#( no but bellamy tho. i dont even like the show that much...but bellamy tho)

[bellamygateoldblog]

if you want the truth i don't trust clexa stans' takes on bellarke either because though we have it in common our dislike comes from completely different places and they're always still SO insistent in their fabrication of Clarke as this sweet angel who deserves better and Bellamy as the scary abusive man oppressing her when that's literally not what happened at any point in the series lmaoooo like the dynamic is toxic but clarke has always had the power there, either physically or narratively (excluding season five, but that season is barely even relevant here anyway). Shipping filters everything. Like Clexas remove Bellamy's nuances completely and measure him up against this pacified, elevated and victimised version of Clarke they've created, and it really bothers me.

[jinpanman]

fandom ship tag game

@cutechim wants me to die apparently.

i like really tragic ships apparently. lmaaoooo

** WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SHOW “THE MAGICIANS” you have been warned. also a lot of Feelings coming from yours truly.

tagging: @hueseok​ @triviafics​ @bonvoyagenoona​ @playmetheclassics​​ @breadoffoxy​ @yoonia​ and anyone else who wants to suffer picking only 9 ships out of 89247!!! (as always, clean copy at the bottom of this post for anyone who wants to do this!)

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first ship

how am i supposed to remember my first ever ship?????? my age and inner furry is about to show....hahahaha

shut up. stop laughing at me. balto and jenna. wow. just- the way they support each other. care for each other without shame or embarrassment. yeah. ok. i will. shut my mouth right now before i incriminate myself even more than i already have.

 

first OTP

my god.....do i even need to explain myself????? these two are garrett and kayley from quest for camelot in case you don’t know who they are. my god. my god it’s been over 20 years and i still ship them so freaking hard. wow. whew. gotta pause to fan myself from all this Chemistry and mutual respect and admiration and love...whew....

 

your ship since the first minute

ur fuckin’ lying if you say you don’t ship them. literally usui is Best Man to Ever Exist Ever and aiyuzawa is the most selfless genius hard working understanding kind human bean ever. i will love usui to the end of my days.

runner up: rapunzel and eugene from tangled. who doesn’t love them?!??!?!?!????!?

 

ship(s) you wish had become endgame

literally fuck the show. for this. fuck you for giving us the most beautiful fucking short lived (but also not--if you know then you know) romance ever. fuck them. fuck fukcukfukcufkc FUCK!!!!! literally fuck them.

i cant fucking believe they made q die BEFORE HE EVER GOT TO REUNITE WITH ELIOT EVER AGAIN WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!!!!!!!!1 THEY SPENT A WHOLE LIFETIME TOGETHER. A WHOLE LIFETIME THAT THEY NEVER GOT TO TALK ABOUT. Q SPENT BASICALLY A WHOLE SEASON TRYING TO SAVE ELIOT. ONLY TO FUCKING DIE. ELIOT HAD TO MOURN THE LOSS OF SOMETHING THAT COULD HAVE BEEN SO WONDERFUL SO GREAT SO FUCKING FANTASTIC. HE DESERVED TO HAVE IT. THEY DESERVED EACH OTHER. WHAT THE FUCK.

i can’t even. i’m like crying again. so i must stop now. as you can see. i am. very. passionate about them. oh yeah. them being quentin and eliot from the magicians.

 

ship you wish was canon

......you will always be my original baby girl

......you are my god given solace

(god what the fuck im crying again hahahaha)

we were robbed. we were fucking robbed. and i will never forgive criminal minds for this. never. morcia ftw. morcia forever. my forever otp.

 

ship that most of the fandom hates but you love

ahahahaha...... listen.... i dont think most of the fandom necessarily hates this ship but uuhhh.... i do know that you either love em or hate em and there is no in-between hahaha

literally fight me if you’re against zutara. hahahahaha. i will die on this hill.

runner up: yosano and shishio from daytime shooting star (lmfao ok go ahead and judge me for this idc hahahaha i also love yosano with mamura and i am glad it ended the way it did. zutara tho............zutara was done dirty.....i will never forgive......)

 

you don't even watch the show, but you ship it

ok this is kind of a cheat since i did watch the first season of the 100. also maybe the 2nd season??? i dont remember. i just remember i dropped it and my brother kept on watching it. but still. bellamy and clarke. i ship it. even tho i couldn’t stand clarke A Lot when i watched the show lol

 

ship you wish had a different storyline

i literally never cared for the main pairing in goblin 💀 i only stayed for grim reaper and sunny im not even kidding. tragic. forever tragic.... i just want them to be happy wtf ;;;;_____;;;; yes i made myself cry watching sad videos of them on youtube

runner up: moon lovers’ hae soo and wang so (sob sob sobsob eternally)

 

favorite ship that is endgame

i literally love them so much forever and ever and ever. they are so good for and to each other. if you haven’t seen this kdrama yet then i implore that you do!!!!!! It’s Okay to Not Be Okay

 

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fandom ship tag game

first ship first OTP your ship since the first minute ship(s) you wish had become endgame ship you wish was canon ship that most of the fandom hates but you love you don't even watch the show, but you ship it ship you wish had a different storyline favorite ship that is endgame

[amongthcwreck-a]

                                                                     PSA ? 

okay, so like I’m gonna keep this short. but like lately I’ve just been blerg about writing stuff and things. it legit took me almost a week to write one draft? and instead of making everyone sit around and be like oh where tf is my reply. ( ?lolol?)  i’m just gonna toss this up. like I’ll still probably be on, grazing? lurking? but as for replies? they may or may not be coming? so consider this like an indefinite HIGHLY selective hiatus. feel free to drop things/unfollow if you feel the need. but yeah, I just haven’t really been up to it of late. so, yeah, thanks? i think? and this has been the worst psa in history. I’m sorry I cannot be the degrassi of a decade ago. so, yeah, here’s to my semi indefinite highly selective hiatus? (i know that makes no sense whatsoever.)

[plainvanillapotato]

the 100 diaries S1 E6

quarantine diaries: may 23 2020

season 1 episode 6 “His Sister’s Keeper”

**i threw in a theory here so obviously if its spoilery don’t answer it but if not please answer my questions or lmk your opinions on my theories cuz im genuinely curious if anyone else share the same thoughts.

oh we’re finally getting some backstory on octavia and bellamy.

wow she really had a baby all by herself no epidural no nothing. girl power

i just love how bellamy goes to clarke to talk about his worries about octavia missing and she listens. she doesn’t just brush him off and she offers to help him find her. ok i feel the slight zutara energy

octavia is fucked dude. that grounder is gonna ground her. 

finn gets a hair cut. idk if i like tho but i guess he no longer looks like a wannabe/ soft boi version of warren peace from sky high

finn. finn. finn. you are such a player. raven literally risked her life to come down for you and yet you can’t keep clarke out your head like her pussy is that good? also raven brings up a good point: its literally been 10 days (i thought that the 100 were already out here for weeks) really finn you could have kept your pants on. it wasn’t like you getting any when you were in lockup. weak. i tell you. weak. you can not have your cake and eat it too

*frowny face* to bellamy’s face when he realizes that their message didn’t work and hundreds of people were killed on the ark and that he fucked up big time

ok i know y’all find this cynical but literally why are all these kids still following bellamy. like he don’t have a gun no more. also this kids never formed friendships to octavia before so why are they so loyal to her and willing to go on a suicidal search mission. i don’t want to bash too much octavia but most of her personality is that she was hidden under the floor for most of her life (meaning that she was sheltered even tho she really don’t act like it), that she is a HUGE flirt (her love interest dies and then she’s instantly with another guy) (in this episode especially they show her being socially awkward, so i wonder how she became so self-confident), and that she is rebellious in response to bellamy’s protectiveness. plus, even if she were to befriend these other kids they really only met like 10 days ago. Really it wasn’t like everyone on camp loved her and yet im to believe that that there’s a good number of people that would risk their lives to find her. ok 

“my sister, my responsibility” says bellamy and proceeds to walk into a forest with a bunch of hanging skeletons hmmmmm i have an older brother too. we’re close but im 100% sure my brother would never. 

questions for y’all: who is bellamy’s father? who is octavia’s father? are they half siblings? cuz like they really don’t look alike and bellamy’s father is blatantly omitted from this episode. i have a theory that that guards person (inspector bruce) that their mom does sexual favors for is the father of octavia but idk. and based on bellamy’s hair style in the flashbacks (being pushed back) plus his general build i think that Kane is is father. do i have any proof? no but look

again im just shooting in the dark and maybe spewing garbage but i mean... look at them. they also clearly take about the children of those in the council (ie thelonius and wells, abby and clarke) but never talk about kane. suspious. not that he seems like the father type tho he does seem like the type to have an illegitimate child that he does not care for (judgy i know but can you blame me)

that backstory between raven and finn. i ship it but honestly the way that finn is still havin feelings for clarke makes me think that raven deserves better

these grounders have them traps. oooo kill’em. these grounders actually be smart tho

i have a bad feelin’ about this masquerade dance... yep she really be caught like that and bellamy just wanted to do a nice thing 

another side note: is it just me or does masquerade octavia look like a really poor version of that girl in 50 shades of gray (im not a fan of the series so idk her name but i remember seeing the trailers) 

also i haven’t mentioned it early but like the sound track for this show is bringing me back.

this tension between raven and clarke i dont like. FINN IS NOT WORTH IT. sisters are supposed to be supporting sisters but fuck that i guess

what are the odds that the grounder they follow is the same exact one that has octavia. also you’re supposed to make sure your enemy is actually dead but no now finn is stabbed

oh this is a beauty and the beast situation between octavia and the grounder. literally tho why is octavia defending him. yes he did heal her but he also really chained her up after she ran away. do i detect stockholm syndrome? yes i do. in the episode the grounder literally caries octavia just like this:

Kinda reminds me of twilight with Jacob and Bella

this blow-up between octavia and bellamy was a long time coming. bellamy saying “my life ended the day you were born” that was loooow..... you know he was waiting to say that line all his life. also im waiting for octavia to grow on me but its been 6 episodes and i still don’t like her 

[goddess-aelin]

Thoughts from 7x03

-listen if they’re going for c/aia romance...they’re doing a SHIT job. I see nothing remotely romantic. They don’t touch, they don’t comfort. All they talk about is Madi?

- am I supposed to care about these wonkru/eligius people? I don’t.

-you’d think we would’ve let this stupid grounder clan shit on earth but of course not! I don’t give two shits about sangedakru or the flame.

-I really don’t care about the sanctum vs wonkru vs children of gabriel crap! I 👏🏼 dont 👏🏼 care

- huh now everyone knows how clarke felt after season 4 and during season 5. From the radiation sickness in murphy and emori to raven making tough decisions

-but this cannot be the first time raven has taken a life. Sorry but no. Maybe it’s the first that she realizes it? There had to have been other times where her actions, like today, had repercussions. She has never been the moral compass of the show until s6. So why all of a sudden????

-also side note- super attracted to both murphy and emori rn. The bi is kicking in.

-the murphy of this ep reallllly was giving me s2 murphy vibes and I loveeeee it.

-I really hope we see a raven apologizing to clarke scene 🙏🏼

- once again, there is nothing romantic there. It would be such a cop out if they were to throw these two together. Oh excuse me there was that good ol romantic shoulder touch. 🙄murphy and Clarke had more chemistry this ep and they were in the room together once.

-why are we doing backstory for minor characters in the LAST season? Especially backstories that only had relevance in season freaking three.

-I think the past few eps have really shown that bellamy is the heart of the show. Clarke is the lead and is my favorite but tbh bellamy is what keeps me coming back if that makes sense. These episodes have been so boring imo. Even tho the stakes are high, I could care less.

- that being said, Bellarke is also the heart of the show. They drive the emotional weight even if they’re not in a scene together. All of these scenes between clarke and everyone else are just meh. I just don’t care.

-the main good part about this episode was NO EC.HOKE. It was glorious. I definitely made fun of it much less.

[piiratelovesyouyou]

My opinion on 7x07 - I know no one asked but whatever lmao

First of all let me start off by saying CONGRATS TO LINDSEY! so cool I really hope she gets the opportunity to direct more stuff in the future. She did an amazing job

THIS was a good episode and I’m surprised because I was looking at live tweets like at 2am and really thought this wasn’t gonna be good

I felt majority of the episode was more about the characters and the last 5 secs was focused on the plot lmao

Madi and Jackson’s therapy session was just pure. Madi has really gone through so much and I just need her to be happy now. Ok can Jackson give therapy sessions to everyone because they 100% need it!

Gabriel ...I’m sorry but I STILL believe he has a end game here like he MUST! I really don’t wanna believe he’s doing all this to solve a life long puzzle. I love his character too much, I really wish he was apart of earlier seasons along with Diyoza and hope and the rest of these incredible actors

I LIVED like LIVED for sheidheda and Murphy’s scenes like them playing chess and going back and forth...genius. They are both amazing actors! We got a lexa mention!!!!!! I wonder if we will actually see her this season I mean I hope so as well as other characters we have lost along the way!

JR Plays sheidheda so well

Lmao when Murphy and sheidheda were arguing about who united the clans, I was like NO Octavia united them bitches. I kinda wish Luna got a mention too

I was genuinely SCARED for both emori and Murphy this episode. I really thought emori was gonna die, I really enjoyed her scenes this ep. I think emori is so underrated! However apart of me thinks she’s enjoying being a prime a bit too much and I want her to snap out of it.

Also who does Nikki thinks she is?! Emori can be a savage please don’t underestimate her.

Did I care when Nelson killed his dad? No. I’m sorry but what kind of fucking father is that?! These prime believers piss me off so much. Nelson don’t become a doormat to Nikki

Ofcourse when Indra leaves everything goes to shit

HOPE AND DIYOZA MAN! Diyoza is the best mother this show has ever had and that is saying ALOT lmao. It must be so heartbreaking for Diyoza to have seen her daughter has spent 15 years without her and she’s only spent like a week away from her. Madness

When hope was like to Diyoza ‘I don’t wanna hurt you’ LMAO HOPE YOU DONT WANT THAT SMOKE!!! in all seriousness tho that scene hurt my feelings

OMFDAYYS BEARDLESS BELLAMY SHIT MAN! Bob is HOT with a beard but I swear he is the 1% that look even better without it

I didn’t mind the becho scene all that much coz it is what it is at this point. I did like when echo said ‘your sister is your strength’ and then Bellamy told her that ‘her loyalty is her weakness’ I really just want echo to thrive and not be so attached to someone else whether it’s roan or bellamy. I loved when echo was also like ‘this isn’t real’ yh it ain’t lmao

I love echo and Octavia being on the same side like let me clear by saying I’m all here for Octavia trying to comfort echo BUT how can she say ‘you’re my family too’ if the writers had worked on that relationship more then I would’ve been like ‘awww cute’ BUT they haven’t and that felt like a wtf moment! I felt like maybe she said it because that’s what Bellamy would’ve wanted idk It also bugs me that Octavia isn’t really mourning for Bellamy and this is why I feel like she doesn’t think he’s dead

Ok I did not think they would become soldiers

What is it with these characters putting blood on their faces man?

No levitt today?

CLARKE AND THE GUYS ARE IN BARDO FUCK YES! Did anyone else tear up when Clarke found out about Bellamy omg

If I hear Clarke is the 🔑 one more time and I don’t get told why IMMA FUCKING SCREAM

HOLY SHIT BILL CADAGON! YES YES YES! What war and against who?

Looks like next ep we might just find out

Also if Bill is the Shepherd then are these disciples fucking sheep lmao?

BECCA in the next episode man omg

We are already half way through the season and I wouldn’t say I’m blown away but the second half has A LOT of potential if they keep focus on ALL the characters and give us a good fucking plot then it’s gone be LIT

I just wanna end this crazy long post by saying - BELLAMY IS NOT FUCKING DEAD and he’s definitely with Gaia!

[abiik]

(i apologize in advance if i've asked any of these before) what does jason do for zoe on zoe day (with or without keme)? what is zoe's LEAST favorite food? does she turn into a lil dragon to make people laugh? also can she fly? for some reason i always imagined her flying around like cassie in yj. Do's And Dont's List For Intergalactic Travel? least favorite planet she's been on? also does she know that i love her?

YOU'RE GOOD YOU'RE GOOD!!! 😊😊

what does jason do for zoe on zoe day?

usually, zoe doesnt like to celebrate her own birthday w a big. THING u know. a little acknowledgement goes a long way with her. so she's absolutely fine with jason showing up to have dinner with her or something, even if it's the fattest, greasiest burger in town and they're both dressed in the clothes they've been working in all day. i do think jason would like to give her a little more fanfare and THAT'S where KEME would come in, bc if u can blame the hatching of the giant surprise party on keme then you MIGHT not get punched. but i mostly think that like their lil one-on-one celebration would be something pretty muted.

(keme is a LITTLE upset bc yall went to get BURGERS when i CATERED for this surprise party. and zoe is like how the Fuck was i supposed to know there was CATERING if it's a SURPRISE party??? they both look at jason who is conveniently stuffing his face w the food at the table)

tbh, i think everytime he gets her a present, he either leaves it for her to discover bc he!! cant!! deal!! with!! that!! or if he ends up staying, he cant watch her open it bc EW 🤢 FEELINGS bc yeah. jason's gifts are probably really thoughtful like. almost everytime.

what is zoe's LEAST favorite food?

hm hMMMM HMMMM. raw tomatoes. bad texture why do they look so juicy. why do they look like that and make u want to bite directly into them and then HAVE THAT TEXTURE HUH? WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT TO SUCH AN INNOCENT LIL LADY?

also, zoe does not fuck w spaghetti i am so sorry to everyone who does. she 🤢 it makes her gag. no matter how well it's made okay. she will eat all of the lil gsrlic breadsticks tho. for free, no questions asked :)

does she turn into a lil dragon to make people laugh?

so my brother and i, when we were talking about youxiong, found out that zoe and keme's dragon forms would be exponentially BIGGER than youxiong-born people's dragon'a bc they're half-youxiong AND they were born on a planet w a different gravity. but im saying FUCK YOU to him, bc i also included cultivation magic on youxiong so~

YES. it was def a trick w the twins to make them laugh when they were much younger (that sometimes ended w her getting SQUEEZED, a LOT) but like she cant just go waltzin around in front of random ppl w a lil dragon cowboy hat on like 'howdy' and NOT have them have a heart attack, so it mostly stays in the friend/family group

can she fly?

zoe CAN fly. on earth. and most other planets. and in space. but. not on youxiong. not really anyway. it has to do w the intense gravitational pull of the planet, so instead, she and most everyone else, can just like jump high.

everywhere else tho, zoe does that lil floaty fly thingy (so YES like cassie from yj!!)

Do's And Don't's List For Intergalactic Travel?

x

least favorite planet she's been on?

a water planet that was. ALL water. like literally just. the entire planet was water. everyone lived underwater in lil domes. beautiful place, zoe thought it was GORGEOUS of course. but also, when you're intoxicated half the time, missing home, and haunted by ghosts of your past around every corner as you're trying to WORK it isnt a fun place to be. idk if i've shared this piece of info before but. when zoe was a kid, she almost drowned once, and it was a mortifying thing bc bellamy and kanti had pulled her out of their little pond and zoe had just seemed. fine with dying right then and there in that little pond. but its not the water - she's not afraid of water, she's actually v soothed by it, but during the space cowboy arc she's in an even darker place mentally and then to add on top of it this whole planet being underwater where she can't. GET OUT. like there's not FLYING AWAY if anything bad happens. there's packing everyone up into the ship AND THEN getting out and zoe doesnt. SHE DOESNT LIKE THAT. it's AWFUL. it's very claustrophobic, very reminiscent of a watery grave and she just wants to GET OUT of there ASAP.

does she know that jo loves her?

YES!!! BUT SHE DOESNT MIND HEARING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!! SHE LOVES YOU TOO JO <3333333

zoe day!!

[bellameblake]

If they ever decide to make Bell and E*ho break up.. do you think it will be because she's eventually going to die (ex. Bell has to decide between saving her or Clarke) or it will be a friendly thing and she'll stay in the team (and in the show ofc) even tho they are not together anymore?

oof heck if i know. it’s hard to guess about this because we really don't know that much about their relationship to we?

we know they learned to trust each other on the ring. enough that bellamy obviously talked to her about octavia. but as we saw in 6x04 they didn’t actually talk about their past at least on her part about how she became a spy. its strange to me that in 6 years (3 in a relationship) that they didnt talk about like everything. its not as though there was a whole lot to do on the ring. 

they found family, echo found a family. i dont know that she wanted to destroy that or bring bad things like their pasts to that. it seems like they were just living in the moment of peace. 

i don’t actually want echo to die. i was really hopeful for her character in the hiatus between s4 and s5 but s5 was not good. i am excited to learn more about her. i think it is stupid they are having us learn about it the same time bellamy does because it makes their relationship seem surface only? 

i want more of her story but i think bellamy should already know it tbh but thats just me. i really doubt they will kill her. so far she hasn’t had an important role in this season as of yet we will see what happens in the next few episodes since everything kind of got rather real fast haha

i think because they lack what i would consider a deep relationship at least with knowing each other. they do trust each other and are family i feel like they could be amicable about it and still be family without being in a relationship. 

bellamy deciding between echo and clarke is hard because it would completely depend on the situation. which one he thought could handle their part of the situation best. he trusts both and care about both i have no doubt on that. he trusts them in different ways though because they are different people and have different relationships with him which is why i say him choosing is so situational. 

as of right now them breaking up doesn’t even matter because bell thinks clarke is already dead. this could make him hyper-focused on protecting echo or more likely him blaming himself for everything especially clarke’s ‘death’ and thus bob’s thoughts on s6 bellamy turning into s1 bellamy starts haha 

i would love for bellamy and clarke to be together but after last season i kind of came to the conclusion im a hopeless fool but im going to ship them anyway. the way s6 is going is really interesting and i honestly love it so much and i can’t wait to see where it goes

[chokefriends]

Pit-town Strays Ch.1

Kidlaw softness and redneck shenanigans in a northern mining town. Everything's fucked but whatever.

Rated T, no warnings, or just general warnings for setting-specific social ills and violence (racist cops, shitty parents, etc). Someone ordered wholesome kidlaw family feels? well HERE.

[Ch. 1] - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5

Read on Ao3 too, I’m Ossicle

“What the hell are you going to Pit-town for?” Bellamy chewed at Law with his mouth open, a smarmy sneer on his pasty face.

“None of your business.” Law scowled, turning his eyes away from his brother’s ground-up breakfast. He shoved a random pile of coursework into his backpack.

“Well I know what kids like you go up there to do. Everybody knows.” Bellamy drawled on, like he knew shit about anything besides scamming beer and shooting bottles at the quarry.

“Don’t make assumptions, idiot. I’m just babysitting.”

“Why?”

“It’s called a job? You should try it,” Law suggested primly. “Feet.”

Bellamy lifted his feet off Law’s pile of textbooks. “Why, though? You got that big scholarship, I seen the letter when it came in.”

Law frowned at him. “How did you…”

“Well it was just there, so I read it. Why don’t you move out, if you got all that money? You hate it here so much.”

Law waved this matter aside. “I owe that money to someone. Give me the volvo keys.”

Bellamy didn’t move his stupid stumpy self from the ancient recliner—prized spot in the basement space the three brothers shared. “No, I need it, I’m meeting up with some guys later to go down to the quarry. Dad said I could.”

“Bellamy, I need it to get to town. Just gimme the keys.”

“Well I need it to pick up little ladies! You can hitch, right?”

Law didn’t bother arguing. He sighed through his nose and slid his feet into his severely ratty sneakers before heading out into the yard.

“Don't tell Dad where I am or I'll tell him about your girlfriend!” Law called on his way out.

“Obviously,” Bellamy muttered.

The ancient volvo wasn’t feeling cooperative today, or Law was having a lapse or something because he couldn’t fucking hotwire it. He slammed his fist on the dash and took out his phone. It was an oddly summery fall day—not too cold to walk or bike—but his shoes were getting thin in the soles, and Law didn't like asking his dad for little stuff like that. Didn't wanna be such a burden all the time.

He scrolled through his messages and sent a couple off to see about a ride. But Robin (who'd suggested the job) was teaching, and Baby (sweet, bitter Baby) was already in the sauce.

BB: i cn still come tho? you real stuck?? big bro awwwww im sry

You: Nono dont go driving if youre partying it up, Ill hitch a ride I guess

BB: Where?

You: Just into town

BB: Where in town??????

You: The Pit.

You: or whatever.

BB: LAWWW NOOOOOOOOooo jus kidding lol no judgement here

BB: id sell it on weekends too if i were pretty liek U

You: I’m not selling my ass!!!

BB: Lol

BB: sure

BB: why else ndn boi hangs w miner trash? Shady.

You: Lots of reasons, including a babysitting job. Don’t make assumptions.

BB: “babysitting”” “””job”””’

You: Yes.

BB: God ur sheltered

BB: shltered bebe in u nice rich house

BB: don get picked up there, pit-town piggies love ndn bebes

Law pocketed his phone with an eyeroll and started walking down toward the highway.

Once he’d found a ride and gotten dropped off, it was a twenty minute walk from the highway to the Pit. Law ended up climbing over the bare, rocky hill behind the truck stop, cuz his phone’s map had the place all wrong. On top of the hill, he could see the Pit in all its glory laid out before him.

Pit-town was the weird little enclave where the town’s mine workers were housed, in tar paper houses as outdated as the mine itself. The tangled machinery of the refinery loomed just beyond the houses, and above all that, the smokestacks. White smoke drifted from their peaks, as high above him as the clouds. Nothing except low bush berries grew around here—it was like an outpost on the moon.

Law went down into the village. Men with tattooed arms watched him from pickup trucks, and women smoking in lawn chairs whispered. Half-feral dogs barked and circled.

“Ya lost, hun?” one busty woman called from her front step as he passed, and her friends chuckled.

“No…” he mumbled back, and hurried on as they all laughed.

He was flustered and out of breath by the time he got to the address, on the other fucking side of the whole village. The house was like the rest: a single-storey bungalow on a small plot of land with a car port full of dead appliances. There was a little pink bike lying on the front step, and a short dog chain attached to a pole in the middle of the bare yard. A deep trail had been trod in a circle around the pole but there was no dog in sight. Law went up and knocked lightly.

He stood there for a few minutes, feeling the neighborhood eyes on his back, before trying again. He knocked a little louder. “Hey, um. Hello?”

A harsh voice called, “YEAH IT’S OPEN.”

Law tried the door. “No it’s not?” he called back.

“YEAH IT IS JUST KICK IT AND TURN THE THING AT THE SAME TIME.”

“...No, definitely not open,” Law assured him after trying every kick-turn combination.

“AH FUCK.”

“Yeah.”

“OKAY, CAN YOU JUST BREAK IN?”

“...What??” Law was almost offended.

“I’M DOING A THING, CAN’T GET THE DOOR RIGHT NOW, JUST TRY SOMETHING.”

Obviously Law could break into stuff, because his shitty little brothers thought it was hilarious to lock him out of the house all the time. And because their father thought it was prudent to keep things like Law’s ID in a secure location. Law didn’t think that skill set was a great way to start this ‘job’ thing, though… He looked around at the prying eyes across the street and they flitted back behind their blinds. He sighed.

The lock was just one of the doorknob ones, and the jamb didn’t have a guard on it so it was easy to get a credit card in there. The door swung open and Law stepped into a cluttered hallway.

“In here!” the big voice called from down the hall.

“I here!” a little voice added.

Law navigated his way carefully, stepping over baskets of laundry, unreturned empties, and sealed up moving boxes. Something obnoxious was playing on tinny speakers in another room. He rounded the corner into a sweltering little kitchen that seemed like the only clear spot in the house.

There was a very tall redhead with a face full of piercings sitting at the kitchen table in his boxers, and a much smaller redhead in a frilly blue bathing suit beside him. They were painting their toenails black, with their feet up on the table.

The bigger redhead seemed really shocked to see Law. He almost toppled backward on his chair. “H-hi! Uh! You’re Native.”

Law blinked. “Yeah. Um. You’re naked.”

“I’m Nami!” announced the little girl.

The guy was pretty much naked, by Law’s standards. Also kind of jacked… Law could feel his face heating up and was glad that it didn’t really show on him. The man sitting there in his boxers was pale as a fucking ghost, though, and so his sudden flush was super obvious. He rushed to recover from that intro.

“I don’t mean like, ‘oh, you’re Native.’ Well, obviously you are, heh, but I don’t mind or anything!"

“Yeah, uh.” Law nodded helpfully. “I don’t mind either, that you’re… naked.”

“Kidd is a naked...” Nami sang to herself.

“I'm not even,” Kidd protested. “I'm just hot as hell. Aren't you hot?”

“Am I??” Law was completely lost.

“Not—! I mean, yeah, but you're in a hoodie? Aren't you sweltering?” Kidd clarified.

“Oooh. No, not really. I like to keep covered up,” Law explained, picking at a fraying sleeve. He supposed it was weird to be wearing jeans and a hoodie in this weather, but no weirder than wearing Crocs in public, like people here seemed into doing.

Kidd was distracted by Nami painting patterns on her feet with the nail polish. “Fuck, Nami, stop, we just paint the nails. It’s messy, see? MESSY.” He took the tiny girl and sat her on the counter instead, then went about cleaning up the table. “Sorry about the door. Can’t go anywhere with wet toenails, it smears like hell.”

Law nodded harder and went to help him. “It’s cool, I know how to break into stuff. I mean I don’t usually! But your door was easy. Not that I’ll do it again!”

“Not a problem… uh, Kidd. I’m Kidd. Hi.” The guy finally got his head together and extended a hand. His fingernails were painted black too. He had a really firm grip.

“Law,” Law replied in relief.

“And this is my sister Nami,” Kidd jabbed a thumb at the toddler perched precariously on the counter. “She’s a fucking psychopath.”

Nami ignored them, sticking towels into the toaster instead.

“You have a dog too? I saw the chain outside.” Law wondered.

“No, Dad took the dog with him. And the fuckin car…”

“Your parents are both working?” Law asked, and immediately regretted it. God, he really was sheltered.

Kidd blushed again and started stacking dishes.

Law rushed to clarify. “Or, ‘parent'? I only got one too—a dad. I'm adopted though, and my birth parents are both passed, so.”

Kidd was wiping off each dish absently under the running water, not really cleaning anything. “We got a dad and mom, they’re just… not around right now. So it’s just us! Which is better, believe me.” He growled the last bit under his breath.

“Oh, got it.”

“Anyway. I didn't wanna ask someone to come all the way here to watch Nami, but that bitch down the street won’t take her anymore because of lice or property damage or something, and I got an interview today. I’ll prolly find another illegal daycare somewhere around here if I do get this job, though, heh.”

“Yeah don’t worry about it.” Law tried not to seem squeamish at the mention of lice.

“If they do take me I’ll be starting right away, so I might be out til pretty late,” Kidd warned him. “I’ll pay you for however long you’re here for though.”

“Sounds good. You gonna work at the mine?”

This seemed like another sensitive issue. Kidd looked away and muttered, “No… you gotta be 21, and take all these courses and stuff. And anyway, like HELL will I end up in the fuckin pit,” he finished with unexpected heat.

Law was saved from having to come up with a response by Nami blowing up the toaster outlet. The kitchen appliances all blinked out.

“FUCK! Again…” Kidd rushed to pick her up and sit her back on the table as a loud dryer beep sounded from the bathroom. “And fuck, there’s my pants. Listen, can you grab a fuse from the drawer there and stick it in? I actually REALLY gotta go, like right now.”

“Yeah of course!” Law watched the strange redhead duck through the kitchen door and pick his way down the obstacle course hall to another door.

He pulled his eyes away from the muscled back and onto the little girl, who was… eating nail polish.

“You!” Law scolded her, and put her in a chair. He grabbed the few towels that weren’t burnt, and tied her to the aluminum frame. “Okay, eat cheez-its while I fix this.”

Law had got the new fuse screwed into the panel and the nail polish off Nami’s face by the time Kidd came back, dressed in clothes that didn’t seem like interview clothes to Law: heavy duck pants and steel-toed boots. He grabbed a duffel bag that was sitting on a box stack, shouldered it and then stood looking at Law.

“Uh,” Kidd was blushing again. It was kind of amazing to see this tough blacklung brat acting so unsure. “If I come back really late maybe I could bring something? To eat? And we could eat it here?”

“Yeah, that'd be good.” Law shrugged like he didn't mind either way.

“KFC?” Kidd suggested.

“Oh I don't like breaded stuff. Fries are good, though.”

“Chinese?”

“I'm trying not to eat MSG actually…”

Kidd tried to think. “So what do you eat?”

“Mostly sushi.”

“I didn't know there was any sushi places in this shit town,” Kidd admitted.

“At the college there's one. Uh, but whatever you bring is fine, don't worry about it!” Law reassured him.

“Okay. Well, see ya.” Kidd made his way outside, yelling at some hovering dogs to git!, then started swearing. “Aw fuck, Nami's FUCKING bike…”

“You trip on it?” Law poked his head outside.

“No,” Kidd was looking at an empty front walk. “Fuckin kids took off with it again. I'll just go punch their dad in the throat later, not a big deal.”

“Holy,” Law commented mildly.

He watched Kidd pull a frankenstein-ian motorcycle out of a side door and roar away on it. Then he looked around to see if anyone had caught him looking. He was just sending a good glare at the prying eyes across the street when he remembered that he was babysitting. He returned to the kitchen where Nami was sitting once again on top of the table, drawing circles in a nail polish puddle with one finger.

“Your brother is an entire entrée,” Law informed her.

She didn't reply, intent on her craft. But she objected when he tried to pick her up. “Nooo!”

“No?” he put her down.

She glared at him, a tiny girl of no more than four, ginger hair in little pigtails and her frilly blue bathing suit spotted with nail polish.

“I'm Law,” he sat down so he was at her level, and introduced himself. “Lawww.”

“Law...” She appraised him solemnly for another moment and then seemed to deem him acceptable. “I’m being a witch,” she confided in a whisper.

“A witch?”

“Yah.”

Law sat back in the chair with a laugh. “My girl! Let's talk!”

Law had the kitchen scrubbed to his own exacting standards in short order, having secured Nami firmly to a chair (with duct tape and towels this time).

She was starting to nod into her cheezits by the time he'd finished, and Law figured it was nap time. He went to review the rooms along the hallway, looking for a baby room. He couldn't figure out the logic of the place, though. There was a largeish bedroom, which seemed to be the source of the stale smoke smell, mostly taken up by a tacky king bed and Seinfeld DVDs. It clearly hadn't been used in forever. He closed that door. Then there was a smaller room that might've once been a child's room, decorated with glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and complex Lego structures piled in one corner. It was stacked floor to ceiling with file boxes and covered in dust too. Another small room seemed to be Kidd's hideout, though the bed was just a box spring covered in laundry and books. There was a guitar and practice amp, and a desk piled with half-dissected old laptops. Law resisted the urge to snoop, and closed the door.

He went back down to the other end of the hall, past the front door, where the narrow corridor opened into a small living room space. A couch and a single mattress were neatly made up into beds, in front of a large TV that seemed like the only new thing in the house.

“I want a Kidd nap.” Nami had somehow gotten out of the duct tape high chair and was at Law's side, rubbing her eyes.

“Okay? In the big bed?”

“You're silly,” she accused. She went to lie down on the couch, pulling a fuzzy blanket over herself.

Law went to sit next to her. He gestured down at the mattress on the floor, with its orange and blue comforter and many fuzzy cushions. “Is that your bed? Don't you wanna nap there?”

“No,” she explained patiently, eyes already closed.

“Right, obviously.”

He watched her shuffle and sigh her way to sleep.

“I could've had a sister,” he murmured, partly to her and partly to himself. “I mean, I do have a biological sister, but I didn't grow up with her. I think it would've been nice, though…”

Nami was already asleep when he looked over again. Easy! Law totally had this babysitting thing in hand. He pulled his stats assignment out of his bag, and got down to the real work.

Nami turned out to be a pretty chill baby, as well as being an utter terror. She mostly ignored Law, preferring to go about her little play tasks uninterrupted, with the TV playing in the background. “Being a witch,” she explained whenever Law asked what she was doing.

“Keep it up,” he encouraged her, turning back to his own work.

He quickly learned, though, to keep an ear out for silence, because she was probably blowing shit up. Law found her building a fire in the oven, then making what he was pretty sure was mustard gas in the toilet.

“How’d you do that??” He took the bleach from her and she threw a mild fit before toddling off to the next game.

By the time Kidd returned, Law was just sitting in a kitchen chair with his stats assignment disregarded in front of him, watching the four-year-old expertly jimmy the makeshift lock he'd put on the knife drawer.

“More twist on the lever,” an amused Law recommended.

“So this one's being a psychopath huh,” Kidd entered and threw his duffel bag on the table.

Law corrected him.“Um, she's a witch and a prodigy? She made several deadly potions with cleaning supplies today."

“Oh jesus now there's two of you.”

“One more and we got a coven.”

“Great. Nami, it's like 11, why ain't your ass in bed?” Kidd growled at his sister, who ignored him.

“She went down for a couple hours, but kept getting up when she heard a car go by. And I couldn't get any pajamas on her,” Law reported.

“Yeah she won't take the bathing suit off unless I bribe her. She's big into being a ‘mermaid’ this month, on top of being a witch.”

Nami had gotten the knife drawer open and was feeling around in it with one chubby hand.

Kidd scooped her up. “No knives.”

“A knife!!!”

Law shook his head and smiled. Child after his own heart. “What's she want a knife for?”

“She's been trying to slash my tires lately, so probably that. It's usually pretty funny to watch, but yeah, not at bedtime. Eh, Nami?”

“I WAN A KNIFE! A KNIFE A KNIFE A—”

Nami stopped and stared at the chocolate coin Kidd was holding up. She grabbed it and wiggled out of his arms. They followed her to the living room where she was stashing her prize under the couch.

“Holy, she's got a hoard,” Law gave a low whistle at the cache of foil coins and random shiny things.

“Yeah I think she's more dragon than mermaid,” Kidd commented.

Nami lay down in her floor bed, where she could see the glittering pile.

“I got food, if you wanna…?” Kidd nodded back toward the kitchen.

“Is she good here?”

“Yeah she pretty much puts herself to sleep, just leave WrestleMania on for her. She likes the noise.”

They went back to the kitchen, and Kidd turned on a thing Law had thought was a smashed toaster oven reconstructed with safety pins, but which turned out to be a radio. Kidd gestured to a bag on the table, and Law unpacked it while the redhead fiddled with the receiver. It mostly seemed to be picking up country music and static.

“Can almost get that alt rock station with this thing,” he muttered, “probably just needs another coat hanger.”

“You went and got sushi??” Law pulled out several little plastic containers.

Kidd’s back was to him but Law could see his neck and ears going red. He kept fiddling with the dials. “Yeah, whatever.”

“From all the way at the college?”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“...I think that radio is using you as an antenna,” Law observed, changing the topic.

Kidd snorted and let go of the screwdriver-dial, and the radio went to mostly static. “Faboo. Maybe it wants a piercing too.”

His face had returned to a normal color under all that metal, and he joined Law at the table. Law offered him the dragon roll and took the sashimi plate.

The chopsticks were an obstacle.

“Do you stab it?” Kidd glared at the sushi and the two little sticks.

“No, look at my hand: hold one like a pencil, and the other one loosely—”

“I stab it.”

“Don’t stab it, hey, you’ll ruin the integrity of the roll shape!”

“Hm,” Kidd chewed his mangled piece. “Tastes like salad.”

“Here.” Law scooted over a chair. He took the chopsticks out of Kidd’s fist and rearranged them. Kidd’s hands were large and rough to the touch, and the scent of sweat and gas clung to his clothes. The sudden impression of body heat and machinery smacked Law right in the back of the brain.

“I’m gonna say this is finger food,” Kidd decided.

“Yeah,” Law agreed automatically.

“Yeah, fuck this. Want a beer?”

Law hated beer. “Yeah. I mean, whatever.”

Law sat and nursed the beer with determination, trying to pay attention to Kidd's animated take on government surveillance vans and Nicolas Cage. His brain was getting fuzzy really fast, though. He was such a fuckin lightweight.

“He’s not an actual human person, is all I’m saying. You seen his face tryna do face stuff?” Kidd argued, crunching his second beer can and tossing it in the bin across the room. "Nother beer? Hey, you’re not even done that one.”

“Tastes like bread,” Law noted distractedly.

“I guess. You don’t like Bud?”

“I liked the first movie,” Law hiccuped.

Kidd laughed like a fucking hooligan, and Law had to laugh too. Normally loud laughs grated on Law's ears, but he decided he liked this one. It wasn't mocking or cold; just big.

Kidd shook his head with a final chuckle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Me too. Sooo uh, what you studying at the college?”

“General science right now, thinking I'll go into the pre-med stream,” Law answered right away. “Or maybe something more research, less clinical… uh. Or you know, like. Whatever.”

Kidd actually seemed interested. “Yeah that sounds awesome. I always wanted to go into engineering, but pure research would be cool… You um. Doing some math, there?” He looked over at Law's assignment, abandoned on the table.

“Stats. The bane of my existence. Don't stare at it too long, it'll put the bleed on your brain.”

“...you're stuck, huh?” Kidd glanced over again.

“No.” Law sniffed. “I'm considering it from many angles.”

“Okay, man.”

“Oh, like you know anything about sample sizes and shit.”

Kidd shrugged, but the line in his forehead deepened. He cracked another tallboy.

Law gripped his own beer can in the uncomfortable silence that followed, and then downed the rest all at once.

“Nother,” he wiped his mouth and Kidd raised an eyebrow but passed him a fresh one.

“Git it in ya.”

“Mhm.” Law took a deep swig and almost fucking barfed. “Sooo… you make that bike yourself huh?”

“...yeah,” Kidd's face lost the put-out look and split into a grin. “Or whatever, I just added some stuff and changed other stuff… actually, it's…”

That got another good long ramble out of the redhead, full of startling laughter and crass parallels with female body parts. Law wondered idly if Kidd was actually familiar with any female body parts, or whether this was just how people in Pit-town talked.

“Hm?” Law sat up straight, realizing that Kidd had asked him something. His brain was definitely all swimmy now.

“Or I can give you a lift back now. It's a long way to the Rez.”

“I'm not from the Rez, I live down the highway. I can just hitch my way back, it's not a big deal." Law looked at his phone—after midnight.

Kidd was giving Law a look, like he wanted to say something about that, but then grunted and downed his beer instead. “Here, for today,” he said, taking an envelope out of his pocket and pushing a few folded bills into Law's hand.

“Thanks.”

“If you're free tomorrow I'll be working again at noon. And like I said, you can stay here tonight if the trip out is—”

“Oh!” Law felt his face heating up again. “No, I gotta get home. My dad's gonna kill me as it is. I'll come back tomorrow, though, okay?”

“Okay! Or, whatever, good.”

“Yeah.” Law stood and started stuffing things back into his backpack. “Okay see ya tomorrow.”

Kidd gave him a flippant salute and cracked another beer.

Pulling on his sneakers at the door, Law felt a little tug at his pant leg.

“Law, you are going to go?” Nami worried.

“Yup, gotta go home.”

“Law, you won't be here if you go,” she started snuffling.

Law picked her up and put her back in her bed. “I'll come back tomorrow. Okay?”

“No.” She hid under the blanket and kept snuffling.

He hesitated. “I have to go.”

“She’ll get over it in a minute,” Kidd told him from the doorway, leaning backlit against the frame with crossed arms. “It's better not to draw it out.”

Law looked at the little lump among the cushions and shrugged. He stood to go.

The redhead chewed at his tongue piercing and watched him. “Okay, I don't wanna be weird about this, but like. It's the Pit. And you're... You know?”

Law wasn't getting it. “I'm...?”

“C'mon, you stick out. And it's really late, and it's just past check day, and… it'd really just be faster if I gave you a ride.”

Oh, fucking chivalry or whatever.

“So I'll put my hood up,” Law dismissed this.

“It’s the Pit, though,” Kidd said again.

“... See you tomorrow.” Law left without drawing it out any further.

Law got halfway through the village before someone pulled up next to him, apparently to offer him further unwanted courtesies.

“Looking for a place to stay?” the man offered.

“Just heading home,” Law deflected.

This didn't seem to be the answer the guy wanted, and he followed Law in his pickup at very close range, until they got to the village limits and the end of the street lights. Law gripped his phone in his pocket. He heard the truck door slam just as he went to detour off the road between two houses.

Law tried not to back away as the guy advanced. “I'll call the police.”

“I am the police,” the man pointed to the badge on his belt.

"Shit..."

"And you're trespassing."

Law held onto his phone, a harsh roaring steadily growing in his ears. The smart thing would be to play dumb and helpless so he wouldn't fucking get shot, and just hope someone came by… but the man went to grab him and he panicked just as the roar peaked. Law snapped the fist holding his phone into the man's temple, and it made a loud crunch. A couple more frantic strikes sent the pig down in a confused pile of limbs.

Well he'd fucking done it now. Maybe he could run before—

“Oohhh shit, haha,” someone commented.

Law glared over at Kidd, who was sitting there on his noisy rat bike, peering at the man on the ground.

“Hi?” Law crossed his arms.

Kidd scratched his neck. “Saw him drive past after you left, and figured… yeah. I was just gonna come and like, bam! Do a drive-by with a crowbar. But that Rocky shit was actually way cooler, haha. Is that a brass knuckles phone ring?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah…” Kidd considered the lump on the ground. “Kay, well. Can I drive you home now?”

“...” Law really, stubbornly wanted to refuse.

“Just so you can see how Marlene here rides,” Kidd patted the motorcycle. “Did I tell you I built her?”

Law's tension cracked and an incredulous laugh bubbled out. “Yeah. You told me. She's a beauty.” Kidd passed him the helmet and Law slid into place behind him.

“She’s a rubber-tit, chain-smoking old blacklung biddy, fuck yeah she's a beauty. You can ride her all day and night, she don't get tired.”

Law had been wondering how he'd get all the way home like this without popping a boner, but that mental image cleared it up.

“Uh,” Law gave the unconscious cop a guilty glance, “should we get this guy somewhere…?”

“Oh, I'll just call his wife to come get him, I guess,” Kidd snorted at the pathetic pile and took out his phone.

“You know him?”

“Everyone knows everyone here… hold on a sec. Hey, Mrs. Kyle? Yeah I just seen Kevin going off tryna fight that goose again.”

“Fuckin what??” Law snickered.

“Yeah, Cobb Road. Looked like he'd taken a good one on the head already. I dunno who taught that thing to make a fist. Yeah, anyway. Yeah, bye.” Kidd hung up, nodding to himself like that was it.

“No one's gonna believe that shit,” Law objected.

“Oh the goose? That's real, the thing's a monster. I think they should just shoot it but there's a pool on who'll defeat it in hand-to-hand combat.”

“...okay. Sure.”

“It's the Pit,” Kidd explained again.

Kidd tied a bandana onto his face as a windguard, and they pulled out of the village and onto the highway. It was fall but the air was warm and smelled like tar. Law held onto Kidd's waist and directed him by patting his arm and pointing. The smokestacks receded behind them, though the tar smell lingered on through the treeless landscape. Eventually Law signaled for them to stop.

Kidd pulled off the highway and stopped just under the lone streetlight at the turnoff. He looked around. “This is just a carpool lot. I might as well take you all the way home, right?”

“Nah, my Dad's already gonna be pissed that I'm out this late. If I ride up on a bike smelling like booze… yeah.” Law passed him the helmet and dismounted. “It's not far from here, I'm good now.”

Kidd was still processing the first part. “Aren't you in uni? You still have a curfew?”

Law shrugged. “He's strict. He just worries. Though, yeah, he's nowhere near as protective about my fuckin brothers so—”

At that exact moment Law's brain registered the whine of a familiar car, and he had to grip his bag to keep from bolting. He relaxed slightly when he saw it was just the Volvo.

“Hey Lawnboy,” Bellamy chuckled, leaning an elbow out the window.

“Hiii Law,” a gawky, sharp-eyed girl chirped from the passenger seat.

“Monet, my dream girl,” Law flirted mildly, leaning on the door frame. Monet giggled and Bellamy scowled.

“That your ~boyfriend~?” the blond troll mocked, jabbing a thumb at Kidd, who tensed and sneered.

“Yeah,” Law shot back.

There was a pause.

“Really???” Monet scrambled to get a good look at them both. Bellamy's face went slack with shock.

Kidd stuffed his head into the safety of his helmet.

“What're you doing?” Law questioned the helmeted Kidd.

“He's shy!” Monet squealed. “Ahhhh you guys are perfect!”

“Are you blushing?” Law tried to flip up the mirrored visor and Kidd held on stubbornly, shaking his head.

“Law, bring him to Hawk's place with us, I'll make youse guys’ drinks!! I got sourpuss and peach schnapps!”

“They're not coming to Hawk's,” Bellamy told her sullenly.

“Shut up Bellamy. Law, you guys coming?”

Law demurred. “Gotta work tomorrow, Monet-fique. Nother time.”

“Aw.”

“See you at home, Bellyache,” Law dismissed his pouting brother, who scowled.

“‘Babysitting’, huh. I'm telling Dad you're hoeing it up in the Pit,” Bellamy threatened.

Monet punched him in the shoulder. “Oh my god Bellamy no you're not. Later, Law! Byyye, strong silent boyfriend!”

Bellamy took his cue and screeched away.

Law turned back to Kidd, who was still hiding under his helmet. “Sorry. That was my brother. It just seemed like the best way to get him to leave.”

Kidd gave a slight shrug.

“So. See you tomorrow?” Law shouldered his bag.

Kidd nodded.

“Thanks for the ride. And for dinner and stuff…”

“Yeah it's whatever,” came Kidd's muffled voice.

“Oh yeah I mean, whatever.” Law started off down the road.

“Uh…! Thank you too, for… coming...” Kidd called after him a few steps later.

Law stopped and looked back awkwardly.

“...And for being chill about Nami's issues, and the house, and dealing with that creeping fucker… You don't have to come back after that crap. And if all this is gonna get you in trouble with your dad anyway,” Kidd offered in a nervous jumble, as Law wandered back over and stood there, feeling suddenly sad.

Law had had his share of sweet goodbye kisses under this streetlight, when he'd been a little younger and a little less worried about everything. He kinda really wanted another like that right now… But Kidd was holding onto the helmet on his head like a life preserver. And a kiss seemed like such a shallow, wrong-headed kind of assurance to offer against all ‘that crap.’

Law leaned in, and bonked his forehead lightly against the glossy helmet instead.

“Well, pick me up tomorrow, at the highway. So I don't gotta risk crossing the goose,” Law shrugged too, like it really was all just whatever.

He couldn't see Kidd's face but he could see his heaviness lift.

“You got it, Cap.”

The scruffy redhead leaned into his bike and the road, and became a fading engine roar in the dark. Law walked home slowly.

[izzyhcnds]

the 100 for the fandom ask game :))

Thank you babe! :) I wrote waaaaaaay too much so if anyone wants to talk more about something I said then pls, message me! I know some of these things arent popular opinions, so I’d love to hear other opinions if anyone thinks I’m wrong!

the first character i ever fell in love with: Clarke! a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: Wick! I thought his character was pretty stellar and then the actor was such a douche that whenever i rewatch it i just feel blech. a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:  i dont think i have any? I like most t100 ships. I guess wick x raven but just because of what I mentioned. my ultimate favorite character™: Clarke. I adore her so much. prettiest character: This question is too hard. Clarke, Lexa, Raven, Bellamy, John, and Lincoln are all too hot and I refuse to pick. my most hated character: Ontari.my OTP: Originally I would have said Bellarke. Recently though, I’ve been thinking about it and I realised that I would find it weird if they kissed? They’ve been working as co-leaders and best friends for too long. The episode would have to be written perfectly for it to be believable to me. So I think my OTP would need to be Memori. They love each other so much, and I love them both.my NOTP: Ontari x Murphy. Dub/non-con ships dont sail here. favorite episode: 1x13 - We Are Grounders Part II - I think it was a really good ep that kinda showed all the characters off really well. saddest death: I sobbed over Marper. They got a good death though. As much as I would have liked more of them, if the had died violently it wouldn’t have been right. I loved that they found peace. favorite season: Season 1, for nostalgia purposes i think. least favorite season: Season 5... O think the writing is superbly clumsy in places and so many characters pull shit that hasn’t followed. It might be because of the time jump, and the characters changing during that but its just clumsy not to show this and just go “oops! they’ve changed! Deal with it!”. Even if they dont explicitly show if you should feel it and I just didnt... character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: Okay hate is a strong word.... I don’t particularly hate any of the characters... but.... I did feel extremely disappointed when Jasper risked his friends lives because he was depressed. It made me so so so mad. I understand he went through loads but so have most of them, ie Raven. I’m not saying he shouldn’t have been suicidal or anything I just get mad that he tried to take them down with him. I love him but I hate the decisions he made. my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Early seasons Echo. Girl is so badass but she was loyal to people who didn’t love her and that put her on the wrong side of things. I love her growth now she has people who love her back. my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Raven. Stop torturing her please. She’s lost too much. Though her writing this season has been strange... Does she remember that she tortured and killed people too? my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: I don’t think I have one for this show? my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Zaven. I didnt love season 5, and I didn’t feel v attached to them even though I was glad she was happy. His death def made me question if I want to keep watching this show tho cause it has a weird obsession with killing minorities and I dont know if I want to support a show that is okay with thinking the only two choices for minorities is dead or villian. 

[sometimesrosy]

You're right guess i'm just being biased and as a fan we always feel entitled and expect the writers to agree with us and give us what we want but like you said it's not our story its jason's so even tho i dont agree with a lot of things we have no right to call it bad writing which i didnt say but bellarke fandom always does and i used to agree. i guess this way of thinking is a thing because a lot of cw shows cater to their fans do a lot of fanservice to please the fans but t100 doesnt.

I know you didn’t say it. I knew that when I wrote it, but the fandom says it and I’m kind of talking about fandom in general. 

I am new to the CW. Relatively. I mean, okay it’s only been a few years since i binged supernatural, then arrow, then found the 100. I never watched the teen shows at all, and that’s the base of the CW programming. So I do get that as the audience of The CW, sometimes the fans have a different idea of what is supposed to be happening on their shows. They have EXPECTATIONS. And The 100 doesn’t actually live up to those expectations. Part of that is because the CW is TRYING to change their image to more adult shows. 

I honestly stayed out of it for a long time. And even with this season, I just backed out of a lot of fandom interactions because it’s not up to me how people relate to their tv shows.

But this idea about what the story is SUPPOSED to be about, and this feeling of betrayal people have that it hasn’t turned out like their specs or headcanons? This is making everyone miserable. They all feel hurt and angry. 

Listen, my shipping specs got junked, too. But when I look at it outside of my expectations, I can see that my understanding of where the show was going is STILL ACTUALLY THERE. All of it. The show hit the beats I said it was going to hit, even if we got no kissing. The show ended EXACTLY the way I said it would, with Bellarke together, after losing the war for Eden, being expelled from the garden, but being together and finding hope and the future. There even was the happy ending that I predicted within the tragedy… but it went to Marper. 

The love triangle with B/E was TOTALLY set up. When I said it was happening before the season started, it was speculation on the very EXISTENCE of B/E, without any build up. What we got instead was the BUILD UP for the love triangle. Bellamy’s rescue of her and declaration of her importance. The girlfriend comment. Clarke’s jealousy. The secret of the 2199 calls being withheld. Octavia calling him out for loving Clarke like his girlfriend. The all is lost moment. The question about whether or not Clarke and/or Bellamy would even CHOOSE each other and then the eventual, actual, conscious choice to choose the other. We EVEN got Echo challenging Clarke over her feelings for Bellamy, and the unexpected twist of having Lxa call Clarke out on her feelings for him AND telling her love was not a weakness and her betrayal was a mistake. AND THEN to get Madi’s reveal about the 2199 calls and Bellamy’s immediate change towards Clarke. Echo’s near disappearance in the rest of the episode and Bellamy’s tenderness towards Clarke, ending in that intimate hug facing the future together. 

It spent the WHOLE season building the case for Clarke and Bellamy’s ROMANTIC feelings for each other and CHOOSING each other. Setting up Echo to be Clarke’s antagonist, refusing to forgive her. I mean. 

I said there’d be a love triangle, but it was all spec. And now we have a love triangle developed fully on screen. 

However Bellarke is non romantic still. And there’s no kissing. YET. Even though i predicted it this season, this season instead BUILT it. 

Wait. what happened? this wasn’t your question.

Oh. Expectations. 

We EXPECT something from The 100. They GAVE it to us. But they took longer and committed MORE to it than we are used to. They are making us a PROPER romance with so much angst and tension coming. It wasn’t the story for this season, it was the story for the next two seasons. 

But we expect the simple story, like The CW. And that’s not what we got. 

[dylanobrienisbatman]

In A Galaxy Far, Far Away, There Were S’mores

A Pirate Mechanic Fanfic, based on THIS post ! 

Raven and Zeke find each other in this new world, and when they’re wrapped in each other, legs tangled up, all soft skin and warmth, he tells her stories about his life, in the 21st century. 

Ill post the Ao3 link as soon as it lets me post on there, so if you prefer reading on that... sorry i hope itll be up soon? <3 

When Raven landed on the ground, surrounded by hulking prisoners with an ax to grind, a shock collar around her neck and fear burning up her spine, she wasn’t sure ever leaving the arc was a good idea. They had been safe, well fed, surrounded by people they loved, they could have lived there until a ripe old age and been perfectly content. Instead, they had hoped over to a giant prisoner transport ship, woken a literal sleeping beast, killed a man for the first time in almost a decade, and she had been separated from her friends as they hurtled towards some unknown earth while she and Murphy stayed behind to maybe commit another genocide, maybe not, depending on how Bellamy’s admittedly sort of ridiculous plan went when he got to earth. She ended up in a hacking war with some dickhead who was already on earth, trying to fight her for dominance over the cryosleep containers, and when they couldn’t beat her, Bellamy had made some sort of semblance of peace, enough to prevent her from having to kill 283 people, and the people on the ground had woken up the sleeping prisoners, and the next thing she knew, she and Murphy were chained up, hurtling towards earth, and she thought maybe… they should have just stayed in the Ring.

They had shocked her twice before they realised that she wasn’t really too bothered. She grunted in pain, and then snarled at them with bared teeth. But then they turned on Murphy, and she had yelled, anger laced with fear, because he was her person, and he couldn’t bear to see him hurt, and they realised her weakness was him, and started lighting up his collar every chance they got. She was sobbing, crying out for him, when the ship settled onto earth. The feeling of real gravity on her bones would have been something she revelled in, if they hadn’t been captives again, and then the door to the ship opened, and a mass of people she didn’t know swarmed in, taking the remote from her captor, dragging her and Murphy along. A man they kept calling McCreary shocked John again, seeming to almost enjoy it, and she saw a younger man, tan skin and a buzzed head, turn away from the display of angry violence. She would take the chance to be mildly interested in that when the damn collar was off and she and Murphy were safe again. They were dragged along, through the woods, and she tried to take a minute to appreciate the trees, the sound of the wind through the leaves, the grass beneath her feet, and the taste of fresh air in her lungs after 6 years, tried to appreciate what the earth smelled like and sounded like and looked like again after so long, but it was a little difficult with the collar around her neck and some unknown fate awaiting them.

They were pulled into a village, bright and colourful, and dropped in front of Bellamy, who immediately ordered the collars off their necks.

“You really need to stop doing that” He said, his voice gruff, glaring at this McCreary character. Raven was about to laugh when she saw her, bright blonde hair with streaks of red, and her words and her breath caught in her throat.

Her reunion with Clarke was heavy, full of tears and hugs and soft touches across each others cheeks, like they were trying to memories these new faces, these new versions of each other. Hell, Murphy even cried, one tear running down his cheek when he hugged her, tight, and laughed into her hair when she told him he wasn’t any uglier than he remembered. They were moved into a big house, just the 7 of them, plus Clarke and a little girl, who called herself Madi, and she sat on the edge of her bed while Clarke wrapped a gauze bandage around the burns on her neck. She noticed similar ones, fading across her neck, and reached up absentmindedly to tap one of the scars gently. Clarke nodded almost imperceptibly, and finished the wrapping. She watched as Clarke wandered back to her bed, which was pushed flush up against another. Raven wondered vaguely if it was Madi’s, but the little girl was tucking into another bed in the corner, and then Bellamy walked in, walking right to the other side of Clarke’s bed, and she couldn’t hide her smile, earning her an eye roll from Bellamy.

She fell asleep almost instantly, finally safe, with her people again, and was woken up the next morning to the door slamming shut on an empty room. She wasn’t sure where everyone else had gone, but she took the minute to stretch, leaning over and plucking her brace from the floor and starting to strap it on, revelling in the silence for second, before the door opened and the mysterious, seemingly sympathetic prisoner stepped inside.

“Charmaine asked where you were, and she wouldn’t let your man Bellamy come back to find you, so he asked me to go.” The fact that Bellamy trusted him to be alone with her made the tension crawling up her spine lessen, just a little. “Get some good sleep?” His voice was nice, soft, with a bit a lilt to it. She glared at him instead.

“Sure. If you think rolling all night trying to find a way to sleep where my neck burns don’t hurt counts as good sleep.” She gave him a pointed stare, testing him.

“Yeah. Sorry. McCreary is a dick, but he’s too valuable for Charmaine to kill him, so she just mostly keeps him as contained as she can.” He seemed unphased by her directness, which she found… startling, and interesting. “You alright, tho?” She nodded, begrudgingly.

“I’ve been through worse than this.” Gestured to her brace, half way strapped on, abandoned when a potentially threatening guest had entered the room. She leaned over to restart, and found him kneeling in front of her, strapping above her knee.

“How’d it happen?” Bold first question, when he didn’t even know her name. She admired his tenacity.

“I dont need your help.” She said, fierce and defensive.

“I can see that.” He snarked back, but kept helping. “How’d that happen?” He repeated. She rolled her eyes, but answered him.

“The guy your friends dragged me in with? He shot me in the spine like… 7 years ago?” Her nonchalantness made him laugh through the shock on his face.

“If i remember right, you were pretty concerned about him. How’d that happen?”

“You ask a lot of questions for someone who’s friends held me and mine hostage.”

“Hey. I didn’t chose this life. And if i want to live i don’t really have much of a choice.” She tossed him a look, one that was her attempt at conveying understanding.

“It was an accident, this whole thing.” He looked confused.

“How does someone accidentally shoot you in the spine?” She laughed. That story would take a long time to tell. She told him as much.

“That story comes with a lot of other information, would take a long time to tell. Just… Murphy was a dick… Is a dick. But we spent 6 years in space together, with only 5 other people. Forgiveness is kind of essential to that. I’m Raven… by the way. Raven Reyes.”

“Wait… so you were on the ground, and you went BACK into space? Ill have to get more of both of those stories sometime. I’m Zeke. Zeke Shaw.”

“You’ll have to earn them.” He smirked, and tightened the last strap, high up her thigh, and she ignored the warm feeling that spread up her thigh and the base of her spine when his fingers finally grazed the part of her skin that had feeling. He helped her stand, and led her outside.

The next week or so, her mornings started like that. He would come into the room when the whole group was gone, and help her strap on her brace, asking her one or two very personal questions, letting his fingers graze a little longer, just a little higher every time. She started trading questions of her own, asking about his team, about what he did to end up in a prison transport ship, about where they came from. He was about as short with his answers as she was.

Weeks turned into months, and the morning traditions stood. The morning she found out he was the one who had tried to hack into the ship she had yelled so loudly Bellamy had come running to her door, and his expression when he found Zeke, kneeling on the ground hands on Raven’s calf, was nothing short of hilarious. Her respect for him after that was unwavering. Anyone who could compete with her and almost win deserved it, after all. She might even be starting to like him. She even let herself admit he was cute, sharp cheekbones, a bit of stubble, a nice square jaw, tall and broad and well built. She’d never tell him that though.

She eventually got her own space, a small hut off on the edge of the camp, next door to Murphy (and Emori, in the night, when they thought no one else was paying attention. They didn’t want anyone to know they had rekindled whatever it was, until they were sure, but she was always up well into the night, tinkering with whatever mechanics she could get her hands on), but Zeke still made an appearance, every morning, helping her strap on her brace. Sometimes, she found herself waiting to put it on when she woke up earlier than normal, lounging around, picking through some dried fruit in her room and reading a bit until he showed up to help tighten the straps up her leg. Everyday, he’d help her, lead her outside, to whatever place, to do whatever she was supposed to be doing, and they’d end up in the mechanics lab, tinkering away, casual conversations tossed back and forth, never delving too deep when other people were around. Two months of that, on the ground, early mornings with this stranger, learning little bits and pieces about him and his life, getting to know him slowly and in private. His fingers would linger on her leg, and he’d bring her treats sometimes in the early morning, tea or dried fruit or little toys to play around with, and her interest only grew. So, one night, sitting around the fire with everyone, she decided she wanted to know a little more.

He caught her eye from across the fire, and she held his eye contact while she got up, dragging her bum leg towards her hut, pressing a kiss into the top of Harpers head as she walked by as a goodnight, letting her fingertips graze the shoulders of the rest of her friends, tugging Murphy’s hair last as she passed him, and made her way to her house. She looked over her shoulder when she got the door, and found him watching her. She held his gaze for another moment, and then opened her door and went inside, lighting the candles around her room for light and settled on her bed, leg outstretched, brace still on, and waited. It only took him about 5 minutes to slip in her door, leaning back against the door frame, pretty in the candle lighting.

“I’m assuming you don’t need help with that.” He nodded towards her leg, teasing her with her own words from their first encounter.

“Actually, my fingers are a bit stiff today…” She let her voice trail off, and he came up close to her, kneeling in front of her. He started near her ankle, untying the first of 6 straps slow and easy like, letting his hands run easy up her legs while he did it. She couldn’t feel it, but she could see it, could imagine what it would feel like, and she appreciated that even though he knew she couldn’t feel it, he took his time, exploring her skin with his hands while he undid every strap. When the brace was off, he set it on the floor, but left his hands on her thigh.

“Still got stiff fingers?” His voice was low, and his eyes dark, and she nodded, a bit breathless. He slid his hands down, and untied her boots, one at a time pulling them off her feet and setting them to the side. She never took her eyes off his face.

“Still got stiff fingers?” He asked again, sliding his hands up her leg towards her hips. She nodded again, letting him slid his hands over and undo her button on her jeans, leaning back on her elbows to lift her hips and let him slide them off, folding them once and setting them on the floor. He put his hands on her thighs again, letting the pads of his fingers trace the skin there, tiny movements that had heat pooling in her belly. He slide his hands up just a little more, to the hem of her underwear, letting the tip of one finger slide under the elastic on her right hip, his eyes never leaving hers. She let her eyes find his mouth, darting back up to his eyes and then back down, and then she just… kissed him.

She surged forward just enough, and he met her in the middle, like he could read her mind, and he tasted like dried cherries and monty’s moonshine, and she smiled into his lips causing him to laugh a little, and they sat with their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed for just a second.

“This is… a real thing, right?” He was cautious with his words, letting their noses brush.

“Yeah… it feels real.” He was her equal, just as smart as her, just as witty and bright and driven. He didn’t agree with his people, and had become HER people over time, only listening to Charmaine when it suited him, following Bellamy and Clarke, and being her partner, in the lab and out of it, always around to help even when he knew she didn’t need it. He challenged her, when he could, but never questioned her, or doubted her. It felt real. “It’s real. Whatever it is… its real.” He leaned back in, coaxing her mouth open with his tongue, kissing into her so hard she had to use one hand to stay propped up on the bed, and the other to anchor herself to him, holding his jacket in her fist to keep him close. He slid his lips across her cheek, over under her jaw bone, biting at her ear before licking down her throat.

“Still got stiff fingers?” He asked again, all teasing, as he slid her jacket from her shoulders and found purchase on her collar bone with his mouth, biting softly into her skin, and then he pulled back. She tried to chase after him, but he went too far, leaving her sitting, in nothing but her panties and a t-shirt, a small bruise blooming on her clavicle. He slid his hands up her thighs again, finding the elastic of her panties, his eyes dark, and she swore her soul left her body. She leaned forward, and he caught her int he middle again, and she kissed him, all warm pressure but heavy, wanting, needy almost. He slid his hands under the elastic, pulling them down, laying them on her jeans, and brought her good leg up to his shoulder, kissing from her ankle, slow, wet kisses up to her knee, up to her hip, before lifting her bad leg up to his other shoulder, sliding her to the edge of the bed, and licking into her. She took her time, slowly letting herself lean back onto her bed, letting him bring her to a soft, rolling peak, until she couldn’t handle it anymore, too sensitive for his persistent tongue, tugging on his jacket to bring him up over her to kiss the taste of herself out of his mouth.

“Stiff fingers?” She whispered into his mouth, and he laughed into her neck, letting her start top strip off his clothes, his jacket and shirt shed, his jeans shucked down until they hit his boots, and watching him stumble around trying to untie his boots and shuck his jeans at the same time brought her almost to tears, trying to laugh into her hands to keep from making too much noise, and then he was stumbling out of his pants and falling into bed, crawling over her sliding her up to the head of her bed, finding all of her new skin with her mouth as he went, until he found her mouth again. He settled in on top of her, kissing her soft and easy, letting his hands slide over her, finding new skin, travelling down until his fingers found purchase on her centre, sliding into her, his other hand threading into her hair, tugging just enough to expose her neck, letting him bite gently into it, his fingers in her heat bringing her up, up, up, and then backing away, up, up, up, and then backing away, until she was shaking, and then he lined himself, using the hand in her hair to lift her as he slid in, easy, until she was sitting up, letting her wrap her arms around his neck, using his hand to help move her hips, until she was falling apart around him, and he followed her only a few moments later. They stayed like that, for a moment, her fingers tracing patterns on his scalp and down his neck, over his shoulders, their feverish kisses slowing to soft, gently ones, until they were just breathing into each other, noses brushing. She stepped off him, finding his t-shirt on the floor, tossing him his underwear and sliding on her own, before tucking back in next to him on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows, tangling their legs together. He leaned up, kissing her softly.

“So… have i earned your story yet?” She smiled. He knew most of their story, they had shared as a group over moonshine one night. He knew about them being sent to earth, about their war with the mountain men, about their fight against ALIE, about her going to space with her friends, but she never really went into her own personal story with the group. She let Bellamy tell it, let Clarke tell it, let Murphy be snarky and Harper tell jokes, and Echo and Emori tell their own stories about Grounders. She kissed his shoulder.

“Tell me about you, tell me about life in the 21st century,” she smiled, biting into his shoulder, “what was it like?”

“You know what i miss the most?” She urged him on, smiling. “The music. There were so many artists, so many great bands. There was so much great old stuff, and the ship still has pretty much anything you could want in its old library, but man… new music? All the time? Sometimes i even miss the radio playing the same 3 songs over and over again.”

“tell me more…”

“When i was a kid, my family and I used to watch these really old movies, Star Wars they were called. There were like 11 or 12 of them, and we used to watch them over and over. The first three came out in the 70’s,” she looked puzzled, “the NINETEEN seventies! They were super old, but so good, about this group of magical people, of all kinds of alien races, it was set in space you see, who fought with laser swords and The Force, this like… magical power that they could control, that connected them all. Carrie Fisher, she played Princess Leia… man. What a babe.” She laughed into his arm. “We used to go on to the Great Lakes, up in Michigan, we’d take these weekend trips, me and my moms. Drive up to the lakes, with sleeping bags and camping stuff, and sleep out on the beach, under the stars. We’d build these huge bonfires, making sausages and s’mores-“

“Whats a s’more?”

She heard him mutter “you’re killing me, smalls” under his breath. “Movie reference, sorry. Ill explain later.” She smiled. “It was this awesome dessert. These sweet crackers, with cinnamon in them, and chocolate, with a marshmallow, which was just this puffy sugar ball basically, you’d catch it on fire and once it was all toasted, you’d squish it between the crackers… it was sticky and so sweet too many would make you sick, but man… Anyway, we’d go out to the lake, and spend all day swimming and playing in the sand, and then we’d build the big fire and eat and sleep under the stars. We’d go until it was too cold to go anymore.” He was reminiscent, and it was so endearing.

“Sounds delicious, tell me more about the food! I’ve heard stories that it was all terrible for you.” She tried to make it not so obvious that she was avoiding talking about his family, but he could tell. He looked soft, and grateful. He had told her before that the thing he missed most was his bike, which meant whatever stories there were about his family, they wouldn’t be happy stories.

“Oh man, SO terrible. Well… not all of it. We had vegetables and normal food, obviously. But fries… potatoes, sliced into pi.eces and fried in hot oil, man I could eat my weight in those. And tacos, you’d get them from trucks, slow cooked meat with all kinds of spices, served on warm corn tortillas with cilantro.” She didn’t know a lot of the foods he was talking about, but his nostalgia was so cute she couldn’t be bothered to stop him and ask about any of it.

He told her about his favourite movies, his favourite television shows, his favourite books, sang (terribly) a few bars of his favourite songs, until his voice was slurring with sleep and their bodies were heavy together on the bed. She tucked her face into his neck, and they fell asleep that way, surrounded by each others warm skin, the the soft memories of his life, a life she’d only ever dreamed about, only ever read about in books. She’d share her own stories later.

When they woke up the next morning, still wrapped around each other, his lips found hers again, and the rocked against each other, all warm and slow, easy and gentle, soft crests following each other, and they were pulling on clothes, helping each other, giggling into each others shoulders when he couldn’t tug her jeans up, and when they were fully dressed, he knelt in front of her, and laced up her brace, one strap at a time. He lifted her up off the bed, giving her a chance to wrap her arms up around his neck, kissing him with all she had in her.

“Would you look at that,” she said, zipping his jacket up, “no more stiff fingers.”

“I’m glad i could cure you” he laughed, lacing their fingers together, and walking out into the light, together.

[plainvanillapotato]

the 100 diaries S2 E14

quarantine diaries: june 14 2020

season 2 episode 14: “Bodyguard of Lies”

dude got jokes. but they are not funny. oh that guy went boom

but i wasnt that surprised. this is nothing new in the show. after the biological warfare and the human trafficking nothing has really been that crazy or surprising

“those kids are dangerous.” ummm are they listening to themselves if anyones dangerous its these people

lexa is jealous about bellamy?? i mean she should be cuz bellamy be fine as hell

wow thats cold lexa. but you know what im looking at you right now and telling you “go die” cuz i really dont care for you rn.

those longing glances between lexa to clarke... ship?

was clarke born for this tho? she really isnt that great of a leader

the hat fall down. ahh so poetic. goodbye sean malto. may we meet again

bellamy took down that guy so easy. i also like that bellamy didnt kill the guy tho. what a stand up guy bellamy is.

wick got rid of the stash!!!! he cleaned up for raven didnt he? he reminds me of flynn rider

that hand touch. this is such a ship. way better than finn and raven. also that was the most ship look yet

“lets get our stoichometry on”.. finn who??

how are you alive octavia??? also never pegged octavia to be much of a thinker. so idk why she be think about clarke and how shes alive.

octavias hairstyle really looks like a mullet. ngl kinda reminds me of tiger king

clarke would fit in so well in the council. ooo and clarke really asked octavia to be lowkey. 

idk about that octavia. shes kinda an idiot like she really jumped into that river day one not even worried that the water might be poisonous or if there would be a creature to eat her

ooo lexa wants to kill octavia. i would be so for that if it werent for bellamy

that grounder with that nose contour

i thought i was a one night thing/fling. apparently not... vincent and bellamy a ship??

bellamy has been moving and working. has he even slept?? like bitch i could never.

how did clarke creep on him?? like this grounder must be the worst assassin if clarke creeped on him 

“sand it blows” thank you murphy for your wisdom

jaha is such a hippie rn. but i guess if you survive a on a missile you can survive anything

idk about that clarke bc i 100 believe that octavia would choose lincoln over bellamy. like she does not listen to bellamy whatsoever but lincoln. it seems like she’ll do anything for him despite the fact that hes like 40 and shes 16.

woah clarked really backed lexa up against that table. and lexa said not you. clarke is confused. clarke you idiot she likes you 

 lexa had to do a breather. ooo and so did clarke. definitely a ship.

yeah you do need a shower murphy you look crusty af

watch the city of lights be a gay night club and thats why everyone is welcome

“i have great follow through” wicks flirting game is strong

i love how we have this fluff then cut to bellamy going full die hard and doing the heavy lifting

“hows my boy monty doing.” wick KNOWS. wick just when up on my list. 

that is pretty trusting to believe that just because of a sign that the mine field is done. like it could just have been a lie

but that looks like a city for me. whats wrong?? im so confused. 

wick and raven trying to help bellamy is so much like young people helping an old person with technology

woah if youre going to go for the kiss GO FOR THE KISS. 

wow this progressed fast. did not expect a kiss between them so soon. she said not yet...leading lexa on smh.

back to back kisses ok. you go raven.

wait waht??? wicks first name is kyle?? wick is a kyle?! oh my gosh did not expect this at all.

aww bellamy. all that work but i guess that would have been too easy 

bellamy with those two guns!! nice!

bellamy is smarter than i thought. damn ok. who knew??

that could have been the opportunity for the zuko scar but they didnt take it. fine ok.

but also all that fire but his hair is fine? whatever i guess i love bellamys hair too much to care about logic

raven you need to focus. bellamy cant do this all by himself.

wick said im not here to play games. ok wick. ill try to forget that youre first name is kyle

you are not indestructible octavia. also that was a weird war cry octavia

i still really dont like octavia. maybe its just because i really dont by her as a grounder.

oh. theyre solar panels but from afar it really looked like a city. 

thats amazon prime my boy.

wow jaha really dropped his staff. that was a good question murphy because jaha really be crazy rn.

[morleybell]

Hey, I stopped watching and keeping with the 100 since s4. What has changed? I’m seeing a lot of Bellarke hope and it seems like Eliza and Bob have stopped talking about Bellarke so bitterly. Have they and the show turned a new leaf?

omg hi it is old message i see but absolutely nothing has changed lmao.

bob n eliza with their managers organized on their own before season 5 started convention - it is called conageddon. a lot of bellarkers attended, baaa infobellarke got vip tickets, everything was beautiful, they talked so positive about bellarke, eliza even said “season 5 is rough for you guys. they love each other, and then they hate each other. and then they love each other again”, zach yelled at the party how he totally ships bellarke while dancing with bob, overall it was super positive for fandom and everyone believed s5 is our year (bobooo the fool like every year huh?) anyways.

season 5 started and we got lots of spoilers (on dms like always, half of the fandom knows everything what is happening even tho we dont tweet abt it) and everyone basically knew beho is a thing. so yeah then we get the eps and everyone wanted vomit when in first eps we got beho kiss. everyone lost hope.

but then bellarke reunion happened and bellamy wanted to kill 283 people in exchange for clarke and he said while looking at her eyes “she is” (important to him). then the main villian - diyoza (shes not really a villian as long as bellamy’s sister exsist) called bellarke “a hostage taker and his girlfriend” and oh my god. we had hope again.

then episode 6 happened and gosh. i never wanna talk about this episode. its the episode “never allowed to talk about”, its ep full of beho and i honestly cried because my son bellamy blake was dead and he was replaced by alook like. also. i was rooting for octavia. for the first time in my life, i was octavia stan and not bellamy when it came to their fight. lmao what is this shit? also bellamy basically begs octavia to let him n eho stay with wonkru but octavia doesn’t agree.

anyways then episode 8 happened and bob said at some con we will like this episode. so we had small hope, u know. expect nothing good since we are always only getting scraps. but..and then!!! in that ep. -because u gotta know Octavia is a total full psycho since shes blodreina. Bellamy n Clarke did sth against wonkru (and who is the enemy of the wonkru is enemy of octavia n dies - doesnt matter if you are bellamy)- octavia ordered to take clarke and kill her. so the guards (miller lmaooo!!!) take clarke without hesistation and bellarke look in each other eyes, bellarke fandom melts and realizes we will never let go, they yell “promise me - i promise” with teary eyes and my god. my heart stopped. and bellamy, since he couldnt let that happen (clarke dying). he goes to octavia alone to beg to talk. he says. watch out now. he says “I can’t let you kill Clarke, O.” and Octavia “here we go awain. pleading for the life of a traitor (pauseee n look into his eyes) WHO YOU LOVE” and bellamy has no reaction, he doesnt say anything he just bites his lips and looks down because he knows it is true lmaobsdh!!! anyway so. After that Bellamy basically drugs his own sister to save Clarke & stop the war & protect Madi. and I freaking loved this ep so much.

anyways, but overall nothing has changed. Jason keeps baiting us and making fun of us, we are getting scraps, you can say their scenes are platonic (even though it makes 0 sense), cast hates us and all that shitz. 

[lucyferthecatx]

hey, kid !! wanna see some dank plots ??

 this is, quite frankly, the worst title but plots !! and i found kakaotalk gif icons !! i am ecstatic right now

  - lorna facilier -

+ maybe more exes or something + let her fall in love!! and then fall out of it!!! i want that guilt!! + oR can she pls fall in love with someone and she thinks it’s gonna be okay cause neither of them are in it for the long haul but then suddenly she IS and they ARENT and she’s sad + eventually give her that fairytale romance she’s always wanted

  - ursa pines -

+ oh my god i want someone to steal her journal + a hunter or something??? and they literally use her life’s work for the exact opposite of what she wanted it to be used

  - nigahayami takako -

+ she needs friends cause i wanna make sure someone cares if she dies + someone gotta be there to stop me from killing her

  - lulu butterfly -

+ all i want is to have someone bully him cause idek how he’d react at this point + it’s either full sass or straight up fist cuffing with someone + he might even be a sad boi about it who knows not me

  - marcellus carabosse -

+ honestly idek what he’s doing anymore he’s just supportive big brother + only supportive in secret tho + he tends to look like he’s looming and glooming give him a smol to make him smile

  - cassandra la bouff -

+ can she have a crush pls where she’s just??? i’ve never had this before let me just shower them in presents + Gay Panic maybe where she’s just like HI I LIKE YOU HERE IS EVERYTHING MONEY CAN BUY + actual panic when someone uses magic near her cause ya girl got PTSD

  - reyna ego - 

+ she killed someone can someone call her out on it + she didnt mean to do it??? there’s a para for it but it’s not done + ooh what if she went to court for it??? + isle kids are scury !! much danger !!

  - wyatt o’neil -

+ collabs!!! with literally anyone!!! + someone point out that the main ship on the vlogs is her and rita

  - gwendolyn bandersnatch -

+ nurse bandy!! + can someone have a crush on her??? and they keep finding excuses to go to the health room so she can patch them up??? + she doesn’t even notice she just gets progressively more worried about their well being and increasingly more protective + like !!! friend !! take better care of your health please !!! and the other person is like why when i have you to patch me up?? and bandy is just !!!! no !!! thats not healthy pls!!!

  - nudge chulanont -

+ i have nothing for him he’s just not ice skating and being gay

  -  teuila kahiki - 

+ idek what she’s doing okay just chilling with her flowers and being gay + oHH what if someone stole her heart as a prank??? + full lava monster oooooohhhhhh

  - uma blackwell -

+ * cough cough kill her cough cough *

  - kevin the third -

+ please someone fight him + i just want to see him get into a fistcuff with someone + also want him to have a radio show or something where he’s like not the most talkative person but he just has a nice indie alternative station that he plays his playlist on

  - bash cipher -

+ somehow let them bodyjump ??? + they’re super op tbh so like i really don’t know what to do with them anymore + let them steal a bunch of bodies and go wild + oooh wait someone start a cult for them or something. maybe sacrifice something to them for a favor!! they’ll think it’s funny

  - blanche grimhilde -

+ i lowkey want her to completely rob someone + get close to someone and then steals everything from their home + not get caught tho?? + she’s lowkey a baddie but i want a happy ending for her give the girl a crown

  - nessa st. north - 

+ someone take her near kids + help her find a girl scout’s troop or something + she just wants to spend time with babies and shower them with gifts

  - mikhail romanov -

+ someone come by his cafe + idek he’s just a gentleman so maybe someone can fall for him and he’s just too polite to say no?? + i honestly have no idea i just like writing his accent

  - phil coulson jr. -

+ i forgot to write anything for him + he’s just here being an older brother.....doing babyvengers damage control......just wants to keep track of all his enhanced children

  - etta lahiffe -

+ she is lowkey party girl cause she djs and she sings + can she like??? sing at someone at a performance and lowkey gets super into it and now she’s just hoping they come to the next show + or give me fucked up party relationship pls i have a need

- tiramisu candlehead -

+ Gay Disaster idek what she’s doing + give me party relationships okay like hey we hooked up at this party and now we’re partners in this project ayyyy + or we hooked up at this party and turns out you’re my roommate + awkward one night stands pls

   - alec levefre -

+ CURSES!!! + be a dick and then have alec have to curse you until you learn your lesson + or let him have a crush where he’s just a vague idiot and sits there and makes them little trinkets + sends little metal birds that sing cute songs + he’ll curse someone for them

  - aristotle tesia -

+ please someone flirt with him and watch him just blink awkwardly + he is the literal embodiment of platonic love + wanna be friends with someone??? he’s your dude!! don’t ask him to set you up with anyone cause he literally only knows compatibility on the basis of great friendships

  - rhiannon thropp -

+ ask her to show you some magic tricks + she will put on an entire production for you + can she have like a rival of sorts?? idek she’s just super competitive + she wants to be better than the wizard of oz and she uses magic to incorporate it

  - bellamy doone -

+ THE RINGING OF THE BELLS COMPEL YOU + can he try to eat someone?? he’s literally possessed and he eats people

- anya dezerta - 

+ she’s like the weird desert bird lady version of charon so she typically helps the dead passover but she also interacts with the living + she can sense when people are close to death + she also has a mailbox that she sets up outside her dorm!! if she’s able, she delivers letters to lost loved ones in the afterlife so like?? if any character needs closure?? she can help

  - luca pantazis -

+ okay but i highkey want some student to have a crush on him + cause he’s an Adult and i really want someone to just come in and get something pierced or something just because they thought he was cute + i forget who else wanted to be flower shop babs but uhhh?? flower shop meet cute??? cause he’s always there looking for references for flower tattoos??? yes pLS

   - sensuo nana -

+ literal embodiment of war + she loves to cause conflict around her?? just somehow knows the exact thing to do to start an full out battle + if you want to start shit, she’s your girl cause she thrives on that drama

   - emil sama -

+ schools are for hooooomans!! + the prejudiced pureblood asshole we dont need but im giving to us anyway + pureblood as in he has a very special hatred for anyone he doesn’t consider supernatural of sorts. humans are the worst + he’s an asshole just hmu if you need a discriminatory fuckboi asshole in your life

[asroarke]

I find your drunk self stories to be hilarious. Kind of want to hear how drunk you would describe the fics you write.

 been a while since you asked me this, but I had to get drunk first so I could do this properly. Don’t worry Mellie is sitting next to me to make sure I dont’ say something dumb.

OKAY UP FIRST: Matched. Basically twenty of our fave homies live in a house, and someone in there is gonna love them real hard, but THEY DONT KNOW WHO THAT IS YET. HOW WILL THEY FIGURE IT OUT? so theres like a truth place they go to, dont remember what it’s called since I wrote this back in May, and if you and one of your other homies go in there, you can find out if you’re soulmates BUT YOU MIGHT NOT BE AND THEN YOU WASTED THE CHANCE. i feel like I’m not explaining this well. oh, it’s also a reality show. I feel like that’s important here. Long story shirt, Bell loves Clarke, Clarke loves Bell, AND THIS FIC IS THE BIRTH PLACE OF THE SHIP I CAPTAIN: ICE JAHAAAAAAAAAA. come for the bellarke slow burn, stay for Roan and Wells falling madly in love amidst the chaos of eighteeen other dumb dumbs. 

Mismatched was based on Matched. They’re like a little family. a fanfic family. sometimes a family is just an obscenely long reality show au and its follow up, a shorter but still unnecessarily long one-shot where bellamy and CLARKE accidentally go into the truth booth early on in the competition and end up trapped in a hotel for SO MANY WEEKS

Medici Magic: bruh. I remember going to a renaissance fair and being like omg BELLARKE COULD FIGHT SO HARD HERE. idk dudes. all the squad works at a renaissance fair. bellarke hates each other, but not really. then bellamy high key loves her, but is like NO I DONT. then theres some plot here and there. then there was the first time i ever tried to write smut and then i didnt sleep that night because no one commented immediately and i was like OH MY GOD I FAILED and now im like oh ok. that was fine. also ice jaha is there. everyone should ship ice jaha. wells and roan could be perfect together if only the writers let them exist in the same season. now they’re in heaven banging it out.

Wrecked: DESERTED ISLAND. drama. intrigue. THE ONLY MISTAKE WAS THAT I GAVE CLARKE GRIFFIN A DRESS WITH POCKETS. ok there were other mistakes, particularly grammatical ones BUT GRAMMAR IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT. but seriously, dont know what i was thinking with the pockets. the LEAST believable thing ive ever written. anyways, errybody is there. i made echo a villain, and since she and i are friends now, I feel kinda bad about that. also theres some roarke action in here. bellamy is shady as fuck, but that’s kind of clarke’s kink in the fic so it works. also smut. 

I’m Gonna Leave You Anyway and the rest of its series’ squad: you know, the show i based this fic on was one of my favorites. AND THEN THE FOURTH SEASON HAPPENED AND I JUST DONT KNOW. anyways, bellamy and clarke have commitment problems, but end up banging it out. they fight about dumb shit because they’re scared of being heartbroken. also the fellow delinquents are real nosy about bellarke’s love life and they all need to calm the fuck down. oh and there are two little one shots that i think are cute. they buy a house and bellamy is like I’M GONNA MARRY THE FUCK OUT OF YOU, and then in the next one clarke is too busy makign fun of bellamy all day to notice that homeboy gonna propose. I laughed, I cried, and I wrote smut. 

Double Infinity: tied with Matched for my fave fic I’ve written. they have like NOTHING in common tho. bellamy is out to avenge his mom’s death. the people responsible?! CLARKE’S FAMILY. drama. suspense. guilty late night phone calls with Kane. Bellamy decides to romance Clarke to get closer to her family, but, spoiler, the fake relationship didn’t turn out to be all that fake?! (also some ice jaha if you squint, #rideordie) bellamy learns that clarke is also super sneaky, like hella sneaky. and what the fuck is going on with ECHO? do we like her? do we hate her? did we laugh at that joke in the beginning where bellamy accused clarke of having a hit man on her speed dial ONLY TO REALIZE THAT SHE FUCKING DID THE WHOLE TIME? lies. betrayal. late nights in storage units. smut. a wedding that arkadian magazine called the go to event of the year turned into BELLAMY’S WORST NIGHTMARE. The fic is obscenely long and is about as EXTRA as I can get 

Something Always Survives: darkness. no literally. clarke “but did you die?” griffin gets abducted and put in a pitch dark cage along with some other homies. guess who her prison neighbor is???? omg so the fic is HELLA creepy at times but i was in a spooky mood because october, but like… ALL BELLAMY DOES IS TALK TO HER THROUGH THE WALL AND TELL HER STORIES AND LOVES HER AND AAAAAAAH. i cried a lot during this fic bc like BELLAMY loves her, and he had never even touched her or seen her. all he did was hear her voice. like sure, they were being used for creepy lab experiments and were constantly fearing for their lives, BUT THE PINING. i started off basing this on the oa and then somewhere in like the first two chapters i went off the rails and i kept listening to gregorian chant while writing it so like that might explain a lot???! 

50 First Proposals: i mean i just wrote this today. i haven’t had enough time between posting it and now to have coherent drunk commentary for you. but like, bellamy proposes to clarke a lot to get free desserts at restaurants, BUT THEYRE JUST FRIENDS OK and then hes like no we’re not justs friends I love the fuck outta her. idk dudes. i either write ANGST where they just stare longingly into a corner as they can only hear each others voice for a fucking year, OR I write FLUFF where everything is perfect and life is great and bellamy is great. 

Fatal Innocence: I HOPE YALL ARE READY FOR A DOUBLE INFINITY WILD RIDE. just started this one. chapters gonna be long as FUCK. htgawm au. somebody murdered somebody BUT WHO IS THE MURDERER? and whyyyy? is roan gonna try and bang clarke? how is sweet precious baby angel monty gonna hold up after burying a body? WHAT IS ECHO UP TO THIS TIME?? does marcus just stare longingly at a photo of abby while sipping scotch? sea mechanic is real, here. EMORI is gonna fuck shit up. WHO IS DEAD? (i mean read chapter one and you’ll find out) also like bellarke is gonna fight so much and it’s gonna be real fun. if you like murder fics. if not…. go read matched.

Anyways, I think that’s all my fics. idk. i went out of order a bit so now im confused. SO, that’s drunk me’s thoughts on the stuff sober me wrote. if you have any questions for drunk me, hit me up now-ish otherwise you’re gonna have to wait until the next time i show up and mellie is here to babysit meee.