#freckldbellamy

i just got full on flashbacks to my t swift phase and now im listening to red whAT HAVE YOU DONE

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THEME: kinda hard to navigate | its good | dude im in love | it is EVERYTHING to me | give me ur code and no one gets hurt

ICON: not my fandom | its p cool | it looks really good ngl | i love it so damn much omg | where did you get it give it to me nOW

CONTENT: kinda random | not really my aesthetic | omg yes | i need to reblog everything | my blog is now a carbon copy of yours

FOLLOWING?: no, sorry :( | how was i not following you before? | yup of course! | if i ever unfollow it means im dead

OVERALL: 9.9873/10

THE THING I LOVE MOST: i live for the content on your blog it is everything to me and ur edits giVE ME LIFE

Kayleigh my queen i absolutely live for you. your edits are phenomenal. like they blow me away every single time. (if you havent checked out my girls edits what are you doing???) youre such a positive little bee in this insane fandom. please dont ever leave us bc i’d miss your face too much

I am! Happy new year to you too, Kayleigh!! I went with #8 and a classic for this one. Canon divergent from the end of 2x16: AU where Clarke didn’t leave after Mt. Weather.

Clarke had been sitting by herself until Bellamy joined her.  The two of them waited in silence, watching her mother and Kane lead Lexa and her cohort though the camp. His hand, she noticed, never strayed far from his weapon. She could feel him radiating tension. They were more in sync than ever, but that didn’t necessarily make things easier.

“You don’t look very happy,” she remarked.

“Neither do you” he countered. “Neither do any of us. This alliance isn’t something that will last, Clarke. You were at Mt. Weather.”

“I know you don’t trust them, and truth be told neither do I,” Clarke sighed. “But we’re on the brink of another war here, and until we regroup it’s in our own interest to maintain peace. We didn’t exactly escape unscathed.”

Bellamy frowned. “As long as we keep our guard up. I don’t like how close Kane’s getting with them.”

“Kane’s an idealist, but he’s not stupid,” Clarke countered. “He knows who to trust, and who to watch with extra care.” As she spoke, her eyes drifted from Indra to Lexa.

“I’m surprised that she hasn’t demanded you join them in their little tour,” Bellamy said, and the bitterness in his voice wasn’t lost on her. He wasn’t talking about her mother.

“I told them I had other matters to attend to,” Clarke replied.

Bellamy glanced over at her, then looked away, shaking his head.

“Bellamy, what’s bothering you so much? It’s not just Lexa being here.”

Bellamy’s jaw clenched as he stared stonily ahead. “I just can’t stand how they’re all looking at you.”

Clarke didn’t have to ask what he meant. “We might as well use it to our advantage. They fear the commander of death more than most else.” Judging by the expression on his face, that had done little to mollify him. “Why do you mind so much? Do you want to share that title with me in addition to every other terrible thing we’ve shared?”

“You know what I mean,” Bellamy replied in a low voice. “They see you and they see the terrible thing we were forced to do for our people. The terrible thing they forced us to do.” He looked her straight in the eye. “I know you see their faces too, every day. I can never forgive her for this.”

Clarke bit her lip. He was right, but the necessity of diplomacy still weighed on her.

“The Chancellor thinks that Lexa will try and force me into a marriage alliance to cement the peace,” Clarke said, watching Bellamy’s response carefully.

He immediately stiffened and drew in his breath sharply. “A marriage alliance? With who?”

“With someone from Trikru no doubt. Maybe even Lexa herself. Who knows.” Clarke paused. “She also thinks that it would be wise for me to claim I’m betrothed to an Arkadian so that they can’t use me against my own people.”

“And which Arkadian does your mother think you should marry?” Bellamy asked, keeping his eye fixed straight ahead.

“You,” Clarke replied.

Bellamy’s face registered utter shock, his eyes searching her face as if he was convinced it was a joke. “Me?”

“You,” Clarke repeated in an even tone.

“Why me? Why not someone who could provide you with additional status, who could protect you?”

Clarke shook her head. “I’m Wanheda. I don’t need additional status. And no one can protect me better than you can, Bellamy. I’d rather you than anyone else.”

Bellamy’s eyes grew wider. “You’re serious. You’ve discussed this?”

Thank you <33, this one sort of ran away with me, haha

Kayleigh, I’mma apologise rn because I know basically nothing about baseball (and my spelling is still terrible)

Clarke needs to add a sport to her resumé to make herself stand out to potential employers.  Turns out, her university doesn’t have many sporting options that she’s good at (netball is a no-go because she always ended up hitting someone in the face, she can’t do soccer because she can’t kick a ball in a straight line to save her life, and who willingly chooses fencing??)

So baseball it is.  Try-outs aren’t too bad.  It’s just proving you can hit the ball and run.  So she takes her spot on the bench in between a quiet guy called Monty and a nice girl called Harper.  Her name gets called and they both wish her luck, she shoots them both smiles and takes her place.

She tries to remember everything her dad taught her about baseball (not a lot, he was always more of a football fan).  She grips the bat and keeps her eye on the ball.  Miraculously, she swings and hits the ball.  It goes quite a way too, almost to the other end of the pitch they’re training on.

The guy in the beanie whistles.  “Wow, Princess has a solid swing.”  Clarke blushes.  The guy next to the guy in the beanie doesn’t look convinced.

“It’s just luck,” he says and Clarke raises a brow at him across the pitch.  She readies herself again and wills herself to prove him wrong.  He shrugs before getting ready to bowl again.  She uses the same technique as before and hits the ball again with the bat.  It doesn’t go as far as before, but it’s still a solid shot (at least third base, she thinks).

The captain and the guy in the beanie seem to be having some conversation entirely in eye contact and facial expressions and Clarke stamps down the reflex to huff at them.

After a while she gets a nod.  “You made the team,” the captain tells her.

Turns out, the captain is a dick.  Bellamy Blake is a Classical History major and a senior, and apparently it’s his life’s goal to terrorise Clarke.  If he isn’t nit-picking her swinging technique, he’s telling her to run faster around the pitch, and when he’s not commenting on her baseball skills, he’s calling her Princess and belittling her at every opportunity.

The worst of it all, is that she actually responds to it?  Clarke hates herself for it, but it actually makes her want to do better to prove him wrong.  And so Clarke ends up training late at night after practice has finished.  Sometimes, she imagines the baseballs are small versions of Bellamy’s head and she always hits those ones the hardest, getting all of her anger out.

“What did the baseballs ever do to you?”  Asks a familiar voice and Clarke inwardly groans.  Even here, she can’t escape Bellamy Blake.

“You want some tips?”  He asks with a smirk when she turns to him and she rolls her eyes.

“I feel like you’re gonna give me them, regardless.”  She replies and he chuckles.  He walks over to her and stands so close she can smell his cologne.  She shakes her head and tries to focus on the task at hand.

“May I?”  He asks as he reaches towards her.  She nods, thinking he’ll take the bat from her hand and show her how to stand.  Instead, he reaches around her and holds the bat over her hands.  Bellamy is pressed against her and Clarke freezes, she can feel heat radiating from him and can feel his chest at her back.

“So just like this,” he says as he moves his arms into the swing.  Clarke’s mouth goes dry and she tries to focus on hitting the ball.

After a few practice swings, Clarke seems to have gotten the hang of it, despite how thrown she is by how intimate this position with Bellamy is.

“Should I hold it a little higher?”  She asks, looking over her shoulder at his face.  He’s looking down at her with an odd expression.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, dropping his hands from her and stepping backwards.  “That’s good.”

Clarke takes a swing at the ball and hits is perfectly.  She beams over at Bellamy.  He’s still got an odd expression on his face, but he’s smiling back at her.  

Maybe things won’t be so bad after all?

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

This is one of those songs written by a guy who had a toxic gf, huh? 

It is the style of music I like, the lyrics are just a lil too angsty for me.

personal moodboard for @freckldbellamy

Thank you so much <3

My singing voice

My work ethic – when I have homework I force myself to do it. I even typed up a rough of my ISU for English today, it’s a piece of garbage imo, but it’ll improve as I make edits and additions.

I’m very creative in my ideas

I learn new concepts in courses like math, physics, and chemistry very quickly