"Don't Put All The Blame On Me"RK900/Gavin Reed

"Don't put all the blame on me" RK900/Gavin Reed

The first panic attack is a hell like no other, and RK900 is sure that he's dying. Assigned to keep Detective Reed safe after the Android Revolution, RK900 finds himself stuck investigating a talkative deviant, who seems to have no issue putting his dread and existentialism in RK900's hands. Being deeply busy trying to bust down Red Ice operations, now targeting androids with new formulas, may just about be the worst time for him to get sudden stomach aches and shaking components. Even worse is the fact that he has to balance these malfunctions and his mission, all while spending his day to day with Gavin Reed, who is probably the least empathetic cop he could've been assigned to.

----- Basically, Nines doesn't know he's having emotions, and Reed hates the idea of getting comfortable with an android, and there's so many drugs that need to be destroyed like for either to focus on that. Come and witness my first ever official fanfic on AO3!

“weird and unhealthy relationship that cant be categorized neatly as sexual or romantic or platonic but has a defining air of devotion and obsession to it” wins sound of the summer for the 13th year in a row

“It’s hard; when a satire film is still full of symbolism and the efforts of so many people, choosing the right way to present it gets hard. Some times we’d only talk about the title sequence. [laughs]”

-Martin Scorsese, about the title credits for his 1973 film “Goncharov”

is goncharov (1973) really that much less real than whatever show the destiel bloggers have been watching with their extrasensory perception for 15 years

Started playing love and deep space recently and I’ve become rather infatuated with Rafayel.

I love that dramatic little bitch /pos

Anyway, headcanon:

I fully believe that (when you’re involved romantically) he’ll give you the weirdest, sea related pet names/nicknames.

Like you’ll just be doing something for the Hunter’s Association or UNICORNS and he’ll come and hug you saying some shit like:

“Oh hello, my collared carpetshark.”

Or

“You seem busy, do you need help with anything, my pancake batfish?”

You wonder for a moment if you’ve done something to irritate him, if that’s a very roundabout way of insulting you, but he always says it so sweetly and genuinely. Mans is just saying shit at this point and it ends up becoming your pet name.

Dame Maggie Smith

1934-2024