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Reblogged clexa-is-forever
crossfaded somewhere between "there has to be more to life than this" and "every mundane thing is beautiful when you're with people you love"
Reblogged sniperct
truly few things instantly put me in a bad mood more than humidity
WHY is the fucking AIR out here TOUCHING ME
get OFF
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Ava started writing, with a pen and paper, again during their time in the alps.
She started small. Her own name. The name of the town they’re in. Their grocery lists. Short notes to let Beatrice know where she went off to.
Ava quickly developed a habit of leaving post-it notes around the apartment, scribbled onto them were her happy thoughts. Saw a dog today. Found a cute cafe. Camila and Mother Supes are both safe.
She never stopped documenting these little things on her brightly colored post-it notes, even after they left the alps.
After Beatrice returned to Jullian’s house post-battle and without Ava by her side, she found them: haphazardly stacked together and hidden in a zip compartment in Ava’s bag.
The first few notes were familiar, from their alps days. Then a couple Beatrice hadn’t seen before. Dick pastries. Prado Museum.
Then, training with Beatrice. She wasn’t sure when this was from. She didn’t care.
Another one, Beatrice’s sunglasses, followed by, Beatrice’s face when she’s trying to focus.
Beatrice went through the rest of the stack. Almost all of the notes were about her. Beatrice letting me call her Bea. Beatrice got darted and couldn’t function. Beatrice’s face when she heard that Camila does TikTok now.
And so this was how the sister warriors found Beatrice, sitting on Ava’s bed, crying over a single, ordinary, pale-yellow post-it note that read: Bea will live.
Reblogged useless-les-bien
My mom just sent me this video without any context??
I’m deceased
I didn’t know what to expect when I turned the sound on but it wasn’t that
I hate you guys.
Reblogged raccoonhearteyes
Do you think after Clarke finally saw Lexa fight, and absolutely kick Roan’s ass she paused for a moment and thought of all the times she had clearly underestimated Lexa’s strength. She obviously knew Lexa was powerful from meeting her, but it was more the power that Lexa commanded than her personal skill. And now Clarke just has a moment where she remembers backing Lexa into a table, spitting in her face, holding a knife to her neck, and she realises just how badly that could have ended for her. So she has a little ‘oh shit’ moment… And then an even more profound ‘oh shit’ moment when she remembers all the times Lexa let her threaten her, never lifted a finger against her, and how much that says about Lexa’s feelings for Clarke.
Reblogged useless-les-bien
canon: they died
fanfic: fUCK YOU
Canon: and so they never met
Fanfic: here’s a funny story
Canon: There was tension and pining, but they never even kissed.
Fanfic: Actually,
Canon: Torture the cinnamon roll.
Fanfic: Torture the cinnamon roll.
Canon: When they traveled they stayed in separate rooms
Fanfic: AND. THERE. WAS. ONLY. ONE. BED!!!!!
Canon: … and they were roommates.
Fanfic: oh my god, they were roommates…
Canon: They were international assassins who assassinated assassins.
Fanfic: But hot DAMN wait till you hear about this cafe they opened
Canon: They had a coffeeshop
Fanfic: but they were ASSASSINS
Canon: they were mortal enemies and attempted to murder each other on multiple occasions
Fanfic: bUT THEY GOT MARRIED AND ADOPTED CHILDREN
Everytime I reblog this has a new addition and it’s the best
inkpotter-deactivated20211125
Canon: They were straight
Fanfic: Lol
THE LAST ONE IS THE BEST ONE
I love fanfic so so so much.
Canon: Am I joke to you?
Fanon: No, just a disappointment.
Reblogged raccoonhearteyes
Clarke: You don’t stand a chance against Roan-
Lexa: You’ve never seen me fight. I am not what I eat, Clarke.
Clarke: And what’s that???
Lexa: