#kortega

[drrav3nb]

You don't think it's possible to go so far you can't go back?

JOEL KINNAMAN as Takeshi Kovacs

MARTHA HIGAREDA as Kristin Ortega

ALTERED CARBON 1.02 - Fallen Angel

#joel kinnaman #martha higareda #altered carbon #altered carbon season 1 #alteredcarbonedit #cyberpunk #kristin ortega #takeshi kovacs #dramasource #joelkinnamanedit #jkinnamanedit #takeshikovacsedit #netflix #netflixedit #takeshi x kristin #kristin x takeshi #kortega #the tension in this scene is INSANE

[lady-murderess]

"Some people just need killing."

#takeshi kovacs #kristin ortega #kortega #takeshi x kristin #takeshi kovacs gifs #takeshi kovacs gif #kristin ortega gif #altered carbon gifs #alteredcarbonedit #altered carbon #lady murderess #joel kinnaman #martha higareda #gamsgifs #my gifs

[dealingdreams]

Hey loves! Tell me who to edit!

Link to YouTube vid for details

#im needy....i wanna start editing again so im leaning on others for ideas lol #captain swan #bellarke #reylo #sweet home #spuffy #kortega #Youtube #queliot #trick #troy otto

[boltnsmoved1]

@gabrellas sent me these but the biggest believer in the charlie as troy agenda is charlie himself bc wdym these images of him and bart exist

#i know EXACTLY what event this is from but idk why it never clicked to me that bart was there and they were interacting #out. #he interacted with half the hsm cast and this is on the kortega cinematic universe

[klarsynt-arc]

kortega (kovacs and ortega) (kindell and ortega)

#all i do is shit post #idc #big brained ship #﹝OOC﹞❝ it's just dumblr rp，carol. ❞

[nickblaine]

♡ endless list of favorite ships ♡ altered carbon – kortega (takeshi × kristin)

“When I look into his eyes, I see you looking back at me, and... it's been a long time since someone looked at me like that.”

#altered carbon #alteredcarbonedit #netflixedit #joelkinnamanedit #userkristen #takeshi kovacs #joel kinnaman #kristin ortega #martha higareda #kortega #takeshi x kristin #mine #edits: favorite ships #favorite ships #blood tw #500

[kristiinortega]

‘when you get there — i’ll be right next to you, & i’ll stop you.’ ‘somehow ortega — i get the feeling you can’t even stop yourself.’

#kristin ortega #takeshi kovacs #joel kinnaman #martha higareda #kortega #&. 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 ( ft. TAKESHI KOVACS. ) #&. 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗍 ( ft. VISAGE. ) #( this was the moment for me tbh ) #( anyway i feel better now ) #( thank u joel & martha for being this way bc phew ) #( tumblr kinda attacked the quality of this but shrug )

[nayydenovva]

Okay as cute as Tak and Quell are and yeahh I get it, they share history and shit...I MISS ORTEGA AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME THAT THEY WEREN'T MENT FOR EACH OTHER

#altered carbon #takeshi kovacs #kristin ortega #takeshi x kristin #kortega #Netflix

[ruxashes]

I'm alone, but in another way | Takeshi & Kristin [VU #1]

« If I'm a body, you're a blanket on me. 

If I'm a forest youre the field at my feet »

#altered carbon #kortega #viddersunited #takeshi kovacs #kristin ortega #takeshi x kristin

[tak-kovacs]

They only ever come this close when they're little more than drunk -- trading unbridled chuckles back and forth, from some forgotten joke he made about twenty minutes ago. 

"Stupid," Kristin admonishes him. She knocks her forehead against his. "Ow," she winces, regretting how hard of a force she used. 

He laughs. "Now who's stupid?" he retorts. 

"Shut up." Her smile grows wider. Her eyelashes look so long from how close he is. He can his face reflecting off her dark brown eyes -- the gaijin body. 

For the first time, it doesn't really bother him. For the first time, maybe he doesn't really care. What does it matter what body he is in if what he can still experience the world all the same?

Or at least that's all that's on his mind right now. His eyes gradually close. So does the distance between their lips. A soft nudge. An accidental bump.

He hears her giggle, and it makes him chuckle. 

He feels her smile on his lips. He leans in to seal it.

#kortega #takeshi kovacs #kristin ortega #altered carbon #written for a kiss prompt!

[lady-murderess]

it's the way they really could not keep their eyes off of each other.

the concern and worry in their eyes...

#kortega #kortega gif #takeshi x kristin #kristin x takeshi #takeshi kovacs gifs #takeshi kovacs gif #takeshi kovacs #kristin ortega gif #kristin ortega #altered carbon gifs #alteredcarbonedit #altered carbon gif #altered carbon #joel kinnaman #joel kinnaman gifs #joel kinnaman edit #joel kinnaman gif #joelkinnamanedit #joelkinnaman #martha higareda gif #martha higareda #martha higareda gifs #lady murderess #gamsgifs #my gifs

[teamhodgins]

Kristin & Takeshi | If Our Love Is Wrong

#altered carbon #alteredcarbonedit #kortega #kristin ortega #takeshi kovacs

[dealingdreams]

I love how Takeshi and Kristin are just like... magnetic.

#kortega

[yassentheassassin]

Kristin & Takeshi give me major Buckynat vibes

#kristin ortega #takeshi kovacs #kortega #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #buckynat

[garglyswoof]

Hiraeth and Takeshi/ Christin Ortega if you feel it

From the prompt list: hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.Note: from reading into this, this is a Welsh word that has no actual english translation, because it speaks more than simple nostalgia. It is about loss and something I as a non-Welsh person cannot fully understand. So this story is not based on hiraeth, but based on the idea of home. I recognize that language changes, is repurposed, but not knowing what’s behind a word when it holds such meaning seems wrong to me.

A line of this comes from The National’s Hard to Find

 ————–

Home.

He sees it sometimes, out of the corner of his eye, a flash of the world he’d once known like an echo on his vision that even the neon of this new world can’t burn out. Harlan’s world, the spruces rising up like a crown around the mountains. The bridges that span chasms nestled deep between the peaks. The Songspire tree. A pen clutched in his hand, writing words his heart can’t contain.

He’d almost killed Bancroft when he’d seen it. Quell was right, she was right and he’d woken up 250 years after losing her with memories from yesterday and her words screaming in his mind as Bancroft flipped idly through the pages of his and Quell’s ink long-dried. A toy. A fucking toy in the hands of what Quell had always feared, the rich that own the world.

Home.

He sees her often, his heart so full of her it tests the edges of its bounds, pushing, stretching tissue, alive. She’s leaning against the wall outside The Raven, enigmatic smile curling her lips, lips so full and warm and they’d been his, his for such a fleeting fucking moment and goddamn it she had taught him everything but how to live without her. She watches him as he fucks Bancroft’s wife and despite all the pheromones, despite the unquestionable high of her king’s ransom sleeve, all he sees is Quell. Them together, next to the stream with water so cold it burned his throat going down, her skin dark against his own.

Home.

He’s been in so many sleeves, needlecasting his way to a thousand killshots, following orders, the red lights in his helmet a home in their own right, but it his skin, that his mother birthed him in, that he always sees. So it’s no surprise that even though physical identity is a loose construct these days, the mirror is still a shock, and so is the look in Ortega’s eyes.

There is something between them and it hurt when he figured out why, so he is at her apartment, demanding answers, because something in him wants a different one. There is no other reason to be here, he thinks, as she finally admits; her shoulders slump, her voice defeated. He asks her then - Who do you see? and waits for her to close the door on this.

She doesn’t, and part of his heart that is still open and free and not calling to home responds. She is someone that could hurt but Quell’s already done that. She is faithful and stubborn and her skin, her skin is so soft as her body curls around him. They are beautiful and close and warm and he wants to pass it off as just that but he can’t.

Because he realizes later that he didn’t think of Quell once.

Home.

All these things that are his home are in his heart, burned into it like acid etchings. This same heart that races as he careens down the stairwell, trying to beat the elevator. The walls are too thick to sense what’s going on but he knows, he knows and he banks the terror with training as he chases the elevator back up a floor. His feelings are against protocol as the door slides open to reveal its grisly tableau. He can tell her partner is dead from a glance but she is there, still there, bleeding out and barely coherent, her own heart joining his in his throat as she worries about her partner, uncaring that she’s close to death.

God, her heart, this fluttering thing. This thing that defies its bounds. He is a broken, partial thing and he cannot. He can’t. He fucking can’t, ok? When he hears the name of his sleeve falling off her lips he uses it as proof that he’s right and he makes a resolution, because of that fluttering heart of hers.

She’s so fucking smart, of course she figures it out. Figures out what he’s saying behind his words and she’s there despite his best intentions to protect. There’s no time and his brain is a haze of doublesleeving, the world melting at the edges, the spruces peeking through, Quell in his periphery like an angel urging him on, slipping away when he rips off the VR feed from Ortega’s head.

Home.

He doesn’t want to give up the memory of her voice pleading for him to escape, but he does.

Because there are other memories still there, lodged in his heart with the hope that his sister has given him. Quell is out there, and he cannot let go.

Ortega sees it in his face, and he sees the resignation in hers. He wants to tell her that she’s in his heart now, but he thinks she already knows. He finds himself thinking of other lifetimes, a thought that surprises him. He believes in real death, doesn’t he? Doesn’t he believe in everything Quell fought to unravel? He does and he doesn’t. Because sometimes you can recognize the promise of something and you don’t want to let go, despite every bit of resolve, despite every words of a creed you utter.

So when he wakes up in a new sleeve and thinks of home, he thinks of ash falling like snow, he thinks of Quell shouting his name, he thinks of all these things but there on the edges she lies, spouting furious Spanish that he cannot understand in its speed. She is there and she is part of him, a promise he will keep, as home.

#takeshi x ortega #altered carbon #quell x takeshi #angst #kortega #arrenemris #bc i mean there's not much happiness there #i had to rewatch the entire series this week #which just reminded me of its promise and what it almost got right #looking forward to season 2

[killsmonqer]

#alteredcarbonedit #altered carbon #takeshi kovacs #kristin ortega #kortega #kovacs x ortega #** #yall know he picked her up. she wrapped her legs around him and he carried her all the way to bed thanks for coming to my ted talk #anyways i tried.jpg