#space0bongo

[mhalachai]

space0bongo replied to your post “I am having a much better Hands of Clay writing day than yesterday. 2k...”

Hi, is the story still up on ao3?

yup, here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2143266/chapters/4682211

[insufficient-earth-skills]

space0bongo replied to your post “Thoughts about Monty”

It's possible. But I actually like how the arkadians don't view having babies as the be all and end all to their lives.

You’ve got a point. Me too, actually. When the idea was first proposed in fandom about 10 months ago, I was very sceptic and dismissed the idea. I didn’t warm up to it until last week. The reason I’d want to see it, is because it fits with the idea that they’re building a new world, and need to repopulate the earth. The fact that it could happening before they/we know the earth is safe, adds urgency to the cause. 

It just REALLY bothers me that the birth control implants were mentioned in 3x01 and then ... faded into oblivion. Like, they were in Mount Weather, who scrubbed them clean of everything, even implanted trackers - why wouldn’t we assume they took out their BC implants? Maybe even for some sciency reason? I think it fits. 

[cupcakesandtv]

Thanks friends! I like them! I got them from zenni.com since I needed something cheap.

[zetsubonna]

space0bongo replied to your post: I swear. I am thirty-five years old today. If I...

One day a 17 year old’s going to care enough to change what they find problematic. It happened at my job - one of our 19 year old interns found a way to replace all of the company’s investment analysts and accountants using robotics software. Why did he do this? Because one of the accountants told him exactly what you just did about software engineering, and he was determined to show him up.

Hi.

No.

The 17 year old that set off this response was trying to dissuade people from supporting the ACLU, because they don’t like that the ACLU defends rights for sex offenders (including sex workers but what is nuance) and freedom of speech even for those who use speech in ways that are dangerous and offensive (like American Nazis, but also protesters on the left, because again, NUANCE.)

No.

Look, computer science and accounting are practices that a pair of new and fresh eyes can definitely help and change. I’m not saying that young people never have anything of value to offer to a discourse or conversation. I specifically addressed that I was irritated with the use of the pure/problematic systematic dichotomy enforced by inexperienced young people on this blue hell site, and you chose not to address my ire in context.

Lack of context is exactly what this kid has in their argument against constitutional fucking law.

Democracy and freedom of information is how humanity advances, that is not in question here, however, not everybody’s opinion or judgment is equal in all things. Sometimes, you actually have to fucking study something to understand it.

No.

You are just wrong. Your STEM counterexample has no bearing on the discussion. STEM is facts. Polisci is arcana. Arcane shit requires nuance, and experience is nearly always required to grasp said nuance.

There is no such thing as a 17 year old constitutional law wunderkind. Does not exist. Cannot exist. Not how the legal system works. Said 17 year old is welcome to try their ass off, get into law school, and try to convince a series of successive judges on up to the SCOTUS they have an insight previously undiscovered, but it will not happen at seventeen. It will take years.

TLDR: No.

[hawthornewhisperer]

There are many aus where Clarke has a thing for Bellamy in glasses. Can I please have one where it's the other way around?

This seemed like a good way to write some much needed bellarke fluff.  Enjoy!

“What?” Clarke asked, looking up from her book when Bellamy shut the door to their cabin with a soft chuckle.  “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head, that half smile she loved so much creeping across his face.  “Long day in medical?”

“The longest.  How was the hunt?”

“Three deer and half a dozen birds.  Good haul.”  He toed off his boots and flopped down on their bed.  “Harper twisted her ankle again.”

Clarke sat up a little straighter and laid her bookmark down to mark her spot.  “Should I go?  I can—”

Bellamy stopped her as she reached up to pull off her glasses.  She only needed them for reading and then only in dim light, after all.  “She’s fine.  Your mom was wrapping her up when I left.”  He pushed himself up on an elbow and pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek.  “So stay.  And leave those on.”

“What, my glasses?”

“Yeah, those.”  He kissed the corner of her mouth, and then slid his fingers into her hair to draw her down to him.  “I like it when you wear those.”

“They’re ugly,” Clarke protested even as she dropped her book on the floor.  “And they’re just a reminder that I can’t read in the dark.”

“They’re cute,” he murmured against her lips.  “I like them.”

Clarke rolled and let him settle in the cradle of her hips.   She really didn’t like her glasses very much, but for now, she had to admit, they had their benefits.

[hawthornewhisperer]

Hi, could you please write me Bellamy/Clarke Pride and Prejudice au with a happy ending. Please? I'll do anything.

Inspired by the end of the 2005 movie.

“There you are, Mrs. Blake,” Bellamy purred.

Clarke looked over her shoulder at him, her long blonde braid swinging across her back.  She was wearing only her shift, standing out on the balcony and enjoying the warm June evening.

“Were you looking for me?” she asked, a soft smile on her lips.

“I’m always looking for you,” he replied.  He placed his hands over hers on the rail and rested his chin on top of her head.  The grounds stretched before them, bathed in moonlight.  He still wasn’t used to the sprawling estate of Arkadia— and even less used to the fact that it was now his.  “I had a letter from Octavia,” he told her.

“Are she and Lincoln settled?”

“Settled and happy,” Bellamy replied.  Just a year ago them both being so happy had seemed well out of the realm of possibility— Clarke had conspired to keep Lincoln from Octavia, believing her to be interested in only his money, and Bellamy had hated Clarke with every fiber of his being.

Until Clarke had saved his cousin Raven from making a disastrous mistake by revealing her own broken engagement with Finn.  At great risk to her own reputation Clarke had shown Finn to be false, simply to protect another woman who was nothing to her, and from there began the slow, painful process of Bellamy admitting he’d been wrong about her.  He had assumed her refusal of him at the Green’s ball was because she was insufferable and rich, not uncomfortable around strangers, and she had mistaken his own prejudices for proof that Octavia was not worthy of her best friend’s hand in marriage.

Sometimes, Bellamy thought about what his life might be like if he hadn’t accepted Clarke’s apology, if he hadn’t seen the error of his ways.  He might never have known what it felt like to have her in his arms, or the pure happiness of waking up beside her every morning.  

“Are you happy?” Clarke asked while he nuzzled at the spot just beneath her ear.

“Of course I am, Mrs. Blake.  Are you?”

“I am.  And I like it when you call me that, you know.”

“Why do you think I call you that so often?”

She smiled and tipped her head back for a long, slow kiss.  “I love you, Bellamy,” she murmured against his lips.

“I love you too, Clarke,” he whispered back.

[relenafanel]

space0bongo replied to your post “RelenaFanel and a Writing Update”

Can we have a preview...pretty please?

Sure! If I had it more together with tagging, I would be able to direct you to the previews I've already posted as well.

"You remember my cousin Steve," Brianna mentioned, grinning over the large dinner table at Bucky. It was obvious that she was proud he was her cousin, but Bucky didn’t think that was the reason she looked directly in Bucky’s direction.  "The rest of you, this is my friend Becca and her brother Bucky.  Both nicknames, their parents aren't sadists." 

  Bucky should have noticed that this was more of a family event, and when Brianna said friends and family, Becca was the promised friend.  His sister had told him this would be less awkward, but sitting around the family supper table, Bucky felt acutely aware that he was the outsider.  Things like that hadn’t bothered him, still didn’t on a large scale, truth be told, but it did bother him to be sitting at a table with the guy he ran at least one blog about (that he would admit to, under duress) and family members.

  Why would Becca do this to him?  Speaking of sadists…

  "No, but someone in the family is," Bucky muttered darkly.  Becca kicked him under the table, like the brat she was, while Steve stared at him from across it.   If Bucky had known that supper was going to have him sitting across from Steve, he would have made a bit more effort with his appearance.  He wanted to give Steve something to appreciate if he was forced to stare at Bucky all night.

  For some reason he thought that Steve might already see plenty, and it was freaking him out a little bit.

  (a lot).

  “I enjoy your work,” Rebecca said, grinning.  It was very smooth of her, but then Rebecca wasn’t the one in too deep.  Rebecca wasn't the one who jerked off every night thinking of Captain America getting fucked by Howard Stark (and maybe occasionally gang-banged by the Howling Commandos).

  Fuck his life. 

  Becca wasn't the one who had just learned that Steve Rogers knew her in ways that a stranger shouldn't.

  No, seriously.  Fuck his life.

  Bucky didn’t say anything to Steve.

  There weren't even words for the type of enjoyment he took from Steve's work.  Not ones that should be said out loud, anyway.

  "How about you, Bucky?  Have you watched The Howling Commandos?" Brianna asked.

  Steve gave Bucky an adorably shy glance, curious and tempered with uncertainty.  It was obvious that Brianna had asked because she knew it was something Steve wanted to know.

  "Yeah," Bucky answered, not really sure what to say.  His heart was beating rapidly, not because Steve Rogers was the star of his favorite television show, but because Steve was really earnest and adorable, and hella dateable.

  Hella dateable?  What had his life become?

  And Steve knew him.  It was a potent combination.

  Becca kicked him again, probably because he was staring back at Steve and they were having a blinking contest across the table, except that when two people who were (possibly) into one another stared at each other across the table for an extended period, it wasn’t considered a blinking contest.

  It was something else entirely.

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space0bongo replied to your post: How is Huckleberry Finn racist? The book is about defeating racism through overcoming the functional requisites that perpetuate racism and having the moral courage to break away from the norm, right? I’m genuinely curious in what you have to say.

Racist, true. But black folks living in those days would have felt pretty damn empowered by just reading about a black character even if he was just a stereotype. It’s the Uhura affect. In times of segregation sometimes just being noticed is enough.

This is such a ignorant statement. 

Of course there were probably people who would be happy to be in a book but how many do you think were that happy when they were still getting lynched irl and compared to watermelons and most couldn't fucking read?

I feel like you just romanticized and downplayed a huge chunk of US history and I cannot deal.