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Part I  | Part II  | Part III | Part IV  | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV

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Epilogue 

March 11th, 2019

“So you’re the girl Clarke has been hiding all these months. It’s great to finally meet you!” Octavia sweeps Lexa into a hug, welcoming her into their home. 

It’s not the first time they’ve met. They’ve actually met several times since Clarke came knocking on her door back in January. But each time, Octavia forgets. Each time, she’s greeted anew. 

Clarke squeezes her thigh under the table, a soft apology for the repetition. They haven’t quite navigated how they’ll deal with this as more and more time passes. Not meeting the new girlfriend when it’s only been a handful of months is reasonable. What happens when it’s years? A decade?

#lexa#clexa#the invisible life of addie larue#clarke griffin#clexa au#if you want the angst ending let me know#because i had one#but decided to spare us all because i hurt my own feelings#shoutout to butmakeitgay for helping through this whole thing#and writing the pretentious art critique
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Part I  | Part II  | Part III | Part IV  | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X

November 5th, 2018

There’s a beautiful girl asleep on Clarke’s apartment rooftop. Her makeup is smudged under her eyes, and she looks a little bit like a raccoon, but she’s still so pretty.  She’s curled up on a patio lounge chair, shivering in her sweatshirt and snuggling a book of Sappho’s poems. 

She’s torn between waking her up and leaving her to sleep, but on closer inspection her lips are starting to look a little blue and Clarke worries she’s hypothermic. She crouches down so she’s on eye level, softly running a thumb over the apple of her cheek. The girl mumbles something quietly, and Clarke repeats the motion, “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Clarke…no,” she mumbles again. 

Did she just say my name? No, of course not. She’s just sleep talking. “Come on, sweetheart, wake up,” Clarke tries again, shaking her gently. 

The girl shivers and sits up, a dazed look on her face as she tugs her sweater tighter around her shoulders. It’s a cold, cloudy morning. Not a day anyone would choose to come out to read, which suggests that this poor girl fell asleep here last night when the sun hung golden in the evening air, and the stars started to peek through the lights of the city.

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Anonymous asked:

Hello lovely. I’ve been thinking about vacation au. Please tell me Clarke runs into Lexa swimming in some crystal clear Grecian water and wells has to close her mouth for her.

(Not quite, but close!)

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

By mid-morning the narrow streets near the harbour are already swarming with island hoppers fresh off the ferry. More line the quayside, waiting to board the day cruise that takes in the larger, more populous archipelago further down the coast. So-called ‘jewels of the Aegean’, they’re feted for being playgrounds of the rich and famous, boasting a slew of luxury resort hotels, designer boutiques and staggeringly expensive seafront restaurants.

For all its charm and scenic vistas, at least Polis has one foot in the real world. Here, craggy-faced fishermen and dock hands in scruffy overalls are hard at work unloading the morning’s catch, doing their best to ignore the clusters of tourists floating around, or at least tolerating their presence with stoic indifference.

And—it’s possible Clarke might be biased—Polis has Lexa, currently leading the charge like a woman on a mission. Clarke sticks close, her hand in Lexa’s sure grip, hurrying to match her loping strides as they make a beeline for the marina. Along the way they pass an assortment of small motorboats in all shapes and sizes, from dinghies and jet skis to skiffs and cabin cruisers and everything in between, until a gleaming white single-masted sailboat comes into view at last. 

Clarke stops dead in her tracks on the cobblestones, fingers slipping from Lexa’s.

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Anonymous asked:

Thanks for the Boston recommendations, just got back. Got the cannoli from Mike's Pastry and the donuts from Union Square 😋. Was ripped off at Quincy Market for $30 lobster rolls and $50 parking! But overall a great city, I stayed in Brookline and people were super nice! Will definitely be back!

Yaaaassss donuts!

The best deal for lobster rolls is to make them yourself by going to Costco and getting 5 lobster tails for like $40.

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thatonewherelexasachef

I'm working on Rock & Role Eight today. Everything was all well and good when they were alone in the desert, but dealing with their fake lives and real lives in the aftermath of finally giving into their feelings proves to be a huge challenge full of big emotions and consequences as they navigate what the fuck to do now.

Rough Draft Sneak Peek Below:

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Look at those grey eyes you fuckers lookatem ಠ_ಠ

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butmakeitgayblog

BUT did you say are these green or grey? Or just "what color?" Because most people don't even think of grey eyes! When you stop a person on the street and say what are the different colors of eyes, 9/10 times you'll hear green, blue, brown, and hazel. Because no one remembers that there's also grey and violet eyes

Also your sister is wrong. Sorry to your sister

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sassymajesty

because i have never been chill not even once in my life, i went on photoshop and picked a few colors from her eyes

devastating news: it is grey with green undertones, guys

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