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pssyinboots · 1 year

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The Dance- Wally Clark

ok this is my first time writing a full fic so i’m sorry if it’s bad,but please tell me what you think (also i didn’t know how to end this so it ends kinda abruptly)

you and wally have almost started dating about 100 times (it's actually 102 you've been keeping track). you guys even kissed on new years last year, but somehow someway you guys have never actually made it official. and then a new ghost appeared, maddie nears. and suddenly it felt like wally forgot about you and his only focus was maddie. you love maddie you really do,you're not the kind of girl to hate another girl just because you're almost boyfriend (of 102 times) decided to become fascinated with helping her live her death and solve her own murder.you’re trying to help her too.plus you guys have gotten super close, connecting over having crappy home lifes. you've seen how she helps the ghost and shows empathy towards all of them while also trying to figure out what happened to herself.

honestly you can understand why wally has become so enamored with her.it’s just been really hard to see wally spending all his time with her instead of you. he just wanted to help and make her feel welcomed and you knew that his intentions were pure. yet you still couldn’t help but envy her, especially when he chose to spend field day with her instead of with you breaking the tradition you guys have had for the past 5 years. but it's fine it's totally fine atleast y'all still have homecoming ,"so i asked maddie to go to homecoming", you swear you could of cried. your attention quickly transfer from the book you were reading to him. you look up to already see wally’s eyes on you trying to anticipate your reaction while gnawing on his lip."you asked maddie but we always go together, we've been going together for the last 5 years". you can tell wally is starting to get nervous, he's doing that thing where he slightly scrunches up his eyebrows and refuses to look at you."yeah i know but look it's only one night i just want to help her start living her death ya know and plus it's not like we won't be able to hangout too"

you're really trying to understand his point of view, but from where you're standing it just looks like he's leaving you behind and replacing you with funny, beautiful, kind, mysterious maddie nears. you quickly grab your book from the table, and hastily pushing your chair back causing it to make that horrendous scraping sound now you could stand up. "yeah ok i get it, you know what i actually have this thing i forgot about with rhonda so i have to go". before you can make a break for it wally grabs your arm, "hey are you sure you're ok", "yeah wally have fun with maddie i'll talk to you later".

you find rhonda in the teachers lounge with charlie, you probably looked like you got ran over by a car (again). as soon as you enter the room their attention falls onto you charlie is the first one to actually say something, “what’s wrong babes you look like you’ve seen a ghost”. rhonda rolls her eyes at his attempted joke before joining in “yeah cherry pop what’s up”. you try so hard not to look upset but you just couldn’t help it the guy you are in love with was replacing you with the new girl.“wally is taking maddie to the dance”. you tried so hard to keep you’re voice calm and level but you could hear it crack. “oh” they say in unison all you can do is flop down on the couch across from them.“yeah i think it’s actually over i lost him” you move your arm to cover your eyes now you can avoid their pity stares. “cherry pop you cant lose him, that boy is in love with you” charlie nods his head with that cute pity smile creeping onto his face. “yeah babes he is just trying to help maddie live her death and stuff you know he likes you and always has”. you peak at them over your arm,you really try to believe them, but there’s a part of you that been slowly growing over the past couple weeks that tells you that he’s done with the game that y’all are playing and he’s moving on. “yeah thanks guys i think im just going to go outside for a minute” you get up from the couch trying to avoid their stares and sympathy smiles and start your trek to the football field.

you lay down in the middle of the field and just stare up at the stars getting lost in your thoughts. you and wally used to always come out here when something was bothering one of you. it was your one true comfort, which meant a lot to you since there really aren’t too many comforting things about being dead and trapped in your high school. you were so far in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice wally laying down next to you. “heyy what’s up? rhonda came yelling at me to check up on you”, jumping slightly you turn your head to see wally already staring at you with that stupid cute concerned expression on his face .looking away from him you kneel up on your elbows sighing heavily hoping he’ll just drop it,but you can feel his stare burning into you. “ok so i know you’re just trying to help maddie, and i think that’s really sweet of you but i’m feeling sort of left behind”. you refuse to look at him scared of his reaction. you close your eyes tightly waiting for him to say something, “ohhh…… honestly i didn’t think the dance would be that big of a deal i mean we’ve been together for the past year and have been going to that dance together since you’ve got here and maddie’s never been so i thought it would be nice if i took her as friends ”.

your eyes pop open and you look at wally in shock “we’re together???”he cocks his head a bit raising his eyebrows “aren’t we?? we’ve been spending everyday together since you got here, im pretty sure you know more about me than my own mom.” he turns to his side now he can fully look at you.“yeah but wally you’ve never actually asked me to be your girlfriend ”. you look up at him with a confused expression trying hard to keep your head from exploding. “oh-i thought it was kind of just implied,remember new years when i said you were the best thing to ever happen to me and we kissed??” your face heats up reliving the memory. that was the best night of your life or well death. “of course i do but we never really talked about it since then”. “…oh ok that’s my bad. so then will you be my girlfriend??”. you swear your heart stopped. wally just looked at you smiling waiting patiently for a answer. “yes wally of course i’ll be your girlfriend” you swear you here him whisper thank god before he leans down now you guys were at eye level. your lips are about a centimeter apart, if either of you leans in anymore they would be touching. you watch wally’s eyes move between your lips and your eyes. “can i kiss you” he says softly while looking at your lips. you don’t bother responding just pulling him in by his gold chain. it was the best kiss either of you guys have ever had. it was way diffrent from the shy soft kiss you had on new years, this one was full of passion from the past 5 years.

you finally pulled away when you ran out of air and rested your forehead against his. he kisses your nose causing you to let out a soft chuckle and he slowly pulled away from you. “so should i tell maddie that she’s going to be third wheeling us at the dance ??” he questions while holding your hand running his thumb up and down your skin. you look up at him and quirk your eyebrow “you want me to go with y’all?? it’s ok wally i understand you can go with her as friends i just felt a little jealous”.he smiles at you and looks at you with adoration. “well technically she will be going with us.but yes there’s no way i’ll be hitting the dance without my girl.plus i can’t have you be jealous now can i ”.you just laugh and lean your head against his shoulder and he rests his head ontop of yours. “yes wally i’ll go to the dance with you.” “yes ok cool let’s go tell maddie” wally gets up aroubtly causing you to fall down into the grass “oof sorry babe” he gives you his hand to pull you up which you take and he leads you to go find maddie.

#school spirits #wally clark #wally clark x reader #milo manheim #school spirits one shot

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bruces-midlife-crisis · 2 months

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guys i had another shower thought and I think I fixed batman v superman

if you dont know, theres a clip of zack synder on the joe rogan podcast where he talks about how batman should kill and its going viral on twitter

my immediate first thought was: then why was joker still alive?

we all know that batfleck would have killed joker after dick died (still cant believe that happened wtf) because bruce literally tried to kill joker in the comics

hear me out: movie opens with jason (NOT DICK, ZACK) dying in the warehouse and batfleck LOSES IT and starts trying to hunt down joker. cavil, as clark, hears about the batman for the first time and how he's going on a rampage across gotham to find joker and he's like: not on my watch

boom, the story then shifts from a batman v joker storyline to the batman v superman storyline cuz clark is trying to stop batfleck and batfleck just wants joker's head

hell, instead of the martha moment that was meme'd to death, you could have had a scene where clark and batfleck are fighting and eventually clark shouts, in frustration, "why are you doing this?!"

and batfleck roars, "HE KILLED MY SON."

boom, now clark is viewing the situation differently. he's conflicted. he runs to lois for advice because he now understands batfleck's fury and vengeance since there's a part of him that would probably act the same but it doesn't make him right

then clark can approach batfleck, not as superman but as clark, and they TALK. clark explains to bruce that jason wouldn't want him kill the joker. that its not going to solve anything

and eventually bruce agrees especially since clark is the first person to actually help bruce process the death of jason in a nonviolent way. then movie ends with them becoming friends.

the best part is joker wouldn't even be in the movie at all. he would just be a metaphor of batfleck's anger, grief, and vengeance

batman v superman should have been a movie of these two powerhouses' ideologies butting heads before coming to a resolution and becoming friends.

ya know, how clark and bruce actually are in the comics

but we all know zack has never read a detective comics comic before so lmao

#my brain feels so huge after i came up with this #gunn should hire me fr #bruce wayne #batman #batfleck #clark kent #superman #batman v superman #edited this post a bit to make more sense mb!

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rand0mfangurlstuff · 17 days

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Sing Yourself to Sleep - Bucky & Y/N - Part One - Marching On

Hey everyone! Again, thank you so much for all the ove on my first fic, I'll Look After You. I've decided to try my hand at a new fic, this one will be more angsty. Each chapter will be loosely inspired by a song. Music really inspires me and I often think of different little scenarios when listening to my favourite songs. These are not stand alone chapters and will all accumulate into one story. This first chapter is inspired by Marching On by OneRepublic. Enjoy!

It had been a long, hard day. Y/N was still processing everything she had seen since first showing up at Thorpe Abbotts. The wife of Colonel Clarke, she didnt need to leave her home to live on the base, but she wanted to be close to her husband and help where she could. It was unusual, a Colonel's wife deciding to work in the kitchen of the base, but Y/N was a profound baker. Everyone and anyone who knew of her knew that her cookies, pasteries, cakes and anything else you could put in an oven was amazing. So when Y/N found herself at a lose end, she headed into the kitchen of the mess hall and asked the staff would they let her use the kitchen to make baked treats for the men. They agreed, mostly because they were afraid of saying no to her, being who she was.

Now she stood in the middle of the mess hall, looking at all the empty seats. So many good men lost, some of which she had grown quite fond of. It became suffocating, she needed to go for a walk.

She would herself walking towards the B-17s, or at least what was left of them. Some of them needed serious repairs, and she on Lemmons and other mechanics working on them. She looked over to the intact planes when movement caught her eye. There he was, Major John Egan, sitting on the wing of a plane with a bottle of whiskey. He saw her staring, and gestured the bottle to her. 'You thirsty?' he said. As much as she shouldnt, she felt a swig of whiskey was exactly what she needed. She walked over to the wing of the plane and hoisted herself up so she was sitting beside him. He passed her the bottle and she took a big gulp, enjoying the burn as it went down her troat.

Bucky was tired. Tired of missions, tired of the war, tired of his friends dying. They had lost so many today, including Curt. And there wasnt a damn thing he could do about it. So he did what he could do; drink. He saw her walking around the airfield like a lost sheep, she wasnt normally out here, she was one of the few wives living on base and of them, she was the only one to be seen outside their quaters or the officers club. She must have felt his eyes on her because she turned to him, a question on her face wondering what he was doing sitting there. He saw her eyeing up his whiskey bottle and thought that sharing it with a pretty lady might not be the worst thing in the world.

They sat in silence for a long while, passing the bottle back and forth until sadly, they reached the end. When Bucky put the bottle to his lips and was met with nothing he sighed, 'Great, first Curt, now my whiskey.' Y/N's eyes darted to him. 'Curt? You mean Curtis?' realisation dawned on her. 'Oh no, poor Curtis.' She had gotten to know Curtis Biddick well, he always complimented her baking; particularily her muffins. She found his thick New York accent endearing, and he always did his best to make her smile when they spoke. She was sad to know she would never hear his voice again.

'It's sickening' Bucky finally said. 'We keep losing our men, our friends, our brothers. And we just gotta keep going. Gotta get back in the sky and-' 'Keep marching on.' Y/N interrupted, lost in her own thoughts.

'What?' he asked, confused. 'It's something my mother always said. When something bad happens, and you feel like you cant cope, you keep marching on. I think thats why I go for walks when I'm sad.' she said with a slight chuckle. 'Your mother sounds a lot like your husband.' Bucky said dryly. Y/N then let out a rather loud laugh. 'She's no soldier, but she's tough that's for sure.'

After another bout of silence, Y/N felt the need to speak. 'You have to do it, for them. If you give up now they died for nothing.' Bucky sighed, 'I know, I'm not actually giving up, just fantasising about it.' 'You need better things to fantasize about Major.' she laughed. He smiled, the whiskey making him more improper than he should be around the Colonel's wife, 'Got any ideas? What do you fantasize about?' She feigned shock and disgust, hitting him lightly on the chest. 'A lady never tells.' He laughed again, it felt good to laugh.

The sun was starting to set, and she knew Albert would be looking for her soon. 'I better get going, Albert will be wondering where I am.' She made to move off the wing of the plane, but found it much more difficult to get down than it had be to get up, her fear of heights kicking in. Bucky saw her hesitation and jumped down, he held his arms out to her in a gesture for him to lift her. 'May I?' She nodded, and soon his hands were on her waist as he gently lifted her down. 'Thank you Major.' she said, blush keeping up her cheeks at his proximity and the intimate nature of his lifting her off the wing. 'Call me Bucky, please.' 'Thank you Bucky.'

She turned to leave walking back towards the quarters. Bucky started walking along side her. 'You dont have to walk me back.' she said. 'I'm not.' he said with a smile. She looked at him slightly confused, she knew that his quarters was in the same direction, as was the mess hall, but she didnt expect him to leave when she left. He looked at her with that signature devil-may-care smirk,

'I'm Marching On.'

#masters of the air #callum turner #john bucky egan #john egan #mota #masters of the air fan fiction #masters of the air fanfic #john egan x reader #john bucky egan x reader

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slytherinbarnes · 4 months

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I NOW WE'RE TALKING ABOUT RED BUT YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT TEARS RICOCHET ISNT ABOUT BELLUNE LIKE!!!!!!!!!

i just found this in my drafts bc i very clearly had inspo and i cant believe i never shared it. my tears ricochet x bellune, but make it a season 3 au where we lose our girl instead of lincoln oops sorry

You sit beside Kane in lock up, having just said goodbye to your mother, wishing you could do the same with Bellamy and your sister.

As you near the hour of what will soon be your death, you find comfort in knowing that at least Clarke will have your mother. Selfishly, some part of you is grateful that you don’t have to feel the loss of losing your twin, and that Clarke will have to learn to live with the grief. But she was always stronger than you, and if anyone could learn to live without half of themselves, your shining star can.

But in the end, it’s Bellamy your heart aches for. In a way, he’s lost his sister, his friends, those that are closest to him. In the moments of silence, when it’s just the two of you, you can see the weight pulling down his shoulders, can see the anguish that has settled into the lines on his face. Bellamy has spent most of his life lost; searching for who he is without a father, what kind of man he wanted to be on the Ark. and then losing his mother and Octavia, it left him listless, floating in the openness of space with no idea of who he wanted to be.

It’s why he so easily agreed to save Octavia’s life by shooting Jaha; he had the opportunity to find himself again. To anchor his identity to his goal of saving Octavia, and ultimately, his people.

But then his obsession with saving his people, after having lost so many in such a short time, broke him, pushed into the arms of a fascist chancellor who saw how easy it was to take advantage of the man you love.

It’s a path you can’t follow him down.

It’s a path you won’t be given the chance to follow him down, even if you wanted to.

You look at Kane, at the man you’ve come to see as a father figure without even realizing it was happening. And now, the man who will lose his life the same way your father lost his. Fighting for what’s right.

“It can't be all for nothing.” Kane turns to look at you in confusion, not understanding what you mean. You push on, “All of it. The spying, Mount Weather, all the hell we’ve faced can’t be all for nothing. Pike will destroy Skaikru until there’s nothing left, and everything we fought for will no longer matter.”

Lincoln wanders over and sits beside you on the bench. He reaches out to squeeze your shoulder, a silent message that he understands your frustration.

“There’s nothing left for us to do. We have to hope our deaths will mean something. That it will finally push for the change we’ve been fighting for.”

You’re incredulous at the suggestion, at the thought of being told to just stop fighting. “So that’s it? We just give up?”

Kane shakes his head, his expression sad, but determined. “No. This is how we fight now. We go with grace, accept our punishment, hold our head high. We don’t break, we don’t show fear. The people will remember.”

He glances up at Sinclair, who has just joined the three of you, nodding in agreement. You look at Lincoln, who gives Kane a single nod in agreement, and you sit between them, wondering how this is all that’s left for you. You’re the last to agree, resigned to a fate that may save the love of your life and your people, a fate that you will not be around to see.

You’ve never been happier to see Octavia Blake in your entire life.

She ushers all of you to safety, freedom just on the other side of a hidden passageway built into Arkadia’s walls.

A freedom that she watches slip away as Lincoln insists on staying back for his people.

You see the betrayal on her face as she slips into unconsciousness, the same betrayal you felt when Bellamy did the same thing to you in Mount Weather. As Lincoln passes his unconscious girlfriend into Kane’s waiting arms, you close in on him, trying to change his mind. She passes out right after, and Lincoln catches her easily, passing her to Kane. You step towards Lincoln, looking at him in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“Same thing you’d do for your people.”

You give him a serious look, “Yu laik ai kru.”

You are my people. He smiles at you, but it’s sad, and the sight of it hurts your heart. “Just get her out of here. Please.”

But then Kane’s words rattle around in your head, and it finally clicks for you. We have to hope our deaths will mean something. The people of Arkadia see Lincoln as a Grounder, and his sacrifice to save other Grounders will mean nothing to them. They will only see it as someone saving their own. They need to see one of their own, someone from the Ark, risking their life for Grounders. It’s the only way they’ll ever understand what the rest of you are fighting for.

The answer seems so obvious now, and you feel like a fool for not thinking of it earlier.

You turn back to Lincoln, shaking your head at him, already stepping away. “Get her out of here yourself. I can save your people.” And maybe Bellamy too.

Kane steps closer to the two of you, unable to avoid overhearing your conversation in the small hallway. His expression is distraught, shaking his head as he looks at you. “No, you can’t.”

“You said it yourself: our deaths can mean something. The people will remember. I know this place better than Lincoln, I know the guard schedules and routes. I can get them out and be seen only when I need to be. I can end this.”

“But Clarke-”

You cut Kane off, “Has my mother, and our friends, and you.”

You can see the moment he remembers that you will not go out without a fight, that you will do this with or without his support. He offers you the only thing he can, which is his blessing. “If you get them into the west woods, they can navigate the trade routes to the blockade. They’ll be safe.”

It relieves you to have his approval, though you can see the anguish it’s causing him to give it. You give him a small smile of thanks, hoping he won’t carry guilt from something that you’re willingly choosing to do.

You can’t say the same for Lincoln, who grabs your arm as you try to step away, pulling you back towards the escape route. “La lune, you can’t.”

“We both know it’s the only way, Lincoln. You know that I know this camp better than you. I’m more likely to make it through unnoticed. If you want your people to be safe, they need to get out of this camp, at least until Pike is dead. I can’t take care of that, but I can save your people and make a statement. Maybe the people will turn on him, offer him to the Grounders at the blockade.”

You can see that he desperately wants to argue with you, but when his mouth opens, no words come out. Because both of you know he’s right, and if Skaikru wants any chance of survival, they need to see Pike do the unthinkable. He reaches out for you, his strong arms pulling you into a hug, and it’s the first time since you made your decision that you start to tear up.

When Lincoln pulls away, his expression is sad, but you swear you glimpse a look of pride in your eyes. It strengthens your resolve further. “A warrior with a heart.”

You smile at him before reaching up and unclasping your necklace, your thumb brushing over the silver moon one last time. You press it into Lincoln’s hand, delivering your final wish. “Can you give this to Bellamy for me?”

His hand closes over the moon, the last time you’ll ever see the small charm, and when you meet Lincoln's eyes, you can see that he understands what this means to you. “Of course.”

There’s a clamor down the hall, what sounds like a commotion of guards, and you know that time is finally up. You quickly press a kiss to Octavia’s forehead and back away from the two men, looking them both over as you mutter, “May we meet again.”

They repeat it back to you before slipping into the hidden passageway, and when you press the panel back into the wall, it’s with the knowledge that you’ll never see any of them again.

The escape of 4 prisoners sentenced to death has the guards scrambling, and it makes them sloppy.

It’s easy to be invisible when that’s all you were your entire life. You blend in with the crowds of Arkadians easily, walking past most of the guards in plain sight. And when you round the final corner to the small lock up you left not long ago, you’re relieved to find that they only left one guard behind.

He’s not expecting you, so when you run down the hall at full speed, kicking your legs out to swipe his own feet from beneath him, he tumbles easily. You yank the shock baton from his belt, cranking it up just enough to knock him unconscious, but not to kill him. You’re trying to help your cause, not hurt it.

You pat the man down, finding a small pocket knife that you slip into your pants, along with his key card to open the holding cell door. Denae stands there with the others, looking at you in shock, surprised to see you after you were led to your death not long ago.

“Where’s Lincoln?”

“Safe. Escaped with the others.” You look over the group of Grounder prisoners that have started to stand and move towards you. “We don’t have much time. I have to get you to the west woods before they notice you’re gone.”

The Grounders don’t need to be told to hurry; they’ve seen how easily Pike locked his people up and sentenced them to death, know that it’s only a matter of time before they’re next. The stronger ones carry and guide the weak, and you take the emptier hallways until all of you are safely outside, the fence and the woods beyond it in your sight. You want to be seen, but getting caught before freeing the Grounders will only make things worse for everyone.

As your group openly jogs across a busy section of Arkadia, people stop to watch you, but no one says a word, unsure of what exactly they’re seeing. When you reach the fence, you toss a nearby stick at a section you hope is no longer electrified, fried long ago during spy related activities. The stick hits the ground without event, and you let out a sigh of relief, guiding Denae and the others through the gaps in the fence. When everyone is safely through, Denae turns to look at you, surprised to find you still on the other side. “You’re not coming with us?”

“There’s something else I need to do. Follow the trade route to the west, and you’ll reach the blockade in no time. Your people can protect you from there.”

“Thank you.”

You feel strange accepting her thanks. “I’m sorry for what my people have done to yours. Maybe one day we will all be one people.”

“Peace will find a way.”

And as the two of you exchange a smile, an alarm begins to sound over the PA system, prompting Denae to turn and run, disappearing into the treeline with her people before Pike and his guards even know they’re gone. You let out a sigh of relief, because at least now, everyone is safe. Except for you.

“La lune, la lune, la lune.”

The name falls from Bellamy’s lips like a broken prayer as he sprints through the woods, back towards Arkadia, a necklace squeezed so tight in his grasp that a small silver moon will leave its imprint in his palm for hours after he lets go.

He can hear footsteps crashing through the woods behind him, his sister and Kane calling his name as he tears through the woods on memory alone, letting his legs carry him back to the woman he loves.

I only wanted to keep her safe. To protect her, and my people. I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong.

When he bursts through the treeline, his eyes trace the arc of Arkadia looming high in the gray skies, rain starting to fall like the Earth knows what’s about to happen. Bellamy is sure that he can stop it, that he can convince Pike to save your life, even though he failed before. He’ll give himself in your place, accept that the bullet meant for you is actually for him, one shot to atone for his sins and wipe his slate clean. Because you deserve to live, to have peace and live life until you’re old and gray. You deserve a partner that loves you, and the comfort of knowing that you’ll always be safe with the people you love. You deserve all the things you’ve dreamed and longed for, and even if he can't be there to see it, even if he can't be there to give those things to you, he will sacrifice himself in your place.

Pike walks ahead of a group of guards, guards that Bellamy would have considered friends not two days earlier, guards that are now pulling his fighting girlfriend outside the main gate.

Bellamy starts to run again, his legs moving on instinct to be with you, but strong hands pull him back, holding him in place with an iron grip, forcing him to watch from a distance.

Your hands are bound; hands that he once spent hours holding, content just to be with you. Your hair is wild around you, the way it looks when you wake beside him each morning, tousled now from the way you’re fighting the guards. And the necklace that would normally be glinting in the light around your neck is now gripped so tightly in his hand that blood begins to seep between his fingers.

He wants to turn to Kane and Octavia, scream that they have to save you, that they have to let him go so he can take your place, but he is frozen as he sees you pulled before Pike, the chancellor’s hand already resting on the gun at his side.

Pike is too much of a coward to kill you in the middle of Arkadia.

You guessed as much, but once he dragged you towards the back of camp, out of sight from the rest of your people, you started to fight, deciding that going with grace only worked if there was someone there to see it.

The people of Arkadia will know what happened to you, even though Pike tries to hide it.

Once you are pulled through the gate and into a patch of land just outside Arkadia’s walls, you finally stop your fight. It’s almost over. Everyone you love is outside the camp, except your mother, who will have no idea what’s happened until after you’re gone. You can only hope she remembers her promise to you and Kane, and that she doesn’t risk her life when Clarke still needs her.

You thought you’d be scared, but you aren’t. You swear it’s because your father is with you, his cologne easy to spot amongst the smell of dirt and pine. He’s keeping you standing tall and strong, giving nothing to the man that will soon take your life. A man that he once played chess with, long ago on a ship in the sky, long before anyone knew that a life on Earth was possible.

When you had nothing but time while locked up, you anguished over all the things you were going to lose. Now, as the clock ticks towards the end, you think only of the things that give you joy. You think of Clarke when you were both small, of the pictures she would draw and leave on your pillow to find in the morning. You think of Octavia, the timid girl that became a warrior and your friend, making you more proud than you thought possible. You think of Monty’s moonshine and your mom’s laugh and most of all you think of Bellamy.

You think of the freckles dotted across his face, the ones you would trace for hours as he slept beside you. You think of his lopsided grin, and the way he always seemed to know what you needed before you needed it. You think of how he gave you strength when you had none, the way he laughed when he thought no one was paying attention. You think of him in the quiet moments, the in between, when his face was serene with sleep or his shoulders finally relaxed at the end of a long day. You think of Greek gods, constellations, and the Iliad, of all the stories that tied the two of you together.

And your final wish to the Universe as you turn to face Pike, is that Bellamy Blake will no longer be lost.

You stand tall as they turn you to Pike, your stance confident, despite the situation you’re in.

You don’t drop to your knees when they ask you too, making the guards get their hands dirty instead as they push your knees into the mud beneath you.

You don’t flinch when Pike pulls out his pistol and cocks it.

Your eyes never leave his as his finger moves to the trigger.

The last words to ever leave your lips falls on ears that don’t understand the meaning.

“I love you more than the stars.”

And you swear the last thing you hear before everything goes dark, is a scream that sounds a lot like Bellamy.

Bellamy feels like the scream is splitting his throat apart, his anguish so raw, so palpable, that he’s sure he must be bleeding.

He can’t understand that he’s okay, that the pain he’s feeling isn’t one that can ever be seen. He’s sure that it will kill him, that his heart will refuse to carry this and simply stop. He thinks that will be the greatest mercy, the way to reunite again with you.

He doesn't remember Kane and Octavia pulling him away from the clearing, trying to escape the Arkadian guards that now know where they are. He doesn't remember punching the walls of the cave until his hands were nothing but blood and torn flesh, doesn't remember the screams that tore from his throat until Kane slipped Reaper drugs into his veins.

He slips unconscious in a fit of anguish, surrounded by friends who wonder how they will share the news of your death to your other half if this is how Bellamy reacts.

They have to keep someone on guard duty all night, because Bellamy tries to escape three separate times, swearing he’s going to kill Pike with nothing more than his bare hands.

He has to be chained up when they kidnap Pike and deliver him to the Grounders, ending the blockade. He fights the restraints for hours, until his wrists are just as bloody as his hands once were, and only when he’s finally exhausted every ounce of strength in his body does he finally fall asleep.

And when he dreams, he dreams of you.

@anoddsightcomeoutatnight

#sub rosa x red #sb answers #bellamy blake x reader #sub rosa au

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Could I pls request Clarke Griffin x gn!reader where the reader gets injured while protecting her please?

Bullet

Pairing: Clarke Griffin x gn reader Warnings: Gunshot wound, mentions of death (nobody dies), Clarke being a tease

I apologize that this took a whole year ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In your defince you didn’t think the Azgeda people had guns.

You had gotten shot in th side when you heard Clarke Scream while you guys were being attacked. It was a rash decision but hearing her scream had set you into auto pilot and instead of staying hidden you jumped out and ran towards her with the only thought on your mind being to protect her. You were about an arms length away from her when you got shot.

Now you laid hissing in pain as Clarke was stitching up your wound. Your blood soaked clothes are not what you were concerned about though. It was the way Clarke hadn’t said anything to you since she told you she loved you as she thought you were dying.

Now the both of you were silent as she applied a bit of ointment to your wound.

“I’ll come back tomorrow to check on you. For now don’t move. Ill have Lexa get a gaurd to bring you stuff.” As she went to leave you quickly grabbed her arm.

“Clarke.” She attempted to pull away but your grib only got firmer. “Clarke!” You yelled and she froze. You looked at her desperately wanting her to meet your eyes but she wouldn’t. Its almost as if she couldn’t look at you.

“Clarke. I love you.” She looked at you with wide eyes before attempting to pull away again.

“No.” She stated once she got her arm free.

“No?” You looked at her sadly and she only shook her head.

“Everyone I love keeps dying. I can’t love you if that means you dying to.” You almost didn’t make out the last part. You watched as tears started falling down her pale cheeks and how she once again avoided eye contact.

As she went to walk away again you jumped into action and pulled her down on the bed next to you wrapping your body around her ensuring she couldn’t move. You winced in pain a little at the pressure on your side but decided to ignore it instead focusing on the warmth of Clarke who seemed to not know wether to push you off or pull you closer.

“I love you Clarke Griffin. It’s going to take a lot more than a little bullet to take me away from you.” This seemed to calm her a little but you could still tell that she was a little hesitant.

“We don’t have to do anything. We can stay friends. I understand.” You slowly move to get off of her but you hear her let out a little whine before her hands grip your shirt and her head rests on your chest.

“Don’t leave..Please. I love you so much. I can’t lose you. If if we do this you have to promise not to put yourself in danger anymore.” She looks up at you with the saddest eyes you have ever seen.

Running your hands through her hair you sigh “I cant promise that. But I can promise to be more careful.” She nods before burying her face in your neck and leaving a small kiss.

“I want to be with you.” You smile down at her as she says this and let out a little laugh.

“I want to be with you as well. Your my girlfriend now. I will protect you with my life.” You tilt your head down to kiss her but as she adjustes herself you wince in pain as she accidentaly bumps your side. She stutters out an apology as she stands and lifts your shirt letting out a sigh of relief as your bandage looks relatively clean.

“No kiss or anything until your healed.” She smirks as you whine and walks out of the room leaving you to groan and flop your head back on the bed.

A bullet may not have killed you but Clarke Griffin's teasing just might.

#clarke griffin #clarke griffin x female reader #clarke griffin x reader #clarke griffin x fem reader #clarke griffin x y/n #clarke griffin x you #clarke griffin the 100 #the 100 #the 100 clarke #clarke x reader #clarke x fem reader #clarke griffin x gn reader #clarke griffin x gender nuetral reaeder #clarke #eliza taylor #eliza taylor x reader

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year

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just read house of kent arc and. hmmm. many thoughts mixed feelings. its like... it was an overall pretty nice superfam story and the clois+jon parts in particular were solid and good, and i care them, but man. everything abt kon's storyline in there and them trying to figure out his whole deal just really got used as a framing device and not an actual plotline... which i mean i kind of expected bc hes not the main character but at the same time the way its just entirely sorta handwaved as "oh well no answers but its cool!" is kinda frustrating. but of course that does come with the caveat that i generally just do not like rebirth kon's setup and storyline.

i just cant fucking get over this sentiment kon expresses outright here... clark is trying but jesus the situation is so existentially fucked up. hey man your grandparents remember you but no one else you knew including the rest of the supers does bc you never existed here. also we randomly threw in some stuff about how you might lose all your powers for some reason? but anyway at least youve got the farm buddy :)

(it's also frustrating re: kon's arc and general situation bc bendis is just not very consistent w explaining it. cassie remembers yj existing somehow, ma and pa remember kon when they see him, but clark never does. this is explained as him having memory issues bc of having universe-jumped so much, but if that was actually the case then youd think the random people in yj19 who kon meets, like the security worker who asks if he's jon, would also recognize him like ma and pa did. and then there's the way tim and steph supposedly have magically repressed memories, only steph's never return the way tim's do, but it's never brought up again? and tim only recovers these memories when zatanna gets around the block in his head but we just never find out what put that there to begin with, nor do we ever discuss any narrative impact of it so its kind of like well what was the point ...? why establish tim having this when cassie doesn't??? is it just to explain the previous tim line about conner's name "tugging on his heart" without having to bother saying anything similar about cassie and simply brushing her aside there to focus on tim's memories??? idk. there is just so little consistency around any of this. which i knew going in but also GOD. comics im on my knees im begging)

#this is kinda rambly my bad im so sleepy but i have thoughts #anyway i think amber spyglass garden bench quote konbart au is the most correct ending for rebirth era kon and i will NOT take concrit #fucking. open up hypertime again send that boy home jesus christ #rimi talks #kon

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roachemoji · 9 months

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Stranger Things S2 01

this is just me live blogging watching ST none of my thoughts are v coherent enjoy <3

STARTING OFF REAL INTERESTING BUT REAL TALK when you have like a cool haircut how do you expect not to be found if u do a crime???? LIKE I LOVE YOUR MOHAWK AND I GET IT U DONT WANT TO COVER IT BC OBVIOUSLY BUT!!!!

this is NOT the focus obviously its about the fact theres other kids from the lab BUT AKSHDAKSJDKH

DUSTINNNN!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IM SO GLAD WE'RE STARTING ON HIM KISS KISS KISS

not the reagan sign STOP STOP ITS BEEN 2 SECONDS I HATE TED THATS HIS NAME RIGHT FIGHT KILL DESTROY BITE BITE BITE BITE

also the boys have grown SO MUCH !!!!!!! i forget there was actual real time between when these were filmed KSJHD im so excited to see Will and his perpetual bowl cut

JOYCE MY MOM!!!!!!!!!! SHES SO PRETTY AND SO CONCERNED I JUST LOVE HER

THE CHIP EATING DUDE FUCKING !!!! REMINDS ME OF THAT FUCKER FROM MONSTER HOUSE???????

THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE REMINDS ME OF THIS ASKJDHASKJHDKAJSH

Will is so tiny ..... and little? oh hes being teleported into the fucking upside down again baby boy im so fucking sorry also ilu but why would you just walk outside away from wher eyour friends WERE to look at the horrifying shit world you were trapped and almost died in ????? aSDKJH

Im gonna have to DM you on discord or something so i can properly save all the things you have to say about the timelines and how the Russian shit plays into that because was anyone calling El (im assuming he's referring to her) is Russian??? IK this is possibly the third (?) timeline we've seen (genuinely let me know if i can do that its ok if not i forget tumblr has Dms)

ALSO WHO IS THIS GUY IM CRYING HES!!! WHAT A PI??? WHO ARE YOU

NANCY AND STEVE ALSO BESTIES IM CRYING STEVE IS hes trying so hard are they dating my brain is so full of queer shit that im so deadset on platonic hetero relationships - i paused for one second and unpaused and they kissed SO THAT ANSWERS MY QUESTION

idk what relationships to pay more attention to bc the dynamic between Mike and El interests me the most because of how compulsory everything feels and how El is going to navigate a completetly new environment and how Mike will cope with that? (im assuming its not well)

OH is this the !!! the guy that i see people talk about all the time YEAHHH THE BLOND MULLET MAN AND MAX what the fuck is his name Billy??? He looks trans

CRYING AT CHECKING OUT H IS ASS GIRL WAHT ASS HES FLAT HE HAS NOTH ING AKDSHASKHDKAJSH and those jeans are supposed to be supporting cheeks

I love Mr Clark so much and everyone who looks bored in his class just doesnt GET IT

BUT ALSO MAX I GET IT QUEEN the boys all staring are so good I FORGET THEY GO AS THE GHOST BUSTERS FOR HALLOWEEN

JOYCE MY MOM WHO IS THIS GUY HES??? GOOFY AND SHES SO HAPPY ??? BOB !!! i have no initial bad opinions of him bc hes silly and goofy and he makes Joyce so happy and she deserves to be SO SOSOS OS HAPPY and nothing but happy

IF i have to endure another god damn Hopper flash back im gonna throw up and scream and cry and lose my mind and I won't recover and I'll never come back

Im in call while I watch this episode because i really wanted to get through while and actually use my brain bc i don't that often - but my roommates bird is sitting next to her mic and farting really really softly into it and its making me lose my fucking mind

CORN MAZES WHEN YOURE TALL LOOK SO EASY AND LESS SCARY WHENEVER IM IN A FUCKING CORN MAZE ITS TERRIFYING AND I CANT SEE SHIT BC IM LIKE 2 FEET TALL

NANCCYCYY AND JOHNANATHANANSDNSAKDJ BESTIES BESTIES BESTIES BEST FRIENDS IM MAKING THEM A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET ITS THEIR FAVORITE COLOURS AND THEY NEVER TAKE THEM OFF

ADN STEVE TOO!!! IM SORRY YOURE A THIRD WHEEL BUT its the start of season 2 how do we feel about polyam relationships between them where the audience for that point me in the correct direction

DUSTIN IS RIGHT ALSO I LOVE HIM i love his little hats - MAX IS ALSO RIGHT

God i feel so ba for Will like to be??? singled out like that especially in elementary school? hell.

WHERE ARE THEY GOING TOGETHER WHAT IS HAPPENING ISNT THIS THE LAB ??? ougHHH THAt needle sound was unecessary

REALLY starting to see how this might be a different timelinei have no idea how ???? Joyce would.... trust them??? UNLESS THIS IS A HOSPITAL no its not ho films ina fucking hospital like this

also theyre mentioning the upside down

I understand needing to go back to the only place that fully understands that it exists and you need a place to talk to someone and also monitor him physically without being dismissed as insane - but i dont understand how Joyce OR Hopper would trust the Lab again after everything happened??????

I'm glad that he's actually getting help, and im glad that Joyce and Hopper are there to make him feel safe and support him given everything but !!!!!

this iS THE. He has PTSD. when did they get the word to describe that akjhaskjdh NVM HE JUST SAID IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO IS PRETENDING LIKE EVERYTHING IS NORMAL HELPFUL BC IT SURE THE FUCK IS N OT FOR ME ????????? also who is this DR hes kinder but "i need you to trust me" to JOYCE AFTER THE BRENNER SHIT ???

also them NOT MENTIONING IT WHEN THEY LEAVE BUT JOYCE UPSET ABOUT THE WHOLE "i need you to trust me" THING B UT NOT BRINIGN UP BRENNER?????? susususususus timeline shit anyway EM @ me tell me wahts up kiss kiss mwuah mwuah

OH they've upped their guinea pig game on entering the upside down and the gatelooks fucking uglier and uglier LOVE THE TORCH glad it works but no wonder the gate looks angry???

DUSTINNN I LOVE H IM I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

ough i have a feeling her older brother is gonna ..... trigger me a lil but we'll get through it

THEM BOTH HAVING A CRUSH ON HER!!!!!

If YouR fRiEnD jUmPs OfF a ClIfF 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

THEYRE GOING OVER TO HAVE DINNER WITH BARBS FAMILY STOP STOP STO PST OPST OPST IM GONNA CRY Oh they hired a P.I okay yeah the bald guy he..... HIS CARD STOPPPPP

realizing they defenitely can't tell her parent's what actually happened to her an di hate that im gonna oaufkahd girl im so sorry im so sorry im so osrry UPSET BC SHE AS A CHARACTER DID NOT DESERVE TO DIE I WISH THEY HADN'T DONE HER DIRTY LIKE THAT

all the photos of her would make me so ill to look at like god NANCYYY THE GUILT AND B LAME GIRLIEEEE

also Mike rebelling after experiencing that kind of trauma and losing Will and El even though Will came back he's not the same of corse he's struggling - calling it with the !!!! WALKIE TALKIEEEE girl i miss her too

YEAHHH ITS dustiNNNN BUT HE AKSHDKAJSH

DUSTINNN IM KAHSDKJH I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HES SO SILLY !!!!!!!!!!!!! HES THE SILLY IN MY HEART

HONESTLY props to him again for not like invesigating something that was probably gonna be HORRIBLE he'd survive a horror movie

JOYCEEEEE IN MY FAV SHIRT SHES SO KISS KISS KISS KISS

Johnathan is such a good brother bro BUT ALSO WILL IS SO RIGHT I GET IT I GET IT I UNDERSTAND TREATING IT LIKE ITS NORMAL MAKES IT WORSE !!!! SOMETHING HAPPENED PLEASE ACKNOWLEGE THAT and JOHANATHANNN HES THE FREAK AND A WEIRDO

STOPA SDADKSHJ iT S THAT WHY YOU DONT HAVE ANY FRINEDS SHUT UP STOP STOP /POS

BOB i love you so far and ik that being a step parent in these situation (even tho hes only dating Joyce its the same) is so hard especially when there are kids involved BUT YOURE DOING SUCH A GOOD JOB

AND THEYRE ALL WATCHING THE MOVIE TOGETHER AHHH

ew the phone the trigger GIRL YOU GOT THIS ITS OKAY ITS OKAY BUT ALSO THATS SUCH A HORRENDOUS RINGTONE WHAT THE FUCK

love me a tech who accidentally ignores the alarms going off (i couldnt hear the song playing it feels important - unintentially placing importance on all the music in this show now thank u em)

OohuaAHDAKJH OH WILL IS GONNA get ,,,,, yoinked back again isn't he ouguhadhAKHDJS interesting that it really only affects the *outside* like doors are now portals in a way ? i cant remember if it affected the inside of the arcade immediately or not

OH MIST LOOKING MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wood Waffle Hours !!!!!!!!!! OH NO CABIN HOURS??? IS SHE. IS SHE. BIG EYE BALL EMOJIS LET ME SEE MY GIRL LET ME SEE THE BABY GIRL !!!! this entire scene makes it seem like shes a fucking AKSJDHA freak ass creature

HER HAIRRRRR SHES SO CUTE STOPPPP HOPPERS LITTLE SMILE IM TEARING UP AND CRYING ACTUALLY LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT THEM LOOKA T THEM OUGHHAHAHHHHHHHH IM HEAVING

thank u for reading these were my thoughts

#bo posting #stranger things #live blogging #st #I DONT HAVE MUCH TO ADD HERE IT WAS JUST A GOOD EP #REALLY LOVED THE COLD OPEN TOO

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What We Came Here To Do pt. 3

The 100 EPISODE 2 Pt. 1

A/n: I'm so sorry it took me too freaking long to get this chapter out. I started a new job and it's honestly kicking my ass. But hopefully, now ill be able to get chapters out more regularly.

Summary: Y/N Kane was a mechanic apprentice that worked under Jake Griffin and Sinclare until Jake gets floated and you get locked up for treason. Now you are part of the 100 getting sent to earth. Of course, you miss your best friend Wick but is stopping your dad Marcus Kane from coming down to earth worth losing Wick forever, the hot (totally not a guard) Bellamy Blake thinks so, so you just might follow him.

pt. 1 pt. 2

Finn Third Person POV

Finn was in utter shock, he could bring himself to move or even think properly until he felt someone pulling on his arm.

“Finn we gotta go.” It was Clarke, he kinda forgot she existed for a second.

“We can just leave Y/n!” He felt tears well up in his eyes. Clarke shook her head.

“We’re not alone here Finn, we will come back for her but right now we need to make sure we don't die.” Finn quickly wipes his face and nods before following the group quickly out of the forest. Finn turned to look back until you could no longer be seen.

“Who are they,” Finn asks no one in particular. “What are they?”

“We are so screwed” Octavia whines a little. Just as they go to keep walking they hear a loud scream.

“Y/n, she's alive!” Finn whips his whole body toward the scream. Clarke grabs his arm.

“Wait, we stay out of the trees.” Finn nods and they all run back to where your body was supposed to be but it was gone.

“No! Where is she?!”

“They took her.” Clarke says in disbelief. Finn looks at Clarke with anger in his eyes.

“We shouldn't have left her!” Clarke puts her hand on Finn's shoulder.

“You need to calm down Finn. If there's a chance we can get her back we will.” He nods.

“Fine, let's get back to camp.”

Y/N POV

You kept your eyes wide open, trying your best to keep track of where the large man was dragging your bound body but it was getting harder and harder to keep them open until finally, they closed for good.

When your eyes finally opened again you were in a cell of some sort. You tried shifting to sit up but a sharp pain shot throughout your whole body causing you to scream out.

“Oyo nod we” You looked up at a beautiful woman with long brown hair.

“I-I'm sorry, I d-don't under-” You had to pause, coughing up blood. “I don't understand.” She crouches down wiping some blood from your mouth.

“You failed to stay awake.”

“Why am I here?” You ask quietly.

“That's a great question. Why are you here? Where did you come from?” You looked at her unsure if you should answer. The woman grabs your bloodied face and lifts it up.

“Answer my questions little one and I'll let you go.”

“I came from the sky.”

“Are there more of you?” You nod.

“We didn't know there were survivors on the ground.” She nods. “Well now you do so you should go back up to the sky.” You cough up more blood and start to lose consciousness again.

“We…we cant…” Your words trail off as you fall back into uncousciness.

Finn Pov

Exhausted, they made it back to camp. There was a circle of diliquents and shouting. Finn watched Clarke as she rushes over to the group. At the center of it was Wells and Murphy. Wells seemed to be disliked by most of the diliquents for one reason or another.

“Wells let him go!” Clarke shots, immediately gaining everyones attention, everyones except Bellamys whos attention was focused on the crowd. Finn watched as Bellamys eyes go from Octavia, Jasper, monty clarke, finn, and back to Octavia. It was like he was counting heads.

“Octavia are you alright?” Bellamy walked over to her helping to support her.

“Yeah I’m okay.” He helps her to sit down.

“Wheres Y/n…and the food?” He looks to Clarke just knowing she would have the answers.

“We didnt make it to mount weather.” Octavia says while looking at her leg. Clarke walks over to examine it.

“What the fuck happened out there?” Clarke signs looking up at Bellamy from where she was crouching on the ground.

“We were attacked. Y/n was attacked. She went across the water to ge to mount weather and was shot by a spear.”

“How is that possible?” Finn takes this as his que to join the conversation.

“Were not alone down here. There are others, people that survived the nuclear apocalypse.” There were a few gasps and whispers. “But forget about that, right now we need to focus on getting Y/n back.”

“Why need to get your little girl friend back.” Murphy laughs nudging one of his friends.

“Shes one of my best friends and she was shot by a fucking spear dick head.” Clarke puts her hand on Finns shoulder.

“Were gonna get her back.” She looks back at Bellamy and furs her brows.

“Did you take off your bracelet??” She reaches for his wrist which Bellamy quickly dodges.

“Ask him.” He nods towards Murphys direction.

“How many?” Murphy gets a cocky grin.

“Twenty-four and counting.” Clarke scoffs.

“Youre an idiot! The ark is dying dont you people understand that?! Do you guys want all of your friends and families to die up there, our farmers and doctors? Because thats whats gonna happen. Those wrist bands are the only thing keeping us and them alive!” Bellamy scoffs.

“Dont listen to her, shes one of the privileged. Were are stronger than she gives you credit for. That wrist band on your arm makes you a prisoner. They say theyll forgive you’re crimes, but I say your not criminals!” The delinquents all cheer and clarke rubs her face knowing she lost this fight so she starts heading to the dropship.

“So whats the plan princess?” Finn asks catching up with her.

“We go get Y/n.”

~Taglist~

@gaymansruse @severa-kane @slut4bradley

#bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake #the 100 #the 100 bellamy #the 100 clarke #bellamy x reader #octavia blake #the 100 finn #the 100 imagines #john murphy #bellamy blake imagine

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jalwyn21 · 2 months

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Nooooo dont go, we cant lose you. You really are the best thing at this party!

But seriously, I enjoy reading your blog. The effort to answer every ask and include gifs or pics is just 😙🤌. It makes me want to stan Joe more.

PS: So sorry if he missed your bday post, how dare he 🥺

Aww thank you, babe!! 🤗🤗🤗

I'm reclaiming the land. He ignored me, he put me in the basement he missed my bday post. 🙀 He's losin' me..

I will, of course, take this personally and stay mad at him for the next 12 years of my life.

No, but is funny how bad he is at this social media stuff 😭😭😭 He wasn't wearing his glasses I imagine .. 😹

This week he accidentally unfollowed Morfydd Clark and had to follow her back 😭😭😭

#free joe alwyn #joe alwyn #joealwyn #jalwyn #nonnie #q&a #parasocial behavior #anti taylor swift

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Lexa is sunbathing in a very tiny bikini that leaves barely any coverage over her ass. Lexa is laying down on those loungers by the pool and takes a nap. She's woken up by Clarke eating her ass out from behind followed by her dick sliding inside her

Lexa's living the dream damn 🥵 shdjdkd

But listen (and we are gonna glance over the questionable consent at play here). Lexa is this rich heiress, daddy's money. Clarke has been working at their villa since she was a teen, back then just the pool girl, now the on call bartender to answer all of the whims of miss Woods and her fancy drinks Clarke has never heard about because she drank it somewhere Clarke cant even pronounce the name of.

Clarke had always hated her as much as she always wanted to fuck her and that ass keeps calling her name. So when Lexa struts around the pool in the smallest bikini known to men, Clarke really does try to contain herself, she does. But fuck, how many times as she fantasized about showing this prissy rich girl a few of her moves? So, she watches, with a hand (barely) conceiling her boner as Lexa reads in the lounge chair, top untied to avoid tanning marks. And its when lexa falls asleep that Clarke decides to go in. She approaches slowly, not wanting to wake her up. Clarke is slow to let her hand fall on Lexa's tanned back, running a finger over her back dimples and nearly damn moaning and she drags her finger ocer the generous curve of Lexa's hip and up the swell of plump ass. She's cautious as she tentatively spreads Lexa's cheeks ever so slightly, earning her a shaky breath from the sleeping girl. When she doesnt wake up Clarke gets bolder, spreading her more, a sleeping Lexa seeming to enjoy the sensation as she opens her legs slightly. Clarke scoffs. She's seen the number of girls Lexa beings here every summer, figures she'd be a slut even in her sleep.

Clarke loses herself eating Lexa from behind, the girl tastes fucking divine and the way her hole clenches around her tongue feels too damn good for her to care about anything else.

Its not until a loud moan leaves the once sleeping girl that Clarke stops, frozen. Shit, she was caught. Tongue in ass. She's so fucking fired.

"Fuck Clarke, took you long enough to try something."

Managing to wiggle her tongue free, she lifts her head and is met with Lexa's parted lips, eyes gone nearly black and her bikini top, that already covered so little, now fully off her tits, her tanned chest glowing with sweat.

"Dont stop. Fuck, please dont stop."

Clarke smirks at the realization that Lexa had been awake the entire time and let her have her way with her. What a fucking brat, god.

"I have something you'll like more."

Lexa looks confused, ready to contest and complain when the feeling of something hard and /thick/ presses against her ass. She gasps. She knew there was something there but /fuck/.

"Told you."

"Shut up and bury it in me."

"Don't be greedy."

"Dont be stingy- fuck. Oh shit theres still more."

"I always thought you liked the /big/ things in life Lexa."

"Shut up. Shut up and fuck me"

"At your service maam"

#letter opened #wanheda's dagger #sorry i had a thought^tm ajsnzkd

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I’m really fuckin angry about “Shattered.”

Lionel Luthor is like some kind of mestastacizing cancer.

He manages to make Clark feel guilty for being loyal to Lex, and blame himself for Lana’s injuries, which are wholly an accident ultimately caused BY Lionel.

He makes certain Lex will never trust ANY form of psychiatric care (which he desperately needs) because the person could (quite plausibly!) be tied to Lionel. Which, whether Lex stays in the “looney bin” that he already mistrusts, or is released and then slowly erodes under the force of (justified!) paranoia, will ensure that his son has a psychotic break that’s REAL, and then externalize it onto others.

This was the perfect opportunity for Clark to come clean to Lex. The look on Lex’s face, when Clark busted Edge’s car, is one of almost rapturous, tearful awe. He is happy to know Clark isn’t human; he is grateful that Clark stood by him and convinced Chloe and Lana to help. But instead Clark chooses to run.

I also think Jonathan and Martha are the least likable they’ve ever been. Harboring Lex would not have put Clark in danger anymore than letting Lex go Edge wasn’t even after Clark. It seems like bad writing that they’d just stand there looking sorry for Lex and not fucking HELP him. Where the hell are their parental instincts??? I mean, even Jonathan had finally caved and accepted Lex at this point, and he just bought them their entire farm back!

It’s also bad writing that everyone would think Lionel trying to drug his son was implausible. Like, that’s Satan’s ballsack, folks, hair and all. Why the hell would you think him incapable of that?

Anyway Michael Rosenbaum is the best actor on that show and he broke my heart with his amazingly nuanced performance in this episode. I remember the “Hurt” Johnny Cash number to this day, and I don’t care if Lionel is having misgivings while watching his only child walk around in a padded cell with the belief that he is so completely alone in the world, putting him there because that child took his own teachings and applied them TOO well.

I fucking HATE him.

Other observations:

1) Do we ever find out exactly how Lex “hurt” baby Julian and “caused him to die”? (I don’t think Lionel was lying about this, but I have to fucking hate him even more because he then weaponizes that childhood trauma to make Lex feel guilty and falter--”Be careful, Lex, I can’t lose another child”r ead: like you made me lose Julian and Lucas already. AGH!) Can we also acknowledge the school belltower incident a little more because....god... “You know I cant take it when he cries, dad.” What does that mean. Does that mean he accidentally smothered Julian? Does that mean he held him too tightly when singing a lullabye and “can’t take it” was a compassion response? Is Lex actually autistic, and did he panic because he was in sensory overload?

2) I remember now that this episode is why I was never hugely on board with Clex. I can completely see why people ship it. But I’ve had a longtime headcanon that, once Lucas didn’t pan out, Clark more fully became Lex’s second chance at raising a baby sibling, and Lex uses the only love language he knows--gifts--to express his need to be important to Clark. This got even more pronounced after Helen’s betrayal, and Lionel’s (latest), and certainly was always brewing because Lex was close to Lillian, and Julian’s death had to profoundly wound her. Lex has been carrying that guilt around for nearly two decades, and it’s VERY significant that when he was feeling the most vulnerable and afraid, his mind went to what his psyche still deems his worst and most shameful mistake.

#Lex Luthor #Smallville Lex Luthor #Michael Rosenbaum #smallville s3 spoilers #meta #i mean kinda #lately i'm just screaming lol #ooc

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jesterghost · 2 years

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superman is a pretty difficult character to write about today.

he's not batman. He cant be dark and brooding, he cant have an evil side, or else he's not superman anymore. he dosnt have a creative complicated power, he's strong and he flies and has laser eyes. thats it. how do you add depth to that in a subversive way? sure, you can make him a tragic hero, give him a hard past or a personal crisis, but we know that he's gonna easily make it to the other side, Hes Superman! we already know how the story ends!

thats why the most interesting context superman can be inserted in is a comedy.

more specifically one where he CANT be superman.

Clark Kent vs CIA killer who doesnt know hes Superman.

Superman loses his powers and has to fight a villain who also lost his powers. they crawl around in a parking lot and every pebble hurts them.

the list could go on, but he simply HAS to be in a ridicoulous position to appeal to me personally

#txt

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1, 12, 15, 24, 27, and 35!

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I write in cambria. Used to write in times new roman but im dont w it. (Moved from one posh font to another)

But yesss i always change before i start writing, i cant focus otherwise. And i dont think its related to me focusing better w this font and more to do with the small rituals i have to do before starting a fic.

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

Be a description god, no more grammar mistakes, beta my own stories (as in i have the power to read the fic from ab outsider pov)

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I dont judge, just the other day i accidentally parted my book in two (rip small gods) ((in my defence is an old copy ok))

I want to start writing on the margins bc its cute and i alwhays have things i wanna share abt the books im reading, but i suck at writing in books apparently.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

When i put my mind into preparing, i'll go all the way. Detailed outline my beloved. Sometimes that sucks tho bc i lose the enthusiasm i had before, but sometimes it gets out of hand and i end up writing more than i had previously expected.

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

I think Clark Kent.

He's just. So pure. A golden retriever. Until he's not!!!!! And its hard to calibrate.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

No adverbs allowed.

Bitch, watch me adding adverbs to everything i write.

#thank you jo ily #ask

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futureotstudent · 7 months

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"Me Before You"~ The Challenge Faced When Coping with Occupational Barriers

“Don’t say another word, you’re so selfish. I tore my heart out in front of you, and all you can say is, no? And now, you want me to come watch the worst thing you could possibly imagine. I wish I had never taken this stupid job. I wish I had never met you”. Those are the heart wrenching words said by Emelia Clarke, Will’s caregiver and now lover. Will was a charismatic and adventurous young man who lost the will to live due to his diagnosis with quadriplegia after a motorcycle accident. Emelia was hired by Will’s parents to provide care to him and in the process, they fell deeply in love; however, no matter the depths of their love it was not enough to overcome Will’s desire to end his life through euthanasia. Euthanasia was Will’s choice to end his life because his suffering outweighed his happiness (University of Missouri, 2020).

This is a snippet from the tear-jerker movie “ Me before you”. As someone who loves the genre of romance, I pressed play and was expecting to cosy up and get engrossed into Will and Emelia’s little world. Not only were my expectations met but exceeded with so many important learnings from this movie. You cant turn the OT switch off, after all.

This movie gave me insight into Will’s thoughts and feelings. Will led a fulfilling life, he had occupational balance, loved socializing, was independent, and adventurous. But then a life altering accident took place and Will sustained a spinal cord injury. This movie highlighted some of the many challenges and frustrations faced when person living with disability and their difficulty adjusting. Often when we treat patients with physical injuries, we tend to focus more on the physical rather than including the psychological aspects which are largely affected. One may grieve the loss of their ability. “Grief is not limited to sorrow but can elicit many other intense emotions such as fear, rage, anxiety, discomfort (both mentally and physically), and feelings of alienation” (Psychological Impact of Acquiring a Disability, n.d.). One may also lose their dignity, independence and self-efficacy that may contribute to their low mood.

As occupational therapists it is our aim to bring joy to our patients lives by enabling them to partake in meaningful occupations despite their disability. This is done in order to improve their quality of life. Will’s decision to proceed with his assisted suicide makes us question his quality of life. From my perspective two things may have contributed largely to him not feeling as if his life is worth living. His lack of ability to partake in his chosen occupations and his loss of autonomy and dignity. Despite Will’s love for Emelia and his parents he despised that he became so dependent and burdensome to them. Research shows that “individual perceived autonomy has been shown to be related to the three general components of subjective well-being perceived autonomy enhances life satisfaction increases positive affect like happiness; and protects from negative affect such as depressiveness” (Steckermeier, 2020).

If we look back to the heart-felt words we read at the beginning, we see not only a hurt lover but a distraught caregiver that has given so much of herself. This movie allowed me to feel every emotion along with Emelia and understand the frustrations and tolerance required when providing care. I was able to understand the emotional toll that may be experienced. Care giver burden is the term coined for this. It can be described as the “feeling of heavy responsibility, constant worries, and uncertainty about patients’ needs and constraints in caregivers’ social life” (Ghazawy et al., 2020).

The last point that stuck out to me was Will’s social isolation. He loved socializing and going out with friends but is now unable to do so. This highlighted the importance of having communities that are inclusive and accessible to people who live with disabilities. “Improving accessibility brings about increased quality of life; creates more independence and better social integration” (The Main Benefits of Improving Accessibility and How Accessibility Benefit Society - O’Herlihy Access Consultancy, 2015).

Overall, this movie was not just to pass my leisure time but a learning curve as a future OT. Perhaps if Will has a more accessible environment, his quality of life would’ve improved. Perhaps if he was given more choice during the mundane everyday tasks and if he was enabled better, he would have a greater sense of autonomy. The list of possibilities could go on but the main take away for me is to never look at a disability at the surface. There are so many factors to consider. So we need to move away from the medical model and view our patients as real people, with real emotions and maybe then we will truly make an impact.

References

Ghazawy, E. R., Mohammed, E. S., Mahfouz, E. M., & Abdelrehim, M. G. (2020). Determinants of caregiver burden of persons with disabilities in a rural district in Egypt. BMC Public Health, 20(1). https://doi.org/10.1186/s12889-020-09266-4

Psychological Impact of Acquiring a Disability. (n.d.). Rockymountainada.org. https://rockymountainada.org/resources/research/psychological-impact-acquiring-disability

Steckermeier, L. C. (2020). The Value of Autonomy for the Good Life. An Empirical Investigation of Autonomy and Life Satisfaction in Europe. Social Indicators Research, 154. https://doi.org/10.1007/s11205-020-02565-8

The main benefits of improving accessibility and how accessibility benefit society - O’Herlihy Access Consultancy. (2015, January). Www.accessconsultancy.ie. https://www.accessconsultancy.ie/Main-benefits-improving-accessibility-how-accessibility-benefitssociety#:~:text=It%20is%20safe%20to%20say

University Of Missouri . (2020). Euthanasia - MU School of Medicine. Medicine.missouri.edu. https://medicine.missouri.edu/centers-institutes-labs/health-ethics/faq/euthanasia#:~:text=Euthanasia%20is%20the%20practice%20of

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Angel Reese Criticized For Taunting Opponent What's more entertaining than watching sports? Probably seeing the unexpected interactions between players, fans and more. During a heated game between the LSU Tigers and Iowa Hawkeyes, the game was viewed a record-breaking amount of times as people saw the skill of LSU's shooting guard/small forward Angel Reese against the Hawkeyes' point guard Caitlin Clark. Obviously, tensions were high and a lot was on the line, so why not engage in some taunts?Paying homage to one of the greatest shit-talkers in history, Reese flashed the iconic "You can't see me" gesture popularized by WWE star John Cena on the court directed toward Clark. She also pointed at her vacant ring finger, signaling a perfect place for a championship ring to sit. It was an exhilarating game and ended in a 102-85 win for LSU, also being the most-watched women's basketball game ever recorded, but folks had other things they were focused on.Related | Brittney Griner Speaks Out Following ReleaseWhile taunting and trash talking is nothing new in the world of sports, Reese was targeted for what some deemed as "classless" behavior. The internet exploded with reactions ranging from entertained to downright angry. \u201c@KeithOlbermann shut your dumb ass up leave angel reese alone.\u201d — Keith Olbermann (@Keith Olbermann) 1680473156 \u201cPeople aren\u2019t mad at Angel Reese for the hand gesture. \nThey\u2019re mad at her pride. \nThey\u2019re mad at her calling out the very apparent double standard. \nThey\u2019re mad at her for not being humble. \nY\u2019all want to treat Black women any type of way but feign shock when we respond.\u201d — Portia J. (@Portia J.) 1680615826 In particular, Barstool Sports founder Dave Portnoy was called out for his aggressive response to the playful incident, going so far as to call Reese a "classless piece of shit." \u201cClassless piece of shit\u201d — Dave Portnoy (@Dave Portnoy) 1680472977 While none of this should be as controversial as it was made out to be, the situation earned the attention of not just the entire internet, but the world of sports and cultural commentary. The glaring double standard of white athletes' behavior compared to Black athletes has been called into question, especially the way in which Reese, a young Black woman, has been labeled as "aggressive" and "rude," racialized terms that have been used to insult women of color.In a piece for Teen Vogue, Leah Goodridge and Olayemi Olurin wrote: "While navigating anti-Blackness in the workplace, we’ve both been told — as many Black professionals have been — to 'play the game.' But the game, which is rigged with limited boxes, stereotypes, and implicit biases beyond our control, is designed for us to lose."Even Clark, who has been celebrated for her spirited on-the-court taunts, has stepped in to defend Reese. "We're all competitive,” the West Des Moines junior guard said in a conversation with ESPN. “We all show our emotions in a different way. Angel is a tremendous, tremendous player. I have nothing but respect for her. I love her game. The way she rebounds the ball, scores the ball is absolutely incredible. I’m a big fan of her and the entire LSU team."Clark further goes on to say, "She should never be criticized for what she did." \u201cSo Caitlin Clark does the 'YOU CANT SEE ME' and y'all loved it. Now when Angel Reese does it you call it poor sportsmanship.\n\nIowa fans: just accept you lost fair and square. Caitlin deserved the tech, Kim Mulkey did nothing wrong. The officiating was fine.\n\n#WFinalFour\u201d — ScottyChrysForever33 (@ScottyChrysForever33) 1680473769 And that's why teamwork makes the dream work! Photo courtesy Maddie Meyer/Getty Images https://www.papermag.com/angel-reese-trash-talk-2659738113.html

#Angel reese #Basketball #Lsu #Racism #Jade Gomez#PAPER

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