently swinging has a formally documented history dating back to the 16th century, and certainly just as solid a history dating back to the inception of marriage… it just wasn’t that easy to transmit and preserve documents pre-Renaissance! Of course the ancient Romans had their share of fun orgies. What must it have been like to be a wealthy Roman? Maybe these new Meetup participants are looking to find out! If you are finding humor in this as I have been, do read the Wikipedia write-up on swinging. It is impressively comprehensive. I haven’t been called a prude in quite a few years, but some of the swingers lingo was quite alien to me until today. Cuckolding is a familiar term, but I had never heard of “soft swap,” “dogging,” or “hot wife.” Is it girlish of me to find these terms hilarious?

It would appear that most swingers clubs try to keep their groups private. At the top of the aforementioned group’s page is a line reading, “sssshhhhhhhh!” Isn’t it ironic that these groups are private when some of our most public figures are raging philanderers? My grandmother always said, “If you can’t say something nice about someone, don’t say anything at all,” so I won’t name names but a whole bunch of politicians, actors, preachers and athletes actively “swing” as a hobby. Anyone who has turned on the television or skimmed a single news publication in the past month might have learned something about a certain champion golfer! Why should everyone else have to keep this hobby private? I have always loved the truth of this scripture from the Christian Bible, “For nothing is hidden that will not become evident, nor anything secret that will not be known and come to light” (Luke 8:17). I wonder if Bernie Madoff ever read that one? Surely there’s a Torah equivalent. Irrespective of our religion, we give credence to our ability to hide prohibited behaviors somehow knowing all the while these acts will eventually be uncovered. Perhaps that is part of the appeal! It must feel good to get caught in the act and then receive forgiveness. Is swinging just another stab at finding unconditional love under the banner of sex?

In her book, Grant Me a Higher Love, Cindi Sansone-Braff delves into the depths of conditional versus unconditional love in romantic relationships. She also analyzes many marriage and relationship traps that we all fall into; one of my favorites is what she calls the Everybody Loves Raymond marriage, wherein the partners relate to one another as Raymond and Debra Barone. I can think of many marriages I have witnessed that seem to follow that pattern. Repetitive domestic routines can quickly lead to the doldrums, and when you throw in the challenge of children–well, you know the rest of the story. Grant Me a Higher Love is an excellent relationship resource, but it certainly doesn’t recommend swinging. I am not standing in judgment of swingers. If it was socially and culturally acceptable, I cannot say with certainty that I wouldn’t do it myself. Being human makes it difficult to claim anything with certainty.

Do we really need swinging to stay alive in a marriage? Are we doomed to live as zombies if we follow the traditional pattern? I don’t believe so. I believe that through delving into the best parts of ourselves and reaching the capacity to love ourselves and our partners unconditionally, we truly can be Married but not Dead, in the confines of our original vows. It is not the easiest path. It is not like following a cake recipe–but it is less complicated than a highly intricate web of extra-marital sex, be it consensual or not (i.e. cheating versus swinging!)

To close, I’ll leave you with two funny “meetup topics” used as criteria for group participant selection: “Hip Parents,” and “Discreet Friendship.” I would love to be considered hip and when I really try, discretion is within my power but…I ain’t no married zombie!

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