Heavy regretted skipping the showers earlier. It was that or miss out on Soldier’s fantastic spare ribs, and he’d intended to clean up as soon as dinner was over, but Sascha needed to be cleaned and he got distracted with some new blueprints. Before he knew it, eleven o’ clock had rolled around and he was still dusty and grimy.
A quick shower before bed would help him sleep, and he walked to the locker room in nothing but a bathrobe and slippers. It was all quiet here apart from the distant hum of the base machinery. The rest of the team would be either already asleep or getting ready for bed, and their rooms were far enough away that the sound of the water wouldn’t disturb them.
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IN WHICH MANY QUESTIONS ARE CONSIDERED
Sunday afternoon found Heavy back in the infirmary, this time unpacking a crate of glassware and chemicals that Medic had ordered for use in his tests. Considering the excitement of the day before, this menial activity was almost soothingly banal. It was mostly beakers, flasks, a few sets of test tubes and a number of different sized condensers, as well as the tubing and other accessories to fit them all together. He decided to leave one type of everything out and ready, and store the rest for now.
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teratomarty:
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akazedoktor:
Someone needs to submit this to TV Tropes. I have no idea how it’s done though.
Definition:
- The creator must hint for and against a particular pairing
- The fandom must be split down the middle between those who call it canon and those who don’t
- The creator, for whatever reason, doesn’t let…
Again, my brain thinks Schroedinger’s Strip Tease would be a cool thing.
This should be a thing.
- I fully endorse Schroedinger’s Ship Tease as a trope.
- What would Schroedinger’s Striptease entail? You’re not sure if the stripper is a cat? Not sure if she’s dead? That wouldn’t be any fun. I saw a striptease once where I wasn’t sure if the performer was male or female, right down to the G-string. Took hir home, still wasn’t sure. We had a good time anyway.
Schroedinger’s Striptease is where you’re not sure whether the person stripping is a professional or if they’re just doing it for the hell of it.
No no, that would be Schroedinger’s Stripper, where someone can be both a stripper and not a stripper at the same time.
Schroedinger’s Striptease is when someone is both stripping and not stripping at the same time, i.e. someone is removing their clothes and you don’t know whether they’re intentionally being provocative or just unsure about how zips work.
{added by edit} and I reblogged on the wrong blog. Fuck it anyway. It had to happen eventually.
Alright guys, you deserve to know. I’ve been pretty cagey about who I am in Real Life (tm) up to this point, but there’s only so long a man can live a lie.
The truth is…
I’m actually Larry Page.
Yeah, the one that owns Google. It’s a great place to work, by the way. Sergey bet me a buck that I couldn’t write gay porn, and of course I had to show him up. Who’s laughing now, you Russian nutball?!
Now that you know my dark secret, I’ll have to stop posting, of course. Sorry. You know how Amurrica feels about teh gay. If it were to become widely known that I have a penchant for writing bad fanfiction about the steamy romances between a bunch of testosterone-fueled guys, I’d have to dig around in between the cushions on my couch for spare change to pay off the newspapers, and who’s got the time for that?
Welp, it’s been fun. I have to get going now - I bet Sergey he couldn’t build a moon base out of whatever he had lying around in his backyard, and he just called to say that he’s bought a Space Shuttle and booked us in for a launch next week. Needless to say, I may have lost my dollar already.
Byeeeee!
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