"So, let me get this straight: an evil government supercomputer derived partly from scraps of technology gathered from failed supervillain plots and partly from salvaged alien technology far beyond our puny human comprehension has gone crazy, created itself a body, developed a random and inexplicable fixation with the samurai bushido code, and vowed to destroy this honorless world and all its insignificant inhabitants. Does that sound about right?" // "Not only does it sound right, Dubbie, but it sounds like some of the best synopsizing I've ever heard," says the Middleman. "Frankly, I'm impressed." Five times Wendy and the Middleman saved the world. Sounds just like the show. Adorable.
A few years after "Freak Nation," Max gets an invitation to Logan and Asha's wedding. She ends up taking Alec as her date, and has an epiphany. Quiet and lovely. *dreamy sigh*
"What's it like when you 'long'?" Somehow, she pictures elevator music and cartoon hearts flying through the air, but she's not about to tell him that. Incredibly sweet and yet not sappy Wendy/Middleman fic.
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She didn't want to fight with him, not tonight. Not even with the energy - electricity - singing through her. There were other things she wanted to do instead; vague, unformed thoughts she didn't examine too closely. But not fight, not tonight. Flight, maybe. Or fuck. Thunderstorms and racing through the street - Max and Alec and hot, hot transgenic sex, with all their baggage attached.
Ida frowns. "Don't think I was activated yesterday, missy. I see what's happening here. You just keep in mind that you and the Middleman are professional partners – he's Batman and you're Robin, and that's the end of THAT story." "You've clearly never read a Batman comic," Wendy mutters. Utterly adorable Wendy/Middleman fic.
I have seen much, much confusion floating around in the past two days or so! I've commented in a few places here and there to clarify, but I don't want to be too intrusive, so I figured I would make a post and people can point their friends here when they have questions. (Our FAQ team, which is…
They hung out at Hardison’s mostly. Eliot was paranoid and messy, and Parker wasn’t set up for guests, but Hardison had his great big shiny loft and way more space than anybody could possibly need. // They watched spy movies a lot, heist and action movies, mostly for the entertainment value. The night they watched the fourth Die Hard movie, Parker laughed so hard she slid off the couch and giggled helplessly into her knees, Eliot had to excuse himself to the bathroom every twenty minutes, and Hardison got extremely drunk and swore a lot. Lovely look at the team through Parker's eyes.
Coming off nearly a year crisscrossing the southeast and Texas will leave a guy with a certain twang to his voice that makes the Stanford legacy boys look straight through him. Sam signed up for elocution classes. Sam, making himself over for Stanford, and then again during season 1. Lovely.
"But I’m not the type to marry a man can’t find his way back to me. So you’d best stop sulking and decide if that’s like to be a problem." / "I would’ve, you know. I always will," Wash says, finally. / "Would’ve what?" / “Found my way back. " Wah! Wash! *sniffle* This is a lovely look at Wash and Zoe just post-War Stories.
For Dean's money, you don't need wings or jet engines or any of that crap to fly. All you need is some empty interstate, a successful hunt in your rear-view mirror, some Zeppelin, a brother asleep on the seat next to you, and a '67 Chevy Impala with the windows rolled down. Beautiful, achy series of vignettes about Sam and Dean and flying.
"I wish they still made Jell-o pops," she says, holding two red popsicles over her shoulder. // When he turns around, Hardison's giving Eliot an unwrapped popsicle. "What ever happened to Jell-o pops?" Eliot says. // Hardison sighs, slurping on his popsicle. "Jell-o pops were the bomb." Parker decides to ask Maggie (Nate's Maggie, though Parker disputes that) out. Hilarity ensues. Mostly Parker/Hardison/Eliot banter, which is awesome.
Ponyboy knew that everyone thought it was Soda, that it had been the last straw and that he was just broken now, in some fundamental way that couldn’t be fixed. Well, he knew that’s what Darry thought, at least, and Darry was the only person whose opinion mattered in the least to Ponyboy anymore. But it wasn’t Soda. Well, at least not directly. Ponyboy takes up the hunting life. Melancholy and beautiful.