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[cloniing-blog]

    @g33kych33ky

She expects something along those lines; it doesn’t make it sting any less, though. It’s like patiently waiting for a knife, only to be startled when the blade actually breaks skin. She doesn’t let it slow any movement down – her hand still rests on Sarah’s face, her thumb gently running over her lips. “What, you calling me a cop now? Sexy,” she teases, hoping to slice through the tension in the air. 

“Hey, look. Look at me.” Thumbs now move to her jawline, guiding her gaze back as much as Cosima can control. “You are. And it’s – it’s whatever if you don’t believe me, you’re just gonna have to get used to hearing me say it, then.”

‘    piss off,’  a cheery little twinkle waltzes across the hazel in her eyes and she can’t help but breathe out a chuff of her chuckle.

thumbs dance across her jawline and her chin bows at the request ; she dodges her eyes away as if they had forgotten their crinkle from only moments before. 

moment passes before she leans into the touch and let their gaze meet again. holding onto it. staring before words can slip out of her lips.’ i love you,’

[kingsmanmakings]

@g33kych33ky

    “Two pints.” Eggsy placed one of them in front of Cosima before he sat opposite of her in the booth with his. “I haven’t seen you in a while, how have you been?”

[lovesjello]

Starter for @g33kych33ky

“No, no, that is,” there’s a long pause that hardly makes it sound like she even knows, “that is Arthur.” Her finger traced over the baby’s cheek before she settled him down into Cosima’s arms. “He is much quieter than his brother.”

[thegirlwiththebuffytattoo]

@g33kych33ky continued from HERE

The wolf cradled Cosima against her side, her feet firmly planted in the sands of a secluded part of their resort in Rio. The grains of sand slipping between her toes served as a reminder that this was real---Not some cruel mirage. 260 more LEDA’s to go before they could finally settle down into a life that didn’t involve a race against time.

As the breeze tangled her messy waves, Arcadia shifted her gaze from the sunset to Cosima, unable to hold back a smile. “You worked hard to get here---I know you don’t like when I gush, but I am so proud of you.” With a squeeze to the other’s shoulders, Arcadia pressed a kiss against Cos’ temple. “I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like had I not stumbled upon Rachel---Had you not convinced me that I was capable of doing good.”

[abeyantly]

@g33kych33ky

      ❝ I thought I’d see you here. I got you a tea. ❞  Tonight she isn’t sporting terrible black and red bruises, they’re little more than a pale yellow and green. In this light they’re hardly visible. She doubts Cosima would even notice them today. It’d been hard enough to laugh it off, claim it wasn’t important. But it was important, because it made her lose sleep every time she fought... every time she won. 

[whzie]

cosima niehaus is an outward hoe and i can appreciate that

[afraidofchange]

@g33kych33ky 

   “That colour really compliments you, you know,” Jamie says with a smile; often, photos on dating sites hardly do women justice, and Cosima is no exception. Some neat little cafe downtown has been her preferred place to meet up with dates - a bright, happy little place, but not too busy to make talking difficult. She sinks into the cozy chair with her coffee in her hand, relaxed and content. “So... you’re working on your PhD?”

[morethanbiology]

🍸+ What can we do to -- to help you be happy, Sarah?

Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk.

“Happy?” The word leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, almost as bitter as the liquid she’s about to take a sip of. The truth of it was that Sarah didn’t know if there was something realistic that could actually help her be happy. She had her health. She had her daughter. She had her sisters. She had her freedom. Still, none of it seemed to matter. Setting the glass down, there’s a half ass smile that isn’t genuine whatsoever. An inebriated Sarah wasn’t exactly the nicest person these days. “You tell me. What can you do? Not a damn thing. Can’t give me my old life back. Can’t give me S back. Happiness is a load of shit and nothin’ more. Gonna keep askin’ me that or have I made myself clear?”

[apolloniios-blog]

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        “I do not understand.” Neatly shaped brows pull together and a nose scrunches, crinkling momentarily. A look of absolute bewilderment slaps across tan features. A deep, horizontal line that’s been carved into a forehead amplifies her confusion. 

        “You are able to determine what I am by examining the sample you took from inside of me through a lens.” An index finger juts and prods at the air, gesturing at the foreign device in front of the shorter woman who stood alongside her. “How? Is it a-- a machine that’s been enchanted? Perhaps granted powers from a higher being of sorts?”    

[eidetic187]

@g33kych33ky !! ♫ Carry On My Wayward Son - Kansas ♪

        { ♜ } “I hear the voices when I'm dreaming"

[cloniing-blog]

"You are all to me."

subdued self-esteem pushes her palm up toward her jaw as if she could shade herself from something  good.  her body doesn’t know what to do with the compliment, with the exposed tenderness Cosima is revealing through soft tones

her throat rumbles a dissenting scratch.  

‘             only kind of catch i am is the kind that goes behind bars. ‘ it’s a rough joke, doesn’t sit well with her.

[wayfelt]

@g33kych33ky gets a thing!

“Hey babe! Wanna get wine drunk? Big just totally unloaded some product on us.” She shut the door behind her, lowering a bag onto the floor, bottles clinking together inside. “Or there’s some hard stuff. Most of them aren’t full, but... minor setback, in my opinion.” Sam tossed her belongings on a chair and scratched behind Dita’s ears before finding her way to Cosima and pressing a kiss into her forehead.

[kentiisms-blog]

"Cosima, did MK send you the files about Brightborn’s germ line editing program or am I the only one that has them?” 

[lovesjello]

g33kych33ky :

     “And I’m in your company. No difference in standing, here, Helena. It’s chill if you need me to, like, put on some pants or whatever.” She gestures to herself, piercings on full display and all. Anything to keep her comfortable – Cosima wonders, for a moment, if that’s coming from a place of nerves or a place of care. She suspects both. She’s her sister, after all, but quite the intimidating one… even if she looks like a sheep right now. 

     “Woah, hey, no, that’s – super bad for your back, c’mon, up up up.” She grabs a pillow, holding it strategically in front of her torso – which, you know, kind of puts the more offending parts on display, but Cos doesn’t care much about that mess of hair. 

     “Sit on this, it’s going to make it way easier on that totally overworked spine of yours.” She plops down next to her, nabbing a pillow off of the couch for herself, as well, and settling into the plush cover. She sits cross-legged, one hand idly grabbing at her bare foot and entwining her fingers between her toes. “Very much science, huh? Well. Can’t say I’m not versed in very much science, right?” She grins and takes the book, flipping it open. “What questions do you have? Got any marked pages?”

Helena looked at Cosima again, eyebrows creasing. “You have jewelry,” she gestured to her own chest, “ there.” She had seen some different piercings on other clones. But they were only ever on their faces. That she knew of.

She found herself being helped up, a grunt sounding from her at the strain on her back from just standing. Thankfully she could sit back down pretty soon after, a relieved sigh following the movement. “This is much comfortable, thank you, sestra.”

“Mm, yes, I mark page. Opening it up to one of the pages where it was folded, she smoothed it out and showed it to Cosima. “I am not sure I understand right. What is see...seesareon? There is picture showing stomach cut)

[kingsmanmakings]

@g33kych33ky

     Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, Cosima received a frantic knock on her door, unrelenting until it opened. “He’s dead. He’s fuckin’ dead. They killed ‘im, Cosmos.” He barely breathed between sentences, somewhere on the border of tears and a panic attack.

[sororsam-blog]

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