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my contribution to clexmas22

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My contribution to Clexmas this year, a growing up together Clexa story told through the lens of 9 Christmases/Christmas Eves over the course of 18 years. Completed one shot :) 

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Kindergarten

Clarke’s sweater is itchy. She fidgets with the neckline of it as she sits at her desk, feet that don’t reach the ground swinging idly back and forth beneath her. She can’t stop looking at the clock; practically all she can think about is the class Christmas party that they get to have after lunch. Her mom sent her to school this morning with a tray of snowball cookies and she knows that the rest of her classmates brought food, too, but what she’s most excited about is what’s tucked away in her cubby at the back of the room. There, she has a present for her best friend, Lexa, that she’s just dying to give to her.

Her teacher catches her glancing at the clock and then at her cubby for the umpteenth time and approaches, taking a peek at the drawing they’re supposed to be working on, Christmas cards for their parents. “This is excellent, Clarke,” she says. “Your parents will love it.”

“My daddy says he saves all of my drawings ‘cause I’m gonna be in a moozeem one day,” Clarke tells her proudly. Her eyes flick to the clock again, and her teacher smiles knowingly.

“Have you ever heard the saying ‘ a watched pot never boils ’, Clarke?”

Clarke shakes her head, momentarily distracted from her fixation on the time and impending party by the odd question. “It means that time passes slower when you’re waiting for something and it’s all you can think about,” the teacher explains. “So if you keep looking at the clock, it’s going to take even longer until you get to leave for lunch and the Christmas party.”

“I can’t help it,” Clarke says. “I have a present to give to Lexa. She’s gonna love it.”

“That’s exciting. I’m sure she will,” her teacher says. The woman looks across the room to where Lexa is sitting. She's in a white long sleeve turtle neck and a long plaid skirt and her feet do touch the ground in her chair because she's so tall even though she's scrawny. A blue colored pencil is gripped tightly in her hands as she draws, a look of concentration on her face. Clarke and Lexa had their seats separated only a few weeks into the school year due to their inability to stay quiet and focused during their lessons if they were sat next to each other. The two had only just met at the beginning of the year but their friendship bloomed immediately and voraciously to the point that they’re now nearly inseparable whenever given the chance.

“Do you know what I think might make the time pass a little faster?” the teacher asks. Clarke shakes her head, still fidgeting in her seat and plucking at the collar of her itchy Christmas sweater. She follows the teacher’s gaze over to Lexa and then looks back to her, curious. “How about I let you go sit with Lexa,” the teacher proposes.

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[godisafujoshi]

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, from “And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When The Rapture Comes”

[yoursminehourss]

pools were made to drown in

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[yaketysmax]

EYECRIMES! this is why i call my stuff eyecrimes!

artists! show your stuff!

even if it’s deranged doodle eyecrimes or serious artiste eyecrimes! I’M GONNA INFLICT IT UPON YOU

[glorybox13]

the way the series makes it as obvious as possible that they were each other's soulmates

[therulerofallpotatos]

They did this joke so many times and it ate every single time

[displayheartcode]

[zvaigzdelasas]

[connorwyndham]

F.R.I.E.N.D.S (1994–2004) 6X08 « The One With Ross's Teeth »

[clarkelexagifs]

[animentality]

[factumnihil]

"the trauma made you kind" fuck that. no. i am kind because i cannot allow anyone to go through what i did. i am soft because i chose to be.

[peculiar-persephone]

Trauma made me scared, angry, and vulnerable.

I made myself kind.

[tlitookilakin]

“Ten spears go to battle," he whispered, "and nine shatter. Did the war forge the one that remained? No, Amaram. All the war did was identify the spear that would not break.” 

- Brandon Sanderson’s Oathbringer

[raccoonhearteyes]

TEN FUCKING YEARS WITHOUT LEXA

who would’ve thought this girl would have a vice grip on my soul ten years later

[tothechaos]

any tips for developing discipline? ive been going through life on a lackadaisical hedonist build but ive got a bunch of mysterious problems that i may or may not be at fault for

[macolethings]

Lexa Woods is a smart, calculating woman who has made a name for herself in the tech world after inventing a way to track hackers and starting her own cybersecurity firm. Ironically, she is also known as Heda in the illicit trade market as a notorious thief and vigilante, focusing on stealing technology and intel that can topple corrupt governments, overthrow horrible leaders, influence politics, and save the lives of people she feels deserves it.

Clarke is a sarcastic and witty artist that has also made a name for herself as the head curator at a well-known, prestigious art museum, traveling the world to acquire rare pieces to display to the public. She is also a well-known vigilante counterfeiter on the bootlegging market, duplicating expensive, rare art that has been looted or plundered, and swapping it out for the original to be returned to its rightful owner.

Lexa and Clarke have been happily married for a couple years, none the wiser to their wife’s second job, until Lexa accepts an odd heist at Clarke’s museum that goes terribly wrong. Now, both of their lives are in danger and secrets are forced to come to light as they work together to figure out why a painting is worth killing for.

(It’s Mr. and Mrs. Smith WIP with a twist! Hoping to start posting sometime this summer.)

@clexaweekofficial

[vmplvr1977]

Chapter 9 is posted. Read it here.

[anxietyproblem]

[celestetumbledryer]

u know the ship is good when one of them is dead