Reblog if after this episode you’re emotionally attached to Bellamy Blake
I have realized that I haven’t been able to fully appreciate The 100 fully before today, I love The 100 so much and each week I watch it, but last week I got a copy of the book and I’ve been reading it, I’m on page 214 right now and this week while watching The 100 I noticed that something has changed from last week, to this… I know understand this TV show even better than what I thought I did before.
For example this week, Bellamy and Octavia attended a party and it got crashed by the guards who demanded to see ID’s. Bellamy’s family living space is tiny and bare minimal. This is clearly the poorer groups in the ship/ark because if it was the posh part, there wouldn’t have been any guards crashing their party and hell, they parties would have been somewhere really posh and not in a corridor. When I started the book, I was half shocked to learn about the three groups – Walden, Arcadia and Phoenix - but I sort of expected it, as I knew Clarke and Welles were often called “The Privileged” and Clarke herself “Princess”. In the book Clarke and Wells both belonging to the posh, well-off group Phoenix, who get the best of everything, from food to clothes and Jobs and large living areas with real furniture and Bellamy and the others all belong to the poor end, having read some of the book, I could point that out at once.
The guards coming to inspect the flat, that is all in the book too, only Octavia was hiding in the closet rather than a hole in the floor, but I was only reading that part yesterday, so to see it today on The 100’s TV show was something else completely.
So I’d just like to point out that if you can, find the book and read it, because both the book and TV show complement each other and make this whole fandom experience even more enjoyable. I really want to go back to Episode 1 now and watch Episodes 1-5 again to see if I see anything from the book making a little appearance
"You should thank me for helping you." I grit my teeth. "Thank you? You almost stabbed my ear, and you spent the entire time taunting me. Why should I thank you?” “You know, I’m getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on!” He glares at me, and even when he glares, his eyes look thoughtful. Their shade of blue is peculiar, so dark it is almost black, with a small patch of lighter blue on the left iris, right next to the corner of his eye. “Catch on? Catch on to what? That you wanted to prove to Eric how tough you are? That you’re sadistic, just like he is?” “I am not sadistic.” He doesn’t yell. I wish he would yell. It would scare me less. He leans his face close to mine, which reminds me of lying inches away from the attack dog’s fangs in the aptitude test, and says, "If I wanted to hurt you, don’t you think I would have already?" He crosses the room and slams the point of a knife so hard into the table that it sticks there, handle toward the ceiling. “I—” I start to shout, but he’s already gone. I scream, frustrated, and wipe some of the blood from my ear.
Fiction is more than a story.
I want to see the Ark, Bel.
And so it’s happened … Jasper has taken over my blog. Look!
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everyone does it.