Every Afictionados Best Line Award (Honorable Mention)
The 100 Episode 212: Rubicon by the Afictionados Podcast Network
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Every Afictionados Best Line Award (Honorable Mention)
The 100 Episode 212: Rubicon by the Afictionados Podcast Network
Just realized the character of Jessica Roberts on Yellowjackets is played by the same actress who played Dr. Tsing on The 100, Rekha Sharma.
The 100 rewatch: 2x12 Rubicon
This is a pivotal episode of season 2, in some ways the show as a whole, because it marks the beginning of the gradual destruction of Clarke Griffin’s moral certainty. She has been forced to make tough decisions, but up to this point, she had not crossed the line and done things that felt really morally wrong, such as sacrificing a number of innocent lives. But this show isn’t willing to spare its protagonist and give her easy ways out, and puts her in situations where she is faced with impossibly difficult choices, where she eventually starts doing things that chip away at her soul and make her more and more damaged. This is basically her arc in season 2, in particular. A reference to “crossing the Rubicon”, a fateful decision, feels appropriate: Clarke gets to choose between sticking to her old moral views, and doing everything to save those she cares about, and it’s the same choice she’ll keep on making.
Meanwhile, the Delinquents trapped in Mount Weather make a big decision of their own, to fight back against their captors/killers.
And in the Jaha/Murphy storyline, the B storyline of season 2, which continues separate from the main storyline until season 3, one of my favorite characters is introduced.
Rating: 9.5/10
Something Always Survives by asroarke
“Zeus asked them what they would want, for their hospitality. Their wish was that when one of them died, the other would die at the same time, since they couldn’t imagine living for a moment without each other.”
He heard Clarke’s breath catch slightly, but her eyes never left his. “Zeus complied. And, when they both died, he turned them into a pair of trees, whose branches were elaborately intertwined. So, they would never have to spend a second apart,” he whispered, and he could see the ghost of a smile on Clarke’s lips.
“I think that might be my favorite story,” Clarke whispered, and Bellamy felt his body surge with heat, overwhelmed by how soft and sweet she looked in this moment. She still had the scrape on her forehead, but her hair was mostly covering it. Her blue eyes looked so tender as she looked back at him, and all he wanted to do was touch her pink cheeks with his thumb. That would be enough, he thought.
“Yeah, it’s slowly becoming one of my favorites too,” he confessed, and Clarke looked at him quizzically. “It just used to seem cheesy,” he murmured, closing his eyes for a brief moment.
“You think a lot of good stories are cheesy,” Clarke teased, and he started chuckling slightly.
“I know,” he replied, shaking his head slightly. “And this one definitely isn’t. I just didn’t realize that before.”
They sat there in comfortable silence for a few moments, and Bellamy studied her closely as she fidgeted with her sheet, trying to press out the creases.
“I’d wish for the same thing,” she confessed, and Bellamy swore that for a brief moment his heart stopped.
There were things he and Clarke never said to each other, some secrets they could never truly confess. One of those secrets was deeply terrifying for Bellamy, and he could imagine it was for Clarke as well. But, she might as well have just confessed it.
“Me too,” he replied, and her eyes softened in response. Bellamy had a lot of wishes, especially where Clarke was concerned. He wanted to touch her, to hold her… just once. He wanted more time with her. He wanted to see her paint, to actually be able to see the concepts and skills that she had described in such loving detail. He wanted to see her smile without her feeling any pain or sadness at the same time. He wanted a chance to really love her, in the way that she deserved.
But, above all else, he wanted to never live in a world that she wasn’t in.
Modern Mt. Weather AU inspired by The OA, where Bellamy and Clarke find themselves caged with three strangers as they all struggle to make sense of their captor’s experiments.
read on ao3 here
The Adult Women of The 100
The 100 Meme: [1/1] villain/antagonist --> Lorelei Tsing
"I hope you know... You're all incredibly special to us."
Every Afictionados Best Line Award (Robyn)
The 100 Episode 205: Human Trials
by the Afictionados Podcast Network
Something Always Survives: Chapter Two
Echo’s screams woke Bellamy up again. He blinked a few times, patiently reminding himself not to groan. It wasn’t her fault.
“Echo,” Murphy groaned, and Bellamy pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting up slightly. “Echo, wake up!” Bellamy could hear Echo’s quickened breathing, and hoped that was enough to get her to snap out of it.
After a few minutes of nothing but the sound of Echo’s panicked breathing, he heard her mutter some kind of apology. Bellamy rubbed his eyes as he glanced over at the wall that he and Echo shared.
It was no secret that Echo wasn’t his favorite person here. She had an attitude problem similar to Murphy’s and was only slightly more patient than he was when it came to the other prisoner’s problems. But, Bellamy was trapped with her for now. And, he was determined to try to help her, no matter how many times she turned him away.
Over the years that Bellamy had been trapped here, he had figured out that some parts of his cell were more private than others. He hadn’t ever seen the other cells, but he figured out that they were all wrapped around some kind of generator in the center. Each cell was shaped like a trapezoid, with its side walls bordering two other cells. The corners at the top of the trapezoid were the loudest point, where all five people could hear what was being said there. The other two corners were quieter, where he could really only hear what could be heard on the other side of the wall.
So, he moved toward the quiet corner he shared with Echo, and sat down, pressing his ear to the corner. “You’re okay,” he reassured, and he heard her breath catch.
“Go back to sleep, Bellamy,” Echo growled quietly, and Bellamy heard Murphy let out a loud huff. It was a testament to Cage’s sick sense of humor that he made Echo and Murphy neighbors. Then again, Wells probably wouldn’t have survived being put in between Echo and Murphy. Bellamy wasn’t sure he could either.
“I will. I just want to make sure you’re alright,” he said, biting his tongue to make sure he didn’t say anything to agitate her further.
“Go away,” she snapped, and Bellamy pushed himself up, walking back over to his cot. Then, he realized that he didn’t hear Wells or Clarke stir. He swallowed… because both of them should have woken up to the sound of Echo’s screaming. He moved over toward the other quiet corner, pressing his ear where the two walls met.
“I highly doubt it,” he heard that Clarke girl whisper. It had only been hours since he first interacted with her… he guessed. Although, he had been wrong about how much time had passed before.
“There has to be someone looking for you. What about your parents?” Wells replied. Bellamy bit his lip, feeling a chill as he listened to an all too familiar conversation.
“My dad is dead and my mom thinks I ran away. She won’t find me,” Clarke muttered, and Bellamy’s chest started to ache. There was always a moment when new people were brought in where Bellamy allowed himself to hope that they were smarter than he was. That there was some way to trace them to here, and that they would all be released.
“Maybe a boyfriend?” Wells asked hopefully, and Bellamy wanted to shout at him that he should know better by now to build up the new prisoners’ expectations with these questions. Sure, hope was a necessary tool here… but only in small doses. Anything more and it could kill a person.
“He wouldn’t look for me,” Clarke answered quickly, and Bellamy’s mouth parted like he was going to say something. But, there was nothing he could say to fix the sad words that just flew off Clarke’s lips.
Bellamy had lost count of how many people had gone through Clarke’s cell. Usually, they started out with some hope… saying their parents would find them, or that their friends wouldn’t stop looking until they found them. Then, over the months… if they lived that long…. it would turn into concerns that their loved ones wouldn’t be able to find them.
But, Clarke jumped past all of that in a matter of hours, and said the bleakest thing he had heard from someone this new to imprisonment… that someone she cared about simply would not bother to look for her.
It scared him.
Clarke’s arrival had been unnerving to Bellamy for many reasons. The most important of which was that he knew that Cage had been out of town for a long time, which usually meant that he was hunting for a replacement for his most recently deceased lab rat. This Clarke girl would not have been easy for him to find… otherwise he would have been back much sooner.
The most horrifying moment of Bellamy’s night was when Clarke confirmed the year. It didn’t take him long to do the math, and realize the girl next to him is just a year older than Octavia.
Something Always Survives