femininenachos:
Oh god…
Roleplaying a semi-literate Irish (she can’t tell the difference) gangster is a new thing for them but, hey, the unintelligibly thick brogue is sexy, even if DWBYG Clarke can barely understand a single word Lexa is saying.
She *thinks* “Man, Clarke, yur chebs look pure stoatin’” is a compliment but she can’t be 100% sure until Lexa enthusiastically buries her face in her cleavage.
(Clarke really has to commend Lexa’s commitment to the role because it seems like she hasn’t washed her lank hair or exposed herself to direct sunlight for a few days – her skin is so pasty-white it’s taken on a grey hue. If Lexa’s handling of her is a little rougher than usual, Clarke doesn’t complain. It’s all just part of the fantasy, right?)
As for DWBYG Lexa encountering Glaswegian Clarksy… Again, the language barrier would be an issue. Everything Clarke says in that accent sounds vaguely threatening and aggressive. Lexa’s scared and a little turned on.
Clarke takes one disdainful look at Lexa’s glasses, flannel, and skinny jeans combo and mutters: “Whit’s wi’ the Glesga uni hipster claiths? Is the TYT movin’ in oan fuckin’ Finniestoun noo?”
“Hipster” is the only part of that sentence Lexa comprehends before Clarke rams her tongue down her throat.
These crossovers of crossovers are bordering on insanity.
I love them.
Now get Hunner Lexa/Clarke to take their DWBYG/WQR doppelgangers out for chips or a curry. All three couples. Together. Eating questionable fare. Eyeing one another. All the Lexas slightly overwhelmed by three pairs of Clarke-boobs. All the Clarkes complimenting their magnificent Clarke-boobs.
Everyone agrees: no matter the Clarke, the boobs are always spectacular.
Hunner Lexa complains she’s going skelly staring at all the chebs. ‘Thems the haws.’
The Doctor Is Out 