otp: he is dead


in which Bellamy and Clarke don’t want to leave each other


Bellamy and Clarke have always been at the center of this show. It has always been the story of — on some level — Clarke and her relationship to Bellamy. And whether they were going to survive or not depended on how well those two human beings worked together — whether romantic or otherwise. (x)

  • simon: *starts drama just by existing*
  • raphael dropping everything and sighing from miles away: i'm coming to fix it, stay where you are

“I was wrong when I said you were a Mikaelson. You’re not a Mikaelson. You don’t have a Mikaelson heart. There’s too much good in you. It’s why I love you.

    “I love you, too.


all my fave anya/giles moments  ( 2/? )

the body hug

{{Snart has been trapped inside the speedforce, and hopes Barry can help him escape. Inspired by tonight’s episode of the Flash. It’s kind of just a sad little drabble without spellcheck, I might try something a little more fine-tuned in the morning.}}

“I thought I already dealt with you?”

“You’re fantasizing about me? How sweet,” Snart drawled, offering that familiar smirk of his. Something was off about him, though. His voice was hoarse and his clothes old, his hair was growing in awkward patches and his bright eyes were uncharacteristically dull. 

“Stop playing games. I’m done dealing with you. We’re leaving,” Barry stated, still supporting Wally’s weight. The younger man groaned his approval, but otherwise contributed nothing.

“I know you are,” Snart snapped. “I want you to take me with you. I need you to get me out of here.”

Barry’s eyes widened and he took a step forward, scrutinizing the figure in front of him. “Snart?”

“The one and only,” Snart croaked, smirking again. Barry’s face lit-up with a smile, and he helped adjust Wally so he was able to stand on his own.

“It’s really you. You’re real…” It was more of a question than a statement.

Snart nodded, “I’ve been stuck in here since I took one for the team a few months ago. I can’t get out. I have to get out.” 

“I never thought I’d be so happy to see you,” Barry grinned, crossing over to Snart. “I thought you were dead…” Barry reached out a hand, slowly placing it on Snart’s shoulder, needing to feel that he was real. He didn’t pull away from the touch. “I’ll get you out of here.”

Snart visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumping as he nearly fell froward. It was then Barry saw how terrible he looked- Aside from the untidy appearance he had long, twisted scratches along the exposed skin of his arms, a bruise that had been hidden in shadow was visible this close, and it marred the left side of his face. The torn parts of his clothing were singed, as if burned. “What happened to you?” Barry’s voice was barely a whisper.

Snart’s eyes turned to his feet, “There was an explosion. I was in the middle of it.” He shrugged, then winced. “I woke up in here. I was stuck in a cycle of the same day, I was–” His voice trailed off. “It changed when you showed up. It stopped.”

Suddenly those blue eyes, even the one marred by the bruise, were starring at Barry with a look of intensity he didn’t recognize. He felt his cheeks heat at the intense way Snart starred at him, but he didn’t break his gaze. “You were the figure it took, the speedforce. The one they used to threaten me. The one that got me to spill my guts.”

“Why are you here?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when we’re home.” Home. Snart smiled at the word, and followed Barry through the corridor, to where a breech was opening at the end. They spilled through, and when Snart hit the ground he did so with a grunt of pain. 

“Barry! Wally!” The team’s voices all mingled together, until one of them finally focused him. “Leonard?” Caitlin approached, and he struggled to sit-up and look at her. “Let’s get you and Wally checked out,” She smiled softly, offering a hand to help him to his feet.

Barry left the apartment with an overnight bag, his vision blurred by the tears he was trying not to shed. He was going to head straight to Cisco’s, avoid talking about it until the morning, just let himself wallow a bit overnight. However he found himself running in the direction of STAR Labs, sliding to a halt in front of his Flash costume.

He wanted to hate it, wanted to hate the rifts it had caused. But he couldn’t blame his powers. He had made the choices on his own, the speed hadn’t done it for him. He didn’t have an alter-ego like Killer Frost living in his head. He was just Barry. Barry Allen.

“Aren’t you a little young for a mid-life crisis?” 

“Snart?” Barry spun around. Snart was leaning against the doorway, his hand holding onto his waist. “You’re here?”

“Snow told me I should stick around until morning. Something about changing my bandages and resting. Better question: Why are you here?”

Barry sighed, turning away from Snart. “I don’t know. I’m not supposed to be. Iris and I are… Not in the best place right now. I guess I was hoping to avoid it for a little while. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

“You’re in luck because I don’t want to hear about it.” Barry laughed.

“You look like shit, Snart. Maybe you should lie down.”

“I’ll pass. I spent the last months of my life relieving the worst day of my life. I’d rather avoid thinking about it for a little while.”

“Oh… We could watch a movie, or something. There’s a killer flat screen in here.”

Snart quirked the brow that wasn’t covered by a thick bruise. “We’re going to pretend to be friends now?”

“We are friends. You’re just going to have to deal with it.” Barry smirked, already lowering the TV screen. Leonard ungracefully walked towards a chair, falling into it. “Now, what do you want to watch?”

“No sappy Nicolas Sparks crap.”

“And I’m assuming movies with explosions are out?” Barry smirked at Snart, who starred blankly back. “Too soon.” Barry turned his attention back to the TV screen, now lit-up with Netflix recommendations. For awhile they sat in silence, Barry occasionally looking over at Snart, who was certainly worse for wear. What the hell had that man seen inside the speedforce.


“Regardless of how people in the real world feel about this work, inside the world of this show, there will be absolutely no discrimination toward the things one loves. I will absolutely protect this world.”Kubo Mitsurou.  

  • Negan: So on a scale of 1 to 10... How jealous did Rick look when I said that I had to get Daryl back?
  • Simon: *who has now grown a beard, has bags under his eyes and has lost 30lbs* Negan, <I>please!</I> I've told you so many times, he looked more preoccupied with the situation as a whole than with that comment.
  • Negan: So that must mean he was intentionally looking uninterested so I'd pursue him further?!
  • Simon: Yes, yes. That was it. He's definitely jealous, I'd say 12! He's a 12 on the jealous scale! Now, may I please go to the bathroom?!
  • Negan: Jealous why though? I mean, if he's jealous, does that mean it's actually Daryl he wants and not me?! God fuckin' help Rick if that's true!
  • Simon: Negan I really-
  • Negan: Or maybe he does want me. I mean you saw how he looked at me when he threatened-
  • Simon: *bursts into hysterical sobs* Rick, please wherever you are, just come here right now and bend over for him! GOD, HELP US ALL AND JUST DO IT! *proceeds to cry uncontrollably*
  • Negan: You ever hear the one about the stupid little prick named Rick who thought he knew shit but didn’t know shit and got everyone he cared about killed?
  • Rick: Yeah, but I look damn good doing it though.