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Bellamy’s Scream

Hey, peeps, I think most of us are fully aware that it’s Octavia that Bellamy is screaming about. 

But, some of us still like to act like extra shippers because it’s fun. I think it’s okay to hope that it’s about Clarke, even though we’re like 90% certain it’s about Octavia. 

Who knows… maybe we’re all wrong and it’s BOTH CLARKE AND OCTAVIA he’s devastated about. 

Either way, it’s just fun to finally expect there to be A LOT of shipper moments between Bellarke this season, and we’re all just having fun being giddy about it. 


This random fashion sketches I did of some gen 2 squibs for no real reason! Camille belongs to @inklingleesquidly Nebula belongs to @agenttwo and @myzzy Justinian belongs to @agent-7-at-your-service

“Promise me a place in your house of memories.” - A Forwood Fanmix (55min)


1. The Run and Go - Twenty One Pilots (You’ll have to watch me struggle, from several rooms away, but tonight I’ll need you to stay.) // 2. Longest Night - Howie Day (You and I, caught in a fading light, on the longest night.) //  3. Sidekick - Walk The Moon (Well it just occurred to me the one that I need could be right here by my side.) // 4.You Make Me Feel - Cobra Starship (What I been missing in my life, what I been dreaming of, you’ll be that girl.) // 5. A Drop in the Ocean - Ron Pope (A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather. I was praying that you and me might end up together.) // 6. Shelter - Birdy (I find shelter in this way, under cover, hide away. Can you hear when I say, I have never felt this way?) //  7. Tear in my Heart - Twenty One Pilots (She’s the tear in my heart, take me higher, than I’ve ever been.) // 8. When the Day Met the Night - Panic! At The Disco (When the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky.) // 9. Ho Hey - The Lumineers (I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart.) // 10. Mirrors - Justin Timberlake (Cause I don’t wanna lose you now. I’m lookin right at the other half of me. The vacancy that sat in my heart, is a space that now you hold.) // 11. Proof - Paramore (It’s really hard. I can’t cry in your arms, cause you’re not here. It’s not your fault, and if it was I wouldn’t care.) // 12. Demons - Imagine Dragons (Don’t wanna let you down, but I am hell bound. Though this is all for you, don’t wanna hide the truth.) // 13. Say Something - A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera (I’ll be the one if you want me to. Anywhere I would’ve followed you. Say something, I’m giving up on you.) // 14. Au Revoir - OneRepublic (Let’s play a game, where all of the lives we lead can change. Let’s play a game, where nothing that we can see, the same.) // 15. House of Memories - Panic! At The Disco (And when your fantasies, become your legacy, promise me a place in your house of memories.)


Reever: The present I really want is for you to do your work properly for me every day. (Not cake.)
(<– Arrow: *hasn’t slept in five days*)

Komui: Reeverrr, you say that every year—-★ (Ahahahahaa~)

An Officer and A Bounty Hunter

Killian is in the Navy on leave. Emma is a bailbonds person looking for a skip in Vegas. One strange night leads to a marriage but this one is to scam the government. Welcome to my very long married in Vegas/fake married CS AU oneshot. A very, very, very late birthday present for @tnlph. Beta by the most excellent @capitaine-odette
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In her 28 years Emma Swan had woken up with some killer hangovers–some of them accompanied by a warm body and an unknown bed–but this was the first time she had woken to a glass of water and some aspirin on the bed stand. It made her smile in the grey light of the hotel room. Dimly she registered the sound of the shower as she sat up slowly and reached for the short tumbler. She downed half the glass before she noticed the diamond ring on her finger. She choked and began to splutter getting water all over the sheets. Once she managed to get a lungful of air she put her head in her hands and groaned; the memories were coming back.

The dark club where she had gone to catch her skip but he had never showed. The blue-eyed, black haired guy in a leather jacket that had approached her with a swagger that had her rolling her eyes. She let him buy her a drink anyway.

Then things got fuzzy.

She knew they danced and shared one mind-blowing kiss but she can’t remember when or in which club. The next clear memory she had was sitting with him at Fatburger laughing as she ate onion rings. He had told her a story about his training in the Navy. As if on cue a male voice singing about drunken sailors came drifting from the shower. Emma groaned.

Killian Jones. The name came to her suddenly. It was a relief to have a name even if it led to her thinking if she liked the sound of Emma Jones. Her stomach rolled. She lifted her hand and stared at the ring as she tried to remember the wedding. But the next memory she had was of stumbling into her hotel room, giggling (she never giggled) and kissing and then sleeping. The fact that she was still in her tight red dress from the night before confirmed the memory.

Emma felt both disappointed and elated that they hadn’t had sex. Was it easier to annul a wedding if it wasn’t consummated? Was consummation still a thing courts cared about? She was pretty sure Vegas marriages were at least easy to get out of. Not that she had any experience with weddings, Emma had never had a relationship that lasted more than a month since Neal left her heartbroken, pregnant, and in jail. She didn’t believe in needing people and she especially didn’t believe in lifelong commitments made in formal wear. But the question remained; how had she ended up married in Vegas?

“Good morning, beautiful.” The thick, low voice startled her from her thoughts. She looked up to see Killian–her husband–wrapped in a white robe with a smile on his face that told her that he at least had no regrets.

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