#please let them (consciously) reunite in season five I BEG

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If stranger things was a comic (and I was the artist)

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Screw Biology and Reality

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction

Featuring: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, (past) Omega!Reader x Beta!Kevin Tran, Sam

Written for: @spnkinkbingo​

Square Filled: Size Difference

Setting: Season 9

Word Count: 3108

Summary: You grieve Kevin, remaining hidden away in the bunker. With your next heat you hope to crossover to see him again. Dean makes every case to keep you alive. Will you ever see Kevin again? If so as what?

Warnings: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, grief, suicidal tendencies,  SMANGST, fingering, knotting, desperate dub!con claiming, betrayal, jealousy.

Read Part 1 first! then Part 2

Day Fifty-five

              The hours were hollow now. Though Dean had saved Sam from the angel Gadreel, he was already off on another wild goose chase. Kevin seemed almost forgotten by the Winchesters already. Maybe it was Sam’s undo guilt or Cas’s experiments, but for you, Kevin would never be gone, in thought or memory.

Day Ninety

              Time moved on. The days since Kevin’s death were suddenly more than the days you had with him. That short time another regret on your conscience. You were cleaning the kitchen when Dean and Sam returned to the Bunker, oddly rejuvenated from their spa case. The tension between them had lightened considerably since they left, which helped your overall anxiety levels. Navigating two Alphas was taxing enough, especially when they weren’t on their usual brotherly terms.

              When Dean’s eyes lingered on you, you didn’t register the longing. Instead you unknowingly ignored him and moved onto the laundry.

Day One Hundred and two

              Being a kept woman had its advantages: you had your own room, freedom to roam the bunker, everything but leave. When suddenly, there were more reasons to appreciate your new life: Dean had started bringing you home gifts. Little things, like new shoes or a pastry he remembered you liked. Once it was an album of a band, he hated, but saw it while he was scanning for the vintage finds and thought of you. All these new conveniences still did little to null the ache of Kevin’s loss. Some days you swore you heard his voice, just around the bend. But each time you entered another room, it was devastatingly empty. Once the knots started in your stomach again, you realized that your wait was nearly over.

              You awoke with a throbbing like you had never felt before, your slick stuck to your thighs. You were in heat and without your mate, there was little to do but wait for the end. Kevin was gone and soon you would be too. Maybe then you could both be happy, once this wretched life was forgotten and you were reunited in whatever afterlife you were granted. The thought of seeing him smile once more caused you to cry. It had been so long since you had felt real emotion, but now you let the tears fall against your pillow. It would all be over soon.

Day One Hundred and four

              The Bunker was filled with the scent of your heat, so permeating that Sam wouldn’t leave the garage. Dean breathed through his mouth as he told Sam to give him twenty minutes to grab more clothes and check in on you. When you didn’t answer him, his time ran out and his brother bailed, guessing inevitability had finally caught up with you both. Mark of Cain or no, Dean had it bad for you. Everyone could see it. You just seemed to have forgotten.

              Dean easily picked the lock on your bedroom door, walking in to find you breathing shallowly in a sweat drenched tee and an old pair of pajama bottoms that were probably Kevin’s at some point. He fell to your bedside, ignoring the instincts clawing at his mind. You were both hot and cold to the touch, skin clammy and lips chapped, your pulse was racing in the tender flesh of your neck. You didn’t respond to his touch or his voice. Dean panicked, face falling beneath yours as he unconsciously scented you. Beneath the heat there was still pain and he realized why you were so unresponsive. With a fierce shake, Dean broke you of your trance, warm calloused hands encased your shoulders as the world came back into focus.

              “You--- you can’t be here,” you moaned. A full body cough set him back on his heels as you recovered. He grabbed the untouched water bottle from your desk and held it to your lips. Weakly, you clamped your mouth shut.

              “Goddamn it, drink Omega!” Dean ordered, fear lacing his words.

              Just as you were about to reply, he poured the liquid into your open mouth, sputtering you sat up, coughing more violently until you could breathe deeply again. Once you did, your body was flooded with Dean, his concern and his heady Alpha scent. The only thing that could stop you from seeing Kevin again, was yourself. You just had to hold out, it wouldn’t be long now.

              “Come on, sweetheart, I need you to drink? Okay? Just a little?” Dean begged, wrecked over your listlessness. You shook your head and closed your eyes, turning your head away from him on your pillow, because it was too much effort to roll your entire body away. Minutes went by and Dean started to pace, you drifted in and out of consciousness. Suddenly something warm and strong enveloped you, something that caused you to whimper with need. Carefully Dean rolled you to your side, his naked body slotted behind you as he nuzzled your shoulder, your hair, your pulse point.

              You never realized how much bigger he was than you were until he was everywhere. Your body knew what it needed was there for the taking, but your mind fought those primal needs. You were mated, how could you take another?

              “Shhh, it’s alright. I’m right here,” Dean whispered, his deep voice soothing. His hard cock prodding the back of your thigh.

              “I can’t.” Your meager retort.

              “Let me help you--- please don’t leave me. You’ve got to fight, Omega. Don’t give up now. You’ve come so far, let me take care of you,” Dean’s voice hot and fierce in your ear, but his hands remained gentle, rubbing your upper arm, willing you back to life.

              You felt like a fuse burning on both ends, the will to live and the need to be with Kevin again accelerating the growing emptiness inside. Dean shielded and held you, sturdy and patient. Slowly you began to let yourself feel, skin almost vibrating from holding back from the connection for so long. Once you reached back, hand searching until it landed on Dean’s hip; the smothering desire of your heat reemerged. You pulled him impossibly closer to you, fingers trailing down and over his taut ass, the muscles of his powerful thighs and back up again. He grunted behind you, plump kisses finding your nape as you gave him permission.

              “Can I?” Dean whispered, breath catching as you erratically began to rock back into him.

              You nodded pathetically. “Please? ’m so weak—” you mumbled, face falling forward, trying to present.

              Dean pulled you back, flush to his chest. “I got ya. Don’t worry.”

              Reverently, Dean undressed you, his lips pulled at your skin, like firecrackers sizzling along until he moved on and sparked another to life. Carefully his hands roamed your body, thumb barely brushing the curve of your breast as he sank lower, his wide palm splayed over your tummy and finally his fingers slid into your folds. You keened as he ghosted over your sensitive bud, gently prodding your entrance. Encased by his body, you were at his mercy, yet you craved his salvation. Now that you had allowed yourself to accept his touch, you realized how much you needed him. Dean, not just an Alpha. Just Dean.

              He pulled your knee up, letting his dick slip between your thighs, your smooth wetness easing some of his throbbing as he glided up to meet his own hand as it tapped against your hood.

              “You’re so beautiful, ‘mega. I can’t believe--- fuck,” Dean broke off as you angled your hips, causing his head to catch at your opening. “Need to open you up, don’t want to hurt you.”

              Once you felt the hint of the stretch of him, you didn’t argue, but the desperation was clawing at your core while the need to be bound to Dean thrummed your every nerve. You whimpered as he pulled away, the comforting wall of his body rolling above you as you fell onto your back. He thumbed your face down to your chin, pulling your gaze into his intense stare. In his green eyes was everything he couldn’t say, everything you had been missing since losing Kevin. Inside them there was a softness you never knew someone like he could possess.

              “Alpha?” You breathed, his eyes darkening with his title. Dean hummed, easing down onto your chest, his forearms framing you. At long last his lips found yours, almost timid compared to his past explorations. Your jaw fell open for his lapping tongue, letting him taste and tease you while making your head spin. He tasted like coffee and something comforting, warm and almost sweet. You nipped at his bottom lip before he dragged away, lips leading him lower. Your hands braced on his biceps; fingers barely able to notch against their breadth.

              Without pulling away, Dean left an array of needy kisses over your neck and chest, his hips slowly wedging between yours as you hitched yourself up to accept him. He swallowed a groan as he felt the heat of your core tease him once more. With staggering dexterity, Dean shifted all of his weight on to his right side, freeing his left hand to spread you open. His heavy shaft wept against your trembling thigh as he entered you with two thick fingers. He prodded deeper as a satisfied hiss fell from your lips, you felt him watching you, but you couldn’t look back at him, mind unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he was granting you.

              Your legs opened wider, heels digging into his thighs, failing to draw him closer. Dean chuckled at you, deep in his chest, that amused smirk breaking you open like nothing had. You whined and reached up to take his devilish lips in a fevered kiss, just as his tongue met yours, he began to rub tight circles over your inner bundle of nerves. The pressure was blinding as your climax avalanched through you, renewing your slick and drawing his fingers deeper inside your channel.

              “That’s my girl,” Dean praised against your gasping mouth, his breath feather light and taunting. You licked back into him as he centered himself above you once more. As Dean angled his blunt tip at your core, your hands rested on his thick trapezius muscles, unable to process the power his bulk allowed.

              “Gonna go slow,” Dean explained, eyes watching you for any sign of fear or regret.

              “Alpha, please!” you begged, rolling up to take him at last.

              “God, woman,” Dean groaned, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply before inching inside you.

              It was mind altering, the heavy stretch of him entering you. Impossibly he just kept going, deeper and deeper until you felt torn in two. His knot, thick and cool as it kissed your overheated lips. He sighed rapturously; the sound delicious, eventually you remembered to breathe again yourself. The moment he felt you relax, he drew back, emptying you but for his smooth cockhead and slammed back through your wanton walls. Everything ceased to exist, save for you and Dean. He was everywhere, above, below, around and inside of you. You took all of him, pulling his breath into your lungs as you panted together. Your mind pulsed with your pleasure, overwhelming in intensity.

              His knot knocked at your opening, swollen and ready. You sucked in a ragged breath, trying to focus, to relax yourself enough to take the final stretch of him. Dean felt your shift and dipped his head to suck a hardened nipple into his talented mouth. The new angle sent you reeling, each forceful thrust coasting over your G spot with purpose. Once his hot mouth found your other breast, your body seized in a second orgasm. That relentless pull against his shaft dragging him over with you, his knot plowed into you, even against the thundering pulses of your channel.

              As soon as Dean peaked, knot locked inside of you, filling you with his seed, you passed out, the blissful sensations drowning you. Dean barked out in pleasure; his mind slow to process your limp form as he shallowly rutted his body against yours, continuing to pump into your womb. Once his vision cleared and he nuzzled against your temple, Dean knew something was wrong. His hand came up to your throat, the pulse suddenly faint against his fingertips. He called your name, but you would not wake.

              His mind spiraled, fear and guilt flooding his system. He whined as he nipped at your earlobe, eyes closed as he felt you fading away. He scented you, tongue dragging over your tender flesh as he braced himself to do what he only hoped could save you. Something you never mentioned. Something he hadn’t even thought to ask for. Not yet. As your breath stuttered, Dean sank his teeth into that pristine patch of skin that his eyes always seemed to find. Hard and deep they slid until your blood coated his tongue. Suddenly you gasped.

              His face broke away in a relieved grin, his forehead rested against his mark as he inhaled with each of your breaths. Cautiously he lapped over the bite, sealing and healing it as only your Alpha’s saliva could. You moaned, hand finding the back of his head, your fingers brushing through the short hair there as he soothed your wound.

              “Hey, you with me?” Dean’s voice broke through the surface, pulling you back into the light.

              “Alpha?” You asked groggily.

              “Hmmmm, my Omega,” Dean hummed, kissing up your jaw. He let out a rattled breath, relief radiating from his every pore.

              Carefully, Dean rolled you back to your sides, his thumb brushing your hair from your forehead as you struggled to focus on his face.

              “Hi.” You smiled lazily.

              “You hangin’ in there?” Dean asked, eyes searching. You nodded, hand holding his to your cheek, cradling him to you. “Gave me quite the scare, Omega. I had to—”

              You shushed him, shaking your head at the same time. “It’s better this way.”

              “You sure? I wanted you to want it,” he whispered, not looking you in the eye. What he meant was him. He wanted you to want him, not need him. You didn’t reply, but for a quick kiss, eyes closed as reality sank in.

Day One Hundred and forty

              The lights had been weird on and off for weeks, but this was the first time the boys were home to see it for themselves. Dean lurched from bed, eyes scanning for some unseen threat. You rarely saw your Alpha go into instant kill mode, but his heightened senses only peaked under severe stress. He called out to Sam, causing you to cower back as he ran from the room. Slowly, you relaxed, hearing their voices drop as they assessed the situation. When you opened your eyes again a familiar, yet impossible voice greeted you.

              “Sweetie?” Kevin’s sputtering form called to you. He shifted in and out of your vision like a spastic strobe light. Your breath fogged as you tried to understand what you were seeing. Who, you were seeing.

              “Kev?” you asked dumbstruck. He smiled sadly as you approached, arms reaching for him until Dean’s presence at the door froze you in place.

              “Well, shit.” Dean spat, hands on his hips as he caught his breath. Sam just behind him as you all stared at Kevin’s ghost. The story unraveled; Heaven was closed, leaving Kevin trapped. You knew you had heard him all those months ago, but the roller coaster of easing into life with Dean had deafened you to his once soothing voice. Your gut hitched as you realized everything he could have seen. All the time you spent with Dean, so much more than you had shared with him.

              You remained quiet as Sam and Dean questioned him, unable to form a thought relevant to the quest for finding his mother. Once Kevin convinced Sam and Dean to follow his ridiculous lead from the veil, you were left alone. You knew Kevin wouldn’t be able to maintain his full form for long, especially after they took the coffee pot with them. Though you knew you were truly what he could come back to, if he tried hard enough. Because he had never stopped trying, but somewhere along the way you had.

              “You sure you’re alright?” Kevin’s voice was already muffled.

              “I’m fine, Kev. I’m so sorry—” you started.

              “Hey, I get it. I know you couldn’t help it. Not really.” He was being too kind.

              You sniffled. “But, it’s still not fair. I should have tried harder.”

              “What? And end up lost in this ocean of souls with me?” Kevin balked, mischievous smirk that you loved returning to his ashen face. “It’s better this way.”

              You inhaled at the familiar phrase, shame pushing out the tears you had barely contained this whole while. “I still miss you, though.”

              “I know you do. I miss you too. But you’re safer with Dean. He can give you what you need without you having to spell it out. He was made for you,” Kevin placated, unable to comfort you more than a cool patch against your cheek. “I forgive you.”

              The last words faded away as he sizzled out of sight, the connection broken alongside your heart. That night you cried yourself to sleep, buried in one of Dean’s flannels.

Day One Hundred and forty two

As soon as Mrs. Tran stepped into the Bunker, you instantly understood so much more about the man you had lost. She was ferocious in love for her son; you wished you had gotten to know her on better terms. No one said anything about who you were to Kevin, unwilling to burden her with more than she needed. As soon as she was ready to leave, you gave her a tight hug, knocking her back on her feet, though you two were nearly the same size.

              “Take good care of him,” you begged under your breath.

              “I always did,” she chirped. You couldn’t help but feel hurt by her words, though she couldn’t have meant anything by it. Watching them both leave was the overdo closure you needed to move on with your life. Kevin was not someone you could ever forget; he was your first love. The kind of love that is always looked back upon with unscrutinized nostalgia because of its sacredness. But Dean was your mate, the love of your life, born from near death to deliver you into the women you could be. He was your forever. And you were his, even when the Mark wouldn’t let him go.

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The 100 season 6 predictions #2

As promised, here’s another prediction post. I checked my previous one and most of it occurred or might still play out in some way. This time I’m not so confident but I try. My mom vetoed only two of the theories I discussed with her and she’s brutally honest, so that’s something, at least.

That said, I’ll start with the basics. 

The Episode guide

6x09 - What you take with you

UNLIKELY COMPANIONS - Bellamy must venture out into enemy territory with an unlikely companion. Meanwhile, Octavia is forced to confront her past.

This is also the title of the biography of Therese Greenwood about wildfires that destroy an entire community in Canada causing its inhabitants to flee to safety.

A snippet from Rich Malloy’s article ‘What’s In There? Only What You Take With You’ about Yoda’s teachings to Luke Skywalker in the cave. “As we move through life, facing challenges, enjoying moments, getting excited, or being calm, how we are in that moment depends on what we take with us. Did you get blindsided by a difficult conversation? You faced it with only what you took with you. Did you prepare for the meeting? You faced it with only what you took with you. Each day we have new caves to enter with unknown challenges to face, and we do so with only what we take with us.”

6x10 - Matryoshka

REUNITED – Russel seeks justice. Meanwhile, Gabriel must make a difficult choice. Lastly, the Blake siblings reunite

The following was taken from Kerry Kubilius’s article: The Origin of the Matryoshka, Russian Nesting Dolls

A matryoshka (plural: matryoshki) is a Russian nesting doll, and they are often simply called nesting dolls. It's pronounced mah-tree-YOSH-kah. These dolls open to reveal increasingly smaller versions of the same doll, one within another. The dolls can be pulled apart in the middle to reveal the next smallest doll, with the smallest doll being made of a solid piece of wood.

6x11 - Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes is a British crime drama series, serving as the sequel to Life On Mars. The series tells the story of Alex Drake (played by Keeley Hawes), a police officer in service with the London Metropolitan Police, who is shot in 2008 by a man called Arthur Layton and inexplicably regains consciousness in 1981.

"Ashes to Ashes" is a song written and recorded by David Bowie. Described as "containing more messages per second" than any single released in 1980, the song also included the plaintive reflection:

I've never done good things

I've never done bad things

I never did anything out of the blue

Instead of a hippie astronaut who casually slips the bonds of a crass and material world to journey beyond the stars, the song describes Major Tom as a "junkie, strung out in heaven's high, hitting an all-time low". 

'Ashes to ashes' derives from the English Burial Service. The text of that service is adapted from the Biblical text, Genesis 3:19 (King James Version):

“In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.”

6x12 - Adjustment Protocol

Adjustment - a small alteration or movement made to achieve a desired fit, appearance, or result

Protocol - the official procedure or system of rules governing affairs of state or diplomatic occasions

6x13 - The Blood of Sanctum

Fire. Blood. Romance. Death. A glorious return. A shocking end that will change everything forever.

Blood Sanctum is a combat anomaly that can be found in null security space with Blood Raiders presence.

Blood globally represents life itself, as the element of divine life that functions within the human body. ... Blood and WINE are interchangeable symbols; in Chinese symbolism, blood and WATER are associated as complementaries, as THE YIN AND THE YANG. The term cold blood refers to unfeeling.

I’ll get into more details below but what I take from all of this is that the primes cannot continue to cheat death and that time dilation will play a big part in the series. Either in the current season or the next. 

Aboard the Eligius ship

Indra is back! Yes! I’ve called out to this awesome warrior in almost every analysis and finally, someone heard me. Kane will most certainly be less than pleased with his new body, but while he has it, he might as well put it to good use.

We’ve seen Abby’s downward spiral season after season, episode after episode, yet Kane’s transformation might be an all-time low. It’s known of drug addicts to purposefully re-invent themselves after hitting rock bottom. Abby Griffin stopped the pills and then focused all her energy on saving the man she loves, whose death was ultimately a subject of her addiction. 

He will certainly try and find a way to punish her for the selfishness and simultaneously rescue her from the compulsive behavior - he does still love her. How? By finding a way to undo what she did. They do not know how the mind-wipes work exactly. Kane would want to give Gavin his body back. So, if there’s a way, he’d want Abby to find it.

I don’t know if I’ll get used to Kane II. When I see Kane, I see Henry Ian Cusick. That body looked pretty dead to me but there might be a minuscule chance to save him. 

Kane’s new peaceful outlook will not involve killing the primes, but saving their hosts and protecting Sanctum. This is probably what he will conspire with Indra and Raven. Yeah, I doubt that plan will play out as they hope. Simone is still on that ship and will make life hard for them. 

Leaning on the Matryoshka themed episode, with the last of the dolls being a simple piece of wood. They’ve lived so many lives and come to see themselves as superior, that they’ve become cold and hollow through the centuries. Willing to do whatever it takes to maintain their immortality and power. Another fact, the dolls are all replicas, meaning Josephine must have matured into who she is by some sort of example from her parents. 

Daytrip 2.0 featuring Bellamy and Josephine

Bellamy is in for a bumpy ride in the woods. The sociopath will break him down and torture him to break free. My guess, she’ll use the betrayal tactic. Telling him that Clarke never really loved him, that she has always used him. That he wasn’t even in her mind when she took a peek. Only Lexa, Finn and Madi. She’ll try to make him believe that he’s not important to Clarke and that he should let her go.

We’ve seen some guy kill himself for Josie and Gabriel can’t shake her either, she’s clearly a master seductress. As a last resort, she might use these tactics to try and win Bellamy over. Make him fall for her using the body of the woman he loves? I’m not saying he’ll give into it, but hell it might be hard to resist. This will all be while watching her deteriorate.  

Reverting to the ‘what you take with you’ theme, how will he act in lieu of this information? Clarke apologized but does she really care? In season two she told him he should risk his life and go into Mount Weather, then left him in the end. In season three she chose to stay in Polis when he begged her to come home. In season five she left him to die in a fighting pit. They’ll have to sleep somewhere in the woods, perhaps Clarke finds another way to reach out to him.

When they reach their destination, Gabriel’s tough decision will obviously be Clarke or Josephine and when he saves Clarke, does he destroy Josephine? I doubt it. It won’t be the last we see of her. Octavia will beg him to save Clarke for her brother’s sake. This will somehow lead to peace between the siblings. She has A LOT to make up for, but it’s a start.

The Anomaly

A temporal anomaly is a disruption in the spacetime continuum which can be related to time travel. Temporal anomalies can take many forms and have many different effects, including temporal reversion, the creation of alternate timelines, and fracturing a vessel into different time periods.

The Octavia that returned looks like a younger version of herself. She may have lost her memories and be attacked by them once she takes a nap in the same way Clarke took a trip down memory lane. That is surely a night of terrors, reliving the Bloodreina phase. How will Bellamy react to this? 

Gabriel might see this as an opportunity to save both Clarke and the original Josephine. If it reversed Octavia’s age, won’t it do the same for them? They’re both in there, perhaps they can come out as younger versions of themselves? It fits into the Matryoshka theme.

The anomaly also picks up the soundwaves, implicating that they might have a way to contact the Eligius ship to collect them.

The synopsis of the finale states there will be a glorious return. I believe this is Diyoza coming back from the future, with Hope. Both her child and the abstract noun. If we’re going full-on time travel in season 7, she might contain the secret of how to stop the first Apocolypse. This is crazy, I know, if it’s where they’re headed, it will only happen in the series finale.

Sanctum’s blood

Russel will find Madi guilty for her attack. Maybe Jordan will explain that it’s not her actions, but the dark commander in her head which will lead to a painful exploration of the flame and perhaps even the destruction thereof. Although it seems like the writers are hesitant to let go.

Like I said in my previous analysis, Jade will turn on them and team up with Echo and Ryker to take them down from the inside. Unfortunately, there’s no way to communicate with the ship. Russel already said they’ll save Jordan’s life. If Ryker and Jordan can convince Priya, she might switch sides as well. 

Murphy is a bit of a conundrum. I still think those chips exist for a reason, yet Emori, the hero of the previous episode, convinced him that dying is an option. That she’ll love him forever even if the end is near. 

Anyway, Bellamy will most likely follow Kane’s plan with a bit more force aka guns and manpower. They’ll enter Sanctum to take out the primes but will ultimately walk into a war and have to fight it. 

Who’s on my deathdar?

Madi - Russel wants revenge. If he tries to take out the flame without the necessary knowledge, it might result in Madi’s death

Murphy and Emori - Their story is trudging dangerously close to happily ever after and that’s never a good sign on this show. Emori has also shown some great strength and character development. This might be the end for one or both of them if they don’t co-operate with Russel.

Gaia - She’s been outcasted to the dangerous woods, not sure how this will end when another eclipse appears.

Russel, Simone, and the other prime chips - Bellamy and his army might have to face countless tribulations to succeed but I believe they will eventually take them out.

Kane - If Abby doesn’t find a way to save his original body, I think he’s a goner.

The romance section

Right now there’s not much romance except for Memori, and that one scares me because it’s bittersweet. Remember the Marper moment in 5x08 where Monty asked Harper if she’ll still love him even if he’s just a farmer? This is following right in their footsteps.

Is Becho dead or alive? I’ve been called misogynistic and typical based on my Becho views but I’m not blind. I do not watch this show with shipper goggles. For a long time, I even thought Becho to be endgame. What in this season so far has broadcasted their relationship except for a sweet moment after Bellamy apologized for calling her an emotionless spy. 

What I think we might get a hint of is Jade and Echo based on what Tasya Teles said. Apparently, her favorite dynamic is between Echo and a new character. On another occasion, she said that Echo is bisexual. What would be better than this lesbian, mixed race pairing? They’re two badass female spies who will diminish the false gods from within. Who knows, we might see a spark.

Early on I saw a subtle hint of Raven and Ryker, but that’s on hold for now. It might turn in the future now that we’ve learned Ryker is on Gabriel’s side.

Xatavia or Gatavia - There was a momentary connection. I wrote about it last week, then some people told me they saw it too. I like it. I ship it. Okay, Octavia still has a long way to go within herself before she can pursue relationships with others but she’s making progress and I’m loving her this season. 

Jordan and Delilah/Priya - Perhaps Abby (and Gabriel) can find a way to bring the hosts back. If they can’t, Priya defended him, it might turn into something.

Mackson’s still going strong, I don’t see anything breaking them up.

Kabby is dead, by all means.

Bellarke - I wish I could be as positive about them as I was in my previous posts. What I see on screen, what I’ve watched for six seasons straight is the two of them within every romantic trope in the book. Now, once again, Bellamy is risking everything, leaving everyone behind to save her. People call him out on only caring about her. Bellamy is the one thing in Clarke’s mind she cannot face. He’s also her biggest regret. 

I never thought they’ll go the romantic route with Bellarke this season, Becho is still a couple, yet I banked on a confession of some sorts. I’ve read articles and seen tweets about misinterpretations on-screen which means they’ll remain platonic soulmates, for now. On the other hand, it’s bs. While discussing this with my mom, who does not ship, at all, she asked, “I’m waiting for the Bellarke theory...”

And all I had was Bellamy might head into the anomaly in the end and see this cute kid who makes his debut in the finale. He has the freckles and the hair, maybe it’s Bellarke’s child. But it could just be a young Bellamy. Or not related to him at all. What do you think? If it is, they won’t say it is but he’ll have a role to play in season seven.

Argue with me, I know I’m often wrong. Tell me about your theories, I’d love to hear them. Okay, until next week, bye.

[the--last-great-american-dynasty]

your honor, i love them

If stranger things was a comic (and I was the artist)