Bob and Eliza after their first day of hsvexpo! (via eliza's Instagram stories)

Bob takling about Eliza being addicted to children's playgrounds and how he always gets worried about her and Henry (via ohsupernaturall on Tiwtter)

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Ten Inch Hero (2007) | Supernatural 14.01 Stranger in a Strange Land

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Eliza's panel talking about Bob (via @ohsupernaturall on Twitter)

Bob talking about Bellamy during his and Marie's panel (via ohsupernaturall on Twitter)

Q: If you guys would be stuck on an island which cast member that's here today, would you be stuck with and why? (via ohsupernaturall on Twitter)

Eliza talking about the Bellarke video they saw before their panel began (via ohsupernaturall on Twitter)

One thing that has always annoyed me, and maybe this will be a bit of a contentious subject, but: Raven takes the position in Season 6 that she doesn’t need redemption. I have listed her sins in detail before, and I won’t now. But she is on the ground for a whopping two days before she condones and then takes part in torture, eventually electrocuting Lincoln–that’s just getting started, and that isn’t even the only thing she does in Season 1. I really hated the writing for her in Season 6, when she doesn’t only convince herself that she is morally superior to basically everyone, but the show positions her as some kind of moral compass. She sanctimoniously gives passive aggressive advice to several characters, including Murphy. 

Later, Clarke tells her, “you’re the best person I know,” which is some kinda bullshit because Bellamy Blake has been the best person Clarke knows for years upon years. She tells HIM that his heart will lead SpaceKru. HE is the one who brings Clarke back from the dead by dragging her bodily across a forest, convincing Gabe to perform ACTUAL brain surgery, and then giving her CPR long past the point that anyone else would have quit! That’s a side note, though. 

At no point in the show is Raven any better than the rest of them. She makes morally dubious decisions for the sake of her friends on multiple occasions. The only reason she is able to pretend she didn’t make those same, body-filled mistakes, is that the leadership and decision making were placed on other people’s shoulders. Clarke’s, Bellamy’s, even Abby and Kane’s. 

Now! I love Raven. I love her in every season. But God, from JUMP she was willing to do anything for the people she cared about. How does that make her any different from Clarke, where does she get off thinking she couldn’t use a little redeeming, too? 

the way clarke can look at bellamy and just immediately know what's bothering him. the way her voice gets all soft just for him. the way she knows how to comfort him, and is bothered when he's not settled.

DANNEEL ACKLES as SARA MAXWELL in FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS (2011)

Chapter 8 is here!!! Aftermath has come to an end!!

Aftermath

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

I do wanna say thank you everyone for all the reblogs, retweets, comments, kudos, bookmarks, and shoutouts! I wasn’t expecting, well, anything for this story but I was pleasantly surprised in the end. I hope you all are happy with the Julius fix-it-fic and will continue reading as their story is not quite over yet ;)

And here is the new Bellarke manip based entirely off a BTS of the 100 cast! I couldn’t help it, and the Rover picture just fit perfectly so here you go!

Idk why the photo quality is off and not consistent. I think it’s just Tumblr. But its not completely horrible so… *shrugs*

I hope you all like it either way!

Not a choice

When Clarke sees them putting Bellamy on the crate and tying his hands above his head, she feels her heart sinking, her only thought being ‘Not him, God, please not him too.’ Her mom was enough of a struggle and having to see Jaha and ALIE torture him would be too much…she was afraid she’d break.

“It’s okay, Clarke.” he told her as Jaha tore his shirt apart and revealed his chest. That beautiful, warm chest that hid his heart from plain view, his big, stupidly accepting of everyone heart. 

Of course the first words out of his mouth would be ‘It’s okay.’ She’s not surprised, it was just so Bellamy and while he may appear strong, she knew she wouldn’t be.

So she shook her head and looked at Jaha.

“Please, don’t do this.” she begged “He doesn’t have anything to do with this.”

“Yes, he does.” Jaha insisted “He’s the key to everything just like Kane said.” Kane who up until that moment had been ildly staying by the window, not really participating in the torture, moved up in the robotic way ALIE controlled everyone and came by Bellamy’s side. She noticed he furrowed his eyebrows but held his chin high when Kane took out not just the shock baton but a knife too.

“Please, don’t hurt him!” Clarke begged and Bellamy moved his head to hers, calling out her name.

“Hey-” he said as loud as he could “No matter what they do, don’t break, okay?”

“Bellamy, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I’ll be alright.” he insisted and before he could say something else, Jaha nodded at Kane and watched him press the shock baton against his chest. Clarke screamed and tried to free herself of her restrains, pulling as hard as she would and feeling the collar around her neck dig in her skin uncomfortably.

“Don’t stop, Kane.” Jaha instructed as he came by Clarke’s side while she screamed and watched Kane repeatedly shock lash Bellamy, five or six times in a row without a break. He tried not to scream but his back arched and his legs buckled, making him fall off the crate and leaving him hanging a little above the ground without anything to support him under. 

“Please, he’s innocent.”

“No, he isn’t.” Jaha whispered back at her “If anything, it shouldn’t be as hard for you to watch him die-he did help Pike, he was involved in the massacre. I wonder…” he took a turn around her and rested his chin against her shoulder, whispering in her ear in the most sickening way possible “How is it that you couldn’t stand him when you first landed but now you’re willing to break just so you wouldn’t have to watch him die?”

“KANE, PLEASE, STOP!” she begged when Kane picked up the knife and made two identical big slices on both his sides, right under his heart and over his ribs. They were deep because the blood tickled down his stomach and painted his body red immideately. Bellamy coughed and tried to fight back, move his legs up and hit Kane in the chest. She wanted to smile-he’d never go down without a fight.

But then again Kane was faster and so was ALIE, she could predict their moves, she could break her…she would.

Kane pressed the shock baton not just against his heart but really close to the cut he’s made again and Bellamy screamed this time.

He hadn’t been fast enough. He wanted to bite it back, keep himself together, but he couldn’t do it.

It just hurt too much.

“Please, Jaha, please….I’m begging you, don’t kill him!”

“What’s the passphrase, Clarke?”

“I don’t know…I never knew!”

“Liar!” he yelled back and nodded at Kane, who now didn’t just make a cut, but instead shoved his knife between Bellamy’s ribs, making him squirm again. 

“STOP! Please, please-”

“Clarke, DON”T!” he managed, biting back his pain in favor of talking to her. She noticed he spilled blood, though. “Don’t. He’s right. I deserve it. This way…I’ll free you…and my sister. Just tell him.”

“He’s right, Clarke.” Jaha whispered in her ear and Clarke felt the anger bubble in her. She turned around and knocked Jaha’s forehead against hers. It hurt like hell but she wanted to make him shut up and give her the time to talk.

“Bellamy, I need you to stay with me! Don’t give up!” she yelled back while Jaha was distracted. Bellamy’s eyes that were half-closed, opened up and he smiled at her just as Kane picked up the knife again and shoved it up in his shoulder this time. He screamed once more and it was a sound so horrible, it made her heart stop.

“One last chance, Clarke-” Jaha, who hadn’t felt the effects of her hit, stood before her, leaning in, pressing her hard against the pole she was tightly put to. “Or the next one will be his heart.”

“I can’t…I can’t.” she cried out and bowed her head down. What should she do? If she told them the passphrase, they’d free Bellamy but ALIE would win. If she didn’t…she had to watch him die and the moment the thought passed through her brain, she knew she couldn’t do it.

She wouldn’t be able to take on that suffering.

She couldn’t lose Bellamy Blake.

So she moved her head up and met Jaha’s eyes as she felt the tears roll down her cheeks. Bellamy was hanging limply behind Kane, now possibly passed out while the former chancellor was holding the knife, getting ready to strike again.

“Clarke-” she thought she heard him say. So he was still here with her, sitll conscious. She moved her head, so she could look at him. He used all his effort to lift his head up from where it was pressed against his chest and despite being at a fair distance from her, she saw the warmth in his beautiful brown eyes.

It was that-the love he carried, the compassion, his big heart. That was what was worth living for, worht dying for too-Bellamy Blake may have made many mistakes in his life but his love was bigger than the ocean. He gave his heart out willingly, without a question or expectation. He came to the ground for his sister but adopted a hundreth kids, then went in and risk his life for them in a mountain and did his best to protect them under the horrible circumstances they were put in. If ALIE tapped into people’s minds by using a chip, Bellamy snuck into people’s lives by willingly giving parts of his heart away without expecting them to come back to him.

He broke himself open for those around him without caring if he’d have nothing left in the end.

That was what made Clarke love him. It’s also what made her decision.

“Fine.” she agreed as she pushed her back against the pole “I’ll tell you the passphrase. I’ll take your chip.”

“Clarke, no!” Bellamy tried wekly but Kane simply picked up the shock baton and pressed it against his chest, this time leaving it there longer and making him scream and pass out, hanging on his arms.

A few more tears ran down her cheeks but she tried to compose herself.

“But I won’t do it unless you stop torturing him.”

“Kane, you can move away now!” Jaha ordered and just like before, Kane’s body went a little limp and he walked back robotically to the window, where he rest his back against the wall and let his head bowl down to his chest. 

Clarke watched Bellamy’s body hang lifelessly from the ropes, swinging left and right just a bit. She wasn’t certain she could see his chest rising and that scared her. 

“Let me see him first, make sure he’s alright.”

“That won’t work.” Jaha said and picked up the chip from a small metal bowl “It’s time to put your words to actions, Clarke.” he insisted and Clarke took a deep breath as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

She knew this was wrong, that she was about to forget everyone she ever loved-her dad, Finn, Lexa, maybe even what has happened to Bellamy now. It all flashed before her eyes-his smile, his soft hug, the way he sent her off at those gates after mount weather, how he begged her to come home after…all of it. 

And just when she was about to lose it all, there was a loud bang, the main doors to the left opened up and Murphy, Indra, Octavia, Miller and the others came rushing in, shooting at Jaha and Kane, fighting them down and knocking them off before they could react.

She had never been more relieved in her life.

“Bellamy!” she shouted and found Octavia’s eyes just as they were untying her from the poll “We need to take him down, he’s really hurt. Kane stabbed him and shocklashed him.” despite the anger his sister surely fell for him, Octavia was scared and Clarke noticed it because she got there and cut down the rope before Clarke could run to him.

Miller softened his fall and lifted his head up in his lap while Clarke screamed for bandages.

There was a lot of blood and the burns from the shocklashes would surely leave a mark. She quickly tried to assess the damage as she ordered the others to put pressure on the knife stabs while she checked for pulse and leaned in to listen to his breathing which she found shallow and unstable.

“We need to get him to a bed, there’s a room adjacent to this one. I’ll need hot water, moonshine and lots of bandages. Get me a needle and a thread from somewhere too.” she shouted orders as Miller and Monty carefully lift him up and started carrying him away. 

“Clarke, wait-” Octavia stopped her “You need to take care of yourself too.”

“I’m fine.” she cut him off “He lost too much blood, I need to take care of his wounds. You can stay behind if you want to.” she suggested, knowing that Octavia was the one to put the scars on his face after Lincoln’s death. 

“No…” her voice was weak now, different. In a way Clarke hadn’t heard before “I want to help you.” she stated and Clarke simply nodded, but made a note to herself to keep a close eye on her.

Once they were in the room and he was placed down, Clarke focused and started working through the wounds. Thankfully the cuts were easy to close but the stab wound in his shoulder, the one above his heart was really deep. Kane had twisted the knife and she was afraid he could’ve left permanent damage to his nerves but hoped she would end up being wrong. The shocklashing exhausted his body, made him burn with fever and she found not one but two broken ribs on the left as well as multiple other bruises that could’ve came from Kane who also hit him in between the knife torture but some seemed a bit old and judging by the guilty look on Octavia’s face were probably her fault.

She bandaged him as best as she could but worried most about infection. They had no sea weed, no medicine-being too far away from home put his life at risk.

“Will he be okay?” Octavia asked when Clarke was done and threw over one of the pelts from the bed over his trembling body.

“I didn’t think you cared.”

“Of course, I do, he’s my brother.” Clarke didn’t believe those words. She couldn’t accept the fact that someone would hurt their family the way Octavia had, that she would lay a hand on the brother who sway her in his arms and told her stories of Greek gods and brave princesses.

“He needs to be observed. I’ll stay with him tonight. You should go get rest.” Octavia simply nodded, taking the hint but lingering by the door before she left.

“Thank you, Clarke.” she finally said.

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for him.” she whispered back remembering of speaking those same words to the older Blake not so long ago.

Once alone, Clarke finally relaxed and rest her back on the chair. It’d be a while before he woke up but that didn’t mean she would ever leave his side. She changed his bandages and pressed a cold cloth against his head, while he went through his delusional feverish state which involved to her surprise him speaking out her name more than once.

“I’m here.” she promised whenever he tried to reach out to her “I’m right here, Bellamy.” he mumbled something and smiled a little but only calmed down when she leaned over and kissed his forehead.

He finally woke up at down, finding her asleep on the uncomfortable chair next to him. He looked down at his broken body and felt all the pain rushing in but he choked it down and tugged her wrist.

“Clarke-” he said and she immideately jumped up which made him furrow his eyebrows-she wasn’t even resting properly.

“Hey!” she greeted him and when he tried to move up on the pillows she immideately pushed him back “Don’t think about it. You’re not moving from this bed for a while.”

“You…you saved me?” he croaked out after she gave him some water and adjusted the pillows behind him. “You chose me.”

“It wasn’t really a choice.” she said back and leaned over to press her lips against his forehead again. When she pulled back, she looked into those same beautiful brown eyes and felt love pouring not just from him and his heart but from her own too.

She smiled and when he tugged her down and looked at the pillow beside him, suggesting she took that place, she didn’t fight it, not because she couldn’t.

She just didn’t want to.

Aww this was so sad and beautiful and 100% believe that Clarke would’ve chosen him, I loved your description of Bell, he does have a big strong heart and Jaha is so sinister and creepy, loved this depiction of AlieJaha. All in all so amazing to read, poor Bell, poor Clarle, tugged on my heart strings.