Lexa deserved to see Clarke tipsy. Lexa deserved to see Clarke laughing, unhindered. Lexa deserved to see Clarke jealous. Lexa deserved to see Clarke act like a dork. Lexa deserved to see Clarke flirt with her when she is desperately trying to keep serious. Lexa deserved to be able to pick Clarke up and swing her around after coming back from a long trip away from Polis. Lexa deserved to see Clarke in an old world dress. Lexa deserved to get inducted into Clarke’s friend group. Lexa deserved the chance to make Abby like her. Lexa deserved to live a happy life with her soulmate. Lexa deserved to have her lover by her side as she handled any challenges that were thrown her way. Lexa deserved to study ancient earth and Skaikru customs and get down on one knee to propose to Clarke. Lexa deserved to spend countless hours designing their bonding tattoos together. Lexa deserved to have a small yet elegant ceremony with everyone who mattered to them gathered to see the two declare their love to each other eternally. Lexa deserved to live. Lexa deserved better.
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What I hate the most about my favorite (lesbian) ships is, that, I read so many fanfictions about them, that at the point of a new season/rewatch, I have to remember that none of that ever happened and they’re broken up, one of them is dead or they never were together in the first place :(
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Dec. 17 - Day 1: Basically A Hallmark Movie
Dec. 18 - Day 2: Naughty or Nice
Dec. 19 - Day 3: Under the Mistletoe
Dec. 20 - Day 4: Snowed In
Dec. 21 - Day 5: Winter Wonderland
Dec. 22 - Day 6: Spiked Eggnog
Dec. 23 - Day 7: Free Day
Lexa floats, like a piece of driftwood, in the strange in-between world in the middle of consciousness and slumber. The car rocks gently around her, the radio hums, brief flashes of light break up the darkness behind her eyelids, and Lexa lay cradled in the center of it all, curled up in her seat with the seat warmers on, suspended in that place of limbo where time has no meaning.
At least, until the soft murmur of Clarke's voice breaks through the fog as if from a great distance. Lexa stirs, awareness gradually returning to her. Her lashes flutter as she blinks, cracking her eyes open to see Clarke looking at her with fond amusement.
"Sorry to wake you. I just— I'm coming up on the last toll and I can't find the coin purse. I think it's in the glove box. Which…" She gestures vaguely at the swell of her stomach, one hand still on the wheel. Which she can't reach. Right.
Lexa unravels her legs and spares a moment for a languid stretch before she opens the glove box to pluck out the frog-shaped coin purse she'd hidden there when they'd stopped for dinner earlier. They're already rolling up to the toll booth, so Lexa opens it up and counts out the change Clarke needs, handing it over to her. She yawns, feeling much more awake by the time they're gaining speed again.
"We're close," Clarke tells her, nodding toward her phone plugged in its holder on the dashboard. Lexa doesn't need a glance at the map to tell her that, though. She breathes in deeply and the scent of pine fills her lungs. They've already made it to the outskirts of Polis. The road ahead is flanked on either side by familiar pine trees, stretching up toward a night sky that's starting to lighten, the surplus of stars dwindling as the city's distant artificial lights bleach the sky.
Madi Griffin (about taking the Flame): "I did it because I love you."
Clarke Griffin: "I thought love was weakness. Isn't that what the Commanders in your head tell you?"
Madi Griffin: "Yes, all but one."
Okay just rip my heart out at the fact that Lexa remained forever changed by loving Clarke, that to the very last day she was “alive” (in the flame) she died believing that Clarke was her greatest strength, and was forever changed by the ideals that that love showed to her.