there is stardust in her veins

@rebelsculs

Although Bellamy had been here for several months now, it was still difficult to not remember everything that he had been through with Clarke, Bellamy  tried not to reminisce, but it was impossible. Although Clarke many times had told him she was proud of him, that did not disperse the pain. Leaving Clarke on the ground was a decision he’d take back in a heart beat, even if it meant leaving the the rest of the spacekru and himself to eminent death. Years ago when they took a day trip in search for supplies, Bellamy never admitted out-loud but a large part of him wanted to take Clarke and run. Even if it meant leaving behind others, much like his subconscious feelings had desired for the last years. But Bellamy could never do that, he couldn’t leave his people.

For Six years , Bellamy had forgotten  how to live and think with his heart, instead he thought with his head, the only way to survive, just as Clarke had said those years ago before they were separated. He had grown close to all of them in space and Bellamy would do anything for his friends, but they were not Clarke Griffin, nobody was. The spacekru had been there for him, and Bellamy needed to remind himself  that when he found Clarke alive. It was easy to put her above everyone, as he had always done. But it couldn’t be like that anymore, which is what made her own decisions more heartbreaking.

Truthfully Bellamy wished he could completely forgive Clarke but he couldn’t.  Madi had told him of the radio calls but  Bellamy could let go of Clarke leaving him in the ring, where he could have died. That anger still stabs at the unhealed wound if he thinks about it long enough. Forgiveness has always been difficult for him. One of the mere reasons, he can’t even look at his sister now. To some extent he still loves her but, too much as happened. There are decisions that Clarke has made in the past that Bellamy did not always agree with but, nonetheless he was still by her side and knowing that did not stand true with her, hurt. Once Earth was destroyed again they were forced into Cyro sleep for over a century.

They had once again reunited a few weeks  back and it certainly did not go as planned, but he tried not to think about it. It did not good. Holidays weren’t really his thing.  There was never time for that, in fact Bellamy can’t even remember celebrating his own birthday.  Maybe one or two times if that. Life had been about survival and these  Earth traditions seemed unavailing and pointless, but nonetheless Crake had a desire to decorate a Christmas tree for whatever reason.

As Bellamy’s built body stood tall, his dark brown hues glance at the green bare tree.   His eyebrow lifted, with the nook of his mouth curling into a smirk. “ And we are doing this why princess?” The perplexed question fell as he looked at box of ornaments  resting on the table. “ I’m  not sure how you convinced me to this” He shook his head, knowing very well how. It was always difficult to say no to her, even when she was being ridiculous or overbearing “ How about we get that drink and we call it even?. “ The  teasing words split from the brim of the male’s mouth.  

Clarke knew Bellamy thought this was a ridiculous idea, she’d known before she’d even broached the topic with him. And it made sense, his lack of excitement for the holiday. It wasn’t as if it was tradition for either of them. Even if it had been, life since the dropship rarely gave them enough time to sit down around a fire for a meal, let alone much else. Life in the midst of war rarely included moments of solitude, and even when it did, Clarke’s solitude had not involved much celebrating, instead they were some of her lowest moments, ones she did not look back on with fondness or longing but with guilt and regret.

And even in those six years apart, years without the bloodshed, time was still spent on survival. Perhaps it was easier in space, once they’d gotten a routine down, but the ground had never been so kind. The Ark had its faults, she would admit, but she would have given anything to be up there with them, even if for just a day. No radiation, no sandstorms; Just them, just a family.

She’d dream of it, sometimes, in the early days. A way to cope, she would later realize. She’d dream of the artificial air, the barren rooms, the hauntingly quiet halls, the less than appetizing meals. But she dreamed of the other stuff, too. Of listening to Raven mutter and curse about things she didn’t understand, but she’d smile because it would remind her of her dad grumbling about his work when she was little. She’d look out at the stars with Monty and Harper, talk about their day as they watched the ground from their window. She’d help Emori and Echo get accustomed to life in space, whether it was aiding them in the med bay with vitamin deficiencies or something as simple as helping them pass the time around the ring. 

She dreamed about him, too. How could she not? He was her best friend, her anchor, her family. Even during those rough times, when he couldn’t bear to look at her for leaving, he was still one of the only reasons she had made it as long as she had. So of course she dreamed of him. She dreamed of hushed meetings in their quarters, sometimes his, sometimes hers, crunching numbers and discussing plans until they fell asleep on one another. She dreamed of the heavy weight of his hand on her shoulder when she looked out the window and thought of her mom, how she left without a goodbye. She dreamed of his arms being the only thing holding her up on her worst days, holding onto him because it was all she could do to keep sane.

Except dreams weren’t real, and as Bellamy’s voice roused her from those thoughts, she was reminded of what was real, and reality never had been that kind. She managed to offer up a small smile at the question. ‘Because, after all this time, after everything we’ve been through, we could use a little hope.’ Clarke responded, voice a little too soft and vulnerable. She cleared her throat, eliminating the traces of longing stuck in her voice. 'There’s eggnog in the kitchen.' Clarke countered, eyes finally finding his. 'I’m not really sure what it is but apparently it’s spiked. Let’s just hope it goes down better than moonshine.’

Running her fingers over the delicate material of the tulle that flared out from her waist, Clarke looked in the mirror. She didn’t see it all, not at once. She noticed how the blue of the dress seemed to be a lighter shade of the blue in her eyes, which the lady at the shop had mentioned. She noticed how the tulle was at once rough and soft, textured but silky. She noticed how the embellishments at the top of the dress disappeared gradually into the tulle, reminding her almost of lily pads in a lake.

She noticed all of these things in a distant sort of way, individual musings rather than a whole concept. It just didn’t feel real, stepping into something so beautiful and delicate, not when the closest thing she could remember wearing was a dress made of scraps and pelts, a far cry from a gown that looked like it belonged in a fairytale.

It didn’t quite feel real until the rhythmic ringing of the doorbell trailed through the apartment, a soft yet sturdy chime that alerted her to a visitor, to what she knew was Bellamy. Up until then it had all felt so ethereal, like a dream. Like tomorrow she’d wake up in a cryopod like nothing ever happened. It wasn’t until that moment, in a dress made for balls and weddings, in a room that wasn’t truly hers, not really, that it felt real.

With that sense of reality came several other senses as well, ones that could all be categorized under overwhelmed. With anxiety, with agitation, with nervousness, with dread. Like her heart began racing a marathon, like someone had wrapped a hand around her throat, like she was swimming and sinking at the same time. Something she hadn’t felt so viscerally since hearing Bellamy’s voice in the grocery store. 

The seconds ticked on, Clarke’s gaze never moving from her reflection, blue eyes frozen as they clouded over, the familiar sense of irrational fear crawling through her body before she could stop it. Heart in her throat, she managed to open her mouth and call out. ‘It’s open, come in!’ Even to her, even with the pounding of her heart in her ears, the voice that left her sounded uneasy and wavering. She just hoped Bellamy wouldn’t recognize the sound through the walls.

betty cooper ( attending with a date )

clarke griffin ( attending with a date )

diana prince ( attending without a date )

sabrina spellman ( attending without a date )

Between school, homework, and her work shifts, Betty barely had time for herself, let alone for anyone else in her life. And she hated it, that feeling in her gut that twisted uncomfortably when she realized how long it’d been since she’d seen her best friend. It wasn’t her fault, she knew that, but guilt still twisted at her stomach. So when Betty finally, finally found a day to herself, she knew exactly what she planned on doing with it. 

That’s how she ended up in her kitchen, smooth music drifting through the apartment, twinkling lights adorning the Christmas tree catching her eye every few minutes. That’s how she ended up with flour up to her elbows and a splotch of batter smeared across her left cheek. That’s how, when the doorbell broke through the gentle tunes flowing through the kitchen, a smile broke across her face, eyes crinkling as she haphazardly attempted to clean off her arms before darting toward the door.

She might have tried to clean up a bit if it were anyone else, or at least change out of her pajamas — a worn in t-shirt and sweatpants that were far too big to be meant for her tiny frame — but as it stood she knew exactly who would be on the other side of that door, the only person she really wanted to be at her door on her day off. The only person she ever really wanted at all, really.

So when the door was finally pulled open, revealing a handsome face and red hair, she only managed to beam up at him for a few seconds before she all but flung herself at him, blonde hair flying as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, her feet leaving the ground in her excitement. She hid her face in his chest, nuzzled her nose against the crook of his shoulder. ‘Arch,’ she managed to murmur, still holding on tight. ‘Missed you.’

BETTY COOPER ( riverdale fandom ) — eighteen, bicurious, currently single with planned future relationship plots.

CLARKE GRIFFIN ( the 100 fandom ) — twenty-three, bisexual, currently single with planned future relationship plots.

DIANA PRINCE ( dceu fandom ) — unknown age, pansexual, currently single and completely unattached at the moment.

SABRINA SPELLMAN ( chilling adventures of sabrina fandom ) — eighteen, heteroflexible, currently single with planned future relationship plots.

          Among the many unfamiliar and incredible things Limbo had to offer, one of those things was the abundance of food – most of which he’d never heard of or gotten to taste, so he was excited to try some of the different foods. He’d glanced at the menu, deciding on something to order, waiting patiently for the waitress, smiling politely when she arrived. “No problem at all, Miss.” About to order a ‘chicken-fried-steak’ thinking that sounded interesting, he opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, remembering an experience his son once had, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. “This is probably a weird request, but do you serve spah-gettee here?”

Betty’s eyes drifted to the man she would be waiting on, no longer distracted by rushing or disgruntled patrons as he responded politely. Betty’s smile brightened, more of her natural smile breaking through her working smile, less practiced and more relieved. Despite herself, an amused laugh bubbled up at his question. Cheeks coloring slightly at her unexpected response ( she wasn’t exactly supposed to laugh at any questions, after all ) Betty offered him another friendly smile, ponytail swinging behind her. ‘We absolutely do. Best spaghetti in town, if I do say so myself.’

@rebelsculs

Although Bellamy had been here for several months now, it was still difficult to not remember everything that he had been through with Clarke .Bellamy  tried not to reminisce, but it was impossible. Although Clarke many times had told him she was proud of him, that did not disperse the pain. Leaving Clarke on the ground was a decision he’d take back in a heart beat, even if it meant leaving the the rest of the spacekru and himself to eminent death. Years ago when they took a day trip in search for supplies, Bellamy never admitted out-loud but a large part of him wanted to take Clarke and run. Even if it meant leaving behind others, much like his subconscious feelings had desired for the last years. But Bellamy could never do that, he couldn’t leave his people. 

 For Six years , Bellamy had forgotten  how to live and think with his heart, instead he thought with his head, the only way to survive, just as Clarke had said those years ago before they were separated. He had grown close to all of them in space and Bellamy would do anything for his friends, but they were not Clarke Griffin, nobody was. The spacekru had been there for him, and Bellamy needed remind himself  that when he found Clarke alive. It was easy to put her above everyone, as he had always done. But it couldn’t be like that anymore, which is what made her own decisions more heartbreaking. 

At first everything was simple. He was reunited with  Clarke and his sister. The two people for  years he had morned the most. In his dreams sometimes he  could envision Clarke’s voice. He wanted to believe she was alive, but how could she be.  Bellamy had accepted her death and  lived for her. He made decisions as he knew Clarke would  want, but when they  they  were forced back onto the ground and Bellamy found Clarke alive again, his world turned upside down. Unresolved feelings, that he still does not know how to handle. That peace didn’t last, once again they were thrusted into another war, only this time it wasn’t against the grounders but emotionally against each other and more importantly against Octavia. Clarke and Bellamy were out of sync for the first time..

Truthfully Bellamy wished he could completely forgive Clarke but he couldn’t.  Madi had told him of the radio calls but  Bellamy could let go of Clarke leaving him in the ring, where he could have died.  Once Earth was destroyed again they were forced into Cyro sleep for over a century. Although Bellamy was still angry with Clarke, when he woke up alone without her, all he has wanted to do for months is find her.  Ensure that she is alright. With the chilled breeze hitting against his cheek, an exhale of air parted from his lips.  His eyes glanced at the coolness of his breath. 

With his feet stepping forward, Bellamy pushed the door open to the grocery store. For the last two weeks he had been eating frozen dinners. His hours had been crazy but with three days off, he figured it was time to restock.  His dark hues noticed the busy aisle, As Bellamy walked down  the produce isle, his feet stopped briefly  with his hues glancing down at the list. After a moment, he  proceeded to walk but his arm clashes into ones shoulder. A heavy sigh parted and just as he was going to speak. Bellamy froze at a sight. 

“Princess” Bellamy spoke in a thick voice.  The words staggered unsteadily, His glance lingered on Clarke for a long moment, not wanting to look away, in fear  that this would be over and the reality  that she wasn’t here would once again surface. It was inconceivable that  he was looking at her, and it  brought slight ease to his mind. Every part of Bellamy wanted to embrace in a hug, but he couldn't 

Betweens shifts at the hospital and trying to schedule in at least four hours of sleep, Clarke still rarely found time to herself to do things like clean or grocery shop. She’d been here several weeks now and could count the amount of times she’d managed to run errands like this on one hand. Though she knew keeping busy was good for her, kept her mind off the things she could not change, it was a stark difference to what her life in Eden had been.

Before Eligius (before the destruction of the planet, before the bunker opened, before Bellamy found her in the dirt with a shock collar around her throat) the valley had been the last scrap of peace left on the ground, where its surroundings were filled with deadly sandstorms, the valley was filled with the last scraps of life (of hope) that the ground had left.

Perhaps that was why she always felt so out of her depth here, aisles and aisles of food from all over the world, places that for all of Clarke’s life hadn’t even existed any more. Even before the ground, even on the Ark, she’d never seen anything like it before. It got easier each time, but she still couldn’t help the thoughts that entered her head unwittingly, how different the berries tasted from Eden, how excited Madi would be to see chocolate bars, how she’d plead with Clarke until she relented and placed it in the basket next to the fruits and vegetables.

Despite herself, the corners of her lips twitched as her fingers ran over the fresh watermelon, imagining Madi trying to stuff the large fruit into the small basket, or just carrying it around like a baby while Clarke finished shopping. She barely had time to push away the faint ache thinking of Madi brought her when she felt something hard and solid against her shoulder, her basket knocking against the large wooden displays holding the produce.

Heart racing at the collision, her hand barely grasped onto the apple that nearly tumbled to the ground, swearing gently as she placed it back on the precarious pile. Waiting to make sure nothing fell, she turned around, mouth moving before her eyes. ‘Sorry, I must not have been—’ The rest of her sentence drowned out as a loud clatter surrounded them, basket slipping from her arms and crashing to the ground. She could feel startled eyes all around her, curious or annoyed, but they felt nothing like the familiar brown eyes gazing back at her.

She’d been without him for months now, a hole in her heart she could convince herself belonged entirely to Madi, but the ache in her chest as her eyes caught sight of dark hair and a scruffy beard proved that there was a space in that hole for Bellamy Blake, too. It had been weeks, or months for all she knew, and even years before that, so many factors to dismiss that it was truly him, but she’d never seen anything more real in her life, at least not since the sight of his silhouette revealing itself behind rover lights.

‘Bell—‘ Her body had moved before her mind had caught up, closing the distance between them, her hands centimeters away from his arms until the rest of her caught up. She froze there, a mixture of awe and confusion behind her blue eyes as she gazed at him. Still silent, she managed to pull away, a lump in her throat as her arms fell to her sides. She still itched to brush her fingers against his shoulders, to press her face to the crook of his neck, to breath him in. Except she didn’t have that right, not anymore. Instead, her voice came out raw and cracked as she tried to ignore the wetness behind her eyes. ‘Bellamy?‘

❝ hi, i’m elfo. ❞ the half-elf greeted, dismissing her apology with a smile. he wasn’t in any rush, he enjoyed learning whatever he could about this world – the good and bad, despite part of him wishing he was still in dreamland with his friends. ❝ hmm, i can’t decide between belgian waffles and french toast. which would you get ?? ❞

Twirling a pen between her fingers, the end bumping against the pad in her opposite hand, Betty’s smile turned from practiced to relieved at the other’s easy tone. It wasn’t often she got impatient patrons at her tables, but it was still a relief when the customers were more easygoing and amiable, especially when she’s a tad late taking orders. Her smile quirked into a grin at the next question, happy to offer a recommendation. ‘Oh, belgian waffles, definitely. I might be a bit biased, but they’re basically the best you can get. I come here on my days off just for the waffles and milkshakes.’

moodboard: betty cooper — instagram edition ( ft. archie andrews )

moodboard: sabrina spellman

A moment can be just a moment: a single, temporary lapse in time that one may cease to remember. It may be pointless to one’s memory, or simply a period in time that is neither significant nor revolutionary. Sometimes, though – and only sometimes – a moment is more than that. A moment can capture one’s attention, and although it may be short, it can be important all the same.

Steve is having a moment like that right now.

He’s currently got his sketchbook open, the pencil still on his page as he regards the person sitting opposite of him. The person seems relaxed, and what Steve wants to do is to draw them – to draw the dip of their chin, the curve of their smile and the general calmness that they radiate. Normally, he’d never be so nervous to ask someone if he could draw them, but he’s so out of place – out of time – that he can’t help but be a little nervous.

Clearing his throat, he looks up and asks, “Can you – I mean, d’ya mind if I draw you? If not, that’s more than alright.” His voice shakes, and yet the smile remains on his lips – constant and never changing. The face of a man who is not affected by this change. The face of a man who is, and always will be, fine. 

Coffee cup held snug between her palms, heat from the liquid inside warming her fingers, Diana sat quietly by herself. It was these little moments, comfortable silence enveloping her, that she enjoyed the most. No sword in her hand, no bracer on her wrist, no war to be fought. Calm, quiet, peaceful.

It had taken a long time, perhaps longer than she would typically admit, for silence to feel that way. After the war it had been deafening, the quiet only seeming to echo the words of the past, of voices long gone. Some days of Ares, of his wrath and destruction. Some days of Steve Trevor, of his passion and strength. Some days it was of those she could not name, children crying and adults fighting for one last breath.

It had gotten better over the years, the guilt no longer consuming her in the moments of silence. It still lived with her, it always would, but now it felt more like memories, like reminders, of where she had been and where she was going, just as much a part of her as her name. Now, the silence was no longer something that tore at her heart but instead was a reassurance.

So caught up in that silence, in fact, she almost missed the voice, floating in her ears and almost passing her by. Almost. Diana’s gaze moved to the owner of the voice, taking in his features for a moment. ‘I don’t mind, no.’ Diana answered, finding it to be true as she took him in, finding something familiar in his smile, in his eyes, like they had seen just as much as her own. ‘I’m usually observing the art, as a curator, instead of its subject.’ A small, kind smile pulled at her lips. ‘Could I see it when you finish?’

“ you’ve got five minutes before i make you leave. i  don’t  have time to piss around. ”

Sabrina tilted her head to the side, russet colored eyes taking in the stranger in front of her. For a moment her expression was blank, nothing flickering beneath the surface, little to no reaction to the words being spoken. And then, like a switch, a grin tugged at her lips, warm hues sparkling as she unceremoniously plopped down, making no move to leave on her own. ‘Well, good news, five minutes is plenty of time to convince you otherwise.’

Did you see BETTY COOPER from RIVERDALE walking around Limbo? The CISFEMALE looks like LILI REINHART, and is EIGHTEEN years old. I’ve heard she can be SOFTHEARTED but also IMPULSIVE. They’ve been here WITHOUT their memories as a STUDENT & WAITRESS for ONE MONTH. I heard they’re still trying to figure out how they ended up in Limbo.