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The 100 Season 5 + text posts (again) Part 3/?
the saddest part of s5 of the 100 in my opinion is that everyone has obviously spent six years growing and moving on and some even healing - we see spacekru have grown into a family of sorts and all care for each other, and octavia has grown massively and taken up completely the role of leading wonkru - and clarke has stayed stagnant for six years. of course, she raised her daughter and she loved her and they nurtured their home together - but for six years, she waited and waited for bellamy and spacekru to come back down so that they could get the bunker door open and let humanity start again. and she didn’t even know for sure if they were alive up there. so it’s six years later, and spacekru are back on earth and wonkru are out of the bunker, but everything is different and she fits in nowhere and her home has been taken by prisioners and her own daughter is being used against her. and the sad thing is it was only natural - of course spacekru grew together in her absence and wonkru probably thought she was up there with them - but it’s so sad to see her trying to find her footing with these people again and push for peace after waiting for it for six long years, only to have every mistake she ever made thrown back in her face as she is called weak and then watch her home be blown to pieces after her daughter was shoved into a role of leadership that stole her childhood and ruined any chance of her ever being a kid, which is exactly what clarke was so afraid of.
I’ll stand by the fact that bellarke shippers are wrong about how the ship should have been canon (yes I’m still talking about this show). Don’t get me wrong have a blast shipping them I couldn’t care less but I don’t think they should have been a canon romantic ship. It’s SO MUCH BETTER seeing them being a platonic pair between a man and woman. Romance is already pushed in every show, movie, book, etc (need more aroace and platonic rep in the first place) but especially when there are two characters of the opposite gender that are close. It’s so nice seeing them be so openly close and caring so so much about each other and staying platonic. You can always explore the romantic side through fanfic in the end having a semi-mainstream tv show double, triple, quadruple down on a girl/boy friendship just being platonic is great, sorry!
anti spacekru fanfic??? please
Idk if anyone is still talking about the 100 but does anyone know of any good fanfics where Clarke is actually appreciated by spacekru or where everyone realises how horrible they’ve been to her?
Or even if anyone knows any good clarke and madi centric fanfics?
I will never forgive the 100 directors for not giving us flashbacks into the 6 years in space. Like we had a flashback for everything but never one for them and that fucking sucked. I love rereading fics that centered around spacekru but they are all one shots or never finished so the only thing I can do is suffer or write my own. Which I am but damn 😕.
i'm 100% sure they have some inside joke about calla lilies
💚 Memori
Aaaaand the last prompt, right as the year comes to an end! My 100th published fic, for The 100 :P
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DAY ONE.
“Oh, float me now,” John gagged. “That tasted even worse than I expected, Green.”
He put down his bowl of algae and choked down a wave of nausea. As he looked around, seeing all their expectant faces, he felt himself begin to stumble, out of breath, his vision turning dark, as if the lights had been deemed.
He reached out to knock out Emori’s bowl down. “Don’t- don’t drink-“
“Murphy?” he heard.
“John? John!”
“Oh shit.”
“John? What’s happening? What did you do?!”
He didn’t faint immediately. For what felt like long minutes, John was convinced he was in agony. Set to die in the same wretched place he’d been born, leaving Emori alone amidst its grey walls.
A poor joke, after everything else his short life had thrown at him.
read the rest in ao3.