So give me something to believe.

A friendly rvb reminder.

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 12:37:53 -0400

friendlyrvbreminders:

friendly rvb reminder

Eta and Iota were screaming Carolina’s dead mother’s name into her head (◕‿◕✿)

“Make the voices stop!”

archangelgarrus: “Why didn’t nobody warn me?” x

Thu, 24 Jan 2013 10:23:33 -0500

archangelgarrus:

_{“Why didn’t nobody warn me?” x}

RVB S9 E12 FEELS

Tue, 28 Aug 2012 12:13:33 -0400

thee-eleventh-hour:

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Goes back to the mention of Carolina not being called “mrs.” fussybritches, just miss. :(

The A.I's know...

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 17:02:55 -0400

dapple-appple:

Guys they know something bad will happen to their carriers. Think about what North and York said, Delta is always calculating and Theta gets scared.

It’s that or they know something is coming….

I thought about it being remnants of the Alpha’s fear (after all he was tortured to make the fragments). We haven’t seen yet if any of the AIs are the Alpha’s fear yet (and rofl I will probably get jossed in a couple episodes), but it’s a possible explanation.

RTX Live Stream!

Sat, 07 Jul 2012 09:28:23 -0400

RTX Live Stream!:

For all of us that can’t be at RTX this year!

Extra link, just in case: http://rtxevent.com/rtxlive/

Nine, Night of Matter

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 00:53:00 -0400

Author: Dha

Characters: CT, Wash, brief mentions of others.

Pairings: Wash/CT, but focused more on CT.

Rating: PG-13/T for a brief mention of sex

Recommended Listening: “Teardrop” by Massive Attack

The gleam of a visor in CT’s peripheral vision notified her of another in the room. She turned quickly, a drop of sweat slipping down from her temple. Wash didn’t need to say anything, she could almost see the pain radiating from him in waves. It unfurled in wisps at his edges as he remained perfectly still, like a statue, like a desecrated holy image. Her mouth dried as she straightened, ignoring the pop of her spine and the soft echo of her fingers against keys.

Her immediate response failed her. “What’re you looking at?”

For a moment, the silence echoed and the years rewound quickly. She keenly recalled them standing in this exact position, just as rigid and silent and stuck in place not knowing what to do next.

She had always considered herself as not quite a full-blooded soldier, never taken glee in ending another life. After all, she came in as an engineer, to find chinks in the armor and to seal them before the enemy did. Yet, warzones would never be quiet and she adopted the thick, callous armor of the soldier to survive, to sleep at night after the Covenant took down entire companies while hers barely escaped. Still, CT never talked to the others and kept any of those fears and late-night flashes of fire and death to herself. This wouldn’t become her life, she would tell herself in her bunk, this wouldn’t become all she was. Several bright commendations brought Project Freelancer to her doorstep and left her standing uncomfortably rigid amongst a mosaic of colored armor, next to one just as uncomfortable and just as silent.

Amid the dyn of conversation, she heard his voice clear and crisp, “Washington.”

“Connecticut.” Her voice sounded dried up and dull in comparison, a squeak instead of a full-bellied reply.

As she found out, commendations could only go so far. Field testing pushed her further and further down the list as she failed against agent after agent. Her adopted armor failed in one-on-one combat, pulled away with each landed punch as she fought teammates. If only she had quit then. She had come from a team where they complemented each other, her mechanical and digital expertise with another’s physical prowess, but the Director made it clear that he needed a super soldier who could run faster, jump higher, be all they could be and more. York quickly filled the slot on the A-string for infiltration and CT felt her first hot sting of rejection. No armor could protect her that night, or keep the quiet mantras from sliding underneath her skin like a blade.Screw-up, not good enough.

So, she worked by herself where she could, in firm silence as she studied and worked to prove her worth to herself. Sometimes, she could stay in her room, hunched over a desk for hours on end as she studied. From here, she could study the ins and outs of every last exhaust port on the Mother of Invention, away from the confident chatter of the ranked. Once, Washington stumbled upon her safe haven, having gotten lost trying to find his way to somewhere better. During the first couple months, other agents had done the same, but he was the only one who paused and watched her for a few moments as she turned from the desk to face him.

“I’m sorry.” His voice echoed too loud in the silence and as his mouth twisted apologetically, he knew it too.

“Maintenance is back one corridor, 0119,” she informed neutrally.

Despite her almost immediate response, he lingered in her room for a few moments more. “You want to come hang out?”

CT shook her head at his question and his awkward gesture over his shoulder, not sure he could even find the common area even if he wanted to. She supposed after he disappeared from her doorway that might have been why he asked in the first place.

When he “got lost” for the seventh time, he was unapologetic, instead knocking against the metal. So, naturally, she locked the door. Unapologetically. He didn’t mention it during their first shore leave, not even when she was the only one of their group to get carded at the bar. Seeing her teammates drunk, oddly enough, seemed to break down some kind of barrier between them and CT found that after a few shots, Wash actually disliked things. The smell of the bar bothered him and the way that York continued to hang off of him even as the latter leaned over a trash can irritated the former. In talking to the red-faced infiltration expert, she realized that the best way to get to him and try to get him from his spot, she needed a different kind of warfare, but maybe he wasn’t that bad. Maybe she could even like him if given the time.

The return to the Mother of Invention and their first training session destroyed what little progress she had made with any of them. She plummeted even farther from the board, failing to new agents. As she passed through the common room, she imagined the burn of stares, heard murmurs of non-existant conversations. The silence of her room, she hoped, would be a relief. She could hear herself think, the gears clicking away as she studied and read and calculated. Just as she thought she saw a potential kink in the Director’s armor, a knock on the door broke her concentration again. A thick weight settled in around her temples, pressing in against her skull as she answered the door. Somehow, she talked to Wash, let him sit on her bunk as she vented and released the pressure in one thick gust. He simply took the verbal steam, allowed it to burn across his senses and CT realized she needed guerrilla tactics to get ahead in this environment; she had to take the first strike.

“It’s not your fault,” he apologized for her, like he always seemed to do.

She didn’t want apologies, but she certainly had to pick her confrontations carefully. The Director, obviously, wouldn’t have insubordination and she needed something, a win, anything to replace her long lost armor. Somehow, Wash had found his way in before she could seal up the holes and she found that some nights she could talk at him for hours, silencing the gears turning in her head as she released weight into the air as easily as breathing. He always nodded, always accepted, tried to encourage, but she refused to be encouraged or cheered up. Despite all his listening, she never thought he quite understood her, couldn’t quite grasp her mental state even as she dug deeper into herself. She wasn’t just upset, she felt undone and unwound for the entire team to see, meticulously shredded by the Director’s will.

It would figure that she realized camouflage worked better while talking to him. She only needed to snipe from a distance and face confrontations she knew she could win. Only, CT had to improve her aim to slide in through those chinks in the armor, find weaknesses and torque the screws just loose enough, just as she continued to give Wash more than enough ammunition to do the same to her. She dug into her darkest corners, tried to unroot the thick growth of self-hate that had seeded long ago until it twisted throughout her entire person. Instead of taking comfort in the steady click of her mental gears in the silence of her room, the sound now echoed, fuck-up, fuck-up, fuck-up.

After a few months longer, the dull slap of skin against skin replaced the mechanical noise, quiet gasps and breathy moans as CT asked more from Wash. Even then, she could barely hear his own stress release or see his growing problems beyond her scope that had so focused in one singular targets. He was only the breeze against her face as she pressed her eye closer.

“You’ve always been hard on yourself, Connie.” She could feel his gaze through his vizor, burning with sympathy she never wanted.

She hadn’t always been hard on herself. Before, she had been competent, respected, and an important member of her company. Now? Now, she was garbage, the dirt beneath the feet of her betters. The Director fostered the toxic environment that had poisoned her and filled her with a disease she couldn’t cure herself of anymore. She waned so badly to rip the veil from his eyes so he could see and understand just once. Everyone else had already drank the kool-aid, including herself, but the pain would start for them too, she knew. Already, she’d seen evidence in South and eventually Carolina succumbed and, as the acid ate away at their own armor, CT took more potshots, growing more bold in her actions. Finally, she had found some kind of complacency in her role. Encryption after encryption made her transmissions nigh on unbreakable, her digital goose chase leading internals on endless hunts.

Until now. Yet, instead of Carolina or York or any of CT’s enemies, Wash stood there, once again struck still and quiet.

“Mind your own business.” She reverted to a quick snipe as she desperately backpedaled, tried to build up a wall against him where she had long ago torn it down.

“I should say the same.” Wash sounded so much like the Director in that moment, CT wanted silence, needed the silence.

Instead, the slow clack of her boots against the floor echoed too loud, fuck-up, fuck-up, fuck-up.

Why do we feel safe under blankets?

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 14:17:46 -0500

silverwing100:

It’s not like the murderer will come in all like:

And you’ll be like:

And then he sees you’re under a blanket and he’ll be like:

“I’m gonna kill you and——Ahhh shit! She’s under a blanket!”

This is the best post I’ve seen in a while lmfao.

Dat Ranking Board (spoilers for season 9)

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 20:50:16 -0500

I’ve noticed that the Director uses the board not necessarily in a strictly objective manner. He rewarded Maine and Wyoming for their “innovation” in using live ammunition on the training floor, bumping them up to second and third positions. On the same token, when South mouths off to the Director (and because she was being South), he bumps her down despite the “success” of the mission.

From what I’ve seen of the movements up and down on the board, the Director uses that board against his agents, especially those who really hinge on it for their self-worth (i.e. South, who continues to drop lower, and CT, who’s never on it in the first place). This may also qualify as why he dropped Carolina down to number two after the Sarcophagus mission. Texas had never needed to be on the board to do her job well (being the one-woman clean up crew for the beginning of the season), but the Director still stuck her on said board. When factoring the scene in which the Director speaks to Carolina about Phase 2 of the Project, I’m even more convinced that he’s using dropping her to number two in order to manipulate her further into his plans.

ask-agentyork:

York’s original ranking when season 9 began was number 2, then during the breifing where the team is discussing the capture of the Sarcohpagus, his ranking goes all the way down to 6, then at the end of season 9, hes back below carolina at number 3…so pretty much, York gets his eye blown up and he moves down a rank… but he sets off the alarm “Blowing their cover” and he gets to rank number 3

ask-washingtub: But the American version.

Wed, 21 Dec 2011 19:03:14 -0500

ask-washingtub:

But the American version.

Finished watching the RvB Season 9 commentary

Thu, 08 Dec 2011 22:13:43 -0500

emuuwood:

I am such a commentary whore, I almost enjoy it more than the actual movie.

Also every time Carolina and York had one of their moments I just wanted someone to be like “and this is the part where they were supposed to just start making out, but we had to cut it”

I think I may ship them TOO hard

LMFAO there is no such thing as shipping Carolina and York too hard. I can hardly wait for Christmas to watch Season 9 on DVD.

Red vs Blue Theories about AIs and the Director

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 12:25:00 -0500

Possible spoilers under the cut!

The Director made the AI as an attempt to overcome the human weaknesses of his agents. The Freelancer Program pushed every one of its members to beyond human limits. They were supposed to not have human emotions or feel friendships (see the Director’s reaction to Wash’s question about abandoning the team in S9: 12). He used and abused relationships he saw cropping up, such as the sibling relationship between North and South and the rival relationship between Carolina and Tex, to drive them beyond human limits, to make them better than they could possibly be as simple humans.

As that wasn’t working (there were still failed missions, as will happen with a human element), the Director brought in AI to pick up the slack where a human couldn’t possibly keep up. AIs ran the armor enhancements that the freelancers couldn’t: Utah died because the enhancements designed could not be run by a human, for whatever reason. It’s why Tex replaced Carolina as number one: no matter how hard she tried, Carolina was only human and Tex was an AI, she could go harder, better, and faster than even the top human.

(And in some corner of my mind, I wonder if the Director also designed the AIs to take over the agents given to them, like with Maine, in order to remove those human weaknesses. Delta kind of references this a couple times in Out of Mind.)

Just some ramblings.

I keep seeing people posting Batfamily pictures with Jason Todd in them.

Mon, 07 Nov 2011 23:13:10 -0500

batoudopant:

My dislike for the character aside, does he really count still as a member of the ‘family?’

I mean he seems to hate (dislike, ignore, what have you) them, they seem to harbor a strong dislike for him, he’s tried to kill (seemingly) a couple members a few times…

He really seems like his own, separate entity rather than part of the Batfamily whole.

Regardless of whether or not he chooses to be part of the family, he’s still part of the family. If I started hating my family and attempting to hurt them, I would still be a part of my family. Family goes deeper than that.

As for fanon, people can post whatever they want and etc. so whether or not he’s in Batfamily pictures is up to the individual artist, really. I’ve seen it both ways (with and without him).

Today's RvB

Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:27:53 -0500

emuuwood:

is it a PSA? does anyone know?

I’ve completely lost track

I think it’s an episode, as the DVD comes out on the 15th and if it’s like Season 8, there’s 20 episodes (meaning tonight would be 19, and the 14th would be 20).

catp0rn: Can you please help Marley!? This little family cat...

Wed, 02 Nov 2011 16:14:56 -0400

catp0rn:

Can you please help Marley!?

This little family cat was shot and now he needs surgery desperately! Any little dollar would help him get the surgery he needs. I can tell his family loves him very much and needs help.

http://helpmarley.chipin.com/marleys-leg-surgery

http://raleigh.craigslist.org/pet/2674443468.html

submitted by: http://mcroosa.tumblr.com/

reblog& get the word out!

Come Fly With Me: I just want to point out

Wed, 19 Oct 2011 12:59:44 -0400

Come Fly With Me: I just want to point out:

sinostrocular:

fantomex:

That this quote “The world’s greatest detective, and you still haven’t figured it out? Life’s just a game, Batman… and this time, you lose.” is NOT said by Jason Todd. It is in fact said by Clayface in Hush, who was, at the time, mimicking the role of Todd.

Yep, the joys of being a fan of DC usually involve writers changing/re-writing/doing whatever the hell they want with certain storylines. I don’t know if fandom perpetuates the story, but it’s said that Winick read Hush and was like “HEY YOU KNOW WHAT’S A NEAT IDEA? Bringing Jason back.” Thus Batman Annual 25 was written in which Jason was around for half the battle.

Yeah, it doesn’t make much sense to me either, but thought I’d just point it out!

I just want to point out

Tue, 18 Oct 2011 10:17:00 -0400

fantomex:

That this quote “The world’s greatest detective, and you still haven’t figured it out? Life’s just a game, Batman… and this time, you lose.” is NOT said by Jason Todd. It is in fact said by Clayface in Hush, who was, at the time, mimicking the role of Todd.

I just can’t even.

People are stupid.

Actually, in Batman Annual 25, it’s stated that Jason was there for half the battle (from the beginning to page ~8 or 9 when Jason goes running off into the graveyard). So he did say that.

mgnemesi: RedHood and the Outlaws #2 preview and...

Mon, 17 Oct 2011 16:49:06 -0400

mgnemesi:

Red Hood and the Outlaws #2 preview and article

Quote: “The thought of leaving him to the rest of the world—of leaving the world at the mercy of him—is unacceptable”. Jason Todd is a great genius, with the potential for incredible destruction or rescue on a global scale.”

Also: TALIA.

*explodes with glee*

~~Oh, hello thar Bon Jovi lyrics~~

Also, noticing on the redone cover of #2, Jason’s junk has been edited out. :|9

Quality art post

Sat, 01 Oct 2011 15:17:14 -0400

bellevueblackbottle:

All text straight from skype chats. What we lack in character accuracy, we make up for in awesomeness.

thefirstnightsparrow: He was in the Girl’s bathroom at MY...

Wed, 21 Sep 2011 13:40:34 -0400

thefirstnightsparrow:

He was in the Girl’s bathroom at MY school

*thehehehehehehe nose bleed*

Wait….What a creeper… >.>

lmfao. God, Jason.

Jason Todd’s death scene. :C

Wed, 21 Sep 2011 13:39:27 -0400

Jason Todd’s death scene.