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Star Wars aesthetic: Padmé Amidala

“She was very beautiful. Kind, but…sad.”

Please don’t determine your self worth/what “type of fan” you are based solely on if you’re going to tour de columbus. If you’re going: great, I hope you have a great time. If you’re not going: great, I hope you have a great time. We all love this band equally regardless of where we are in the world and how many concerts we’ve seen them in. Just please try and be supportive of one another, that’s one of their original messages.
stay alive |-/

Shipping real life people is honestly a little insensitive??? Like you’re forcing your feelings onto them and it’s just not very cool?? I’m not trying to come after anyone, but the T*mdaya stuff is getting to be a lot??? Tom and Zendaya got tailed by the paparazzi for like twenty minutes (I think) today because everyone is so desperate to get a photo of them doing something lovey dovey, even though they both, on multiple occasions, have said that their relationship is purely platonic?? I understand that it’s not the shippers fault that the paparazzi is just being awful, but if everyone could take a chill pill with all the shipping for a while, maybe Tom and Zendaya wouldn’t be put in dangerous situations like they were today???? I’m really sorry if I’m coming off harsh right now, I’m just upset because neither one of them should be getting treated that way and Tom truly looked shaken up and I know that none of the fans want that!


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, just to lay by Clarke’s side in their bed, she wishes she could just breathe a little longer.

And this time, as Clarke kisses her goodbye, Lexa falls asleep for good, only wishing she could hold those lips against her own forever.