This is where Nem is at. This will primarily be a Red vs Blue and Wash/CT appreciation blog, with side orders of canon Jesus, Star Wars, Mass Effect, and Tron. I only listen to The Mountain Goats.
im-gonna-wreck-it: Wash finds out that 479er is a closet Star Wars fan (this is sort of a branch-off of my headcanon that Wash and CT are Star Wars nerds and used to have marathons in SW-themed PJs and everyone else liked Star Wars secretly)
They had just gotten comfortable, York and North on the couch and Wash and Connie leaning on the couch arms, the movie projected on the wall with the stripes in the metal visible through the film grain. Wash knew the stripes would disappear before the darkness of the space battle at the end. He would stop seeing them.
Then the door cracked open just as the golden light of Tatooine was filling the room. Fabric made shushing sounds as heads turned.
479 blinked in the bright-lit doorway and looked back and forth in the darkness. “Hey, I heard…Oh. You started without me. Classy.”
(a.k.a one of my favorite things to write ever)
The Freelancer common room was pretty secure. No one ever came there who didn’t have a state name, so when 479 walked in on York, North and Carolina starting to set up a game of Sergeant Mayhem 3: Doomblasters and most everybody else sitting around and talking, the Freelancers looked up like deer in headlights. There may have been klaxons.
479 said, “Hey guys. What? I’m not here to say recess is over.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” said York. “Settle down. Have some coffee.”
“Don’t,” said Connie from where she was sitting on the couch, apparently trying to prevent a slap-fight between Wash and South.
“Why not?”
“It’s full of nanobots.”
Wash said, “You’ve never seen us back here before, have you?”
“Nope.”
“What do you think?”
“It’s…cozy.” She looked around at the dark-colored walls. “Could do with some windows, though. I like to know what direction to go if I need to leave.”
“You don’t sleep in a Pelican,” South snapped.
“How do you know?”
“We don’t,” North mused, and smiled at the pilot. “You never invite us.”
“I, well…”
“I think that’s the first time she’s ever been speechless,” York laughed.
“Hey.” 479 put one hand on her hip and pointed at him with the other. “I’m not here to entertain you while you eat chips and play video games like a bunch of teenagers.”
“What are you here for?” South asked, not unkindly.
“Um…eat chips and play video games?”
“Welcome.” Carolina patted the floor next to her. “Take a seat.”
Does anyone have a GIF/photoset of the twins from the very end of the season ten DVD, after the credits? Because I think that was my favorite scene in the whole season and someone who can needs to assure that it exists in tumbl-able form.
leave no one behind
Summary:
Everyone is worried about fighting a losing battle against the aliens, against the Resistance, worried about following the orders of the Director, about fighting his battles for him.
CT’s fighting a losing battle against people who don’t even know enough to save themselves. [ AU - Complete ]
Posted the whole thing finally. I know some of the formatting is messed up- didn’t catch that til I copy/pasted, and now I’m gonna go through and fix it. Ahhhh, AO3 why baby I treat you so nice. :(
This is a good fic and everyone should read it.
-Theta? what’s wrong-…you can’t sleep?
-No..I’m okay
-Theta. You’re hugging your skateboard. That usually means you’re scared.
-North, I-
-It’s okay, little buddy. Let’s go for a walk in the hallway.
-Thanks North
I don’t…
North and Theta, I, it’s just so cool for him to be acting toward this half-living construct as if it’s human, because Theta feels that he’s human too. <3
York and North Bromance Appreciation Post
Here you go. Theta and North feels, all coloured in.
I know, it’s rough, but it’s the best you guys are gonna get from this one.
So yeah. There’s your daily dose of feels. You’re welcome.
OH GOSH NO WHY
