#Tech Commitment

[ravioliet]

saw this version of the meme and thought of them immediately

[voidofthevoidmv]

AU In which Ford’s Science Fair Project goes HORRIBLY WRONG-

(And it’s not Stan’s fault this time-)

Handwriting translation:

Stan: “Look Sixer, I’m SURE that whatever doohickey you make- Is gonna knock the SOCKS offa’ those West Coasters”…

*Ford looks sheepish, if not grateful for his twin’s support*

Time skip: Later

*Both Stan and Ford look on at the scene blankly, as 3 soot silhouettes paint the gym floor- Marks of an explosion causing the waxed wooden court to be burnt.*

*Stan and Ford gaze at each other with equal looks of shock and horror*

*A small pile of ash seems to stand for a moment before blowing away. Nobody speaks- Until Stanley breaks the silence. His voice is shaky and hushed- Panic ebbing into his words as we pan to the ashy scene.*

Stan: “The socks are still on, Ford. The SOCKS are STILL on…”

*True to his word, alongside the 3 victims shoes- 3 pairs of white gym socks lay dormant inside of the footwear- And practically unscathed.*

[ghcstao3]

ghost, who is actually completely technologically literate, going out of his way to embarrass a teenaged joseph by wearing his reading glasses perched on the edge of his nose as he looks at his phone screen, loudly asking how to do things as simple as taking a picture

[eriexplosion]

The funny thing about Tech's "death" is that it's so flimsy you can actually bring him back in fic while staying completely canon compliant. We cut off directly after the Hemlock situation - you can bring him back in any way you want here.

What about the time skip? Well what the hell did it actually show us?

Omega didn't tell Hunter to keep an eye on Tech along with the other two. (She didn't mention Echo either.) You can excuse this a dozen ways. Tech keeps an eye on himself. He's with Phee much of the time and so not under Hunters Direct Responsibility. He didn't need to have an eye kept on him because he agreed with her decision to join the rebellion and the other two didn't. He's already actually WITH the rebellion.

You can come up with just as many reasons for her to still have his goggles - they're a good luck charm since it turned out he survived, they're a remembrance of how much was sacrificed because even without him being dead he was gone for a long while, they're just sentimental now because of the love they represent, Omega didn't feel right getting rid of them.

This isn't a "Oh canon is totally implying-" I know what canon is saying. But Star Wars itself has retconned much bigger things than this. You can absolutely consider your fic canon compliant and have a surviving Tech returning to his family. It at most contradicts authorial intent, not what's actually onscreen.

[sergle]

yall are about to piss me off by not having any PASSING basic knowledge of the way the u.s. military manipulates its recruits into joining by typing up one of your uninformed, unresearched, unempathetic, individualistic, unbelievably annoying posts about how 100% of the people in the military ended up there because they just Love America So Damn Much! they're extremely mature and informed at time of recruitment, they can totally leave anytime they want, they totally had tons of other avenues in life they could've taken, there was no rush at all to get income as fast as possible, and everyone in the military also totally is part of the combat divisions and personally enjoys being IN the military very much, big believers of violence. everyone in the military is shooting guns all day, that's how that works. they LOVE BLOODSHED. also I love the "amewicans haha" twang to this type of shit because you're actually TOTALLY stealing our Thing, which is turning systemic issues into Individual Issues. Instead of talking about the powers that be, it's so Personal Choice up in here. It's, "well you shouldn't have done it then. I totally wouldn't because I know better." you don't wanna talk about the military industrial complex as a whole, and you don't want to talk about recruiters, you just want to pin the blame on Specific Individual People one-by-one, as if they're responsible for the system that they're being ground up in. someone was in the military? bad person, no matter what. it's easier to believe that, I guess, than to acknowledge that Normal People (with high school educations) are manipulated and incentivized into joining a system that is Bad. at like age 18. but yeah no that 18 year old should have just been smarter lol haha anyway here are some screenshots for no particular reason

side note this reply of someone going "umm just get loans and go into a high paying field it's easy XD" as a direct response to someone trying to explain how most americans joining the military are being funneled in that direction out of a need for money.

and another person who Decided that americans join the military just CLENCHING their teeth thinking of other people, and not thinking completely selfishly about their own selves and their own income/housing/healthcare.

[thisischeri]

Mac OS X v10.0, 2001

instagram: cheri.png

[ethan-acfan]

I was listening to Assassins Creed Lorecast podcast and one of the hosts said this about Rebecca and Shaun when she find out they are married. “Sir, that is a bisexual and a lesbian”.

That is so real oh my god

But while we are here, I do actually wanna talk about why I think Shaun and Rebecca got married

Oh, so I would assume that within the assassins brotherhood, marriage is a HUGE deal. Due to how often they put their lives at risk, nobody really wants to date or get married because often times thosr end with one of them dying, so if you do, you must REALLY love each other to risk that. But Shaun and Rebecca aren't exactly the type to love each other in that sense, so why would they get married.

The short answer, they trama bonded and became so codependent on each other that it was basically their only option. I would imagine that after losing both Lucy and Desmond, along with the shit show that happened in the temple, they ended up with an extreme codependency and would freak out if they couldn't find the other while worrying about if they had died.

So, while they don't love each other romantically, a combination of trauma and ptsd is the reason they even got married in the first place

[milliebellae]

"--nope. Can't remember what I wanted to say"

[spotaus]

That Modern(ish) Tauverse AU where we have Nightmare and his four adoptive sons now has this lil collection of Bad Reference Doodles lol!

[echos-girlfriend]

Tech had an accident today a year ago

[communist-ojou-sama]

beep beep boom! <- it's the sound of the Zionist Entity's future as a tech exporter going up in flames :)

[chappellland]

i'm so sick of men committing crimes and then just whispering some moody line like it redeems them

[dangraccoon]

Catching Up

Day 9 ~ bruises ~

Wrecker

Word Count: 739 Content: sedative, bruises, bacta, talking to the dead, Tech's goggles, mentions of and references to Plan 99 and Tech's death, grief, Wrecker being the glue that holds Hunter together between season 2 and 3

In his entire life, Wrecker had never felt so alone, yet it was rare that he found time to himself. He’d sat so still on his bunk for so long after Hunter had fallen asleep just making sure he’d be okay and stay asleep. 

His oldest brother hadn’t slept for nearly a week, and after two days of reasoning, arguing, nagging, and–eventually–begging, Hunter had agreed to take a sedative. 

He slowly eased himself from the bunk, cringing as it creaked beneath him, but Hunter didn’t stir. Wrecker sighed his relief as he stepped as quietly as he could out of the bunkroom.

He walked up to check on the NaviComputer. Finding it was alright and nothing needed to be adjusted, he wandered somewhat aimlessly around the ship. 

He pulled out their med kit. It was still disorganized from the last time they’d needed it. He still wasn’t used to it; Omega always straightened it out any time they used it. He organized it, placing each item in its place again. The last item was a tub of bacta gel. 

Setting the kit aside, Wrecker took the gel to the refresher. He took a deep breath, staring at himself in the mirror as he pulled his shirt off. Bruises practically covered him, various purples, greens, and yellows blotting out most of his rough, scarred skin.

He winced as he poked at a particularly dark one, then opened the tub, and started to apply it to the worst of them. He remembered each one. 

The particularly angry bounty hunter that threw Hunter, and how he’d caught him just before they both stumbled over a ledge. The cave ceiling he’d held up until Hunter could slip out. The old base full of B1s that hadn’t gotten the memo about the end of the war. 

By the time he’d smoothed a thin layer over them, he could feel the medicine working, and could feel the side effects washing over him. Wrecker was tired. Usually, when he fell asleep, Hunter would monitor the comms channels endlessly. Wrecker watched him for a while after he’d woken up once. It was trancelike, the way his older brother would sit at the console, eyes flashing from channel to channel, and occasionally sparing a split-second glance at the yellow lenses.

Wrecker made his way to them now. Lowering himself into the chair, he took the goggles in hand. 

“Been a while since… since I got to update ya,” he said quietly to them. “It’s been three months– nah, four I think. Still haven’t found her. It- it feels like we’re so close, but this Hemlock guy… he covers his tracks.”

He stared at the goggles in his hands, wishing that… well, wishing that he wasn’t holding them. That he’d still be forbidden from touching them because “no, you’ll break them, Wrecker” and “I don’t want to clean ration crumbs off of them”. He wished that at least the holorecorder on them would be activated remotely. 

Wrecker sighed. “Echo’s been lookin’, but he’s busy fightin’ the Empire with Rex, too. Gettin’ clones out and keepin’ ‘em safe. Pretty sure he’s got somethin’ goin’ on with the senator, too. I’m proud’a him. Still miss ‘im though.” He glanced down the hallway, trying to listen as best he could. A soft snore reached his ears and he continued. “Hunter’s been– Maker, he’s been a mess. Not eatin’, barely ever sleeps. Finally got ‘im to take some meds. Doesn’ even talk much ‘less it’s to make deals.”

Wrecker’s shoulder twinged and he rolled it. “You use’ta tell us our age would catch up with us,” he chuckled. “I think I’m startin’ to get it. Stuff feels heavier. It’s gettin’ harder to keep Hunter outta trouble, too. Always pickin’ fights, runnin’ in without lookin’, tryin’ just find any trace’a her.”

He sat quietly, as if he was listening to one of Tech’s rambles about their accelerated aging or taking risks. 

“Miss you. Wish you were–” he sniffed. “Wish I coulda pulled you up. ‘M sorry.”

He groaned slightly as he rose from the seat, setting the goggles back on their ledge, adjusting them until they were just so.

He made his way back to the cockpit, slouching into the copilot’s chair. He watched hyperspace streak past in the viewport, unable to stop himself from remembering the first time they’d jumped just after graduation, and unable to stop the tears streaking down his face.

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[wyllzel]

i need to make more da gifs but i forget what i have clipped 😭😣