#rootsown

[legacybehind]

@rootsown miss you lahdkdhd

[praecedens]

R O O T S O W N ( . plotted starter from xena )

     “ gabrielle, right? or do you prefer gabi? “ there’s a strange inkling tickling at the back of her mind that no, it’s gabrielle. that it feels familiar & warming & entirely strange. after all, she is just meeting the woman. “ we’ve been made aware there are threats on your life. as a precaution, i’ve decided to task myself with your safety until we get this all sorted out. “ she extends a hand, “ i’m officer xena. “

@rootsown

[doctorthethirteenth]

starter for @rootsown

“Yaz? Yaz. Hey, I’m sorry this isn’t quite what y’were expecting.” She was up to her ankles in mud. “But hey! A little mud never hurt anyone! Unless y’start sinking, then its bad.” Luckily, the ground under the mud seemed pretty stable, but it didn’t take away from how dirty they both were getting.

“But, on the bright side,” the Doctor continued, trudging along. “Y’got a good story that nobody else on the team has, ya? So there’s always that!” Always a bright side! Luckily enough, the bog seemed to clear after a few more feet. “And who knows. Maybe we’ll find something cool. I did tell the TARDIS to take us to a cool place, and it never seems to disa --” She stopped. She heard something. A horrible, pained cry.

“Oh! I think that’s a job for us! Let’s go!”

[justctraveler]

🎍from yaz

for your muse to find mine, meme | @rootsown​ | not accepting

🎍 Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave 

it had been a long time. very long, for the doctor. too long. gripping the page in her hand, her gaze shifted over the words again. ‘hello old friend. and here we are. you and me. on the last page.’. a little known fact about the doctor. no matter where she was, no matter who she was with - what she was wearing - this page? it was always within reach. an ending to a beautiful friendship. her best friend, her step mum (technically). && the first person that her previous face saw. she had loved amelia pond. she had loved rory williams. what she didn’t love was her commitment to visit.

her commitment to visit this grave once a year, on christmas day.

sniffing softly, she lowered herself down, eyes moving over the names as she stuffed the page in her pocket. 

“made some new friends, i have. just like you’d insist on. ryan, graham & yaz. they’re absolutely brilliant. you would have loved ‘em.” she took a deep breath and nodded, “met rosa parks. oh! my fez turned up - FINALLY. too bad you weren’t around for me t’give it to you. then again, ‘suppose it was a good thing. kerblam had - well, some issues. y’know what i’m like. always runnin’ into somethin, even if the sole cause was an impulse decision t’buy a fez. which, i stand by, by the way! two regenerations down the line, still rubbin it in y’face!” she grinned, making finger guns at the gravestone, before she glanced at them, realising what she was doing.

“...righ’.” she blinked, then lowered her hands. she lingered there for a moment, then allowed her eyes to light up, realising somethin’. “oh, i got y’a christmas present. i’ll drop it off the closest i can get to new york, have someone send it ya. hope y’like it. special tardis key necklace. only works if it’s in yours or rory’s hands. ain’t gonna be much use but-- i hope it’s somethin’ t’remember me by.” she smiled faintly, tilting her head a bit as she thought. and after a moment of silence, she nodded a bit. 

“i’ve always hated one sided conversations. i... really wish you were here, amy. i really really wish. ‘cause you were owed so much more. ...then again, small confession - sometimes i think it’s a good thing. y’know. you, not bein’ around me. maybe instead of livin’ out y’life and dying... you would have just... well, died. that tends t’happen around me.”

[wanlidas-archive]

the 100!

my favorite female character:   emori.my favorite male character:   monty.my favorite book/season/etc:   season 4.   and it’s not a season but i am so into the development that happened between 4 & 5.my favorite episode (if its a tv show):   4.08, 4.09, 4.10 is such a good stream of episodes,  there is so much character development.  especially with emori,  and i draw so much inspiration for her character in these eps.   and i just love the conclave.. it’s so wild to watch.   how does octavia never accidentally cut her hair off with her sword?   questions.my favorite ship:    raven and bellamy,   monty and harper.a character I’d die defending:    kara cooper..........a character I just can’t sympathize with:   ontari.a character I grew to love:   echo.  my anti otp:    i have just been sitting here staring at this for so long now because i know there are plenty of ships i don’t like but i suddenly can’t remember any of them... ???? 

[ozwolff]

rootsown replied to your post: so this just in, oz has been adopted by a lesbian...

i only have more lesbians to offer… lesbian prisoner, lesbian scientist clone, lesbian ancient greek battling bard, take your pick

fair enough.

[archivestoriescrafted]

@rootsown asked  :  🍟 cosima to helena 

“do not be touching my food,  sestra,”   a hand lifts to lazily bat away the other’s hand,  but it’s without any malice.  the scowl that’s overtaken her expression is similar,  genuine on the surface,  maybe,  but underneath?  as much as helena enjoys the opportunity to eat whatever she likes whenever the feeling strikes,  she likes having a family even more  ---  and if there’s one thing she’s learned through the bond she shares with her sestras deepening?  it’s that family means sometimes you share,  even if you don’t really want to.  so,  in direct opposition to the words she’d just spoken,  helena’s scowl is replaced by a toothy grin as she shoves the plate in cosima’s direction.   “no,  you eat.  you are too small.  i will help you be strong,  yes?”

the fry stealing meme that zanza is legally obligated to reblog probably   |   accepting!

[fcrgedstrcngth]

@rootsown asked:  “You’re cold. Come here.” also ruby @ belle bc i'm a sucker for these two (':

As if to prove Ruby correct, Belle shivered as she scooted closer to Ruby on the couch. Tucking herself close to the other woman, she slipped an arm around her and opened her book back up on her lap with her free hand. It was nice, she thought, to be able to just sit with someone in companionable silence. “Thank you,” she spoke into the quiet. “For being here. For being you.”