cw are trying to kill me

okay no but listen…. mon-el kind of has to die?? he has served no other purpose this season except to prop up Rhea’s super villain story line. no other character has benefited from him being around (i would actually argue they’ve all been negatively affected by him being around). his character will be fucking useless going into the next season, there is no reason to keep him. Winn, James, Alex, Maggie, J’onn, Lena, Cat, all of them still serve or at least have the capability or serving a purpose to the story line, and Mon-el is just completely pointless after Rhea is defeated… Plus, if you REALLY wanted to go there, then when you think about them trying to cause pain to Kara by killing off a character, the most pain comes by the boyfriend dying so… 

tl;dr: mon-el is dying tomorrow, Monday 22nd May 8/7c on the CW and you cannot tell me otherwise.

anonymous asked:

Hey April! You're are always so critical, and I love your opinions and how sure you are when you're talking about it. So I was wondering, why do you ship Bellarke? I would love to read your reasons.

Why do I ship Bellarke? The basic reason:

The show wants me to. They’ve been setting up the story of Bellarke (both as individuals and as a couple) since the first Season. 

The more complicated reason:

I very rarely see a relationship on TV (and especially the CW) as carefully crafted as Bellarke has been. It’s enemies to friends to lovers done right. Bellamy and Clarke began as antagonists in a world that was trying to kill them all and struggled to overcome the inherent class differences (which is why Clarke has problematic white savior tendencies, btw) in order to create a co-leadership dynamic that was so great to look at. 

By the time the Season 1 finale rolled around, we had two individuals who didn’t just need what the other offered (Bellamy brought heart to the table, while Clarke brought logic) they wanted it and recognized that together their potential for leadership was so much greater than individually. This is the Season where Need and Trust are established in their relationship.

In Season 2, we spend the first half watching them literally fight to get back to one another? And when they are reunited? It’s explosive. Then we watch them go on their separate journeys over the rest of the Season, both struggling to find a balance inside themselves (and both failing). Without each other, both lose help and both find that their leadership is just not as effective. This is the Season where Love is established (definitively on Clarke’s part) in their relationship.

Season 3 was rough for us, I’ll give you that. Our ship spent the first half of the Season seemingly on opposite sides (I say seemingly because when push came to shove, they were both doing what they thought was necessary to save their people) of a war. They’d both found love with other individuals (Gina and L/xa) and both were happy with those two, even if just for a moment. 

However, I’d argue that both Gina and L/xa represent the same thing for Bellamy and Clarke. A love that was true and real, absolutely, but that was also an escape. Neither Clarke or Bellamy were their true selves when they were with L/xa and Gina. Both refused outright to discuss their trauma with their love interests (also of note-L/xa’s refusal to discuss parts of her own past with Clarke), both love interests existed in a world apart from the horrors that Bellamy and Clarke were dealing with on an every day basis (Bellamy about Gina- “Gina was real.”, Clarke about L/xa- “L/xa was special.”) and both love interests were murdered (notably wounded in almost the exact same ironic way-Gina, an Arkadian (technologically advanced), killed by stab wound to the abdomen, L/xa, a Grounder (technology resistant), killed by a gunshot wound to the abdomen).

With each other however, Bellamy and Clarke don’t have to put up a front. They’ve witnessed the trauma the other has suffered and in most cases, have been a participant (Charlotte, the Ring of Fire, The Mt. Weather Irradiation, etc). They are the only two people in their world who truly know the weight of the actions they’ve committed because they’ve committed them together. It’s why Clarke felt confident she could leave Bellamy at the end of Season 2, it’s why Bellamy felt comfortable opening up to Clarke in 108, it’s why they had that “moment” in 403, it’s why their leadership (and their relationship) is front and center in Season 4. 

Clarke and Bellamy can only be real, can only be their true, vulnerable selves, can only show how broken they are with each other. Without each other, they falter, just look at 404. Look at Bellamy, who is telling Kane that he is hopeless and compare that to the Bellamy of 403, who tells Clarke he has hope because they’re still breathing. Look at Clarke, who in Episodes 401-3 was been able to present a strong front to the public (even if she’s unsure in private) and compare that to the Clarke of 404 who is visibly worried, who doesn’t know how to fix the anger of the mob, who has to be saved by Jaha. 

I love Bellamy and Clarke because they are complete with each other in a way they’ve never been with anyone else. I just….love them.

  • <p> <b>Me:</b> im ok<p/><b>Me *internally*:</b> Why do the writers of sg now want an abuse victim to turn like her abusers? Don't they know she is far too good to turn like that? She just wants her company to be a force of good, why are they stealing Smallville's plots? Kara not going from "Being human keeps me grounded" to "Since my boyfriend, who treated me like shite, is gone, I no longer want to be human!!11!!!!", why can't the cw understand character development, and healthy relationships? Why are they making Maggie say yes, when they knew Floriana wasn't coming back? Why are they going to make her meet her father again, and possibly try to repair their relationship? Why are the abuse victims, pocs, lgbt+, strong female characters, etc. always treated like garbage in the CW? Why did they insist on Mon-El being a womanizer, misogynistic, abusive, shithead? Instead of making him more like the comics, where Lar Gand was great? just, why?<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

#TONY'S CORPORATE BACKGROUND (TM) #FUCKING SHOWS IN HIS STANCE yes i'm listening please elaborate

Confident Business Executive Power Pose my friend

  • head up
  • shoulders back
  • stomach in

and, more interestingly, in tony’s case: as a wannabe entrepreneur going through training and seminars and stuff, i was personally advised that, if i think my hands might betray lack of confidence (trembling, fidddling with shit, excessive face-touching, etc), i should keep them loosely out of sight or try to talk using them, while compromising chest openness as little as possible (ie, don’t fold your arms across your chest) (which, by the way, tony does A LOT throughout all movies, and it’s a huge huge huge hugE defensiveness/insecurity body language tell, but anyway, that’s a whole other post)

(gifset source)

tony seems to be pretty aware that his hands are the achilles’ heel of his Fake Confidence ™, and indeed 

check out that right hand. if you watch it in the movie, you’ll see that he keeps clenching it and unclenching it

the thing with the hands also places tony’s drinking in a very particular place. some alcoholics do develop the compulsion to not only drink (obviously), but also to physically hold a glass when they are feeling pressured, or [whatever emotion that’s associated with the urge to drink]. smokers might develop a similar thing (think about people who hold unlit cigarettes between their fingers even when they’re trying to stop)

(Kill Me, he doesn’t let go even when they’re being attacked. he actually holds on tighter, Kill Me)

also, this stance seems to be particularly prominent in avengers movies, which implies that this is where tony’s felt the most conscious urge to deliberately project confidence

which, you know. clearly means he was feeling insecure as fuck the whole time

His Girl - Part 3 ✘ Sebastian Smythe Imagine ✘

✘ A/N: I saw that A LOT of people weren’t seeing this, so I’ll repost it today and post the part 4 tomorrow!

I HAD SO MUCH FUN WHILE I WAS WRITING HIS PERFORMANCE!

Hope you guys like it  

AAAAAAAA, THE SONG’S NAME IS ‘’IF IT KILLS ME’’.

Thanks @lyss-91 for beta

Part 4 is the last one, guys :/

✘ Summary: Sebastian sees his ex girlfriend (the person he’s still in love with, by the way) dating a New Directions’s guy, Sam Evans. Of course, Sebastian is going to get his girl back, after all, she’s his girl. She always was and always will be. And he’s hers. Which doesn’t mean they’ll be back at the first look.

Originally posted by in-fandom-wonderland

Thinking about stupid you could be, you walked into Dalton Academy. You knew you should not be here, but you just couldn’t say no or resist it.

After you didn’t respond to Sebastian’s last message, he sent you a text in the next morning, calling you to see him and the Warblers rehearse, even quoting the word friend with an emoji rolling their eyes at the end. You loved listening to Sebastian sing and, to be honest with yourself, you were already missing him. The moment between the two of you last night only intensified the feeling that had never left your soul. But unfortunately, you knew you could not do anything about it.

But, hey, what was the bad thing about watching him sing?

No harm, right?

As soon as you entered their training room, the Warblers were already beginning to do the back-up. Sebastian smiled at you and you smiled back, sitting in one of the chairs. A few seconds later, he began to sing.

Hello, tell me you know

Yeah, you figured me out

Something gave it away

It would be such a beautiful moment

To see the look on your face

To know that I know that you know now

You blushed, the beginning of the song reminding you of last night. Sebastian smirked at your reaction and you mentally cursed him, of course he had planned it.

And baby that’s a case of my wishful thinking

You know nothing

Cause you and I

Why, we go carrying on for hours, on and

We get along much better

Than you and your boyfriend

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the verse that he had just sang.

Well all I really wanna do is love you

He approached you, looking into your eyes, as if you were the only person in the room, no matter how clichéd it sounded. Sebastian smiled brightly, something rare since he normally smiled cocky, ironic and/or convinced.

A kind much closer than friends use

But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through

Then you knew that it wasn’t just about the moment in the last night, but about the things you both have been through.

And all I really want from you is to feel me

As the feeling inside keeps building

All of the Warblers started to sing:

And I will find a way to you if it kills me

If it kills me

Sebastian placed his hands on her heart, moving his legs as the Warbles began to dance in tune behind him. He spun around and walked back, joining his companions in the dance.

The Warbler Capitan started to sing a solo, his eyes locked on you.

How long, can I go on like this

Wishing to kiss you

He looked at your lips and licked his as you bit your own lower lip.

Before I rightly explode?

Well this double life I lead isn’t healthy for me

Sebastian moved his fingers in a ‘’no’’ and pouted, making you giggle.

In fact it makes me nervous

If I get caught I could be risking it all

Baby there’s a lot that I miss

In case I’m wrong

Again, the Warblers started to sing, but Sebastian didn’t, he just approached you.

Well all I really wanna do is love you

A kind much closer than friends use

But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through

And all I really want from you is to feel me

As the feeling inside keeps building

And I will find a way to you if it kills me

If It kills me

If it kills me

This time, the French boy sang alone while the Warblers danced and made backup vocals.

If I should be so bold

Jett, one of the Warblers, jumped back, spinning his body. You smiled impressed, but then Sebastian’s hands holding yours turned your attention to him.

I’d ask you to hold my heart in your hand

Seb smirked and put your hand on his chest, your reflex and ‘’no-thinking-mode’’ made you caress his chest, and his smile grew bigger and truly, no smirking needed right now.

Tell you from the start how I’ve longed to be your man

But I never said I would

I guess I’m gonna miss my chance again

The Warblers, including Sebastian sang

All I really wanna do is love you

A kind much closer than friends use

But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through

And all I really want from you is to feel me

As the feeling inside keeps building

And I will find a way to you if it kills me

If it kills me

If it kills me

It was kind of hard to say if Sebastian was singing or talking:

I think it might kill me

Sebastian smirked and looked at you, now singing his solo.

And all I really wanna do is to feel you

As the feeling inside keeps building

And I will find a way to you if it kills me

If it kills me

It might kill me

At the end, all the Warblers, except Seb, fell to the ground as if they had died. You got up from the chair, but before you could say anything, the New Directions suddenly appeared in the room.

“Stay away from (Y/N), you evil seed!” Santana was the first to speak, Rachel hurrying to her side with Tina.

“Sha-queer-a, how are you? Visiting your relatives in prison a lot?”

“And you, CW hair? Blinding too much people?” She snapped. “Or just trying to get information from new members from New Directions?’’

"We’re getting (Y/N) out of here, and you better not get near her again,” Quinn said, almost like a threat. “Come on, Santana.”

“Like (Y/N) was a property of you, idiots. Why won’t you’all go take a shave? You love it. And take care of your pet trout, because your only talented member can choose whatever she wants. And we know what she’ll choose.” Sebastian smirked and looked at you, his stance convinced showing that he knew exactly what was going on in your head.

‘’What are you talking about, Sebastian?’’ Blaine asked confused, but the New Directions didn’t really pay attention at what Sebastian had just said, he was just a ass who’d say anything to affect they, right?

“She’s going to choose to stay with her boyfriend and her friends, not with a person as low as you.” Kurt smiled wryly at Sebastian, which made him roll his eyes.

“Barbie boy, you get more annoying every time I see you. How is it possible?”

‘’Fine, enough. How did you find me here?“ You looked at Blaine. ’’Blaine…’’

’‘I’m sorry, okay? But you asked me how to get here and I told Kurt, and one thing led to another. I’m really sorry, (Y/N). But I really think we should leave.”

“Apparently, Sebastian has a crush on stealing taken people, and I thought he was just a danger to gays.” Kurt muttered to Rachel, but the rest of you heard. You coughed uncomfortably, more for the little 'story’ between Sebastian, Blaine and Kurt than anything else.

“Well, dear toothless gay, it’s not like your blonde trout has (Y/N).” He smiled wryly, almost angry that someone thought his (Y/N) was Sam’s, even though he knew she 'technically’ was his girlfriend.

“And who has? You?” Tina said, causing Sebastian to raise an eyebrow and making Quinn roll her eyes at how anti-feminist that could sound, but she know it wasn’t meant to this side. Being someone’s doesn’t mean you’re not yours as well, it’s just a way to talk. Some people like it, and some people don’t.

“The Korean girl speaks, that’s a surprise.” Sebastian said.

“She is my girlfriend, Sebastian. Why do we not sort it out now?” Sam said, approaching Sebastian, indicating that they could fight. You rolled your eyes, that had gone too far, causing the Warblers to approach in defense of their captain.

“Right, this is over. You guys shouldn’t have come after me, this is personal.” The mouth of some of the members opened to reply, but you continued. “I didn’t tell anyone because Sebastian called me, and I decided to come. My decision, he did not force me into anything. And it’s not like I’m an object, I belong to myself and make my own decisions before anything. And no one is going to fight for anyone here, it’s not the 90’s. Let’s go.” You started walking as soon as you finished your speech, not sure what to feel after all this. You gave Sebastian one last look before start walking.

Then, you left.

You left him.

Again.  

Thief (Part 6)

Pairing: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Light Smut (PG13)

AN: We’re getting to the end of my plotted out map for this story, so I hope you all enjoy this part. Also, my editing seems to have gone to shit so if anyone knows anyone who would be willing to do some Beta work with me please let me know? I’m happy to work with people as well on a back and forth basis. 

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Fuck it all to hell, you had told Finn, told him so many times that you’d felt like a parrot. It was only to be him and Clarke at this meeting with Anya. Just like Anya would only bring you and her second. Of course you’d been naïve to think either of them would keep their word. Clarke had definitely brought more than just Finn and Anya had brought a whole horde of warriors.

It had been inevitable at that point that someone was going to get an itchy finger and fire without meaning to. Unfortunately, that person had been on Clarke and Finn’s side. Bullets had rained down on your people and you had all retreated back with untrusting eyes falling on you. Why had you let Finn talk you into this? You were going to pay for how badly this had all turned out.

Tris had been hit with one of those bullets and from the sickly pale colour of Anya’s second you doubted she would be recovering anytime soon. No one within your own tribe had the medical skills to heal bullet wounds. Poison and arrow’s yes, but bullets? There was a reason why you had been sent to steal the vast majority of their ammunition.

“Y/N?”

You jerked at Anya’s voice coming from behind you, turning to look into your leaders face. She looked tired and more than a little bit concerned for Tris.

“I need you to do something for me”

“What is it?”

“Scouts brought in Clarke and Finn earlier on this morning, I need you to go to the sky people’s camp. Keep that boy in the walls”

“That boy?” you asked curiously then continuing “you haven’t hurt them Anya?”

“I haven’t and I won’t as long as the girl succeeds in healing Tris” folding her arms across her chest she levelled her gaze on you, tiredness banished “You are to keep Bellamy Blake within the walls of that camp Y/N. I don’t care how you do it, but he needs to stay away”

“You don’t care how I do it?” Anya had a tone to her voice that you didn’t like, it implied something about your relationship with Bellamy that you hadn’t even admitted to yourself yet. “You sound like you have some idea about what needs doing Anya”

“Don’t try and cover up your feelings for them Y/N” her face pinched into a look of distaste. “It’s impossible to miss how you talk about them all of a sudden, your becoming more like Lincoln day after day”

“I am nothing like him”

Anya simply shrugged her shoulders “at this moment in time I don’t care what you believe, in fact your fondness for them is helping my immediate goals. Go, keep Bellamy occupied enough to leave Finn and Clarke here”

You wanted to keep pressing, to try and get some sort of guarantee out of Anya that she wouldn’t hurt Finn or Clarke. However, you knew Anya to well to think that you were going to succeed in that respect instead you would take what she had given already. “When do you want me to go?”

“Now” Anya held out your coat, the dark green one that allowed you to blend so well into the back drop of the forest. “As long as you can Y/N”

“As long as I can” you slipped into the coat flicking the hood up over your hair and doing up the buttons.

You knew that when Anya said now she meant now you didn’t bother looking back to try and get any sort of glimpse at Finn or Clarke instead simply taking off for the borders of the forest. Stealing wasn’t your only skill nor was slipping ropes. You could also move almost inhumanely fast through the forest; it was a talent you hadn’t been able to teach to anyone else. The way you jumped over the undergrowth and missed hazards around you. All of it added up to the fact that reaching the sky peoples camp would have taken others hours but took you only one.

Movement was frantic around the camp and you could see hordes of kids running around seemingly unsure of what they should do. Who you couldn’t see was Bellamy though, the one person who you were supposed to be distracting.

Distracting, that was the interesting word. What exactly was distracting Bellamy going to take and just how far were you willing to go to uphold Anya’s orders.

You stayed in the trees for a moment scouting out time in the guard’s rotation to slip through the tunnel and into the camp. From the edge of the tunnel it was easy enough to skirt around the edges of the camp and tents to towards the one you knew was Bellamy’s. You were taking a guess that that was where he might be, planning what to do next. From the outside you couldn’t hear any voices so taking the risk that he was going to be on his own you slipped inside.

Your luck apparently was holding because sure enough Bellamy was sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands staring down at the floor. “I’m not in the mood for another lecture Clarke”

He didn’t know that Clarke had gone yet, that was good. “Then it’s a good job I’m not Clarke”

He jerked, jumping up from his bed to spin around staring over at you. “Y/N”

“In the flesh” you pushed your hood down revealing your face to him, smiling softly at his visible surprise. “Sorry for skipping out on you again, but I did promise to be back”

“What are you doing here?”

Slowly you undid the buttons of your coat dropping it to the floor as you came over to a still tense Bellamy. “You tried to kill Anya, you nearly did kill Tris”

“Tris?”

“Anya’s second. She isn’t happy”

“Do you really think that bothers me?” he snapped out anger filtering over his features as he stared down at you.

“I think it should” you took the final step towards him so your bodies were only inches apart. “I think if it honestly doesn’t than your more stupid than I thought and that’s just…disappointing”

Bellamy reached up grabbing your arms and squeezed to such an extent that it was almost painful. “I’m only going to ask you once more Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“Can I not want to see you?” his nostrils flared at that, he wanted it to be true you could see it on his face. He wanted to believe that you wanted to see him. It was interesting, it seemed that Bellamy was fighting just as hard as you were to deny that there was anything but hostility between the two of you. That the chemical pull you felt towards him didn’t actually exist. You slowly raised your hand up to rest your hand against his chest, you could feel his heart beat accelerating under your touch. “I did want to see you again Blake”

“But?”

“But that’s not the whole reason”

You’d reached a crossroads, right now in this moment your life could go one of two directions. You could do as you had been raised to protect Anya and not tell him that is was likely that Clarke and Finn were both going to die at the hands of your people. Or you could tell him the truth, you could betray your people and you could take the final step towards living a life like Lincoln lived.

“I need to know something from you before I tell you”

“Need to know what?” Bellamy’s grip loosened on your arms but he didn’t completely let go of you, almost like he was scared that you were going to vanish once more.

“Would you have killed Lincoln? If I hadn’t gotten him out of this camp. Would you have killed my friend?”

He went silent, eyes flicking down from your face to instead stare down at the floor. “No” he whispered out. “Is that what you want to hear? That your enemies are weak. That I wouldn’t have been able to kill him when it came down to the end”

“I don’t think your weak” you moved your hand up from his chest, tracing his collar bone and up his neck to lift his chin so you could stare into his eyes once more. “I don’t think mercy is weakness Bellamy. On the contrary I think it takes more courage to show forgiveness” lifting yourself up onto your toes you pressed your lips against Bellamy’s.

Unlike the first time you had kissed him Bellamy didn’t stay motionless for long. His hands went to your hips pulling your body up to his own, then wrapped around your waist. One large hand splayed out on the base of your back and the other moved up to tunnel into your hair.

Your body lit up like it was one fire, Bellamy’s touch sending shivers over your skin and made your brain vacate the premises. You barely managed to wrench yourself back under control breaking away from his lips.

“Wait Bellamy, I’m a distraction” you gasped out gripping onto his shirt. “I’m a distraction”

“A distraction?” his own eyes were still unfocused with lust as he kept you wrapped in his arms.

“Anya, she has Clarke and Finn. If Clarke can’t save her second, she’ll kill them. I’m the distraction”

Bellamy tensed but surprising you he still didn’t let go of you or try and restrain you. “Why are you telling me this?”

You bit your lip staring up at him. “Because sometimes mercy is most courageous thing you can do”

People will reach for anything

To hate on Iris West. Oh, she has no agency. The show gives her agency and now the show is “all about her.” Yeah, you’re not fooling anyone with your obvious bias but the thing is…why isn’t more people actually judging Barry on his bullshit. And let’s be CLEAR, Barry be on some Bull and shit and if it wasnt for the people around him, especially Iris, then he would be nothing but a failure. The man has LITERALLY went back in time again and again… saying I love you then up and disappearing. He pity parties himself and prostrates constantly from HIS mistakes without any consideration of the heartbreak he’s left in his wake with his friends and Iris. Then he zooms in and expects everything to just be better because he wills it so. I love Barry Allen, but I don’t ignore the fact that he is unconsciously selfish and oblivious to other people’s feelings. One is allowed to call him out on his bullshit, especially the person who has to pick everyone up afterwards. Just because someone had a reason for their actions doesn’t mean they’re right or should be easily forgiven. If Barry hadn’t tried to play God with time in the first place he never would have had to save the city by going into the Speed force. HE created Flashpoint and played with peoples lives. Cisco had his beef with Barry for his actions, Caitlin half turned into KF and called Barry out on his actions, but God forbid Iris does because that’s just her being “Bitchy”.

Yet Caitlin can try to kill the entire team and people fall backwards over themselves trying to defend her actions.

Come on, really? If you’re not going to call everyone else out then stfu and stop watching the show because The Flash IS Westallen and has been since the days of the comics so why anyone is shocked is beyond me. She is the other half of his coin the same way Spiderman and Mary Jane dominate each others arcs.

It’s just ridiculous at this point. I guess that’s the caveat of watching a CW show, you gotta deal with so many children acting childish. Mad because a woman is responsible, taking ownership of her emotions, acknowledging when she’s wrong, leading and teaching herself what it means to lead while cultivating the team to help people as well as forgiving those who’ve hurt her…yeah she’s so the worst kinda person. 😑😑😑

And stop tagging that shit Westallen and pretending like you don’t know why your comments end up in the happy tag. Just tag anti Westallen and stay in your. lane

As It Seems: Chapter 15

Table of Contents

Según Parece: Lista De Contenidos

Summary: Sam comes and mediates between you, Dean, and Crowley while you discuss theories about what’s going on

Word Count: 3041

Warnings: None

Beta’s by: @kclaire1 who is amazing for weathering all of my weird spazzy freaked-out emails about writers block and general life craziness!

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~~Reader’s POV~~

“Hey,” Sam nodded at us when he sat down next to Crowley.

After I’d hung up with Addy, we’d called Sam and had him meet us at a diner in town. Dean set Crowley’s nose as well as he could and we ignored his complaints the entire way to the diner.

“Finally.” Crowley’s voice was much more nasally than normal, which would have been funny if he hadn’t just threatened my niece’s life. “The level-headed one arrives.”

“What happened to your nose?”

“I broke it,” I answered.

Sam just raised an eyebrow and looked between the three of us. “Looks like you should have called me sooner.”

“Honestly, I should have done worse.”

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One More - Jughead x Veronica

This was requested!
To be honest, I really struggled writing this (as you can tell by its dismal length); we barely get any Jughead/Veronica interaction in the show!
It ended up having more of a friendship vibe but I suppose you can read into it any way you want.
I apologise if it is sub-par. I tried.


“The Blue And Gold seems to be going pretty well,” Veronica remarks idly as she gazes at the stacks of the school paper at their office.

“You and Betty did a good job with the playbook,” Jughead nods, looking slightly impressed, “Breaking and entering huh?”

“No one messes with a Lodge,” she grins, looking victorious.

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So I saw a new cardiologist today who was immediately horrified by what the fatphobic one did

He took one look at my file and realized I’d never had high blood pressure, the medicines the other doctor had put me on for my “chronic high blood pressure” put me in the hospital for three days and then in the ER again when he doubled down on them

And it turns out I have POTS. Just like I kept telling the other doctor to investigate because i have orthostatic problems.

I thought I was going to die. The med reactions felt like I was dying, and the other doctor just kept giving me more of them and said that if it didn’t work they’d have to try open heart surgery, but it could kill me.

I THOUGHT I HAD A SUBSTANTIAL CHANCE OF DYING.

And honestly? If I’d’ve stayed on those meds, it might’ve killed me. He was playing games my already-messed up cardiovascular system and could’ve damaged my heart.

I literally could have DIED because of his fatphobia. I thought I was going to. Because he didn’t think he needed to see anything but my weight on my chart.

If there was any indication that Iris should just go the fuck away it’s in The Flash Reborn. I can’t her constant whining, bitching, crying and treating the team like they were idiots when she herself was not offering any solutions to help. She even went against Cisco for trying to bring Barry back, what? She wants Barry gone forever? And give me a break with this “boss lady” shit. Her barking and stretching her fingers on a computer screen can be done by an infant. This woman is literally so useless I want to throw up. Please kill this bitch. I almost got excited when the Samurai took her away and thought he snapped her neck mid-flight.
—  Anonymous

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Young Justice fanfic recommendations?

Hey hey hey guess who’s about to drop some YJ fics on everyone??? It’s me, that’s who. Anyways, a good place for YJ content is @youngjusticeweek , a project I did after S3 was announced. I never ended up being able to finish updating the blog because of stuff going down IRL but there’s still a bunch of fics on there :)

A Thousand Days Later (G)

I rec’d this anst-monster earlier but it’s one of my favourite fics of all time so here we go again! Going to put the description of this one in again: It’s been three years. Three years since the North Pole. Three years since Wally vanished. His former teammates, heartbroken by the loss, aggressively pre-empted their mentors to create a new world. A better world. Under their rule, the Earth has no crime, no violence…and no choice. Still, pockets of resistance gather under the surface, waiting to make their move and take back their world. And when Wally returns, thrust into this new and strange world by the energy that should have killed him, how will his presence change every plan laid over the past thousand days? AKA that one time travel fic where Wally doesn’t die and the Team becomes the Justice Lords. 19 chapters, 68936 words.

Young Justice Week 2016 (Series)

This is @thelittleredheadedmusician ‘s fic collection for YJ week. They’re all super good and I love each and every one. 7 Works.

A Year of Happiness (G)

It’s set up to be a bunch of holiday-themed bluepulse oneshots of the first year after Wally is gone. Honestly it’s really cute so far. Unfinished. 1147 words

Perfect Arrangements (T)

Hey look yet another Bluepulse fic. It’s not like I read them constantly or anything. Anyways, I like the description on this one so I’m just going to put that here; It had seemed logical, practical even, for them to become roommates. They were already familiar with the others’ annoying habits, they liked the same snack food, and they were comfortable around each other. It was the perfect arrangement, aside from one minor caveat. Bart fell in love. 4689 words

So You’re Like My Ninja Girlfriend? (T)

Slowly sliding in here with some spitfire because I love those nerds. Anyways, it’s a highschool AU but Artemis is an assassin and she’s supposed to kill Wally and MAN my emotions. Unfinished. 2 chapters. 7012 words

Target Aquired (G)

AND MORE BLUEPULSE! Anyways, this is a short and lowkey fluffy bluepulse fic bout their first kiss. 301 words

Busted (G)

Cough more bluepulse cough. Bart keeps trying to break into peoples rooms in search of chicken whizees and makes Jaime play lookout. 566 words

Gravity, Release Me (T)

I am just going to shut up about the fact that this is bluepulse and supply you with a summary. Okay so this is supposed to be the first part in a CW-verse YJ AU (there aren’t other parts yet or I’d link the series) that happens to be ridiculously cute. Takes place the first night back after they save the world. 1739 words.

Someone’s Gotta Help Me Dig (T)

A Zatanna x Artemis (snaibsel!! woot woot!!) 5 + 1 fic about the girls getting shovel talks. Set after S2 I’m pretty sure. 2883 words

The Team - Group Chat (Series) (G)

Basically Wally starts a team group chat and there’s a bunch of shenanigans. 2 works.

Midway Between The End And The Start (T)

Spitfire and some Dick/Zatanna. A College AU that was kind of inspired by Miraculous Ladybug. Artemis and Zatanna are roomies and so are Dick and Wally. Basically shenanigans both in and out of costumes with Artemis and Wally not knowing the others secret identities. 15439 words


“young justice” fics. lmao my dear anon I think you meant bluepulse. Oops.

anonymous asked:

If they try to use Lima leaving to bring Wood back full time, fly me to CW headquarters so I can start swinging

nah lmao killing off their most popular canon ship AND bringing back the most unpopular character would literally end the show right there and then