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[thesistersarcheron]

#the alchemy # <- inspo

oh my god you can’t do that to me 🥵🥵🥵

🤭🤭🤭

Someday soon that fic WILL get off the ground again!

[rckbell]

baenakinskywalker replied to your post: all of my mutuals, probably: oh this bitch???...

i let my anime phase go and try to never look back but i would still die for fma honestly

ok ummmmMMMMMmm me ... i haven’t watching an*me in like four years but!!! here i am!!! still!!!! fma has me in a chokehold honestly

[literatiruinedme]

she won't become a victim (of your faded memory)

They'd met in a war-torn country; her, the daring photo journalist constantly getting in his way, and him, the charming United States Army Captain. The first photograph she'd taken of him had been her favourite image ever captured. He had been ordering someone to do something, having finally lost his patience with their incompetence, when he'd noticed her, something short-circuiting in his brain. || 10511 words || E || ao3 || the spotify playlist

@baenakinskywalker hello my dear, it is me: your secret santa! Hope you enjoy this piece, it’s honestly one of my favourite things I’ve ever written

Here’s the first thousand or so words, the rest is on ao3

here’s the sequel || ao3

18 May 2005, 05:32 Arabia Standard Time

A dirt road somewhere along the Euphrates, halfway between Qa’im and Rawa, Iraq, approximately five hours thirteen minutes from Baghdad.

She knew it was good work- exposing what mainstream news didn’t, not censoring herself or her photos, fighting her way to information and not standing down for anything less than a gun pressed to the center of her forehead -but fuck her if the travel wasn’t the worst part.

The Iraqi desert- an absolutely beautiful location -was always so overshadowed by her impatience. Any other photographer would stop and take in the miles and miles of open land, but Jyn had a rule (that she hated): if it’s still there and you’re still alive, you can come back. It was only a two hour drive from her previous location, but she’d been through five cigarettes, a Wild Tiger, and an entire bag of crisps before even an hour and a half had passed. She hated war, but damn her if she didn’t love the junk food that would probably end up killing her before anything else.

She needed to be in Ubaydi immediately.

There'd been a ten day long strike along the border. She didn't have much information beyond the location and the major players involved; Al-Qaeda, and the world’s military giant: the United States. But she wanted firsthand information on the individuals on the ground, who won, who died, who was injured, damage to the surrounding area- she wanted it all and she would get it if it killed her.

When she finally made it to the site- after another two cigarettes, some jerky, and a second Wild Tiger as she parked -she was quick to grab her camera bag and readjust the scarf over her head. She worked her camera free from her bag, slid the strap over her head, and exited the old clunker of a car she’d spent way too much time in. Before her boots even hit the sand below her, she was hit with a wave of commotion from the personnel on site.

She pulled the camera up to her eye and began scanning through the area. Building: potentially residential, two stories high, uneven walls. Street view: three ruined buildings to her right, the tattered remains of an awning on her left, each bracketed perfectly by a line of dull gray buildings. Civilian: covered from head to toe in varying shades of red, each as rich as the last, flowing softly behind her. Personnel: three men in American military uniforms between two buildings, guns not raised but gripped tightly as they walked. Ruined shop front: front windows broken, no lights inside, several sets of ruined tables.

And then it happened.

An accidental photograph of an officer- captain, based on the details of his uniform -as he growled something at a soldier of lower rank. He was holding his helmet in one hand, gun hanging loose at his side, aim set on the ground as he stood close to the other man, face contorted in rage. She pressed the shutter release, capturing the photo. She focused in further. His jawline could cut glass; even though his jaw was covered in unkempt scruff, her trained eye could see it. His eyes were piercing, his skin tan and rough. The lines by his eyes told her he squinted at paperwork after long days.

(She wondered if the lines by his eyes also meant he laughed deeply. She didn’t know if it would be so sharp that could cut through a man or if he had a laugh that made others relax- but a small part of her wanted to.)

When he looked away from the other man, he pulled a cigarette from a pocket on his vest, exposing his slender frame. It was hidden to anyone with an untrained eye, covered by the thick material of his uniform and his heavy vest, but she knew how kevlar clung and how much weight it added to anyone’s form. He put the filter between his lips and cupped his hands around the end of his cigarette as he lit it, his eyes finally catching sight of her and her camera. Something in his expression changed, just slightly, but there was a change. She pressed the shutter release.

An explosion ripped their attention from one another. They both turned, her with her camera focused on a large plume of ash and rubble, him with his helmet slammed down over his head in instinct, both crouching behind the nearest object, knees bent.

He raised his gun, quickly crossing the street in a low run. “American or English?” he sighed, a pang of annoyance in his tone as he settled in front of her, his body closest to the explosion, shielding her.

“Fuck off.”

“You’re not allowed to be here,” he growled, cocking his gun.

“Freedom of press,” she countered, inching closer as another explosion went off.

He turned back to her with a brow raised. “Who the fuck-” His fingers settled atop her camera in an attempt at forcing her gaze onto him. She shook him off. “Ma’am, what part of war zone doesn’t make you wait until the guns are lowered before you come charging in?”

She pulled her camera back, ignoring him as she adjusted her focus. “Only cowards wait,” she huffed, pressing the shutter as she saw the group he was with mirror their position on the other side of the dirt road running between them. When she pulled back to look down at the camera itself, she caught sight of him looking at her. “What?”

His lips twitched upward. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“Heard that one before,” she smirked, raising the camera to her eye again. She licked her chapped lips, letting out a breath before she did something she never did: give up a part of herself. “Jyn Erso.”

“Cassian Andor,” he breathed after a pause.

“You’re a captain?”

“Yes.”

She grinned at the faint surprise evident in his voice. “Wonderful to make your acquaintance, Captain Andor.”

“Likewise, Erso.”

So maybe she was wrong and it was an eleven day fight.

At least she got to meet Captain Cassian Andor.

ao3

[90stvqueen]

i don't necessarily have anything to /ask/, but just wanted to say i've been following you since i was a freshman in hs and am now a sophomore in college and have always enjoyed keeping up with you! (in a non-creepy way, even though that sounds kind of creepy no matter what. whoops.) anyways, i sincerely hope you're enjoying life (or at least aspects of it!) and that you have a great night :D

that’s not creepy!! i really appreciate you following me for so long & keeping up with my life. and i appreciate YOU!!! i hope your life is going great and you’re feeling a healthy combination of fulfilled and dissatisfied (i hope you are striving but not in strife) (i had to google if strive was a real word because i thought it so much that it ceased to mean anything) (i am un poco stoned so i hope this response makes sense but i have no idea what im writing right now)

[kendalroys]

baenakinskywalker replied to your post: frankfreakincastle replied to your post: ...

as if cassian would not drop down on one knee and propose ON THE SPOT if he had heard jyn repeat “"his”“ line

sdagasdgasdg littearly my fave is how fandom self projects w/ their Jyn hatred and were like “Cassian hated her guts” when this bitch was in love w/ her the minute he saw her and ran on three exploding planets to save her and couldn’t shoot her dad cause he had the same eyes as Jyn

[johnnyssilverhand]

me: I hated this book lmao

caitlin, immediately after: I WOULD DIE FOR THIS BOOK

[cindy-clawford]

baenakinskywalker replied to your photoset: 5x04 // 6x10 cc @aryasmeatpies

i only tangentially know shit about got but like…there is no reason other than jonsa about to be a Thing for him to be looking at sansa like he was looking at tits sorry i don’t make the rules

Kit’s just a bad actor. Sad but true. 

[wondertrevficrecs]

let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes

“What will we do,” she starts, just as sincere as the first time she asked, “after this is over?”

or, Steve and Diana discuss their future in Veld.

By @baenakinskywalker

Read it here