#commanderiiisms

[reclaimingsecond]

Rain: like i literally imagine lexa JUST piecing her life back together after this fact and she's all "yes, i can finally move on. i'm ready." Rain: octavia: -is the tazmanian fucking devil of romance.- Gina: …what a beautifully on point analogy.

honestly i just need this on my blog

[fadedsolace-archive-blog]

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Send my muse kisses you want to give them!

ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.  ( this is going under a read more because somehow it turned into a novel jfc )

                        it’s the SEVENTH time she’s returned  ( clarke has counted ).  lexa was still commander and therefor had to spend the majority of her time with her people, ruling them, but also protecting them. but it’s the seventh time she’s returned to find clarke trekking the woods alone, and it’s the seventh time a moment of silence gets the better of the blonde. they exchange more and more words, now — clarke has become less resistant to it, but still, a little reluctant. she figured that maybe for now, if she couldn’t forgive herself, she could work on forgiving lexa. would it work? she didn’t know, but the days lexa was with her, were the days where her mind was less MESSY than usual. sometimes she hated it, she denied it, but sometimes she just had to accept it.

                       they were sitting in a cave since it was raining — the commander had again set up a fire in the middle of them both. clarke was feeling something she just couldn’t SHAKE — her whole body was telling her no, except for her heart, which had just whispered a simple ‘ yes ’. simple, yes, it was as simple as that, she could just get up from the damp ground that she had been sitting on, and move towards lexa  ( note how much distance lexa always put between them both ever since the say she had found clarke roaming around the woods with nothing else but her loneliness ).  clarke sat down and though there was still a small space between them, she didn’t mind the closeness. she accepted it.

                        a single tear fell from clarke’s eye, and a ball formed inside her throat. EMOTIONS — she was getting emotional. clarke, who had been trying so hard to hide from them these past few weeks, was finally feeling something that wasn’t GUILT or ANGER. she craved human contact and just from her elbow being inches away from lexa’s, the pace of her breaths was already rapidly increasing. there was an intense emotion pouring OUT of her heart and she just couldn’t quite put her hand on it.

                                                     “ my heart —- hurts. ”

                       her voice cracked at  ‘ hurts ’  because it did, it hurt oh so much that it’s the only thing that pushed her to sleep at night, accompanied with a few tears and sometimes SCREAMS in the middle of a nightmare. it hurt because she was carrying the burden of her whole camp, carrying the souls of the mountain, and carrying the grief and anger that she felt towards herself. it hurt, because it was TOO HEAVY for her to handle anymore. and when the commander spent time with her, even if silence always surrounded the two, somehow, it became easier. clarke didn’t know if it was because of lexa herself, or because of the human interaction that she craved more than ever, but she was the one who made the weight lighter to carry.

                       she ran her scarred hands through her hair and unconsciously leaned her head upon lexa’s shoulder. she just felt like she could. it just felt like it was right. and she had no idea how good it would feel. she could hear the commander’s breathing — she could hear her heart beat. she could hear… HUMAN. this girl wasn’t a monster, this girl was just someone wanting to protect her people. she still had a heart, though preferred to used her head over it because she was taught it was  ‘ the right thing to do ’.  she was still human. there was still a h e a r t b e a t.

                     a heartbeat, in a fragile cage. clarke had learnt how fragile lexa was because of the way she refused to show emotion but had nonetheless kissed her in the most gentle, heart-warming but also heart breaking way a person could ever kiss someone.

                     clarke lifts her head and isn’t surprised when all she sees are lexa’s eyes, the tips of their noses almost touching already. she knew she was too emotionally unstable to break the  ‘ not yet ’ that she had promised after lexa had kissed her that day, but she also knew that in that precise moment, she wanted this. she wanted those lips. she wanted to feel nothing but also feel EVERYTHING in the world. she wanted to forget her grief, and rekindle with another emotion — passion, maybe. 

                                                       yes, it was passion.

                     two more tears fall from her eyes and her breath hitches as she leans forwards to close the gap between them. the commander doesn’t resist, and clarke starts feeling things she’s craved for as soon as their lips touch. physical closeness, sweetness, innocence maybe — and not a MOUNTAIN weighing over her shoulders. she gently places her right hand on the side of lexa’s face and she finds another feeling — gentleness. her lips are almost burning at her touch — she could actually be glowing right now.

                      their noses bump as their lips separate just for a half second. sparks fly when their lips touch again. another tear drops from clarke’s eye and she can taste it on her top lip — salty — she’s sure lexa can taste it too. taste her fear, her guilt — her pain. maybe somehow she can take it away a little more, just like she had been doing every time she came back to see clarke. but clarke doesn’t think of that. the only thing she thinks of is how she NEEDS this — needs physical contact, closeness, a touch, a kiss, PASSION, something — LEXA. 

                                                           she needs someone.

                                 (  admit it  )

                                                                       it’s lexa.

[aeronautix-archive-blog]

The worst fics are the ones that make Murphy particularly perverted towards women. Like there's not even a FLICKER of that kinda personality to him on the show? And he's been given plenty of opportunities.

oh man i forgot about those fics

fics writers...wyd...

[fadedsolace-archive-blog]

commanderiiisms u stalker

[ledbyachild-archive]

“Why are you screaming this time?”

OLD PEOPLE SAY WEIRD THINGS || ( & sent by commanderiiisms )

“I’m not screaming, Lexa. I’m arguing. There’s a difference.” Clarke took a seat on Lexa’s cot, inhaling sharply as she tried to maintain her composure. It was the second time she was in the Commander’stent and there was still so much left to say. Each time Clarke had turned her back to Lexa, more words neededto be said but it waseasier to walk away than continue an argument with a fire burningwithin her heart and grief hidden deep within her eyes. 

“I don’t need the entire camp hearing what I have to say to you.”

[skailegend]

[6/2/15, 6:41:25 PM] sky princess: lays down on the floor [6/2/15, 6:41:28 PM] sky princess: covers myself up [6/2/15, 6:41:34 PM] sky princess: do not disturb me any longer [6/2/15, 6:41:41 PM] heda loaf: -covers with rocks.- [6/2/15, 6:41:59 PM] sky princess: if you think that will encourage me to move you are sadly mistaken [6/2/15, 6:42:08 PM] heda loaf: -covers with bombs.- [6/2/15, 6:42:21 PM] sky princess: well it was nice knowing you [6/2/15, 6:42:46 PM] heda loaf: -detonates bombs.- [6/2/15, 6:42:56 PM] heda loaf: -bombs are actually balloons filled with spiders.- [6/2/15, 6:42:58 PM] heda loaf: -pop.- [6/2/15, 6:43:12 PM] sky princess: okAY SATAN

[moralstrife-blog]

[6:16:11 PM] leksa.: i have a song that's perfect for kane

[6:16:20 PM] [ dad kane voice ]: :0

[6:16:27 PM] leksa.: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ

[6:17:12 PM] [ dad kane voice ]: did u rly just

[6:17:29 PM] [ dad kane voice ]: i cannot even believe, commander pls

[6:17:30 PM] leksa.: LMAO

[leaderbcrn-archive]

commanderiiisms replied to your post : does anyone else have random like… car blogs or...

What’s wrong with cars and cottages?!

nothing but why are they following me of all people? like five of them all at once following a clarke griffin rp blog? so random lmfao