I remember for the finale of season 9 that people couldn’t watch it for about an hour after it aired. 

And I just have a feeling that they are going to get a lot more views than usual (which is a good thing). So, yeah, fingers crossed!

TOMORROW WILL BE A PARTY.

mumblybee:

Possibly-sappy-fic written about the unlikely scenario in which York regains consciousness to have a few moments with Delta before he dies. …It is not a particularly happy fic.

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York woke up to the thrum of the healing unit at work, ceaselessly trying and failing to stitch back together a pair of fatal wounds. His body felt light and out of his control, that aimless-floating sort of feeling that happened when you were on really strong pain meds. And these meds pumping into his bloodstream now – these were really strong, but even so he could still feel the hurt behind them. Just dulled enough that he could be conscious without, say, feeling the need to scream.

He tried moving, going for a roll onto his side so he could see a little more than gray cement. Instead he was able to tilt his neck just enough to blink up at the gray sky – same color as it’d been a little while ago, okay, so he hadn’t been out that long.

            “I do not recommend any further movement.”

            And York stopped. “D?” he managed, his voice rasping up from his throat. “What…”

            Delta flickered in front of his good eye. “York. You have sustained two bullet wounds to the upper left side.”

            He remembered that. He remembered falling, and Tex –

            “So what happened, D?” he said, struggling to get enough breath in his lungs for a good few sentences. “We win?”

            “Agent Texas defeated Agent Wyoming in combat,” Delta responded.

            “Not exactly a first for her,” York mumbled, and then coughed.

            “I do not recommend further speech or movement,” said Delta, louder than before.

            And despite the thudding pain in every nerve, despite the fact that he wasn’t sure his lungs were gonna hold out much longer, York cracked a smile. “You know me, D. I like to talk.”

            Delta was quiet for what seemed like a very long time, until finally he said, “Talking is likely to increase your suffering.”

            “Oh, that’s okay,” said York. “That’s all right. Just…out of curiosity, though, how much longer—?”

            “I cannot estimate that beyond a broad guess.” So York waited, but Delta remained silent.

            “Which you don’t wanna tell me. Okay.”

York just breathed for a little while, and when his vision started to fade in and out he closed his eyes to make it stop. “Hey, D.”

            “Yes?”

            “If anybody asks…you tell them I went out fighting like…a hundred guys at once, okay? Make up something really cool. …Hell, tell ’em I saved Tex’s ass.”

            “No one would believe me,” replied Delta, and York laughed, soft and almost choking on his own air.

            “Tell them it was something cool,” he insisted when he was able to speak again. “Can I count on you for that?” And just then everything seemed to slant downward, sort of like falling off the edge of something in slow-motion, and he figured it was probably time. So he repeated, his voice far away and slightly desperate, “Can I count on you, D?”

            For a split-second he thought that was all, but then he heard it just before he went over the edge –

            “Yes, York,” said Delta, quieter than he’d ever been. “You can count on me.”

I am not at all exaggerating when I said that this made me tear up. I mean, I always say that I am “sobbing” or “infinite creys” but this honestly made tears fall down my cheeks. It is that good and that heartbreaking. Brava. 

It’s always back to you

But I’m good without you

Yeah, I’m good without you

How many times can I break till I shatter?

Over the line can’t define what I’m after

I always turn the car around.

Give me a break let me make my own pattern

All that it takes is some time but I’m shattered

I always turn the car around.

-Shattered 

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‘Did the simulation complete?’
‘Yes, Director.’
‘How did he perform?’
‘Total failure, all objectives.’
‘Good. …Run it again.’

-Myshu

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fyeahchupathingy:

Church wears the engagement ring he was going to give to Tex on the same chain as his dog tags.

fuckyeahroosterteethproductions:

By Myshu

OH GOD NO. THERE ARE NOW TEARS ON MY FACE. 

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This looks so freaking cool! 

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Hmmmm.

From the new Sneak Peek.

laughinglies asked: Um, I don't know if you have done it yet but can you do Tucker's character profile? :) Also, I love your blog, it's awesome, but it also makes me sad bringing up Tex and Church, it brings back the finale of season 9 TT_TT

I haven’t done Tucker’s profile, but the next one I do will be his! He is one of my favorite characters. It is sometimes really hard to come up with the right adjectives to describe things, and evoke the right feelings, so yeah. :) And thank you so much!! :D And everyone needs Church/Tex feels. With the finale of Season 9 I was like bawling. 

ichidou:

The Mother of Invention.

This is a quality gif.

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FAN FUCKING TASTIC.