5 for blue team or the gammas?

equivalencept:

You get half and half!! ~800 words. Prompts from here

Ash rolled over onto his other side, for the sixth time in ten minutes. He’d been trying to fall asleep for the past two hours, but he couldn’t seem to get comfortable.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The bunk and temperature on the ship were the same as always, UNSC-standard, but it was his teammates that he was missing. He was used to Mark’s snoring and the sound of Olivia’s deep breathing, but they were both in the medbay now. Livi for a (thankfully minor) head injury, and Mark because he had to get a kidney replaced.

Ash couldn’t think of the last he’d been alone. Well, he was alone whenever he had to spend the night in the medbay, but memories of time spent there were never happy memories. And anyway, he was almost always in a drug-induced sleep while he was there. He didn’t have any sort of sleep aid now.

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(I know this is your oc rp blog but I would love some Kurt headcanons)

puer-glaciem:

Send a character’s name to receive four different headcanons

Headcanon A:  realistic

Mendez got Kurt hooked on coffee early on in the III Program. Especially after the poor man clearly hadn’t slept in a few days. Every year he would get his LC one bag of pure coffee beans.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

To ‘calibrate’ each class’ armor, Kurt would make the IIIs dance in their SPI/MJOLNIR. The music would be random, ranging from modern hits to classics such as the Macarena and the chicken dance.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Kurt saw the IIIs like his own kids. Not only was it his responsibility to train them and equip them for the nightmare ahead, he also had to make sure they were as balanced and centered as a Spartan could be. Every loss that their numbers suffered made him want to train the next class even harder in hopes that maybe they could survive longer. Anything was fair game to keep those kids alive.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

KURT LIVES AND SAVES BLUE TEAM FROM CORTANA BEFORE ASKING FOR A CUP OF COFFEE BECAUSE HE’S GOT THE BIGGEST HANKERING THIS SIDE OF THE GALAXY. GETS OFFENDED WHEN OFFERED THE UNSC STANDARD BREW.

veta-lopis:

I kinda want to see Spartans taking the “demon” nickname to heart and carving the names of different iterations of evil spirits and demons into their armour, because if everyone around them is going to gatekeep their status as “most definitely a human being”, then they’re going to embrace being outcasts in the most badass way possible

spockoandjimjim:

aledethanlast:

If you ever think history impressive or grand, here’s a story for you:

Right after ww2, Jews were freed, but basically had no citizenship to speak of, and the allied forces weren’t that!helpful. So a group called the TTG was formed to help emigrate (read: smuggle) Jews from Central Europe, to Mediterranean ports, where they would take boats to Israel.

The TTG did this by piling the Jewish refugees into trucks bearing British insignia, their operatives dressing up as British soldiers, and just openly driving to port cities.

If they were ever stopped by actual military forces, they would say they were a part of a covert supply missing, under special orders from Major Tuches. They would stress that the contents of the trucks was super secret and to not be disturbed under any circumstances. They saved over 300,000 Jews like this.

If that sounds reasonable to you, here’s the thing: TTG stands for Tilhas Teezee Gesheften, and the operatives named one Major Tuches as their commanding officer whenever they needed to.

Or, to translate that into English, the event that saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of Jewish refugees was called Operation Kiss My Ass led by Major Asshole.

THIS IS LEGIT 

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equivalencept:

Fred waking up in the infirmary in Last Light is one of the funniest scenes in the Halo novels, in my opinion.

Told from Fred’s perspective, it’s a funny scene. Like: the fact that there was a picture of a president with a “knowing smile” in a room that is probably the honeymoon suite. (also, a picture of a president in a hotel room? wtf Gao. I don’t think “presidential suite” is that literal.) And the last thing Fred remembers is Veta using him as a sled, and only thinking that it was like she was kissing him. Fred keeps forgetting that he’s supposed to put pants on. Fred tuning out the nurse while he lists Fred’s injuries. These two lines:

“…you’re still in no shape to fight.”

“I’m not?” Fred furrowed his brow and looked down at the floor. “Because it sure looks like I’m standing.”

But the sequence of events in this scene from an outsider’s perspective is just as hilarious.

Like: A spartan who’s had the tar beaten out of him immediately wakes up upon hearing a battle-stations alarm. He takes a few moments to commiserate that he’s in the infirmary again. He remembers the alarm’s going off, but immediately forgets about it in favor of examining his injuries, and slowly realizing he’s on pain meds. He turns off the machines that are making annoying sounds, and goes over to examine a picture on the wall, still forgetting about the alarms going off. He only remembers about the alarms and that he’s supposed to be getting dressed just in time to get yelled at by a nurse.

Also, this is the first scene we see Fred after the crash, so there’s the implication that he said the “next time I ride on top line” while he was high off pain meds.

Fred’s a trainwreck in this scene and I love it.

The fact that he’s in the honeymoon suite is even funnier because he’s confused as to why the bed is so large, and thinks to himself “wow a whole fireteam could sleep in here how weird”

AND we can’t forget that if the nurse hadn’t stopped him, Fred would have actually run out of the room without pants on because he decided they weren’t important

“Battle stations. But, pants first.” = life motto 

It’s such a great commentary on how well-trained Spartans are. Like Fred’s able to have enough situational awareness to know I MUST FIGHT, but the brain power required to figure that out while high on morphine makes any other detail a tertiary affair, including what he may or may not be wearing.