therearenofriendshipsinuno:

I think about the Immortal Fakes way too much. Like, just the idea of one of their enemies getting the best of Ryan and shoving a metal pipe through his chest and then thinking YES FINALLY I’VE KILL THE VAGABOND but he scares the shit out of the dude by standing up, looking down at the pipe, and saying, “Aww, my favorite shirt.”

Or Michael riddled with bullets from the LSPD and he’s still coming at them, minigun in hand, and they’re wondering what the fuck is this dude’s on, like did he take a shit load of PCP before entering this gunfight, but nope he’s only had three Redbulls and some beef jerky he found in Geoff’s  glove compartment.

Or Jack accidentally crashing her helicopter into the side of a cliff and the buyers she’s supposed to be meeting going ‘well shit what do we do now?” Only to jump back when she climbs over the lip of the cliff and with a sheepish grin says, “Soooo, we have a bit of a problem, but I can fix this.”

Like I think about this stuff way too often. I need to write something around this AU at some point.