Clexa + Cards Against Humanity
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Clexa + Cards Against Humanity
Heart on fire Pt.2
Your Finn’s half sister and after Lexa kills him you make it your goal to return the favor.
enemies-to-lovers | word count 4.7k | series
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You needed to get away from it all. From her and her overpowering stench of lavender and cedarwood.
You were stomping through the woods in a flurry of anger, oblivious to everything around you. In your fit of rage, you forgot about three basic things.
1. Most grounders wanted you dead
2. you didn’t know an inch of these woods
3. Most grounders wanted you dead.
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This is the moment everything begins to click for Lexa. Her hope for Clarke’s requited love is possible. Clarke’s heart eyes and stolen smiles could be easily written off. Lexa assumed she was just overthinking or maybe she was forcing herself to not think about it at all. Except now. After waking up from a nightmare, a deathly warning, she’s not only consoled by a worried Clarke, but comes to find Clarke’s drawing of her. Clarke can’t come up with an excuse for this intimacy. Her connection to Lexa clearly isn’t just for her people anymore. A theme of this week’s episode was hope–hope for the future. It’s written on Lexa’s face. But this hope is dangerous and Lexa knows it. Things may be different with Clarke. Love can be strength and not reduced to weakness. But it’s so hard for Lexa to keep reminding herself of this when all she’s ever known, what’s been keeping her alive, is to repress love. It’s easy to stifle feelings for Wanheda when she’s relearning to trust and forgive. It’s a lot harder for Lexa to bury her feelings for Clarke when they are becoming so obviously reciprocated.
For whatever you do I never, never, never Want to be in love with anyone but you
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
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I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
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like actually though. i’m in AWE of the notecount.
Reasons this two second clip slays me:
Lexa has just escaped death
She also successfully defended her title as Commander
Won a kickass battle against a prince including some pretty fancy legwork, fake-outs, and sword twirls
Defeated her greatest enemy, both on a personal and on a political level, by hurling a spear in the air and straight into her heart.
The crowd is screaming out her name and her little Nightbloods are practically in tears. The noise of the celebration must be deafening
And she stands alone in the arena.
No one comes out to hug her, no friends give her a victory high-five, no advisors clap her back, no mothers clutch her to their chest in desperate relief that she’s alive. No one even checks if she’s injured. And it’s achingly obvious that there isn’t ever anyone like this. Lexa stands alone in everything she does: she’s Commander of the Blood and she’s leader of the coalition. She’s the deadliest warrior and she’s an untouchable goddess.
(Ai laik Heda. Non na throu daun gon ai) (I am Heda. No one fights for me.) But this time, maybe for the first time since she was a tiny child fighting with a wooden sword, she dares a look up at the crowd while getting her breathing back under control instead of keeping her eyes on the ground. Chances a glance over to see if Clarke’s still there, if there might be a smile or a nod or even just a split second of relieved eye contact for her. A grain of social comfort in a world where love is weakness and shows of strength are the only thing keeping her people alive.
And there is - oh, there is. She catches Clarke’s eye and their respiration falls into in unison for a second. And then Lexa squares her shoulders, lifts her chin, and takes the deepest of breaths.
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Alycia Debnam-Carey SDCC 2019 Portraits
#LOOK AT THE DIFFERENCE #so many great parallels can be drawn #in the first scene lexa is stoic #she has full war paint and commander gear representing that she’s guarded #in the second scene lexa has both her walls and her hair down #she’s war paint free AND SHE’S SMILING #there’s hope for them whether lexa knows it or not
I JUST realized, Clarke’s basically saying “not yet”again but using other words. This is Lexa thinking she’s getting rejected, AGAIN. No wonder she cries when Clarke actually kisses her.
The difference between Clarke and Lexa’s acts of deference to each other has been playing on my mind all weekend.
Clarke bows. She drops on one leg and she ducks her head to the ground and she drops her eyes in ceremonial submission. It’s wordless and it’s a ritual and even thought it’s a gesture of respect and deference, Clarke’s bow is impersonal in every way. Remember that the word ceremonial has another meaning, one denoting that an act has no real power (e.g. ‘mainly ceremonial in nature’).
Lexa kneels. The Commander of the Blood and Heda of the thirteen clans doesn’t lower herself slowly to the floor, she falls to her knees. Both knees. One knee allows you to defend yourself if attacked; two knees leaves you completely defenseless. Her kneel is also off-center with the red carpet because in that moment appearances and acts are the furthest thing from her mind. And then she speaks, her eyes unerringly and unblinkingly on Clarke. Lexa’s vows are not merely ceremonial. They’re intimate and they’re achingly vulnerable, and they’re a question. They’re a plea:
please, let me prove that my loyalty is to you above all else please, don’t turn away from me again even though I deserve it please, Clarke. (please)
Clarke holds out her hand and helps her to her feet.
lexa: *stubs her toe*
lexa: clarke
lexa: clarke leave me
lexa: death is not the end
lexa: my spirit will find another
lexa: your people will be safe i promise
lexa: may we meet again
clarke: lexa u dramatic hoe get tf up
This work was inpired by the many clexa fanfics I’ve read, all the fluff and smut is greatly appreciated so here’s to all the fantastic writers - In honour of your talent and for keeping Lexa and Clexa alive - Thank you.
My favs @femininenachos @steklir @ecfandom @centuriesofexistence @sassymajesty @volatilevision @sheis-me @raedmagdon @n1ghtwr1ter @a-class-act-president @effortlessly-opulent @thatonewherelexasachef @coeurdastronaute @cornchipmeteor @geralehane @jlaw1105 @orangeyouglad8 @i-like-heda @badlance @alittlefoolish - Thank you and keep writing all those beautiful stories ;) Seriously though, tv would be so much better if you wrote the shows.
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10 Reasons Why The 100 Is Literally the Shit
1. The main character is bisexual. Which you never fucking see, ever.
2. Physically disabled characters, one in particular who’s in the main cast, which you also never see. And disabled characters that don’t just miraculously heal, either.
3. There’s more than one gay character, and their personal subplot doesn’t revolve around them being gay.
4. Strong female characters. So many of them, Jesus H Roosevelt Christ. There are no damsels in distress, they all know how to kick some arse on their own. Even smaller roles, like Zoran’s mother in the second season, have substance to them.
5. Diverse cast with Latina characters, black characters and Asian characters, and not just a ‘pretend diverse’ cast with a single black background character who’s only there for some sort of comic relief.
6. They don’t gloss over issues of mental health, class, ethics and morality, which is all practically unheard of.
7. Villains, and in this particular case female villains, actually have some substance to their characters. God, you even sympathise with some of them, and those are the best kinds of villains.
8. Strong, interesting female characters don’t stop the show from portraying interesting male characters, ones who don’t always conform to stereotypical masculinity.
9. The adults in the show don’t treat the teenagers like children. They treat them like the young adults, who have been through a lot more than they should, that they are.
10. Superficially: everyone is pretty as fuck. Literally everyone. It’s a fucking wonderland.
Also, if you couldn’t tell how much I love this show, I’m naming my first born child after one of the characters.
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—we are nothing more than stardust now, a distant dream (x)