badass lesbians

i commissioned this piece from the kind and talented @mesknoxx as a companion to chapter four of my fluffy season three fix it fic – we don’t talk very much (we just fake being nice) – in which clarke and lexa attend an azgeda coronation ball. this is the artist’s rendering of the dresses they wore.

okay but like one day in the dog park the dog owners walking their dogs hear a voice yelling “GERTRUDE”. and everyone is like who the fuck would name their dog like that, and then this gigantic fucking german shepherd runs past and when they watch where the dog goes they see the big ass dog running towards this badass looking lesbian couple with a fuken squeaky toy in her mouth

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every time lexa says clarke’s name: 13/?

Sappho is a famous ancient Greek poet from the island of Lesbos around 615 BCE. She is one of few known women poets from such old times. She wrote passionate poems about the bittersweet struggles of being in love - most famously, with both sexes. She ran an academy for young, unmarried women, who were her circle of friends. The word lesbian comes from the island of her birth, and her name is the origin of the word sapphic. Neither word was used for homosexuality until the 19th century. Since then, Sappho has been attacked and ridiculed for her sexual preferences, and her reception is a huge part of her historical significance.

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would you go with me to the capital? the proposal slides forward, almost slipping between lexa’s lips, as she watches clarke.

no, it’s still doesn’t sound as it should. too trite and desperate. lexa wants to say exactly the right thing when she lets clarke know she wants to show her polis. show her the marketplace that teems with life, the throne room where she’s spent so much of her time as a young adult, the magnificence of the stars from the highest levels of the tower. clarke should know the beauty of these things – lexa has a feeling she’s one of the only people who would appreciate them as much as her.

you should come with me to the capital.

that’s better. it lacks the open-ended nature and ambiguity of a question, but is still not a demand. it’s a simple statement of feeling that leaves clarke the freedom to choose.

yet lexa still doesn’t allow the words to tumble from her mouth, remembering the kiss they shared and the way clarke had pulled away. needing time…what if she needed space, as well?

she almost laughs at herself as she imagines telling her generals that, though she barely bats an eye at the prospect of war, the great heda is rendered faint-feeling and dry-throated at the prospect of asking a cute woman to travel with her.

they wouldn’t understand that bearing her heart to clarke griffin is the scariest challenge she will ever face.

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every time lexa says clarke’s name: 27/?