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Shaw’s favorite things to eat
lesbianroot
at least shaw is finally eating at the dining table in the last gif
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Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest that just sounds nice and cozy, but if I invite you to my cabin in the woods you’re going to die.
My favourite is explaining the difference between a butt dial and a booty call
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I met a couple Australians this weekend and they introduced me to what is possibly the greatest phrase in the English language. Apparently, a common response to a wide variety of questions is “I’m not here to fuck spiders”. It means “I’m already doing that” or “Obviously, yeah”. So like, example usage:
At the bar with a friend. Friend: do you want to get a beer? Me: well, I’m not here to fuck spiders.
an-xfile
ive literally never heard someone say that what fuckin australians did you meet
mate those Australians introduced you to the grand Australian tradition of fucking with foreigners and making them believe anything about Australia
the-rogue-0f-light
this is seriously a thing australians do, like, automatically. someone will say something that is complete bullshit in front of a foreigner and everyone will instantly jump on board and confirm it. like it’s some kind of built-in reflex.
my step-dad actually convinced my mom that there were no trains in australia. and he didn’t end this conversation with a ‘just kidding’ or anything like that. he just let her think that for years until we moved here and she saw a train and was like DAMN IT KEVIN!!!!!
lesbianspacepilot
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one. she looks at you and you falter. big brown eyes hold you without touch. a crinkle of her eyebrows and you’re slipping. sinking. drowning.
two. her hand wraps around your throat and you pull her closer. your pulse thuds fiercely under her grasp. a ticking time bomb.
three. she rasps out a threat, her voice coloured with rage and laced with betrayal. the violent promise lights a thousand fires under your skin. you burn from within and you could care less about masking your desire.
four. you cradle her in your arms and sink to the ground softly. wild strength and power, contained but not tamed. never tamed. she is not yours to change, nor to own.
five. time slows around you and you swear to protect her forever.
(six. she is safe.)
five truths and a lie. (x)
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i saw this on twitter and im crying
the way that POI writes their characters is captivating. they take these easily sterotypical characters and turn them on their heads, present them as painfully real characters who surprise you and don’t do what you expect. a prime example is in the memorable 4x11 when TM attempts to predict all possible scenarios and figure out which one would work best, but an unaccountable variable enters into play: human nature. shaw doesn’t do what TM predicts, and its a wonderful nod to the audience, subtly showing the viewers that we cannot predict the actions of these characters because thats simply not realistic. in real life humans aren’t simple. it creates characters like Root, who are “bad” but then “good?” when in reality, Root is and always has been a morally ambiguous character. The only instances we’ve seen her express true compassion and love(?) in her adult life is with the Machine and Shaw, and her relationship with the Machine is more like worship than anything. Her relationships with others truly show that yes, although she obviously cares about Harold and Reese and Fusco, and we do see her display this in season 4, she still doesn’t fit into the mold of “hero.” Finch is a man who we would assume to be “good” but throughout the seasons we see him falter, question his morals, manipulate others, and stray from what he considers the stark difference between good and evil this just barely touches the surface of the complex and relevant writing and construction of this show. so for heaven’s sakes, go watch it on Netflix!
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Anonymous asked:
"You know when she was trying to kill me, she called you her girlfriend."
Lexa stopped mid-bite. She put her fork down in her bowl and looked at Raven, “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you got drunk once, got into the wrong bed and called me Clarke,” Raven answered, not pausing her words to keep eating. “I may be the most ineffective queen in grounder history, but I’m not an idiot.”
“You’re not a queen,” Lexa stated, picking her fork up again and stirred around her food.
Raven shrugged, “Whatever.” She took another bite, “But here’s the deal. You are going to talk to Clarke. You’re going to hear her out because of the shit you pulled at Mount Weather.” Lexa’s head snapped up and she opened her mouth to speak, but Raven kept railroading on, “I know you did what you had to do for your people. Just like I married you for my people, but from a Sky Person perspective it was shitty.”
Lexa nodded, lowering her head again.
“Then,” Raven went on, “You’re going to tell her that you sent teams of scouts out to look for her without telling anyone and that you talk to her in your sleep. You’re gonna tell her that sometimes you cry at night because being the Commander is so goddamn hard.” Raven was trying not to get emotional, but she had seen the best and the worst of the woman in front of her and seeing Lexa break in the privacy of the night, only to patch herself back up again so she could lead her people was one of the most devastating things Raven had ever seen. “You’re going to tell her that sometimes when Abby is talking you rush into the tent because you think it’s Clarke.”
“I can’t tell her any of that,” Lexa’s voice cracked when she spoke.
Raven put her food aside and pulled her chair around to Lexa’s side of the table. She sat right in front of Lexa and leaned forward so Lexa had to look at her. Raven knew that Lexa was younger, but the way Lexa was looking up at her through her lashes, scared and sad, she looked way younger.
Raven swallowed and blinked away tears, “You are the Commander. You’re strong and brilliant. But you’re also Lexa. Lexa is sweet and remembers my favorite foods and switches our pillows sometimes because I hate the fluffy one. The Commander listens to the needs of her people, but Lexa plays with the children when their teams are uneven.” Raven rested her elbows on her knees and caught Lexa’s eyes, “The Commander only needs the respect of her people. Lexa wants -”
“I know what I want,” Lexa waved her hand and stood up from the table. She shook her head, “I stopped being Lexa the day I became the Commander.” She crossed her arms and turned away from Raven, “I can’t be her again.”
“Look,” Raven looked up at Lexa. She slowly stood. Her steps toward Lexa were careful and measured. “I’m not saying that you have to get with Clarke. I am saying that you need to give yourself the chance to be happy. Maybe it’s just one kiss. But I can tell you that one kiss can change everything.”
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the 100 + quotes
L O L at John, I wonder if he thinks back at the moment when he calls Root pretty and grimaces. I bet its a moment he doesn’t want to remember.
adreadfulidea
He is so lucky that she didn’t hear him say that, because she would never shut up about it.
Oh my god, YES. She would never shut up about it, she will bring it up EVERYTIME. If she knew Root would be such an asshole about it. (On the other hand look at Root’s face when she registered Shaw called her ‘hot’ wielding two guns, she’s pleased with herself and never went back to using just one gun.)
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ladies of interest
possiblestalker
Person of Interest, where the ladies are bad, dangerous, fierce, and anything but the love interest. Even when they have a love interest. A group of awesome women portrayed by fantastic actresses, none of whom are defined by who they go to bed with.
Source: karastantons
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essentially this is an au(ish) trailer if root was the main character of poi. watch on yt here.
gleek4snix
no offense to harold and reese but if root was the main character the show would be so much better than what it already is.
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"Are you hitting on Root/Shaw for me?"
John shrugged, “I’m just trying to help out.”
“That was adorable, John,” Root smiled, leaning on the bar and looking at Reese, Fusco, and Shaw over her shoulder. “Thank you.”
John nodded his head in a welcome.
“You call that a pick-up line?” Fusco asked. He shook his head directing his attention to Shaw, “Listen to this. If looks could kill, you’d be a weapon of mass destruction.” Fusco grinned proudly, “it works on two levels because you are destructive.”
“Okay,” John straightened his jacket, “Tailoring the line to the target. I respect that.” He picked up Root’s hand. “Are you a wi-fi signal because I feel a connection between you and Shaw.”
Root chuckled quietly and Shaw rolled her eyes.
“That was weak,” Fusco signaled the bartender for another drink and when he got it, he slid it in front of Shaw. Then he leaned back on the bar and touched Root’s shirt, “Hmm, Shaw, you know what kind of material this is? Girlfriend material.”
Root put her face in her hands to keep from laughing out loud. Shaw broke a smile and picked up her drink. She met Root’s eyes and they shared an intimate smile before Shaw broke it off, “Alright, alright Bonus points for use of a prop.”