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anonymous asked:

with all personalities root inbodies,it makes me wonder what the real root is like?because we don't actually know that much about her

Hmm… I do think we know her real personality.

It’s the personality she shows around Team Machine, and the one we saw all the other times in season 2. I think there is a pretty clear distinction between the personas she assumes and who she really is. She might not always be a truth teller but when she is herself, she is fully herself. Root can pretend to be sweet, earnest, and naive. In truth she has as much patience for incompetence as Shaw, except Root chooses to derive humor out of it (bless his cotton picking heart, I wonder how he’d feel if he knew how much people I killed) and she is actually more of a misanthrope than Shaw.

If you look at it Shaw might not suffer fools but she does like people in general… Just far away from her and she does have a select number of friends, whereas if the Machine never ordered Root to make nice with other people she would continue on working by herself.

Root has/had a superiority complex that was never challenged until she met Harold, and her MO pre-Machine seemed to be “whatever amuses me“. She was, on her own devices, a truly chaotic element. And, in her own words, a monster.

The only things she is sentimental about can be boiled down to three: Shaw and the Machine, and Harold. She’s coming around to John, and a little fondness for Fusco but give her a choice and there will be no doubt who she will choose.

As jetgirl78 mentioned before, the other truly terrifying thing about Root is that she doesn’t care about consequences. If keeping the people she cared and loved meant betraying their confidences or killing people they liked, those were trivial to her larger goal. So I think we know Root, now what would be more fascinating is finding out how 14 year old revenge seeking Sam Groves became the killer for hire with a sadistic streak Root we meet in “Root Cause“.

anonymous asked:

"I run this bakery and you come every single day to buy pies and cakes and I'm getting concerned over your health seriously dude eating this much it's not healthy" AU pleeeeease I need a Baker!Naruto

ONCE AGAIN I’M SO TERRIBLY SORRY ANON I TOOK THIS LONG ;_________________; I HAVE SEEN THIS IN MY INBOX AND HAV BEEN ITCHING TO WRITE IT, SO HERE IT IS FINALLY!!!

-oOo-

Naruto loved his bakery. He loved the way it was like he stepped into an oven every morning, the warm humid air beating over his in in a familiar caress. He loved how he was able to knead the dough and watch it turn into delicious bread, or when he created pastries and customers marvelled at the finished piece in awe. He also loved talking to his customers, whether they were a random purchaser stopping by on a whim or a devoted patron Naruto had the pleasure of seeing weekly.

Speaking of which, one was walking in at this very moment.

“Good mornin’ Sasuke, back again to see me huh?” Grinning from ear-to-ear, Naruto waited at the counter for his typically stoic regular customer to saunter up and select something.

Rolling his eyes, Sasuke spared him a glare before walking up to the counter and peering down at the protective screen where all the pastries, savoury and sweet, were laden.

“In your dreams, as if I would waste my time even coming here if not for your food.”

Naruto clutched a hand at his chest in mock-pain, slumping over a little, his eyes not leaving Sasuke as he said, “Ouch, that hurts. You sure know how to hurt a guy’s pride, eh?”

Sasuke snorted lightly, and Naruto smiled when he caught sight of the tiny smirk tugging on his pale lips, “Naturally.”

“So, what’ll it be today? Can I tempt you, maybe a little, Sasuke?” Naruto leaned over the counter, grinning and keen to engage in their usual banter.

Naruto had met Sasuke during the start of this year, when the man had dashed inside as a last minute attempt at finding some bread rolls for “unspoken circumstances” (Naruto had still not found out what those exactly were to this day but he would!). Needless to say they had engaged a rather a interesting encounter and it was a surprise for Naruto see Sasuke again the following week, ready to buy something for himself.

Sasuke stopped by every Sunday at 11 o'clock in the morning without fail ever since they had first met. And Naruto had grown somewhat fond of the man, with four months passed they had obviously found a sort of weird connection.

But they never met outside of the bakery, and never on any other day of the week. It was part of the reason why Naruto looked forward to Sundays the most (besides Tuesday and Wednesday - his free days).

“Hn, we’ll see Naruto.” Sasuke murmured, returning to his perusal of the screen pastries and Naruto busied himself with sorting out the loose bread rolls on his work bench.

Naruto had a lot of customers that he saw on a regular basis, like Kiba and Lee, and even that cute girl Hinata who seemed to be trying to ask him out. But somehow, Naruto always looked forward to seeing Sasuke more than anyone else. Something about him just made Naruto smile - even though he could be a right bastard when he wanted to be!

“Ahem”, a clearing of his throat drew Naruto’s attention to the evidently waiting Sasuke, his arms crossed and an array or pastry cakes, muffins - even pies! - he’d selected covering the expanse of the counter.

Naruto’s eyes bulged as he hurried over, “Jesus, Sasuke! You’re seriously gonna eat all of this!?”

Sasuke raised a delicate brow, “Is there a problem with it?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Naruto smiled awkwardly and said, “Well, no, I guess not.”

There kinda was a problem with that. Sasuke had the tendency to buy quite a few things when he came into Naruto’s bakery. It wasn’t always that way, not when they had first gotten to know each other. But gradually Naruto noticed an incline in the amount Sasuke was purchasing. It was mildly alarming when Naruto pondered how far the Uchiha might go in the future.

“Hn, give me my food already, I have things to do.” Sasuke pulled out his wallet, and Naruto grinned sneakily.

“Impatient aren’t we? Ya owe me $26.50, hope you can afford it.“ Naruto winked, and Sasuke rolled his eyes, handing Naruto the exact amount in cash. It was sort of a running joke since Sasuke was stinking rich to treat him like an verage customer - Naruto thought it was funny at least!

Depositing his money in the cash register, Naruto bagged up Sasuke’s goods, handing it over and enjoying the brush of contact between their hands as he did so.

Naruto smiled warmly at him, “Well here you go, go and enjoy all that Uzumaki produce!”

Sasuke stared at him a moment, then with a perfectly blank face said, “Don’t say that, the appeal drops substantially when you do.”

Making a fake-outraged face, Naruto had to try really hard not to break character when he saw that adorable little half-smirk forming on Sasuke’s lips as he took his bags and turned to leave.

“Have a fantastic day, Sasuke-teme!” Naruto called out, and Sasuke turned back around, still smirking as he waved.

"See you next week, Usuratonkachi.”

ask-the-celts asked:

It was a very dull day, england had agreed to show him around the modern world today! why the hell was he stuck in the metal horseless chariot wating for his adoptive son to 'attend to bussiness'? it was bullshit.

Ukraine sighed, exiting the meeting place with the other countries before stopping to wait for a taxi. She didn’t manage to get a ride with anyone, so taxi it was.

ask-the-celts

anonymous asked:

I honestly wonder if people being more quick to label Shaw as violent has anything to do (consciously or not) with the fact that while she is not the only atypical person on the show, she is the only person who has stated so herself. Because I dunno, when you have these kinds of disorders where you can't feel and/or express emotions, people are generally pretty quick to label you as having no empathy, or being violent, whether or not they're consciously ignorant.

I guess this reputation came from when she shot John when they first met? 

Honestly though, did he really think that’d work? In a place filled with hostiles, Shaw’s going to trust some random guy? Also the pilot episode was a lot more violent than Shaw’s introduction! 

Maybe its because Shaw herself played up that she would react more violently? And Harold acted like he believed her every time? 

Shaw hasn’t hit anyone with a truck to get information, I feel that’s really a lot more reckless and violent.

ask-the-fnaf-bonnies asked:

Foxy, Darlin' can you please stop blockin' the hallway? your makin' me go through those icky air vents in order to see the new guard....

There be plenty ‘o room in the hallway lad, it don’t stop th’ others… But ah guess ah can slide over a little for ye.

Watch out though. They flash that goddamned light in yer eyes an it makes things go all funny.

anonymous asked:

Is POI really not being renewed? I just started watching this year, I don't want to lose it so soon :(

Uh, there’s no news about a renewal yet, but word is that there is a very strong possibility that POI will get a season 5.

What I’m really worried for is season 6, if the trend for ratings is going to continue. Hopefully once Netflix has POI up, people can catch up and start watching season 5, and the ratings will go up, and CBS stop putting POI on hiatus so damned much. 

This show needs to tell its story up to season 6, especially since I want Sarah Shahi back full time. 

one-person-dialogues asked:

If no one has already done it- Old Spice!Root: Hello ladies, look at your partner, now back at me, now back at your partner, now back to me. Sadly they aren't me but if they stopped using one handgun and switched to using two, they might be hot like me. Look down, back up, where are you? You're on a jet with the woman who helped you steal it. What's in your hand, back at me. I have it. It's a drink with that sandwich you love. Look again, the sandwich is now an iron. (1/2)

Anything is possible when your partner uses a hood and zip ties, not a line that wouldn’t work on a trained operative. I’m on a motorcycle. (2/2)

Hey, axl99 if you’re still looking for dialogue for the Old Spice Root storyboard!

And I actually imagine Root using the ridiculous deep voice she used in the Bear costume and then Shaw’s reaction would be to roll her eyes.

Thanks, one-person-dialogues!

anonymous asked:

So...heard the new crew are getting scrapped...what your opinion on this?

Ah feel sorry for them. Seriously.

If there we’re a way t’ ‘elp them, ah’d gladly consider tryin’ it… Management think they can do whatever they please, it ain’t fair.

Ah was jus’ gettin’ used t’ havin’ 'em 'ere as well. Grew sorta attached. 

viedyn asked:

For the headcanon meme: Root x Shaw, and mayhem twins brotp please?

Shaw and John (Mayhem Twins) for the Top Five Headcanon Meme

- Shaw thinks John’s whole ‘no eating’ schtick is kind of dumb, especially when he stands out like a sore thumb when everyone around him is eating and he’s standing there like a very awkward spectator.

Shaw shoved the hotdog into his hands. 

“I don’t–”

“Eat, I know.” Shaw said, “but people are staring at you, so at least pretend to hold a goddamn dog.”

John looked around and saw the two kids staring at him turn away. He held the hot dog in his hands and then after a few seconds felt Shaw tug the hotdog out of his hands.

“I thought that was mine.”

Shaw snorted. “Please.” 

- Sometimes, not often, they talk about the tours they did in Iraq and Afghanistan. It never comes up deliberately but only in terms of another thing, a reference there, a memory here. They don’t talk about it, just like Shaw didn’t talk about it with Joss or John talked about it with Joss. Its the thing they don’t talk about that make them trust each other just a little bit more than the other people around them. 

- Shaw wasn’t Kara. This was the first thing he realized when Shaw sprang him from the precinct and they made their way around New York. She poked at him, ribbed him, made of fun of him. She wasn’t anything like Kara. And it was then he let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding in. 

Kara Stanton was sharp and brittle and there was no question who was the senior operator between them. Shaw was something else, she was always nipping at his ankles to be better but this time he could nip back, she stole his guns and demanded food from him, it was like getting a sister he never knew he wanted. 

It wasn’t just by accident he told Shaw all about the Machine when he can never think of doing the same with Kara. He shared so much with Kara and they were partners as long as Shaw and Cole were partners but John doesn’t think he would ever tell Kara about the Machine or bring her into the spitting distance of Harold. 

- Here’s the thing people never say about stake outs. Its long and frequently its more hurry up and wait with ‘wait’ being the bulk of the whole thing. 

You also get to know your partner a lot better because of that before Shaw came along he was partnered with Harold, Joss, or Fusco but Harold could never stay in one position for long. His injury wouldn’t permit it and John wouldn’t either.

Fusco and Joss have their own commitments so most of the time he was alone to the dead of night. 

Then Shaw came into the team like a cat. But still that also meant she was around longer and more often in stakeouts with John. They don’t often get into interservice rivalry thing. John realized that more than anything Shaw was an operator, a Marine, sure when push came to shove but being an Operative agreed with Shaw more. 

He got to know Shaw’s habits and that she could eat her way around a three burgers without stopping to breathe if no one stopped her. She’s fearless, and when she gets really bored she likes to be told things.

“I’m bored,” Shaw informed John.

“You told me.” 

“Tell me something, John.”

“We’re watching a Number, Shaw.” 

“I already know that, John.” 

And on and on it went until the Number did something or John caved. But sometimes, when the stake out is particularly boring Shaw’s the one who tells him things and that’s when John realized his partner was actually more of a nerd than she let on. 

“You really like chemistry,” he noted.

“I *was* a doctor, John.” she said drily.

“But you’re more of a nerd about it— ow.”

“I’m not a nerd.”

John rubbed his right arm, “Stop hitting me.” 

“Then stop annoying me.” 

- “There is no dead in team.” She told him furiously. All five feet and three inches of her. The words echoed in his head as he saw Shaw blearily slam the elevator doors down, as he struggled to stand with Root screaming and as he saw Shaw go down in a hale of bullets. 

“There is no dead in team.” 

“Dammit, Shaw.” He whispered the moment he woke up and Root peered down at him, face drawn but chiseled in stone. 

“Are you ready?”

John pulled himself up and allowed only a wince then he stood up and waved away Harold. “Let’s go get Shaw.” 

xbittenxbyxdestinyx asked:

Gwen walked into the kitchen after waking up from a nap, grabbing a few things from the pantry and fridge. She made a sandwich consisting of peanut butter, pickles, strawberry jam, and bologna. She grabbed some donuts, milk, the jar of peanut butter, chocolate, and some honey. The blonde sat at the table eating the sandwich and dipping the donuts in honey. She then grabbed a spoonful of peanut butter and topped it with honey and chocolate. "Oh my god. Mmm." she said taking another bite.

“i.. Uh” Peter said then laughed a little. “that baby’s giving you some weird cravings.” The brunette walked over to the kitchen and open the fridge grabbing a bottle of strawberry milkshake. He jumped up sitting on the counter, opening the bottle and taking a sip as he looked at what Gwen was eating with a humorous smile.

anonymous asked:

Laughter echoed throughout the halls as Ghirahim barreled through them, taking out as many of the crew on board as possible. (Descendantxfdemise) (heyo)

She watched as her fellow team mates,no, they were friends really, getting tossed about. At this rate they would get pulverized. She balled her fists and took a deep breath. “Everyone please move! Hey you! Excuse me! Follow me! Come on now, this way!” She called and waved before taking off in the opposite direction.