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She stumbles across the wasteland, tripping over abandoned weapons and withering bodies evaporating away in pain. The air reeks of smoke, sweat, and splattered entrails, as it smells of cold, unfeeling earth, absorbing every spilled drop of blood and yet clamouring for more. The stench suffocates her as much as her own helplessness towards the dead and the dying – her way of love naught but the condemnation of these soldiers to the afterlife.


There is nothing she can do now.

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Oh boo I want to make so many Jaha bunker memes right now. I’m still cracking up. YOU’LL PRY THIS BUNKER FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS. And Clarke apologizing to Bloopy AGAIN such romance I’m alive all of a sudden we need Sister Sledge on the soundtrack. back me up on this one.

I’m still awestruck that they killed Lexa over the reveal of an object they did absolutely nothing with – and have now conveniently forgotten.

There was a shining moment, we did agree: Murphy calling Bellend out for having secured a place due to his sister being the new ‘queen of the grounders’ (he’s hardly essential personnel).  The scene with Clarke in the rover, where she once again plays this meek version of herself that is always apologising while he acts like he can judge her, and arrogantly declares his worth even though he helped murder 300 of the people he feels superior to and Clarke has never called him out for this act that led to Lexa’s death, I just…you’re right. It’s true love.  

Now we’ll have the white saviour scenario played out with Octavia becoming the actual Commander – no surprise – and equally awful that they’ve put her in Lexa’s kit.  With Jaha (and Bellend) looking like they could survive to a happily ever after in series 5, their crimes forgotten and never paid for – the discomfort of the show’s narrative is almost overwhelming.  

Pop Quiz: They’re making a film about your life. You get to choose who plays you. Two actors are possible for the role of You: one looks just like you, and acts just like you. The other looks nothing like you, but makes you seem more interesting. Which one do you choose?

The only way a film could be made of my life is if it were done with 70s-era cardboard cutout stop-motion animation with one actor doing all of the voices and a child’s whistle for the soundtrack.  

I did not find this bunker so the people I have declared invalid, who descended from those who survived in it, and have a rightful claim to it, can just take it from me!

Thelonius Jaha, Superior Male, Taking Credit for the Accomplishments of Others