#awildthing

     Anybody can become a philosopher after a couple of lines, and with every weird seven AM conversation Jimmy became better at profounding about the nature of life. “Life, y’know, it’s a risk. Either you rot your brain in an office, or you buy old hot-dogs from gas-stations, that’s all I’m sayin’.” Jimmy punctuated his sentence by taking a sip of his vodka. 

///ive seen blogs that smut with ppl that they arent even mutuals with im like DAMB

POWER TO THEM I GUESS. I love pre-established relationships and, I really do want more of those for Sheila. But I need to talk it out. I’m not comfortable starting a thread or a pre-existing ship if the mun and I aren’t communicating on how things are exactly going to be. 

     A silence too long stretches from her last spoken word while the other stands still and staring far out into the misty downpour. When he does at last acknowledge her presence, the turn of his head is slow and his eyes slower until meeting hers directly. Not so much as a wrinkle changes his stoic gaze before his head snaps forward again to spot the remaining, fizzling flash of a distant lightning strike. 

" Jesus, if I could be a woman I’d drop the merc shit an’ do what you do. ”

A bent cigarette was crushed between his damp lips, already lit via nearby candle flame. He was eager to snuff out the stink of old wood and mold with wafting nicotine, easier to endure than the constant reminder of the decrepit, toxic world surrounding them. His sweaty scalp pressed back against the headboard they’d cracked a half an hour ago.

Caps weren’t really hard to come by, though, and certainly not in the mercenary’s line of work. Everybody wanted somebody gone, whether that be to the benefit of their safety, or for revenge, or maybe they really just didn’t like them. Whatever the cause, Ozias was there to exchange the bill, and happily. And in those short hours between the hunt and kill, was time for play. 

  It wasn’t quite like coming home, but it was at least familiar. Charon was shoved through the last set of gates into Paradise Falls, and his owner wandered off in the direction of the bar, leaving him unattended. Not that he could go anywhere. Charon’s fingers tugged the bomb collar around his neck, trying to ease the soreness.

  He found a place at an old table and waited. His owner would either drag him onward or put him back in the pen once he was done, and Charon didn’t really care which it was. As he thought about it, a movement caught his eye, and he saw a familiar figure - someone he’d known, at least by name, on and off for... well, as long as he could remember. Never had much to do with her, since he was always passing from slaver to slaver, from shithole to shithole, but... she’d been raised here, and for the most part, so had he.  And she was still here? Must’ve been at least a year since he’d last seen her, but he was pretty sure...

im currently bitter bc i basically had this finished but tumblr decided to have a glitch and delete it all. anyway, here’s round 2 

cause i got you, and now that’s all that matters by @marauders-groupie

lana is beautiful and so is this fic. i think my tag for it was just a bunch of exclamation points which basically means that i’ll be in love with it forever and never be able to properly use words when talking about it. 

Clarke gets dirt stuck under her nails, Bellamy always keeps books at hand, they are both a mess but somewhere between throwing tomatoes at each other and hiding, they fall in love.

Or: Bellarke in the countryside.

Prompt: Imagine Bellarke in Modern AU. With Sunday brunches on the back porch and whispered I love yous when no one else is listening.

aphelion by @kindclaws

with the possibility of coming across as too much, let me just say that there are few people who have stolen my heart in the degree that Sara has. That being said, even if I didn’t love her to the moon and back, I would still be able to see beautiful talent, and that is definitely something that my dear friend has. So here’s the short summary of my latest obsession of hers: 

It’s been two years since the spaceship Aphelion mysteriously disappeared, its crew branded by the ARK as traitors to be shot on sight. Jake Griffin was on that ship, and with him, a dangerous secret that could change civilized space forever.

Now, Clarke wants some answers - and revenge, if she can get it. Bellamy wants a bigger ship - specifically, Clarke’s. Wells wants to fix the system his father broke. Octavia wants a little fun. Miller wants everyone to stop making poor life choices. Harper wants to kiss the new girl. And Raven? Well, Raven just wants to blow shit up.

The universe won’t know what’s hit it. (Space pirates AU!)

Sent and Delivered by @clarkescrusade

Listen. I love social media aus, nerdy!Bellamy and thirsty!Clarke. Thankfully this fic has a little of all that. It also has adorable fanboy Jas and that’s also a plus for me. This one has stayed with me since the night i read it, so it’s def up there on my faves list. 

Clarke is pretty sure Bellamy is the hottest lyft driver she’s ever had, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he’s a pretty great conversationalist, too. When she finds out him and Raven used to work together, it feels natural to become friends. She just never thought they’d get along quite so well, or that their lives would come together so easily, or that she’d fall madly in love with him. But that’s life.

aka: a social media au incorporating text messages, snapchats, tweets, and instagrams that definitely no one asked for.

You’re Cool On The Internet, At Least by @prosciuttoe

Once again, SOCIAL MEDIA AU. They meet on facebook and yeah. this is hella cute. I love it. Also, anything Em writes is magic, so please read this and give her the love and adoration she deserves. 

Look, Clarke will not dwell on this. She will not get flustered just because a possibly cute guy on Facebook apparently shares her views on what constitutes a terrible person.

Ten minutes later, her phone gives a short, irritated buzz; startling her enough that she jumps.

Biting at the inside of her cheek, she allows herself a quick peek.

Friend request from Bellamy Blake.

Clarke has no idea how she manages to develop a crush on a guy who won’t stop fighting everyone on Facebook, but here they are.

(Or: Clarke meets Bellamy on Facebook. They hit it off.)

neither lost nor found by awildthing 

other than social media au, my weakness is modern magic users au. AND THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. 

Bellamy Blake arrives on campus and Clarke’s magic suddenly starts going haywire.

Or, Clarke meets another magic user and teaches him to control his gift–and learns some things along the way.

I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend (i wanna kiss your neck) by @spacexualkids

i love tierney more than i love most people on this god forsaken site. her writing is always like coming home which is way too cheesy even for me. so here. read this summary so i dont become a blubbering mess. 

She finds Bellamy back on that floral couch. They’d moved it into the screened room for the winter, and then back out again once the days grew long and warm. It was becoming another tradition, apparently.

And so was this; him smoking on the sofa, her head on his shoulder, voices low in the early morning while everyone else was asleep and the world felt like it belonged to them, just for the moment.

“Someone had fun,” he teases, flicking at a spot on her neck. Clarke reaches up to feel the tender skin; Glass must have given her a hickey while they were getting carried away.

She flushes, but he’s looking back at the sunrise. “I always have fun,” she reminds him, and he groans.

“Yeah, I remember.”

“This is my favorite part, though,” Clarke says, curling up a little more against him so he’ll put his arm around her for warmth. She’s still kind of drunk, so she’s not sure if she’s making sense, but she trusts that he’ll get it. Bellamy always seems to understand what she means. “Just–us. It’s my favorite.”

Bellamy stubs out his cigarette and leans back against her. “Mine too.”

That’s all I have time for tonight, but I do have a longer one in my drafts that I plan on finishing and publishing soon. 

I will also use this to shamelessly self promo - I’m taking requests for the next two weeks bc HOLIDAYS! no more teaching for me for two weeks and that is glorious. 

Munday Questions ;

What’s your rp pet peeve?

I still got some more of these. LMAO. So, I guess another one would be making assumptions about my muse without checking in with me first. I’m generally really, really laid back about things like this but on occasion they can become quite tiresome. Also, people blatantly ignoring aspects of my muse. It proves to me they either… don’t care, or didn’t read. Or both! Ie. Tall and STRONK Thomas. This cracks me up the most. Like clearly someone did not try and learn about him at all! 

Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

Jin usually came back to his room late. He stayed in the Third Rail ‘til far past dark, when he decided to go back to the Hotel Rexford. He passed through the lobby, and up the stairs, where he stopped. Something didn’t sound right.

Voices and yelling could be heard but were only slightly muffled. He creeped towards the source of the noise; he doubted it was inside one of the rooms, given how loud it all was.