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"Theatre is a safe place for unsafe ideas."

One of my professors just posted this quote. I don’t know who said it originally.

Now more than ever, we need to express our unsafe ideas. Continue using art to protest and change hearts. Be brave. Be here for each other. Stand for something. This community will stand together. I will stand with all of you.

sheachesabandoned-deactivated20

When one in the otp is extra™ and the other is chill™ and has to apologize for the extra™ that is their nugget

marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer

BONUS I:

BONUS II:

wlw-mess

I want to see this list of scenes Clexa should've had

ur my fav person for asking me this, bless up

*unfinished feel free to add*

Clarke telling Abby about her and Lexa

Clarke and Lexa going public with their relationship

Celebration banquet for skaikru rejoining the coalition

Lexa being confused as ever by the sky people and their customs

Clarke drinking a tad too much moonshine and dancing and laughing, Lexa being regal af in her throne but her eyes never leaving Clarke and having an amused smile every now and then

Lexa telling Clarke about Costia/Anya, little happy memories and stories

Clarke telling Lexa about Finn/her dad

both sharing stories from their childhood, parents, friends, their daily lives

Clarke getting grounder clothes and Lexa being there and getting flustered bc wow

Clarke and Lexa strolling through the streets of Polis and the people are so happy bc they love their Heda and are happy for her

Clarke and Lexa just eating a meal alone together after a long day

lots of cuddling, you fkn know these two would

laying on the sofa talking about just little things like their plans for the day

casual hand holding and small acts of affection (you know touch-starved Lexa craVES that)

Clarke sketching Polis from the balcony and Lexa gazing fondly

Lexa awkwardly asking if Clarke would like to move her possessions to the commander’s chambers instead of her own room

so many more kisses and.. more than kisses

sleepy kisses, ‘you’re babbling and it’s cute’ kisses, ‘i haven’t seen you i days and i need you’ kisses, all the god damn kisses

OH neck kisses for sure

Lexa explaining her arm tattoo and any others of hers and their meanings

Clarke getting a grounder tattoo

Clarke unbraiding Lexa’s hair

Lexa braiding Clarke’s hair

Lexa coming home exhausted from battle (i know there’s peace but just shh) and Clarke taking off her commander gear, warpaint and kissing her wounds then all over her face so softly before curling up to her in bed

Lexa’s little smiles all the damn tiME bc she doesn’t feel the need to fill a silent space, she’s content to just /be/ with Clarke

Lexa showing Clarke her favourite lake (it’s a days trek and they go alone) and Clarke just loves the peace and the clear water and Lexa. she really loves Lexa a lot

their first I love you/ ai hod yu in idk which i prefer or both, like Clarke saying ai hod yu in and Lexa replying with I love you.. I think i like the mutual ai hod yu in tho. Lexa is in awe tearing up obvi

Lexa showing Clarke her favourite book and Clarke telling Lexa what hers was when on the Ark

Lexa reading Clarke poetry (some her own ((she writes poetry fkn fight me on this)))

Lexa showing Clarke the commanders wash room and she has this huge bath and it’s just a good time okay. they enjoy many baths together

Lexa teaching Clarke to fight, but being serious and Clarke is kind of joking until she realises her gf isn’t kidding

Lexa pinning Clarke down in a fight, all business and constructive criticism but then kissing her softly then smiling shyly (pls @god)

Lexa teaching Clarke Trigedasleng

both of them speaking Trigedasleng affectionately when alone like casual ‘ai hod yu in’ and ‘reshop’

waking up in the morning together and Lexa is so not a morning person but Clarke is /there/ so she wants to spend every moment she can with her

Titus knocking on her door and Lexa ignoring him bc she’s.. preoccupied w/ her gf

Clarke getting Lexa food sometime, maybe when she’s so busy in meetings and things like that

little petty arguments that they resolve logically

slightly bigger arguments that sting and are tough but again, they resolve them

tight, protective hugs, lazy hugs, one armed hugs, hugs from behind

HUGS

geralehane

clexa are staying the night at Arkadia due to a storm, and when the generators crash, clarke discovers just how terrified of the dark lexa actually is

lexa being terrified of the dark im-

okay. okay but when it gets dark, it’s dark. it’s not like in polis; the moonlight and stars being lexa’s constant salvation, candles sharing their warmth. this darkness is thick and all consuming. this darkness eats walls and floor and ceiling and clarke.

clarke has been calling out lexa’s name quietly, her eyes still adjusting to the dark, when she hears it. a whimper. a sound she would’ve never recognized as something coming from the commander; a sound lexa saved for the most precious of moments that they shared during the night.

clarke feels around for lexa, growing more and more desperate because she’s slightly disoriented and lexa sounds distressed; an emotion of lexa’s she’s yet to experience. so her movements become more rushed. chaotic. arms swinging as she keeps calling out to the commander, louder, more urgent. finally she stumbles into her; practically crashes into her, arms grasping and flailing.

lexa is trembling. she’s trembling and she doesn’t quite respond to clarke’s tight embrace; she simply clings to her elbows, hands shaking. she’s scared, and it scares clarke, too.

soothing comes easy to clarke, usually. set of practiced, well-executed phrases to put minds at ease. strategically placed hands to calm down and reassure. but it’s lexa. it’s not just another. she’s her - she’s her something that clarke isn’t quite ready to name yet, afraid of her and for her, of them and for them. it’s lexa and clarke is scared to find that she can’t help but feel what she feels. it’s distracting and counter productive and she can’t stop.

lexa barely manages to whimper “dark,” into her ear, and clarke simply hugs her tighter.

“I’m here. i’m here. you’re okay.” how many times do they have to tell that to each other for it to become true?

clarke guides lexa to a bed and lexa doesn’t stop shaking in her sleep; clarke strokes her back and gives her hair gentle kisses that sooth neither of them.

lexa’s terrified of the dark and clarke is terrified of everything the dark has just uncovered within her.

ceci1730

The Hesitation™

The touch, so afraid with her right hand’s thumb, almost not believing she was real

And finally, the touch with her left hand, her hand, NOT directly to her skin, but to the last texture her hands touched of her, nightblood.

hestersgeek

Just a reminder this was unscripted, thanks Elycia.

mandallorian

Clexa Week Day 4 - Favorite Scene

jackthebard

Just remember. There is no such thing as a fake geek girl. There are only fake geek boys. Science fiction was invented by a woman.

sourcedumal

shuttersmiley

Specifically a teenage girl. You know, someone who would be a part of the demographic that some of these boys are violently rejecting.

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Isaac Asimov.

sim0nbaz-deactivated20170205

yo mary shelley wrote frankenstein in 1818 and isaac asimov was born in 1920 so you kinda get my point

fancyeliza-deactivated20200804

If you want to push it back even further Margaret Cavendish, the duchess of Newcastle (1623-1673) wrote The Blazing World in 1666, about a young woman who discovers a Utopian world that can only be accessed via the North Pole - oft credited as one of the first scifi novels

Women have always been at the forefront of literature, the first novel (what we would consider a novel in modern terms) was written by a woman (Lady Muraskai’s the Tale of Genji in the early 1000s) take your snide “Isaac Asimov” reblogs and stick it

even in terms of male scifi authors, asimov was predated by Jules Verne, HG Wells, George Orwell, you could have even cited Poe or Jonathan Swift has a case but Asimov?

PbbBFFTTBBBTBTTBBTBTTT so desperate to discredit the idea of Mary Shelly as the mother of modern science fiction you didn’t even do a frickin google search For Shame

cryptovalid

And if you want to go back even further, the first named, identified author in history was Enheduanna of Akkad, a Sumerian high priestess.

gunthatshootsennui

Kinda funny, considering this Isaac Asimov quote on the subject:

Mary Shelley was the first to make use of a new finding of science which she advanced further to a logical extreme, and it is that which makes Frankenstein the first true science fiction story.

deathcomes4u

Even Isaac Asimov ain’t having none of your shit, not even posthumously.

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You know what else was invented by women? Masked vigilantes, the precursor to the modern superhero. Baroness Emma Orczy wrote The Scarlet Pimpernel in 1905. The character would later inspire better known masked vigilantes such as Zorro and Batman.

geekinlibrariansclothing

Got that?

bettieleetwo

Stick that in your international pipe and smoke it

la-knight

I have literally been telling people this for over a year.

athenadark

the first extended prose piece - ie a novel, was not, as many male scholars will shout, Don Quixote (1605) but The Tale of Genji (1008) written by a woman

thepsychicclam

The first autobiography ever written in English is also attributed to a woman, The Book of Margery Kempe (1430s).

ladynorbert

The day may come when I find this post and do not reblog it, but it is not this day.

queenrhonamitra

Isn’t 5 the one people were saying maybe Rachel would come back in? I forget why? Is this just a coincidence? Idk? Do I still hope? Or do I give up? Help me?

#the last ship

johnandrasjaqobis

current vague theory: Rachel was stabilized and immediately moved in case the immunes weren’t done targeting her. POTUS spread word of her death so the attackers wouldn’t try again and she’s now cross-country doing sciencey work, helping mass-produce the cure and getting it to rural areas in the southwest while Tex acts as her personal security in case anyone gets the idea again.

she’s FINE

jjang-lipe

Oh man. I sure hope so.

#the last ship