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“remember the ghosts before you, and drink to the souls tonight / and don’t forget what they told you / you’re never too young, you’re never too young, never too young to die.”
Last weekend I hit 2,000 followers (which is amazing on it’s own), but this Sunday my blog also turns three years old! I never imagined I would ever get this far, and to thank you all for getting me here, I’m going to do something for you guys.
I asked what you guys wanted me to do, and I have no idea where the results to that poll went, but I do remember that you all wanted URL graphics.
I’ve decided to sort of expand on that since I only have the 100, so I’m going to do URL Graphics and Gif requests.
(If you want to see what I’ve done look here)
Rules:
MBF:Â me (I will actually be checking because these take a lot of work)
Reblog this post. Likes don’t count and, once again, I will be checking.
Your message to me cannot be anonymous
If you want a URL inspired graphic your url MUST have to do with the 100, and you can send me a message saying that you want a URL graphic
If you want a gif request you can be very broad (ex. Bellarke, Octavia, 2x11, etc.) or very narrow (ex. Abby telling Clarke that maybe there are no good guys). You request MUST have to do with the 100, and you cannot request anything specific from 306 or later. For this, just send me a message with what you’d like
I will be doing the first 20. If I get a whole bunch of the same thing (or the same general thing) I won’t count them individually. I will probably be combining some prompts. I also may turn them down, but if I do, I’ll tell you and give you the chance to give me another one. I’ll answer your messages so that you know that I received it, and you will be tagged when I post it.
Once again, that you all so much for getting me this far. I never imagined that 100 of you would want to follow me, let alone 2,000!!
On Saturday morning, Bellamy was in the locker room after his shift, changing out of his uniform. Murphy, the only other person in the room was changing at the other end. Normally, Murphy didn't work the Friday-Saturday shift, but people were catching colds left and right, and he was one of the only other people who hadn't gotten sick yet.
Bellamy was fairly neutral about Murphy, all things considered. He was a bit of an asshole, but he had never done anything particularly bad, and he didn't abuse his power. Sure, he had gone a bit crazy after Mbege and Roma had died, but Bellamy sort of had too. From the little Bellamy knew about him, he had figured out the Mbege was all that Murphy had. The entire time they had worked together, he had never once mentioned his family, a boyfriend or girlfriend, or any friend outside of people from work.
Murphy kept to himself, and, as long as he continued to, Bellamy didn't really care what he did.
He started to care a bit when Murphy had started showing an interest in Harper.
When she had first come to the station, she had reminded Bellamy of Octavia. Miller had somehow managed to hurt his leg, and was confined to a desk until he was all healed up, so Bellamy had been put in charge of showing Harper the ropes. Harper, unlike most rookies, hadn’t seemed intimidated by him, so they had hit it off. Her and Monroe had been friends with Roma as well, so they had been over at his apartment a few times. On top of that, she was friends with Clarke and Octavia, so he saw her outside of work sometimes.
So Murphy taking an interest in Harper had bothered Bellamy a bit.
Bellamy was pulling his shirt on when Murphy came up to him.
“Hey,” Murphy said awkwardly.
“Hey,” Bellamy replied.
“I heard you moved in with the girl you got pregnant,” he said.
“She’s my girlfriend,” Bellamy said, “and yeah, we’re living together.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Are you just here to ask me about my personal life?” Bellamy asked.
“No, um, actually, I wanted to ask you something. You’re friends with Harper, right?” Murphy asked.
Bellamy glanced over at him, and Murphy looked down at the floor.
"Yeah, I guess,” Bellamy said.
“Do you think she’d go on a date with me?” Murphy asked.
“I thought you two were already dating," Bellamy said.
"I don't think we are," Murphy said. It sounded more like a question than a statement.
"I assumed you two went on a date to the dinner a couple months ago," Bellamy said.
"We went as friends, I think," Murphy said, "and we haven't really done anything just the two of us, so I don't think we're dating."
"That doesn't sound like dating," Bellamy said.
"So do you think she'd say yes if I asked her out?" Murphy asked again.
"I think I already answered that," Bellamy said. "Yes," he clarified, "from what I know, she'd probably say yes."
"That's good," Murphy grinned.
"You don't have much experience dating, do you?" Bellamy asked.
"No," Murphy admitted.
"Well, Harper's a good kid, so don't you dare hurt her," Bellamy said, grabbing his duffel bag. He closed his locker, and walked out of the locker room.
That weekend, Bellamy and Clarke went shopping for baby stuff.
“There are so many kinds of cribs,” Bellamy said as he and Clarke walked hand in hand through the baby section of the current furniture store.
“I knew that we’d have options, but I never thought that there’d be this many,” Clarke said.
They walked past another row of cribs before they stopped, and Clarke let go of Bellamy’s hand so that she could examine one of the cribs. She adjusted one of the sides before moving looking at the price tag. She moved to the next one.
“Maybe we should go to a few more places before we decide on one,” Bellamy said. This  was the third store they’d been in.
“Let’s look at the carseats first,” Clarke said. She started towards them, and Bellamy followed.
All of the car seats looked the same to Bellamy. There were a few different colours, and a couple different brands, but Bellamy could tell what the actual difference was. He assumed that it had something to do with safety, but he had no idea how to figure out what was safer. Clarke apparently knew, or at least it looked like she knew.
“Do you know which one you want?” Bellamy asked. He wanted to contribute something useful to the decision, but they both knew that he had no idea what he was doing, and he was mostly just there for support.
“These ones are supposed to be the safest,” Clarke said, pointed at a specific brand. “I don’t want a gendered one, because that’s just stupid, so I guess a black one is good.”
“So, that one,” Bellamy said, pointing to the car seat that described Clarke’s description.
“Yeah,” Clarke said, “but we should shop around first.”
They went to a couple more stores before deciding what they wanted.
They ended up getting a carseat, but they held off on buying a crib just yet. Clarke said she needed to to think about it, and a carseat and a dresser was enough for one weekend.
When they got home, Bellamy brought the carseat upstairs, and started looking at the instructions.
"I have no idea how this is supposed to work," Bellamy said, glancing at the car seat that was situated on the table in front of him.
"You have almost three months to figure it out," Clarke said, "so don't worry about it."
"In want to figure it out early," Bellamy said.
"Google it," Clarke shrugged.
She left him alone in the kitchen, and went to go unpack more boxes. They had gotten a lot done the first couple of days they had been in the new apartment, but during the week they had gotten almost none of it done.
Clarke grabbed a box, and, after checking what was inside, started unpacking it into the linen closet. She found couple more boxes of towels, and unloaded them into the linen closet as well.
"Do you want to keep any of these boxes?" Clarke asked Bellamy, dragging the three empty boxes into kitchen.
"Nah," Bellamy said. He was still figuring out the car seat. "You can just break them down, and put them by the door. I'll get rid of them later."
Clarke dragged the boxes to the door. After breaking them down, she went back to the living room, and started looking through the boxes in there.
"Bellamy," Clarke said.
Bellamy made a noise of recognition.
"What do you want to do with the duplicate books and movies?" she asked.
"Keep my books," Bellamy said, not looking up from the instructions in his hands, "you can get rid of whichever movies."
"Why your books?" Clarke asked, "I like my books."
"I write notes in the margins," Bellamy said, looking up at her.
"Nerd," Clarke muttered. She put some of her books in a box to be given away.
"Am not," She heard Bellamy mutter.
Clarke added two more boxes to the stack by the door before Bellamy finally gave up on figuring out the instructions.
Bellamy kneeled down next to her and started pulling movies out of one of the boxes.
"Did you figure anything out with the car seat?" Clarke asked.
"I think I know how they work," Bellamy said, "We can figure out how to attach it to our cars later."
They spent the next couple hours unpacking the boxes in the livingroom. Most of them were full of movies or books, and they managed to fill two boxes with things to be donated.
They added eight boxes to the pile by the door.
When she got home from work the next day, Clarke found Bellamy, Miller, and Murphy in the baby's room, assembling the dresser.
"Hey," She greeted hesitantly.
"Hey," Bellamy said.
Miller nodded at her, and Murphy sent her a hesitant smiled.
Bellamy noticed her hesitation, and explained, "Me and Miller were having trouble carrying the dresser, so Murphy offered to help. You two have met, right,"
"Yes, we have," Clarke said, "Nice to see you again though."
"Nice to see you too," Murphy said.
"Do you guys need anything?" Clarke asked, "like water, or a snack, or something."
Bellamy looked at the other two.
"I think we're good," He said.
"Well, I'll just leave you to it," Clarke said.
She headed towards her room to change out of her uniform. After, she looked her coursework, but decided that she was already far enough ahead, so she headed back towards the baby's room.
"Do you want my help?" Clarke asked.
"I don't think there's really anything you can do," Bellamy said.
Clarke silently agreed. She watched them work for a minute before she said, "I think you're trying to attach the wrong pieces."
Bellamy studied the pieces they were trying to line up for a moment.
"I think you're right," he said.
Clarke leaned down to pick up the instructions off of the floor.
"You need to attach that piece," she pointed the the one Miller was holding, "to that piece," she said, pointing a board behind Murphy. He picked it up.
They tried to line them up.
"It's a perfect fit," Miller said.
They put the screw in.
"Now what?" Bellamy asked Clarke.
"Attach those two," Clarke said, pointing.
After forty-five minutes of Clarke reading off the instructions to the boys, and them assembling, the dresser was finally made.
"I guess I should go," Murphy said.
"You don't have to," Clarke said, "I at least owe you dinner for helping."
While the boys cleaned up, Clarke made the four of them waffles.
"I know it's weird having waffles for dinner, but it was sort of me and my old roommate's thing," Clarke explained when they walked into the kitchen.
"Do you need any help?" Bellamy asked.
"Nah, I'm good," Clarke said.
Bellamy, Miller and Murphy sat down in the living room and started watching the news. Clarke listened to the tv while also keeping an eye on the waffles. Nothing particularly interesting was happening in the city. They started talking about sports, which was mildly interesting, but Clarke had stopped following sports when she started med school, so she had no idea what was going on.
After Clarke had made about fifteen waffles, she turned off the waffle maker, and grabbed the butter and syrup.
"It's ready," Clarke called. She grabbed a plate, and took a couple of pancakes.
After everyone had grabbed their share of pancakes, and they were seated around their cramped table, they started smalltalk.
"So, when did you guys move here?" Murphy asked.
"Two weeks ago," Clarke said.
“I think Harper told me that,” Murphy said.
“How is Harper?” Clarke asked, “I haven’t seen her in forever.”
While it was true that Clarke hadn’t seen Harper in a while, pure curiosity was not the only reason she was asking. She could ask Bellamy, or text Harper herself. Clarke mostly just wanted to see what Murphy would say.
“She’s good, I think,” Murphy answered, “I only really see her at work.”
During her twenty-seventh week, it had seemed like Clarke insomnia might be going away. Once her twenty-eighth week rolled around, it hit again with full force.
She dropped her head to her textbook that was laid out in front of her on the kitchen table.
"I'm going to fail all my classes because I can't get enough sleep," Clarke complained to Bellamy on Thursday night.
"No you're not," Bellamy consoled, "you'll be fine. I know you're doing well in all your classes."
"There's still time to fail," Clarke pointed out.
"No there isn't," Bellamy said, "at least, not for you."
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do about my insomnia," Clarke said, "it's not like I can spend all day trying to sleep. I have school, and work, and volunteering."
"Maybe you should quit work," Bellamy suggested.
"What?" Clarke asked.
"I just thought that maybe you could quit your job at the cafe," Bellamy said, regretting his decision to suggest it, but too afraid to back down.
"No way," Clarke said.
"Look," Bellamy said, "I know that you like having a job, and you especially like working at the cafe, but you know you're going to have to quit soon. It's not really safe for you to be working there."
"Of course it's safe for me to be working there," Clarke said, "I'm a barista. I deal with coffee, not explosives."
"You know what I mean," Bellamy said.
"No," Clarke said, "actually I don't. Can you please leave me alone, I'm trying to study."
"Don't be like that," Bellamy said.
Clarke ignored him.
Bellamy sighed, and went to his room. He'd been thinking that Clarke needed to quit her job for a while. He hadn’t told her before because he knew that it would go like this; not particularly well.
"I am so mad at you," Clarke said to Bellamy when he walked into their apartment on Tuesday.
He started a bit at her voice.
"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Bellamy asked.
"They sent me home, and it's all your fault," Clarke pouted.
"What did I do?" Bellamy asked.
"You gave me a cold," Clarke said, grabbing a tissue.
"I gave you a cold?" Bellamy asked.
"Yes," Clarke said, "I have a cold, because of you, and, since I'm pregnant, I can't take any of our cold medications."
She blew her nose.
"Sorry," Bellamy apologized.
"You should be," Clarke said.
She picked up her book and started reading.
Bellamy left Clarke to her reading, and went to his room to change out of his uniform. When he walked back into the living room, Clarke was still reading her book.
"I was talking to Octavia earlier, and she wanted to know if she could visit on the weekend," Bellamy said.
Clarke ignored him.
"I told her she could," Bellamy said.
Clarke continued to ignore him.
"Are you really that mad at me?" Bellamy asked
Clarke still ignored him.
"I said I'm sorry," Bellamy said.
"Not good enough," Clarke said.
"What else do you want me to do?" Bellamy asked.
"Not have gotten me sick in the first place," Clarke said. She grabbed a tissue and blew her nose.
"Are you sure it was me?" Bellamy asked, "maybe you should blame one of your coworkers."
"None of my coworkers were sick," Clarke said, "you, on the other hand, had sick coworkers last week. You had to work today to cover for them, and you worked overtime yesterday to cover."
"I didn't get sick," Bellamy said.
"You didn't have to," Clarke grumbled.
Under normal circumstances, Clarke would only be mildly bothered by a cold. They were annoying, and she didn't want to be sick, but she could deal with it. Being pregnant, though, Clarke couldn't take any cold medication. That made a world of difference; and not in a good way. All she could do was sit around, blowing her nose a million times a day, and trying different kinds of tea to try to soothe her sore throat. She hated it, and therefor was mad at Bellamy for giving her a cold.
"Maybe the doctor will be able to give you something when we go tomorrow," Bellamy suggested.
"Maybe," Clarke sighed. She knew that there would be medications she could take, but she wanted to be sure what they were; she wasn't going to risk it.
"Since apparently I'm a horrible person because I gave you a cold, is there anything you'd like me to do for you?" Bellamy asked.
"Can you make me more tea?" Clarke asked.
"What kind?" Bellamy asked.
"We only have one kind," Clarke said, "Can you also make me some chicken noodle soup?"
"Sure thing," Bellamy said.
He went into the kitchen, and started opening the cupboards.
Clarke continued reading her book, only pausing to blow her nose, and when Bellamy brought her more tea.
The next day, Bellamy and Clarke had their doctor’s appointment.
He did the normal check up, determining everything was fine, and told Clarke exactly which medications she could take.
They had been planning to go and get a crib, but as soon as they got back to the apartment, Clarke took some medication and fell asleep on the couch.
Bellamy, who had been in the bathroom, sighed when he saw he saw her sleeping. He walked over to the couch and carefully picked her up. She didn’t stir as he carried her to her room, and put her onto the bed. He pulled Clarke’s blanket over her, then left, closing the door behind him.
On Saturday, Clarke still felt sick, so she enlisted Octavia to go with Bellamy to get the crib they had decided on.
"I'll make sure everything goes to plan," Octavia said.
"You're buying a crib, not performing a military maneuver,” Clarke said, “I only want you to go incase Bellamy needs any help."
"We get to have some quality sibling time," Bellamy teased.
Octavia pulled a face.
"C'mon," Bellamy said, "It's not going to be that bad."
After saying goodbye to Clarke, they left.
"How's Lincoln?" Bellamy asked when they were in the car.
"He's good," Octavia said, "he's been asked to do a piece for the lobby of some fancy building, so he's been working a lot. I'm really happy for him, though."
"That's great," Bellamy said, "how do you like living with him."
Octavia sighed.
"What?" Bellamy asked.
"It’s not that I don't like living with him, because I do," Octavia said, "but I miss seeing everyone all the time. We just live so far compared to everyone else."
"Does Lincoln know?" Bellamy asked.
"Yeah," Octavia said, "I haven't told him, but I think he's guessed. I wouldn't have it any other way, though. I'll just have to get used to it. I missed you when I moved in with Clarke, and that went away after a couple of months. That's how long it took me to realize how annoying you are."
"I knew you were annoying long before you moved out," Bellamy said.
"That's fair," Octavia said after a second.
They arrived at the furniture store and went in.
"So how's living with Clarke going?" Octavia asked.
"Good," Bellamy said, "it's kind of weird living with someone because I've been alone for a while."
“You guys don’t hate each other yet?” Octavia asked.
“Not most of the time,” Bellamy said.
“Most of the time?” Octavia said.
“We get on each other's nerves sometimes,” Bellamy shrugged, “you can’t tell me that you and Lincoln get along all the time.”
"Have you encountered her annoying habits yet?" Octavia asked.
"I mean, it's kind of weird that she eats ketchup chips and ranch dressing, and she really like spreading out on the couch," Bellamy said, "but they're really not that bad."
"No, not those," Octavia said, "the chips and ranch dressing is just a pregnancy thing, and it's not that hard to get her to move her feet. I'm talking about the really annoying stuff."
"I guess I haven't encountered those," Bellamy said.
"You will," Octavia said, "I'm going to give it a month, tops."
"What are her annoying habits?" Bellamy asked.
"I’m not sure if this would be considered a habit,” Octavia said, “but she starts fights. It’s never anything huge, and I don’t think she even knows she does it, but it’s definitely annoying.”
They found the right crib, bought it, and loaded it into the back of Bellamy's truck.
"Do you want to get lunch?" Octavia asked after they were back in the car.
"Sure," Bellamy said, "should we get take out and bring it back to Clarke?"
"I'll ask her," Octavia said.
She pulled out her phone and started tapping away.
"She already made herself lunch," Octavia said after a minute. She put her phone back into her pocket.
Bellamy took them to Subway, where they each got a sub. Octavia made Bellamy pay for hers using the excuse that she was a broke college student. He rolled his eyes and told her that he was a broke dad-to-be when she said that, but he still payed for her sub.
They sat down at a table in the corner.
"Have you talked to Harper recently?" Bellamy asked.
"Yeah, why?" Octavia asked.
"Has she said anything about Murphy?" Bellamy asked.
"No," Octavia said. "Why? What do you know?"
"Nothing," Bellamy said. "Forget that I said that."
"You know something," Octavia said.
“No I don’t,” Bellamy lied.
Octavia glared at him.
"Fine," Bellamy said, "Murphy asked me if I thought that Harper would go out with him if he asked."
"And?" Octavia asked when he didn't continue, "what did you tell him?"
"I told him that I thought she would probably say yes," Bellamy said. "I was there on Monopoly night, I know that she likes him. I just didn't think it was my place to tell him that."
"That's good," Octavia said.
"I thought he would have asked her by now," Bellamy said.
"As far as I know, he hasn't," Octavia said.
"I guess I'll probably know when he asks," Bellamy said, "Harper was very giddy the last time she went on a date. And Clarke will know"
They finished their subs, and went back to the apartment.
“Can you keep a secret from Clarke?” Octavia asked on the way back.
“It depends,” Bellamy told her, side eyeing her.
“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” Octavia said, “and you won’t have to keep the secret for long, just a couple weeks.”
“Fine,” Bellamy said, “what is it.”
“I’m planning a baby shower for Clarke and I need your help,” Octavia revealed.
“That is not a real secret,” Bellamy said.
“Yes it is,” Octavia said, “You can’t tell Clarke. I want to surprise her.”
“I won’t tell,” Bellamy said.
“Can you help?” Octavia asked.
“What do you need me to do?” Bellamy asked.
“I just need you to make sure that Clarke doesn’t make any plans for three weekends from now, and I need you to bring her over to my house at eleven on the Saturday,” Octavia said.
“I can do that,” Bellamy said.
“Great,” Octavia said, “Clarke will love this.”
They managed to get the crib out of the back of Bellamy's truck, and into the elevator. They brought it into the baby's room, and set against one of the walls.
Octavia had to go get ready for a dinner party with some of Lincoln's friends, leaving Bellamy and Clarke to look at the instruction manual and try and put it together.
"Maybe one of our friends can come over and help," Clarke said.
"I can ask Miller," Bellamy said.
Twenty minutes later, Miller, Monty, and Jasper arrived at their apartment.
"This is a pretty cool apartment," Jasper said. He and Monty hadn't been before. Miller, on the other hand, had been over a few times.
"I like the setup," Monty said, walking through the living room-kitchen, "so, what did you guys need help with?"
"We're trying to assemble the baby's crib," Clarke said, leading them to the baby's room. The baby wouldn't be sleeping there, at least not at first. She'd be in Clarke's room for at least a few weeks before they moved her into her room; but it was easier to assemble and store the crib in the baby's room.
The pieces of the crib were spread out across the floor.
Clarke picked up the instruction off of the dresser.
"It doesn't look that hard," Clarke said, "I just thought that Bellamy could use an extra set of hand."
The four boys went to work on the crib. Clarke held the instructions and told them all what to do. It took them a while, but the crib was completely assembled, and it looked safe and sturdy.
After, the boys piled into the living to watch tv, and Clarke went to have a nap after taking some drowsy medicine.
“How’s Clarke?” Jasper asked after she had left.
“She’s fine,” Bellamy said, “she just has a cold.”
“It wasn’t very hard to figure that out,” Jasper said.
“How pissed was she when you gave it to her?” Monty asked.
“Fairly mad,” Bellamy said, “I never even got sick, though.”
“You didn’t have to get sick for her to get the virus,” Monty said.
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okay how has it been this long and the fact that if you type a shipname correctly in your post or any tags in an original post, it will turn up in that ship’s tag not common knowledge yet??
this is why people keep adding periods, commas, slashes or whatever else to a ship’s name if they’re talking about something negative. this is why people keep getting hate for answering asks about a ship they don’t like. this is why people keep getting hate for posting something tagged anti-ship. this is why people keep getting hate for posts they didn’t tag. because as soon as you spell the ship or character name correctly, it shows up in the tag. as soon as you answer an ask in which the person spelled the ship name correctly it shows up in the tag. and people don’t seem to realise this because i’ve seen a lot of people laughing about how bellarkers dont have anything better to do than look for people to fight in the anti-bellarke tag but that’s not what’s happening. your posts are showing up in the bellarke tag because you tagged it as anti-bellarke. and people have every right to be frustrated by that.
its a stupid af update, but its how tumblr works now so can we please make it a habit to misspell the name of the ship if you’re talking about how much you dislike it? call it cl.exa, clexugh, c/exa, blarke, blorke, be//arke or whatever else you can think of, keep making up insults, i don’t care but can we please make an effort to not dilute each others tags with negativity??
the majority of the bellarke tag is currently clexas talking about bellarke, which inevitably turns into a hatefest because people go into the tag to see things they like and it’s frustrating to get bombarded with the insults, hatred and negativity.
most of the bellarkers i follow already spell it as some variation of cl.exa when they’re talking about the ship, but i’m not naive enough to think everyone does, just like i’m sure there are plenty of clexas that change bellarke into something else. so can people on both sides start calling people out for poisoning the tags, please. Everyone’s entitled to their opinion, but if everyone stayed in their own damn lane this fandom would be much more pleasant. so can we please spread the word and make sure people know what’s going on and start reigning in, not just the people hating on our ship but also the people on our side whose posts will show up in the other side’s tag??
There are bad eggs on both sides, but there’s plenty of good ones too so can we just for once help each other out and work together to keep the tags clean of hate.
