blakebellcmy answered your question “so let’s talk theories y’all i’ve been reading some really good ones...”
bellamy is playing inside man again and clarke is also in on it
i definitely think you’re right about the first part. i just hope that bellamy isn’t taking on the antagonistic role again by being “against” the grounders, or being on pike’s side of the whole thing. the trailer is supposed to ~mislead you so i could very well believe that bellarke is in on the infiltration of the ice nation together but who the hell knows
all i know is that whatever the fuck is happening with the blakes is not ok
okay so i never considered a pokemon crossover for bellarke but i didn't realize i needed it until now. i'm interested in discussing about this w/ you about their types if you feel the desire to write the fic one day!
Holy shit YES I am 100% here for this?! Can you see the Blake siblings as elite four trainers because I know I definitely can
27, 32, 48, 72, and 73! (i love all your bellarke fics, btw)
Ahh, thank you lovely!
27: What’s your opinion on angst?
I’m always 3000% here for angst, tbh, but sandwiched between fluff because most of the shows I watch are painful enough.
32: Anything you’ve thought of writing but haven’t dared?
I have always wanted to write a bellarke/pokemon au mostly because I’ve already put so much thought into what type of trainers they’d be, but this kinda feels like one of those projects which could turn out to be a trainwreck, so. Eh, maybe not.
48: Any genres you’d like to get into but haven’t found the right fic?
Nah, I pretty much read everything.
72: What’s the most unforeseen plot twist you’ve read in a fic?
So I was catching up on The One by the hugely talented @maryam0revna AND I DID NOT SEE THAT LEXA BIT COMING. It was brilliant. (if you haven’t read this fic yet, you probably should because it’s amazing?)
73: What are some cliches you’re tired of reading about?
Uhm, probably the ones where stupid (and usually minor) miscommunications are the be end, end all of relationships. Like?? This just confuses me so much. I mean it can’t be that difficult to talk it out, right?
tagged by @blakebellcmy thank you! not tagging on bc i’m a lazy piece of shit but here goes
LAYER ONE:
THE OUTSIDE | Name: elena | Eye colour: gray | Hair colour: mousy brown | Height: 171 cm| Clothing style: embarrassing or so i’ve heard.
LAYER TWO:
THE INSIDE | Your fears: certain intrusive thoughts coming true. losing certain people. a very painful physical illness that would take too long to kill me. reincarnating as a human. |Your guilty pleasure: sex, fanfic & heavy metal. idek. thanks to my brain chemistry, every pleasure is guilty. not like that stopped me. | Your ambitions for the future: finish translating a book (series) without hating it to pieces or having my brain fall to pieces or both at once
LAYER THREE:
THOUGHTS | Your first thought waking up: fighting whatever nightmare the alarm ripped me from
LAYER FOUR:
WHAT’S BETTER? | Single or group dates: as single as possible. me & my person & a long hike in the woods. no people and signs of civilization in sight until we want a drink | Beauty or brains: *zombie voice* braaaaaaaains |Dogs or cats: both. owned by other people.
LAYER FIVE:
DO YOU… | Lie: *crosses fingers* totally not| Believe in yourself: meh. i believe i exist on a good day | Want someone: yep. since 2007 and hopefully until i die
LAYER SIX:
EVER… | Been on stage: no | Done drugs: just antideps | Changed who you were to fit in: tried & failed lmao
LAYER SEVEN:
FAVORITES | Favorite colors: any blue/green combo | Favorite animals: ducklings | Favorite movie: Life of Brian | Favorite game: used to be HoMM 3
LAYER EIGHT:
AGE: | Day your next birthday will be: may 6th 2016 | How old will you be: 29
blakebellcmy replied to your post:i just really love how the cast of shadowhunters...
isnt this the franchise where this couple were really half-siblings and their dad was satan, also known as valentine? or am i getting my ya stories confused lmao
yeah you’re thinking of the right series but the couple aren’t actually half siblings lool
dear ex boyfriend or ex girlfriend (or anyone, for that matter)
Dear Ex Boyfriend Whatever,
I’m really not sure what to call you and that’s because you were never interested in defining it. And I let you, that’s on me. The one thing I want to tell you now is that I’m so, so happy to be free of you. I know now that you were never who I thought you were, and that we were never who I thought we were, either. The rose colored glasses are off, so to speak. I love how the world looks without them. I tried writing a letter like this before, back when I still had feelings for you. I thought it would help me heal. It didn’t. I’m glad I’m writing it now that I know I didn’t love you, or that I’ve fallen out of love with you. I’m not sure which it is yet. Maybe I’ll figure it out someday.
When I met you, I was weak. I was hundreds of miles away from my friends and family, living completely on my own for the first time. You were a friendly face, and you liked me. It didn’t take you long to tell me that, and I told you I wasn’t interested, that I didn’t want to go there with my only friend in a strange state. Besides, I wasn’t interested in you that way. Not yet.
It took months for that change, I still remember the moment it did. When things were a mess at work and I showed up at your door in tears (I never let anyone see me cry) and a bottle of wine. You talked me down, made me laugh. You were there for me through everything. Thank you. I still do appreciate it. You learned so much about me so quickly. I opened up to you the way I never opened up to anyone. I thought that must be what love is, to get to be with the person who makes you feel the most you. Things escalated after that. I will never forget our first kiss, how much anticipation had built up in those months before it finally happened. I never felt anything like it. I wanted you everywhere. I thought I was going to get to fall completely in love with my best friend. I thought it would be wonderful.
But I moved away soon after, for another job. I’ll never forget the night we said goodbye, you kissed me through my tears, your hands on my hips in your kitchen. You made a joke, like you always did. Kissed my cheek. Sent me out the door before you couldn’t. I held on to you for so long after that, or the idea of you. We stayed in touch, texted. You told me all the things I wanted to hear. For so long, I thought that life would bring us back together eventually. That you loved me. That you wanted me. That I was special.
Well, I am special. But I wasn’t special to you. You saw other girls, which was fine, we weren’t defined. But everytime you did, you disappeared. Then you’d come back. And I let you. I hate that I let you. I flew to see you, and you threw another girl in my face, and then wondered what you did wrong. I let you back in my life after that even. I shouldn’t have. I didn’t do anything wrong. You did. But still, I wanted you so badly. I wanted to hold on to the way you made me feel, of who I was when I was with you. I wanted the promise of us. But it wasn’t a promise, it was a lie.
Eventually, you started really dating someone else. It turned into a serious relationship. Long distance, something you always said you never wanted. When it broke off of ra few days, you came crawling back to me. I finally stood up for myself. I finally told you that I couldn’t live in the grey area anymore, that I needed black or white, friendship or a relationship. No in between. You said you understood. You chose friendship, but I don’t hear from you much anymore. You went back to her a few days later. I wasn’t surprised. And guess what? I’m fine. I’m fine, and that’s the best feeling in the world.
I saw you about a month ago, you were passing through. My friends all told me not to, but I did anyway. And guess what? I didn’t feel a thing. Not even a tiny inkling of the inferno that used to consume me whenever you were around. I am so afraid of losing people, it’s something I struggle with. And I still do miss your friendship sometimes. You were so often such a wonderful friend. Leaving you behind was hard, but it was right.
I don’t miss you. I don’t need you. I’m enough by myself. Someday, I’ll find someone who thinks that, too, in a way you never did. I don’t hate you, but I don’t need you.
tbh when you mentioned wine i can’t stop thinking about your old “about me” page about loving to drink wine, screaming about gale, and screaming about gale while also drinking wine lol i wholly approve tbh
honestly that’s probably the most accurate description of me that ever existed.
