Oct 30, 2020
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LOOK AT THIS KITTEN!!!!!!! 🥺
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Here’s my David Rose-colour-schemed kitten to cheer you up!
LOOK AT THIS KITTEN!!!!!!! 🥺
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How about Bellarke + taking part in a social experiment where strangers have to kiss each other? (If you google 'twenty strangers kiss' you'll see what I mean - sorry I can't include a link because Tumblr :/ )
Clarke checked her hair in the mirror one last time. “How on earth did you get this project approved?” she asked Lincoln, who was fiddling with the video camera.
“I almost didn’t. Getting this through the IRB was a nightmare,” he replied. “Did you sign your consent form?”
“It’s on top of your bag. Lipstick, or no?”
“Your call. The whole installation is about the choices individuals make,” he said, now climbing a ladder to readjust a light.
“I’ll skip it. Wouldn’t want my partner to feel like I was trying to mark them, or anything,” she decided.
Lincoln consulted a spreadsheet on his laptop. “Okay, you’re group A, so out that door to your left. I’ll call you in, one at a time.”
The rest of Lincoln’s subjects were standing awkwardly in the waiting room when Clarke joined them. She was sort of surprised at the turn out for an all-volunteer art project, but then again, “come make out with a stranger on camera” was probably a fairly easy sell on a college campus.
Everyone shuffled their feet and exchanged grimacing, nervous smiles. After filming they were supposed to leave out the main door of the studio, which meant people disappeared one by one and didn’t reappear, giving the whole thing a rather unsettling air.
Finally, Lincoln opened the door and waved her in. He had set up a corner of the studio like a cozy sitting room, with a small sofa and a pile of cushions on the floor. Her partner wasn’t in yet— Lincoln was at the opposite door— so she settled down on the cushions to wait.
Her partner emerged and Clarke’s mouth went dry. She knew Lincoln had some hot friends, but he’d really outdone himself with this one. Broad shoulders, messy dark hair, and forearms that made her want to watch him split wood like Captain Fucking America.
And then he smiled and she was a goddamn goner.
“Hey,” he said easily, settling into the cushions next to her. “I’m Bellamy.”
“Clarke,” she said, doing her best to forget that Lincoln was taping all of this, and that there was a clock somewhere, counting down their time. Each couple got five minutes to use as they chose, so long as the interaction ended in some form of an embrace.
Bellamy reclined, his body parallel to her. “How do you know Lincoln?”
“Art major. He was my TA last year. You?”
Bellamy threw Lincoln a mock-dirty look. “He’s dating my sister.”
Now that he said it, Clarke could see the similarities— Bellamy and Octavia had the same jaw, and the same sharp cheekbones. Also, both were too-hot-to-be-allowed, quite frankly. She asked him about his major and he asked what drew her to art, and for the next minute they exchanged remarkably not-awkward small talk. But the whole time the air between them felt charged, like the tiniest spark could ignite an inferno. Clarke propped herself up on her elbow. “So...should we do this?”
She caught Bellamy’s gaze dropping to her lips. He nodded, reaching out to brush her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. “This okay?”
Now it was her turn to nod. His hand slipped into her hair and he leaned forward, closing the distance. Their lips met, hesitant and first and then quickly deepening, with Clarke rolling to her back and bringing Bellamy over her. His weight was comforting, his touch sure. Their tongues met and retreated, moving together like this was something they did every day.
Clarke idly wished she had worn her bright red lipstick, because for some reason she wanted to leave a mark on him, some sort of impression that would linger. Bellamy made a low noise in the back of his throat and eased his knee between her legs. She arched against him, marveling at the softness of his hair. She nipped at his lower lip, forgetting that this was a set up, that Lincoln was filming them as part of his MFA thesis. It felt like they were in her bed on a lazy Sunday morning, light filtering through her soft pink curtains while coffee burbled in the kitchen. Her hands roamed his back, their lips chasing and retreating and pressing together again, and time seemed irrelevant.
But then Lincoln cleared his throat. Clarke whined, not ready for it to end. Bellamy kept kissing her, either blissfully unaware of Lincoln’s signal or deliberately ignoring it, like her. But then Lincoln coughed again, and Bellamy came to his senses first.
He lifted his head, eyes hazy, and she pushed a curl back from his forehead. “I guess we’re done,” he said, voice raspier than she remembered.
“Yeah, I— I guess,” she said, and Bellamy sat back on his heels, offering her a hand to pull her up. They straightened their clothing and Clarke smoothed back her hair, both of them suddenly shy.
Lincoln seemed to be fighting a smile. “Door’s that way,” he said, unnecessarily smug.
Bellamy was avoiding her eyes as they walked, but when they left the studio he turned to face her. “Do you— can I have your number?” he asked, and after all that— after kissing her so thoroughly she forgot her own damn name— the tips of his ears turned red.
Clarke grinned. “How about I buy you a drink instead?”
Hi! Whenever I hear the song 'Christmas Wrapping' by The Waitresses I think of a Bellarke modern AU based on it, with the two of them meeting and almost getting together all through a busy year, and it never working out, and then all sorting itself out at Christmas, and would love to read your take on it. Here's the link to a youtube vid with the lyrics in case you don't know the song: youtube. com/ watch?v=ARq6uYSsUq0 Good luck with all the writing, you're awesome!
hey y’all, due to the realities of “having shit to do over the hoildays,” I’ll be taking a few days off of posting after this! we’ll be back for the last seven fills starting Saturday, 12/29. however you are spending the rest of the week, I hope you enjoy it!
December
“You look miserable.”
Bellamy was zoning out, plotting out the rest of his (fairly grim) evening in his head and ignoring the sounds of the lodge party around him, but the unfamiliar voice startles him out of it and looks down to see a cute blonde wearing a truly hideous sweater and smiling up at him from under a reindeer-ear headband.
“You look shockingly upbeat,” he says without thinking, and she laughs.
“Haven’t you ever heard of Christmas cheer?”
He glances between her mug and her face. “So just a bunch of alcohol?”
“95% Bailey’s, 5% hot chocolate,” she agrees. “With whipped cream on the top.”
He has to smile. “So you’re saying I should be drunker.”
“I don’t know you or your life, but you are at a Christmas party. So, yes, you should be drunker and less sad. Unless you’re a mopey drunk, in which case you should be drunker and more sad.”
He laughs. “One, I’m not really at this party.”
The woman pointedly looks around, then back at him. “Are you astral projecting?”
I've flown around the world in a plane I've settled revolutions in Spain The North Pole I have charted But can't get started with you
Around the golf course I'm under par And all the movies want me to star I've got a house, a show place But I get no place with you
Merry Christmas @rubycaspar!
As your Secret Santa, I made you this phrack gifset, inspired by an old jazz song (listen here). I hope you like it!
Phryne Ficathon 3 -- A Win All Around
A Win All Around
Title: A Win All Around Rating: G Chapters: [1/1] Summary: Phryne, Jack and Mac are off on a trip to the beach, how long before Phryne runs into trouble... Author: Scruggzi ( @scruggzi) Recipient: RubyCaspar ( @rubycaspar)
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and once again I've started watching a series because of your posts. This is the third, fyi.
Mwahahahahaaaaa! Although, you really won’t ever regret watching Miss Fisher. This show is amazing. I want her clothes. And this? The dynamic between Phryne and Jack Robinson is how you do UST. Good Lord.
I'd love to read Indra's POV on Just the Way You Are. Re-read it this week and she seems very knowing and smug about pairing them!
Original fic here!
Indra’s always found there’s something oddly soothing about assigning tutorial partners. She knows there are professors who don’t put much thought into the whole thing, who just check the times their students request and assign them at random, but that’s never been her preferred method. In a regular class, she doesn’t have much control over the dynamics; in the tutorials, she can try to create interesting interactions and experiences, and she enjoys thinking about which students would work well together, and it gives her a sense of control and order in the world, to find those matches.
Not that she knows everyone in every class very often, of course, but still. She can do her best.
During the first class, she had the students fill out some basic information. It’s nothing fancy, just their schedules and a little about why they decided to take the class, enough to go on for the ones she doesn’t already know, to get an idea of how they like to work and learn.
The first of the schedules for this class is Bellamy Blake’s, because he submitted it via email before the first class, and while Indra already knows Bellamy fairly well, she still reads over his answers, just to see what he says.
As usual, he’s realistic and honest, an intelligent boy who understands his own strengths and weaknesses. His schedule is less open than most of the students’, but he’s indicated where he would probably be able to adjust his shifts if it’s absolutely necessary. For anyone else, she might be suspicious, but she understands his circumstances, and she knows the restrictions are genuine. He wants to make this class work, and she wants to make sure it works for him
He is not, precisely, her favorite; she doesn’t have favorites. But he’s one of the favorites she doesn’t have.
Phryne Ficathon 3 -- A Lovely Trick
A Lovely Trick
Title: A Lovely Trick Rating: T Chapters: [1/1] Summary: Jack ponders his options two days after the airfield. Author: RubyCaspar ( @rubycaspar) Recipient: LarkAscending ( @larkascending82)