#zero with a cap

[treefory]

I like to think that if Zero and Fifteen were to have any kind of positive relationship it would start with them being pen pals! And I feel like the average letter would go like this:

Hello Zero. This week I was chased by a bear and nearly escaped with my life. Thankfully I had my flamethrower. Anyways here’s a picture of the huge bass I caught

Hi Fifteen! Yesterday I fell up the stairs in front of everyone lol. And I found this AWESOME cap that I’m gonna wear all the time :D I also added a new poster to my bunker

[pierppasolini]

Zero Patience (1993) // dir. John Greyson

[alchemistc]

They still have a rifle trained on Evan.

He's a reckless idiot, chasing after a bunch of assholes with guns, ditching the rest of his crew with their fucking ladder because he'd heard a detail Tommy had been desperately hoping Mehta wouldn't release over comms, and now Tommy is going to be responsible for the death of more than just himself and these dickheads who think they're getting away with this.

He'll try to live, but he's calculated the odds - sorry, Mr. Solo, force of habit.

The one who'd knocked out his co-pilot and dragged her out three hours ago huffs a breath like the inconvenience of distraction annoys him.

Evan's hand is still poised on his radio at the edge of the rooftop - setting sun shading him in a brilliant orange glow, curls on display because he'd clearly ditched any equipment that would bog down the climb. A finger twitches. Static fills Tommy's comms.

His new co-pilot never put his headset on. It's just Tommy and Evan and the entire LAPD/LAFD on comms, and four equally reckless, armed men with their weapons at the ready.

Tommy doesn't even know their endgame. They'd been waiting on the hospital roof, and he's landed them three times and never seen them return with anything when the three not shoving a barrel in his gut disappear into a building.

"Go for Kinard," he says, ignoring the dig into his ribs; at the very least he'd warned them early on that he needed to appear ready and available to communicate if they wanted whatever it was they'd hijacked his bird for. It was a blatant lie, but the moment they'd first pointed a weapon at him he'd known it'd be his only chance at a possible goodbye.

He just hadn't realized it'd be this.

Not face to face, with the added terror of knowing he might lose Evan and never even know for sure.

Not like this, he thinks, and then reminds himself that he was the dumbass who fell for Evan Buckley knowing full well the kind of stunts he'd pull for someone he cared about.

But, hey. At least this is confirmation that his petty lash-out had just been a response to feeling hurt. Confirmation that he did care, in some way.

"Tommy, can you hear me?" Evan asks over comms, voice clear as a fucking bell - Mehta's been a tyrant about keeping this line clear. Could just be Mehta and a negotiator listening in. Could be the entirety of the fire and police departments of the city.

We're all gonna die anyway, Tommy thinks.

"Loud and clear, Firefighter Buckley."

His neighbor stares him down, barrel still at his rib cage. If he was a betting man, he'd say they'd never actually been taught not to hold a gun close enough to a hostage that they might be reckless enough to try to take it.

"I have a plan," Evan says, and with the distance between them and the sun at Evan's back he loses some details, but he knows that determined set to his shoulders.

"Negative, Firefighter Buckley."

Two of the men have lowered their weapons. Confused, maybe. Unsure what the hell this random guy thought he was doing clambering up a ladder and onto a rooftop occupied by a search and rescue chopper, a harried pilot looking death in the mouth, and four armed men.

The quiet one doesn't lower his weapon.

"Tommy -" Evan starts, and Tommy tries to split his focus. Four hostiles, upwards of ten quick-shot weapons, too many bullets to count. A strangely shaped chest settled in the roof between Two and Four: is that their end goal? Is this his last flight?

Fuck it.

"Evan," he cuts in, and even from this distance Tommy can see him go stock still. "Evan, whatever happens, I just want you to know -."

His co-pilot rips the headset off his ears.

Through the blind panic, Tommy catches sight of Evan ducking for cover behind an HVAC unit.

Shots - he loses count after seven, takes the butt of a gun to his cheekbone, listens to Three yelling about not knocking out their ticket out.

The odds are shit for Tommy either way, and One is distracted now, arguing with Three, weapon no longer aimed at the bulk of Tommy's organs. His belt is a quick release. His door is still open.

Dumb of them to let him do that every time they landed.

This building isn't half as tall as the surrounding ones. It's possible they've managed to get snipers up on some of the other rooftops. For once in his life he doesn't mind how glaringly bright his flight suit is, when he takes a final stock of his captors positions in their all black ensembles. Maybe. Maybe.

He wants to finish that sentence. Christ, he wants to give Evan a full novel of painful stark truths. Jesus. He's gonna die, either way, one day. Might as well try to make it fucking count for something.

The belt makes a shit ton of noise being unbuckled, but over the rushing vortex of the blades, the hum of the engine, the quickly devolving argument happening between the four men in black, he doesn't think anyone hears it.

Tommy rolls right out of his seat and makes a break for another HVAC unit.

He's out of sight before they realize he's missing, and from this angle, back to the humming fans, he can see Evan two units over.

Tommy finds a rock. Peeks just long enough to confirm the absolute shit show of the four men who've just now realized they're down a pilot. Tosses it just far enough to catch the protruding length of Evan Buckley's leg.

He's always appreciated those legs, but if they get out of this alive and this means what he thinks it means he'll spend some extra time reminding them how grateful he is of them.

Two of the men are beelining it for the door to the roof - the opposite direction from Tommy, but if they get there Evan will be in a direct line of sight.

When Tommy's rock hits, Evan glances up. Catches his eye. Starts crawling the fucking moment Tommy crooks two fingers and hell if that doesn't do something to both his heart and his dick. Jesus. He's so fucked.

If this doesn't mean what he thinks it means, Tommy's gonna wish he'd stayed in his seat long enough to kill the engines over the Pacific.

"This was not the plan," Evan hisses the moment he's perched behind Tommy's air conditioning unit.

"New plan, don't die," Tommy says, and Evan glares at him, full piss-and-vinegar scowl like he doesn't think Tommy's very funny. Howie would have laughed himself into discovery. Tommy risks another glance over the fans.

One, his forcefully appointed co-pilot, is trying to figure out the birds controls. Three is hefting the chest up into the back. Looks like Two and Four are about to be abandoned. If they could fly their own damn chopper what the hell was Tommy for?

"I'm in love with you," Tommy says. "And you scare the shit out of me."

Evan's eyes settle on him, pinks and purples reflecting off the lens, yellows and oranges burnishing his curls.

"This is how you choose to tell me?"

Tommy's grin is wry. "No time like the present, sweetheart. That, and the adrenaline is kicking my ass right now."

"If we make it out of here, I'm gonna kick your ass."

Evan's hand is right there, balanced on his knee, and Tommy - the plan he's been formulating out of thin air coalesces. It might actually fucking work, too.

Tommy reaches for it. Squeezes. "That a promise?"

Evan rolls his wrist, and palm to palm he squeezes back.

If he ever has the chance to look back on this, he's going to have some pointers on the script. He's always eaten up rom-com stakes in the middle of an action movie, but the dialogue could use some work.

He needs to keep Evan occupied at least until that bird is in the air.

"You think anyone had bets I'd say it over comms? LAFD has a whole bookie system devoted to your house, you know."

"Tommy."

"In about seventy seconds they're gonna realize I disabled a bunch of systems they can't enable back in the air, and we're gonna make a run for the ladder."

"Tommy," he says again, eyes bright, hand squeezing harder.

"Stay low, do not engage, if the guys who went down the stairwell come back you let me handle it."

"Tommy, shut up," Evan says, and ducks in to kiss him.

[blueblurseptember]

FELLAS, I AM ACTUALLY LOSING IT. LYCAHUGO OFFICIAL. CANON AS FUCK. DIVORCED PARENTS GETTING BACK TOGETHER ARC. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

[0lliethere]

hampy balentines day guys

[whomst-yall]

ily zro, you pathetic little creature

[taiyomatsumoto]

[gabbyp09]

[anonymousmink]

There’s a reason they call him Bucky with the Good Hair ™

Reblogs are loved but please don’t repost!

[kzyitart]

Various shitposts

[manga-meow]

[pierppasolini]

Zero Patience (1993) // dir. John Greyson

[thornescratch]

AND MY HEART WILL GO ON AND ONNNNNNN...!

[gh0st-ratt]

Here's the thing, Charles seems like the type of person to talk to himself or inanimate objects when alone. Like typical, jokesy, "Oops didn't see you there" while righting a lamp he's toppled. Or psychicing himself up "C'mon Charles, let's get moving".

But in canon we see him doing things by himself. Very rarely, but the entirety of going into Hell Charles is by himself, no one to talk to, he can't even see the other people trapped. And he doesn't say anything.

Even if he's stressed out as all hell (ha), wouldn't you want to talk to yourself in that situation? Like a little "Let's not do that" after ringing the bell to take the edge off.

Maybe it's cause it's such a serious situation. Maybe because the writers just wanted to get through the scene without dialogue. But it's so interesting to me that a little trait you'd expect from Charles isn't there.

[phantasmatoucan]

Smitten rambles [again]

Thinking of the lead up to HEA again, you tell the princess you want to stay in the cabin to compromise a middle ground, the princess uncomfortably tells you that thats fine because it is what you want and smitten starts freaking out because it cant be that the princess is unhappy about staying with them, can it?, the thing im most interested by is the fact that he inmediatly starts finding a culprit about this, it has to be someone else it has to be the cabin itself and he tries to find solutions of how to remedy that, but when this happen what i genuinely thought would happen was smitten was going to blame himself about it but instead he tries to find any other reason than himself to blame, because his fantasy of the knight in shining armor rescuing the princess cant be the problem, right?, this is such insane rambles by now but I would like to think that smitten thought that he can't be the problem after all he only wants to make her happy but if the problems is him then what can he do, if the princess wants something from him that he can't give then what is he supossed to do, no he has to show her what he is, maybe if he showed her his feelings, how much he loves her, how he truly feels about her, maybe she will realize that he can be enough for her the way he is now and that she can be happy with him

Now im rambling into probably headcanon territory but I truly don't think smitten (and honestly the other voices as well but this a smitten ramble) doesn't know how to change himself or atleast doesn't even want to think about it, since theyre shards of TLQ theyre also stagnant like him, a facet of his self but as we can see with other voices (for example broken on apo with paranoid and hero) they can manage to change their view or atleast broaden their perspective about things, but smitten seems fixated on the fact that he can't be the problem if the princess is unhappy because he doesn't know what do in that scenario, he has to show her his feelings, the contents of his heart so that she will realize that she was wrong, that there is nothing wrong with him and she can make her happy still, this also comes with how little smitten thinks of himself, he has no self preservation when it comes to the princess and would do anything for her even if its for his own detriment but if it makes her happy then hes happy.

[katshinigami]

You can't save them all, especially those who don't want to be saved