#idontgiveaneffie

[hopeless-anime-addict]

Why would u eat healthy?????? to live longer????..??? .all I’m hearing are two negatives.

[scuttleboat]

I have entered a new surreal state of fandom this week wherein I witness individuals who claim to be afraid of being upset by seeing trigger warnings on fanfic have transformed their ‘campaign’ from “just shut up and stop posting fics” to actively abusing the alert system and comment system on AO3 to harass writers and readers of fanfic. As well as using Twitter to target Ao3 users.

like… whoa. first you invent a problem that doesn’t exist in this fandom (untagged explicit fic, which is about as real as voter fraud in America: not) and then you weaponize that exact threat to harm others.

You’ve become your own villain, don’t you see that? Your hate and your anger have driven you to the dark side. You are the Bandersnatch now, the Boogeyman, the extremist setting up fake author accounts to scream at strangers by corrupting the tools of the very site you claim should be safe.

I mean… wow. *whistles* Take a moment and reassess, ladies.

[prosciuttoe]

jealous clarke?? something in that vein?? canon verse maybe?? this is so vague sorry ily

A|N: nothing to be sorry about considering jealous clarke is mY JAM

p.s: ily too

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Look, objectively, Clarke knows that Bellamy’s a pretty attractive individual. A collective sigh goes up around camp whenever he wrangles his shirt off (completely unnecessarily) to do some mundane task or the other. His smile can reduce a normal, functioning being into a swooning mess. Monty claims to be forever changed after the one time he witnessed Bellamy emerging from the shower.

But, still. It’s no excuse for Roma to be hanging all over him.

“Her head is going to spontaneously combust if you keep glaring at her like that,” Raven remarks, drawing up next to her. The smirk on her face is enough for Clarke to direct the force of her glare over to her instead, crossing her arms over her chest. Unperturbed, she continues, “And is it normal for there to be a vein throbbing so close to your forehead? Because I’m getting a little worried.”

“I’m fine,” she huffs, gritting her teeth at the sound of Roma’s high-pitched, lilting giggle. Bellamy’s response is lost in the clamor of the crowd, but she recognizes the soft quirk of his lips, the sardonic arch of his brow. Amused. (It’s one of her favorite looks on him, even though she’d never admit it. Not to his face, at least.)

Raven looks thoroughly unconvinced by that. “Yeah, I’m having a little difficulty believing that considering your face is currently a unflattering shade of puce.”

The scathing response on the tip of her tongue dissolves at the sight of Roma’s hand curling over his bicep, squeezing, and she’s moving before she can rethink it; stomping towards them with all the grace and subtlety of someone who’s had a little too much to drink.

He brightens when he spots her; the expression quickly morphing into concern when he catches sight of her face. “Clarke. Is everything okay?”

“Great,” she manages, flat. “I just— I think we should rethink our plans to send a team out past Trikru territory. Do you have a minute to talk? Alone?”

“Yeah, sure.” He goes, completely unfazed; his hand coming down to rest on the small of her back as he steers her towards his tent. Then, looking over his shoulder, “See you around, Roma.”

“See you,” Clarke adds, shooting her a tight, close-lipped smile before striding off. (For some strange, unfathomable reason, the moment fills her with a kind of smug triumph that leaves her grinning throughout the rest of the day.)

And that would have been the end of it, really, if she didn’t keep showing up whenever Bellamy was around.

It starts with breakfast. They’ll be having their oatmeal together- perfectly content- when Roma would make an appearance; plopping down next to Bellamy with an extra bowl and a huge smile to boot. Then she’s trailing after him during his numerous guard shifts, chattering a mile a minute and hanging onto his sleeve the entire time. One time, Clarke even catches her throwing her arms around him in a hug before separating ways, and it puts her in such a bad mood that the rest of the camp actually goes out of their way to avoid her for the rest of the day.

(It’s stupid. It’s childish. And yet, she can’t quite manage to tamp down the visceral, almost painful reaction that she has in relation to seeing Bellamy with her. There’s probably a word for how she’s feeling right now, but saying it out loud makes her  feel like she’s opening up a whole other can of worms.)

They’re in his tent, discussing next week’s roster for guard patrol when it all comes to a head.

“We can’t put Sterling and Mel on the same shift,” he tells her, frowning. “They’re good shots, and I’m going to need at least one of them on the hunting party this week.”

“I get that,” Clarke sighs, glancing down at the meticulous chart they have laid out before them, “but I need Harper at the med bay, so you can’t put her on that shift either.”

“Yeah, keep Harper where she is. You need all the help you can get.”

Clucking her tongue contemplatively, she tries, “Or how about Monroe and Sterling for guard detail, and we add Jasper and Mel to the hunting party?”

“Perfect,” he grins, reaching over to pluck at the pencil she stowed in her bun for safekeeping; the graze of his skin against her cheek making her flush. “Guess this means we’re done for the day, right?”

She’s about to answer with an affirmative when a dark head peeks through the flap of his tent, Roma stepping in fluidly. She takes in the scene before her, brow raised, before she goes, “So, you guys are done, right?”

And she’s not sure what possesses her, at this point, but she’s talking before she can stop herself. “No,” she snaps, planting her hands on her hips, “we’re not, actually.”

Roma’s brows rise up to her hairline, at that, incredulous. “No?”

“You heard me.” Clarke manages, brisk. Then, turning her face back to the chart, “This is probably going to take awhile, so maybe you can drop by tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“That’s right,” she bites out, clutching at the wood of the table to keep herself grounded to the moment. “It’s not anything urgent, right?”

There’s a moment of hesitation on her part before she goes, sulky, “No.”

“Okay,” Clarke shrugs, working to keep her voice nonchalant. “I guess I’ll see you then.”

That earns her a venomous look on Roma’s part before she stomps out, leaving them in a tense, awkward silence.

“So,” she goes, clearing her throat. “I was thinking we could also reorganize—”

“Clarke,” Bellamy interrupts, his voice unnervingly calm. “What the hell was that?”

She blinks, tilting her chin in the best doe-eyed impression she could muster. “The roster for this week’s guard patrol?”

“Cute.” He deadpans, narrowing his eyes over at her. “You know what I’m talking about. Why did you tell Roma that we weren’t finished?”

“I told you, I was thinking of reorganizing—”

He scoffs at that, drawing closer to her so he can loom over her just the way he likes. “Cut the crap, Clarke. What, did she do something to piss you off? Or does it have to do with the fact that she’s hanging around me all the time?”

Her snort is derisive, and she can’t help the acid in her voice when she asks, “You see her all the time, and you’re not sick of her face yet? That’s rich.”

“Seriously?” he snarls, the muscle of his jaw fluttering in a way that means that he’s seconds away from going off on one of his spiels. “You’re acting like—” He comes to an abrupt halt at that, something akin to comprehension dawning on his face; her pulse stuttering in response to it. “Wait,” he goes, brow furrowing. “Are you— are you jealous?”

Her first instinct is to deny it, of course, but she can’t quite bring herself to do it when he’s looking at her like that; confused and open and vulnerable. Somehow, they’ve moved closer to one another in the minutes that have passed and she tries not to think about how his lips are only a hair’s breadth away from hers, how easy it would be to pull him close and kiss him.

“Don’t,” she croaks out, wringing her fingers together. “Just don’t be with her, okay? Or anyone else, for that matter.”

For a second, he can only stare, and she pulls back, the cool rush of air against her skin making her shiver—

He catches at her wrist then, keeping her in place. “Clarke.”

She releases a shuddering breath, eyes stinging. “What?”

His gaze is steady, filled with a kind of intensity that makes it a little hard to breathe. Still, he flushes a little when he tells her, “Same goes for you, okay?”

She can’t quite help the wide, stupid grin that overcomes her for a second, and she catches a glimpse of a smile on Bellamy’s before he ducks his head, releasing her wrist so he could rub at the back of his neck, embarrassed.

(Honestly, though. They’re on the same wave-length for everything else. Clarke really shouldn’t be surprised that it applied to feelings, too. Never explicitly stated but felt, all the same, and falling head-first into it suddenly feels like the easiest thing that could happen between them.)

“So,” he says, averting his gaze back to the mess of sheets on the table. “You were talking about reorganizing?”

All in good time, she thinks, biting back a smile as she slides closer to him, right into his side as his arm comes around her waist; fitting into each other perfectly. “Yup. Let’s talk details.”

[bob-morley]

if we meet we should find bob too so he'll fall in love with one or both of us

i feel like this is exactly what would happen like it seems very likely, in fact.

send a “if i met you...”

[naireides]

idontgiveaneffie

replied to your post

“i should really get out of bed before the 14 year olds attack”

this is so omnious nai

my brother has his friends coming over to work on a school project. i have to put up with five 14y/o boys today. pray for me.

[alwaysaprille]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Thank you, Angel, Queen of Snark for gracing my inbox with your presence on my born day. 

[bestivals]

idontgiveaneffie replied to your photoset

I HATE YOU

show me where i’m wrong

[missemarissa]

but here's the thing there's still no need to be a dick about people's triggers k thnx bye

Ohhhhhhhh my god... See. No. Here’s “the thing,” honey. When you go around on your blogs making posts calling me and my fellow authors disgusting, sexual deviants, etc. just because you don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about??? No, no, no, I lost my already very fucking thin level of patience. 

I ALWAYS tag my stuff appropriately. ALWAYS. ALWAYS. ALWAYS. Because I do care, deeply about triggers and people reading something that might upset them. So when it comes to fic, I am considerate as fuck. And I will continue to be considerate with tags, because I care. You can count on my fics ALWAYS having a warning for content if applicable. Always. 

If you’re triggered by the mere existence of a fic? I suggest you get the fuck out of the habit of reading fanfiction because, now that this fandom is expanding with the popularity of the bellarke ship, you can expect to only find more triggering material on AO3. Again, it is NOT a “safe space.” At all. New authors are coming around every day, and not all of them are going to have content that pleases you. Get used to it or get the fuck out... As this fandom gets bigger and bigger and we have more writers producing more fics (we’ve been getting 20+ updates a day! which is amazing!), you’re going to see more triggering content. It’s what happens with all of the big fandoms. If that upsets you, I sincerely suggest you take care of yourself and stop reading fanfic on mobile or other platforms where you can’t install filtering extensions for AO3. Seriously. (That advice is not meant to be condescending. I do want readers to take care of themselves.). 

People are not asking for proper warning when they’re asking things to stay on LJ. You’re asking for fics not to exist on a platform that was designed specifically to host their content (AO3). Sorry. You don’t have a fucking leg to stand on now get down from your horse. We’re not going anywhere... 

Anyway, back to replying to this ask, sent by yet another period stain of a human being in this fandom: 

I’m through being “nice” or “not a dick” here. Like I said, when it counts, I am respectful as fuck of your triggers when it comes to tagging my fics. And I will continue to do so, where it counts. 

BUT, when it comes to being publicly insulted and called a sex offender for supporting and writing in the kink meme, and watching my friends be drug through mud the same way? No. I'm not considerate of that kind of childish behavior. So yes, I'm going to be condescending and bitchy in reply when your illiterate ass is being fucking stupid and reptilian. You want to be a shitty little fucker and whine and complain like a goddamn toddler on your blog? Don't be surprised when the people you've been shitting on decide to call you out for the depressed and depressing piece of shit that you are. 

 And you know what? Fuck vague blogging. I'm talking about bob-morley, idontgiveaneffie, and adrianaquagmire, at the very least. 

You don't know my history, you know nothing of the abuse I've endured in real fucking life, but I refuse to use my past as a sob story to justify attacking others... (But, clearly, I will strike back if attacked. Fuck “turning the other cheek” right now...). 

Also, for all the people who have felt like they had to share really personal and traumatic details of their past just to be taken seriously by the people in this fandom? I am humbled by your courage and bravery, and shame on the people who have made you feel like you had to expose yourself like that. My heart goes out to you, and I hope you’re able to find peace, despite the bullshit on this fucked up hell site.

[alienor-woods]

janiedean reblogged your post and added: “misshoneywheeler: idontgiveaneffie: god keep ur fucking kink meme…”

… I don’t know what the hell started it but since…

Oh, you know, the same argument that pops up every six months or so: that someone wants a certain sort of fic Not Written because it triggers them and then retreats into full emotional collapse when the entire fandom community doesn’t stop and adjust course JUST FOR THEM. And even though these people have been rude and uncompromising off the bat, we’re the evil ones, D U H.

The going argument now is that “well kink memes have ALWAYS been problematic and perpetuating triggering content and we ONLY NOW know how badly, so we now have a chance to valiantly stop producing this TERRIBLE material before it touches the wrong eyes, despite what fandom history instructs.”

And it’s like …. oh, sweet babies, no. Dark!fic has always been an issue, we have always known that, EVEN THE WRITERS OF SAID DARK!FIC, and it has ALWAYS been something that fic writers and readers have tried to find a workable system for. This AO3 site, generally, and its tagging system, is the system that we have now based upon our previous experiences. And they’re falling onto fainting sofas at the suggestion of creating and curating their own fandom spaces where they don’t have to be touched by the scourge of questionable content. (IMAGINE THEM BACK IN THE DAY OF YAHOO GROUPS CAN YOU BELIEVE??) And beyond that, it’s SHOCKING to them that they might be responsible for what they read, even though they’re the emotionally-compromised ones who are apparently blithely reading Explicit-Rated fics without any sort of screening process.

Because at the end of the day, we should all be good victorian ladies and not read or engage in any content that is ~improper for society as a whole. And yeah if we’re into it, then we’re bad and disgusting and wrong and are waging a personal crusade against survivors instead of just doing our own damn thing in our own damn free time while we’re taking a break from OUR REAL LIVES which are messy and complex and frustrating.

At this point I’m like -

(Oh but you’ll love this given the stuff you deal with in your asks – apparently we’re The Most Problematic because we’re all gross “old” (I’m 2 months into 28) “straight” (lol am bisexual, recently came out to my mom which was FUN) and the good old chestnut: “white” (I mean I can’t help it and I try really hard to get under and around my white privilege to better understand the world/my privilege generally but it’s funny that somehow it alone now affects my ability to fully understand sex crimes and victims?))

[darlinggod]

idontgiveaneffie>>>>> rubysvida i changed my url to a tdm url like two days ago rip. reblog to get the word out pls 💖💖💖

[prosciuttoe]

@idontgiveaneffie ajsdkdl stop I can’t believe he even replied cos I would have unmatched in a heartbeat bUT

my humor just sailed right pass his head tho I’m-

[bob-morley]

opinion on briller and blarke :*D

briller is the only thing this show has ever gotten right and bellarke has ruined my life and i blame @gustinfucker every day for leading me down this dark path of ruin

[naireides]

idontgiveaneffie replied to your post “I’m not promising fireworks or anything, but there’s a pretty nice...”

i meant why but i was so shook i could only type

clarke is gonna leave bellamy shook and vice versa 👀

[traitorwhoyoulove]

get to know me meme

Special thanks to @earthboundbellamy for the tag!

Rules: tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better

Nickname: my brother calls me Tessticle

Zodiac sign: aries

Height: 5′9

Last Thing You Googled: "what can break stone” yeah I don’t even know on that one

Favourite Music Artists: Ed Sheeran, Imagine Dragons, Little Mix

Song Stuck In My Head: Kindly Calm Me Down by Meghan Trainor

Last Movie you watched: Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates

What are you wearing right now: athletic shorts and a STL Cardinals shirt

Why did you choose your URL: rebel king + earth princes 5ever (I’m total bellarke trash)

Do you have any other blogs: i have a personal one that I literally only use when I need to rant about my life for a while

What did your last relationship teach you: If someone cares, they will make an effort to show you. No matter how good you are to someone, you can’t make them good to you. If you see the way someone treats other people and think you’re the exception, you’re probably not.

Religious or spiritual: Total Jesus stan

Favorite color: really pale turquoise

Average hours of sleep: my sleep tracker app says 7 

Lucky Number: 11

Favorite Characters: Bellamy Blake, Raven Reyes, Monty Green (The 100), Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Stiles (Teen Wolf), Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, James Potter (Harry Potter)

How many blankets do you sleep with: one very fluffy comforter

Dream Job: kickass doctor who does research and teaches who eventually retires to write books

20 people i want to get to know better: @bellamylovedlincoln, @bellamyblakesgun, @youovercomeit, @bel-ami-blake, @as-inevitable-as-morning, @bellarke100addiction, @bl-ake, @and-so-we-meet-again, @puppymorley, @princess-and-her-rebel-king, @ethereal-bellarke, @zoemonroe, @the-ships-to-rule-them-all, @idontgiveaneffie, @rashaka, @nowwesurvive, @octanakin, @queenofchildren, @oh-haseena, @hiddenpolkadots

[bestivals]

i wish @idontgiveaneffie would stop INVOKING THE MILF THING

[spell-of-the-rain]

So ready for some more Bellarke and Delinquent Kru to grace my screen!

@bellarkefamlove @bellarkefamselfies @asweetdeception @sassamyblake @bellsgirl @merdok1993 @emcri @spacexualkids @wellsjahasghost @simplyslc @idontgiveaneffie @bcrevolution @bobmorleyisking @bellamyblakeprotectionsquad2k17