#ignore Monty he’s just throwing a tantrum

[shiningstarr15]

Vanweek Day 6- Spare/Everyone Lives

What? It said spare, how was I supposed to know which definition of it it meant 😅😂

In fairness, this definitely was me being a smartass, and not at all my autistic ass misunderstanding the prompt lolol 💀

But to be fair, this also fits the everyone lives AU bc look whose there, ITS GLAM BONNIE!

Now, I can’t exactly tell you what is all happening here. Why is Bonnie hugging them both? If only one could’ve made the spare 😅 maybe they both did? And why is Freddy just casually being a derp himbo in the back? Technically, it’s to say it’s the 3 star fam, BUT in terms of the pic itself.. hm. What would it be called? 3 star fam + Bonnie? Fronnie and their two kids? Bonnie approves of Freddy’s makeshift family? Or maybe Freddy’s just happy to be there lol. You can decide, art is subjective after all 💜

@vanweek2024

Also hehe bonus sketch under the cut bc yes.. they are all there, or at least most 😃

Dumbass gator, you broke the bowling ball..

Of course I don’t think Monty decommissioned Bonnie maingame , what makes you say that ehehe 😅

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

Fit for a King - WIP - "Let me patch you up"

Fit for a King - Masterlist

König and FMC just came back from a mission that went well, but FMC got hurt as they were trying to help one of the other operators. (random chapter in the König x FMC fanfiction, not chronological)

CW: bullet wound, some medical stuff, NSFW, explicit scenes 18+, slight tension & angst

a/n: I just keep writing, we'll see what will come out of it (this got way more angsty than I anticipated it to be)

(NSFW - explicit sex scenes - later in the chapter)

Medic ward:

"Are you sure, you're okay?" I can hear the worry in his voice, even if he seems to try and hold back. "Yes, I already said it thrice. ‘T’is but a scratch." I smile up at him hesitatingly, ignoring the pulsating pain in my thigh. The Monty Python quote is lost on him anyways. His brows are furrowed as he's looking down at me. He doesn't believe me. I sigh when he suddenly whips his head to the side.

"Doktor*, can I patch her up?" Before I can protest, Doc already put the first aid case in his hand. "Knock yourself out, as long as you do it somewhere else, Colonel." He looks at him like a father who has a child with bad temper tantrums on his hands, but König – as always – is oblivious to that. "Thanks, Herr Doktor*.", he says with a pep in his tone. Then he picks me up and carries me out the medic ward. "König, I can walk. The others are gonna see…", I protest, weakly, but I do protest. "Shut it, Mauserl**.", he throws back at me, clipped. "You should have never been there." I sulk a bit, but I know he’s right. "Should have, would have. How do you say? Hätte hätte Fahrradkette***?", I say between clenched teeth. My wound is still seeping blood into the fabric of my pants and now on König's shirt.

He carries me with ease in just one hand, with the other still holding the case. His long legs make huge strides down the hall, heading to the dorms, but as we pass my room, I get that he’s carrying me to his. “König…” He doesn’t look at me, just shakes his head. “Don’t.” I know him well enough already, that I can sense the distress emanating off him. Making it hard for him to say what he’s really feeling. He opens up the door to his room. I mean, it’s smart, we’ll be alone here, but it might also raise suspicions if the team gets wind of it. He sets me down on his bed and turns on the bedside lamp. “Hold still.”, he says and gets all the stuff out to dress my wound. Before I even see what he’s doing, he’s already cut my pants off. “What are you doing?!”, I scream at him. “That’s how you do this. Stop fretting.” His Austrian accent is as strong as ever. I don’t listen to what he’s saying, everything being too much. “You didn’t need to cut it off, we could’ve just-“ I move again, I can’t even sit-

“STAY STILL.”, he shouts and his hands grip me, gripping my waist, almost reaching around, as he pushes me down on the bed. I still because he never – NEVER – shouted at me like that before. My mouth stands open, I look up at him. He sighs, deep and desperate, and I hear his voice wavering as he puts his forehead against mine and says: “Please… just let me patch you up.” I feel his hood falling against my face and his warm and comforting smell cuts through the stench of blood and sweat. “Okay”, I breathe. His hand caresses over my cheek as he nods. “Gut****” He sits back on his knees and the room is immersed in silence.

He takes the disinfectant and cleans the area around the wound of the graze shot. The small noises and our intermingled breaths are all I hear. I feel his hands on my naked legs and the pulse in my wound quickens. “It didn’t stop bleeding.”, I whisper as I don’t want to disturb the quiet we’ve sunk into. “Hmm.”, is all he says before he presses a bandage against it. The bloods seeps through again and stains his fingers even more. “I’m gonna have to give you stitches, Liebes*****.”, he murmurs. I nod and he gets the needle and thread ready. “You have to stay still, okay?”, he orders me. “Hold onto me.” I grab his arm, the one not stitching me up, and as the needle sinks into my skin, I gasp dragging my nails into his muscles. “Yes, you’re doing so well for me.”, he whispers as he caresses my other thigh, preparing for the next stitch. I press my lips together, not to make any sounds. When he’s done, he puts a bandage over it to secure the stitched-up wound.

König sighs like there’s a huge weight falling off him and he meets my eyes again. The raw emotions in them scare me a bit. “Are you okay?”, I ask him as I put my hand on his cheek. He doesn’t answer my question but pulls me to the edge of the bed. “I need to be inside you. Please.” His hands trail up my inner thigh until he reaches my panties. The surprise hits me as he leans forward, his hood brushes over my skin and then I feel his lips on my neck. Soft kisses trail up to my ear and need settles in, low in my belly. “I need to feel you.”, he whispers, his hot breath skitting over the wet patches of his open-mouthed kisses, as he carefully pulls down my undies. He holds me close to him which gives me the opportunity to undo his belt. He nibbles at my neck and sucks on the sensitive spot, right below my ear, as I take out his dick and position him at my wetness. He doesn’t hesitate one bit, pushing into me slowly. A soft moan falls from my lips as I stretch around him. “Fuck.”, he mutters, burying himself in me. He’s still holding me close, not moving at all for a few seconds. I grip his sides, letting my nails sink into his back, as I adjust to his size and wonder if I’ll ever get used to it.

All the other times it had been fast. Passionate. Entangled limbs and hard thrusts until my legs gave out and I couldn’t move anymore. The other kind of human battering ram, if you catch my drift, because König fucks just like he fights. Putting the ‘insertion’ and the ‘specialist’ into ‘insertion specialist’. I was used to him jerking me on his cock how he liked it and me just taking it like a good girl, that I was completely… at a loss for words. Seeing him kneel before me, buried deep inside me, fucking me with lazy, languid strokes, while his hands are caressing my back, stroking over my sides softly. This is different. Slow, tender. Almost lovingly.

“You feel so good.”, he tells me. “But…” I halt. “But what?” – “I want to kiss you.”, he whispers. Okay, so this is definitely different from all the hasty stolen moments we had together so far. Even when he ate me out, he didn’t remove his cover, so I actually never saw his face before, except for his eyes. “We can do that.” I swallow down my nerves. “Should I lift your… mask?”, I ask him. He nods and my shaky hands reach for the hem of the hood, slowly pulling up, stopping right over his mouth. I look down, seeing the curve of his lips beneath the fabric as he leans forward. My hand cups his right cheek and I feel his stubble against my fingertips when he kisses me for the first time. His lips press against mine. Soft, so soft, in contrast to his big burly figure. He breaks away for just a moment, his eyes searching mine. König sees something in them that seems to satisfy him and he leans down again. I answer his kiss as a moan slips over my lips, giving him the chance to deepen it.

When his tongue moves against mine, he starts to push into me again. Tingles erupt all over my body and even if it’s not hard and fast like I’d normally prefer, the way he’s holding me, kissing me, fucking me is building up my arousal with every languid roll of his hips. I don’t think I had somebody ever do me like this before and I feel a pang of… some kind of emotion in my chest that I’d rather not dwell on right now. I push it away and concentrate on König again.

I want to feel him close, closer, my other hand, currently not on his face, is trailing up his back, feeling his warm body beneath my fingertips. He pulls me flush against him, picking up a little bit in tempo. Our movements are getting needier and I grind against him, not breaking the kiss, so he swallows up all my sounds and sighs. “Please, Liebes*****.”, he whispers against my lips. “Come for me.” His fingers trail down, finding my clit, stroking at the same pace, repeating his plea. The flood of arousal washes over me as he fills me up again and I can’t hold back the soft scream that escapes me as I come around his dick. I feel him tremble beneath me, coming inside me as the waves of my orgasm subside. All I hear are our intertwined heavy breaths as I still try to grasp what just really happened.

König pulls back, kissing me one more time, then the hood falls back down again. He puts his dick away and buckles his belt before he raises his hand one more time. His thumbs caresses over my cheek, I can feel his fingers on the side of my face. “For a second today, I was afraid that I lost you.” His voice is a whisper, almost soundless. His words hit me, like a punch to the stomach, I didn’t expect him to say anything about it, to feel this way. Before I can answer, he gets up and for the first time I register that he is still fully clothed, stains of blood all over his shirt, mine and the enemies. His tattooed forearms and hands are bloody. We didn’t even wash off the remnants of the fight before we fucked. The tender moments form a stark contrast against the blood and violence. The 6’10’’ killing machine standing in front of me whose hands can rip enemies apart, but I only know the pleasure they give me, how they caress me, how they patched me up today,

“Where are you going?”, I ask him as I look up at him. He looks down on the floor and I can see him shutting down a bit. “I just wanna get some workout done.”, he says finally. “You can stay here, get some rest.” With long strides he’s at the door. “I’m gonna be back… soon. Okay, Mauserl**?” I nod as light from the hallway streams into the room, then the door closes, he’s gone and I’m alone in his bed. I lie down, ignoring the wet sensation between my legs of our combined fluids. I grab the covers and pull them over me. The soft light still illuminates the room and I bask in König’s smell, the blanket and the warm glow giving me the comfort that the man himself couldn’t right now.

Translations: *Herr Doktor: 'Mister doctor', polite salutation for a doctor in german **Mauserl: more austrian version of small mouse ***Hätte hätte, Fahrradkette: a silly german way to say 'what happened, happened, can't do nothing about it now' ****gut: 'good' *****Liebes: 'my love'

[basilbots]

Sooo how we feeling about the latest canon stuff?

Bleh I already made a post about it but basically I cheer when Ruin, Eclipse, and Sun are onscreen and latch onto that characterization and mostly ignore everything else. There's Some interesting stuff with Moon between all the ooc-ness (Yes I do think it would be interesting to explore New Moon's feelings knowing Monty and potentially the rest of his family had plans to replace him while already spiraling from grief. I still don't think he would be so casual about killing Earth or throw a tantrum over not getting to kill BM himself while ignoring that he just wanted to bring Solar back though.) I'm still a lil interested in seeing how Sun reacts but mostly I just want to get to the bits with Ruin/Dark Sun, Sun and Dazzle, Solar actually getting back, everything aside from this Moon is a problem stuff.

[fastcrthanfast]

Dante really wished he wasn’t the oldest or that Elise would help him at least but no, she was worse than the younger ones. He pulled in front of Caspian’s and Nina’s school and watched as they both ran to the car. The usual ‘shotgun’ race but he raised an eyebrow as Caspian climbed in the seat. Nina grumbled but got into the back. They were both aware Dante didn’t do tantrums and a race is a race. Caspian wasn’t as fast as Nina so he looked happy to be in the front with Dante but Dante noticed the bruise on his brother’s cheek. He leaned down to get a better look but Caspian pushed him away.

“What are you doing, weirdo?”

“What’s that?” Dante pressed on the bruise and watched Caspian flinch. Looked like someone punched him and Dante pushed down the anger at the thought.

“Nothin’”

“Nothin’, huh? Nina who punched Caspian?”

“Oh, it was this kid named Mark at recess!”

“Nina, shut up!”

“No, you! You just let him punch you!”

“Nina!”

“Alright, alright. Both of you shut up.” Dante sighed, “Cas, did you tell the teacher?”

“No. I’m not a snitch.”

“Okay, no, this is not a snitch situation. Why did he punch you?”

“Because he doesn’t like me. He’s always picking on me. I ignore him though.”

“Caspian, what the fuck, man?”

“He doesn’t stand up for himself.” Nina shook her head as if she was any better. She was the one always pushed over.

“It’s whatever.” Caspian put on his seatbelt and looked out the window.

“I’m telling Dad.”

“What? No! Please, please, don’t tell him. They’ll all make such a big deal about it and he’ll make even more fun of me.”

“Who?”

“Mark! He picks on me because he thinks I’m spoiled and a brat.”

“Well….” Dante stopped himself, “Cas, you can’t just take it. Punch him back at least.”

“Then I’ll get in trouble.”

“Bro, not with Dad.” Dante started the car and drove towards the Pit Stop. It’s where he dropped off the kids after he picked them up from school. “Listen, you can’t just keep getting beaten up because somebody decided they don’t like you. Not everyone is gonna like you and that’s fine but that’s their problem, not yours.”

“Well, he did say he wanted to meet me in the park on Saturday so we can settle this. I think he just wants to beat me up in front of his friends.” It killed Dante that Caspian was so nonchalant about it. At his age, Dante would have beaten this kid’s ass and moved on. Dante stopped the car in front of the restaurant and Caspian put his hand on his forearm before they got out, “Don’t tell dad, D. I don’t want him to worry.”

Dante sighed, fuck, he hated being the oldest. “Fine but you’re meeting this kid on Saturday and I’m going with you and you’re gonna kick his ass.”

“I don’t know, he’s like 200 pounds.” Nina laughed in the background. She always knew everything, almost like she could read minds, but she never said anything.

“Damn, of course he is. Then I’ll kick his ass. I’m not above throwing hands with an 11 year old.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“Yeah, just don’t tell Dad.”

They got out of the car and into the restaurant where Mama was pulling the kids into their arms. They’d been in Italy for a month and were happy to see their babies. Dante rolled his eyes but he’d already gotten hugged for 15 minutes and kissed repeatedly.

“What’s with the shiner?” Dante turned to his dad who was sitting at the bar.

“He ran into a door full-force. His teacher asked if she should write it up but I said no. It’s just typical Caspian!” Dante grinned but his dad looked at his for a moment before nodding. Shit, he didn’t believe him.

“Caspian, come ‘ere.” Caspian managed to pull himself out of Fran’s arms and run over. Monty smiled at him and ruffled his hair. “What happened to your face?”

“I ran into a door. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I didn’t even notice I had a bruise until the day was over.” Caspian didn’t miss a beat. They hadn’t even rehearsed. Dante wanted to high five him but like, that would give him away.

“Okay. Want a snack?”

“I will feed them, thank you.” Fran approached them and patted Caspian’s head. “Running into a door, how unfortunate. He deserves ice cream.”

The kids both cheered before running after their mama into the kitchen. Monty turned on Dante, “If you’re gonna lie to me and have him lie to me too, I hope you’re gonna handle this.”

“Dude, why are you like this?” Monty glared and Dante sighed, “Don’t worry about it. I got it.”

“You better.” Dante rolled his eyes and Monty smacked the back of his head, “Now go eat some ice cream.”

“They didn’t make me any. I’m not a baby.” Dante tried not sounding bitter. Fran came through the door and handed him a bowl of ice cream.

“Hmm, you are my biggest baby.” Dante laughed and Fran pulled him into a hug. 

Saturday came and Dante picked Caspian up from Lizzie’s with the excuse that he was taking him to the track with him. He technically was after he beat a kid’s ass. Should he even be considering this? Probably not but then again, he wasn’t going to let Capian get his ass beat every day.

“I don’t know about this.” Caspian said as they got out of the car.

“If you don’t stand up for yourself, everyone will run you over.” Dante said firmly. His dad should be handling this but he wouldn’t betray Caspian’s trust in him.

They walked together to the ‘meeting’ spot and Dante recognized this place as the meeting spot he had with his friends. They’d played a lot of games here. They waited a while before the kid showed up with a little group of his friends. Good, Dante was about to wreck this kid.

“Did Caspian have to bring his big brother to help him? Aw.”

“Shut up, Mark.” Caspian’s voice was shaking but Dante put a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s your problem, you little shit?” Dante asked

“Your brother is a spoiled brat and someone has to teach him a lesson.” Mark seemed to be a little scared now that it was Dante he was speaking to.

“Sounds to me like the entitled little shit here is you. You’re the one putting your hands on my brother. Must be real easy when you have so much back up. I think you’re just a little bitch and you’re jealous that Caspian doesn’t need an entourage to be liked. You bully your friends too?”

The little group looked uncomfortable now and the kid was turning red. A-ha, he figured it out. Dante never had a problem making friends and sure they beat the hell out of each other every now and then but it was all good fun and they were closer than they’d ever be to anyone else. Dante and Ben fought a lot more than the others did but that was because they were both fiery.

“He’s creepy.” Mark said after a moment. “He talks to himself.”

Dante looked down at Caspian who looked down at the ground. He knew his brother was struggling with his powers. They weren’t as clear cut as the rest of them. It already made Cas feel left out and he wasn’t about to let this little shit make him feel bad. He crossed the space and the kid tried to back up but Dante grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close.

“Listen to me you little shit and you better pay better attention than you do at school because I'm only gonna say this once. If you ever put your hands on my brother again, I will find you and I will make sure you don’t have hands anymore.” He took the stupid hat off the kid’s head and showed him as he melted it in front of his face. “He may be too nice to put you in your place but I am not nice. I am your worst fucking nightmare and you can tell your parents or your teachers or whoever the fuck else you want to but trust me, that not even Mickey fucking Mouse will be able to stop me when I decide to come for you. You better spread the word that Dante McQueen is one scary motherfucker and he will be the one to come for you and everyone else who so much as looks at Caspian or Nina the wrong way. Do you understand me?”

“Y-Yeah, I got it okay damn!” Dante dropped the kid on his ass and threw what was left of his hat at him.

“Good. Now get out of my face.” He rolled his eyes as the kid scrambled off the ground and went running along with his friends. He’d probably get in trouble for that but he didn’t care and he doubted his dad would either. It wasn’t exactly a secret that he was a troublemaker with a famous dad and a lawyer mom.

“You good?” He looked at Caspian who was crying silent tears. It kinda, not it absolutely did, broke his heart. He loved his little brother so much and he would not let anyone fuck with him when he was already going through a tough time.

Caspian nodded but only helped more tears spill out of his eyes. Dante sighed and picked him up to hug him. Caspian clung to him and that was all the thanks he wanted from him. Caspian was not a small kid but Dante was tall enough now that he could pick up the kid and carry him back to the car easily.

“I just feel so dumb.” Caspian finally spoke as Dante put him down on the hood. He hopped up on the car next to him. Dad would kill them for sitting on the Hornet like this but it was heart-to-heart time and he was sure Doc wouldn’t mind.

“Why? Because some dumbass kid said so.”

“I’m not like you. I can’t just be confident and cool. It’s so easy for you.”

“Uh, yeah, now. It was not easy at first. I was pretty shy when I was little and kinda scared of a lot of things. Elise was always confident and loud. Or obnoxious whichever way you wanna look at it.”

“She still is.” Caspian laughed a little.

“I always felt like I could never be like her or like Dad. He’s pretty cool too and it feels like he was always that way. I guess I just copied him.”

“Dad’s cool but you’re cooler. You have cool friends and you guys don’t care and everyone knows you. Those kids are never gonna even look at me.”

“Listen, we’re assholes is what we are.” Dante frowned. “We shouldn’t be so troublesome but we get out of hand and we’re stupid except Josh, he’s smart, but he’s outnumbered. You’ll find your own friends to be cool with, I promise. The truth is no one is really cool or whatever. We’re all different and we only feel cool with the friends we have.”

Caspian stayed quiet for a minute before looking up at Dante, “But you’re my friend, right?”

“Of course, bud, I’m your best friend.” Dante didn’t miss a beat. Is this what wholesome was? It was nice. “And you’re mine. We’re built-in friends because we’re brothers. So if you think I’m cool, then you’re cool too.”

“Yeah?” Caspian’s eyes lit up as he looked up at Dante. This was the big brother moment he thought he’d have some day.

“Yeah, man! Now, let’s go to the track and I’ll let you drive in the car with me at top speed as long as you don’t tell your mom. Mama Lizzie does not like it.” Dante winked at him. “And then ice cream?”

“Yeah! You’re the best big brother ever!”

For once, Dante actually felt like he was.

[fuckyouclarke]

One thing I've noticed about the og!100 members of spacekru (and is one of the many flaws of the show) is that they all have outgrown Clack. Between Murphy, Raven, Bellamy and Monty (though some more than others bc shitty writing) they have learned to forgive and grow and work together. They apologize and actually change their bad behavior (Bell+Murph) they actively try to find ways in which to keep peace or problem solve without violence (Raven+Monty) all things C can't seem to do without 1/3

2/3 either victimizing herself "making the hard decisions *cry* *cry*", making backhanded apologies that's essentially "I'm sorry you were offended", or not apologizing at all then getting all pout-pout when people don't trust her. One of the main reasons why I don't like her is because she undynamic and unsympathetic for that same reason. She doesn't change so she doesn't grow so anything involving her is rinsed and repeated so she's boring to watch. And that's on the writers for not letting

3/? her be wrong. The characters hating her is ignored by many fans (foolishly) despite all the shit she put them through bc it all seems to work out in the end. The narrative doesn't hold her accountable so it makes C stans feel justified in saying that the ones affected by her actions are ungrateful. And calling her out is happening too late in the series so even though spacekru is right in their criticism of C the fans would rather double down on C than actually listen to the people who

4/4 have had to deal with the repercussions of her actions (torture, almost being killed, being manipulated, I would say dying in Monty's case since he sacrificed himself for C's betrayal). Everyone has surpassed her in emotional maturity and boy does it show. There is no sense of self reflection in C or accountability that spacekru has seen and suffered for and are better characters bc of it. At this point C seems like a plot device for shit to happen bc of her stupid actions.

I’m sorry it’s taken me a few days to reply, there’s a lot I want to say and now that it’s the weekend, I can sit down and take all parts of this message in!

See, this is one of the many reasons why I am, and always will be, Team!Spacekru. All 7 of them had grown and changed over those 6 years; they learned to rely on each other and became a family; those who used to be enemies became extremely close and forgave each other for past wrong-doings (Murphy/Bellamy, Murphy/Raven, Murphy/Monty, Bellamy/Echo, etc); they learned from those mistakes, grew from them, made apologies, became better people and got close. 

Clarke didn’t.

She was never a part of Spacekru, and was only w/ Madi for those 6 years, while her former “friends” that she knew for less then a year all got to know each other on a level that she never did.

So yeah, definitely they would no longer need her. Not anymore. She’s not their leader, she’s not even their friend anymore after what she did to them. They look to Bellamy as their leader; they have for those 6 years and still do. Clarke hasn’t made any fucking attempt to right any of her wrong doings, because she has believed herself to be in the right the entire time from the moment the Dropship landed on Earth in season 1 all the way up until the end of season 5. But even now, 3 episodes into season 6, she has yet to make any REAL apologies for any of her actions.

Even after Murphy literally spelled it out for her in 6x02 of all the ways she has hurt him!

Actually, people have been attempting to call Clarke out on her shit for seasons now - from Murphy to Bellamy to Octavia to Raven to Abby - and yet, Clarke NEVER listens, because she has this leader mindset that only HER opinions matter; nobody else’s feelings matter and what she’s doing is for the “greater good” and she “has no choice” (*cue pouty face*) Every single time a character has made any type of attempt to call her out in seasons 1-4 before the time jump, that’s exactly what she did. Fast-forward those 6 years (plus 125 years in Cryo), she’s attempting to make MURPHY - of all people - appear to be as bad of a person as she is, when Murphy worked his ass off for 4 straight seasons to get to where he’s at. He paid for his mistakes and he became a better person. Bellamy paid for his mistakes and became a better person - along w/ being a great leader and a great friend.

Clarke’s excuses are never-ending, and the more excuses she makes, the more her stans will jump all over Spacekru and make them out to be the bad guys...when we have LITERAL CANON EVIDENCE FROM THE SHOW that Clarke has been in the wrong - it was literally spelled out for us all throughout season 5, and now going into season 6. While yes, I definitely wish it was done sooner, because her stans are seriously out of control and I want to punch a brick wall the more I see them, it’s better late then never. But I for one don’t find her redeemable at all; I don’t trust her one bit, I hate her and I can never forgive her for any of the shit she pulled.

And I don’t think Spacekru should be forced to forgive her either; which is why I’m so glad that they’re not. Clarke can whine and complain and claim it’s “unfair” how she’s being treated, she can throw a tantrum and pout all she damn well pleases - it’s not going to fix anything! “Facing her demons” and actually owning up to her shit and making a REAL apology to the countless people she’s hurt is the only way that anything can even be remotely fixed!

Clarke’s last real apology was all the way back in episode 3x11 when she apologized to Jasper for Mount Weather and killing Maya - but even though she apologized, she added her usual “I had to save our people” at the end of it. Clarke has a LOT to learn when it comes to making apologies, because nobody will forgive her until she apologies for real and MEANS it.

She needs to take lessons from Murphy and Bellamy.

I did read somewhere a little while ago that w/ Jake Griffin reappearing in some shape or form this season, somebody came up w/ a theory that he will appear and he’ll be used to call his daughter out on what she’s done and show her how to make a real apology. I don’t remember exactly what the post said - I might have seen it on Reddit - but it was definitely an interesting theory. 

But then again, even if Clarke does pull her head out of her ass and get over herself, I still don’t find her redeemable. It just goes to show how little Clarke stans actually care about any of the other characters on the show and how they’ve been hurt; they’re feelings don’t matter to them. Clarke has gotten away w/ all of this for WAY too long and it’s time for her to face the consequences.

[otp-bumbleby]

People in the fndm are complaining that Yang is unlikeable and/or being a bitch??

SQUARE UP, MOTHERFUCKERS.

Yes, I'm mad. As usual there's a side of bumbleby logic in here

They continue to show they have no understanding of how PTSD affects a person (everyone was so mad at Blake in V4 acting like she hadn't just experienced something extremely traumatic!). They continue to show they have no idea about Yang's character and how she's developing. Yang is angry because she's tired of putting everyone and everything before her own wellbeing and never given the courtesy of the truth in return, and constantly being left by those she cares about.

They say "Ozpin is a victim and they're all overreacting. Yang is throwing temper tantrums. She only lost a limb whole Ozpin has suffered lifetimes of pain" or something similar

First of all? Fuck off. Ozpin suffering with a giant task upon his shoulders (which he chose to accept btw!!) for thousands of lifetimes or whatever DOESN'T DETRACT FROM THE FACT THAT YANG IS STILL SUFFERING FROM WHAT HAPPENED TO HER. One person's plight being 'you have to make humanity live in harmony blah blah otherwise the gods will wipe out your world' doesn't automatically mean others' plights are not as important?? Or less impactful? Saying that is like implying Ozpin's life is worth more than those helping him. That it doesn't matter if they're hurt or die because he's more important somehow? That Pyrrha dying for nothing is fine because he lives on once again in pain or some bs.

Second of all, Y'ALL ARE STUPID IF YA THINK YANG BEING UPSET LIKE THIS IS JUST BECAUSE SHE'S "THROWING A TANTRUM" for the sake of being a bitchy baby. She's acting like Blake when they discovered the White Fang was working with Torchwick. It's a feeling of betrayal for Yang that Ozpin promised to give them all the truth but he was hiding literally everything Jinn had to tell them. Just like Blake felt betrayed that her kind, the Faunus in the White Fang, were working with a dirty criminal like Torchwick. Because Blake felt there was still hope that the White Fang weren't doing stupid bad guy shit for their own benefit.

People whining about Yang's behaviour don't even see that all her frustrations; Beacon's fall, losing her arm to a psycho-terrorist, Blake leaving her when she needed her support, her mother showing her that she's a coward after all and only wants to protect herself, Ozpin basically employing them to fight his war without revealing important as fuck information and continually failing to do the simple thing they ask of telling them the truth about what's really going on - this is all weighing so heavily on her. She needs someone to intervene like Yang did with Blake. And if y'all don't know the 're-use the burning the candle scene in a more extreme fashion down the line' phrase from Monty, then hint hint, he said that! and it could very much happen in V6.

"We're going to find the answers we're looking for. But if we destroy ourselves in the process, then what good are we?" - Yang to Blake in Burning the Candle

Idk but that seems awfully relevant right now? Ozpin is not giving Yang the answers she's asking for. But she's becoming more and more upset, like Blake was. All Yang's emotions and frustrations, they're going to come to the surface, and when that happens, there needs to be resolution of at least some of these feelings! That's how you DEVELOP A CHARACTER, jeez!

They're showing, not telling, and have been for a while that Yang's not okay, she's not dealing with what's happened. And they're going to obviously focus on it at some point, and address and look to resolve this! Otherwise, they were just temper tantrums -- but they won't be, because one of the 'tantrums' she threw? It resulted in her losing her arm. And there has been no resolution (i.e. talking) about how Yang tried to protect Blake and got hurt, and was crushed that Blake ran away.

Most of us are sure the address of Yang's emotional outbursts are going to be centered around Blake, the loss of her arm and how it's clear Adam isn't done with them yet (and they're both still afraid). It's obvious from the V6 intro that Adam is still relevant to Blake and Yang, he had a trailer for fuck's sake, he had a scene talking about Blake to himself after slaughtering his brethren, and Blake 'saw' him on the train to Argus. So if they don't resolve Yang's anger from the last few episodes with a real fucking talk between Blake and Yang, it's going to fester until Adam shows up.

It's the perfect opportunity to form an incredibly strong and intimate bond between Blake and Yang, but people like to ignore this because reasons. Hello? they're actually building a meaningful and earned romance and people still refuse it because girls have to love each other like sisters or some shit.

Anyway, the point is, Yang's justified in her feelings and just because Ozpin had it rough, it's not a competition and all their feelings matter. Ozpin lost Salem? Big deal, Yang lost her arm and her cat gf left her. Weiss nearly died. Ozpin isn't more of a victim than anyone else, because they all are victims of something.

And this post is a cluster fuck of my rage and my predictions but it doesn't matter because fucking fight me if you really think Yang's being a big baby, plebs

[unspectacularmarvels]

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - the missing episodes: series two, volume two.

Due to a logistical error, Avery Brooks was replaced by James Avery (The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air’s very own Uncle Phil) for a two-part story-line. Reluctant to delay filming whilst they tracked down the original Avery, the production team decided to shoot the script and somehow explain away the transformation en route…

…which never really happened. Suffice it to say, Bashir does ‘the Carlton Dance’ and Quark is tossed unceremoniously out of the air-lock like Jazz.

The station stages an exhibition of works by the universally-renowned and eccentric Bajoran sculptor Vah Vuhl, which turn out to be exclusively representations of the male member.

The Grand Negus demands that Quark cast, choreograph and host the Ferengi equivalent of The Full Monty on DS9 for reasons that are never really made clear.

Sisko must step into the boxing ring with a belligerent, musclebound alien who has threatened to destroy the station if he refuses to compete. Kira takes it upon herself to coach him à la Mickey/ Rocky, while Quark spies a lucrative business opportunity…

An effeminate alien explorer arrives at the station after three-hundred years of travelling, only to take rather a shine to Dr Bashir. Desperately, Bashir convinces Kira to pose as his girlfriend but, in a bid to truly prove he is a red-blooded heterosexual, secretly persuades Dax to do the same. When both inevitably discover the truth, they decide to really land Julian in the s**t…

Dax brings back a really nice mug from her trip to Risa, which immediately goes walkabouts.

Wesley Crusher arrives at the station for a work experience placement but everyone pretends they can neither see nor hear him. Unfortunately, when an unknown energy-based phenomenon threatens Bajor he’s the only one able to do anything about it. If only someone would listen…

Sisko, O’Brien & Bashir persuade Odo to join their barbershop quartet. Rather awkwardly for him, however, a certain relative of Deanna Troi just happens to show up at their first gig...

Vedek Bereil arrives at the station and unnerves everyone by acting even more creepy than usual. 

When Sisko willfully ignores the signs that yet another Bajoran prophecy of doom is about to be fulfilled, Kira throws a tantrum, steals his baseball and threatens to throw it into the wormhole if he doesn’t reconsider.

Sisko gets into swing music and Dax worries she’s getting fat.

A transporter accident results in Dax, Bashir and O’Brien swapping bodies. Finding himself in Dax’s shapely frame, Bashir immediately makes a run for it. Having been lumbered with Bashir’s ‘scrawny-ass self’ (Sisko), O’Brien struggles with the urge to throttle himself to death every time he looks in the mirror. Dax, meanwhile, insists on speaking in an unconvincing Irish accent for as long as she’s in O’Brien’s. 

Lieutenant Urkel, Starfleet’s science wunderkind, arrives at the station to lead an expedition into the Gamma Quadrant. Pissing everyone off immensely, the expedition crew decides to ‘accidentally leave him behind’ when they visit an uncharted planet. Unfortunately, they encounter a primitive race that immediately identifies Urkel as its returning god. Guest stars Jaleel White.

Sisko must negotiate with a race of sentient arses. No, really.

Desperate to replenish his empty coffers after a string of bad business ventures, Quark inadvertently creates an incredible new cocktail when he tries to mix his supply of expired Kanar (the Cardassian liquor) with the dregs of other assorted alcoholic beverages from his ‘liquid filtration, reclamation and recycling system,’ aka the toilets. Keen to keep his activities secret from Odo, he sells his new commodity on the black market where it is unofficially dubbed a Backstreet Cardassian – or Back-Cardi, for short. Soon enough, the whole station becomes hooked and even Gul Dukat himself hears of this wondrous new invention. Think the Flaming Moe episode from The Simpsons with heavy overtones of alcohol addiction.

Imagine Home Alone with Nog and a hoard of invading Jem’Hadar. That’s it.

When his entire catalogue of baseball programmes for the holosuite is accidentally deleted, an extra-shouty Sisko is persuaded by Dr Bashir to try Cricket to help fill the void. Initially sceptical at ditching America’s plodding pastime for its plodding British cousin, Sisko instead becomes obsessed with reinventing himself as the perfect English gentleman – tweed waistcoat, umbrella, toe-curling attempt at the accent and all. Jake, determined to rescue his dad from being a ‘stiff-assed Limey s-o-b,’ arranges for the whole crew to partake of a baseball game on Bajor, in an episode so unsubtly patriotic even the non-human characters end-up saluting the old stars & stripes.*

*All, that is, except Bashir, who is instead stripped naked, tarred, feathered and put on the next freighter to Cardassia Prime. And on Bajoran Independence Day, of all days…

Jonathan Frakes directs another episode. However, this time, he seems to have spent most of it  hiding around the set with a handheld video camera, trying to get close-up shots of all the women’s assets whilst some kind of story develops beyond the scope of their breasts and bums. Includes p.o.v. footage of Nana Visitor punching him in the face and Terry Farrell kicking him in the balls, whilst fans heatedly debate whether or not Patrick Stewart is briefly visible putting the boot in.

[knightofbalance-13]

https://rampantlytyping.tumblr.com/post/174581718969/for-fuck-sake

“Oh, it gets worse. Because I’ve read the archives of KOB’s reddit account. (Link here for reference, someone may wanna archive this in case KOB pulls a Delete Fucking Everything)

Never before have I seen something that would backfire so hard.

First of all, I’d recommend a look at the very first comment on that Reddit account, which was a screed about FatManFalling’s Volume 3 review. So much of modern KOB can be traced back here- has hatred of the word “the” and insistence on trying to replace it with “teh,” his long paragraphs, condescending attitude and personal attacks/insults (Also, for the record, “Fatass” is one of the worst mocking nicknames I’ve ever see on Reddit).

Actually-

https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/5jdst1/cowardly_lion_taiyang_fanfiction/

This is. Thing is: this would HUMANIZE me. But god knows you can’t think of your opposition as human.

First is mischaractization.

Second is not a moral argument.

Third is conflating me being angry with who I am normally.

And fourth is downplayed since this whole post is nothing BUT a personal attack.

Also: Never said I was clever.

There’s also this post after Volume 4 which is basically “So the RWDE tag sucks amirite?”

No, the title is what I meant.

But a relevant comment that Caddeter and @psyga315 should see is this one. I’ll quote it directly, emphasis mine at the end:

Backfire in 3...2...1

“Now I know many of you are thinking “Why should I care?”

Well, because these people are in a dangerous mindset of ignoring everything that isn’t their opinion and warping that to justify their feelings.

I gave a comment on this journal pointing out the flaws in his work. The closest thing I said to an insult was saying that his usage of the term “man-pain” was stupid in any context. And when I admitted I wasn’t aiming towards him but his audience who weren’t sure about V3’s finale, he blocked me, deleted my comments (EDIT: he’s admitted to being wrong about teh previous two and has restored my comments. Still blocked but I have a way around it that he knows) and warped my words. Something he claimed Miles and Kerry did, minus the last part.

I ask of you: Say what you think about this. And not just the journal, what you thought of Pyrrha’s death. Not what he said, not what I said. But what you want to say.

Now GO!”

Now, if I was a generous man, this in context could be KOB asking for discussion on the Reddit.

I am not a generous man. To me, it looks like KOB deliberately inciting the Reddit post-Volume 3 (when they were most protective of RWBY as it was the last season that Monty would have definitely worked on) and encouraging them to dogpile the journal author.

Yeah...

Three things:

A. The time period this was made is post Volume 4, Not 3. So that’s bullshit.

B. https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/5khw9y/my_thoughts_on_pyrrhas_death_rwby_and_rt_by_jswf/dbo9z0v/

Oh hey look, there’s someone disagreeing witrh me and I ENCOURAGED them. So that’s also bullshit.

C. https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/5khw9y/my_thoughts_on_pyrrhas_death_rwby_and_rt_by_jswf/dboysk7/

Okay everyone, I have to ask that no one goes to the link and comments. The author is getting too stressed out by his debate with me and I don't want him to break.

So please, keep your discussions here.

Outright contradicted. Three strikes, you’re out.

And the worst thing? He had no empathy to the situation. Quote (again, emphasis mine):

“Well, don’t fight him. He’s…not right in the head.

Like I was arguing with him and he…wanted to kill himself.

And I didn’t even try being mean.”

Remember that in the Deviantart comments, KOB said that he could be “far far far crueler.”

As evidence by this post, where I am going to turn EVERYTHING against you. https://comments.deviantart.com/1/619991269/4290345087?offset=25#comments “*Sigh* Look, I never meant for you to get this stressed out. Hell, I understand where your coming from. Thinking about killing myself is such a common occurrence now I'm not even fazed by it anymore. So putting aside my feeling towards you and your conduct, I want you to listen to what i have to say: Your life matters. No matter what you think I've said, no matter what other people have said, no matter what you say, your life matters. You have friends and family who love and care about you and if you kill yourself, all it will do is wound those around you. It's painful I know but it's true. The best thing you can do is seek help above all else. Trust me, psychiatrists maybe be expensive by by divinty' sake they are miracle workers. And I know you're sick of hearing about this anime but really, look up Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann. That anime is a large part of why I get out of bed in the morning even thought I know there's a very good chance I'll choke to death on my breakfast, lunch or dinner or that my life probably doesn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things. It taught me to keep moving forward no matter what I lose or what I suffer because there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The journey is hard and long but it's worth it. I never intended on hurting you. Had I known you were this psychologically fragile or you were this invested in Pyrrha I would have said nothing. I understand where you are coming from and I'm sorry I did so much damage to you. I was wrong and you were right. Good day.” No empathy huh? “Also while I’m here, how about this long callout post about RWBY Analysis after she was angry at some art from Dishwasher that had Enabler undertones (complete with the classic “I used to respect you” card which you can always imagine someone saying within the context “I used to respect you when you agreed with me.”). And here’s her reaction, which should be recorded alongside the Great Fire of London as one of the greatest burns in history.”

Ah yes, a callout post...Where I didn’t call her out once...

But I guess the actual post looks pretty fucking bad for you (https://knightofbalance-13.tumblr.com/post/172361707730/httpsrwby-analysistumblrcompost172345982047) since it is short and-oh yeah-SHE WAS SLANDERING SOMEONE. Good job completely missing the point eh?

But sure Knight of Balance. Tell us all about how you never meant for any of this to escalate and how sorry you were. It’s not like your own accounts show you to be a liar who instigated a harassment campaign and showed no empathy upon hearing that it was partially successful. You can surround yourself all you want with your little cabal of white knights like Sunder the Gold and MageKnight who will go to bat for you when they can. You can claim all you want that what you do is a crusade to purify RWBY and Make The FNDM Great Again or some bullshit like that because you seem to think that if you kill RWDE, Miles will personally fly out to thank you for saving RWBY. And you can even run to other fandoms like Darling in the Franxx or FLCL where your name isn’t poison. But we all know what you are.

I didn’t mean for thing to escalate as evident by how I TRIED TO STOP IT,

No empathy when I actively tried to call him down MYSELF.

That sounds pretty fucking ironic  considering that you surround yourself in haters like Dudeblade and Cadder there who will never ever think to question you or themselves. But as for that Sunder thing.. Well I’ll get to that latter but let’s just say, it’s a show of self control how I’m not screaming my head off.

Oh and you’re any different? You probably think ‘I f I get rid of all the fanboys, M&K will HAVE TO listen to my obviously not biased criticism and I’ll Make RWBY Great Again! Then Monty Sempai will rise form the grave to thank me for saving his legacy!’

Please, I’d sit Miles down and give him a lecture on how a timeline is VERY important for a long running show and keeping time skips vague to ‘avoid plotholes’ would in fact make MORE of them. Though I’d probably force him to attend a writing class, Just because I respect the guy doesn’t mean I see him as flawless.

Yerah, doesn’t work when I did the EXACT SAME THING I did here in Franxx. I obviously do not care about my reputation worldwide.

Here’s the thing: I do not regret many things in my time on the internet. I regret not asking about internet customs so i could know things like alt accounts were a bad thing. I regret my raging outbursts at innocent people because I was an immature fuckhead. I regret interacting with RWBYcrit. ... That’s it. My fight against RWDE? My battle against shitty critics? I do not regret that one bit. I fought for what I believed was right and got to meet amazing people along the way. I think I’ve even grown as a person. So no dice bitch.

You’re a schoolyard bully with a stick and anger problems. You’re a child throwing a temper tantrum, unaware of how if Miles or Kerry saw what you’ve said and done, they’d be disgusted in you and would shame you for the world to see. You are nothing. In the grand scheme of life, this will be your legacy. You will never amount to anything significant in this lifetime, and your life peaked before you even hit your twenties. KOB, I really hope you realize how in just under two and a half years, you have made nearly the entire fandom hate your guts.

... And?

Oh you thought this was gonna hurt me? You think you saying I have anger issues is gonna hurt me when I’ve acknowledged that as one of my worst traits. You think telling me Miles and Kerry would be disgusted with me is gonna hurt me when I am not them, they are not me and I am fighting primarily for myself? You think you calling me worthless and saying I will never amount to anything in my lifetime when I’m a fucking existentialist AKA someone who believes that there is no inherent worth in life? Bitch, I say worse things about myself every day.

And the rest is either lies (the fandom as a whole, even on Tumblr, DOESN’T CARE ABOUT ME.) or shows you’re projecting onto me (’You’re a bully!’ says the bullies.)

Let me break this down: We all hate you on Tumblr,

God, stop projecting your ego onto me, I know the fandom as whole on Tumblr doesn’t care about me.

You haven’t shown your face on Twitter

https://twitter.com/KOB13x

Shows what you know.

and when someone cited you in a Reddit post, everyone warned them not to link to you because you’re a toxic influence.

Considering how you’ve been posting links throughout this whole post, why should I believe you if you suspiciously DON’T provide proof of this. And again: stop projecting your ego onto me.

For Christ’s sake KOB, FatManFalling can get his stuff posted on R/RWBY. It’s extensively mocked, yes, but it’s still allowed.

To the point it regularly gets kicked off reddit for having massive downvotes.

You’re so bad you haven’t even got that privilege. Let that sink in and realize what it says about you.

A. Proof

B. Not the same context.

And C. I don’t care.

Because this is coming from someone who tried throwing Sunder The Gold under the bus by saying he associates with me. DESPITE the fact that we haven;’t talked to each other in MONTHS. Why did you say this then? Oh right, Sunder is a fan of RWBY ergo he must be eliminated right? Because anyone who doesn’t conform to your fucking hivemind and treat the show AND ESPECIALLY the creators like shit is a heretic right?

That’s why I do this. Because you people are fucking AWFUL in every sense of the word. Everything you just tried to pin on me applies to YOU instead and then we can add on EVEN MORE and EVEN MORE DISGUSTING shit to that pile.I don;t like Steven Universe but I am JUST as disgusted by SU‘s fandom and it’s bullshit. This has nothing to do with RWBY anymore, this has to do with you people DESTROYING INNOCENT LIVES. That is YOUR legacy: the ruins of people’s lives and the destruction of a show people hold dear all because you decided to embody the WORST aspects of humanity.

In short: Fuck you.

Oh, PS:

https://knightofbalance-13.tumblr.com/post/162724070290/rampantlytyping-knightofbalance-13-hey

Guess you’re in the same boat as me eh?

[starkeysharky]

Te Amo

Summary: You’re finally graduating high school and Jeff has the future planned out.

Paring: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: 100. "Marry me?" with Jeff please love? (WITH NO DEATH PLZ) 💜💜💜

Warnings:  a little fluff, Jeff speaking Spanish because we all deserve that

Word Count:  1292

Links: Prompt List

Graduation.  The day that everyone was praying to approach faster even though life was a big obstacle waiting to kick everyone’s ass.  You stood beside Jeff, holding his hand, and with every other senior that made it to the last day of school in Liberty High.  This was the day Jeff was so proud of because he thought that his one, barely passing grade in History was going to affect his future.  You had faith in him and kept him motivated as well as helped him alongside Clay, the junior who was a genius.

Now, here you both are standing together in your blue cap and gowns, waiting for the ceremony to start.  While Jeff would be going to his assigned placement, you would be taking a seat on stage beside faculty members as you were appointed the 2017 Valedictorian.  You watched with happiness as parents were tearing up watching their babies sit down, ready to be pushed out of the demo version of school and into the version that makes you pay around at least forty or forty-five thousand dollars a year.  

When the ceremony was finally starting, you said goodbye to Jeff, kissing him quickly before you departed and went your ways.  Principal Bolan did his short introduction and then you were up at the podium with your speech.

"This may be a little cheesy, but my fellow students.  The last four years here at Liberty High with you all have been memorable, exciting, and of course dramatic.  Ever since we were little, we'd all get that one question, 'What do you want to be when you grow up?'.  We've transitioned from wanting to be a princess or a prince to either a lifelong career or not having any idea what the hell we want.  But that's okay, because this is the time to make mistakes.  To make the wrong decision and end up in a bad place.  The time to fall in love,"  you trailed off, your eyes drifting off to Jeff who sat in the second row with an eye-blinding smile across his gorgeous tan skin.  "and the time where making mistakes is acceptable because we are just being thrown out to the world where we're all going to be successful in our own ways.  Ahead of us, we have our many years of life that we are yet to figure out how to get through without crashing and burning.  Our decisions will remain to steer the course of our lives, and we have the people around us, people who influence us, to partially thank for that.  We can thank our parents for hopefully teaching us right from wrong while putting up with our tantrums and teenage hormones, thank our friends for being a shoulder to cry on when they're the only ones who understand your situation."

Taking a breath, you looked down to compose yourself.  "But I'd like to take a second to remember any teachers or students who aren't here with us.  Whether they retired, moved, already graduated and moved to college or if their life was ended.  If you knew them, they impacted your life, and we should be grateful for them.  In less than an hour, we're going to step out into the real world where we will become something big.  We'll go big, go learn, go help, maybe go home, but you can bet your ass we're going to get get back out there and go even bigger than before.  No matter what you're doing or where you are, just keep going."  You finished, stepping down from the podium and going back to your seat where the principal complimented your speech.

Once all the faculty people did their speeches, the students stood up, prepared to be handed their certificates.  It took longer than you thought, but when your tassel was moved and the words were said, everyone cheered, throwing their caps up to the sky.  Immediately you ran, as fast as you could in heels, down the steps and met up with Jeff.  As you expected, the sea of blue was all you saw so you walked over to the first person you saw.  The one and only Montgomery de la Cruz, one of Jeff's best friends.  

With him was the rest of the baseball team and a few other people in your friend group, including the ones that were still Juniors.  

“You ready to finally leave this hell hole?”  Monty asked you, tossing his arm across your shoulders.

“I’m not sure.  School was the easy part.”  You replied.  Just as you were about to ask him about Jeff’s whereabouts, you heard the star baseball player’s voice through the speakers.

“Where's our valedictorian?  Oh!  Babe, come up here.”  Jeff smiled and confused you met him at the podium.

“Jeff, what are you doing?”

You got no words, nothing but a wide, blinding grin.  Seconds later, he was kneeling down and pulling a small, velvet box from his pocket.  You felt your eyes tearing up as you looked down at him, ignoring the squeals, gasps and stares from everyone who was still around.  “When I talked to you in fifth grade, when you got hit by a baseball during recess, I felt bad, but even with blood all over your nose, you looked and sounded adorable.  From then, you and I have been inseparable.  The times you cared for me when I was injured and the times you chose a night in with pizza over going to a five-star restaurant,  I just knew that you and I were meant to be together.  Forever.  I love, respect and admire your intelligence and love for everything in the world.  It makes me want to try harder to be that way as well.  We both love each other, and dream of raising 3 kids, so together we can create our own family.  Those are a couple of reasons that I’m hoping that you’ll spend the rest of your life with me and officially become an Atkins.  Will you do me the honor and marry me?”

By now you were basically sobbing happily in front of him, not caring about the fact that the hours you spent in doing your makeup have most likely gone to waste.  You opened your mouth, a hoarse “yes” coming out as you nodded frantically with your left hand quivering in front of you.  He smiled even bigger, which you didn't think was possible, and slipped the diamond ring onto your finger.  You stared down at it in adoration, the sunlight making it dazzle and standout against the sunset and your outfit.  Jeff straightened up and pulled you against his muscular form, both of you not paying any mind to the cheering from everyone.

When you pulled away, he used his thumbs to wipe the tears off of your cheeks before leaning in and gently placing his lips against yours.  

“Alright, lovebirds.  You can do that off of the stage.”  Principal Bolan commented, using his hands to motion for you to walk off the stage.  The smile on your face just somehow couldn't leave, from the time you stepped off of the stage to when you met up with yours and Jeff’s parents.

“How did you afford a ring?”  You finally asked him.  

“I got a scholarship and my parents saved up so much money.  So I spent some on the ring and the rest in being saved for when whatever I need it for.”  He explained to you as he held your hand while you followed everyone off of the campus.  “Do you like it?

“I love it.”  You smiled, looking down at it, asking yourself how you got so lucky.  “Not as much as I love you.”

“Te amo también, hermosa.”

[thefatlannister]

You can respond to this privately or DM so it doesn't wind up in the tags. This is kind of a random question so forgive me. So, I've been doing a season 3 rewatch and I just landed on the episode where O beats the hell out of Bellamy and I was wondering, what if the situation was reversed? What if O got Clarke killed, would Bellamy have reacted the same way that she did?

Nah I don’t mind answering out in the open. What I have to say isn’t about character hate, it’s about the writers and pointing out the ignorant and, frankly, gross things that went into writing this scene in such an astonishingly un-self-aware way.

First of all, the answer to your questions is “no.” No, never, absolutely not, never in a million years, it never would have crossed the writers’ minds nor would it have crossed ours. Bellamy would never abuse Octavia physically, and it would never be written into the script. And those are 2 separate reasons - it completely contravenes everything about Bellamy’s character to suggest that he could lay a hand on the person he was compelled to physically protect since a young age, AND the writers would never have written an abuse scene where an older brother beats his younger sister, because it would have been completely unforgivable and disgusting. WHICH brings me to the discussion of the original scene.

My thoughts are below the cut. Abuse tw, obviously. And I don’t blame you for not wanting to read this because you’d rather pretend this scene never happened. I’m with you! Spare yourself. As for me, this ask triggered some Thoughts, so here we go...

Okay, so I think it’s really important to look at the Blake Abuse scene (and any scene in general) on multiple levels, as I hinted at above. First: from a character perspective. Is it in character? Does it make sense for the character? Second: From a narrative perspective. Does this scene work in the narrative? Is it earned and is the aftermath dealt with in a satisfying way? And, finally, Third: From a real-world writing perspective. As we know, TV does not exist in a vacuum, and writers bring their real-life biases, prejudice, etc. to their writing. In my opinion, responsible writing interrogates itself to prevent perpetuating tropes and racist/sexist/other “ist” writing. So let’s examine the Blake Abuse scene on these 3 levels.

1. The character perspective

Admittedly, this is a largely subjective level. One can easily make the argument that Octavia shouldn’t or wouldn’t have done that, but ultimately, I fall into the camp where I think that it is definitely plausible that, knowing what we do of the Blakes, this scene could go down like this. I don’t think it /had/ to, and I think it does derail where I was hoping Octavia’s arc was taking her (read: AWAY from abuser-ville), but it is definitely not outside the realm of possibility as far as her character goes.

Bellamy was Octavia’s ONLY real emotional outlet for sixteen years. Her joy, her pain, her frustration, sadness, humor, imagination, and anger was channeled at and through him. And Bellamy happily takes on that burden; his sister has no access to the outside, and so if the side affect of helping to socialize her is always taking the brunt of her emotions, so be it. This dynamic is part of the Blakes’ core codependency that makes them so dysfunctional in season 1. One of the sad parts about season 3, however, is that it seemingly undid all the progress that the Blakes made in s2, where Bellamy learned to respect her independence, and Octavia reaffirmed that he will always be her family.

Jroth apparently decided to throw all that development in the trash, however, once he realized he was going to write Ricky off the show for petty offscreen reasons. And so Lincoln’s death sets Octavia back months as far as her development - maybe even years - into the emotional equivalent of the fetal position. Meaning that, thrust back into an extremely emotionally vulnerable state, Octavia reverts to using Bellamy as her sole emotional outlet. Except that on the ground, Octavia has learned to express herself using violence, too, so that “emotional outlet” has now become a literal punching bag.

People act like Octavia beat up Bellamy because she blames him for Lincoln’s death - and I do think the fact that he was tangential to it made this possible - but ultimately this was less about dealing blame or some sick kind of justice and more about Octavia throwing a tantrum and channeling it all at her oldest, most reliable target. One who she knows wouldn’t ever fight back, even if he wasn’t chained to literal rock and one who, in this moment, she can comfortable link with Lincoln’s death. 

And by the way, me explaining what makes this scene not out of the realm of possibility for Octavia does not equal me thinking it’s not gross so don’t even go there lol. So basically, yeah - this scene is arguably in character, as in, it’s not a hard leap to make for her. 

The secondary (though perhaps less important to my overall point) element of characterization in this scene is Bellamy. I believe it is 100% absolutely in character for Bellamy to “allow” this beating to happen.* First of all, he’s a masochist, and this is an opportunity to receive a physical beating equal to the emotional one he has been giving himself and will continue to give himself through 3b. Mostly, however, Bellamy sees Octavia in this moment as “needing” this outlet - because of how they grew up, he recognizes immediately where she’s at and understands that wailing on him will give her relief of some kind. And Bellamy, fucked up by his childhood as he is, thinks that if he is giving Octavia something that she “needs,” it cannot possibly be wrong. Especially when it only comes at a cost to him - her needs have always, unquestionably come before his.

*I just want to note here that Bellamy only “allows” Octavia to beat him in the sense that his fucked up understanding of himself, his own culpability, and his relationship with his sister make him think this is ok/he deserves this. His “allowing” Octavia to do this is not some form of full consent that people can use to brush off the ugly implications of this scene - which unfortunately I have seen done. “Free and informed consent” is NOT a standard that can be applied to abuse, ever (not would it even be applicable in this situation). End note.*

So, ultimately, we the audience can see how wrong and fucked up Bellamy’s response to Octavia is, but I still think that it is in character. 3x10 is the most violent and twisted and horrible manifestation of the Blakes’ relationship possible, but I still think it can be justified as “in character.”

So let’s jump to level 2.

2. The narrative perspective

So this section will probably be short because in a way I think whether a scene works narratively is a combo of level 1 and level 3, and I’m talking about them in depth. 

I will say though, that it’s really hard to tell if this scene works narratively because season 3′s narrative, especially before and around the midseason transition, is so fucking convoluted and, at times, just plain bad. We obviously know how terrible Bellamy’s 3a arc was, and that’s a hard thing to separate from this scene. Like, if Bellamy had been well-written up through 3x10 - even if they had kept elements of the Pike arc, or devoted enough screentime to explaining it - I think there would have been little to no reason for the audience or the narrative (or Octavia) to blame him for Lincoln’s death, since clearly that was something that Bellamy never wanted. But instead, we went into this scene with half the audience salivating for some kind of revenge, and Bellamy seemed like the best target since the narrative hadn’t really given him the time or space to argue his 3a case. But I digress - back to the narrative itself.

I think the narrative problems with this scene have less to do with the scene itself and more to do with the preceding episode and the scene’s aftermath. As in, it was sloppy writing to have to tie Bellamy up in 3x09 in order to have him chained at the beginning of 3x10 - I’m not sure it was narratively earned that no one trusted that Bellamy didn’t want Lincoln to DIE enough to let him help with their escape plan. But anyway - bygones, right? I’m not trying to dive into the minefield of “what percentage of Lincoln’s death is Bellamy responsible for” here lol.

And as far as the scene’s aftermath, it’s been pointed out before but it’s worth repeating: it makes zero narrative sense that Bellamy remains tied up and “the enemy” after Kane and company have re-accepted Bryan and Monty back into the fold. I suspect that this narrative wrinkle is meant to both 1) set up Clarke as the first person who “forgives” Bellamy and 2) possibly to make Octavia’a beating more about “””justice””” and less about her reversion to emotional infancy. So, when it comes to (2) especially, this scene has some narrative deficiencies. 

Overall, however, the problems with this scene do not stem from its place in the narrative.

3. A “should I write this” and “how should I write this” perspective

Okay, so here’s where we get to part where I can barely keep my mf hat on.

Just because a scene is in character or could work narratively does NOT mean you should write it!!!!!!!!!!! As much as the 100 writers wish that their special snowflake writing was not impacted by their own real-word biases and as much as they wish that everyone watching could just shrug off their lived experiences or their oppression or their triggers or their, you know, awareness of anything happening in the world around them, THAT IS NOT THE CASE. Stories have weight, and impact, and when you as a writer do not interrogate your own writing or what you are putting onscreen, you are a) going to tell bad stories and b) going to be part of the The Problem (The Problem being perpetuating various forms of social oppression).

And look, this isn’t a censorship argument. The 100 delves into a lot of deep/controversial topics, and sometimes it drops the ball and sometimes it doesn’t. The way I see it, you can think about the Octavia Abuse scene in 2 ways. One - the scene remains in the show and its treated, explicitly and seriously, like the instance of abuse that it is. Two - you don’t! write! the mf! scene!

Because the Octavia abuse scene is ostensibly in character and not a complete aberration narrative-wise, the writers could have written this absolutely devastating scene if they were serious about taking on the issue of abuse. In doing so, however, they would have had to consciously give up on having the audience “root” for Octavia for a long while, until perhaps she could “earn” some type of redemption. They could have had other characters react more violently to the scene in front of them, instead of shrugging it off as “a family thing,” they could have had Clarke ask about it and call Octavia out, they could have - through whatever character they wanted - pointed out that Octavia using violence to deal with her feelings/relationship problems was becoming a disturbing pattern (with Lincoln, then with Indra, then with Bellamy). 

Some might argue that this treatment in present in Octavia’s 3b arc. And yes, I am glad the show acknowledged Octavia’s burgeoning darkness by making her do “wrong” things in 3b and 4a, but their was WAY too much ambiguity in 3x10 and beyond regarding whether Octavia’s beating of Bellamy was the beginning of that very problematic turn or whether that was a one-off okay “just a sibling thing” dealing out “”justice”” after Lincoln died. And I know the argument is out there that “we don’t need the narrative to hand-feed us these messages” and yeah, that’s true - I’m a meta hoe and I don’t need to be hand held - but that argument falls by the wayside when, written in the script, the man who literally played the moral center of reason in 3a turned away from a scene of abuse with the thought “it’s a family thing.” The fact that the show did a terrible fucking job framing that scene is also apparent in the audience’s reaction - a huge portion of which was celebratory. Idk about anyone else, but I don’t think 50% of people out there are abuse apologists; no, the narrative set them up to feel Bellamy’s beating as cathartic, even deserved. The bottom line is, the writers had no idea how serious that scene was, and that was clear in the utter failure of the writing to satisfyingly or responsibly address it.

Now for the second level of bias that went woefully uninterrogated: Bellamy is the third person of color who shares a personal relationship with Octavia whom she has hit. A LOT has been said on this topic, so I really don’t feel the need to rehash it all here, but - this is the sign of a nearly all-white writers room that is so unwilling to believe that they, Good Liberal Whites, could possibly write a story that is racist. As we all (should) know, it is VERY easy, and practically unavoidable for us white people, to unintentionally perpetuate harmful tropes or write a racist story!! Checking yourself is necessary!! Hiring diverse writers rooms is necessary! Noticing and avoiding having a white girl hit 3 different poc in her story in an attempt to correct their behavior is necessary! Checking themselves, especially on the “how does this play on the racial level?” perspective is something that the 100 writers need to improve on, and is one more unexamined harmful element of the Blake Abuse scene.

Finally, finally, finally, to get to the part of your question, Abby, that sparked this whole rant in the first place. This scene is so deeply steeped in gender bias that it’s irremovable from how we view the scene, in my opinion (*note here* for everything I say going forward, assume this is compounded by and intersected by Octavia and Bellamy’s respective races, because that’s how these things work. I’m mostly focusing on gender in this section but if anyone has any thoughts about the intersectionality here please feel free to add). Had that scene been reversed, and Bellamy had beaten Octavia until he was too tired to raise his fist (hell, if he’d even hit her ONCE), I really can’t imagine the audience OR the narrative daring to treat it as anything other than totally horrifying and inexcusable abuse. 

Had this scene occurred the other way around, we would not have been subjected to “well, did she deserve it?” or “he was hurting!” or “well it is her fault X is dead.” I don’t think there would have been any pushback on calling Bellamy’s actions as wrong, as disgusting, as inexcusable. I think because of this, the writers never would have written the scene the other way around - because to have Bellamy abuse Octavia, that would be unforgivable. But, clearly, having it the other way around isn’t.

This isn’t just the 100 writers’ fault either. There’s a double standard that exists across the entire industry (TV, books, movies) now, I think, where a certain type of White Feminism is being exercised where (especially white) girls being violent is empowering. To a certain extent, having women be physically capable, be able to defend themselves, be able to excel in a masculine-coded field like fighting is a feminist pursuit (and, speaking as a bi girl, can be hot as hell!). But it has, I think, often been twisted into this kind of gross justification to excuse badass women doing terrible things because it’s a badass trope-breaking woman doing it. And this isn’t a problem because I don’t think people should stan “problematic characters” - absolutely not. This is a problem because the violence of these women is not treated as problematic at all, or condemned at all - in fact it’s seen as “progressive.” The second (huge) problem is that this rule really only appears to apply to badass white women. And I think the 100 pretty clearly falls into this trap with Octavia (and several other characters I can think of). Whereas the show normally tries very hard to show the good and bad (mostly the bad) of violence and war, Octavia gets somewhat of a free pass, because ~feminism.*

*Note: this is a problem of both writing and fandom response, I think.

So now that I’ve basically failed to hold myself back from an indictment of the entire tv/movie industry as whole doing a shitty job moving past flimsy, one-dimensional, white feminism, let me get back to my original point, and your original question: No, Bellamy would not have reacted in the same way as Octavia were the situation reversed, nor would that scene have ever been written, for more reasons than one.

Moving forward, I remain extremely disappointed with the execution and lack of self-awareness that was present in the writing of that scene. It’s been a personal struggle for me, as someone who LOVED the Blakes, and always liked Octavia, to reconcile the scene with the show going forward, especially since it seems like this show will never address that scene in the way it deserved. Because I love this show and these characters, and because I don’t think the writers know that they were essentially normalizing, or condoning, abuse, (although intent really shouldn’t be an excuse), I am choosing to try to let go of the past and judge the characters based on the writing going forward, in the hopes that the writers may have learned from their past mistakes. Honestly, I don’t blame anyone for having an intense reaction to this scene- your reaction and your choices are your own and I can only speak to mine. 

I’m truly sorry if you made it to the end of this meta, I didn’t realize I was holding all these feelings back. Writing about this scene was a cathartic experience, though, and I suddenly feel more ready for the baptismal cleanse of s4 than ever before.