;; A L O N E .

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EVERY WOMAN ON SUPERGIRL IS GOOD AND GAY

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            STARTER CALL

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lexa isn’t a lesbian, she’s gay.

[flowellch]

#110% gay and proud

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someone is playing rlly sad music at work and its making me emo af

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            STARTER CALL

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OUT.

*sighs loudly*

sometimes i remember that lexa d*ed and i get all choked up at work and it’s honestly Gross why am i such an emotional person

[firequeendany]

person: is there a new ship why you still ship Clexa? move on and stop being salty about them

me: 

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            “i’m too gay for this.”

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OUT.

i just had a guy be racist to me on the phone bc im from canada wooooooooow

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also bc u watch supergirl (i guess???) the actress who played nia (aka my mom brenda strong) is the same actress who played lena && lex luthor's mom, lillian luthor in supergirl idk u don't know but this is important

                                 I AM ALIVE

[hedaswarrior]

3.04 Lexa // 2.02 Alex

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OUT.

look who’s finally here jesus christ.

i remembered my lexa password finaly

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escaping from a grounder prison isn’t easy but if anyone can do it, clarke can. she owes the majority of her success to indra, though. at least she still had one friend in the capital. now, laying in the dark, clarke wonders how they’d ended up on the brink of war again. lexa is gone but she’s not dead, clarke knows. she can feel it in her bones and she cannot rest until she’s found her. 

the dark is quiet and clarke is uneasy in her camp. she knows titus and his hounds, the large grounder giants who are under his command, are stalking the woods after her head. wanheda has yet another bounty on her head. she’s foregone a fire because it’s too dangerous and it’s freezing. she can see her every breath, feel her icy lips as she rubs them together. normally, she’d take the chance but clarke has something else to protect now. there’s more than just herself and she’s sworn by death that she’d destroy any living thing that threatens the child she’s carrying. 

she recalls the night lexa was taken from her. clarke had planned to tell her the next day. she imagines lexa’s face, she pictures her excitement but also the little glimpse of terror in her eyes. a motherly terror, one that screams protection. clarke has it too. it’s a furious thing, she can only equate it to losing a bit of her sanity. it’s a rage that’ll never leave her. it drives her now because protecting their child means finding lexa and clarke will walk the entirety of the earth until she finds her. 

day breaks and clarke continues on her search. her bones ache with restlessness and tired knees carry her. exhaustion paints her features with dark eyes and there’s a tightness in her jaw that shows her determination. 

a few hours later, she’s made a fire in the open daylight to cook the game she’s killed. her stomach rumbles and clarke has to eat. she’s gone days before but she has to keep her energy up and now there’s another mouth to feed. it’s not just herself that she has to worry about anymore. 

she’s tearing at the meat with her teeth when she hears laughter in the distance. panic rises in her stomach as she stomps the fire out quickly and darts behind a large fallen oak. clarke waits as the voices come closer and then she puts a face to them as the group of grounders come into view. she squints, trying to make out what they’re carrying. it looks as if a prisoner? the group of three walk closer and the realization dawns on her that it’s lexa. 

clarke’s heart pounds in her chest. lexa is alive, there’s hope. the blonde is considering her options on how she’ll take down the large warriors but then, to her surprise, they let lexa’s body flop to the ground. ‘disha ste good. no won will find her hir. the animals will ge her fou the morning.’ a growl rises in clarke’s throat. she notices these men from polis and ingrains their faces into her memory for when they come to face the heda they’ve betrayed once more. 

it’s too long as clarke waits for them to disappear out of sight and she’s gotten a new surge of energy as she darts for lexa. a silent prayer to whatever higher power there is that lexa will survive this. she has to. when she’s close enough, she can see they’ve tortured lexa and have left her for dead. clarke’s hands tremble as she falls to her knees to cradle the brunette’s head in her lap, “lexa, wake up my love,” she cries. clarke wants to wail, she wants to scream, she wants the world to hear her broken roar but she can’t. for their safety, she can’t. “i need you, lexa. please wake up, please,” clarke begs in whispers. she’s holding her so tenderly like a fragile little thing feeling lexa’s labored breaths. clarke has been around death enough to know that there’s not much she can do, lexa has to find more fight within her at this point. “lexa, i need you to live. your child needs you to live, okay?” clarke sobs, “wake up lexa.” @kcmtrikru

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                                      she can’t breathe.

                breathing has become a FANTASY for lexa at this point. the once-powerful commander was now faced with the possibility of DEATH at the hands of the grounders who had taken her. from the moment she awoke in the morning she knew not a moment of peace - when she woke up from sleep she was already SCREAMING, already feeling the pain shoot through her body.

                     she’d gotten to used to it now that       she forgot what it was like to wake up without it.

                she’d known that proposing to clarke hadn’t been a popular decision; unaware that there were EYES on her, the proposal had been the last straw for those grounders. lexa had gotten down on one knee as she had so many years ago and asked clarke to be her second in command, to stay by her side forever. the yes she’d gotten had made lexa feel happiness she’d NEVER felt in her life - it was such an unfamiliar feeling that it SCARED her, but when clarke looked at her in joy like that, she found she didn’t MIND the fear. 

                        she’d never been so happy.

                and now, like a complete 180, she was laying on the cold ground. the image of the proposal was the ONLY thing keeping her alive in that torture room; but even then, she knew full well that clarke was probably DEAD by now. lexa’s disappearance and assumed death was exactly the excuse for the others to hunt down clarke. all lexa had ever wanted was to live a peaceful life with the woman she loved. sure, a life of a commander was never quite PEACEFUL, but god.. it almost seemed UNFAIR how quickly her life was stolen from her. she’d never gotten to say goodbye, either - she could just WATCH as she was stolen from clarke. from her HOME.

                lexa’s body shook as she was set on the ground, but she wasn’t moving it willingly; she was in complete SHOCK, and her limbs had basically given up on her. she’s sure that she will never feel WHOLE again. once she’s left alone, she’s able to open her eyes a LITTLE. she groans in the darkness - and then she hears FOOTSTEPS, and she winces. suddenly she’s scared again - oh god, they’re coming back, THEY’RE COMING BACK.

                but who appears is not one of her abusers. instead, it’s clarke. she can hear what clarke is saying but she can barely see her. her eyes are much too blurry and she’s being moved. the sudden warmth around her body makes her head spin, but it’s such a FOREIGN feeling that she’s almost confused. but then she realized it’s a GOOD thing, because it’s CLARKE, and she’s able to open her eyes a little bit again.

         she sees her beautiful face, and suddenly she’s HOME again. suddenly she forgets the torture she’s just endured. suddenly.. she’s OKAY.

                her brain can’t quite register clarke’s CONFESSION of pregnancy, but still her hand moves on instinct, coming to rest on clarke’s stomach. her eyes are barely slits and blood is dripping from the corner of her mouth, and she’s SHAKING, but she’s alive enough to acknowledge her lover. 

                “y-you’re alive,” she chokes out, hand moving to grip at clarke’s shirt. her fingers SHAKE, her lip trembles. she NEEDS to just be held for a second. she needs it so desperately. “m-my love, you’re al -- alive. you’re alive.”

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Why wont @mythxi love me

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Psa @sarkisms is a shitface And so is @ghostofaformerself