Sharing this again – it’s an angsty read, truly borne out of our troubling times, but full of rich characterisation and an intriguing premise, well worth your time.
Sharing this again – it’s an angsty read, truly borne out of our troubling times, but full of rich characterisation and an intriguing premise, well worth your time.
There’s something very important about films about black women and girls being made by black women. It’s a different perspective. It is a reflection as opposed to an interpretation, and I think we get a lot of interpretations about the lives of women that are not coming from women.
Ava DuVernay, Writer/Director/Producer of “I Will Follow” and “Middle of Nowhere” (via womanwholovestruth)
Why has no one drawn tribute OTPs for Xena and Gabrielle?
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Root and Shaw (Shoot) as Xena and Gabrielle (Xena is the short, grumpy one this time).
Clarke and Lexa (should be obvious – extra points if they’re portrayed as Mel and Janice).
Delphine and Cosima (Xena is tall and blonde and speaks flawless French, old Xenites will understand a perpetually high Cosima as Gabrielle).
Waverly and Nicole (also painfully obvious who is who).
Any more?
Wouldn’t it be fun to see a revival/reboot that featured various Xena and Gabrielle reincarnations with these actors? Someone make it so.
Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100) Additional Tags: Clexa, Clexa Week 2018, Soulmates, au soulmates, Depression, Anxiety, Suicidal Thoughts, Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Slow Burn Summary:
The weird Clexa soulmates AU, with eventual library smut, that absolutely nobody asked for.
“Are you laughing at me?” Clarke asks, full of mock offence. “I…oh my God. You are laughing at me. You are quite strange, Lexa Woods.”
“Likewise, Clarke.” Lexa shakes her head, stares out the window, then back at Clarke. Her voice is soft when she asks, “What are you so eager to sell your soul for?”
Clarke grips the wheel, bites the inside of her lip till she tastes blood. “You can’t sell something you don’t have.”
It’s like Christmas today, we are being blessed with the Fic.
No one took much notice of Lexa Woods as a scrawny little upstart, but flash forward a few years and she’s got a real shot at a Wimbledon Title. But when a recurring injury flares up before the Championships begin, she’s forced to seek treatment. What she wasn’t counting on when she walked into the clinic that day was for a sassy blonde physio to turn her carefully ordered world upside down…
The Doctor Is Out 