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could you pls do “I mistook you for my best friend and jumped on your back in public and now I’m embarrassed” au with bellarke or maybe " im taking a selfie at the museum because im bored and you are a guard who told me i am not allowed to take pics of the art and i explained how it was just a selfie and you said i know"au, tagged me if you are interested in doing it and if you are not its no trouble, thank you baby

This took me ages to get to. Super sorry about that. 

I decided to go with “I mistook you for my best friend and jumped on your back in public and now I’m embarrassed.” Seems like a good excuse for some context-less Halloween fun. Hope you like it!

Title from Haunting ‘cause I’m Halsey trash. All mistakes are mine.

I’m begging you to keep on haunting me (A Bellarke Haunted House AU)

Clarkeducks beneath a fringe of skeleton bone streamers, disentangling herself from acouple that catch on her stethoscope as she pushes into the next room, eyesscanning for her best friend.

Wellshates Halloween, so of course it’s Clarke’s favorite holiday. Still,she should have known that dragging him to a haunted house was a bad idea.

It’spretty epic, and she’s been having an excellent time—her shrieking shoutsturning to laughter with each turn of the corner—until she loses him somewherebetween the vampire’s lair and a hokey, blood-drenched rendition of SweeneyTodd’s barber shop.

Shit.

Shelooks around to ask anyone if they’ve seen a very scared looking batman, butthe only people in sight are a sexy nurse and a shirtless guy painted green andwearing purple shorts—the hulk, she’s guessing—and they’re making out againstthe wall like it’s their job, so she opts to keep looking.

Shewinds her way through the rest of the haunted house, dodging skeletons and batsand feeling a little sorry for herself for not being able to fully appreciatethe pounding adrenaline and startled screams, until she finally makes it to thelast room, where she can just make out a caped figure standing by the exit.

“Finally,”she mumbles under her breath, a bit of a smile at her lips, “Scaredy-cat.”

She’smaking to walk over to him when she decides she deserves to get some fun out of this.

Asquietly as she can, she creeps up behind him. And she knows she’s gonna feel alittle guilty for scaring him afterward, but for now the wicked grin on herface eggs her on.

Whenshe’s just a couple feet behind him, she leaps up to jump on his back without a sound, armsbanding around his neck and legs catching around his waist.

Insteadof a terrified yell though, all she gets is a sigh and a shake of the head.

Whichis, admittedly, a little disappointing.

Hishands, more callused than she remembers, come up under her bare knees to keep her from falling as he shoulders open thedoor and carries her outside. And since she only persuaded him to come bypromising they’d before it got dark, the afternoon light is blinding.

Shesqueezes her eyes shut and buries her face in his neck, which might be why ittakes her a second to realize that the person who’s carrying her isn’t actually Wells.

Whenshe pulls back a little, it’s to notice that his hair is messy and hanging downto his ears rather than cropped short and the skin peeking out between the collarof his costume and his curls is a deep tan, instead of brown.

Whoeverit is that’s carrying her rolls his shoulders a bit before speaking, “I’m gladyou had a good time, O, but I’ve been waiting for like half an hour. I’m prettysure that lady in the creepy spider costume thought I was hanging around to askher out.” He shudders a bit and she feels it in her ribs.

Shefinds her voice, but she’s still too surprised to come up with anything otherthan, “You’re not Wells.”

Theman stiffens beneath her and looks at her over his shoulder. She catches sightof a thick layer of freckles and a strong jaw. Definitely not Wells. And while she’s worried about where herfriend actually is and the fact that she justjumped on some random guy’s back, it’s hard not to notice that her strangeris very attractive.

“Andyou’re not my sister.”

Heputs her down slowly, releasing her legs as she unravels her arms from aroundhis neck, dropping awkwardly to the ground and readjusting her wrinkled labcoat.

“I’mso sorry. I was looking for my friend. He, um,” She struggles to recover fromher embarrassment and form coherent sentences. “He gets scared easily so Iwanted to find him before he got too freaked out. You guys are, ah…both wearingcapes,” she finishes weakly.

Nowthat they’re face to face, she can tell that he’s not, in fact, dressed up asbatman, but rather as some kind of Roman soldier, with fake metal plating and acape that’s deep red, rather than the black one that Wells is wearing.

“Andyou thought that jumping on his back would be a good way to make sure yourfriend wasn’t ‘too freaked out’?” Heraises a skeptical eyebrow.

Clarkegives him a half grin, “I never said I was a good friend,” she pauses, then goes for flirty, because he’s hot alright? “It was kind of a letdownthat you didn’t scream or anything.”

Shekind of expects him to yell at her, or at least be annoyed and brush her off,but instead he smiles and lifts an eyebrow in challenge, “Oh, was it now?Should I head back in there so we can do it over?”

“Eh,the effect is kind of ruined now,” she deadpans, giving a dejected shrug whileshe tries not to grin. 

He’s cute andcharming and it’s kind of working for her.

“Comeon, I’m a pretty good actor,” he says, voice teasingly earnest, “Do you wanthigh or low in terms of scream pitch?”

She’slaughing too much to respond.

“Don’tworry about it, I’ll improvise,” he says. And then she realizes he’s actually making toward the door.

“No!Wait!” she calls, fighting off the laughter as she catches his arm to pull himback. When he turns back to her she makes her eyes go wide in mock-horror, “Thecreepy spider lady will think you’re going back for her.”

There’sa solid two seconds of silence before he throws his head back in laughter. It’sa good look for him. Not that she really thinks anything would be a bad look for him. She’s laughing too,but not so much that she can’t appreciate how ridiculously handsome he is.

Whenthey’ve both recovered somewhat, he sticks out a hand, “Bellamy.”

“Clarke,”she says, shaking.

“Zombiedoctor?” he asks, gesturing to her costume.

“Yep,”she pauses to pick at the fake dried blood at the corner of her mouth, “It’sonly creative ‘til you find out I’m actually a med student, so really it’s justlazy.”

Helaughs again, warm and amused.

Shestudies him for a second until he gives her a questioning look.

“I’mtrying to figure out if you’re Rory Williams or just a Roman soldier.”

Heshakes his head, amused, “Nah, no Doctor Who references for me. Roman captain actually.”

Herconfusion must show on her face.

“Youcan tell by the cape,” he shrugs, looking a little embarrassed. It’s kind ofadorable. “The more vibrant red is only used for officers…and I’m going to stoptalking before you think I’m any more of a geek than you already do.”

Inresponse, she just grins, “So. You’re missing a sister, I’m missing a bestfriend…want to look for them together?”

Heconsiders for about half a second, “You know? I’d like nothing better.”

Heoffers her is arm with a crooked smile and she takes it.

“Thezombie doctor and the centurion,” she says, grinning up at him, “off to save theworld, or something.”

Hisresponding laugh is bright, “Yeah. Or something.”

Clarkereally loves Halloween.

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Halloween prompt! Maybe some Bellarke and friends spending the night at a creepy haunted house? Thank you, you're awesome :) :) :)

A|N: @live-laugh-loaf also sent me a prompt remarkably similar to this, with tough guy bellamy needing to hold Clarke’s hand in a haunted house so this is the result?? Hope you guys like it!

In retrospect, she really shouldn’t have bought Jasper that camcorder last Christmas.

Said camcorder is currently pressed up against Bellamy’s face, and she watches with faint bemusement as he swats it away from him impatiently, scowling.

“Cut it out,” He snaps as Jasper yelps, struggling to right himself before grabbing onto Clarke’s shoulder. She could just shake him off, but it’s equivalent to kicking a puppy, really.

She just deals with it like how she always deals with Jasper: with mild exasperation and an incredible amount of patience.

“This is the worst,” Bellamy mutters, hefting his sleeping bag higher against his shoulder as he narrows his eyes at her, “This is your fault.”

“Scared?” She leers, grinning as his scowl deepens, flipping her off before he goes back to glaring at the house before them.

“Hour zero,” Monty says gravely, having commandeered the camera from a jittery Jasper, “We are now entering the premises-”

“Don’t narrate,” Raven interrupts, pushing past them and kicking the gates open with her boot, “They don’t do that shit on paranormal activity. We’re doing it exactly the same, remember?”

“Everyone on paranormal activity died, Rae.”

Bellamy pales at that, and Clarke has to stifle a laugh.

“You know,” She says conversationally, falling into step next to him, “You could always back out. I wouldn’t think less of you, or anything.”

“I’m not scared,” He insists, tightening his grip on his backpack as they cross the threshold into the house.

“Masculinity sure is a fragile thing,” She comments, dry, when he startles at the creaking of the floorboards below them.

“Save it,” Raven interrupts before he can respond, her flashlight skittering over rotting wood and peeling wallpaper, her voice echoing faintly in the quiet, “Stick to the plan guys. One room per person, make sure your phones are recording through the night. Jasper, set up the camcorder here and the rest of you, fan out and pick a room.”

“Splitting up is the cue for dropping dead in horror movies,” Bellamy argues, his voice growing in pitch at Clarke’s exasperated eye roll, “Have none of you actually watched a horror movie?”

“If you’re going to be a wuss about it, go home.” Raven says, matter-of-fact, unfolding the legs of the tripod with practiced grace.

He swears at that, stomping away and through a corridor, wood screaming in protest under the weight of his boots, the deliberate slam of a door.

“Someone should probably tell him that the first person to break off from the herd dies,” Monty says interestedly.

Clarke sighs, rubbing at her temples to stem the migraine she feels clawing to the surface, “You know Octavia is going to kill you if anything happens to him, right?”

Raven grins, all teeth, a shark ready to clamp down on its prey, “If nothing gets to me first, that is.”

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Everything had been going fine until she decided to shift the carpet.

She stares down at it, shapeless and dark around the edges, some of it flaking against the floor, the color of rust and- no, she won’t go there. Her stomach rolls at that, and she pulls it back into place with the edge of her boot.

Nothing more than an old house, she reminds herself, snapping her phone into position on the tripod grimly, just one night. That’ll placate Raven.

There’s a bed in the room that she’s picked, but the thought of sleeping on the lumpy mattress wrapped in moth-bitten sheets sends a fresh wave of revulsion coursing through her. She settles for the floor instead, bundling up in her sleeping bag and keeping her eyes on the ceiling overhead. She counts seventeen cracks.

It’s an effort not to bolt upright at every sound- at the squeaking of floorboards and the sharp sound of someone turning on the tap- and Clarke soon finds herself exhausted, right on the brink of falling when she hears the unmistakable sound of someone fumbling with the door knob.

“Jasper?” She asks, fighting to keep her voice level-

“It’s me,” Bellamy mutters, shamefaced, leaning against the door frame. “Can I come in?”

Clarke makes a noise of assent, tapping at the spot on the floor next to her. She’ll never admit it- at least, not to his face- but she’s glad he’s here. There’s something inherently comforting about Bellamy, in the familiarity of his soap and the heat of his skin.

“Raven’s going to be mad that you left your post,” She teases as he settles down next to her, knees drawn to chest, “The only acceptable excuse is possession.”

“I don’t care,” He says, petulant, “I hate this place. It’s cold and dark and there’s something in my room, Clarke, like this presence-”

“Well, that’ll please Raven, at least.”

“Clarke.”

His eyes are pleading, downright pitiful, and she has to smother her laugh behind her palm because big, bad Bellamy Blake is afraid of ghosts-

She unzips her sleeping bag, wiggling over to the other side and extending a hand over to him, “Go to sleep, Bellamy.”

“You’re the best,” He says weakly, lacing his fingers through hers and kicking off his shoes before zipping up the bag, “And you’re probably going to make fun of me for the next five years, but I don’t care.”

His hand is warm in hers, dry too, callused and heavy against hers. He hasn’t let go, despite the fact that her back is pressed against his chest and their legs are tangled together in the small space. Clarke swallows, flushes when he pushes her hair off her neck, his breath hot against her exposed skin.

“I don’t want to get your hair in my mouth,” He explains and she groans, nudging him lightly in the ribs.

It’s quiet again for a while, and she finds herself relaxing, melting into Bellamy’s warmth as he grunts against her shoulder, eventually pulling his hand away only to band it over the span of her stomach. It’s both easy and thrilling in equal parts and she’ll be lying if she said she never considered this before.

It’s always been like this with him, both of them dancing around each other, on the edge, a hair’s breadth away from something else entirely. She’s not sure what it is, exactly. (Okay, she’s pretty sure, actually.)

They would be good together, she thinks. They could be good together.

But it’s dark and she can feel Bellamy’s breath evening out, stirring her hair slightly, and there’s always morning to think about this-

“Shit,” She remembers, her voice bleary from sleep and muffled against the sleeping bag, “Jasper’s going to flip when he sees the recording.”

Bellamy snorts, tightening his grip on her, his chest rumbling against the divots of her spine, his mouth curving against the skin behind her ear as she closes her eyes, “I’m pretty sure I’ll take him over the ghosts, Clarke.”

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Oh, and the sexy nurse and the hulk are definitely O and Lincoln, for whoever asked.

Ofall the things Bellamy expected to happen to him at a haunted house, gettingjumped by a pretty blonde girl dressed as a zombie doctor wasn’t one of them.

Losinghis sister, on the other hand, was kind of expected.

Heturns to walk back toward the door he and Clarke have just come out of—andtries not to think about the smooth skin of her legs when he carried herthrough—but the aforementioned zombie doctor tugs at his arm,pulling him around the building instead.

“Whereare we going, doc?” he asks her, nodding toward the exit, “The door’s this way.”

Shelooks up at him, “Here’s the thing. Your sister and my friend, they’re notgoing anywhere. And they’ve got phones, right?”

Henods, a little confused, “Right…”

“So…”she starts, hesitant, “How would you feel about going through from thebeginning and looking for them on the way? I didn’t get to enjoy it the firsttime through.” Her grin is a little wild and he can’t help smiling back.

Hedidn’t really get to enjoy it either, but that had more to do with suspecting Octavia only wanted to come so she could run off somewhere and make out withher boyfriend. So of course he wantsto go again with the gorgeous girl who’s somehow still hanging around.

Andbecause he can’t help it, he teases, “I don’t know if I want to walk backthrough a terrifying haunted house with the random girl who just jumped me inthat very same haunted house.”

She just shrugs, nonplussed, before pulling her arm from his to walkback toward the entrance. “Cool, I’ll go by myself then.”

Helaughs, jogging a couple steps to catch up, and she tosses him grin when he’sbeside her again.

Bellamy’scan’t lie, he kind of interpreted her invitation as flirtation—she’sgorgeous and witty as hell. How is he not supposed to be attracted to that?—butit turns out she just really loveshaunted houses.

Whichbecomes obvious between the fact that she’s told him as much about five timesbefore they’re even halfway through and the way her screams turn to laughterwith every terrifying turn. He likes haunted houses too, but while he’s stillrecovering from the latest frights, she’s already giddy and smiling.

Shealso squeezes his arm every once in a while and lets him take her hand as theypush through a forest of hanging “snakes” though, so he’s definitely notcomplaining.

Theywander across Octavia and Lincoln, who thankfully aren’t completely wound up in each other, although the state of O’shair doesn’t do much to convince him that they weren’t making out against awall at some point.

Clarkeand O bond over their medical themed costumes, which, really, isn’t helping hiswhole don’t-fall-for-the-pretty-blonde-girl-you-met-five-minutes-ago thing.

Thefour of them trek through the rest of the house, and it’s pretty great, butBellamy can see the concern growing in Clarke’s eyes and fidgeting hands whenthey’re almost to the end and still haven’t found her friend.

Thenthey’re finally back in the last room and she nudges his shoulder, pointing tothe door where she’d jumped on his back not half an hour ago, “Ha! See, I’m notcompletely insane.”

Theguy she’s pointing to is, in fact, wearing a cape that, he can admit, looks alot like his in this light. Clarke’s grinning when he acquiesces, but she’salso clearly relieved and he’s trying very hard not to be taken with this girlwho’s caring and carefree all at once.

Shegoes over to collect her friend—Wells, she says his name is—and when she hugshim rather than jumping on his back, she sends Bellamy a pointed look over hisshoulder that says, see, not a horriblefriend.

Hegrins back at her, and shrugs a little, couldhave fooled me, which gets him a dramatic eye roll.

Outside,they mill around a bit; Wells makes his introductions to Octavia and herboyfriend, and Clarke and Lincoln get to talking about art and the courses they’vetaken at the local community college. Octavia listens in, tucked under Lincoln’sgreen arm.

Wellssteps up beside Bellamy, “I hear you’re the one she assaulted.”

Hehuffs a short laugh, “Worse things have happened.”

He’sabout a thousand percent sure that Wells sees right through him, so naturally,he deflects, “She’s pretty good with people, huh?” He nods to where she’smaking fast friends.

Wellsshrugs, “She’s gonna be a pediatrician, she kind of has to be like that.”

Hedigests this information. It makes sense; explains why she’s so easy to bearound even though he’s only known her for an hour.

Theothers join them eventually and Clarke bumps her hip against his, “Hey. Youhungry?”

“What,are you going to invite the strangers you just met to dinner?”

Confusionpasses her face for a split second, which. Weird. But then she’s grinning. “Yep.I make a point to get dinner with all the nerds and artists I run into.”

“Prettysure you’re the bigger nerd here, miss med-student.”

Sheshoves his shoulder, and Octavia looks at Bellamy like his the biggest loser onthe planet. Which is also weird. He feels like he’s missing something.

Theydo end up getting dinner, the five of them piling into a booth at IHOP,reciting their orders for a very bored looking waitress. Clarke interrogateshim about his life while spearing potatoes off of Wells’ plate and draping herstethoscope around Octavia’s neck with a grin.

Sheand Wells get along with his family—including Lincoln, by extension—so seamlessly and he can’t stop smiling ather.

She’soverly excited to find that he’s the manager of a bookstore downtown and when sheasks if she can visit him there sometime, he says yes. Because, obviously.

He just doesn’t expect her to actually show up.

Whenhe hears her voice in the tiny shop on Tuesday he kind of thinks he’s losingit. Between grad school and working two jobs, it wouldn’t really be a surprise.

“Didyou know that your bibles are directly across the aisle from your romancenovels? It’s kind of hysterical.”

Hepulls his head up from the inventory list he’s looking over at the counter,eyes searching for the owner of the disembodied voice, “Sorry?”

Clarke steps out from behind a shelf of mystery novels, flipping throughthe book in her hands, and it takes him a second to reconcile that she’s here and, you know, not dressed like azombie.

Instead,her hair falls in soft waves around her face and she’s wearing a skirt andoversized t-shirt that aren’t even necessarily that nice, but he’s still struckby her.

Shelooks up after a second, finally noticing his silence and stunned expression,and her face falls, “What? Oh, crap, should I not have come? I swear I’m not astalker, I just finished my shift and I was nearby…”

“No!”he interrupts, “No, I just didn’t recognize you without, without all the blood.”He gestures weakly towards his own face.

“Oh,right,” she smiles at him, tentative, “Yeah, here I am.”

“Hereyou are,” he echoes. “Yeah, uh,” he shakes his head after a second and addresses her earlier comment, “Murphy set it up that way. He though it was a riot,so I’ll be sure to bolster his ego and tell him you appreciated it.”

Shelaughs a little, then flicks her gaze down to the paper he’s pouring over, “Interestingstuff?”

“Oh,thrilling. My actual favorite thing.”

Shehuffs an amused laugh, but her face shifts to concern a second later.

“Shit,what time is it?” she asks, a little frantic, craning her neck to see hiswatch. He twists his wrist so she can read it easier and tries not to noticehow close she is.

“Youjust got here.” He tries not to be too disappointed, plastering a teasing grinon his face, “Somewhere else to be?”

“I’veum,” she turns back to the shelves to put the book back, “actually been sittingback here reading for a while. Lost track of time.” She’s a little sheepish andhe tries not to find it adorable. “And then it took me a while to work up thecourage to come talk to you so, you know.”

Hefeels his heart flip in his chest…before she punctuates her words with an exaggeratedeye roll and flashes him a grin.

She’s teasing. Get your shit together.

“Ido really have to go, though,” she says, “But, hey, do you want to grab foodsometime?”

He’sstill a little distracted, “What? Oh, yeah! O and I are cooking at my placetonight, if you want to come hang out.”

Hethinks he must be imagining the way her smile dims for a second, because thenshe’s pulling out her phone to program in his address and number and she’s outthe door seconds later with a flashing grin.

Theyhang out that night, as planned, and it’s easyand just kind of great.

Theend of the night finds them sprawled across his couch, Clarke’s legs in his lapwhile she argues with him about the historical accuracy of Rory’s centurioncostume.

“It’sa costume. I’m sure it’s accurate enough,grow up,” she says, laughing after his impassioned speech.

“I’dleave that the experts,” he responds, pompous, “Only one of us here is going tograd school for a history degree.”

She glares at him halfheartedly, digging her foot into his side.

Hedoesn’t have a ton of friends, and if he can’t date her, he’s more than a littleokay with this.

Shewalks into the bookstore a couple days later with a determined look on herface. He greets her as she comes up to the counter and plants her hands on itbefore speaking. 

“Do you want to get coffee with me?” It comes out more like astatement than a question.

“Uh,yeah, I think O’s free later,” he says, finishing up the order form he’sworking on, “Although she may be doing something with Linc…”

Hetrails off when he looks up. Her head’s down on the counter, blonde hairsplayed out over her arms. 

“How many times do I have to ask you out before yourealize I’m asking you out?” she grumbles out.

What? “What?”

“Look,”she lifts her head, “I love hanging out with O. She’s great. But if you’reusing her as an excuse to not hang out with me on your own, I’d kind of ratheryou just tell me you’re not interested.”

Heblinks. “You don’t like me…like that,” he says, sounding more like a nervous teenager than he’d ideally like to.

“Prettysure I wouldn’t be asking you out if that was the case.” She pushes herself offthe counter, not meeting his eyes, “Just…forget it.”

Sheturns to go but he shoots out a hand to catch her arm, “Wells said you’refriendly with everyone, I just assumed…”

“Idon’t ask people out just to be friendly Bellamy.”

“I didn’t know you were asking me out.”

“WellI am. Or, was,” she runs a hand through her hair, shakes his hand from herwrist, “Whatever, just…whatever.”

She’shalfway to the door before he pulls his head out of his ass and comes out frombehind the counter.

“Clarke,”He says, stepping in front of her to block her way to the door.

“Bellamy,”she responds, mocking.

“Shutup. Will you go out with me?”

Sheglares at him for a second before it dissolves into an acquiescing smile, muttering something like “you idiot,” under her breath before pushing up on her toes to press her lips to his, her hand settling behindhis neck. He catches her waist, pulling her closer.

“I’msorry for ruining your two attempts at asking me out,” he says against herlips.

“Three.”

Hepulls back, “What?”

“Threeattempts. I asked you to dinner the first time we met.”

Helooks at her incredulously, “We were literallysurrounded by other people, how on earth was I supposed to know that?”

“BecauseI didn’t ask them?”

“Youalso didn’t say, ‘Hey, geeky Roman soldier guy, do you want to go on a datewith me?’”

Shepushes against his chest, grinning, “Yeah, because you would have said, ‘Roman captain guy, you mean?’” She imitateshis voice, badly, “The deeper red is only for officers, you know.”

“Okay,alright,” he says, pausing briefly to kiss her again, because he can, “I get it, I’m a nerd. But you’rethe one who’s going out with me.”

Shegrins blindingly, “Damn right I am.”

(A/N: My local B&N actually has its bibles set up directly across the aisle from their romance novels. I, too, find it hysterical.)

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favourites are bolded, mutuals are italicised.

a-e

andromedagreyjoy ♥ angelmonty ♥ antmantho ♥ avengedoctorpotter ♥ bell-clarke♥ bellamlyblake ♥ bellamyblako ♥ bellamyfrecklefaceblake ♥ bellamyhblake ♥ bellarhke ♥ bellarkeandbooks ♥ bellarketrashling ♥ bellcrkes ♥ bellsqueen ♥  bestivals ♥ bilexualclarke ♥ blakesdoitbetter ♥ blakesmilitia ♥ blakessibling ♥ blue-rileys ♥ bluereiley ♥ bobmorleyisking ♥ buckyystan ♥  c-oalescent ♥ chiefbellamy ♥ clarke-griffin ♥ clarkeqrffin ♥ colinodonorgasm ♥ delinquentsoftheground ♥ doctor-ninja ♥ drop-shipp ♥ earthbellamy ♥ enoughtotemptme♥

f-j

fanficjackieoh ♥ filipinoblakes ♥ fishingfortuna ♥ fourfinick ♥ goldenheadfreckledheart ♥ graunders ♥ griffin-and-blake ♥ haelblake ♥ haemostatic ♥ hailbellarke ♥ haimaee ♥ heroau ♥ honeyedslumber​ ♥ hooksandheroics​ ♥ imconfusedfool​ ♥ infiniteshadowgods​ ♥  intevstellar​ ♥ jchnmurqhy​ ♥ jenarchis​ ♥

k-o

katannna ♥ kay-emm-gee ♥ keywordlydia ♥ kimkahchu ♥ kingsbellamy♥ lackingstealth ♥ laviecammecicammeca ♥ lightvase​ ♥ lindseymorqan​ ♥ lordmxrphy​ ♥ lushatrocity​ ♥ lydia-martin​ ♥ madbutgloriouspond​ ♥ maryam0revna​ ♥ mr-blake​ ♥ msliatate​ ♥ nathenmiller​♥ notmylady​ ♥ ochtavias​ ♥ octaviablaik​ ♥ octavianhadasister​ ♥  octaviaromanoff​ ♥ oktevia​♥

p-t

polysexualbarryallen ♥ queenofchildren ♥ rashaka ♥ rcyes​♥ realaddictedgeek ♥ ridingbellamyblake ♥ saviourblake ♥ simplyslc ♥ skaiskru ♥ sky-girls  ♥stephiiechee ♥ stilinslxi ♥ stydixmartinski​ ♥ supremequeenofthenerds​ ♥ svnsbaks​ ♥ swansprate ♥ tangledseas ♥ theconfunduscharm ​♥ thefangirlingbarista ♥ thetwilightowl ♥ tigerreyes ♥

u-z

uhstydias ♥ underbellamy​ ♥ what-is-life-man ♥ wullgorski ♥

And in case I missed out anyone, here’s my blogroll!

[izzylghtwood]

the 100: *starts major character development for raven*

the 100: *completely leaves raven out of the next episode*

[nickclarq]

blog rates ??

helloo i have never done blog rates before but i’m really close to my next hundred anD i’m also really bored so 

 rules: 

mbf me

reblog this pls

send me an ask with your fav song or just a hello

form thing under the cut!!

url: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | clarke griffin

icon:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | lydia martin

posts/theme:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | kala dandekar

overall:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | raven reyes

am i following?: noo but ily | now i am | yes forever

[mikrokosmqs]

USER AESTHETICS

hiii

since i survived first semester at uni and its holiday and last time i was doing it, it was fun sooo i decided to do another round

rules:

- follow me?

- reblog this post

- send me short description about yourself and things you like for your aesthetics (ex: colors, appearance, activities, interests, books, place, style, etc). you can also send me your personal tag / profile page

- *optional* send me your favorite quote which describe you

- thats all!

it might take days for me and i’ll message you if ive already done yours. i’ll be doing this until january 6. here to see my previous works

have a nice day ^^ 

[blueganszey]

i’m one away from my next hundred but my followers keep dropping like flies sos

[anathemadevice]

so season three is among us and as we all know the current state of canon, i think its a good idea to have a safe space to talk about this beautiful rebel king!

rules

do you love bellamy blake? fantastic! :D 

mbf me

reblog this post (and get it to at least 40 notes!)

fill out this survey

be repectful

what you get

a safe, super amazing group of lovely people who also love bellamy blake

a place to share your selfies/promos/tumblr awards/whatever

a group chat to talk about new episodes, favorite bell scenes, and anything else you want!

i’ll be accepting around 20-30 members depending on how many people enter :D

[goldenheadfreckledheart]

Mini Fics + Free Cookies

I did this a while ago and had a lot of fun with it, and since I'm lacking fic inspiration lately I thought I’d do it again!

What to do: 

send me a pairing + a situation/setting/prompt (bellarke preferred, but any ship within the 100 is cool)

reblog this, please!

it would be cool if you were following me, but it’s not at all necessary

that’s literally it 

What you get: 

my eternal gratitude tbh 

but actually a 3-10 sentence fic, full of fluff

+ compliments for u and ur rad blog

(blacklist ‘lexi does mini fics’)

P.S. I’ll start on these once I have a few, and I’ll be doing them over the next couple days, so if I don’t do yours right away, fear not.

[fumerosmelissa]

Hey can you guys recommend some shows or movies with Badass women?