Me: It’s finally happening. It’s EVEN! It’s here after what feels like eternity. Don’t get your hopes up though, there is probably just going to be a clip and a couple of text updates.
Skam: *gives us Isak’s contact name in Even’s phone (mannen i mitt liv), a clip exploring Even’s POV, a homemade video about Even’s love for Isak, a Hei Briskeby video showing Even and the balloon squad’s friendship and talking about Even’s past, a text between Mikael and Even (best bud!!), and a 21:21 update*
I don’t think I ever mentioned this on here but a few months ago I started going to a new church, which I thought was going to be a bit scary because this was the only other church I’d gone to except the one I grew up in. I can honestly say I’ve never felt more loved, or more welcomed anywhere else before. I’d gone to my old church for almost thirteen years and although I love everyone there, and I am very very greatful that I grew up there because of the strong theological knowledge it gave me, I can’t honestly say that the phrases “church family” or “brotherly love” (in relation to Christians between one another) were anything more than abstract concepts. But here, they’re so…tangible. I just love it so much, and I’m so glad God put me here when He put it on my heart to change churches.
There’s really no point to this post, I just felt I needed to gush about how much I just truly love this place. Even when the sermons aren’t super amazing, I still love being here. I’m just so thankful for the Godly, loving, welcoming people here
ALSO SHOUT OUT TO @chillphann they don’t reblog dan and phil stuff but they draw them and draw the most adorable drawings ever so check them out they’re super lovely i would eat their art if i could :-(((( xx
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
“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
“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
“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.
Next time you listen to I Will Survive just picture a salty Jason Todd passionately singing it and shooting Bruce A Look after every line:
“At first I was afraid, I was petrified kept thinking I could never live without you by my side, Bruce.“ “But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong and I grew strong,Bruce.” “Go on now, go, walk out that door! Just turn around now cause you’re not welcome anymore,Bruce.“ “Did you think I’d crumple? Did you think I’d lay down and die? Oh no, not I! I will survive,Bruce.”