This is a prompt I found on Twitter that inspired me to write the scenario where Bellamy is tortured by Jaha (and Kane) instead of Abby in 3x15. Thanks to
@ohsupernaturalI for the inspiration!
When Clarke sees them putting Bellamy on the crate and tying his hands above his head, she feels her heart sinking, her only thought being ‘Not him, God, please not him too.’ Her mom was enough of a struggle and having to see Jaha and ALIE torture him would be too much…she was afraid she’d break.
“It’s okay, Clarke.” he told her as Jaha tore his shirt apart and revealed his chest. That beautiful, warm chest that hid his heart from plain view, his big, stupidly accepting of everyone heart.
Of course the first words out of his mouth would be ‘It’s okay.’ She’s not surprised, it was just so Bellamy and while he may appear strong, she knew she wouldn’t be.
So she shook her head and looked at Jaha.
“Please, don’t do this.” she begged “He doesn’t have anything to do with this.”
“Yes, he does.” Jaha insisted “He’s the key to everything just like Kane said.” Kane who up until that moment had been ildly staying by the window, not really participating in the torture, moved up in the robotic way ALIE controlled everyone and came by Bellamy’s side. She noticed he furrowed his eyebrows but held his chin high when Kane took out not just the shock baton but a knife too.
“Please, don’t hurt him!” Clarke begged and Bellamy moved his head to hers, calling out her name.
“Hey-” he said as loud as he could “No matter what they do, don’t break, okay?”
“Bellamy, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. I’ll be alright.” he insisted and before he could say something else, Jaha nodded at Kane and watched him press the shock baton against his chest. Clarke screamed and tried to free herself of her restrains, pulling as hard as she would and feeling the collar around her neck dig in her skin uncomfortably.
“Don’t stop, Kane.” Jaha instructed as he came by Clarke’s side while she screamed and watched Kane repeatedly shock lash Bellamy, five or six times in a row without a break. He tried not to scream but his back arched and his legs buckled, making him fall off the crate and leaving him hanging a little above the ground without anything to support him under.
“Please, he’s innocent.”
“No, he isn’t.” Jaha whispered back at her “If anything, it shouldn’t be as hard for you to watch him die-he did help Pike, he was involved in the massacre. I wonder…” he took a turn around her and rested his chin against her shoulder, whispering in her ear in the most sickening way possible “How is it that you couldn’t stand him when you first landed but now you’re willing to break just so you wouldn’t have to watch him die?”
“KANE, PLEASE, STOP!” she begged when Kane picked up the knife and made two identical big slices on both his sides, right under his heart and over his ribs. They were deep because the blood tickled down his stomach and painted his body red immideately. Bellamy coughed and tried to fight back, move his legs up and hit Kane in the chest. She wanted to smile-he’d never go down without a fight.
But then again Kane was faster and so was ALIE, she could predict their moves, she could break her…she would.
Kane pressed the shock baton not just against his heart but really close to the cut he’s made again and Bellamy screamed this time.
He hadn’t been fast enough. He wanted to bite it back, keep himself together, but he couldn’t do it.
“Liar!” he yelled back and nodded at Kane, who now didn’t just make a cut, but instead shoved his knife between Bellamy’s ribs, making him squirm again.
“STOP! Please, please-”
“Clarke, DON”T!” he managed, biting back his pain in favor of talking to her. She noticed he spilled blood, though. “Don’t. He’s right. I deserve it. This way…I’ll free you…and my sister. Just tell him.”
“He’s right, Clarke.” Jaha whispered in her ear and Clarke felt the anger bubble in her. She turned around and knocked Jaha’s forehead against hers. It hurt like hell but she wanted to make him shut up and give her the time to talk.
“Bellamy, I need you to stay with me! Don’t give up!” she yelled back while Jaha was distracted. Bellamy’s eyes that were half-closed, opened up and he smiled at her just as Kane picked up the knife again and shoved it up in his shoulder this time. He screamed once more and it was a sound so horrible, it made her heart stop.
“One last chance, Clarke-” Jaha, who hadn’t felt the effects of her hit, stood before her, leaning in, pressing her hard against the pole she was tightly put to. “Or the next one will be his heart.”
“I can’t…I can’t.” she cried out and bowed her head down. What should she do? If she told them the passphrase, they’d free Bellamy but ALIE would win. If she didn’t…she had to watch him die and the moment the thought passed through her brain, she knew she couldn’t do it.
She wouldn’t be able to take on that suffering.
She couldn’t lose Bellamy Blake.
So she moved her head up and met Jaha’s eyes as she felt the tears roll down her cheeks. Bellamy was hanging limply behind Kane, now possibly passed out while the former chancellor was holding the knife, getting ready to strike again.
“Clarke-” she thought she heard him say. So he was still here with her, sitll conscious. She moved her head, so she could look at him. He used all his effort to lift his head up from where it was pressed against his chest and despite being at a fair distance from her, she saw the warmth in his beautiful brown eyes.
It was that-the love he carried, the compassion, his big heart. That was what was worth living for, worht dying for too-Bellamy Blake may have made many mistakes in his life but his love was bigger than the ocean. He gave his heart out willingly, without a question or expectation. He came to the ground for his sister but adopted a hundreth kids, then went in and risk his life for them in a mountain and did his best to protect them under the horrible circumstances they were put in. If ALIE tapped into people’s minds by using a chip, Bellamy snuck into people’s lives by willingly giving parts of his heart away without expecting them to come back to him.
He broke himself open for those around him without caring if he’d have nothing left in the end.
That was what made Clarke love him. It’s also what made her decision.
“Fine.” she agreed as she pushed her back against the pole “I’ll tell you the passphrase. I’ll take your chip.”
“Clarke, no!” Bellamy tried wekly but Kane simply picked up the shock baton and pressed it against his chest, this time leaving it there longer and making him scream and pass out, hanging on his arms.
A few more tears ran down her cheeks but she tried to compose herself.
“But I won’t do it unless you stop torturing him.”
“Kane, you can move away now!” Jaha ordered and just like before, Kane’s body went a little limp and he walked back robotically to the window, where he rest his back against the wall and let his head bowl down to his chest.
Clarke watched Bellamy’s body hang lifelessly from the ropes, swinging left and right just a bit. She wasn’t certain she could see his chest rising and that scared her.
“Let me see him first, make sure he’s alright.”
“That won’t work.” Jaha said and picked up the chip from a small metal bowl “It’s time to put your words to actions, Clarke.” he insisted and Clarke took a deep breath as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
She knew this was wrong, that she was about to forget everyone she ever loved-her dad, Finn, Lexa, maybe even what has happened to Bellamy now. It all flashed before her eyes-his smile, his soft hug, the way he sent her off at those gates after mount weather, how he begged her to come home after…all of it.
And just when she was about to lose it all, there was a loud bang, the main doors to the left opened up and Murphy, Indra, Octavia, Miller and the others came rushing in, shooting at Jaha and Kane, fighting them down and knocking them off before they could react.
She had never been more relieved in her life.
“Bellamy!” she shouted and found Octavia’s eyes just as they were untying her from the poll “We need to take him down, he’s really hurt. Kane stabbed him and shocklashed him.” despite the anger his sister surely fell for him, Octavia was scared and Clarke noticed it because she got there and cut down the rope before Clarke could run to him.
Miller softened his fall and lifted his head up in his lap while Clarke screamed for bandages.
There was a lot of blood and the burns from the shocklashes would surely leave a mark. She quickly tried to assess the damage as she ordered the others to put pressure on the knife stabs while she checked for pulse and leaned in to listen to his breathing which she found shallow and unstable.
“We need to get him to a bed, there’s a room adjacent to this one. I’ll need hot water, moonshine and lots of bandages. Get me a needle and a thread from somewhere too.” she shouted orders as Miller and Monty carefully lift him up and started carrying him away.
“Clarke, wait-” Octavia stopped her “You need to take care of yourself too.”
“I’m fine.” she cut him off “He lost too much blood, I need to take care of his wounds. You can stay behind if you want to.” she suggested, knowing that Octavia was the one to put the scars on his face after Lincoln’s death.
“No…” her voice was weak now, different. In a way Clarke hadn’t heard before “I want to help you.” she stated and Clarke simply nodded, but made a note to herself to keep a close eye on her.
Once they were in the room and he was placed down, Clarke focused and started working through the wounds. Thankfully the cuts were easy to close but the stab wound in his shoulder, the one above his heart was really deep. Kane had twisted the knife and she was afraid he could’ve left permanent damage to his nerves but hoped she would end up being wrong. The shocklashing exhausted his body, made him burn with fever and she found not one but two broken ribs on the left as well as multiple other bruises that could’ve came from Kane who also hit him in between the knife torture but some seemed a bit old and judging by the guilty look on Octavia’s face were probably her fault.
She bandaged him as best as she could but worried most about infection. They had no sea weed, no medicine-being too far away from home put his life at risk.
“Will he be okay?” Octavia asked when Clarke was done and threw over one of the pelts from the bed over his trembling body.
“I didn’t think you cared.”
“Of course, I do, he’s my brother.” Clarke didn’t believe those words. She couldn’t accept the fact that someone would hurt their family the way Octavia had, that she would lay a hand on the brother who sway her in his arms and told her stories of Greek gods and brave princesses.
“He needs to be observed. I’ll stay with him tonight. You should go get rest.” Octavia simply nodded, taking the hint but lingering by the door before she left.
“Thank you, Clarke.” she finally said.
“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for him.” she whispered back remembering of speaking those same words to the older Blake not so long ago.
Once alone, Clarke finally relaxed and rest her back on the chair. It’d be a while before he woke up but that didn’t mean she would ever leave his side. She changed his bandages and pressed a cold cloth against his head, while he went through his delusional feverish state which involved to her surprise him speaking out her name more than once.
“I’m here.” she promised whenever he tried to reach out to her “I’m right here, Bellamy.” he mumbled something and smiled a little but only calmed down when she leaned over and kissed his forehead.
He finally woke up at down, finding her asleep on the uncomfortable chair next to him. He looked down at his broken body and felt all the pain rushing in but he choked it down and tugged her wrist.
“Clarke-” he said and she immideately jumped up which made him furrow his eyebrows-she wasn’t even resting properly.
“Hey!” she greeted him and when he tried to move up on the pillows she immideately pushed him back “Don’t think about it. You’re not moving from this bed for a while.”
“You…you saved me?” he croaked out after she gave him some water and adjusted the pillows behind him. “You chose me.”
“It wasn’t really a choice.” she said back and leaned over to press her lips against his forehead again. When she pulled back, she looked into those same beautiful brown eyes and felt love pouring not just from him and his heart but from her own too.
She smiled and when he tugged her down and looked at the pillow beside him, suggesting she took that place, she didn’t fight it, not because she couldn’t.
Every time someone says “ingredients” I say “ingredience” in response and then I realize I just sound like I repeated them because it sounds the fucking same out loud
Just thinking about how republicans are going after normie sex shit like “internet porn” and “dildos” now
we fucking told y'all
to be clear: the right views any sex that isn’t purely procreative as deviant. it’s not just kink, or queer sex they find abhorrent. And they genuinely believe that the better educated you are about sex in general, including about gender shit, the more deviant you are. they’re legitimately trying to claw everyone down to hell with them.
Now? Before 2003 it was legit technically illegal in some states for even straight couples to have oral or anal sex, and there are still laws in some states restricting how many dildos you can own etc.
I don’t really know what the goal is with putting a numerical limit on dildos, but with republicans the answer is usually “There isn’t one. Die.”
This is your periodic reminder that it is currently right now illegal in the united states to own porn that the average person in your community would be offended by. That’s the legal definition of obscenity (a piece of media that 1. Exists to turn people on 2. has no other “redeeming” purpose and 3. would be offensive to most people in your jurisdiction) and you can theoretically be arrested and go to jail for owning “obscene” media or giving it to other people.
“But that’s ridiculous,” you say, “porn that the average taxpayer would think was ~offensive~ is absolutely fuckin’ everywhere, on the internet and in real life, and nobody gets in trouble for it.” And you’d be right about that. Realistically, this is a law that cannot be enforced: it is way too easy to break, way too hard to track, and way too many people are interested in breaking it.
Same with the pre-Lawrence v. Texas laws against “sodomy” that headspace-hotel is talking about. Yeah, it was illegal to give a blowjob in the privacy of your own home. But of course most people who like blowjobs never even thought twice about those laws, because it’s usually pretty easy to Not tell a cop what you do in the privacy of your bedroom with your spouse.
“So if laws like this don’t actually stop people from doing whatever sexual things they want to do, why are you concerned about it? You just said these laws don’t hurt anybody, right?” Here’s the thing. The purpose of laws like this is to create an atmosphere where you can get away with doing “"deviant”“ things… if you hide it from polite society, if you keep it secret, if you know your place.
What you can’t do is go out in public and say that actually gay people can have happy relationships, or that masturbating sometimes doesn’t make you a depraved sex addict, or that it’s okay to want to enjoy having sex and not just do it as your Duty To Your Husband.
You can get away with doing what you want in private if you never challenge the dominant cultural message that what you’re doing is gross and immoral and people who do it are disgusting freaks. If you dare to speak up and point out that your ”“shameful secret”“ is actually normal, off you go to jail.
That’s the purpose of laws like this. To make it impossible to challenge the rhetorical stranglehold of conservative christianity on society. To shift the Overton window once and for all to the right. And that’s why we need to fight laws like this with all our strength, every time the right tries to push them forward, even when the specifics are stuff like "you can’t own more than five dildoes” that might seem like a silly thing to go to war over. It’s not about the specifics. It’s about limiting everyone’s speech to things a conservative preacher would say from the pulpit.
The other thing laws like this are good for is giving the police excuses
Younger Americans NEED to understand why Lawrence vs Texas went to the Supreme Court.
In 2003, police raided the private home of two gay men and charged them with sodomy. I cannot emphasize enough that THEY WERE NOT CURRENTLY HAVING SEX AT ALL when the police raided them. But the cops had “probable cause” to believe that they had, at some point, had non-procreative sex, which was illegal under Texas’s sodomy law, so they were charged with a crime.
Ultimately, the SCOTUS ruled that sodomy laws are unconstitutional because US citizens have a right to privacy: what consenting adults do in their own homes is their own business.
What you need to know is that in four states, including Texas and. Missouri, sodomy laws are still on the books. That means that if SCOTUS strikes down Lawrence vs Texas, these laws immediately go back into effect, and more states can add their own.
What would that look like?
If you’re on Tinder and your profile says you’re gay or bi, the police can subpoena your profile and use it to arrest you.
If you’re on Scruff or Grindr, the police can subpoena your location data and messages and use them to track down and arrest you and all your hookups.
If you’re in a same-sex marriage, the police can subpoena a list of same-sex marriage certificates and arrest every single couple—even if they’re widowed or divorced.
If your school has an LGBTQ club, the police can subpoena a list of members and arrest kids & college students.
They could subpoena data from FetLife and Facebook and Twitter and, yes, if they thought to do so, Tumblr. Rainbow flag in your profile? They’re drawing up charges.
And all of these people getting arrested and charged with sodomy, when convicted, will not only have their lives ruined by jail time, but will also likely be labeled sex offenders for the rest of their lives.
This is not ancient history. This was not “back in the day.” I WAS IN COLLEGE WHEN THIS HAPPENED.
And the Republicans are frothing at the fucking mouth to bring these horrors back.
