Text
thinking about jolex (YES, AGAIN. also, always) and i just think it's insane. alex literally SAYS in the letter, the writers made him SAY that, it's WRITTEN in the show, that leaving jo (and with a letter out of all the ways) is OFFICIALLY THE WORST THING HE EVER DID. they've written this shit in, which means it's CANON that the LAST thing that alex karev did on a show he was on since the beginning, for 16 fucking season, is THE WORST THING HE EVER DID. that's FUCKING CANON. that he left while doing the worst thing EVER. and there are still people who love this? who support him doing this? WHO THINK THIS WAS A GOOD ENDING FOR HIM?! an ending where he CANONICALLY left while doing the worst thing we ever got to see him do. this is the last thing we ever got from him on this show. this was the last legacy that he left. that's what writers said themselves by making him say it. FUCKING INSANE
#back on my og shit#jolex#alex karev#grey's anatomy#SO TRUE#SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK
21 notes
·
View notes
Photo
That Gaze
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
sometimes i think im okay, and then i remember that jolex, bellarke, and literati didn't get their happy ending and im right back to where i started
#jolex#the 100#bellarke#otp: together#otp: we just fit#literati#otp: notes in the margins#gilmore girls#greys anatomy#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#alex karev#jo wilson#rory gilmore#jess mariano
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
you need to understand that i have two sets of headcanons. there's the set of realistic headcanons based on my genuine reading of the show, and then there's me playing pretend with my dolls.
75K notes
·
View notes
Note
rarely do i toot my own horn but i would like to humbly think that i truly had no business writing this absolute banger of a fic in the middle of the pandemic when i was in the eighth grade.
Can you write something in the timeline for season six in which Alex leaves Izzie and leaves Seatle for Jo. After a few years, Jo ends up in the hospital having a baby, and they go to the emergency room where Izzie, Meredith and the others are, and while she's nervous she talks about her husband leaving her for a wife with cancer and so on, and then Alex shows up.
moving on, letting go
PLEASE DON’T SKIP THIS!
I was intrigued by this prompt, but I had to change some things up. This seemed like another affair thing, so I wanted to change that. I don’t like affairs, (I’m serious. I don’t). Here’s some things you gotta know!
1) Alex and Izzie got a divorce. he didn’t leave her while she had cancer. I'm going with what’s exactly canon in season 6. Alex didn’t leave izzie and seattle for jo, he left on his own account and met jo later on. 2) after leaving seattle, izzie returned to grey-sloan for her fellowship. (it’s before she would’ve had the twins in canon-verse). 3) There’s less of an age gap between them than there is in canon.
also, i don’t know how to write izzie. so if she’s OOC, that’s why. it’s actually izzie-centric though, because i couldn’t see this going any other way. the ending is also a bit rushed, because i really jut wanted to post something.
three years after alex leaves seattle, he finds himself back there, with his ex-wife as the one to deliver him and jo’s child.
“Incoming trauma! Thirty year old female who was rear ended on the 95. No damage was done except for the fact that she was in active labor. They’re bringing her here now. Page L&D, and get a room ready!” Doctor Miranda Bailey shouts, her booming voice heard by everyone in the ER. Interns scuttle around, trying to fulfill their bosses wishes at her beck and call. She may not be the chief, but she sure seemed like she was. She had the ability to command anyone in the room, and never took no for an answer. Taking over the ER that day wasn’t something that she had planned, but both Hunt and Kepner had come down with something nasty and she was the only surgeon available.
It was only a few minutes later when the gurney comes rolling in, carrying a pretty brunette who was wincing through her contractions, gripping the handle bars so tightly her knuckles were turning white.
Izzie Stevens rushes over to her, as for she was the on-call OB, following the gurney into a room. She snaps on a pair of gloves, brushing a stray piece of blonde hair out of her eyes. “Hi there, I’m Doctor Stevens. I’m gonna lift up your shirt so we can make sure your baby isn’t in distress. Is that okay…” she trails off, pulling the ultrasound closer to the gurney and grabs the jelly, shaking it as both a way to prepare it and stall some time while she waited for a response.
“Doctor Wilson,” the girl in the bed answers, nose scrunching up as she feels another swift kick to the ribs. “Sorry—” she stutters a laugh, “Habit.” she answers “Jo. Jo Wilson. But I am a doctor, so no need to give me all the watered down crap.”
Izzie gives the woman a sincere smile, appreciating the upfrontness. “Good to know Doctor Wilson.” She lifts up the woman’s shirt, squirting on the ultrasound jelly, smearing it around until the woman's stomach is properly covered. She moves the wand around until the heartbeat thumps through the monitor. “Steady and strong. You’re very lucky Doctor Wilson. I’m gonna send you up to L&D now, but I’ll be sure to be there to monitor you.” she adds some notes into her tablet before turning back to Jo. “Is there anyone you would like to call? Are you waiting on the father or are you doing this independently?” she asks, peeling off her gloves and dumping them in the bin.
Jo shakes her head, loose curls flying back and forth. “No my—” she’s cut off by another contraction, and she lets out a large, staggering breath as she clenches her eyes shut, waiting for it to pass, and it does twenty-three seconds later. “My boyfriend is on his way.”
Izzie nods, “Well, we’ll get you set up and I’ll be up in a few minutes so I can check your cervix Doctor Wilson.” she says, getting closer to the door, ready to assess another pregnant mother.
“Thank you. And please, if you're going to be looking up my vagina, you can call me Jo.” she grins, her voice taking a teasing undertone.
The blonde gives a small chuckle, her ponytail shaking as she moves her head back and forth. “Will do Jo.”
She turns out of the room and uses the stairs to take her to the L&D floor, where the sound of expecting mothers in labor couldn’t be missed. She checks on a few patients, seeing how far they had advanced while she had momentarily stepped away. Not too long after she enters a new room, where Jo was glaring at a spot in an empty corner, trying to get through yet another contraction.
When Jo sees the woman enter, she lets out a low laugh. “I swear, if he doesn’t get here soon I am going to murder him with my bare hands.” she says, only half serious.
The blonde laughs, shaking her head fondly. “Is he close?” she asks, putting on yet another pair of gloves, this time pink.
“Thankfully,” she sighs. “This baby wasn’t supposed to come for another two weeks. My boyfriend has a conference here at UDub, and he told me so many times that I can’t go but of course I fought him on it, because I can’t sleep if he’s not next to me and neither can the baby. I realized about five hours in that I made a stupid mistake, because I had to pee every thirty minutes, and I was sure my boyfriend wanted to toss me out of the car. He didn’t though, because he loves me way too much. Thank god. So he cancelled his flight and quite literally drove across the country with me so that I can sleep at night, and now I’m going into labor two weeks early, while he’s at a lecture.” Jo rambles, not letting out a single breath until she was done.
Her eyes widen, an embarrassed flush creeping up onto her cheeks as she avoids eye contact, biting her bottom lip between her teeth. “Sorry,” she apologies. “I tend to go into long speeches when I’m nervous.”
Izzie just smiles, giving the woman a reassuring pat on the leg. “It’s okay, I would say labor is a good time to be nervous. Is it okay that I lift up your gown?”
Jo nods, “Yes, sorry. Let’s see how close this baby is to coming out of a very tiny hole.” she chuckles, trying to lessen her nerves to the best of her ability. She really was terrified. Her pregnancy had not been planned what-so-ever. It hadn’t been easy, between all-day sickness and the occasional spotting, she had been in constant fear. But besides all of that, she had to come clean to Alex about everything, her abusive husband, her abortion, her name-change… It was something that she had worried about immensely, the fear of him leaving and wanting nothing to do with her once he found out about her past keeping her up some nights. She still had the occasional dream that she would wake up to an empty bed with only a note left on the pillow, ‘I can’t do this’. Alex helped her through it though, and when she spilled her past to him all he did was envelope her in his arms while she cried, placing kisses in her hair as she wet his shirt with her tears.
I’m not going anywhere Jo, he told her, and after nine long months, she knew that he was sticking to his word. She just really wished he was here right now, because contractions hurt like a son of a bitch.
“So,” the blonde snaps her out of her thoughts, “You’re a doctor. Where?” Jo knew she was trying to distract her from the pain, and for that she was more than thankful.
“Johns Hopkins. I’m a surgical resident and my boyfriend is a pediatric fellow.”
The woman at her feet looks impressed, giving her a small smile as she checks Jo’s cervix. “When you said you were a doctor I was kind of expecting it to be from some kind of hospital I’d never heard of, no offense.”
Jo laughs, “None taken.” She was used to it by now. On multiple occasions when she was asked where she worked she was met by a bit of silent surprise. Even if you weren’t in the world of medicine, you knew Johns Hopkins.
Izzie flips the gown back down, “You’re about four centimeters dilated, if you want an epidural now would be your last chance.”
The brunette shakes her head. “No thanks. I’m gonna push this baby’s giant head out drug-free and regret it later on.” she brushes back a stand of hair, “That wasn’t sarcastic. Well,” she scrunches up her face, “It kinda was. But no, no epidural.” she settles on, just as another contractions comes through. She hisses through her teeth, and both of them waiting until it was over.
The woman chuckles, “I’m seriously gonna kill him if he’s not here within the next thirty seconds.”
As if to prove her point, Jo grabs her phone from the bag next to her bed, scrolling through it until she reaches Alex’s contact. Harshly slamming on the call button, she brings the phone to her ear, not needing to wait long until the familiar voice reaches her ears.
“Hello?”
“Where the hell are you?!” she hisses into the phone, clutching it closer to her ear as if it would make her words even louder and bring him to her quicker.
“I’m about twenty minutes away. There’s some really bad traffic and I'm backed up pretty badly. Taking the side streets isn’t an option either. Just remember to breathe, and I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay,” Jo sighs, rolling her chapped lips together. Him telling her to breathe in all honesty wanted to make her slap him, but she resisted solely because of the fact that he wasn’t there yet. “I love you.”
“Love you too, —oh wait, you do know you’re where I used to work right?” Alex asks her through the phone, and she can practically hear the smile in his voice.
“What? I thought you worked at Seattle Grace?”
“I did. Turns out they changed the name. Grey-Sloan Memorial. Guess I know who died.”
She tries to muffle a laugh, but it still comes out in a huff. “Be nice!” Typical of him really, no respect what-so-ever for people, even the dead. He already knew about the passings of his fellow co-workers though, so it wasn’t like he wasn't affected by their deaths. He was still in touch with Meredith Grey, as he told her, texting and skyping on birthdays and holidays, and any free time they had in between. Plus, she’d met the woman multiple times via video calls.
“Alright, I’ll be there soon, bye.”
“Bye.” she pushes the end call button and flops against the bed as gently as she can, because it seems to be as though every small movement sent a pain through her body.
“He almost here?” the blonde questions, lingering in the doorway of the room, waiting to see if she should stay put or check on some other laboring moms.
Jo nods, “He should be here in about twenty minutes.” she sighs. “Fair warning, he’s a peds surgeon, so he’s gonna come in here all high and mighty, acting like an asshole because he doesn’t think anybody can take care of his own baby better than him. But,” she lets a small smile escape. “Just because he acts like an asshole doesn’t mean he is one. You know the type?”
Izzie just laughs, “Oh, believe me, I know the type.”
____
Twenty-five minutes later Izzie is checking Jo’s cervix once more, pulling down her gown once she was done. “You’ve moved up to five centimeters Jo, congrats.” she gives the woman a smile, about to stand up when a man comes through the door.
“Jo, I’m so, so sorry it took so long,” he rounds to the side of the bed, pulling the woman into a side hug and kissing the top of her head.
Izzie froze at the voice, a voice she knew all too well. A voice she hadn’t heard in over three years. The voice of her ex-husband. The voice of the one and only Alex Karev.
“I tried but all of these assholes wouldn’t let me in no matter how many times I blasted the damn horn. Hi, I’m Doc—” his eyes widen comically when he finally turns to face the blonde, hand stuck out straight in front of him.
His mouth hung open, finally clearing his throat after a few seconds of straight silence. “Hi, Izzie,” he settles on, giving a tight lipped smile and a subtle nod of his head.
Jo looks between the two, eyes scrunched until an expression of frustration crosses over her face. “Alex freaking Karev,” she all but seethes.
“Please, please tell me that your ex-wife isn’t the woman who is going to be delivering our baby!” she practically screeches, digging her sharp nails into his hand as she goes through another contraction.
Izzie perks up immediately, “I’m so sorry Doctor Wilson. If you think that this is too weird or a conflict of interest I can gladly recommend another doc—”
Jo immediately shakes her head. “Nope. No, no, no, no, no. I like you, Doctor Stevens, and you’ve already seen up my vagina and I would prefer there not be another person who needs to look up there.” she wipes a bead of sweat off her forehead. “So as long as you two can be professional divorcees, I would greatly appreciate it for the sake of this baby.” she grins sarcastically at the two of them.
She knew it really wasn’t the greatest idea to have her boyfriend’s ex-wife deliver her baby, she knew. But Doctor Stevens was nice, and switching her OB no would just add to the stress that was currently accumulating through her body. If one more thing were to go wrong, she wouldn’t trust herself not to throw something at a wall.
Izzie nods, biting her bottom lip. “Of course. It’ll be no problem Dr. Wilson. I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” With that she turns out of the room, stopping when she was out of sight to bang her head against the wall.
“Oh god.” she mumbles to herself, letting her head stay in its position for a little while longer.
It was going to be a really long day.
____
She drops her tray onto the cafeteria table with a loud sigh, burying her head in her heads for the umpteenth time that afternoon, letting out a long groan as she does so. Meredith and Cristina exchange suspicious looks until the blonde eventually shakes the other woman. “You good?” she asks hesitantly, still unsure of how to act around her old friend.
Izzie had transferred back to Seattle Grace (now Grey-Sloan) just over four months ago to pursue her OB GYN fellowship. They had all changed a bit since the early years of their residency, so most of the time Meredith was overly cautious of how to act. They weren’t the same person they were three years ago. New traumas, relationships, losses… knowing the person they knew then wasn’t the same as knowing the person they did now.
Of course, they still got along well. Izzie had surprisingly made quick friendships with Jackson and April, since all rivalries were now in the past. But knowing how to talk to someone you didn’t know all too well with emotions you haven’t seen on them in years was difficult and something she wasn’t quite sure how to deal with.
“Alex is here,” she lifts her head up from the table, only to be met with one wide-eyed stare, and another confused.
“Yeah,” Meredith pipes in, taking a bite of her fries. “He’s in Seattle, giving a lecture at UDub. How do you know that?” she asks suspiciously.
“Wait, how do you know that?” the blonde asks, furrowing her brows.
Meredith shrugs, “We talk. Skype. We actually have plans to meet up tomorrow as long as I don’t get called in. Why do you know that Alex is here?” she prompts again. Last time she checked, Alex wasn’t in contact with his ex-wife.
“He’s here,” she emphasizes, throwing her hands up in the air.
Cristina smirks, “Stevens, we know he’s in Seattle, but if you’re going around stalking your ex-husband then—”
“No! He’s here here. He’s in the hospital,” she huffs.
Both of the women’s eyes widened, “What happened?” Meredith asks, getting up from her seat, fries already forgotten, while Cristina looks concerned. “Is he okay? Why—”
“No, no he’s fine.” she shakes her head, the gravity of the situation suddenly hitting her full force. “He’s here, with his pregnant girlfriend, who’s in labor.” she states slowly, snatching a fry from her friend’s plate and shoving it into her mouth.
“Jo’s having the baby?!” “Evilspawn knocked someone up?!”
Both women exclaim at the same time, Izzie looking at the two with skeptical eyes. “Wait, Mer you knew?”
The blonde only scoffs, “Of course I knew,” she quickly runs over to the nearest trash can and dumps her tray in, jogging back over immediately after, a tiny bit of ketchup left on her thumb from her fries.
“Mer you never told me anything,” Cristina hisses once she returns, sending her a sharp glare. Her and Alex weren’t really in contact with each other anymore, but whenever she would barge in on a call or Skype session between the two she would join in the conversation easily.
Meredith rolls her eyes, “I forgot,” she states. “But that’s not the point. Izzie, what room are they in?” she asks, eyes wide and frantic.
Izzie only looks stunned. Meredith knew that Alex was seeing someone, more-so, having a kid —and didn’t tell her? It’s not like her ex frequently came up in conversation, but knowing that he was so… far ahead in life was worth mentioning, right?
“What’s that face? I don’t like that face.” she says quickly, noticing the look of disappointment flash across the lighter blonde’s features.
She sighs, composing herself quickly. “Nothing. It’s fine,” she brushes it off, holding eye contact in hopes that it will disarm them. Meredith only raises an eyebrow, and she knows she has to let them know.
“I was thinking about using the embryos,” she says quietly, gauging their reactions. It was the truth. She was at a good place in her career, making a healthy living… she was prepared to take the next step. She’d wanted kids for as long as she could remember, and she felt like now was as good a time as any to move forward.
The blonde only bites her lip, while Cristina takes a sip of her empty drink, practically slurping on ice. “Were you planning on getting back together with him, Stevens? Because that seems like a long shot,” she deadpans, raising her brows.
“God no. I wasn't planning on getting back together with him, I—” she huffs, burying her face in her hands once more. “I wasn’t even planning on telling him.” she sighs dejectedly, averting her eyes away from the two.
“Well that would’ve never worked,” Meredith tells her, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. “I would’ve called Alex you know.”
“I didn’t know you were still in contact with my ex-husband Mer!” she explains.
The darker blonde only chuckles, “Yeah, I would’ve told him if you were planning on it Iz,” half scolding, half disbelief.
“I get that now.”
Meredith sighs, perking up when she remembers why they were having their conversation in the first place. “Which room is Jo in?” she steers the conversation away, knowing that this was a topic for another time and another place.
“119,” she says. “Give me one second to throw my stuff away, I need to do another dilation check.”
The other woman scrunches her brows, “You’re still her doctor?” she asks. If Addison were to suddenly become her OB because of unexpected labor, she wasn’t sure how she would react. Then again, she’d actually met Addison and knew that she was the best of the best, while Jo had never met the blonde before today. She was just known as ‘Alex’s ex-wife’. She wasn’t sure if she would be so easygoing about the situation, but she had gotten to know Jo in the three years she’d been with Alex, and she had quickly learned that when the brunette was thrown curveballs, she found a way to work around them.
“Yeah, she said she didn’t want to change doctors since she already trusted me,” Izzie answers, mentally brushing off her nerves.
She was more than just thinking about using the embryos, she was planning to use them. When her and Alex got divorced, he gave her full rights to the embryos, so whatever she chose to do with it was her choice. Using them or not was entirely in her control, and was going to go through with it. But now… now things were different. She was planning on doing it on her own, raising a little boy or girl by herself, maybe with her friends pitching in every now and then. She had no obligation to tell Alex before, and well, yeah, it would’ve been the right thing to do, she didn’t need to. But Alex was already expecting a kid, and she could tell from their brief interaction, that while he was terrified, he was also over the moon.
She could still go through with it, if she wanted to. Try to find a way to make co-parenting work. But, Alex lived in Maryland, and sending a child across the country every couple of weeks or fighting for custody was something she would hate more than anything else. Plus, Alex already had a family, him and Jo, and the little baby that they were now going to be bringing into the world. For some reason, she didn’t want to disrupt that.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Cristina’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts. “Time to see a baby evil spawn!” ____
Six hours, twenty three minutes, and thirty-four second later, Emily Meredith Karev is brought into the world, screeching at the top of her very healthy lungs, hands curled into fists and kicking her little legs everywhere, only settling down once she was placed on top of her mother’s chest.
The new mom had tears streaming down her face, a mixture of happiness and pain after over forty-five minutes of pushing. Alex had a look of pure joy on his features, a smile so wide it practically reached his ears.
Izzie hustled out of the room a few minutes later, once all tests were done and everything was okay, leaving the new parents to be with friends to celebrate the baby girl. She walks to the nearest vending machine, sliding in a dollar and paying for a bag of barbecue chips. She takes a seat on the nearest gurney shoved against the wall, taking a few moments to finally breathe. Her eyes drift closed as she relaxes, leaning her head against the wall, thankful that no laboring mothers currently needed her attention.
It wasn’t too long after when she heard footsteps coming her way, pausing when they stopped in front of the vending machine. She cracks an eye open to see Alex facing the glass, punching in the buttons A7 for a packet of red-vines.
“Congrats,” she speaks up, causing him to jump, relaxing when he turns around and sees that it was just her.
He gives her his signature half smirk, “Thanks Iz.”
“You’re in trouble though, Alex Karev,” she grins. “That little girl looks just like Jo.” she laughs softly. She may have only been around the newborn for a few minutes, but that was enough to see that the little girl already had a tuft full of dark brown hair, golden-hazel eyes, and Jo’s nose. Already a mini version of her mom.
Alex groans, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t remind me. She’s not allowed to go near anyone until she’s at least thirty-five,” he states, already shaking off the thought of the little girl he loved more than anything in the world dating someone.
Izzie scoffs playfully. “With those looks? You’ll be lucky if she makes it through a day in the nursery without having all the other babies whipped.”
He only smiles good-naturedly, giving her a small smile, letting a few beats of comfortable silence pass between them.
“I’m happy for you, Alex,” she reassures him. And she was. She would always love Alex, but he was a part of her past, the same way she was a part of his. Being in love with someone was different than loving someone, and that was where they both were with each other.
“Thanks Izzie,” he sighs, grateful that she knew that he was still a bit anxious about their whole encounter. “You have any kids?” he asks, hoping for a way to settle his nerves.
She only shakes her head. “No, but I’m thinking about adopting.” It was true. Just because she decided that the embryos were no longer in the running, she wasn’t going to give up on being a mom.
He gives her a smile. “That’d be good for you,” he says. “You’d make a great mom, Iz.” and she knows that he whole-heartily means those words.
She bites her lip, “Thank you, Alex.” she perks up, nodding towards the end of the hallway where Jo’s room was. “And you’re already an amazing dad.”
With that he heads back down the hall, and she smiles to herself, because he already got his happy ending, and she was on the way to having hers.
Things really do happen for a reason.
#im rewatching grey’s rn so its only natural i took a trip down memory lane#HAHA hopefully this isn’t too narcissistic sounding#it’s 4am i need to go to sleep#jolex#grey’s anatomy
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
Bellarke moments that break my heart (pt.17)
#you did even kiss the brick before throwing it at me#pain#bellarke#the 100#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#otp: together
171 notes
·
View notes
Text
some gratuitous bellarke ranting


I wanted to discuss the implications of the decision process behind Bellarke not happening after a lovely fan shared an Interesting (*eye twitch*) piece of information given by Eliza during the recent Survival 5 convention.
It’s very telling just how mutually exclusive the question of whether or not to move forward with canon Bellarke was re the 100 writers deciding upon a happy vs tragic ending for the show:
Canon bellarke + the heroes triumph (hopeful ending) vs. the tragic destruction of bellarke + the battle is lost (bleak ending)
In other words, this confirms that if Bellamy and Clarke had actually gotten together then the writers wouldn’t have been able to go through with the trash, grimdark, hopeless ending they’d come up with as a potential resolution–why? Because Bellarke’s “together” (a.k.a. the consistent message of the show from s1-s6) was the epitome of hope in the 100, emblematic of goodness prevailing over darkness. The entire trajectory of the show and the way it ended was singlehandedly dependent on Bellamy and Clarke’s relationship, more specifically whether or not they became a canon romantic couple.
If they had gotten together, a hopeless ending would simply not be possible because Bellamy and Clarke working Together was always the paradigm for hope, redemption, and rebirth in a landscape of death and destruction.
It was an all-or-nothing decision re having Bellarke finally happen after years of buildup, which guaranteed a “happy” / hopeful ending for the show, vs callously destroying that relationship (by the heroine’s own hands, to add insult to injury), which ensured the end of the human race. Humanity was doomed after failing the final task, and procreation was no longer possible. They couldn’t “do better,” and there was no hope for a younger generation.
All that being said, it’s logical to conclude that the alternative ending that involved Bellarke becoming canon + saving the day (as they’ve always done) would’ve also entailed Bellamy and Clarke rebuilding the world and passing on Monty’s legacy of “doing better” to a younger generation–very likely Bellamy and Clarke’s own child, if you bother looking at the multitude of Kabby and Marper parallels the show has pushed, not to mention all of the ways that Bellamy and Clarke have acted as parental figures since s1.
Taken altogether, this only goes to show just how integral Bellarke’s romantic relationship was to the fundamental message of the show, which unsurprisingly crumbled to pieces after losing its backbone. Reflecting back on how many times JRot has tried diminishing the significance of their relationship and belittled fans for “misinterpreting” the blatant romantic subtext for Bellarke, all I can say is a big fuck you to him and to all of the writers who decided to erase six seasons worth of consistent storytelling in favor of a mediocre, half-baked, grimdark joke of an ending.
On a more positive note, everyone who continues to love Bellarke as much as I do can feel vindicated knowing that their power remains unmatched and that the 100 would be nothing without their relationship–working Together, side by side, as they were always meant to be 🤷♀️
#oh this is written SO WELL#bellarke#anti jroth#the 100#otp: together#so true and so good and i am forever pissed off at how they ruined them
341 notes
·
View notes
Text
what if i tell you i actually LOVE season six of the 100?!!! huh, what now?!?!
#i’m TIRED of yall treating this season like trash#it was SO GOOD#it brought about the sci-fi aspect of a sci-fi show#easily in my top theee for seasons#maybe even 2#MAYBE EVEN ONE IDK#the 100
24 notes
·
View notes
Photo
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Miscellaneous Stories by F. Scott Fitzgerald
124 notes
·
View notes
Text
i love writing bellarke fics don’t get me wrong but i hate the fact that i have to sit down and pretend that clarke had friends bc at the end of the day, she really didn’t aside from wells, bellamy, roan and honest to god murphy 😭 it makes me so sad that they don’t nurture any of her female friendships to the point where it feels like im lying by having her be close with any other girls on the show BECAUSE SHE WASNT SHE WAS SO LONELY. my poor baby. everyone always blamed her for everything. she just needed a hug.
#i’m PISSED#GIVE ME GIRL FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS I HATE MEN#the 100#clarke griffin#clarke griffin i will love you and protect you until the day i die
27 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Till death do us part, they say.
I say, I will love you from this life to the next.
And if next life won’t grace me with you,
I will still love you till the next one,
And the next and the next,
Till death finally gave up on us.
-cynthia go // a reincarnation au for @aainiouu
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
it's been years, but I can't move on from what they did with karev's chatacter, we watched him grow for so many years, for him just to abandon jo???
#crazy bc it actually HAS been years#FIVE to be exact#and i’m still angry and in mourning to this day
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
the two sentences i wrote that inspired this post will come to fruition as a full fledged fic just you wait
bellarke so powerful they got me writing for the first time since freshman year ‼️
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
just graduated hs!!! expect the fanfic writing to be BACK ONNNNN
#i haven’t written more then two paragraphs for a fic in almost three years.#very sad#bellarke fics are coming though#trust!!#i don’t think anyone looks at my page anymore but i don’t gaf#this is like free therapy
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
so i started reading a shit ton of darklina fan fiction bc i clicked on a random story bc the tags intrigue me and i have since gone down a rabbit hole…
just finished season 1 of the show, accidentally saw a tiktok comment, did some googling, and basically WHY AM I READING MORE FANFIC WITH A NON ENDGAME SHIP WHY WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF
BUT LIKE… ASIDE FROM THE CHEMISTRY, WHY ARE THERE 6000 TAGS ON AO3 FOR THEM???? HE KITERALLY JUST TRIED TO USE HER FOR HER POWER
IM SO CONFUSED but i need to watch more but i also know the show got cancelled so… sigh.
(and she ends up w mal in the books apparently???? they’re so plain in the show i can’t 😭😭)
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
There's "committing to the bit" and then there's whatever the fuck Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster were doing on television every week from 2006-2014
10K notes
·
View notes
Text
"i want more complex female characters" u couldn't even handle jo wilson
15 notes
·
View notes