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The year is 2085. They’re doing a remake of LotR. Orlando Bloom is still cast as Legolas.
i need men’s rights because i’ve been walking in a small circle for years. i can only do men’s lefts. i am very hungry. women laugh at me
for those of you that actually like my writing: feel free to send me in some prompts if you want, i’ll do my best to do them well for you!
Let’s see if you can figure out if I’m lying now.
Reading fanfiction that has your otp calling each other “baby”, “sweetie”, “darling” etc. when they really wouldn’t at all. Ever.
@CameronMonaghan: I make character judgements based on whether people like animals. Worship Satan, I’ll still give you a chance. Hate dogs, we ain’t friends.
“I still don’t like you much, princess,” Bellamy says, breaking the silence half an hour after the end of an argument (discussion, maybe—it’s hard to tell these days) about food rationing. Neither of them has moved since they finished, sitting near each other in a tent and not talking, because Octavia can’t look at him, and Clarke can’t look at Finn, and things are harder now.
“Good,” she says after a second, leaning her head back on her shoulders and smirking a little. “I’d think I was doing something wrong if you did.” She pauses. “And don’t call me that.”
“What should I call you, then?” he says, biting right back and maybe smiling a very little bit. “How about a new name for the new world? President? Nah, no one elected us. How about ‘tyrant’? That’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you think, tyrant?”
“We’re not tyrants, Bellamy,” she says impatiently, giving him an unamused look.
“No?” he says. “We make the rules, remember?”
“It’s not the same thing,” she says, shaking her head briskly. It makes her hair fly in the air for a second, a bright gold blur in the air.
“Sure thing, tyrant,” he says, partly to actually annoy her and partly just to see her make a face.
“Bellamy,” she says.
“All right, all right,” he says, pursing his lips as he muses. “Dictator?”
“That’s the same thing,” she says, glaring at him.
“Ah, I see, a heroic name for the golden girl,” he says, holding up a finger to cut her off when she opens her mouth angrily. “Benevolent dictator?”
“Bellamy,” she says, and he nods.
“A little long for casual conversation, you’re right,” he says. “We could abbreviate. BD? Ben-dic? That almost sounds like a real name.”
“Benedick,” she says after a second. “Would that make you Beatrice?”
He looks at her, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
She blinks at him and then suddenly snorts, looking away. “Nothing. Just some story my, uh, my father used to tell me. I think it was an Earth legend or something. Never mind.”
He lets that sit in the silence for a while, stagnating between them, before he finally says, “What’d they do?”
She turns to look at him in a sharp, jerky movement, and says, “What?”
“Beatrice and Benedick,” he says, feeling a little ridiculous. “In the story, what’d they do?”
She shrugs. “Fought a lot,” she says, and after a moment, her lips quirk into a smile. “Fell in love.”
He can’t help the snort. “Well, we’re doing all right on that first one,” he says, “but I think the second might be a bit of a lost cause.”
“Oh, you think?” she says, rolling her eyes. “I’ll tell you this, Beatrice: not if our lives depended on it.”
“Benedick,” he says, liking the way the name rolls off his tongue—benevolent dictator and an old story for a new world. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”
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