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xplrvibes · 2 months ago

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Have you seen the crazy person on Twitter claiming that Colby's using Sam and that Sam is carrying the channel and Colby's not doing his job because he's not posting on instagram.

The guy is fucking editing, leave the man alone, go touch grass.

Need you and Golbrocklovely to state how hard Colby works again so bitches can understand the man works soooooooooooo fucking hard to the point he actually needs to take a break!

I've heard a bit about that. I also saw quite a few problematic shenanigans happening on tiktok and instagram recently, so I know this isn't a problem singular to one crazy person on twitter.

Before I say anything else, let me say that shit like this really drives home the point @golbrocklovely and I have been saying for years: people afford Sam a general sense of respect that they simply do not afford Colby. Colby is their little punching bag, rage room, therapist, fantasy boyfriend and Sim character...but he certainly isn't a human being who they feel deserves privacy, common respect, happiness, etc.

So, thanks for proving us right. We love that lol.

Back to the main point: let me take this opportunity to point out the obvious, here. When Colby was posting on instagram, people were pissed cause he was posting his girlfriend instead of working or sitting around like an unplugged toy waiting for Sam to have use for him or whatever it was people wanted (cause I guess only Sam can have a life and hobbies outside of the snc collective). Now he's stopped posting, and they are *checks notes* pissed because he's NOT posting, so therefore he NOW he ISN'T working?

Pick a lane, I am begging.

As far as the editing goes, they literally just spoke about this in the Quackity stream last week. Colby takes all of the raw footage - HOURS upon HOURS of raw footage- and cuts it down and arranges it into a story, after which it is handed over to Sam and the other editors to gussy up and make presentable.

In Colby's own words (starring at 1:15:40 in the Quackity stream vod on YouTube, for those who would like to experience it for themselves): "We have our own roles...so I cut everything, so I like assemble it and make the story, and then [Sam] does everything else," and my favorite part:

"We have an editor right now that helps out with Sam's job; but I can't give up the assembly, the cutting part."

So, please understand what that means. This man spends HOURS per day meticulously cutting up raw footage and turning it into a 1 hour story. And he does it BY HIMSELF.

You are lucky you see and hear from him at all, quite honestly.

And I mean that. This shit with Colby has been going on for YEARS. He said it himself once: he gets judged for everything he does. Every move he makes (or even doesn't make) is dissected to high heaven and used against him. He gets death threats for growing a mustache. He gets canceled for wishing women a Happy Women's Day. He spends 8+ hours a day editing, only to be accused of not working...while Sam can go off and post about riding in private jets and getting haircuts and training for a marathon and golfing and STILL SOMEHOW, Sam is carrying the channel and Colby is apparently spending his days doing nothing but fucking his, what was she being called again? Plastic Chucky doll of a girlfriend, was it?

I'm telling you this right now - Colby has one foot in the grave when it comes to interacting fans and it's because of this bullshit. Who would want to deal with this? Especially when all around you, your friends are being celebrated for being in openly cheesy relationships and having free time to explore hobbies?

He isn't a perfect human, nobody is. But holy shit is the shit that gets shoveled at him not warranted.

Also, because I have seen this going around tiktok and I have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to this: anyone who thinks wishing a cancer survivor would get cancer again or makes degrading and offensive comments about said cancer survivor's body or health all because he's got a girlfriend and you can't handle that - put all of your money into therapy. Seriously. You need the most professional help money can buy, and then some.

Anyway, I think that about covers the situation.

(And since I know, I KNOW, the only problem people will see with this is that I singled out poor Sam, the patron saint of dealing with lazy partners: I'm not saying Sam can't have hobbies. I'm saying it's ridiculous to compare the content both are posting on social media and come up with the idea that only Sam works. I'm also saying it's ridiculous to act like Colby can't have hobbies or days off while praising Sam for...having hobbies and days off).

#asks

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hezulion · 3 years ago

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Olympian Aesthetics

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APHRODITE. (4) laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, turned on by danger.

APOLLO. (3) glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeping naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes.

ARES. (15) armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. (8) keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. (6) discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. (3) soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants (elementals), leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. (4) drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. (11) the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry.

HERA. (5) resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. (1) devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. (5) storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. (7) thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch.

Tagged by: Cece&Nat Tagging: You~

#ooc #unsurprisingly his name is fitting

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the-manfred-boys · 4 years ago

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Bold What Applies - Olympian Edition

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Markus

#dbh rp blog #markus dbh #muse meme #( only doing markus for this one )

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synthetic-human-prototype · 4 years ago

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Bold What Applies - Olympian Edition

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#dbh rp blog #oc alma #muse meme

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simon-pl600-501-743-923 · 4 years ago

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Bold What Applies - Olympian Edition

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#dbh rp blog #simon dbh #muse meme

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ask-the-rk900 · 4 years ago

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bold what applies - olympian edition

bold what is always true, italicize what is sometimes true, strikeout what is NEVER true!

tagging: @disorganisedcriime @baddcop @swat-cptn-allen + anyone that wants to do this!

warning: this is STUPID long. there’s a lot more under the read-more and hoooo boy this took me about 15 minutes to get through

APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red (purple) roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy , big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, downs glasses of wine orange juice as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

#𝚒𝚗𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 || musings #𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. || ooc #|| holy crap this was a long one #|| but im still gonna do more lol

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tamsusvilkas · 4 years ago

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𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

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TAGGED BY: @ircnkingdom (thank you!!) TAGGING: anyone who sees it (that means you)

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

#long post #;development #;;so for toris he has both Ares and Athena #;;and thats really fuckin ironic considering him and tom #;;but Poseidon also fits him too :0

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bad-wolf1896 · 7 years ago

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The Twilight of Fate

“My New Heart”

Chapter 2

Summary: This story takes place after episode 19 and the drill/time machine that gets activated at the end of the episode. That drill doesn't have the effect he is hoping for. It ends up sending all of the Reds and Blues back in time, they merge with their past self's but still retain all their memories. How will all these people react to all their achievements and failings being undone?

Parings: Wash/Carolina, mentions of past Yorkalina

Warnings: Canon-typical language

Notes: This is my first fan fiction ever and it is about RvB. Also on FanFiction

Carolina had finished explaining the last 15 years, her retirement included. The story reminded her that she needed, no had to, go find Wash. Having Agents York and North understand what had happened and getting their help, will make them valuable allies in the future.

The guys were silent for a second, then looked at each other. York looked at Carolina with a blank expression, "Did we die?" Carolina paused for a second, how could he know that, it's not possible. "Did all the freelancers die, besides you and Wash? ...You stopped mentioning all of us except Wash at a certain point, it was a hunch and… you're easier to read now." Carolina couldn't help but mirror their sad smiles now they all knew each other too well to escape the truth. "Since you know the truth you can better help me make a decision on..." Her sentence got cut off by the intercom buzzing. "Agent Carolina."

"Yes, Carol?" she snarked. The secretary paused and Carolina could hear her stopping and starting before she finally spoke, "You have an... incoming transmission... from a Tucker at a sim trooper base? It's against protocol to patch them through to us, let alone acknowledge our existence, but apparently, he threatened to destroy our physical base that is on the planet their stationed on so they sent it through. Agent Carolina, I'm not sure what to think of this and the other communications unit in charge of the sim soldiers are also concerned, what do you think?"

Under her breath Carolina said, "oh dear lord." She paused for a second to make sure to constructed her response correctly, to protect the Reds and Blues… and herself. "It's probably nothing but you know how some of these sim troopers are. If you don't know, they can be extremely eccentric, some could even call them intelligent… in their own way. He DID threaten the base though. Patch him through, I'll stall him and you have Four Seven Niner ready an aircraft to go there. I'll be bringing a team with me." There was a pause before Carol scoffs, "You need a team to deal with sim troopers?"

Carolina blow up, "Carol, are you a freelancer!? No, you sit behind a desk all day and fuck people around the office!? Now, PATCH… HIM… THOUGH." She heard North mutter behind, "Well, there is the Carolina we know and love."

"Carolina?" She heard Tucker's voice say from the speaker, he didn't sound as angry as his threats were maybe he wore himself out? "Yes Tucker? What is it?"

"WHY THE FUCK AM I HAVING TO CALL YOU! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GET AHOLD OF A SPECIFIC FREELANCER?"

"It's-"

"NO, YOU DON'T BECAUSE YOU'RE A GOD DAMN FREELANCER. SO, ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS SAY, 'HEY I HAVE TO SPEAK TO FUCKIN CALIFORNIA' AND YOU CAN FUCKING SPEAK TO THEM RIGHT THEN! I HAVE TO THREATEN TO DESTROY SOMETHING I'VE ALREADY DESTROYED, JUST TO GET TO TALK TO SOMEONE WHO SHOULD HAVE HAD THE DECENCEY TO CALL ME FIRST BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT A PAIN IN MY ASS THIS WAS GOING TO BE…. bitch" York and North look at each other and they both say, "oh shit…" under their breath before looking back over to Carolina.

"Can I talk now Tucker?"

"NO, I'M NOT DONE YET. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH THE LAST THREE HOURS? DO YOU? WELL, NUMBER ONE: CABOOSE ISN'T HERE, THANK GOD. I WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM OTHERWISE, LIKE THAT WOULD HAVE WORKED, THE GUY IS LIKE A FUCKING COCROACH. NUMBER TWO: WHERE'S MY SWORD CAROLINA? WHERE IS MY MOTHER FUCKIN SWORD..."?

"Do you want me to- "

"AND NUMBER THREE WHERE IN THE HELL IS EVERYONE? I'M BACK AT MY OLD BASE WITH THESE LAME ASS PEOPLE AND THERE'S NOT EVEN A CHICK HERE!" In the background, they can hear a commanding voice saying, "Tucker! Personal phone time is over! Get back to cleaning the barracks, your mother can wait!"

York falls over on his back laughing. North covers his mouth, stifling his laughter, while Carolina smiles evilly and with a slight chuckle says, "Now Tucker, listen to your Daddy, and me and your uncles Wash, York, and North will come get you, ok?" York is now rolling on the floor laughing. Carolina could hear Tucker sighing, "God you've spent way too much time with us. Just come get me please before I start blowing shit up ok…please?" Carolina smiled, "Yes Tucker, you'll be first on the list, because you might die from threatening Freelancer headquarters." There was a pause on the other line, that wasn't like Tucker. He hadn't made an innuendo the whole conversation because he was upset but he had constantly been saying something, "Tucker, what's wrong?"

"Carolina, where's Washington?" She bolted upright, her head immediately began to pound. How could she forget about Wash? He was everything to her. If it wasn't for him, she would have completely lost herself. She felt immediate hatred for forgetting but stopped... he would have scolded her for that. Earlier, she was just trying to make sure things didn't get out of control in her mind but now she could go to him and nothing would stop her. "Don't worry Tucker, I'll get him and we will be there soon. I promise."

As she bolted out the door, she heard the transmission click off. York and North sprint to remain behind her. She made it to Wash's room long before them and barged in without knocking. He was still getting dressed and had his shirt half on. All the scars he got from the past 15 years were still there, all that pain and hardship he had been through. Wash quickly pulled his shirt down, blushing. "Carolina, what are you doing in here? Did I do something wrong?" Carolina couldn't help but smile, "Tucker called, he's freaking out we need to go take care of the rest of the Reds and Blues, Wash, get your armor on." Carolina turns around, there was a lot she needed to get prepped and ready before they left the Mother of Invention, and they might not get to come back. She didn't even know what they would do after this, she just knew she had to get to the guys then everything would start falling back into place. Wash pipes up, "Ok but I don't know what or who you're talking about."

Carolina stopped in her tracks. York and North were at the door by her, looking terrified. Her eyes were wide with fear, her thoughts started going rampant and erratic...no, no, no… this can't be! He had to remember what caused those the scars! They were proof that he had to remember his past, future, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. She spun around, York and North came up close her side, recognizing the sudden shift in her temperament.

"How does your head feel Wash?" She tried to keep her expression calm but her voice gave away the urgency. She remembered how she felt this morning, she had felt like complete shit, like she had the nastiest hangover. Of all time. Wash reach up to his messy blond hair and rubbed it, it looked like he had been doing that all morning. There was a red mark from where he had been holding his head, "It's killing me to be honest with you." It wasn't his fault for not remembering. She looked at his face, all those scars, all that pain, his mind was just trying to be kind to him. She wanted to let him live in this nice happy life for a little while longer. Free from all that pain, but life isn't like that and she needed him, more than he could ever know.

That hit her like a freight train… she never needed someone until it was too late. She always cared for York more than she would ever admit but something felt different about Wash. She looked from York then back to Wash. This was different but she didn't have time to finish this line of thought. Wash hasn't remembered the past/future yet, that might have to do with the fact that he was not with them on the island with the drill, or the fact that he was so severely injured. She'd mentioned the Reds and Blues but that had done nothing but confuse him…she needed something that would touch him deeply, something that would jog his memory.

Suddenly, then weight in the pocket of her sweat pants reminded her. She walked up to Wash with such a purpose that it startled him and he falls back onto his bed and the others stepped back, waiting to see what she was going to do. So as not to scare him anymore, Carolina kneeled in front of Wash and grabbed his hands, cradling them in her own while reaching into her pocket. He was still in the mind state of a new member of elite freelancers and gun-shy. He stared at her wide-eyed and afraid of what she was going to do next, "Wash I need you to look at something and think and remember. It's going to hurt, a lot, and I'm so very sorry, but honestly, I need you to do this with me. I'm not patient and I don't know them like you. And these decisions we are going to have to make, we'll need to do them all together." Wash stutters, "Carolina, I don't know what you're-" as he was saying this she places York's lighter in his hands and gently held them open allowing him time to look and process. Wash's brows furrowed, thinking. She could literally see the gears moving and turning, all the memories that were unconnected now connecting, all the lightbulbs going off, then a tear started to roll down his cheek.

Carolina felt like the anti-Christ, someone sent to wreak havoc on good people. She jumped up and hugged him as tight as possible, she whispered quietly in his ear, "I'm so sorry David. I'm so sorry." She was crying some now as well. "You deserved a life like that I just didn't know if I could handle the Reds and Blues like you…and…and," she couldn't finish the sentence. She couldn't bring herself to. York and North looked at each other, then at Wash. Was Carolina crying? They didn't think she was capable.

Standing there, she loses herself in thought. She couldn't do this without him. Just as her mind was beginning to race, she felt Wash hug her back just as tightly. She blinked, remembering how Wash would laugh at her when she messed with the Blues with her singing, how Wash got his balls stuck on a grappling hook, how Wash grew a beard. She hears him whisper softly in her ear, "Thank you."

#rvb #rvb15 #rvb15 spoilers #Agent Carolina #agent washington #agent york #agent north dakota #Lavernius Tucker #washlina #carwash #The Twilight of Fate #chapter 2 #twilight of fate

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lalittle-luna · 4 years ago

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1. It’s Thursday at noon, where are you usually?

Usually at work at noon on those days.

2. Who are the last people to send you a text message?

One of my coworkers

3. What brand of shampoo is in your shower right now?

We use all Burt’s bees products in in the bathroom. From shampoo to body wash to face wash. It’s what I’ve found to work best for my psoriasis/sensitive skin and it’s amazing for my hair. I always get compliments on how healthy my hair looks.

4. What are you listening to right now?

The dishwasher running in the kitchen.

5. Do you watch MTV anymore?

I don’t really watch actual TV anymore. Plus my boyfriend has been playing a lot of video games lately and I’m too lazy to hook up the projector in the living room to watch something.

6. You need a new pair of jeans, what store do you go to first?

Honestly? Old Navy has the cheapest jeans. They’re super comfortable too and last forever.

7. How do you feel about your hair?

It’s a little too long for me right now. But it’s healthy so I’m happy.

8. What time do you wake up for school?

I’m not taking any summer classes right now but come fall I’ll probably wake up around 6:30/7 for school.

9. What movie is in your DVD player?

I don’t think there is anything in it right now.

10. Last two numbers in your phone number?

My boyfriend and a spam call.

11. Who’s in your house?

Me and the dog atm.

12. What side of the bed do you sleep on?

We alternate sides but I’m currently assigned to the right side lol

13. Do you like roller coasters?

I fucking love them.

14. What magazine(s) do you look at the most?

National Geographic.

15. What kind of car do you drive?

I own a Hyundai Sonata and a Nissan Altima that are both in my name. But my boyfriend uses the Altima.

16. What do you think about gay marriage?

It’s marriage. You either get married or you don’t.

17. What do your pants look like?

They’re black sweatpants with red roses printed on them. Super comfortable.

18. Do you own an iPod?

I have an iPhone and that’s essentially the same thing.

19. What kind of cologne/perfume do you wear?

It’s something from bath and body works but it’s so strong I hardly ever wear it.

20. What are your plans for Saturday?

I work and then we’re going to the dealership to see about trading in the nissan and Infiniti for a new rouge. It’s not for certain but it would be nice to go from three cars to two.

21. What is the dumbest thing you have ever done with your cellphone?

I accidentally threw away my phone at work one time.

22. Does mind over matter work for you?

I’m a slave to my emotions. But I’m working on it.

23. Are you paranoid?

I can be.

24. What was the last thing you were invited to?

We had a family dinner this past weekend if that counts? If not we have a wedding to go to in February.

25. What item should never be shared?

Toothbrush or socks

26. Have you ever sat all the way through Gone With the Wind?

I’ve never seen it.

27. When was the last time you were up all night?

Pffft. It’s been years.

28. Does drinking alcohol make you act more like your true self?

No. I just embarrass myself and do stupid shit.

29. Where is your favorite place?

In the car on road trips with my boyfriend.

30. Do you ever think about marriage?

We talk about it I’d say pretty regularly. We both agree we want to marry each other someday. But between work and school planning a wedding would just be Hell right now. Besides if we’re going to be together forever there isn’t a need to rush anyway. I’m just happy to be a part of his life.

31. Do you sleep with a fan on?

We sleep with two fans. At this point I need the sound of the fan to fall asleep.

32. What is the best thing about winter?

Being able to turn off the AC and open all the windows without getting swamp ass.

33. Have you ever been truly in love?

I am right now. Not that it invalidates any feelings of love I’ve ever felt before. But this love and connection is a lot deeper than the ones in the past.

34. How many states have you been to where all you saw was the airport?

Too many to remember or count. I’ve traveled a lot.

35. Are you currently planning a trip?

Sort of. I do have to go to New York next summer for my nieces graduation. Other than that we want to take a trip for our anniversary since it will be Five years. But with the pandemic going on I don’t think that will happen. Fucking Florida.

36. How many plants are in your home?

Well... we have a green house and several little gardens and plants growing in the fish tanks so it’s honestly too many for me to feel like counting. But we have a lot.

37. Have you ever googled a name and found somebody?

Not that I can think of.

38. What is your favorite possession?

All of my models that I’ve built.

39. What makes you feel like you are young again?

Bitch I’m 25. I’m still young.

40. Do you ever type “kik” instead of “lol”?

The fuck does that even mean??

41. Do you know how to play chess?

Kinda. My boyfriend taught me on our anniversary trip last year. It’s actually pretty fun.

42. What are you worrying about right now?

Getting approved for this apartment/moving in general. It’s always a stressful time and again we’ll be trying to move and go to school and work which is shitty. But I know we’ll end up where we’re suppose to end up.

43. Are you picky?

Yes and no. It depends on what.

44. You have one wish, what would it be?

I really don’t know. To eat whatever I want and never gain weight?

45. Where were you at 11:45 PM today?

I’ll be in bed most likely. At least I hope.

46. Ever talked to someone that was high?

That’s like 98% of the time I talk to my friends. Most of us are stoners.

47. How tall is the person you like? Shorter or taller?

He’s like an inch taller than me.

48. Sent last message to?

My boyfriend.

49. Last person you left comment for?

One of my old regulars from work.

50. Do you have a Facebook?

Yes.

51. What color is your underwear?

Grey.

52. Last person you were in the car with besides your family?

My boyfriend.

53. Do you own a polo?

Yeah. My work shirts are polos.

54. Are you currently frustrated with a boy?

No.

55. Are you excited for winter?

Eh. It’s all same in Florida minus some humidity.

56. If it was free and it would work perfectly, would you get plastic surgery?

The only kind I want is to get my acne scars filled in.

57. Have you ever slapped someone in the face?

No, but I’ve punched someone in the face before.

58. Have you ever been called prince or princess?

Yeah.

59. Do you go to a gym?

No, I work out at home though.

60. Do you like your body?

Yes and no. It depends on the day.

61. What do you hear right now?

Same answer as before.

62. Who was the last person to tell you “I love you”?

My boyfriend before he left for work.

63. If you had to change your eye color, would you? What would it be?

Nah, I love my eye color. It looks like sunflowers.

64. Last thing you wrote your name on?

A cup at work.

65. What do you want for Christmas?

Sims expansion packs.

66. Does it snow where you live?

67. Where did you get the pants you’re wearing right now?

Walmart

68. When is the next time you will see your grandma?

Both my grandparents on both sides have passed away.

69. Do you wear makeup every day?

Only on days I work. My boyfriend usually only tells me I look beautiful when I’m not wearing it anyway. Not in a mean way. He just genuinely thinks I look good without it.

70. What is it tomorrow?

Saturday.

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