side notes

champion of lost causes and doomed pairings ;) various fandoms sorry not sorry

[anxious-m3ss]

“I hope this email finds you well”

First of all the only emails that ever find me well are from AO3

[donnajosh]

THE WEST WING 2.04 – “In This White House”

[donnajosh]

THE WEST WING 2.05 – “And It’s Surely to Their Credit”

[michelangelo-sky]

surprise attacks, over-protective brothers and living on borrowed time

Thrawn comes to stand behind her, barely a breath between them now, and she feels it rather than sees it - glowing red eyes following her fluid movement with avid interest, while their sudden proximity ignites every nerve ending in her body - it’s a familiar sort of flame, the one that prickles her skin with yearning to get closer and closer still.

She is about to spin around, but instead of going for a side strike as she turns (his position does give her a perfect opening), prefers to succumb to an utterly irrational impulse. He does have an unfair height advantage after all, so she’s just levelling the playing field – the blow isn’t that powerful, of course, his face doesn’t even flinch, but her strike on the inside of his knees brings them roughly to the same eye level.

“Surprise attack,” Leia whispers into his lips, enjoying their new position: his mouth is cool, and she can feel his small, wry smirk against hers. Once she discards the melee stick, her hands fist in his black-blue hair, still mused from whatever sparring session he had with Luke. His hands study the outline of her back, tracing intricate patterns that are sending small shivers of want down her spine.

“Is falling into your former enemy’s hands part of your style?”

Smoky velvet of his voice is just as distracting as his hands - all that measured, familiar cadence, coupled with new depth, new, intimate texture she’s still getting used to - wrapping around her like a caress.

“No but bringing them to their knees may be.”

“For future reference, all you have to do is just ask.”

Heat flushes to her cheeks, and Leia prefers to let her mouth linger on his instead of answering, to feel his teeth grazing her lower lip and get lost in a kiss, heated and all-consuming.

“Ready to admit your defeat, Grand Admiral?” Her voice sounds more out of breath than she expected.

“I see only advantages of this strategic position for now, so no, thank you.”

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[michelangelo-sky]

this is the season ;) or when early morning commute to work is slightly more bearable

[missrobinn]

Ewan McGregor is Dan Torrance in DOCTOR SLEEP

[thespacelizard]

this is about obedience and i will not apologise for it

[michelangelo-sky]

true tho

[donnajosh]

THE WEST WING – “The Indians in the Lobby”

[i-will-write]

[ad-wills]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

“why would you write fics for small, unpopular fandoms? you’re not gonna reach that many hits in fandoms not many people know about” ?? because I’m not writing fics for hits or kudos, I’m writing them for me because these characters are my blorbos and I have so many ideas, so much thoughts about them that my brain might explode if I don’t write them out.

[michelangelo-sky]

Chapter 20, or I had to do it after the finale

“Actually, how come you joined the Ascendancy in the first place?”

It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together, so a reason, or rather the culprit is pretty obvious, but she needs something trivial and harmless to divert attention.

“As my mother used to say, God moves in mysterious ways.”

“I know it may come as a shock,” Leia chuckles and makes sure to enunciate every word she’s about to utter, “but Grand Admiral Thrawn is not God.”

“Well, will you tell him, or shall I?”

A small laugh escapes her lips, “I’m sure there are lots of sentients vying for the honor, suggest we draw lots.”

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[dear-ao3]

[michelangelo-sky]

I mean…. Sometimes scissors and glue solve all your problems…

[michelangelo-sky]

Chapter 17, or some realisations hit you when you least expect it

“I take it you came to the same conclusion that I have?”

“We need a year and a half.”

“Not two?”

“I will make it happen on my side in a year and a half, unless you aren’t up to a challenge?”

She’s trying to minimise potential sacrifices, clearly, her innate sense of justice and empathy coupled with the memory of Alderaan fuelling this resolve to make the impossible possible. Her determination admirable, even if a bit short-sighted.

“I trust your judgement.”

Title Councilor refuses to leave his lips tonight, a practiced formality feels out of place all of the sudden, so solely lacking to describe the woman in front of him.

“You don’t sound that convinced, though?”

Judging by a slight hesitation before the last word, she’s facing a similar dilemma.

“I know better than doubt your determination by now, but…  just like regrets themselves, the fear of regrets can be a bad advisor, tends to cloud judgement.”

“I feel like because I can fight, I have to, for those who cannot."

And this, is the essence of all things her.

“You do, but if you rush and lose… remember, regrets always leave scars, sear into the mind and soul, the ones born out of one’s own mistakes or miscalculations tend to cut the deepest and be the most bitter.”

He isn’t sure if he’s talking to her or himself. His own ghosts, mistakes and sacrifices, intentional or accidental, the Outbound Flight, Thrass… all those deep scars that he’s learned to set aside, the ugly reminders his eyes have armoured themselves against, still tend to catch him off guard when he least expects it. Yet, he has no luxury of allowing doubts and regrets to interfere with present, not now, not ever. The sooner she will learn the same, the better.

“Think about it, and if you still believe tomorrow that a year and a half is enough for you, so be it.”

She nods and he walks her to the door in silence. For some reason, it’s easier to look at anything but her, so he focuses on a code panel, as he types in familiar combination of numbers in his code lock. Still, once done, none of them makes a move. Irrationally, for one fleeting second, he wants to stop time, freeze it before reality will come crashing down on them. On her.

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[ao3-crack]

(x)

[creativepromptsforwriting]

What I hate about writing is when I have to write so much before I finally get to the part I actually wanted to write.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

And then I finally get there and the part I wanted to write now doesn't fit in anymore with the story I wrote so far.

[michelangelo-sky]

Chapter 16, or what a mess…

“You’ve never asked what triggered a vision.”

“Pray tell what, oh, great Jedi master?”

Luke doesn’t return her smile, though, his expression pensive and serious. Too serious for a small chat.

“Two people, standing behind the column. A woman and a taller man, too close to be just strangers.”

Only she can walk into two traps in one evening, and only Luke can predict her well enough to bait her twice.

“Luke…”

“I am not making any assumptions. But it’s hard not to. Threepio bringing an imperial jacket from what he told me is your closet, may’ve been be a step too far. So, is there something you want to tell me, little sister, about you and Grand Admiral Thrawn?”

The walls are closing down on her, and only years in politics allow Leia to stand still. Now, she knows it’s a loosing battle, Luke is far more attuned to her feelings than a regular observer, but she clings on to a vain hope that her calm appearance can fool him.

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