Realized Who I’ve Been Imagining Warren And Gordon As

Showdown of the century: pissbaby middle manager VS glitchy digital assistant

There are at least 31 leverage/the old guard crossovers on AO3 and yet I’m pretty sure none of them have gone the objectively funniest route wherein the third act of TOG goes entirely off the rails because Parker Hardison and Eliot were halfway through scamming Merrick and happen to have already been in the building when Andy gets dragged in

I had a dream that sal vulcano made a MILF joke, I told him my mum had died a month ago. He then took me out to lunch and kept trying to give me shrimp

I'm fucking screaming rn

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mind control drugs? vampires? cutting off your own dick? cannibalistic senators? dead babies? job interviews ending in murder? heads on platters? how did we get here

Gordon and Warren the moment they escape the bunker

[ID: Edited audio clips from Red Valley. A computer chime plays between each clip:

CLIVE:  You're sure you're on it? You're not just playing yourself at pool and listening to power ballads on the jukebox you repaired?

GORDON:  Oh, uh, I mean--

CLIVE:  You know a Blue Sky unit is a microphone as well as a virtual assistant right?

GORDON:  I, uh.

(BLUE SKY STARTUP SOUND)

FRANCESCA:  Okay. Okay. Well… well smart people, let's brainstorm.… How are we going to manage this? How are we going to manage this?

REBECCA:  I know what to do.

FRANCESCA:  Rebec -

(SONIC THE HEDGEHOG RING LOSS SOUND EFFECT)

REBECCA:  She was losing the plot anyway. Poor Fran.

(BLUE SKY STARTUP SOUND)

BLUE SKY:  Is there anything I can help you with, Gordon?

GORDON:  You and me are done professionally. /end ID]

Being a tma fan in Britain is wild a statement will start and you'll be like "oh shit that's in my city I've been to that place before!" and then it'll go on to describe something that fills you with a terror you feel all the way to your bones and suddenly you don't wanna go there anymore actually

Whenever I see fan art of red valley, all I can think of is that the artist has never felt the wrath of the infection control nurse