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The Mandalorian: Determinism

Timeless: Weapon of Choice

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Weapon of Choice

As much as she loved Wyatt, Lucy could barely stand living in such close quarters with Jessica. It was probably because she loved Wyatt so much that she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Time and time again, Garcia had joined her in front of the shared TV late at night, offering her a glass of water to sober her up while everyone else was asleep. He doesn’t talk much.

The night after Lucy and the team had travelled to 1936 and somehow managed to secure the future of rock and roll and the Civil Rights movement, she couldn’t sleep.

Sighing, Lucy grabbed her bottle of vodka that, as Garcia had truthfully said, she stashed under her bed and quietly padded to Garcia’s room. Lucy knocked gently. After a moment, Garcia opened the door. He didn’t look surprised to see her; his dark eyes were gentle as he stepped aside to let her in.

“It’s your turn to choose a movie,” Lucy said, sitting on his neatly made bed without being asked.

Garcia raised his eyebrows. “I wasn’t aware I had a choice.”

Lucy glanced at him. “I’m tired of making choices.” She looked back at the floor.

Garcia decided to not comment on the fact that Lucy had also broken with tradition by coming to his room instead of watching in the communal room. Instead, he opened his laptop and, after a moment, pulled up an older movie.

Without saying anything, Garcia settled next to Lucy and they both watched the first few minutes of the movie play out, occasionally passing the bottle back and forth.

“Wait a second,” Lucy said, squinting at the screen. “Is that—“

“Castle Varlar. And that, my dear Lucy, is you,” Garcia says, pointing at a busty brunette hanging on to Sean Connery for dear life.

Lucy lets out a strangled laugh and squeezes her eyes shut. “Wow, thanks Ian Fleming.”

“I have spotted a few discrepancies between you and your film alter-ego,” Garcia deadpans.

“Garcia,” Lucy warns, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol in her veins.

“Your hair is longer. And this woman’s eyes are too small.” This makes Lucy laugh again.

The two of them settle into comfortable silence again. Lucy sets the bottle on the floor and leans her head onto Garcia’s shoulder.

About an hour into the movie, James Bond inevitably ends up in a bed with the Lucy look-a-like. Lucy groans as Garcia tsks. “You didn’t tell me about that part of your mission.”

“Because it didn’t happen,” Lucy insists, giggling. “Not that he didn’t try to make it happen.”

Flynn gasps in mock horror. “You mean Ian Fleming hit on you?”

Lucy rolls her eyes. “Don’t look so surprised, Flynn.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He knows as well as Lucy what it means. Sometimes living in a Cold War-era bunker twenty-four/seven means you pick up on things you normally wouldn’t have noticed.

Lucy rests her head on Garcia’s shoulder. “I won’t say it until you do.”

“There’s the Lucy I know. Very stubborn.” Flynn smiles as Lucy lightly pushes him. They finish the film in silence.

Garcia shuts the laptop, suddenly plunging the room into darkness. “I love you too, Lucy.” His accent is thick.

Lucy smiles and gently reaches up, touching his face.

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“if god existed, would this be proof he isn’t good at all?” is such a deep, emotion-wrenching line to come from the suicide squad

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my favorite thing about timeless is flynn just being an absolute NARC no matter what timeline they’re in. “yes hello officers there is a group of dangerous people you should be aware of”

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Do you want to be alone?

Fleabag ep. 102

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i want to make one of those “every time i related to fleabag” comps but it would just be the entire two seasons