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Lexa "Goddess of charisma" Kom Trikru/Part2

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adventures with domestic clexa 

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🏃 🏃

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Doodles in Shakespeare class

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“May we meet again”

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Clexa by Kris Anka!

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Clarke and Lexa having a hot, nice bath. ‘Catch me, I’m falling’ aka Clexa hsau fic by http://clexa-hsau.tumblr.com/

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Also recently @wolfjillyjill wrote a beautiful story for this drawing https://archiveofourown.org/works/12758757

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(Insp.)

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This last little part of their kiss kills me so much because of two totally different posts I read about it. The first one said something like “aww look at how Lexa chases after Clarke’s mouth before she realizes that she has pulled away”. The other one mentioned how quick Lexa is to pull away herself when she realizes Clarke stopped kissing her back. So now all I can think is how caught up she is at first, how she wants to keep kissing Clarke so badly she doesn’t even realize what’s happening, but once she does she gets all self conscious and the fact that she tried to keep kissing her makes her feel even more stupid. And that breaks my heart because baby Lexa can’t think Clarke doesn’t want her. Because of course she does. She just can’t. Not yet.

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I’ll never be over the way Lexa says Clarke’s name. Like it’s something holy … luminous and unstoppable … something to be revered … both challenging and intimate … both demanding and supplicant … both chastising and empowering … both tremulous and impassioned. It’s as if Lexa pours her very soul into every utterance of Clarke’s name … until every empty space is filled, until every shadow is chased away, until there is nothing but light and Clarke is made whole again. Lexa’s fervent prayer, and its answer, has always been Clarke’s name.

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Clexa au

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even in hades, i am with you. (sappho)

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