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Karen Sirko and Graham Dunne Daisy Jones and The Six 1.10 | Rock 'n' Roll Suicide

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No words appear before me in the aftermath.

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You don’t know what it’s like. Being beautiful and popular? Never knowing people’s true feelings. If someone likes me for me.

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The 100 Fanfic Writers Appreciation

Hello all! KJ and I had the idea to start a blog in honor of the fanfiction writers of The 100 fandom who are not as well-known as some others, and we need your help!

The idea came along as we were both noticing that so many authors and fics are going under the radar because they may write for some of the less popular ships, or their work has not had the chance to be discovered yet! We want to create an outlet that changes that. 

We all love fanfiction writers. They are constantly putting their valued time and effort into establishing a beautiful universe for us to live in whilst canon times are tough, or when we want to redefine reality because JRoth has deprived us for too long. Some fics span longer than that of the Harry Potter books, others a small sneak peak into the writer’s mind. Regardless, they are a treasured part of this fandom and they deserve to have their work showcased. 

Now this is where you come in. For the month of July, KJ and I will be dedicating our new blog, @the100undiscovered, to those of us in the community who so desperately want to share out work with the world, yet do not have the proper means to do so. 

Starting today, we will be taking submissions for any underappreciated authors and/or fics that you have come across recently that you’d like to be shared! This forum will be for the entirety of The 100 fandom, so no ships will be excluded. The purpose of this blog is to spread positivity and love for our writers, not encourage hate or ship wars. 

We have formed a Discord group for those who would like to come have a discussion with us, whether it’s about our favorite fics and authors previewed during the month, or just to meet new people! All you have to do is click on this link, and you’ll be invited! By joining the chat, we will include you in our list of participants page on the blog, too! For those wondering you don’t need an account to join either, so the more the merrier! If you do not have access to the Discord app on your phone, no need to fear! They do have a desktop version as well!

You can post your suggestions either by using our tag, “the100undiscovered”, messaging us, or going through Discord. Due to the eating of notifications recently, using Discord may be the more reliable option!

What we are asking of you, is to please spread the word and join us this July in celebration of our talented family! Our blog is still under construction, but come July, we will be up and running and ready to delight your dashboards with cheer and all the fanfiction one could dream of! Thanks again! xoxo KJ and Julia

We will be tagging a few people in hopes of sharing this with more of you!

@asroarke, @thebellarkediariez, @ivegotyoufor-that, @diyozaa, @diyozah, @emorikomspacekru, @professorbellarke, @clarkgriffon, @halfbloodduchess, @griffinpuff, @bellarke-stydia-olicity, @this-girl-is-some-kind-of-genius, @heshidinginthewoods, @bunker-boyfriends, @sassamyblake, @lieutenantshaw, @bellarkewrites, @clarke-kom-eden, @sly2o, @thebellarkeuniverse, @a-story-written-in-the-stars, @freckldbellamy, @raven-reyes-of-sunshine, @nvermindiseeyou, @lesbianiylah, @niylah, @madigriffen, @octannibal-blake, @bellarkestories, @verbam, @ileftherbehind, @katchyalater, @still-watching, @bellamynochillblake

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Prompt exchange

Hello friends how’s everyone doing?😊 I was wondering if anyone’s interested in doing another prompt/fic exchange like we’ve done before? I’ve been kinda in a writing slump lately and this seemed like a fun idea to get out of it :) Anyone interested? xx

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you'll always be the one that keeps me crazy inside

for @bellsblake! happy birthday hannah <3

fluffy high school prom au, friends to lovers with a bit of fake dating!

rated: teen+ [ read on AO3 ]

Clarke often teased Bellamy by saying that he could read through anything, that it would take the book spontaneously combusting in his hands to startle him out of his literary worlds, but it was clearly not true. Case in point: he looked up now as she stormed into his living room, scowling at her phone.

“What happened?” he asked, carefully bookmarking his page before setting the novel aside. This had all the makings of a minor crisis, and he wasn’t sure yet whether to be more concerned for his best friend or whatever (whoever?) had pissed her off. No one could hold a grudge like Octavia, but no one could plot revenge like Clarke and that was scarier, in his opinion.

“Prom.”

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keep pure and holy both my life and my art

by @bellamythology​

for Enjonine: “Clarke interning for Dr. Yang or Dr. Bailey from Grey’s Anatomy”

rated: general audiences [ read on AO3 ]

Panting for breath after her sprint (the first-day warning “When I page, you come running” superseding her long hatred of physical exertion), Clarke caught herself on the thankfully open doorway to alter the direction of her momentum to carry her into the room.

“What now?” she gasped, trying to keep the edge out of her voice. After all, Dr. Cristina Yang tolerated attitude from nobody, not even the arguably best and brightest intern at Seattle Grace–Mercy West.

Luckily, once Clarke paused to assess the situation, no one seemed to be dying, coding, or even bleeding. Heart rate slowing as she gathered her wits — and breath — she took the chart that Reyes (fourth year ortho resident; universally acknowledged best and brightest in her year) held out.

“Well?” Yang prompted with her usual impatient curtness.

Clarke’s gaze skimmed over the file, then the patient in the bed. Octavia Blake, 16 years old, currently present due to a minor car accident; scans were indicative of a — “Concussion?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

Asking, because I actually have no idea. You know, I’m an intern and we know nothing. But Dr. Yang wouldn’t like that response.

“Telling?” Clarke cleared her throat and tried again, adding a decisive nod. “Telling. Definitely a concussion.”

Yang held out a hand, and Clarke passed over the chart. “Wrong. Go pore over your books until you can diagnose the patient’s condition, Three.”

As Clarke left the room, she resolved to eventually impress Dr. Yang into learning her name. She intended to be more than just another of the (figuratively) countless interns running around cluelessly.

“Um, excuse me.”

Holding her place in the hefty reference volume with a finger, Clarke paused in the hallway, turning to look at the guy she’d just passed. “Hi, how can I help you?” she asked automatically, then did a double take when she really saw him.

Even just weeks into her internship, Clarke had already seen more than her fair share of frazzled friends-and-family of patients. Regardless of gender or age, they always shared a franticness — sometimes even paired, oh-so-charmingly, with misdirected frustration or anger — that eclipsed any fleeting attraction she might feel at first sight.

This guy, though? The first thing she noticed was that he was cute. Something about the mess of his dark curly hair and slightly crooked glasses contrasted sharply with his affected composure, and it was definitely working for Clarke.

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FIGHT BACK FIC AUCTION - MARCH ROUND SIGNUPS ARE OPEN!

Hello, everyone! It’s time to SIGN UP for the March round of Fight Back Fic Auction!

Wait, what’s Fight Back Fic Auction?

Fight Back Fic Auction connects fic authors and writers to raise money for direct impact charitable organizations worldwide!

The mechanics are very simple - an author signs up and offers fic, a reader donates to a charity of the author’s choice, and voila! A fic appears! The reader receives 100 words per $1 donated, to a maximum obligation of 2,000 words.

In our February round, authors and donors raised a grand total of $1,329.94!

Let’s make March just as successful!

Signups for the March round are open RIGHT NOW!

Fill in this form with your information!

AND YES, YOU HAVE TO SIGN UP AGAIN IF YOU SIGNED UP LAST MONTH!

Signups will close February 21 at 11:59 PM EST.

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Before you sign up, please go take a look at the Rules, the Charity Guidelines, and the FAQ!

As always, you should free to contact @digoxin-purpurea, @malapertqueen, or @fightbackfic through Tumblr IM, or to send an email to fightbackficauction@gmail.com, if you have any questions not covered by the above!

Thank you so much to anyone who participated, and please reblog this post if you see it! Sign up, sign up, sign up! You only have a week!

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Just wanted to say i love your blog. And that you're a talented writer x :)

there’s actually eleven of us; if you’re talking about the prompt fic, that was by @lydiamartain and @commanderclarke :P but in any case, thank you very much!

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Can i have a modern Bellamy x reader request where reader is in a car accident and they have secret feelings for each other. So when the reader is discharged from the hospital bellamy stays at her place with grinding and smut.

Sorry this took so long! Me (lydiamartain) and Sophie (commanderclarke) collaborated on this :)

You laid in the hospital bed, aching in pain from the accident. You just wanted Bellamy to be here. It didn’t take long for him to come barreling into the room, stopping quickly to catch his breath. 

“Are you okay?” He asked you, with concern all over his face. 

“Better now Bell,” You sighed. 

You loved him, so deeply. He was your best friend though, and you were sure that’s all he’d ever be. 

“You scared me,” Bellamy whispered, “I couldn’t live with myself if you died.”

“Bellamy….why’s that?” Your heart raced. 

“I love you [name], I’ve loved you all along,” Bellamy mumbled. 

You could tell he was nervous that you didn’t feel the same, it took you a minute to even be able to answer, you were filled with happiness. 

“I love you Bellamy,” You cried, “Come here.” 

Bellamy collapsed into your lips, a connection you thought you’d never have, but it filled you with emotions. You were crying, you had never felt this happy. 

Bellamy drove you home a few days later when you were finally discharged from the hospital. 

“Come in,” You said, “Please.”

“Of course,” Bellamy smiled, “I’d love to.”

You pulled Bellamy into the bedroom, your body was filling with electricity. He came willingly, a huge grin on his face. You grabbed him by his collar, pulling him down onto in the bed. 

Bellamy was grinding against you, his lips trailed all down your neck. Your hands were intertwined in his hair. You were taking in every single kiss he planted on your body. 

“Bell-” You whispered, “I want you.” 

“Good,” He mumbled into your ear. 

Bellamy ripped your shirt up over your head. He unclasped your bra quickly, throwing it onto the floor. He kissed you on the lips, then the neck. He kissed your breasts, causing you to let out the softest moan. He trailed his way down your stomach, stopping just long enough to pull off your pants. 

You sat up, trying to regain some of your breath. 

“Get undressed,” You said.

You watched as Bellamy took of his shirt, exposing his well toned body. When he pulled off his pants you were taken aback by how large Bellamy was. 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to if you’re not ready.” He says, looking into your eyes. The need ran through your veins, igniting every nerve. You were more than ready.

“Bell, shut up and just fuck me already.” You say, breath coming out in gasps. Your nails dig into his back and he pulls you up, carrying you and placing your body against the wall.

He leaves you standing against the wall, digging around in his drawer. “Just to be safe.” He explains, condom wrapper in his teeth. He rips it open with his teeth, surging an even deeper need within you. He rolls the condom on, pumping his dick a few times to get himself ready.

“Touch me.” You command, and Bellamy does as you say. His fingers cover you, fingertips twitching your clit and circling your entrance. He slips a finger in slowly, making sure you’re ready. You let out a moan, the thickness of his finger making you feel good. “More.” And he enters a second finger, pumping in and out, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

He uses your wetness to coat his dick, giving himself a stroke again.It turns you on like crazy to see him pump his dick, hand coated with your wetness. You groan impatiently, his dark eyes snapping up to stare at you.

“This is going to be fun.” He whispers in your ear while he enters you slowly,  listening to you let out every little moan. He digs his head into the crook of your neck, lips focusing on your pulse point. Your heart races will he sucks at the skin, finding a slow, torturous pace of his hips.

“Faster, Bell, please.” You beg, the sound of skin and  sweat making you go crazy. His hips speed up, slapping against yours, and he grabs your chest to hold you still. 

You’re filled with intensity as he dips deeper inside you. You can tell he’s pushing you towards climax. 

“Bellamy!” You moan, as your body releases. 

Bellamy’s body twitches inside you, making you tingle all over. He collapses onto you, his heart raced against you. He kissed your neck, then your cheek, then kissed you hard on his lips. 

“I love you,” Bellamy said. 

“I love you,” You replied. 

He cuddled up against your back, you could feel his breathing slow. This was a perfect ending to the night. 

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i’m not red riding hood (2/?)

“He’s —” Clarke couldn’t help her grin, and Lexa made a face. “He’s a boy I met. I like him a lot.”

Rated: Teen (ao3) (part 1) 

A crash startled Clarke from one of the soundest sleeps she’d enjoyed in a very long time, and it took her more than a moment to gather her bearings. In the silence that followed, she gradually became aware that the bed was rather colder than it had been.

Where had her wolf-turned-boy gone?

Suddenly she managed to fit the puzzle pieces together. Faster than conscious thought, she was out of bed and darting down the hallway to the source of the noise, heart pounding, blurry scenarios lurking in the corners of her imagination. What if —

She stopped short a few feet from the bathroom. There was Bellamy, bracing his body weight against the doorframe, tension in his shoulders bunching up the long-sleeved shirt she’d lent him. He didn’t react when she called his name softly, so she hesitantly reached out a hand.

Enhanced wolf senses were clearly not just a thing of the myths, because he seemed to sense her touch long before it actually reached him. He turned, shrinking back, eyes wide and teeth bared in an inhuman snarl momentarily, before he took a shaky breath and slumped against the wall.

As she cautiously approached and crouched beside him, he sighed, eyes closing, and dropped his head to her shoulder. Gently Clarke brushed her fingers through his hair, settling cross-legged on the ground. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

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Loosing hope is easy

Inspired by the season 4 trailer cause that shoulder grip and hand nuzzle fucked me up.

Also on AO3

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They had just gotten back from the room where they left Murphy mourning for Emori. Clarke had tried everything she could to save her, to at least give Emori and Murphy a little more time together— Clarke knew just how precious a few extra seconds with the person you loved could be. But in the end she still died, just like everyone around Clarke. She looked up at Bellamy. “Do you still have hope?”

“We’re still breathing.” He smiled slightly, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Like her, Bellamy was sick and tired of losing the people he cared about.

“Everyone around us is dying.” She looked up at him, desperation staining her words. “And there’s not a damn thing we can do to stop it.”

Try as she might, Clarke just couldn’t come up with a good enough plan to save them all. It was impossible. ALIE had said there was a 96% chance of survival. She had poured all her hopes into those 4%, but now, after all the devastation they had seen, all the pain and suffering, her hope had flickered out.

“We’ll figure something out. We always do. Together.” Her heart clenched at that word. She thought back at when she told Bellamy they hadn’t saved the day after all.

“Clarke, you’re not acting like someone who just saved the world.” “Because we didn’t… Not yet.”

We.

She wasn’t alone in this. In fact, she had never been alone, Bellamy had always been right there by her side.

Together.

He pulled that lever with her in Mount Weather. Even in the City of Light, when ALIE said they could save the human race together, he was there with her, in her memories, giving her the strength she needed to pull that lever.

As if reading her mind, Bellamy placed his hand on Clarke’s shoulder, his attempt to comfort her. Little did he know his presence alone was enough to comfort her. She closed her eyes, savoring his warm touch. Knowing he stood by her took a huge weight off her shoulders. Whatever might come their way, Clarke knew she didn’t have to bear it alone, they’d make the decisions together. Part of her was thankful for that, the other part didn’t want him to carry anymore guilt than he already did. She placed her hand on top of his, offering him some measure of comfort, too.

If she was honest with herself, his touch comforted her like nothing else. Clarke craved it. She dropped her head on top of their joined hands and sighed.

“I just feel so powerless…” She murmured after a moment, her voice wavering.

With his free hand, Bellamy lifted Clarke’s chin so he could look her in the eyes. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. I believe in you.” He lowered his head to kiss her forehead. Then, with his lips still brushing her skin, he whispered, “You’ll save us,” sending shivers down her back.

Clarke stood up, taking hold of Bellamy’s other hand. She had always marveled at how big his hands were, how they dwarfed her slender ones. She squeezed them reassuringly. “We will save them.” And we’ll save each other.

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HEY GUYS

so I really really liked my secret santa gift and technically it is a gift so it is still for her but I actually got an Ao3 after I submitted it and I put a lot of work into it so I really hope you guys like it. I’m open to all constructive criticism since this is my first fic Summary: It’s safe to say that Clarke Griffin didn’t really like Bellamy Blake the first time they met, and she planned on never seeing him again… plans don’t always work and in the case of Bellamy and Clarke, they rarely ever work. (Enemies to lovers/lots of fluff/bit of smut/also, BABIES/and funny wedding!)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8917258/chapters/20426683

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Would It Be Sin?

I wrote fic again @thedelinquentwriters! :D

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Would It Be Sin? http://archiveofourown.org/works/8860015/chapters/20316928

Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake accidently get married and decide to use their new power couple status as an advantage to their political careers.

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Marriage of Convenience

Fake/Pretend Relationship

Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Alternate Universe - Politics

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

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i can feel your heartbeat through my shirt (as i breathe you in)

for cece @keryonkomheda​ 

rated: teen and up (read on ao3)

It starts with the dress.

Looking back after everything, Clarke will say that Octavia’s latest scheme was inspired by the fact that her eighth-grade language arts class just started a unit on irony. She might make a joke that clearly the younger Blake had also inherited the nerd gene, and it was finally being expressed with the above-and-beyond absurdity characteristic of that family. (And if the older Blake were around at the time, that probably would’ve launch a debate on genetics and ethics in biology, and those who don’t learn their history are doomed to repeat it, punctuated by good-natured insults and some shoving of shoulders.)

Most people decide to go to a dance before they start looking for something to wear to said dance, not the other way around. But then again, Octavia Blake has never been most people.

“Seriously, Clarke, you’ve gotta try it on!” she insists.

A glance around for help does no good; Clarke’s best friend, Octavia’s older brother, has long since fled to the bookstore in fear of just such a situation, and she is alone against his sister’s stubbornness. (A terrifying prospect she should have foreseen when she suggested the outing — Octavia is a force of nature even when she gets her way.)

Even knowing resistance is futile, Clarke tries an appeal to logic first. “I don’t need another dress, Octavia. Mom made me get a bunch last year, half of which I’ve never worn. Besides, I’m not going to any dances anytime soon.”

The younger girl says nothing, just let her bottom lip jut out in a familiar pout, paired with the very same puppy-dog eyes her brother uses to charm unsuspecting underclassmen when he’s in a flirtatious mood (or feels like annoying his best friend). The look speaks far louder and more effectively than words ever could have, and Clarke concedes the battle with a dramatic sigh.

“See, it looks perfect on you,” Octavia gushes when Clarke comes out of the dressing room, striking a pose sarcastically. “You’ve gotta get it.”

Looking in the mirror, Clarke has to admit that the cut and color do look good on her, far more so than any of the dresses her mother picked out. Still…

“Are you guys done yet, or —?” Stopping short a few paces from them, Bellamy Blake halts, whatever book he’s reading on his phone screen waiting forgotten in his hand. His eyes widen as he takes in the navy blue dress, flatteringly form-fitted and showing just enough skin to fall within the slightly more relaxed dress code for a school dance (which is to say, a lot). “Wow. Um. You look nice. Special occasion?”

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GUYS!!! Here I am, starting a network that I’ve been planning to for a few months and FINALLY got the time to sit down and do what I needed to do for said network. So here it goes. 

 Home for the holidays is an LGBT+ network for those who are in or out or just plain uncomfortable during the holidays. I know how hard this is because I sit with my very religious family every holiday hiding a big part of myself. My hope for this network is we just have a group of friends that can be there and support each other through a season I know can be very difficult. 

SO here’s what to do!

Reblog this post

Follow me

Fill out this (quick and easy) application

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If you’re accepted 

Please be ready to send me your e-mail, an icon, and a description

I’ll probably make a whatsapp group chat so that’ll require a phone number

Please be active and supportive 

You know what I can’t even really think of anything else so

(If all goes well and this gets a decent amount of notes and applications) I will be choosing and messaging people about the week of November 14th, so please reblog and apply, or reblog just to share this community for LGBT+ during the holidays. Thank you guys!

P.S.

if you want you can follow me on twitter

the network page is still under development because I’m not good at this stuff

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