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I have no (respectful) words right now

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After nearly 30 years, I am still a proud Xenite! Love live the Warrior Princess!

ATTENTION XENA FANS!!!

We are just 2 months away from the THIRTY YEAR ANNIVERSARY of our beloved TV show 🤯

In order to celebrate this HUGE milestone, I am proposing an official XENA FAN WEEK. I know that our fandom is alive and well after all this time, so let's prove it!

Let's put out as much new art and community engagement as we can! 📢📢📢

Xena Fan Week will begin the same day that the very first episode aired: September 4th, and then continue for a full 7 days. Save the date NOW and start making those gifs, fics, and art pieces!

Please share this post and tag all of your fellow Xena fans. We are one of the longest running fandoms on the internet, and now is our time to prove that we are still alive and well!

LETS GO XENA FANS!

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Okay, but in which gif did she do the heda grrr thing because I just don’t see it 😭

Baby kitten shows teeth and snarls when she's exerting force 🥺

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Amazon Prime has all episodes of Xena: Warrior Princess!!!

https://www.amazon.com/gp/video/detail/B000W4QRVU/ref=atv_dp_share_cu_r

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do you ever think about how - despite everything - lexa died exactly how she wanted to, in the comfort of her own room, with clarke by her side, her voice being the last thing she ever heard, her face being the last she ever saw and her hands being the last she ever felt

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It's June 1. It's time.

Go be gay.

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Being chubby is OK. Having a squishy belly is OK. Having stretch marks is OK. Having curves is OK.

we’re still out here being cute and fuckable and desirable and BEAUTIFUL.

embrace that shit, babe.

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This will never get old 😂😂

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thank you Canada 🇨🇦

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🖤

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love reading an older fic (10-20 years+) because you get these hilarious author’s notes but ALSO because you get the occasional “shout out to Jessica….without you telling me to write this fic it wouldn’t exist” and then the author proceeds to write the best 100k fic you’ve ever read and the whole time you’re thinking to yourself, where is Jessica these days? does she know she sparked this amazing fic? shout out to Jessica hope you’re doing well girl

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Alpha Your Way Into My Heart

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Status: WIP

Summary: One moment of distraction is all it takes for Clarke to accidentally send a text admitting how much Lexa’s scent affects her to the wrong addressee. Lexa. Her Alpha roommate on the cusp of her rut. The situation would be only slightly mortifying and complicated if Clarke wasn’t also an Alpha. In a world where biology and prejudices often go hand-in-hand, will the two women get their happy ending?

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Chapter 1: The Scent of You...

Deep blue eyes crossed in front of the laptop, too tired for the words to make sense anymore. Clarke usually enjoyed biochem, but after five hours of reviewing her notes, she was reconsidering her position. As well as her decision to get into pre-med. Maybe she should have pursued her second passion, the arts, instead of leaving it as a hobby. Her open-minded family would have supported her decision. But being a doctor would offer her a steady income, enough to feed how many children she might have one day. It would help her fulfill her role as an Alpha. Being an artist, however…

The smell bursting from under the door warned her of her roommate’s arrival. A scent of wood, pine and oak, and of moss and wet grass. Lexa’s scent. Stronger than usual, which could only mean one thing. Fuck. Lexa came through the door a second later, and her scent confirmed what Clarke feared. Lexa was in rut. Or she would soon be.

Keep reading on A03

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I went on an adventure today to return a pillow to IKEA with my coworker Astrid.

We were having a nice day and got stuck in traffic coming home. On the way her phone rang and she was driving so she declined the call with a sigh. “I feel so bad for him,” she said.

“You know that number?”

She did. It turns out her phone number had previously belonged to a woman named Serena. The man calling was her dad. He had Alzheimer’s and didn’t remember his daughter was dead, so he just called the number he knew was hers.

I was stricken to hear this. “Do you talk to him?”

“Yeah. Sometimes he thinks I’m her and we talk. I have a notebook with facts I’ve learned about her so I can connect with him better. Sometimes he knows I’m not her and I say I’m her friend.”

I struggled with the beauty and humanity of this for a moment. “What’s his name?”

“I don’t know; I just call him Dad.”

We sat in silence and I was overwhelmed with feelings. That she was so kind and thoughtful about this random connection. A man who called and spoke to her with love for the daughter he missed.

"One time," she added, "he called me just after I had a difficult day with my mom. I knew Serena and her mom had a rocky relationship so I talked to him about my frustrations with my own mother and he gave the following advice: ‘Everyone fails sometimes, even parents; what's important is to communicate with our loved ones, even when it's difficult.’

“I have never forgotten that advice and it healed a portion of my heart."