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Oh, whatever you do
Don’t come b a c k for me (x)

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Reasons this two second clip slays me:

  • Lexa has just escaped death
  • She also successfully defended her title as Commander
  • Won a kickass battle against a prince including some pretty fancy legwork, fake-outs, and sword twirls
  • Defeated her greatest enemy, both on a personal and on a political level, by hurling a spear in the air and straight into her heart.
  • The crowd is screaming out her name and her little Nightbloods are practically in tears. The noise of the celebration must be deafening

And she stands alone in the arena. 

No one comes out to hug her, no friends give her a victory high-five, no advisors clap her back, no mothers clutch her to their chest in desperate relief that she’s alive. No one even checks if she’s injured. And it’s achingly obvious that there isn’t ever anyone like this. Lexa stands alone in everything she does: she’s Commander of the Blood and she’s leader of the coalition. She’s the deadliest warrior and she’s an untouchable goddess.

(Ai laik Heda. Non na throu daun gon ai)
(I am Heda. No one fights for me.)

But this time, maybe for the first time since she was a tiny child fighting with a wooden sword, she dares a look up at the crowd while getting her breathing back under control instead of keeping her eyes on the ground. Chances a glance over to see if Clarke’s still there, if there might be a smile or a nod or even just a split second of relieved eye contact for her.  A grain of social comfort in a world where love is weakness and shows of strength are the only thing keeping her people alive. 

And there is - oh, there is. She catches Clarke’s eye and their respiration falls into in unison for a second. And then Lexa squares her shoulders, lifts her chin, and takes the deepest of breaths. 

Jungkook: It’s okay, Jimin’s just casually talking and interacting with others. Don’t be awkward.
Jungkook to Jungkook: Lol, no biggie, I have it under control, I’m totally fine.
Jungkook:
Jungkook to Jungkook: Okay, but just to be sure…

Me, while watching Haikyuu!!: *gasps* *screams* *squeals* *swears* *shouts* *freaks out* *cries*

Family: “what is it? What are you watching?”

Me: “MATCH POINTOOOOOOOOOO”

Family: “…”

Family: “why did we even ask?”

The Tres Horny Bois of The Adventure Zone. Such a good podcast. Such good bois. 

anonymous asked:

heres a prompt if u were interested: neil being oblivious when flirted with constantly while andrew doing nothing, passing by, twirling his racquet is enough to get neil's attention (the rest of the foxes smirk)

“You’re all zoned out,” Matt says in her ear. Dan tips him immediately backwards with a hand to the chest.

“Shush,” she tells him, gritted through the straw she’s worrying between her teeth. She ran out of the watered-down pepsi they’re serving in battered plastic jugs a half hour ago.

“Dan.”

“Shush,” she insists, pressing two fingers to his mouth. She’s watching Neil trying to fill his water cup over at the far side of the banquet hall. He’s hovering in that way he does, like a shark who hasn’t figured out if something’s food yet.

There’s this sweet brown-eyed boy trying to talk to him, possibly the only male cheerleader in the room, certainly the least in the loop about Exy gossip. Dan watches him touch Neil’s arm and Neil jerks backwards into the table, toppling an entire icy water jug so it slops onto the floor and seeps through the tablecloth to the dark wood underneath.

Heads pop up, the boy falls all over himself to pour Neil a new glass, and Neil wanders off, bored.

Dan has noticed that people really want Neil to have a heart of gold. They like the news stories and they want them for themselves. They want the seams showing on his face and the tragedy in his back pocket, and they want to show everyone how accepting they are for finding his scars sexy. 

All they really want is his trim waist and his pretty eyes and his vice-cap badge and the way he shoves cameras away and has more history than any twenty-year-old has any business having.

Dan’s seen it all before. The way people like the character you’re playing so much that they want to take you home and open you up and see how deep it goes.

Neil’s worse at knowing when it’s happening. Dan’s a professional. She can see the way their eyes follow him because at least a dozen are always following her too, especially in places like this banquet. They look at Neil, or Dan, and a little part of them expects a show.

She watches Neil walk towards them with his eyes pouring over the room like liquid and finding every crevice, every exit. She looks at Matt.

“He’s doing that thing where he’s making a spectacle but he thinks he’s being very subtle.”

“That’s his whole shtick. I’m fond of it, now.” Matt grins.

“Do you think he actually noticed he was being hit on?”

Matt hums, watching Neil wind through the tables back to the fox—trojan extravaganza at theirs. “I doubt he knows anything about that boy other than the fact that he was in front of him for a bit.”

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