sweet blasphemy.

QUIERO GENTE QUE VEA THE 100 Y ENTIENDA MI USER Y MIS FEELS Y MI DOLOR AL TENER QUE ESPERAR HASTA QUE SAQUEN LA TECERA TEMPORADA.

usualmente te amo, mami, pero en este tipo de ocasiones es cuando pienso que eres la mejor del mundo

OMAIGÁ holi. seguramente en otra vida te conocí pero ahora no porque soy una maldita sin cabeza con memoria de pez y por eso me quedo sin mi premio. PERO DA IGUAL QUE NO LO SEPA BC TIENES A COMMANDER LEXA DE AVATAR ASÍ QUE AUTOMÁTICAMENTE TE AMO. CLEXA CLEXA CLEXA. Yo en el fondo shippeo Bellarke un poco.

raven es un personaje demasiado importante que no debería ser ignorado por nadie. sí, es cierto que cuando baja a la tierra es movida por el amor, y que en cada momento de la historia necesita el apoyo de algún hombre en su vida, pero eso no significa que sea más débil, al contrario, es fuerte a su manera. era la mejor mecánica del arca y en la tierra el cerebro y ejecutora de bastantes técnicas que han ayudado a mantenerlos a todos vivos. incluso cuando no podía andar quería seguir ayudando porque el hecho de verse desprovisa de amor y sentirse inútil le daba pavor. así que por favor, vamos a tomarnos unos momentos para darle un poco del amor que se merece a raven reyes.

SI ALGUIEN VUELVE A DECIRME QUE BELLAMY BLAKE ES MALA PERSONA O QUE ES DEMASIADO PROTECTOR CON SU HERMANA SIMPLEMENTE NO ME HAGO CARGO DE MIS ACCIONES. es que vamos a ver, almas de cántaro, cuando el niño tenía siete años su madre dio a luz a una hermana que nadie podía enterarse de que tenía, de un padre diferente, y le dijo que tenía que protegerla. y cuando esa hermana tenía trece años él (ÉL) la sacó por primera vez de su habitación haciendo que esa fuera la última vez que su hermana viviría en relativa libertad. así que sí, es verdad, es sobreprotector, pero es una de las relaciones más bonitas por el simple hecho de que ya ha perdido a octavia tantas veces que no sabría qué hacer si volviera a hacerlo. bellamy blake no tiene don de gentes, es un líder, pero en relaciones interpersonales se nota perfectamente que no sabe desenvolverse, quizá porque no tuvo infancia o porque nadie supo mostrarle lo que era el amor. él demuestra su amor de una manera incorrecta porque todos amamos de la forma en la que nos gustaría ser amados. bell, pese a ser un guerrero, es débil en el fondo, necesita después de tanta guerra y de tanto proteger a los suyos a alguien que se desviva por él. y por eso sufre tanto cuando se va clarke. y por eso protege a octavia hasta el punto de no dejarla respirar. porque, en el fondo, eso es lo único que necesita, alguien que se preocupe.

esta es una de las mejores escenas de la primera temporada.

no tengo ningún respeto por esas personas que te dicen "no te rayes, solo es un personaje" o cosas tipo "no intentes psicoanalizarlo, ni siquiera existe". primero: claro que existe, porque cuando interpretas o describes a un personaje, estás poniendo en él una parte de ti, haciendo que cobre vida. segundo: bien, para ti no lo es, pero igual para mí es algo muy importante, y si no lo entiendes no deberías menospreciarlo porque en tal caso el problema es tuyo. y tercero: no sabéis las ganas de llorar que me da pensar que hay personas apasionadas por cualquier tipo de temas a las que muchas veces les da incluso vergüenza demostrar que dicha cosa les apasiona por el simple hecho de que alguien en su vida alguna vez les dijo "a nadie le importa tus series/libros/películas" o "no son personajes reales, deja de motivarte".

King’s Landing, 500 AC

Bellamy’s never been to King’s Landing before. He feels overdressed and uncomfortable as a young girl leads him to the Throne Room. Snow, his large direwolf is at his side. The girl seems very wary of the beast. It’s a lot hotter than in Winterfell, which he had known, but hadn’t really comprehended until now. Even Dragonstone, where he and his sister had been fostered years before with the Princess, was colder than this.

Of course, he’s heard about the Iron Throne, heard the legends and the history, about all of the bloodshed that came before them, but he’s never actually seen it. He has, however, seen the girl who will be sitting in it. He and his Princess had been through a lot together, had gotten as close as two people could be. And still, he had to let her go. He had Winterfell, but she had the whole kingodm to rule.

The throne room is large and largely empty. His footsteps echo on the hard floor as he walks. Finally, he looks straight ahead and faces the fiery blonde in the blue dress sitting upon the massive throne made of swords and the large black dragon wrapped around the base of the throne.

“Princess,” he acknowledges softly with a smirk playing at his lips as he kneels.

“I’ve been Queen for two years now, as you very well know, Bellamy,” Clarke reprimands with a small smile on her face.

“Well, I assume you didn’t send for me just to make sure I knew it, Princess. Why am I here?”

Clarke shakes her head and nods to the girl standing silently by a pillar. She nods back and quietly walks off. “Straight to the point,” she remarks. “Not everything changes, then.” She doesn’t mention the use of the nickname—for that’s exactly what it is, not so much the title she once held.

Bellamy simply shrugs. It’s not behavior befitting an audience with the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but he doesn’t really see her like that. He never has. She has been so much more to him before, he doesn’t know how to pretend she’s just his Queen.

“I want—no, I need you to be my Hand,” she announces, sounding as queenly as he’s ever heard before.

He cocks his head slightly to the side, Snow mirroring his movements beside him. “I thought your Martell girl was your hand. You don’t need me.”

“I want Raven as the Commander of my Queenguard. I want you as my Hand.”

Clarke steps down from the throne, her dragon uncoiling beside her, making hissing noises. “There is—well, I don’t know what is going on anymore. You know my mother almost drove the kingdoms into the first war the kingdoms have seen in nearly two hundred years.” Bellamy nods. The former queen is now reluctantly being kept at Dragonstone, while her daughter rules as queen. “I think something else is going to happen soon. I need you here with me to do this again if it becomes necessary. I need your opinions and insights.”

“I have Winterfell to look after now,” he replies reluctantly. As Lord of Winterfell, he really shouldn’t be moving down to King’s Landing to help as Hand of the Queen. Historically, this didn’t end well the last time one of his ancestors tried to help an old friend.

Clarke waves her hand regally. “Your sister would make a fine Lady of Winterfell. She would rule quite nicely alongside her not-so-wild Wildling, if the rumors I’ve heard are true.” She’s baiting him. He can tell by the playfull smile on her lips.

Bellamy tries not to look annoyed. Lincoln isn’t that bad. Bellamy had just always wanted more for his sister, had tried to groom her to be a Lady so she could marry well. But she’s as wild as her own direwolf’s namesake.

Bellamy glances over at Snow, who has long since moved away from him and is now curled up with Nerys. The animals had been separated just as long as their human counterparts have been, but have quickly regained their previous intimacies.

“It’s been so very long, Clarke,” he protests weakly. His eyes are fixated on her mouth and the way her upper teeth are kneeding her lower lip. He holds back a groan.

She’s right in front of him now, taking her hands in his. “I want you here, Bell, ruling at my side. I need you here. I miss you. Please tell me you’ll stay with me.”

At long last, he sighs. “Send word to Octavia,” he finally declares. “She’ll need to know her duties, and I’ll need the rest of my things—I had only packed for a short trip.”

Snow and Nerys look content, and Clarke’s smile is starting to make him content with his decision as well. And, perhaps, he’s been missing her, too, these past few years.