just everything

So I commissioned my wonderfully talented friend @plastic-pipes to make a piece from the last chapter of my fanfic Surrender and she absolutely knocked it out of the park. 

The compression of tumblr doesn’t do this picture justice so please click it and really look at it because there are so many wonderful little details all over the place. Pipes is absolutely magic and I love this so much.

because of this??? i guess??? i just really wanted to write cadmus!alex and root meeting




“Are you okay,” a voice asks.

Root ignores it. It had taken her a while to find an overlooked corner in this base, and now she that has, she just wants to sit alone while she gets her bearings back.

“It’s just,” the voice continues, “you kind of look like crap, and I’m trying to get better at this whole-” It trails off. “Or I could send one of your friends over?”

No. Root doesn’t need Shaw to be dragged over here for nothing, or for Reese to try and pretend he can connect to her, or for Finch to look at her in quiet pity.

She looks up. It’s one of the women from before, the one whose excited tumbling questions Root had tuned out when she realised that her connection to The Machine didn’t extend through universes. Root’s already forgotten her name.

She’s leaning against the opposite wall, eyes wide and fixed on Root’s face, and no, she doesn’t need this.

“I’m fine,” Root says and the woman’s face lights up.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d speak to me,” she says, “sometimes people don’t,” and her smile is awkward, like she’s trying to make it softer but isn’t sure how.

“I wonder why,” Root says, and it’s sharp enough to hurt, or at least it should be, but the woman just shrugs.

“Lots of reasons,” she says, almost gleefully, “but like I said, I’m trying to get better at this whole-” She makes a vague gesture, and Root realises that she must have done that the first time too.

Root’s not entirely sure why, but she finds herself asking, “What?”

The woman blinks at her, and Root repeats the gesture she’d made.

“Oh, you know, hero stuff. Helping people for entirely unselfish reasons,” she says the last part stiffly, as if she’s learned it by rote, and Root allows herself to grin, ever so slightly.

“You get lectures on morality too, huh?” she says

“Oh my god, all the time.”

“Try having someone do them in your head,” Root says and the woman rolls her eyes.

“I do,” she says. “Telepaths.” She tilts her head to the side, a considering look on her face. “What’s your opinion on laws?”

“There’s too many of them,” Root says immediately, and the woman snorts.

Thank you,” the woman says, and this time her grin looks much more natural on her face. “I’m Alex, by the way. Wasn’t sure if you’d remembered.”

“I had,” Root says, automatically, before she realises it could be a test, but the woman’s, Alex’s, face lights up again at the thought that Root had remembered her name, and god, there’s no way this woman could ever do anything that underhanded. Root isn’t even sure this woman could lie without it being broadcast across her face.

“So,” Alex says, “why Root? Biology or programming?” She frowns, “or something else? I’m not sure what else it could be though.”

“Programming,” Root says, and Alex groans. “You’re a biologist,” she guesses, amused.

“Well I never actually finished high school,” Alex says, “But yeah, I like biology.”

She says the last part almost casually, like she’s trying to hide the sheer amount of feeling she really wants to put in those words.

Root wonders if she sounds the same when she talks about programming.

“I didn’t finish either,” she offers. “Dropped out to become a hacker and killer for hire.”

“Kidnapped by a xenophobic cult.”

Well then. “You win.”

“It’s not a competition.” That one sounded like it was learned by rote as well.

Everything’s a competition.”

“I know,” Alex says, laughing. “My sister- You met her earlier actually. She’s the one who always tells me it’s not a competition, and she’s the most competitive person I know.”

How many people could you know, Root thinks, and it would be the perfect thing to dissolve this conversation, but Alex’s laugh is awkward too, like she’s surprised she’s able to do it, and for some reason Root doesn’t want to stop it.

“Which one was your sister,” she says instead.

“Oh,” Alex says, pleased. “The one with blonde hair. And the super-suit. I can’t tell you her name, even though you’re from a different universe. Secret identity,” she says seriously. “I have another sister too,” she adds. “Sort of.”

“How can you sort of have a sister?”

“When her mom kidnaps you and keeps you hostage for a decade. Well,” she pulls a face, “adoptive mom,” as if that’s the part that needs to be clarified. “And she doesn’t really get that we’re sisters yet, but she will.”

“I’m sure she will,” Root says, and she’s pretty sure Alex wouldn’t even be able to tell if she was being sarcastic, but Root says it sincerely anyway.

“She will,” Alex says, quietly fierce. “It’s just-”

She sighs, slides down the wall until she’s sitting opposite Root, feet crossed.

“Feelings are hard,” Alex mumbles, and oh.

Oh, because Root’s maybe sort of dating a sociopath and worshipping (workingforhelpingelevating) an AI, and they should be the best people to understand, but Shaw says that feelings are stupid and The Machine says that feelings are beautiful, but in Root’s opinion? Feelings are hard.

If The Machine was here, she’d say that Root’s found a human connection, and she needs to nurture it, but The Machine’s not here and Root doesn’t want this, doesn’t want to find a connection in this stupid backward universe where people fly around in gaudy costumes and aliens roam the streets and nobody had thought to create The Machine.

“Feelings are easy,” she says instead, because Alex is awkward and distractible, and, in all likelihood, easy to lie to.

Instead, Alex grins.

“You’re an asshole,” Alex says, because it’s true. “I like you,” she adds, because that’s true too. “I’m not meant to do illegal things,” she says, thoughtfully, “but you still seem upset and I get the feeling you’re the kind of person whose idea of fun is illegal. So, if I do something illegal with you, then I’m doing it for an entirely unselfish reason. To help you.”

Well, what do you know, Root thinks, grinning back, maybe Alex can be underhanded after all.

everyone needs to know that even’s clip has only been out for like a day and it already has more likes than any of the other clips this week, i dont mean this to offend any character we love all of them but i just want it to be known how loved even is in this fandom.

I’m honestly so unhappy it’s my birthday that I fucking stayed up all night and I can’t sleep. Now I’m going to oversleep and my grandparents are going to be waiting to greet me and I don’t want to leave my room, but if I stay in my room the whole day then I’ll upset them. I fucking hate today,

Wait wait this is too rich. So my dad’s partner, the jackass as we call him, he threatened us yesterday that he was gonna call the cops on us because he wants my dad’s car. My dad’s car, is a company car, however my dad signed off for that car and put $8000 of his own money into that car. But you know, since my dad has passed, he not only wants every single part of the business which he has at the moment, but he wants my dad’s car. So he’s been making a big fuss of it the last week.

Now, my dad’s car is parked in the garage, on the side where I had the accident a few weeks ago and we can’t the door open because of the damage to the garage door. So it’s going to take 2-3 weeks for a new door to be put in. Otherwise we have to call and pay a technician $200 to come out and open it.

So when we finally do get the car out we have to put it out in the street for jackass to come and get it, but he is impatient and wants it now so he can give it to his wife. So we come to today where the cops were supposedly supposed to come by if jackass had filed a complaint. Well, he never did file one, so the cops never came.

HOWEVER, he sent one of his minions to drive by our house today to see if we had actually put the car in the street. Now my dad’s car is a Mercedes, and it’s in the garage. My car is outside parked in the driveway, a Honda Civic. My mom just got an email from our lawyer, who forwarded the email that jackass’s lawyer sent her and said this, “Tell your client that she NEEDS to park the car in the street. Someone drove by the house today and saw that the car was parked in the driveway, so she needs to either: move it into the street, or we can come on to the property and get the car.”

So….jackass who wants my dad’s Mercedes so badly…you can’t tell the difference between and Honda and a Mercedes?

Go ahead. I dare you to try and come on our property without and court orders and try to take that car. Make my day pal.

Mmmmmh when Even speaks about “the other 363 days”, am I the only one reading between the lines, this is where he sees himself. Because this is the only reality he can think of today, with Isak by his side. Not just for the rest of the year, but for the rest of their lives. It can only be with Isak. The man of my life.

And it’s not even the worst. Because Isak feels exactly the same. As he is coming back, in this last clip, Even holding his face. “Okay ? Okay ?”, and Isak nodding, before pulling him in a hug. I’m okay because you are here. Isak is hugging Even so tight, as if it was to dear life, not letting him a chance to escape. You know, because Isak cannot think of an existence without Even. The best thing that happened in my life. 

Our future….. only begins today. They’ve promised each other forever, without even exchanging vows (though they will totally get married one day), from the first moment their eyes met. 

//A Ratt’s living arrangements

Man when will tumblrs constant attack of Everything ever Cease

Can I just honestly say how much fun season five has been for me to write from past seasons? Not only are the episodes so intresting/complex/and hilarious, it’s the ideas that you guys given me that has shaped this entire story so we could get at this point. I’m writing the very last part of “My Bloody Valentine” and…I don’t know. I just feel so happy with how everything is running so smoothly. (And terribly painful, if you ask me.) We’re at the point of the season where we can explore the reader’s own story line and tying it with the boys. To everyone who’s submitted ideas to me…(And all fanfic writers!) 

I feel like I am the only Jonsa shipper that does not believe they are going to happen. 

I am sure not looking forward to the J*nerys shippers’ gloating though.