Hi! So I got an ask for me to do a follow forever and here we are, this includes friends, people with amazing stories, gorgeous edits and blogs that shock me with their creativeness. Overall, every single one of them are talented as hell, so without further ado (and wow there a lot of you):
I was scrolling through the comments on some post and I saw a genuine, unironic reply that said “how does race have anything to do with Harry Potter” and I’m SCreAMINg like imagine reading 7 long ass books about defeating a fascist who believes in actively killing people based on their heritage and then suggesting that the story has no correlation to racism holy shit
How about "lightly running fingers up along the neck while kissing" with Pippa Soo! 😊
Waking up next to Phillipa Soo every morning is something you’re always grateful for. Each morning it doesn’t feel real, but as you look over at her with her hair messy on her head and her eyes half open you remember just how real it is.
“Morning love,” you whisper, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
Most mornings Pippa likes a few minutes before any proper contact. But today is not most mornings. As you go to pull away, Pippa’s hands come to cup your cheeks, holding your face close to hers.
“Come ‘ere,” she whispers.
You happily oblige, leaning close to her so she can press her lips to yours. Her lips are soft and careful, gentle against yours. Every kiss your share with Pippa you want it to last, to be passionate and long but right now this is all you need.
Moving closer to her you slowly move your fingers up along her neck, your fingers barely graze her smooth skin, and a shiver runs through her body as you finally cup her cheeks.
“Good morning,” She says as the two of you finally pull apart, foreheads gently resting against each other.
“You’re in a good mood this morning,” you say with a smile, your finger tracing patterns on her cheek.
“I had a good sleep.”
“You slept on top of me half the night,” you point out.
Her face lights up with a bright smile as she leans in to kiss your nose. “Exactly. You’re very comfortable to sleep on.”
“You’re lucky I love you,” you joke, playing with the ends of her hair.
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.
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i honestly???? love my blog. not because i am a good writer or anything, but, because everything is happy. and soft. and nice. sometimes angsty. but, mostly everything is happy. the skywalkers are together. padme is alive. anakin never fell. obi wan isn’t fully alone. ahsoka never has to fight her old master. everything else is still going on…but, everything is good for the skywalkers.
i usually am always nervous about my portrayal of anakin. especially since most of his canon is based off of my head canons and shit. i took a big step for myself making this blog and i am satisfied with it.