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acting on camera.

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you're welcome

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The Order - Hamish x Reader

Name: And You Are - Part 1

Show: The Order

Words: 672

Ship: Hamish x Reader

You were already running late to class when, low and behold, you tripped over a slightly raised paving stone just off campus. Your book bag didn’t remotely cushion your fall and the sound of your phone skidding away from you was deafening.

“I fucking hate Tuesdays,” you groaned, taking a moment to process what had happened before you even thought of making an attempt to get up. What did it matter anyway? You were late, again. Your professor would make some dick comment, again. Everyone in class would side-eye you like a failure sign followed you around, again. Whoever told you that college would be great was a fucking liar. All you’d received so far were lousy grades and anxiety.

“Are you alright?” A deep voice asked in an accent unlike your own. They sounded concerned and amused, both of which irritated you further.

“Oh sure,” you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “This is just part of my morning routine.”

“An odd way to familiarise yourself with campus, I suppose, but I’m quite the advocate for oddities. Do you mind if I join you?” Before you could question anything about them, the stranger was already lying down next to you, and now you could see the way he imitated your position on the ground. “Does the bag beneath you offer more experience or am I alright to do without? I don’t have one on me, you see.” Who even was this guy? You’d never seen him around before, that was for certain.

“Who are you?” You asked, ignoring his pursuits to imitate your discomfort.

“Hamish, and you are?”

“Confused as to what the hell you’re doing.”

“A most unusual name,” he retorted with a smile. You weren’t sure how to respond to that, momentarily distracted by how incredibly blue his eyes were. He stared back at you, the smile unwavering, and if you hadn’t been so self-conscious, you might have laid there with him a hell of a lot longer. You turned your head away and helped yourself up off of the ground, and your book bag, of course, and retrieved your now broken phone while Hamish got to his feet too.

“Fuck’s sake,” you muttered. Hamish handed you the strap of your bag and you hesitated, confused as to his entire presence. “What’re you doing here?”

“That’s a tale I’ll have to tell you another time,” he said. “You were in a hurry,” he said and gestured to the gate you were on route to pass through.

“Shit.” You took the bag without so much as a thank you and took off. Your phone could wait till later. As if good fortune had prevailed, you managed to make it to class without any further incidents--and--Professor Krowchuk wasn’t in yet.

“You look… ruffled,” Margaret, the woman who always wore bright sweaters, said from her usual seat on the left of  you. The tables were set out in the shape of a horseshoe and there was 27 of you in total, all with their own assigned seat - hence why it was always so obvious that you were late.

“Where’s Professor Krowchuk?” You asked, hoping you didn’t sound too pleased he wasn’t there.

“No idea. Apparently there’s a sub in this morning,” she replied, looking down her nose at you while you took out your philosophy book. “Hamish, I think they called him.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” you muttered just before the classroom door shut. You turned to see Hamish sauntering towards Professor Krowchuk’s desk, his hands in his pockets, a smile playing on his lips as he watched you gape at him. Many questions crossed your mind at once but instead of asking one, you sighed loudly and sat down; too overwhelmed by the day enough to try and make sense of it.

“I am Professor Duke, you can call me Hamish. I’ll be filling in for Krowchuk. Open your books to page 241, it should bring you to the section on David Hume.”

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The Order - Hamish x Reader

Name: And You Are - Part 2

Show: The Order

Words: 930

Ship: Hamish x Reader

Class was surprisingly more interesting and far easier for you to understand with Hamish teaching it, you were rather disappointed that it wouldn’t become an every week occurrence. It was getting close to the bell when a knock at the door distracted you from the lull of Hamish’s speech on True Identity. When he stepped out into the hall, your classmates began talking amongst themselves but something… something you couldn’t quite understand, something in your gut, told you that something bad was about to happen.

You were startled by a loud bang, like a large object hitting a locker, and stood to attention; unsure about what you were ready for but… but you were ready. When Hamish leaned back in through the door, pain written across his face, you found yourself already packing your books away; fixated.

He said something about seeing you all next week but that couldn’t be right, he was a sub, wasn’t he? Would Professor Krowchuk not be returning? What was wrong with him? None of the students around you seemed remotely bothered about Hamish’s early leave, not even Margaret. You left as quickly as you could, pushing your way past Simon and Isaiah, only to stop outside the classroom door.

“Woah, what the hell happened to that?” Simon asked loudly, staring at the dented locker across from you.

“Some amount of force, I can tell you that,” Isaiah said and laughed. “Out of the way, late-a-lot.” You scowled at the nickname and took off. Hamish couldn’t have gotten too far away and you were determined to help him, the reasons eluding you.

After twenty minutes of checking classrooms and the cafeteria, you slumped down on a bench outside. The tension in your shoulders told you that you needed to let it go. What would you even say if you found him? ‘Just wanted to make sure you didn’t bail on class for a totally normal reason.’ Hell, he could have IBS or something; that can be pretty painful and come on fast, and he probably wouldn’t appreciate having to tell you that. After all, you were barely even acquaintances. You sighed and let your head fall back into an uncomfortable position. Perhaps a nap was needed - an understatement of the century.

“Pst.”

Your eyebrows drew together and you looked up, then looked left, and then looked right.

“Pst.” Behind you. You awkwardly twisted on the bench and saw the school mascot hunched over, clutching its side. When whoever it was saw they had your attention, they thrust their wolf head to the side in gesture. What the hell, right? Your day was already weird, and  that something told you that you’d regret not following the mascot away. You still kept your distance, wary of it all being some elaborate prank to humiliate you. It wasn’t until the both of you were hidden behind the library building, trampling college property plants, that the mascot took their wolf head off.

“Hamish? What the hell?” Hamish blew out deep breaths and grunted before he slid to the ground, his face contorted in agony. You squatted down beside him. “What can I do? What’s wrong?”

“I have to get home,” he said through his teeth. “My...my friends, they’re waiting for me.”

“You look hurt, I should call an ambulance,” you replied and pulled out your phone, only to be reminded that it was totalled.

“No. No, I need you to help me get home, that’s all.” It seemed like a pretty odd request given you had no idea where he lived, what was wrong with him, and why in the hell he was wearing the college mascot costume.

“Where’s home?” You asked as you helped Hamish to his feet, one of his arms hung over you to steady himself. “Damn, you’re heavy.” He snorted but had nothing further to say before he put the wolf head back on. “What’s with the costume?”

“Later,” was all you got. Hamish only spoke again when he was giving you directions to his house which took you both about 15 minutes to walk to what with him hobbling and you struggling to carry the best part of his weight. You banged on the door once you’d arrived and were relieved to see a girl, about your age, open the door.

“Who the fuck are you?” She asked with a glare, pulling Hamish inside so that she could help him to the sofa. She obviously knew you were coming, no… not you, she knew Hamish was coming. But how? You weren’t sure what to say as you followed her, feeling incredibly unwelcome. Hamish managed to get the wolf head off again just as another person, a boy, strode into the room.

“Who’s this?” He asked, the question not directed at you.

“She needs to leave,” Hamish breathed out, almost sounding bad about it but not enough to quell the irritation now burning up  inside of you.

“You heard him, get out,” the girl ordered. You and Hamish regarded one another, and in his defence, he didn’t look all too pleased but you could tell… tell he wanted you to get out as well. You rolled your eyes, beyond frustrated, and left the house; slamming the door behind yourself. He could have, at least, thanked you. He could have, at least, told you what had happened. He could have, at least, let you stay to make sure he was alright. But fuck him, right? He just needed you to get him home, your responsibility was over. Now you could get some sleep. Fuck him.

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"you don't have to worry about airokun finding and raiding your base" -clown to bry

[outside-100]

The 1 0 0, 3

If the booze scene was when I fell in love with Clarke, Atom’s death is when Bellamy does.

Earlier in this episode, Bellamy was full of talk about putting Jasper out of his misery. (Not for Jasper’s sake, unfortunately. He mostly wanted to do it to shut him up so everyone could sleep.) At Clarke’s insistence, Bellamy didn’t kill Jasper.

But in this scene, we see Bellamy faced with killing someone as a moral obligation. And not with a bullet or a bomb or something impersonal. Right up close with a tiny little knife.

Atom is one messed-up dude. His eyes are ruined, and his body is converted with horrible acid burns. He begs Bellamy to kill him. But Bellamy is at a loss. He sends everyone away and clearly intends to kill Atom, but doesn’t really know how.

And along comes Clarke, trained as a healer. She immediately sees that Atom can’t be saved and does what Bellamy can’t—briskly, mercifully, puts an end to Atom’s life. On some level, death is a fundamental part of medicine, and it doesn’t look like this is Clarke’s first involvement with it. There’s no posturing in her actions—she doesn’t want to impress Bellamy by killing Atom, or make herself more powerful. For Clarke, the moment is about Atom and nobody else.

Bellamy’s reaction to Clarke taking control is his best moment so far in this series. He’s grateful and sad and suddenly forced to take stock of his own limitations. His power is in aggression and manipulation, not mercy. He sees just how strong Clarke is, and it changes his opinion of her forever. She’s not an enemy or an adversary; she’s a priceless ally he’ll do anything to keep.

(We’ll give them a pass on a cut to the carotid producing zero blood, shall we?)

[outside-100]

The 1 0 0, 1

Standing under the glittering trees with Clarke, Finn asks: “Do you think this means we're all going to grow two heads?" He's joking about the mutant deer they'd seen that day, but this must have crossed their minds before. All that radiation on Earth is bound to wreak havoc on reoroductive systems, probably leading to a lot of serious birth defects. From what we've seen, the grounder people look okay. Does that mean they're killing babies with physical deformities? Or does it mean that they're sending them off to join the reapers underground? This show could take a truly gruesome turn in season two. What if the mountain men decide they want to improve their breeding stock by taking the girls hostage? The boys wouldn't be much good for this purpose, because sperm are constantly generated and would be immediately affected by the radiation. The girls, on the other hand, were born with a full compliment of eggs away from the radiation. Maybe they'd make babies with fewer genetic problems.