#crowsfan

[colinschest]

By far my fave thing about The Last Jedi is how everyone who spends time with Finn falls in love with him.

yes! like, there’s a fight/mad dash escape going on and poe is all like “finn!!! u are NEKED” and rey is like ~tell finn~~~ to chewie and even rose is starstruck and takes the advantage to go in for a kiss. can’t be mad at none of them for thinking hes the best.

[ouatconversations]

crowsfan replied to your post “What was the season 1 reference?”

I think Charming was included because he's a sappy schmuck.

mydarlingsarah replied to your post “What was the season 1 reference?”

I think Charming was included because of him helping with Lacy

Both plausible explanations. Also, now that I think about it, I think it might have something to do with the fact that Rumple helped with *his* match with Snow so they were kind of bros in that respect. But at the end of the day, Charming loves love so I don’t think he needs a good reason. 

[blake-wyatt]

crowsfan replied to your post: the best thing about the order of the phoenix is...

And that was the only time Minerva said anything nice about Gilderoy Lockhart.

iesdufhrfdiuvhifd she was also like 

insane azkaban escapee pretending to be dangerous head hunter, whom he actually kept locked in a trunk for nine months = more qualified than you, bitch

[ponyregrets]

Have you ever heard of/tried Japanese ramen candy?

Nope!

[osanzo]

Tell her you'll forgive her when you get your money back. Either she disappears again and you don't have to deal with that bitch again or she pays you back, and then you can decide if you want to block her anyway.

it’s not, like. a matter of whether she’ll actually pay me back or if i’ll forgive her. it’s just that it’s been so long that i’d basically forgotten it so to be reminded of it is vaguely annoying.  

[fazcinatingblog]

crowsfan replied to your post “omfg adelaide and brisbane are playing each other next week, that...”

If Melbourne win well next week though they could overtake the loser of that match, so it's a massive game for both the crows and the lions.

ooooh omg that could be interesting. i think Melbourne are playing giants (in sydney?) so hopefully they win. 

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Painting the Lines

by Crowsfan

Logically Kara knows there's more to life than Tennis, but she's never wanted anything more from life until she met Lena Luthor.

Words: 3432, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Cat Grant, Hank Henshaw | J'onn J'onzz, Lucy Lane (DCU), Jimmy Olsen, Winn Schott Jr., Maggie Sawyer

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, the tennis pro au, Alternate Universe - Sports, because i reckon kara would have been a jock if she hadn't been so worried about hiding her powers

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[chasholidays]

Genderbent Bellamy and Clarke AU set in a canon universe, Obviously they have the same names because their names totally work both ways. (When someone I follow first started talking about Bellamy and Clarke from the 100 I thought Bellamy was female and Clarke was the girl. Hence this prompt.

“Don’t tell Clarke,” is her first request, vague and a little disoriented, when she comes to. Miller’s carrying her on his back, and she can feel the bandage he slapped on the jagged cut already falling off. Miller sucks at bandages.

“Oh, no way,” says Miller. “I’m not telling Clarke.” She lets out a sigh of relief, but then he adds, “This is your fault. I’m taking you to Clarke and getting the fuck out before he sees you. I don’t want to hear a lecture if I don’t have to.”

“I hate you,” says Bellamy.

“Sorry I don’t want you to bleed to death.”

“That might be an improvement.” She huffs. “You know Clarke’s been in a shitty mood lately.”

She’s been trying not to think too much about what might have caused Clarke’s shitty mood. Not that it’s uncommon for him to be pissed off; sometimes, Bellamy feels like they’ve both been pissed off non-stop since they landed. But he’s usually not pissed off with her, and–okay, he isn’t exactly right now.

If she’s honest, Bellamy is pretty sure he’s worried, since Octavia took off, and he doesn’t want to just talk to Bellamy about it, but he also can’t help, so he’s just snapping at everyone.

It would be kind of endearing, if it wasn’t so annoying.

“Yeah, and if I let you bleed out because you two are avoiding each other, that’s not going to help.”

“We’re not avoiding each other,” she says, automatic. It’s true, in the literal sense. They have breakfast and dinner together every day, and lunch when they’re on the same schedule. He’s still her best friend.

But there are a lot of things they haven’t been talking about.

She drifts in and out as Miller hauls her back, less from blood loss and more from boredom, she’s pretty sure. Miller periodically asks her questions to make sure she’s awake, but it’s not like her head got hurt, so she’s not worried about concussion.

If she dies, she’s going to bleed out. Her brain’s not an issue.

“Nate, what are you–” she hears Monty say, and then, “Shit, is that–”

“You want to get Clarke,” says Miller, shifting her off his back and onto one of the cots in the hospital. “And then probably leave. That’s what I’m doing.”

“Thanks, asshole,” she mutters, wincing and trying not to. Fuck, it hurts. Maybe Clarke will knock her out for the stitches. That would be something. “What if he needs another pair of hands? You’re going to let me bleed to death to avoid an awkward situation?”

“You told me not to tell Clarke, so you were going to bleed to death to avoid an awkward situation,” Miller retorts, not unreasonably. “Don’t die on me, Bellamy.”

“You wish,” she shoots back, and closes her eyes to wait for Clarke.

She feels his hands first, strong and firm, almost as familiar as her own. Bellamy’s hands are one huge callus, from a lifetime of sewing and working, but Clarke’s are different, mostly soft, with tough patches where he holds pencils or needles. Familiar hands. Bellamy would recognize them in the dark. She’d recognize them anywhere.

“If you just let me die, you don’t have to threaten to kill me,” she points out.

She hears Clarke’s sigh. “What happened?”

“Panther. Miller killed it.”

“Great. Does that mean we have to eat panther meat again?”

“Sorry, is panther meat not good enough for you, your highness?”

“Panther meat is disgusting, Bellamy,” he says, all patience, but there’s a waver in his voice. “I’m cutting your shirt off.”

“Buy a girl a drink first.”

“I’m going to sew your mouth shut too.”

“That’s why I get the drink first.”

She shivers a little as the cool air hits her bare skin, and then again as Clarke’s fingers trace the jagged edges of the wound. It’s a bad one, but it shouldn’t be fatal. “Fuck, Bellamy,” he says. “You can’t do shit like this.”

“Shit like what? Get food?”

“Panthers aren’t even good food,” he grumbles. “This is going to sting.”

“I know,” she says, but she still hisses. She always hisses. It’s tradition. “You don’t have to eat the panther,” she adds, magnanimous, when she’s recovered.

“Please tell me you weren’t actually hunting it.”

“I wasn’t actually hunting it. We were hunting the same deer it was and it decided to take a swipe at me.”

“Good.” There’s a pause, and then he says, “You’re just being dramatic, right? You don’t actually want me to let you bleed out.”

“Depends on how pissed you are.”

He sighs. “I don’t actually mind if you’re not being needlessly reckless.”

Garden-variety heroics, she thinks, and winces.

“Don’t do that,” he snaps. “I’m about to do stitches.”

“You’re not even going to knock me out?”

“We’ve survived worse,” says Clarke, and it’s not like she can argue with that.

He gives her something to bite down on, and she still passes out halfway through.

One of her better visits to medical, honestly.

*

Clarke’s still by her side when she wakes up, but he’s asleep now, head slumped onto his chest, shaggy hair tumbling into his eyes. It’s getting a little long, and Bellamy wonders if he’d let her cut it. His hair looks so silly when it gets to be this length; no one would ever take him seriously.

Her fingers still itch to weave into it.

Being in love with Clarke isn’t hard. She remembers him on the Ark, for all he’s younger than she is, him and Wells, princes of Alpha Station, making all the girls melt with their smiles. Bellamy’s never been like that, less because she’s immune to a handsome boy or pretty girl with a nice smile and more because she was always too busy with her sister to deal with that.

Besides, she knows implants can fail all too well. She couldn’t think of anything more terrifying than pregnancy.

Clarke’s left hand is laced into her right one, so she squeezes until he stirs up, enjoys the second of confusion, followed by realization and panic as he remembers what happened.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like a panther ripped my side open.”

He rolls his eyes. “A panther did rip your side open.”

He’s just wearing a thin white t-shirt, she realizes suddenly, and isn’t surprised when she looks down to see he’s draped his jacket over her.

“That explains it,” she says. “Can I go?”

“Can you stand?”

“Good question.”

Between the two of them, they get her vertical, but she’s leaning on him pretty hard. She’s pretty sure she lost a decent amount of blood on the way back.

“So, sleepover,” Clarke says, too casual. It’s nothing they haven’t done before–they both have nightmares–but every time she feels like she’s getting away with something, taking advantage somehow.

“Your hair’s almost long enough to braid,” she says.

“Seriously, I’m taking you back to the cabin and picking you up some food. You lost a lot of blood.”

“I noticed.”

She doesn’t protest further, though, leans on Clarke all the way back to their shared cabin. They have two separate rooms in there, but Clarke takes her directly into his, helps her get herself propped up on some pillows with a book.

“I could get used to this,” she teases, and Clarke rolls his eyes.

“You don’t have to get gutted for me to be nice to you,” he says. “I’d do it more if I thought you’d let me.”

She doesn’t have a good answer to that, so it’s just as well Clarke leaves without waiting for one. Bellamy doesn’t bother opening the book, just leans back, closes her eyes. They’ve had a rough first year down here, lost a lot of people. She doesn’t regret striking off on their own after they dealt with the nuclear fallout, but it made things harder again.

This is their own place, though. This is a home. And it doesn’t have everyone she loves, but–it has enough.

“I brought moonshine too,” Clarke says. He has two plates and a bottle, and he settles in next to her, close and warm all up her side. “In case you need to drink the pain away.”

“That’s you,” she says. “I was just going to ignore it and hope it went away.”

“Seriously, how are you feeling?”

“I’m going to survive.”

“Good.” They eat in silent for a few minutes, but apparently he can’t keep quiet. “You scared the shit out of me. When Monty said you were hurt–fuck, Bellamy.”

“It’s not like it’s the first time.”

He snorts. “You always know just what to say.”

“I wasn’t doing it on purpose.”

“I know.” He lets out a breath, leans his head on hers. “Every time you come back half dead, I hope it’s going to be the last time.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

“I don’t go out hunting as much anymore. And I’m the doctor. It’s not your job to keep me alive.”

It’s one of the stupidest things he’s ever said in her memory. “Of course it is.”

“Yeah. But–” He sighs again. “Seriously. I just want us to be done with–”

“Every day being a fight?”

His pause is deliberate, but finally he says, “I want to stop worrying I’m going to lose you when I’ve never even had you.”

It doesn’t have to mean what she wants it to mean, but she’s honestly not sure what else he might be going for. Clarke Griffin is confessing his love, and all she had to do was get torn open by a panther.

“You have me, Clarke,” she says. “You’ve always had me.”

“Yeah?” he asks. “Then this is really stupid.”

He leans in and Bellamy scrambles to get the plates out of the way so they won’t spill the remains of dinner on themselves. Clarke doesn’t remember stuff like this; he’s big-picture. Bellamy’s better with the details.

Clarke’s smiling when the kiss lands, and Bellamy tugs him in, threading her fingers in his slightly shaggy hair, opening her mouth at the first hint of tongue, so Clarke won’t think shes not willing and eager. It’s hot and wet and perfect, everything she’s been wanting for months, everything she wasn’t sure she’d get either.

Then his hand slides up her slide, under his jacket, and she realizes a second before he hits her stitches what’s going to happen.

“Shit,” he mutters. “You’re hurt.”

“I bet we could be really careful,” she says, and Clarke’s smile is warm.

“I bet we could wait another day.”

“You were the one who said you were worried I’d die before we had sex.”

“That’s not what I was worried about.” He kisses her again. “I’m not clearing you to go back out for a couple of days, but if you don’t try to climb on top of my dick tonight, I’ll think about clearing you for sex tomorrow.”

“You’re the one who kissed me, you know,” she grumbles. “I’m getting some mixed signals, your highness.”

“I love you,” he says. “Don’t open up your stitches.”

*

She makes it to the mess hall for dinner the next day, feeling surprisingly warm and fuzzy and happy for someone who got attacked by a wild cat the previous day. Orgasms really do do wonders for morale.

Miller looks her up and down and snorts. “So, Clarke didn’t kill you for nearly dying on him?”

“Not yet,” she says, and steals a piece of–non-panther–meat off his plate. “I’ll keep you posted.”

Clarke joins them a minute later with his own tray, sitting even closer to Bellamy than he usually does and looking thoroughly pleased with himself. Bellamy’s hoping her own expression isn’t that goofy, but she’s not very optimistic.

Miller rolls his eyes. “I think you’re safe, Blake.”

Bellamy smiles. “Yeah. I think so too.”

[prosciuttoe]

Anon is deffo out of line. Unless they gonna start paying for fanfic they should accept what they get cos it's tough work writing. You have provided some great stuff for the bellarke fandom. They should just go and reread some older fics and cry like the rest of us. (sorry if this is a bit dramatic I'm in adelaide, it's 40 degrees and I'm dying here. Adelaide is officially going to be the hottest city on earth for chrtismas. Why did my mum have to leave england? Give me snowwww) (also i'm drunk)

asfjgkl THANK YOU

I appreciate your Dramatics (I love it when people are Dramatic and Enthusiastic in my inbox ok it’s my fave messages to reply) and you sticking up for me

p.s: about the weather, I can reLATE. IT’S 32 DEGREES OVER HERE 

[colinschest]

Of all the people who stayed, I was surprised by Robert Carlyle, I thought he'd be out of there like a shot.

Honestly, me too. I love him but he seems like, honestly, a cinematic actor and not a TV actor. Even though I’ve only ever seen him in TV(Stargate Universe and OUAT), he just has a cinematic presence that, admittedly has done OUAT good, but he just seems to be, well...too good for this show. He kind of always has. But I guess there must be something that keeps bringing him back to the admittedly poor writing and production values and freezing cold Vancouver air.

[gosselaars]

Okay so Will obvs owes money to a loan shark, cos regular banks don't physically assault you for missing payments. And normal people looking for a loan to start a business don't go to loan sharks for money. They go to them because they have gambling or drug debts with badder dudes. So I can see why Amelia is concerned. Personally I hate that they made Will a problem in Ginny's life. Apparently it's too much to ask for Ginny to have a healthy relationship with one of her family members.

oh yeah totally

i though it was gambling at first tbh and i think it could more that than drugs bc of will’s character but yeah

tbh tho i don’t see will as a problem in ginny’s life. i think it’s more like, it always used to be will and ginny against the world, against their parents and their shitty ubringing. it was will and ginny always. now ginny’s off on her own and doing big things and making bank and what’s will got?

not a whole lot. he’s been left behind. so he’s gone looking for other things to make his mark and find himself and this is what’s happened. plus it’s been established that will gets in over his head a lot of the time too so i think its logical that out on his own without the distraction of taking care of ginny and managing ginny --- this is what happened

as for the healthy thing, well. ginny’s family was never set up that way. she had a resentful mother, lost her father at 18-19 and then had an absent brother. so that was will and her sort of not being on the same page? i saw that coming tbh

[fuckyeahamysantiago]

Hey you know how in the finale Rosa said "my colleagues at work think my name is Rosa Diaz", I think that was a lie. Because her old ballet instructor knew her as Rosa and Rosa's family are relatively normal and would not have let her use a fake name that early. (Can you tell I miss the show? Is it too obvious?)

100% agreed! Plus, I am rewatching atm season 1 and in the Halloween episode Terry is trying to learn more about Rosa’s past and he finds out that after catholic school she went to ballet school, sooo he wouldn’t be able to find that out unless her name at school was Rosa Diaz! Also Rosa enjoys messing with people from time to time, so I believe she did that just to freak the squad out ;p

DUUUDE I miss the show s o much!! And we still have like 3 more months to go : (

[msbricolage]

crowsfan replied to your post:jaegermighty replied to your post:the replies are...

they totally should have returned replies on april fools i would love to see this its shit thinking that it was a prank

and then like, they remove them the next day for a few hours, as a joke, and we all go on a witch hunt and there’s basically anarchy online over a speech bubble and tumblr goes down in flames and we all escape

[jq37]

In the new Star Wars we find out that Stormtroopers are trained by brainwashing. So perhaps the program they use to train all stormtroopers how to shoot is really bad and that's why they're all such terrible shots.

Ha! Like they have one 80s style projection training video that they never updated and the problem is just getting worse and worse but Kylo keeps destroying stuff in his hissy fits that they need to fix so they don’t have it in the budget to fix it.

[fazcinatingblog]

crowsfan replied to your post “but if the gates for the collingwood game open at 6:15pm, does that...”

They made the ground clear out after game one so fans of the teams in the second game would be able to watch their team play.

it’s so good they did that omg.

although it didn’t matter b/c idk about the first game but the collingwood/melbourne game wasn’t even close to being a lockout (maybe b/c it was raining?). i was one of the first people in the ground but i went straight to the toilet and then pretty much had a choice of whichever seat i wanted.

[paperclipninja]

I have some lovely messages and posts I want to respond to but I’m away at the moment with very limited access to data and only my mobile so please know that I’m not ignoring you, I have every intention of being in touch as soon as I’m home in a week.

Wishing all my dear friends here, whether we’ve met, chat or simply follow one another, a 2016 full of love and happiness.