#t100 spoilers

[zoomingupthathill]

I am rewatching t100 for the millionth time, bc my brain doesn't have the capacity to do much more BUT it always gets to me when they put Abby in the cell they kept her daughter. RUDE

[laufire]

I was so caught up in the euphoria of a good ass cannibalism plot* that i forgot Tai might’ve sleep-walked through it until I saw a post in my dash the next day and. I’ve been AGONIZING over that concept. this shit is SO good and SO gutting.

[fabfabanni]

Dungeons & Daddies fic 3/∞ (season 1&2 spoilers)

Part three to my Grant & Marco origins fic. I almost don't hate this :D If you see typos or grammatical errors no you don't, English is my second language gimme a break <3

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I lean right and ease off the throttle, guiding my motorcycle into Dad’s driveway. The engine hums under me for a moment longer as I come to a halt and I flick the switch to silence it. I find the kickstand with my foot and prop the bike up. The hum of the ride-on lawn mower greets me when I take off my helmet. Next comes Dad’s singing. This is his favourite thing to do on a Saturday morning, belt out Taylor Swift and make funny shapes in the grass with the lawnmower. 

I walk between the house and garage to get to the backyard. It’s small enough it shouldn’t warrant a ride-on mower, but that wasn’t up for discussion. The Craftsman T100 is his prized possession and there’s no way out of it. 

Cupping my mouth with my hands I try to shout and catch his attention. No luck. Soon enough he’ll turn around and see me. I don’t think I’ve ever met a man who’s so unbothered by everything. Even when mom left, it just wasn’t a thing. Well, except for him buying the Craftsman. I guess that was his call for help.

Dad turns around and his eyes light up. “Hi there!” he yells through his music. I wave and wait for him to drive to me and take off his headphones. He has a knowing smile that immediately tells me what’s up. Henry has ratted me out.

 I hug him back, and for a moment there’s just silence in my head. But as I let go, the thoughts come flooding back in. Duty. Doom, but not the game, unfortunately.

“Out with it already,” I say. “We both know what you’re thinking so might as well say it.”

He pulls back and smiles. “Don’t know what you are talking about, son.” Dad takes my helmet and walks ahead to open the back door. “Come on in, I have hot coffee on the stove.” 

He makes the absolute worst coffee. It’s dark and bitter, but it’ll keep you up alright. Luckily his skills in front of the grill compensate for what he lacks in the beverage department. Last summer he bought the Ooni pizza oven, no one made a remark it was his and mom’s wedding anniversary, but it was. The pizzas were good, though.

I take my Fortnite mug and cover the coffee with a long slosh of milk. Visiting this house is a mixed bag. In part, I’m glad Dad hasn’t sold my childhood home. There are good memories too, most before Forgotten Realms. Sparse few after. Often I think it might do us some good to move on. But that’s not Dad’s M.O.

“Beef Jerky?” 

I turn to see Dad seated behind the kitchen island, he’s fiddling with a white plastic dome. I file through our texts in my memory, this must be the dehydrator he was talking about.

“I’m good,” I say, and take a seat opposite him.

“How’s work?” he asks.

“No deaths today as of yet.”

“That’s a grim way to look at it,” he says. 

“It’s a grim world you’ve left us,” I counter.

We sit in silence for a moment. It’s hard to remember what life was like when the sky wasn’t red,  and when my phone buzzing in my back pocket was a reminder of a new mod in the game, not coordinates of a new incursion point. 

“So, Henry-,” dad starts.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” I say on top of him. 

He takes a contemplative sip of his coffee. “Isn’t that why you’re here though? You never come in on Saturdays.”

He’s got me there. 

Before I’m forced to come up with a response, the doorbell rings, followed by a rhythmic knock. I’m saved by the bell. While Dad goes to open the door, I check my phone for any new alerts. None. But there are messages from Marco.

I had fun yesterday (Marco)

I’m at D.A.D.D.I.E.S today, promised to be on call for the weekend. (Marco)

Thinking of you (Marco)

I can feel a blush spreading across my face and neck at the last message. I look up from my phone, and all I see is Dad’s back. I think it might be Uncle Ron he’s talking to. I hear the word business mentioned multiple times. I stare at my phone and try to think of a reply. I didn’t altogether hate our time together. Okay, that’s a lie, I actually enjoyed myself a lot. That’s the scariest thing. 

Me too (Grant)

Which part? (Marco)

What? (Grant)

Which part of my messages are you agreeing with? Did you have fun time or are you thinking of me? (Marco)

Both (Grant)

Be still my beating heart (Marco)

I can’t think of an answer before Dad walks back into the kitchen, carrying a case of beer. The side of it reads “Beer on Tap, Pants on Point”. I shrug it off, I gave up following the details of their brewery probably three re-brandings ago. I lower my phone on the table and take a sip of cold coffee. 

“How’s Uncle Ron?” I ask.

“Oh, he’s okay. On his way to open the TBBE for us.”

That’s Dad and Ron’s bar, The Businessman's Beverage Emporium. I’m not sure what’s up with dads and these abbreviations.

“He asked me to say hello, and remind you that riding a motorcycle is not a sound business decision,” Dad continues. We’ve had this discussion before with Dad, and Ron. If he is allowed to buy a horde of machines to cope with his divorce, surely it’s my prerogative to ride nearly 200 miles an hour on the highway with nothing around me to protect me if I crash. When I get pulled over, all I need to do is to show my D.A.D.D.I.E.S badge and I’ll be soon on my way again. 

My phone buzzes on the counter. I ignore it, thinking it’s Marco. When the alert sounds only seconds after I grab my phone. The message is splayed right on my home screen, accompanied by a loud alert that ignores any silent setting on your phone. Dad stands up and fetches my helmet. They’ve been retired from duty for a few years now. It’s all on us now. 

New incursion point located at the D.A.D.D.I.E.S HQ, all agents report to base.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Clexaweek - Day 2: Trapped AU

Blizzards and Drag Race

It has been a long couple of weeks and all Lexa wants to do tonight is relax on the couch and catch up on Drag Race. Alone. Her roommate is out of town and she has the house to herself for some much-needed peace and quiet. But with a blizzard warning, her roommate's best friend (and ex-roommate) shows up to pick up some things, promptly getting snowed in inside the house with Lexa. Now, if this was anyone else, Lexa wouldn't bat an eye but it's Clarke. The two of them can't stand each other, they never could, and if it was up to Clarke, she would be taking her chances in the snowstorm. Only it's not up to her because there is a wall of snow outside the front door. So, the two are finally forced to spend time together, talking more than they had in the past year combined. And then the power goes out, leaving them both looking for ways to stay warm.

read here || other clexaweek works

107 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

#4

Okay sO this user on wattpad called lexaisntbulletproof stole my baby fic, Unexpected. And the three other fics on their account are also stolen. So after trying to call them out, they blocked me and posted this bullshit story about how I’m an ex-friend who’s messing with them and spreading rumors.

Also the cover art is stolen from @sango-blep

Like. Bestie what the actual fuck. I do not know you. And I do not care who you are. All I care about is that you have my (and other writers’) stories up claiming it to be yours.

So if y’all want to leave a little comment being like stop stealing peoples hard work, I wouldn’t stop you.

121 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#3

the Big Mouth spin off? human resources? i wasn't expecting it to have a love story that last all of one episode that made me almost cry.

123 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

#2

The Lacheys are making bank from stupid straight people. They are fucking capitalizing on how stupid straight people in relationships can be.

304 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Went into the Thor love and thunder tag to reblog some pretty gifsets coz I just saw the movie and I was forced to read some of the worst takes in media history ever and now I’m just angry at how stupid people are.

On the plus side, no spoilers but the movie was incredible. Jokes were On Point and the visuals were great, and the overall plot was very good too.

737 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

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[ponytailcoby]

#the two most important ladies in Bellamy’s life grieving him together

[aeryns]

the way that clarke never got over lexa and i didn’t either

[thelegendofclarke]

am i laughing or crying?!? both?? both.

[izloveshorses]

wells jaha had too many braincells so they had to kill him quickly, otherwise we could’ve avoided half the problems they used for plot, that’s the only explanation 

[heller-obama]

Levitt: *while M-capping Clarke* you’re walking in the desert and a hand reaches out to you. Whose is it?

Clarke:

[ekscelsior]

I cannot lose her, not-- not again!

[trueloveforeverbeautyandthebeast]

The 100 Season Seven Episode Eleven "Etherea" Sypnosis And Promotional Pictures

BELLAMY – Where in the universe is Bellamy Blake (Bob Morley)? Eliza Taylor, Marie Avgeropoulos, Lindsey Morgan, Richard Harmon, Tasya Teles, Shannon Kook, JR Bourne, Shelby Flannery and Chuku Modu also star. Posted on KSiteTV. Aprill Winney directed the episode written by Jeff Vlaming (#710). Original airdate 8/12/2020.

Bob Morley as Bellamy Blake

Jason Diaz as Levitt

[speispy]

echo in the queen’s gambit.

[lunaefall]

What Writers Need to Learn About Subverting Expectations: GoT and The 100

Writers need to learn that shock value or dark and gritty themes for the sake of it doesn't equate to effective plot twists. This new trend of adding shocking twists for the sake of shock has brought in a whole new list of problems in terms of writing in general.

Why did Ned Stark's death work? It's because it had buildup and a message to it — that loyalty, nobility, and morality wouldn't save your life at the end of the day, but rather being clever. His whole arc was about that, it wasn't a bombshell dropped out of nowhere.

Why did Daenerys burning King's Landing down along with its citizens fail? Why was Clarke shooting Bellamy a bad writing choice? It's because none of these were built up, but rather just squished into the plot in an effort to subvert expectations.

I can accept a tragic end, or a bittersweet one. Hell, my favourite Shakespeare play is Hamlet. But the tragedy has to be built up beforehand.

It's not about surprising the audience with a twist alone. It's about building the twist up, throughout the story, without them suspecting anything. And then letting the twist happen.

That's how expectations are subverted.

[ogbellarke]

you may think you're stupid, but just remember jason rothenberg sat down in the 100 writer's room and went "what if bellamy died and clarke was the one who did it?" at least you're not that stupid.

[arkofblake]

another one

LEX STOP I DONT WANT TO CRY TODAY

[ponytailcoby]

#family