#Powell and Donovan

[not-the-blue]

dude apparently when you google powell and donovan the suggested image??? is mine??? it's my fanart?????????? google says it's canon guys

[muppetsexandmuppetviolence]

i try not to go overboard with the "this would be better if they kissed" of it all so when i do say that i think something would be better if they kissed you must know that i mean it with all of my heart. anyway "i, robot" would be better if they kissed.

[holdyrterror]

First two people i draw fanart of after getting my iPad fixed are both zesty engineers……….. i sense a theme here

[peppermintquartz]

Mission Part 1

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Sydney was a fluke.

That's what Rocker is telling himself as he heads in to work three days after landing back in Los Angeles. He's gone through his mail, caught up with his team, eaten at his favorite Vietnamese food truck. It's not like he hasn't dated since the separation and then the divorce; he doesn't discriminate who he goes out with, so long as they're hot and have interesting hobbies. There are a handful of people he can hook up with any time, too, no strings attached.

And yet, the moment he sees Deacon Kay pulling on his t-shirt, all Rocker can think of is Sydney, and the heat of that same body now covered by fabric.

When Tan greets Rocker, Deacon freezes for a second, but he turns and smiles like he always does - friendly, casual, nothing to indicate that he had ever gasped in shocked pleasure into Rocker's mouth when they first had their hands on each other's dicks - and pats Rocker on the arm before heading out.

Rocker shakes his head, a small curl to his lips. He probably won't ever find out why Deacon jumped him that evening, and that's fine by him. He'd enjoyed it, and he hopes Deacon will look back on that night with pleasure rather than guilt.

It's hard to erase the memory of Deacon naked under him, though. There was something charmingly innocent about the older man as he made out with Rocker, and when his hands slid to Rocker's waistband, he'd hesitated, right up until Rocker rubbed his erect cock against Deacon's. Then it had been a race to see who can get the other naked first.

While it did hurt his feelings a little when Deacon fled to the bathroom when their alarms rang, Rocker had understood why the older man panicked. It's not as if Rocker doesn't feel slightly guilty either, since he does like Annie in the few interactions he's had with her.

Today is going to be challenging.

"Rocker's joining us today to cover for Street," says Hondo. Rocker bumps the offered fist.

Luca elbows him playfully. "You sure you're up to it? I remember you get really bad jetlag."

"Two whole days of sleep does wonders," Rocker says, and adds with a smirk, "Besides, even at 75%, pretty sure I'm good enough for 20-squad."

The chorus of friendly boos dies down when Hicks joins them. "SWAT assistance has been requested for a human trafficking situation. One of the girls escaped and was shot dead in the middle of a mall, but she was able to tell a manicurist a location before that." The commander calls up a floor plan. "It's a warehouse, which is how the suspects are able to hide the girls they smuggle into the country." He provides the necessary information and the team rolls out.

In Black Betty, Rocker is seated opposite Hondo and the two of them discuss tactics, while Deacon chimes in occasionally. Deacon and Rocker are to secure the back of the warehouse with Powell; Hondo, Luca and Tan have the front.

"Priority is the girls' safety," Hondo says. "We have limited intel, act accordingly. Powell, you're with two of the best. Rise to their standards."

"Lucky you, Powell. Rocker's ego is big enough to shield both you and Deacon from unfriendly fire," Tan quips.

"It's not ego if I've the skills to back it up, Tan," Rocker retorts playfully.

Another chorus of friendly jeers and taunts fill the inside of Black Betty.

In the midst of the tomfoolery, Deacon and Rocker glance at each other, and a tiny smile curves Deacon's lips. Rocker grins cockily.

Luca in the driver's seat calls out, "Fifteen seconds!"

Rocker settles into his gear, feeling the comforting weight of his vest and helmet wrapped about him. Here we go.

[evankinkley]

no, no, you don't understand. SWAT 8x03 is my angsty roman empire.

[montied]

gregory powell and mike donovan are definitely gay send tumble

[bullet-prooflove]

Thursday 'Bring the Noise' Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

Give me grace, bury my sins

I’ve been watching you for a while

only you have shown me how to love being alive

You ain't nothing they can handle

I was told not to love him

Strike to kill, you know I will

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you Til my dying day

A winding road where strangers meet

Youll only have yourself to blame when you let everything go bad

She was sweet like honey

If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too

With a single word And a gentle touch You turned a moment Into forever

Give me one kiss for the road, boy

Shattered glass 

Driving past a graveyard on a lonesome street

I was left here to die

They don't know a thing about you

You're so gorgeous 'Cause you make me feel gorgeous

When something hurts this much I know its real

If she's gonna go Well then I'm going with her

When I fold, you see the best in me The joker and the queen

Count the days I survived

There's a place for me, Somewhere we can sleep

She's mean and she's mine

All the little flowers gave me something to believe in

And I know you could fall for a thousand kings And hearts that could give you a diamond ring

She's on the tip of my tongue

You make him so god damn handsome

Can't hold me back from where I need to go

Now you can fight the feeling only for little while Until she's back in your dreams with her beautiful smile

Hidden in the pages of the New York Times at home

She's on the top of my thighs

I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young

Been a couple years of living on the road

so pretty whenever you're around

Don't have to say what I'm thinking now

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

You could have my heart and I would break it for you

Its the best love Ive ever had and I dont want to let you go

I wanna see Paris, I wanna see Tokyo

Don't tell me that you didn't try and check out my bum

Weepin' in a sunlit room,

We rattle this town, we rattle this scene

Though you try to tell me that you never loved me, I know that you did, Cause you said it and you wrote it down

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

I'm gonna spend my time like tomorrow won't come

I won't regret cause you can grow flowers from where dirt used to be

I wanna be careless even if I break my bones

'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Ain't gonna stop until you win this fight

You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

[mx-nada]

redrew these designs after SO LONG. i missed these two

[blue-eyed-giant]

currently on "escape!" and they showed up!!! i missed my cursed engineers <3

art by @not-the-blue

[died-but-not-dead-tournament]

Groot (Guardians of the Galaxy) VS. Greg Powell and Mike Donovan (i, robot)

Groot Propaganda

Greg and Mike Propaganda

[not-the-blue]

spaceship breakfast

[nesonkin]

The I, Robot (2004) would have been a much better movie if it was about Mike and Greg dealing with yet another "malfunctioning" robot. It just never gets old.

[holdyrterror]

Redrew my hc designs for Powell and Donovan,,,,,, reading caves of steel is making me miss these sillyguys

Also comparison with my old drawings of them,,, not much has changed but it’s still fun to look at

[died-but-not-dead-propaganda]

Greg Powel and Mike Donovan Propaganda

These poor fellows, they were testers for a warpdrive ship that was completely built by a robot named Brain. Brain had gone mad after facing the dilemma of what would happen to humans during a warpjump (dying). So it built a ship without stering, outwards comunication or ability to unlock the door from the inside.

They were just checking the ship out and decided that 'nahh this ain't for us' but Brain had locked the door. Then it shoot of to space and made a warpjump..

This is how the book describes it (I know it is kinda long but it is surrealist and wonderfully weird)

Powell looked at his hand on the metal chair-arm and said with frozen calm, “Feel the wall, Mike.” Donovan did, and said, “You can feel it shake, Greg.” Even the  stars seemed blurred. From somewhere came the  vague impression of a huge machine gathering power with the walls, storing upenergy for a mighty leap, throbbing its way up the scales of strength. It came with a suddenness and a stab of pain. Powell stiffened, and half-jerked from his  chair.  His  sight caught Donovan and  blanked out  while Donovan’s thin shout whimpered and died in his ears. Something writhed within him and struggled against a growing blanket of ice, that thickened. Something broke loose and whirled in a blaze of flickering light and pain. It fell – and whirled and fell headlong into silence! It was death! It  was  a  world of  no  motion  and  no  sensation. A  world of  dim, unsensing consciousness; a consciousness of darkness and of silence and of formless struggle. Most of all a consciousness of eternity. He was a tiny white thread of ego – cold and afraid.Then the words came, unctuous and sonorous, thundering over him in afoam of sound: “Does your  coffin  fit  differently lately? Why not  try  Morbid M.Cadaver’s  extensible caskets? They are  scientifically designed  to  fit  the natural curves of  the  body,  and  are  enriched with Vitamin B1.  UseCadaver’s caskets for comfort. Remember – you’re – going – to – be – dead– a – long – long – time!” It  wasn’t  quite sound, but  whatever it  was, it  died  away in  an  oilyrumbling whisper. The white thread that might have been Powell heaved uselessly at the insubstantial eons of time that existed all about him – and collapsed upon itself as the piercing shriek of a hundred million ghosts of a hundred million soprano voices rose to a crescendo of melody: “I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal, you. “I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal, you. “I’ll be glad–” It rose up a spiral stairway of violent sound into the keening supersonics that passed hearing, and then beyond–The white thread quivered with a pulsating pang. It strained quietly–The  voices were ordinary –  and  many.  It  was  a  crowd speaking; as wirling mob that  swept through and  past  and  over him  with a  rapid, headlong motion, that left drifting tatters of words behind them. “What did they getcha for, boy? Y’look banged up–” “–A hot fire, I guess, but I got a case–” “–I’ve made Paradise, but old St. Pete–” “Naaah, I got a pull with the boy. Had dealings with him–" “Hey, Sam, come this way–” “Ja get a mouthpiece? Beelzebub says–” “–Going on, my good imp? My appointment is with Sa–” And above it all the original stentorian roar, that plunged across all: “HURRY!  HURRY!  HURRY!!!  Stir  your bones, and  don’t  keep us waiting – there are many more in line. Have your certificates ready, andmake sure Peter’s release is stamped across it. See if you are at the proper entrance gate. There will be plenty of fire for all. Hey, you – YOU DOWN THERE. TAKE YOUR PLACE IN LINE OR–” The  white thread that  was  Powell groveled backward before the advancing shout,  and  felt  the  sharp stab  of  the  pointing finger.  It  all exploded into a rainbow of sound that dripped its fragments onto an aching brain. Powell was in the chair, again. He felt himself shaking. Donovan’s eyes were opening into two large popping bowls of glazedblue. “Greg,” he whispered in what was almost a sob. “Were you dead?” “I... felt dead.” He did not recognize his own croak. Donovan was obviously making a bad failure of his attempt to stand up, “Are we alive now? Or is there more?” “I...  feel  alive.” It  was  the  same hoarseness.

[evankinkley]

donovan rocker in every swat episode → 8x04