#team back door

[screamingatmyfandom]

Laudna & her creepy demon phone call: Hey Orym we're coming in!

Orym, having the worst experience ever: It's been 5 minutes...? what happened?

Laudna: we're bored!

[zarla-s]

Spy has such a big smile on his face when he Spycrabs! I just like that he enjoys being silly (on his terms).

[patreon]

[thewiglesswonder]

TFA StarOp, part four.

[greghatecrimes]

House, looking in Cuddy's underwear drawer: Oh my God. She's got pictures of you in there.

Chase:

[s0fter-sin]

punk!soap metalhead!ghost brain blast!!!

ghost trying so hard to get soap out of the bad parts of the scene bc he's starting to get pulled in by the shadows, a group of wannabe anarchists that stand for nothing except themselves, but soap loses his shit; laying into ghost for daring to try and "save" him

no one's ever been there for him when he needed them; no one ever offered him support or a soft place to land, why the hell would he want ghost's help when he's perfectly fine on his own? (when he’s always had to be?)

"you think i can't make my own decisions? well fuck you, ghost, who needs a washed up piece o’ shite like you!"

he doesn’t talk to ghost for days, doesn’t let himself acknowledge the hole he’s left behind until he's getting pissed with the shadows one night in an abandoned house and graves starts waving around the gun he snuck through customs and it accidentally goes off, grazing soap's temple

he's never heard anything so loud, even at all the shows he’s attended and there’s so much blood; it's getting in his eyes, running down his neck and soaking into his clothes and he’s frozen. graves and all his shadows bolt after hearing the gunshot, worried about cops finding them and they leave him there; staring at the growing puddle at his feet

soap's panicking; half-blind, blistering pain lighting up his head and he can't think about anything beyond how much he wants ghost

ghost's been sulking at his flat since soap blew him off; pissed at soap for going off on him when he just wants to help but still worried about the punk. he doesn’t want him going down the same road as him; doesn’t want him to repeat his mistakes when he could save himself so much suffering and he almost doesn't answer his phone when it buzzes on the couch

he lets out a ragged sigh as he picks it up; raking a hand over his shaved head when he sees the bubble emoji and contemplates letting it ring out. contemplates answering with a growl; something a younger, crueler version of him would spit. in the end, he decides on silence and puts the phone to his ear just before it can stop ringing

he almost breaks it when he hears soap choke out, "i've been shot."

he's out the door in a heartbeat, running down the stairs because the lift is too slow; trying to get more information out of him but he can't get anything out beyond a repeated, "i've been shot."

he breaks every law there is as he speeds to soap's location; visions of his cold, bloodless corpse staining his mind's eye. the only thing keeping him calm are the strangled breaths from the other end of the line; he's not dead, he can work with not dead, this isn't tommy, soap won't end up like tommy-

ghost screeches to a halt outside a random alley and throws himself from the car when he sees soap collapsed against a garbage bin. he's covered in blood, soaked, just like that night, it's everywhere and he's not moving, he's not moving-

“johnny!”

he skids to his knees and fits his hand under his chin to check his pulse�� but his heart beats strong under his fingertips and soap's eyes flutter open; flooded with blood but conscious and alive

the second he registers ghost in front of him, he’s reaching out for him; babbling apologies over and over, "you were right, i'm sorry ghost, i should've listened; i'm sorry, i'm so sorry."

ghost just gently hushes him, cupping his face heedless of the blood. "that doesn't matter now, johnny. we're gonna get you all fixed up, yeah?"

soap’s hands fist in his shirt, clinging to him. "i got shot, ghost," he says again; lost and smaller than he's ever heard from his punk and it's been years since he's felt this kind of rage but he doesn't let a drop of it touch his voice

“i know, lad. i know. gonna let me take a look at it? make it right?"

soap finally nods, his stuttering apologies coming to a halt and ghost runs back to his car to get a towel. he presses it to soap's skin, trying to soak up as much as he can so he can get a proper look; cooing assurances as soap absently hisses in pain the closer he gets to it

it's only a graze and something in his chest unravels; old fears and grief settling as the shallow wound continues to gush into the towel

ghost slumps, pressing his forehead into the top of soap's head and takes a second to just breathe. “‘s’alright, johnny; it’s not even that bad, not even that bad,” he promises, low; spoken more to himself than soap

his hand starts to grow damp and he forces himself to his feet, gathering up soap and getting him into his car. he puts the towel in his hand and presses it against the wound, trying to coax him through his shock to put pressure on it so he can drive

soap curls up in the passenger seat; eyes distant, seeing nothing and ghost has to tighten his grip on the steering wheel so he doesn't turn around

soap is the priority

he has to get him home; has to get him cleaned up and safe

then he can go hunting for the gutless shadow that hurt his punk

[zeb-z]

also can I just say. the difference between the joy of fit and bagi having a full day with blue, getting acquainted with the base, reuniting with their loved ones, all relieved to have more materials and more of a team - and then the absolute misery of etoiles and roier, moving the few valuable possessions red has to a new base that got immediately discovered anyway, losing all their gear, getting it back, then burning it themselves before killing eachother, is just so fucking funny. the new blues had freshman orientation while the new reds had a trial by fire canon event

[sualne]

i love video games

[ruvviks]

hey if i actually started developing my video game idea would you guys be interested if i posted about it on here

[incorrectplanet]

jiwoong: i can’t believe we’re stuck in this room together

jongwoo,swallowing the key: truly unfortunate

[theyellowhue]

who knew that heartbreak could also be the sound of someone trying to open a locked door?

[comraderoscoes]

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[pixiemage]

your oneshot about team rancher on limited life is so sweet, but when Tango offered to let jimmy sleep with him and have etho wake them up all i could think of was that one vine where the recorder walks in to wake up his friend and he's sleeping with someone on the bunk

i can't explain it well, hopefully you know which one i mean

AIAHDBSJDB I KNOW EXACTLY WHICH ONE YOU MEAN LMAO 😂

Listen, you wanna know what makes this even better? In the past day since writing that, amidst some chats with Hybs, I’ve actually come to the decision that Etho did NOT in fact wake them up (despite him being up early and going out to get some fishing done for extra food supply before everyone else was up). Instead that honor was left to Skizzleman, who was not only surprised to find someone unexpected cuddlin’ up with his buddy Tango, but who ALSO was not present for Double Life and therefore has ZERO CONTEXT for why Jimmy Solidarity, a member of an opposing Limited Life team, is in his teammate’s bed.

[telomirage]

I've conditioned some of the maintenance team to remove their shoes before or upon entering my apartment without prompting

[diantheia]

I had this strange bug in the electrical room cutscene where there was two Figure's...

[youngpettyqueen]

theres a scenario in my head where Julian gets abducted (again) but this time Martok, Jadzia, and Worf team up and go get him because I think that would be very fun

[slimeclimbtime]

back door k team (real)