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I had the chance to do a tiny bit of personal work woo! I got Andor ladies on the brain
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#kleya marki#YELLLLLLING#andor#all my faves are kleyaposting rn iktr 🙂↕️🙂↕️#op saw your tags if you do monkleya i’ll kiss u on the mouth
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Joan Ferguson and Vera Bennett
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found a messy ahh sketch from a while ago
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Oh, Joan Ferguson, the woman you are.
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The Expanse 4.07 "A Shot in the Dark" Shohreh Aghdashloo as Chrisjen Avasarala
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love when stories inflict unspeakable horrors onto a person for no real reason. its not karma. its not payback. its not a lesson. its not your fault. no ones even out to get you in particular. youre not the chosen one or special or anything. it just sorta happened and you were there. sorry man
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Authority is brittle, oppression is the mask of fear.
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MICHAEL BURNHAM || STAR TREK: DISCOVERY
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GENEVIEVE O'REILLY 𝒂𝒔 MON MOTHMA | Andor: A Star Wars Story Season 2 Episode 3 — Harvest
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Molly, Houston. You still with us? FOR ALL MANKIND (2019– ) 1.09 Bent Bird
#margo madison#famk#margo x molly#everyone calm down she says#i’m the only one who gets to worry#my emotional support work nemesis is doing hero shit again
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whatever useless things these hands have done - chaper 3 (read on ao3)
‘You still don’t get it, do you? We are on the same side, Mon.’ Kleya’s voice softens on her name.
Her name once more, echoing in Mon’s ear from all the other times she’s said it, once more waking her up to herself. She wants to hear it again, every time. And yet, still, the abyss of her duty stands between them.
‘It takes a lot to believe that, when my life is on the line.’
Kleya nods. ‘Yes, it does. You have already given a lot. You can give this much more.’
Mon wonders if this is the only conversation they’ll ever get to share: we have given a lot, there’s a lot more to give. Again and again. She thinks of the blood on Kleya’s hand, and then on her dress, a year ago. She’d kept it a secret for a while, didn’t get the dress cleaned. Not until she got to see Kleya again. She doesn’t know if she can ever trust Luthen, and yet here she is, time and time again, trusting Kleya.
It’s not blind trust, like she had to trust Cassian today. It’s something different. It’s the fact that she never felt she had to trust Kleya.
She feels the sting of Kleya’s gaze on her. Her eyes are marked with the usual pigment, and Mon can’t bear the memory of how it felt to touch around them, the slightest hint of grit on top of the softest skin. She wishes she could allow herself to reach out once more, and she thinks that maybe this time she wouldn’t stop herself.
It’s not a night for allowing herself things, except for this. Except for one quiet chat, even though it comes at the cost of giving up on her last opportunity to argue with Kleya.
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