You know what I’ve just noticed? You know what breaks my heart?
In this scene, when Lexa tells Clarke “Ai gonplei ste odon”, and Clarke responds by “No, I won’t accept that”, you can see Lexa slightly smiling.
You’re driven to fix everything for everyone.
Even in her last moments, Lexa lovingly smiles, and stares at Clarke. She’s staring at the girl who always makes the best decision for her people, the girl who never backs away from a possibility to make peace with her ennemies, the girl who always wants to save as many people as she can.
With her last bits of strength, she smiles and stares lovingly at Clarke.
What she finds is partly comfort, because she knows the girl she loves will always be herself. She will always seek the best in life. Even in the worst situations.
But as we can see, Lexa has tears in her eyes. She unsuccessfully closes her eyes to hold back her tears, but knows some are still escaping.
Now, do you believe Lexa, Commander of thirteen clans, a long time trained fighter and leader, who is used to suffering in silence, both physically and mentally, who willingly grabbed a sword with her bare hands, freshly and quickly slicing them in the way, would cry?
Yes, taking a bullet freaking hurts, but Lexa wouldn’t cry at the physical pain.
Lexa is crying, because as much as she finds comfort in seeing that Clarke is, and will always be, herself in any kind of situation, she knows who she’s leaving behind. She knows that she’s once again abandoning Clarke, and that, once again, Clarke will be hurt because of her. Only this time, Lexa wasn’t the one to make that choice.
This time, they’re not in the cold, dark woods near Mount Weather. They’re in Polis, the place that made Clarke fall for Lexa once again, a place reflecting hope, and life. They’re in Lexa’s home, a place where they exchanged rough, and yet sweet conversations, where Clarke found peace while drawing Lexa in her sleep, where she found Lexa’s fears and hopes for the future; but mostly, where they found each other, going desperately and hungrily after each other’s lips barely a few hours ago.
Lexa was never afraid of dying, but this time, she wishes she could just breathe a little longer, just to lay by Clarke’s side in their bed.
And this time, as Clarke kisses her goodbye, Lexa falls asleep for good, only wishing she could hold those lips against her own forever.
robert sugden arrives home to emmerdale in a whirlwind of magic and arrogance, determined to become head of the sugden family. aaron doesn’t exactly expect robert to make him feel the way he does from the moment he arrives, curious, and excited - and magicial
after years of letting his magic go dormant and unused, aaron is swept up in the wonderful world of robert the great and powerful.
otherwise known as the magic au i won’t stop talking about.
“What’s everyone so fussed about today?” Aaron asked as he strolled into the pub. The atmosphere in the village had been odd all day long, the air practically crackling with anticipation.
Anticipation for what, he didn’t know. It had felt like just another day in Emmerdale when he’d woken up, but judging by the look on his mother’s face, that was clearly wrong assumption to have made.
“It’s that Sugden lot.” Chas slammed a pint down in front of him, looking flustered. “Diane and Victoria have taken off, leaving me completely in the lurch. I’ve been rushed off my feet all afternoon!”
“Why?” Aaron settled himself at the bar, curious. The Sugden’s were the most powerful magical family in the village, and when something was up with them, they’d definitely cause havoc.
He still laughed about the time Victoria had found out Adam had slept with Vanessa, and she’d turned every single piece of clothing Adam owned into dust. It was funnier for him, he supposed - but it only went to prove how mad things could get around these parts when a Sugden started to hold a grudge.
“Robert’s back, apparently.” Chas sighed, leaning over so she could speak quietly, clearly not wanting to be hear. “You know how Andy’s been acting as head of the family, since their father died? Well, it should have been Robert, but he left, and now he’s back and determined to ruin everyone’s life.”
Aaron raised an eyebrow, his pint halfway to his mouth. “Bit dramatic, mum.”
He didn’t know much about the mysterious Sugden brother. He’d left the village long before Aaron had arrived, and Victoria didn’t talk about him much, only mentioning him and the apparently exciting life he led every now and then.
“He’s dangerous, Aaron.” Chas warned. “Stay away from him.”
“I’ve not met him yet, calm down!”
Before their conversation could continue, Aaron felt something in the air change, as though the atmosphere had just been charged with electricity. Looking up, he noticed an unfamiliar blonde man walk through from the back room, closely followed by Victoria and Andy.
Robert, he assumed.
He couldn’t help but notice how stupidly gorgeous Robert was, all blonde hair and freckles, wearing a tight fitting suit that only served to accentuate every good looking thing about his body.
It was more than that, though.
Robert carried himself in a way that made you think he was powerful. Andy didn’t exactly give off the impression of being the head of a magical family, but Robert, standing in the middle of a country pub, looked completely powerful, and in control, like he was the one in charge.
Dr. Strange is here and he's insanely evil!
Nygma's falling apart!
Butch is King of Gotham!
Tabitha's doing something!
Mr. Freeze is here and he's tragic!
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!? ARE YOU READY FOR THE MOST TWISTED HALF-SEASON YET!?!
But, like... Is Bruce getting to bed on time? Eating his vegetables? What about Selina? Is she okay? She's got a place to sleep tonight, right? A warm blanket? Enough food? Are her and Bruce talking? Are they friends again? Are they happy right now?
... but the darkness? the violence? the drama?
I think most often when it comes to Aesthetics, Enjolras and Grantaire are associated to a tempest, to pining and sadness and misunderstandings. To passion, to anger, and half arguments half debates filled with Something More.
But to me, it’s more and more different.
To me, Enjolras and Grantaire are that feeling when you just lay down in a bed after one hell of a crazy night; so many things happened! Excitement and fear, and anger and joy, and Crazy Events you’re not sure yet were positive or not; it was one hell of a rollercoaster of feelings and yet here you are, safe in your bed, and there’s this person next to you and at the beginning of the night you didn’t know them that well at all, but because of the night’s circumstances, you’re both here now, and when talking was sort of awkward hours ago, now it flows easily;
They’re that weird feeling at six am, when you’ve been talking for two hours despite the tiredness, and the light is slowly pouring in the bedroom, and you think: “oh, i know you. This is you.”