Make Algae, Not War

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(tags: @thron3ofbooks, @df3ndyr, @judexcardanxgreenbriar, @art-e-mis, @herondamnn, @the-third-me, @im-still-trying-here, @emikadreams) 

Starfall was quickly approaching and the whole estate was buzzing with activity and preparations for our upcoming party. After witnessing and observing her first Starfall, Elain fell in love with the holiday. Since moving into the estate and coming up with the idea that we hold the festivities here, she took over planning for the event and made every year a grand celebration. In the years prior, it was always Mor and I that arranged some kind of gathering for the Inner Circle and my sisters at the House of Wind, along with the people of Velaris. Admittingly, I was never any good at it—not that I was obligated to, as Rhys pointed out every year. He made sure to remind me that while I was indeed his wife, as High Lady I was under no obligation to plan extravagant and elaborate parties for our court. I wasn’t the prized and pretty Lady that Ianthe and Tamlin previously tried to make me into. Despite this, I grew to actually enjoy planning some of the details of the celebration with Elain every year. Most of the work was orchestrated and run by her; now Mor and I only gladly assisted her.

With Starfall also being my favorite fae holiday, I couldn’t help feeling a little sentimental every year. My first ever had followed the months I was finally beginning to heal from the events of Under the Mountain; it was also the day I realized I was in love with Rhys. It was like an anniversary of sorts, and I knew the same was true for him. To Rhysand, it was the first he was able to celebrate in nearly fifty years with his friends—his family; when he also started to heal. That night, and every night we celebrated Starfall in the last several years, we danced together until all of our other companions cleared out for the evening. The spirits always seemed to join us as they glittered across the night sky and into early dawn. The beauty of it always inspired me to paint, and over the decade I painted a series of portraits and landscapes depicting whatever Starfall memory resurfaced. Some of them were of the sky itself glittering with the spirits; some were of our silhouettes dancing on the balcony with the landscape behind us, and some were of Rhys’s handsome face with the star spirit that had splattered on it. I often dreamt of the way we laughed that night; how I smiled for the first time in months and the look of awe in his face.

Starfall was undoubtedly our holiday.

I was tagged by @iishallbelieve a looonnngg time ago and forgot about it until going through my drafts. Thank you! This was difficult given the amazing bellarke writers. You can check out my ao3 bookmarks for my full rec list.

Favorite One Shot: Don’t make me choose between And Now You’re Home by @asroarke and How To Save A Kingdom by @wellsjahasghost

Favorite Fluff: I read way more angst than fluff but opposites-attract high school bellarke is tooth-rotting amazing in How Do You Say ‘I Love You’ In German? by ao3 user Junia

Favorite Canon Compliant: I don’t read a lot of canon compliant so my fav are canon divergent ones (aka can’t get enough of grounder!bellamy): In My Dreams We Are Always Together by @and-so-we-meet-again

Favorite AU: Of all time? Feels evil to just pick one, but I guess Where The Light Won’t Find You by @asroarke because it really hit home for me given some of my own experiences.

Favorite of All Time: Training Wheels by @bettsfic

Bonus: I’ll just list some fics that haven’t been updated in a hot sec but I’m dying for more (for real no pressure though!):

[Not So] Accidental Babies by @ktanansi

wrong words seem to rhyme by ao3 user FelicisQuill2

falling into me by ao3 user her_black_tights

Shelter Me by ao3 user persephades

Baby Mine by ao3 user stumblesun

Love Brings You Home by @insideimfeelinpurrdy

Because what are rules, adding a few more categories:

Favorite Angst: Lose You Too by @eyessharpweaponshot

Favorite Smut: This is turning into an @asroarke fan post but Sugar, because I drop everything to read an update for this fic.

Favorite Slow Burn: Long Before I Knew by ao3 user ilovenutella99 is the slowest of burns but this fic is so damn satisfying.

Anyways what I really want to do is just link my entire bookmarks page bc there’s so many amazing fics, so I encourage you all to just do that.

A Bellarke Knives Out Au in which Kane is probably Benoit Blanc, Clarke might be Ransom Drysdale, Bellamy is definitely Marta Cabrara, Dante was Harlan Thrombey, and like Detective Elliot, Miller is just along for the ride.

Written for @bellarkejanuaryjoy Day 29 and dedicated to @marauders-groupie and @woodswit who were the best sounding boards and cheerleaders and are the reasons this fic exists in any way, shape, or form.

When Bellamy walks into the Mt. Weather police station again, where he has been far too many times in far too few days, he is tired. The kind of tired that starts in your bones and slowly leeches into your soul. He has a migraine that feels like it originated in his prefrontal cortex, and he genuinely can’t remember the last time he felt like he could breathe normally or wasn’t on the verge of puking.   He’s led into an interview room in the back and when he enters he stops short. Marcus Kane, the self-proclaimed “last of the gentleman sleuths,” is perched on the corner of the table, posing dramatically as always. And sitting in a chair next to him is Clarke. Despite being arrested over 48 hours ago, she isn’t wearing handcuffs or an orange jumpsuit. Damn it must be nice to be a rich white girl. She’s just wearing a regular button-down shirt and jeans, and that small smirk that always made him want to kiss her. There’s something softer about it now though, he hates how much that just makes him want to kiss it off her even more. Detective Miller motions for Bellamy to sit down in the chair across from Clarke. He does so without looking at Clarke or saying anything, just glaring down at the table so he doesn’t do something stupid like cry.

“You’re probably wondering why we’ve called you back here…” Miller starts.

“Oh, I’m wondering about a lot of things.” Bellamy shoots back at him.

Miller just snorts and looks over at Kane, “I’ll let you take it from here.”

Kane pulls out the pipe he carries around with him and starts to pack it. Bellamy can feel his scowl deepening, who the fuck even carries a pipe anymore?

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Cancer sun, aries moon

➕Strong sense of justice

➕Trustworthy

➕Restless

➕Empathetic

➕Competitive

➕Quick to calm down

➕Sure-minded

➕Independent

Hello loves,

A very happy holiday season to everyone who celebrates, and all the happiness to those who don’t. Where has this year gone? I feel as though it went by even faster than usual. This year has been difficult, for me, but there’s been a lot of nice changes as well!

As some already know, I’ve been struggling with depression for a long time now. It started about ten years ago, and twisted who I knew I was, into someone else. It seemed like it was thing after another. I was doing horrible in university, and I got diagnosed with endometriosis and adenomyosis. Soon after, they found a large cyst which wouldn’t stop growing. I had surgery, and luckily, it was benign. I stopped being able to find happiness in things. I wasn’t excited about anything. I didn’t feel anything. Terrible things would happen to me and I just let it. Eventually, I stopped getting out of bed, for days at a time. I barely ate, and if I did, it was a binge. I stopped taking care of myself, stopped reaching out to friends, and badly isolated myself. If I did feel anything, it was misery. I could write about such happy things, but I never felt it myself.

I was going to commit suicide this year. I didn’t want to do this anymore. I had a letter written, and I had a plan. I was stepping out the door to kill myself when a friend sent me a message. It wasn’t anything important. It was just a simple “how are you?” I broke down on the front step of my house. My SO came home shortly after, and I surrendered my suicide letter to them.

My doctor was very understanding and we figured out the medication that I needed, and I was given a therapist. It took me ten years to finally ask for help. I had more surgery to remove cysts, have the walls of my uterus scraped, and my endometriosis cauterized. Medication has helped keep me steady, while the therapy helped me cope better. I can laugh now, without forcing it because it’s expected. I can smile and that smile is a real one. I can cry now. Even on the days when I slip back, when all of it feels for naught, I can cry and I know there’s change because of it.

I’ve gone no-contact with the entirety of my family. I grew up in an abusive household. I left the moment I could, but of course it all stays with you. That unfortunate baggage… which never stopped being added to. I changed the locks on my house. I blocked their numbers, their emails. What messages do get through are filled with vitriol and hate. If they show up at my home, I’ll be calling the police before they can lay their hands on me. It was past time that I started standing up for myself. Instead of being afraid, passive, beaten. It’s not easy, of course it’s not. That’s my mom and dad. I’ve stopped trying to hold on for those fleeting moments of good, but it doesn’t mean I don’t still want them. Unfortunately, that’s just not an option.

So this Christmas, I’ll be spending it with people who love me. Instead of spending it with people where love had conditions, strict rules. It’s taken me too long to get here, but I am glad I’m here.

I’m glad you’re here too.

All my love,

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