I routinely, ROUTINELY, think about how fucking amazing the story of Lexa and Clarke was. How well done it was at that time, how you could feel the tension, the angst, the anger, from every interaction. The longing because they're the same, they're the same, and they're fucked up, and they're just fucking young adults trying to survive in a world that wants them dead.
And CW ruined that with the bury your gays trope.
I could rip concrete apart with my bare hands I'm so angry.





















