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Countdown to Wolf 359: Day one.

Featuring the only quote that I knew for certain would be in the season premiere. 

Thanks for spending the last twelve days with me, y’all. It’s been an absolute whirlwind, and I’ve loved every second. If you were here with me everyday, or if this is the first you’re hearing of this little venture – thank you. I can’t tell you what it’s meant to be able to release my art into one of the kindest communities and most thoughtful fanbases I know. As always, feel free to come scream with me at any point this season – if the premiere is any indication of what’s to come, we’ll have plenty to talk about. Until then, dear listeners, goodnight ✨

anonymous asked:

For the domesticity meme you did a few weeks ago, can we have more Root/Shaw? I'm thinking maybe 9-11, 23-25, 42? DEFINITELY 33 and 37!!

do they act different in public and at home?

They do, or at least, Shaw does. Root is Root wherever she goes, the only time she isn’t if she’s playing a role.

Its not that Shaw acts different when she’s home, its that she’s less on her guard. She’s made every precaution to keep her home as safe as can be. she had Root try to break into her home and when Root still manages to find her way in, while she was sleeping, Shaw re-did her security again until it was Root and Machine safe.

“I’d be offended if I don’t also live here,” Root told her on their fifth attempt.

“If you and your better half can’t get in here, that means Samaritan can’t either.”

Root leaned against the wall, Shaw noticed her smile. “What?”

“Just never thought we’d get here.”

“After all your talk of Pandora boxes and hope too.”

“That was Her pep talk not mine.”

It still catches Shaw off guard, the way Root can go from playful to earnestly serious. It used to throw Shaw off, she didn’t really know how to respond.

Root was looking away and maybe listening to the soft murmurs of the Machine to notice how close Shaw was. Root startled when Shaw held her face.

Outside of these walls, its always been Root who initiated contact, but here where its safe Shaw can allow herself this. She can give Root this. “We’re here now.”

Root’s eyes roamed across her face then slowly leaned her forehead against Shaw’s. “She says there’s a crawl space behind the shelf in the kitchen.”

Shaw chuckled. “You say the sweetest things.”

sleeping habits?

Shaw is a naturally paranoid person, even before she joined the Activity. She can also sleep anywhere but she can also wake-up at the slightest change in her surroundings. So the fact that Root had the drop on her and even managed to kidnap her?

It stuck in her craw so bad she took extra precautions which explains the—


“You’re back early,” Shaw mumbled then sat up, in time to see Root remove the modified mouse trap from her left foot.

“When are you going to stop putting traps around the bed?”

“I don’t know, I had a pretty traumatic experience. Some psycho kidnapped me a few years ago. Bitch even tased me.”

Root looked at her in exasperation. “Are you ever going to let that go.”

“I have let it go, I’m just not forgetting it.”

“Maybe next time I’ll just take the couch,” Root said grumpily.

Shaw laughed, caught Root’s hand and tugged, she fell into the bed with a yelp. “And miss all the fun? I don’t think so.”

who steals the blankets?

They’re actually very good about it. Once they’ve fallen asleep, neither of them move positions. Sometimes though, Shaw kicks off the blankets, and somehow kicks the blankets off Root too.

who does the groceries?

Since she’s around most of the time, Shaw. Root tried to buy groceries online and have it delivered to Shaw’s place —- a miscalculation Root regretted because the Machine immediately notified her that Shaw was calling her.

The result ended with a long conversation about safety and boundaries. Root had to talk Shaw down from moving yet AGAIN, she had the computers wipe all traces of the call and she had the delivery sent to an empty building five blocks away from where Shaw lived.

Root decided that maybe for errands like this, its better to be more analog. As a compromise Root decided to bring home any food she could from her travels.

how do they refer to the other in public? how do other people refer to the other? (i.e. “my partner”, “ask your father”, ”dad and papa”, ”how’s your wife?”, etc)

Shaw refers to Root as: “Oh, yeah, she’s Root.”

“But you guys are—”

“Are what?”

Fusco gestured to her, “You guys are dating right?”

Shaw narrowed her eyes, “Is this any of your business?”

Root on the other hand, positively delights calling Shaw whatever she wants: Paramour, lover,  and then it moved on to food: Honey, cupcake, buttercup, pumpkin, apple pie, etc., and she always does it at the most inconvenient moments.

Shaw’s face is always neutral but Root can spot the minute tic in her jaw and Root knows later that day Shaw’s going to make Root pay later. And Root. Can’t. Wait.

do they celebrate birthdays, valentine’s day, anniversaries?

Not really. For most of it, they’re both too busy or away. But there’s always that one day that Shaw never ever fails to call on. Its the day they all walked away. Its always just a simple message that the Machine relays on her either through morse code or voice recordings: “I’m here.”

what are little gestures they do for each other?

Root always makes sure Shaw has something to eat, no matter what time or day. There was one mission, one Number that pulled them away from the city. It was a high stress mission, when John, for some damned reason drops an energy bar into her lap. 


“Root,” was all Reese said then he went back shooting the local militia. “Better eat that fast.”

Whenever Root comes back home and crashes (after narrowly escaping Shaw’s traps), she wakes up to the smell of good coffee and to several of her phones and her laptop fully charged. Root finds herself grinning, if that wasn’t love, she didn’t know what was.

“Stop grinning like a loon at your computer and come here so I can check your bandages.”

Shaw had her medical kit out.

Root’s grin widened. “I really love it when you play doctor.”

Shaw smirked. “I know.”

anonymous asked:

Can mute Scott be a thing? Picture it Night one at Freddys mike finds a small paper and on it is a bunch of dots and letters, he's confused until the phone rings and instead of talking you just hear this rapid knocking. Scott is using morse code to record his messages


Some unorganized thoughts about A. Watch

I’m excited for it, not even as a watch, just as a new class of diminutive computer. Before the iPhone it was hard to imagine something smaller than a laptop being nearly as useful, and I think the same will be true of the watch looking up at the phone. I believe that technology becomes stratified rather than becoming obsolete, which is why we still make use of mainframes and laptops alike. Not to mention stone tools, the printing press, morse code, vinyl records, film etc. They may fall out of the mainstream, but when a technology crosses a certain threshold of usefulness it never really goes away, it just becomes part of a spectrum.

When Apple shows the slide of their product family (ever increasing to the left in smallness) some view it as a sort of evolution-of-man in reverse, with the smallest thing intended as the top of the food chain. I think a better way to look at it is a stack of sieves with increasingly fine layers of mesh; pour a task in the top and it gets caught at the layer that matches its size. Everyone has their own individual task-sifting needs and can choose their mesh sizes accordingly, the watch being merely the newest finest layer available. It’s easy to imagine an Apple Ring in the future, transmitting nothing but touches and heartbeats.

During the event Phil Schiller said something I thought was important, that the size of the new MacBook is defined by the size of the keyboard. The size of the keyboard is of course defined by the size of our two hands, as the iPhone is defined by the size of one hand, as the watch is defined by the size of a wrist. It completes a continuity of human-oriented sizing, and it’s a subtle reminder that these machines exist to serve us and not the other way around.

It’s also important to analyze the watch as an article of conspicuous consumption. It was sort of amazing to hear Tim Cook say that anything made by Apple would “start at ten thousand dollars,” even though it was widely expected for the gold version. The collision of worlds between technology and luxury has been a learning experience for both sides. Many Apple users ignore the status aspect of their products, choosing them simply because they’re often the best tools available. The gold watch makes it no longer possible to ignore Apple ownership as a status symbol, and I feel that realization is uncomfortable. For technology people, it’s a reminder that increasing sophistication comes at a social and environmental cost. For luxury people, it’s an indication that they’ve ignored technology as an aspect of their world for too long.

I have zero data to back this up, but my hunch is that buyers of super expensive “heirloom” watches rarely actually treat them as heirlooms. The kind of wealth and horological interest that drives the purchase of one heirloom watch seems like the kind that drives the purchase of many. The rest of us imagine that one precious gold watch handed down from parent to child over generations, but I suspect if that you’re rich and into watches you’ve probably got more than one, and you might even buy them seasonally. A quick glance at high end watch marketing reveals plenty of language designed to develop brand loyalty and create repeat buyers, and the sheer size of the industry suggests it’s working. (What this says about humanity is another matter.)

My point is only this: we keep seeing that technology is more useful the more closely it conforms to our weird human proportions and behaviors, including our sense of stylistic consequence. A watch is only useful if it’s worn, after all, and we’re naturally more particular about what we wear than what we carry. It remains to be seen if the Apple watch is a success as a computing device, but its place along the trajectory of personal technology seems very natural.

I just don’t need a gold one.