This Just Came In My Head For No Reason So Here You Go.

When your smother hen sense kicks in

When there’s freshly baked Apple Pie

When you realise you’ve left One’s engine running

When it’s the last mug of coffee before the supply run and you have to get to it before Dad does

i-should-be-sleeping™ BUT I desperately needed some shitpost Kanera

Oh god this is amazing

Hi, I’m auditioning for the role of Alex Rider and I’ll be singing ‘Everyone I love is dead’ by Type O Negative

cut hair✨

The Alex Rider series is just: Blunt forced trauma

I need this as a full fic 😫

The mystery of how Alex had gotten here was another problem. Last he remembered, he had been with several MI6 agents debriefing after the crash of Air Force One then he had been bundled into a car allegedly to go back home and now...he took stock of the barren interrogation room again. He doubted he was with MI6 and he had thoroughly crushed Cray and his plan which left very few options of who could have known about the operation and have the resources of stealing him out from under his handlers.

The door opened seamlessly cutting off his thoughts and of fucking course things couldn’t be easy could they? He mused taking in the tall, blonde that strode purposefully into the room then froze when he registered just who was sitting in front of him.

“Oh hey, Dad , fancy seeing you here.”

He didn’t know why he was surprised, Ian had told him his father was “in the field”. Alex hadn’t known what that meant and Ian had refused any attempt of Alex to ask with ‘It’s better for both of you not to know. If you got caught Alex…’ at first he had been offended that Ian had thought he would break so easily under torture. And then he had actually been tortured and he appreciated the small mercy.

“Alex?” It occurred to him that he had never seen his Dad look afraid before - angry, sure, but afraid? John Rider was too prideful for that. Turned out, he didn’t want to see his normally cocky and exuberant Dad scared. The fact that Alex was currently sitting tied to a chair in what was obviously an interrogation room and with his Dad as a potential interrogator probably didn’t help. Combined with the fact that his father had no idea that he was being brought here, wherever that was, and there was no way that could even be remotely considered a good sign.

“What are you doing here?” He hissed, voice tinged with anger. There was the Dad he knew and loved sometimes.

cody, padmé, and rex: *discussing something that's probably important*

cody, padmé, and rex: *hears distant screaming and the sound of a lightsaber igniting*

cody: is that my jedi or your jedi?

*cue amused and slightly terrifying laughter*

padmé and rex, sighing: my jedi

some sketches of Kanan I forgor to post, mostly for the Inquisitor AU