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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The 100 (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, John Murphy (The 100)
Additional Tags: Clarke Griffin & John Murphy Friendship, I love a good clurphy friendship, Friends to Lovers, inspired by all your exes, Bellarke
Summary:
Clarke is Bellamy's girlfriend, and she doesn't think she can feel happier, but one night out with their friends, they run into his exes, and she's reminded of the fact she was once his best friend before she became his partner which meant she knows all the details of his previous relationships.
I need help finding a bellarke fanfic. I remember it starts with Clarke and Raven in a bathroom, and Clarke is crying and confessing her feelings about Bellamy, but little does she know that Echo is in one of bathroom stalls and hears everything.
Summary: Nothing seems to be going right for Clarke Griffin. She graduated from art school and can't find any work, so she's been working in a garden shop for the last couple of years. She’s fallen into a routine that is anything but healthy. But things seem to change for her when the Blake siblings come into her life.
Clarke’s head was already pounding, and she hadn’t even opened her eyes. If she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t even sure where she was. There was a bar and a few too many beers mixed with too many shots and a hot bartender serving them, and she was pretty sure she closed out the bar to go home with said bartender—to have great sex but to also have a place to sleep for the night.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she pushes herself up and against the wall, holding the bedsheet to her bare chest, and the movement only made the throbbing in her head all that much worse. She waited for the room to stop spinning to search for her phone, to find it laying on the bedside table on top of a note she was assuming was meant for her.
I tried to wake you but you were out cold and I had work.
But I had a lot of fun last night maybe we could do it again.
-Niylah
So, that what was her name.
Niylah had scribbled her number under her name, and Clarke knew she wouldn’t call. Not unless she was desperate for a place to sleep. She tried to be as detached from people as possible. It wasn’t always like that, but after she lost more than a piece of herself, it seemed like it was the easiest way to go through life. Before she could harp on it too much, she cleaned herself up in the bathroom and said an awkward goodbye to the back of whom she assumed was Niylah’s roommate and hurried out the door in hopes of making it to work on time, even though Clarke was pretty sure she was going to be late.
Anyone mildly came to terms with Bellamy’s death but knowing tomorrow is show day and we aren’t gonna see him has you feeling sad all over again like it just happened? Because same.
I’ll admit I’ve never been affected by a characters death that I couldn’t shake off after an hour or so or been really invested in a show (I lied I was way deep into Girl Meets World), but Bellamy’s death kind of messed with my head to the point where I’ve felt like it affected me mentally and emotionally. I found solace in the 100, the characters, and the ships (mainly Bellarke), and now it’s like I can’t find enjoyment in something that brought me joy because of the shit show that is season 7. (This means I can’t really watch the show or edits or read fanfic at the moment, and I was looking forward to watching the entire series once the last season was added to Netflix.)
BUT!
I have started reading the novels by Kass Morgan since watching last week’s episode, and if anyone is feeling the same way I am, I suggest turning to the books. Especially if you liked Wells because he’s a main character, and I’m loving it because I loved Wells in the show. Anyways, this is where the characters that we loved originated from, and it shows us who the characters are and what they are to each other, and it helps with the disaster that Jason Rothenberg has given us.
Someone pls write a bellarke fic where Clarke is just fine after Bellamy’s death until she’s discussing a plan with Raven and the others, in which they’re telling her it’s a bad plan but she just replies “it’s the only choice”. She stops talking immediately and everyone can tell that something just happened because she looks kind of broken but they don’t understand, and all of the sudden she’s whispering only choice over and over until she’s on the floor and she can’t breathe because it’s an oxymoron, and wow she loved Bellamy, and now he’s gone, and she can’t breathe.
I don’t know what you had in mind, but I couldn’t sleep so I thought I write a little something.
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Clarke’s world was still spinning with the revelation of Bellamy’s death, and the last thing she was wanted to be doing was helping the people who were responsible for it. But it wasn’t about what she wanted, it was about what was best for her people and keeping everyone she now has left safe. And, that’s what was going through her head when she lied to Cadogan about his assumption that she still hosted the flame. It was the only leveraged she had, so the fact that it was destroyed would have to stay hidden.
“Clarke.”
She looked up at the sound of her name only to notice that all of her friends were looking at her, but she was fine. She had to be. There wasn’t time to grieve, not now, not until everyone she loved was safe. Before they all stepped into the anomaly she said she wasn’t going to lose anyone else, but she just lost the most important person to her next to Madi. So, her priority was getting everyone to safety.
It was the only thing keeping her going.
The reality of things was these people needed something from her, and Clarke latched onto that as she tried to come up with a plan to get her people back to Sanctum with everyone else because it was the only thing that mattered, and it’s what Bellamy would have wanted.
But it always came back down to impossible choices, and the only thing Clarke could think to do was surrender to Cadogan with the condition that all of her people be let go, hoping to buy them enough time to get the radiation shield up and prepare everyone for when the people on Bardo found out she had been lying. But as soon as she voiced her plan to her friends, there was a ricochet of protests but no other ideas were offered.
“It’s the only choice!” Clarke all but shouted.
It was as soon as the words left her mouth that any composure that Clarke had over her emotions left her body.
“Only choice,” she whispered to herself. Clarke closed her eyes, and there Bellamy was, standing in front of her.
For a moment, she was back in Becca’s lab moments before Praimfaya. It was the end of the world, yet she and Bellamy were talking about something as trivial as oxymorons. But to Clarke, it held a moment with Bellamy that was anything but meaningless. Not when Bellamy was wiping away sweat from her forehead and making some lame jest about cold sweat being an oxymoron too, and not when if she focused hard enough she could still feel the brush of his fingers against her skin.
Everything about that moment was seared into her memory the way any memory involving Bellamy was, but especially this one because she was saying goodbye to him with no hope of ever seeing him again. It was why she told him to use his head along with his brain because he had a tendency to throw caution to the wind. But then he told her that’s why he had her, and they were planning to spend five years in space together, but she now knew how that would turn out.
But it was in this instance, living in a world where Bellamy no longer existed, that the head and the heart took on an entirely different meaning. Clarke knew Bellamy was the heart because he was gallant and compassionate, but it took him leaving this world for Clarke to grasp the palpable concept of what labeling Bellamy the heart meant.
Because hearing the words Bellamy’s dead felt like her heart was torn from her chest, and she had no idea how to continue living. In essence, Bellamy was the heart, but it came crashing down on Clarke that he was so much more than that. To everyone who knew of the heart and the head mantra, Bellamy was the heart because he acted first without thinking of the consequences, but to Clarke, he was her heart, and one of the main reasons she wanted to live.
At the realization, her eyes shot open and tears flooded her eyes. She looked to friends to find that all of their eyes were already on her, but she didn’t have time to read their reactions because she was trying to catch her breath because all of a sudden it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room, and she was losing her grip on reality.
It wasn’t until she felt the touch of someone grabbing her shoulder that she saw Raven standing in front of her.
“He’s gone, Raven,” Clarke said as tears raced down her cheeks.
“I know,” Raven said through her own tears.
With even more confirmation of Bellamy’s death, a sob raked through Clarke’s body that she tried to hold back, and it was in that instant that Raven stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Clarke and whispered, “it’s okay to break, Clarke. I got you.”
Clarke held onto Raven because she needed something to ground her because she no longer had the one person that kept her centered. Clarke had no idea how she was going to continue on, not when her heart when the heart that walked outside her body was no longer beating.
“Bellamy’s gone,” Clarke sobbed, and this time she didn’t hold anything back.
Okay, so I’m looking for a fic. I have no idea if I’m remembering right though. I think it’s Bellamy that has the ability to bring someone back to life by touching them, but he can never touch them again because they’ll die. And that’s all I really remember. Help me please!
Its been a while since I’ve done an update so here it goes
At this point I am 3 years into my Hormone Replacement Therapy. I’m thriving.
These pictures were taken days apart and I am 3 and a half years into my medical transition (The picture on the right was also posted by Instagram on all their major social media handles attached with an interview I did with them for International Women’s Month)
During this time I was 4 years into HRT. Clearly living for it.
I am currently 4 and a half years into HRT, 5 years into socially transitioning, 6 years into when i first came out to my community around me and I’m loving life more than I ever thought I would.
Today is my 6 years on HRT! Half a dozen years seems like it went by a lot faster than i thought it would but I’m so grateful for the place that I’m in both with my appearance and my perception of myself. I feel a confidence I never thought I could achieve.
a black woman named zoe amira posted a video on youtube. this video is an hour long and filled with art and music from black creators. it has a ton of ads, and in result will rack up a ton of revenue. 100% of the ad revenue from the video will be dispersed between various blm organizations, including bail-out funds for protesters. it will be split between the following, dependent on necessity
brooklyn bail fund
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atlanta action network
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chicago bond
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the bail project inc
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blacklivesmatter.com
reclaim the block
aclu
turn off your adblocker and put the video on repeat. do not skip ads. let it play on loop whether you’re listening or not. mute the tab if you need to focus elsewhere. but let. it. play.
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please, please reblog. for people who don’t have money to spare, this is incredibly important information to have.
being apolitical is being complicit. being silent is being complicit. being indifferent is being complicit. black lives matter. black lives matter. black lives matter.
i understand that not everyone can donate rn even if they really wanted to. i myself am currently unemployed and cannot donate much more than i already have atm !! not donating is okay - pls don’t feel guilty if you do not have the means to do so.
if donating is not a possibility right now, ive found this 1 hour video you can watch on youtube where all proceeds from the ad revenue will go to an organization to help the cause (more info in the video’s description). op has compiled songs and art from Black artists to listen to. you can leave it on to play in the background or plug in earphones and go about your business as usual. it can’t get more simple than that.
as a fandom that’s known to mass stream, it would be amazing if you could channel that energy into watching this video !!!!!
