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Cafe ’ Magick
Lacy left pre-calculus exhausted. She desperately needed some coffee to stay alert while she finished polishing the final paper for her creative writing class. Her muse was wavering since her best friend left school. Amanda was pregnant. Lacy was depressed.
Walking the familiar streets of New Town, her feet moved as if on autopilot to her favorite Star Buckles Café. Every Wednesday evening, she would write, and people watch while polishing off her favorite toffee flavored latte. Phone in hand as she traveled, she noticed her battery was almost dead and the door handle to the coffee shop refused to budge. She stepped back and noticed a huge “closed for remodeling” sign. “Shit!”
She quickly Google-searched for another coffee shop and followed her pedestrian enabled GPS. Another Star Buckles was further downtown than she was comfortable with. Her father told her to stay near the school to stay safe. Yet, she was feeling desperate and would risk walking further away from campus to keep a semblance of her routine.
“Walk two blocks South and your destination is on the left.” The GPS voice-prompted and her phone died. She shook her head in disgust.
Lacy missed her friend something awful, her room was too quiet, and she had no one to talk too. Deeply lost in her thoughts she missed the left turn and kept walking South. After four blocks she realized her error, but she noticed a cute little coffee and tea shop to her right and headed for it.
As she entered Café Magick, a small smile graced her lips at the cute French Apothecary theme of the shop. An old-style bell chimed when she opened the door and the hip clothing and hairstyles of the customers seemed at odds with the homogenous conventions of her usual haunt. "What is this place?" She thought. A larger smile graced her face when she noticed the cutest girl in her writing class working the coffee machine.
Lacy slowly made her way to the counter fascinated by the décor of the place and the calm mood it elicited inside her. “Kristin, hi!”
The five-foot-five twenty-something was wiping down the coffee machine. Spiky dark brown hair with purple tips, vivid blue eyes, and a right eyebrow piercing looked up and threw Lacy off guard by the smile that radiated through her entire face. “Hi. Lacy right? You are in my writing class.”
Lacy giggled awkwardly. "Yes, I am. I have never been here before. I usually go to Star Buckles off Main Street, but it’s closed."
Kristin looked offended. “Pfff, this place is way better than that shithole. What can I get you?” She pointed to a chalkboard. “Those are today’s specials.”
Lacy rubbed her chin in thought, her cute long blond hair bouncing slightly. “Um, I think I will try a medium lavender-vanilla latte with soymilk on ice, please. I have never had lavender in my coffee before.”
“Coming right up.” Kristin smiled again. “Why don’t you pick a seat. This place will fill up soon.”
"Thank you," Lacy said.
She quickly found a cozy little nook near the front window that two women had just vacated. This was already her favorite spot in the store. The bay window next to her seat offered her a view of the various colored apothecary bottles on the window shelves. She could see the world outside and had a complete view of the patrons inside of the shop. She pulled her laptop, pen, and paper out while Kristin hand-delivered her coffee.
“Let me know if you need anything else.” She said and sauntered off.
The environment was fueling Lacy’s creativity and the finishing touches on her paper went perfect. Not long after she saved then emailed her final draft to her professor, a hoard of drag queens entered the store in all their flamboyant and boisterous glory.
The scene before her opened her eyes to the subtle rainbow items, the predominant women, and the drags queens. "Oh my God, I am in the gay district," she thought. She opened her word processor and wrote, and people watched, and her muse hit her with a wave of ethereal inspiration.
Night had fallen, and the shop was slowly emptying. Kristin walked over to Lacy. “Hey, you looked so busy earlier that I didn't want to bother you. I thought you would like some water and, just so you know, we are about to close soon.”
“Thank you!” Lacy sucked down the water and swished some inside her mouth. “I have to admit something. Lavender is the worst tasting stuff to put into coffee.”
Kristin laughed. “Isn’t though. You should have asked for a new drink.”
Lacy’s hazel eyes peered into Kristin’s. "I guess I am not used to complaining. My dad’s motto is "suck it up buttercup," so I usually do.”
Kristin sat down. “Well, buttercup next time you are in here I will buy you a coffee to make up for that one deal?”
Lacy shot out her hand to shake the brunettes. “Deal. I have another problem. My phone died and I have no idea how to get home from here.”
“If you want to wait, I can give you a ride back to the dorms. Just give me fifteen more minutes to wrap up.” The barista moved to the counter and asked, “how do you like the gay district?”
Lacy moved closer so they could talk. “I love it! My muse came back to me tonight. My roommate and best friend left two weeks ago, and I have been miserable. Then my favorite coffee shop was closed, and I thought things could not get any worse.”
“Don’t forget about the nasty lavender coffee.” Kristin winked.
“Ha! Yep, that too. But truthfully tonight has felt like a door has opened, and my life will take on a new path. Getting lost and finding this place seems like fate to me.”
Kristin locked the front door and guided Lacy out the back to the small reserved parking lot to her car. A black shiny two thousand something Camaro sat under a bright streetlight.
Lacy squealed. “Is that your car?”
“Yes, it is.” Kristin smiled proudly.
“Please tell me it has a V8 in it.” Lacy gently rubbed the passenger door. “My father and I love car shows.”
"Could anyone drive a muscle car without one?" Kristin scoffed. "She has a 350 and a stick."
Lacy stared at Kristin for a moment before asking. "Are you single?"
"Yes, I am."
Lacy grabbed her chest and slide into the leather seat. "Be still my heart… this just may be the best night ever!"
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Sweet!
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And HOT!
hate to break it to you Clarke but your girlfriend’s kind of a badass
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Break my heart!
Alycia Debnam-Carey in photos for The 100 Season Three Finale: Perverse Instantiation – Part Two (x)
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Yes! Octavia walking away feels like my reaction to this show.
octavia killing pike and leaving everyone is a metaphor for all of us
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I am thinking that it would have been better for Lexa and Wanheda to have annihilated Skykru/Arkadia after Pike had the Army of 300 killed. They could have killed every chipped person in the process too, so bye Alie. May have been a better story than the shit we got.
Season 3 in a nutshell
Arkers/skaikru are parasites that came to Earth, killed a ton of grounders, got Lexa killed and destroyed the world in the process…. guess roaches are the only things that survive the end of the world.
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Some porn blog is following me, which I don't want. How do I block them if I don't know the url?
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Wow, that was me too. I kept waiting for a sexual assault to happen on that docked ship because we are conditioned to expect that. Plus, I feel like the people in Alicias life are a bunch of pussys except for, Daniel. Nick is ok, but I just can't trust a drug addict.
Seriously sick of the possible rape/assault threats the show keeps giving Alicia. Like I dont know if its different for male viewers but like as a girl I'm so sick and tired of it and disappointed and really frustrated, because they can show men as a threat without making it sexual or like predatory because since the beginning of the series any male around Alicia that has been travis/strand/daniel/nick/chris has been overtly creepy and alluding to sexual violence and I hate it.
it’s gotten to the point where they’ve done it so often (and so blatantly) that im expecting it. like i’m waiting for it to happen. which is fucking depressing. more than that though is the thought that like. they’ll likely frame it in the narrative as her turning point, in regards to her ability to survive and usefulness to the group. because thanks to alycia, we know she’s going to survive at least season two. and we know she’s going to be a badass. or, rather than a badass, she’s likely going to be colder, sharper, and more prone to violence, which would be an emotional change that could very be easily explained as an aftermath of her sexual assault.
but no, anyway. what i fucking hate is this like. depressed resigned ‘waiting for it to happen’ mood that the show has instilled in me. the foreshadowing has been so relentless, and so heavy, that it isn’t even a question of if so much as when and it’s depressing as fuck
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My high school years were a blur too. My years in the Navy, now that I miss.
i don’t usually mind the fact that i never really got the chance to make memories worth remembering in school.
but then i go on fb and everyone’s talking about their time at the school and how they’re going to miss it and miss their friends and teachers and all that coz today was pretty much the last day of school (given exams start of tuesday, no one’s gonna bother showing up for classes). and i kinda just look at them and go “…..damn, i missed out.”
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Becareful were you take this because I am sure it wasn't long ago that m/m or w/w relationships on t.v. went to the FCC too. Let's not be petty.
FCC complaints
It appears that this is the place to go to file the complaints.
Please make sure to follow the guidelines. Be as descriptive as possible. (If you haven’t watched the episode, here is a recap.) Make sure you have all the info right.
Some of the info to keep in mind when filing the complaint:
Information regarding the details of what was actually said or depicted during the broadcast.
Subject matter alone is not sufficient to determine whether material is obscene, indecent or profane.
Moreover, the FCC must know the context when analyzing whether specific, isolated words or images are obscene, indecent or profane.
The FCC does not require complainants to provide tapes or transcripts in support of their complaints.
Nonetheless, a tape or transcript is helpful in processing a complaint and, if available, should be provided.
The date and time of the broadcast.
The call sign, channel, or frequency of the station involved. / Network and program name if you are complaining about a particular program.
Here is also a rough draft of how you can voice your complain (but again, try to be as detailed as you can).
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One of the best Clexa Videos I have seen.
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I love this, and need some fics that have this in there!
little ‘established-relationship clexa’ things
because i’m as bitter as they would have been cute:
lexa getting up before sunrise each morning to tend to commander things and kissing clarke’s shoulder and neck and ear and cheek before she leaves the bed
clarke rolling over, all sleepy smiles and messy hair, and sending lexa off with a “don’t kick anyone off the tower today.” “not unless they test my patience”
all the little nightbloods being jealous of clarke and super protective of lexa at first, but the more she shows up to their training sessions and tends to their wounds, they start to respect her as they respect the commander.
they also ask her a bunch of probing questions about space like “how did you guys know when to sleep if it was always dark up there?” and “what do stars look like up close?” to which lexa replies for her, “beautiful, just like clarke.”
sappy things like that always make them groan dramatically. as do all the stolen kisses
lexa running major decisions by clarke before pitching them to the rest of the council. they heatedly discuss the practicalities and the possible ramifications until lexa’s confident she’s putting forth the best plan for their people
they share a wardrobe, and when lexa’s in a rush to get dressed in the morning, she’ll accidentally grab one of clarke’s shirts. it fits her so differently, hanging loosely from her chest, and she spends those days self-consciously readjusting the garment. it’s worth it to have the smell of clarke surround her all day.
when lexa leaves polis for a few days at a time, clarke sends her off with her dad’s watch and then sits up all night rubbing her bare wrist and hoping with all her energy that lexa comes back home.
when clarke takes extended trips to arkadia without her, lexa stomps around the tower, so grumpy and intimidating that her subjects are afraid to approach her. even indra.
they’re pretty shameless once they’ve been reunited: passionately making out in public and sneaking in sexytimes all around the tower and keeping people in nearby rooms up at night with their unrestrained moaning
all the ambassadors know to show up to council meetings five minutes late unless they want to walk in on clarke and lexa snuggling on the throne.
once clarke learns how to wield a sword, their spar sessions are legendary. they once kept at it for nearly two whole hours without anyone gaining the upper hand and attracted a crowd of over a hundred people.
to celebrate anniversaries, they go on long trips, just the two of them. it drives lexa’s guard nuts, but clarke knows exactly which of their buttons to press to get them to submit without compliant. these vacations get longer and longer each year.
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I agree with @bae-in-maine. Stop making stupid comments, you are embarrassing me too.
*deceased*
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