to the brink

:sigh: 

Later - weeks, months, years later - when they’re on home soil again, they have exchanges like this all the time. They both hate doing dishes, so even though they have proper glasses and plates and things, they buy disposables when it’s just them and they don’t have to give a fuck about anybody else. On some nights, when Brad’s working late at home, programming something or other, Ray will stumble out of the bedroom to the kitchen. He’ll walk out soon after with a small, sleepy grin and a fresh-brewed coffee with a little bit of cream and sugar (Brad says he hates that pussy add-on shit, but Ray knows the truth). Brad’ll take the styrofoam cup and keep working for a while, and Ray will stand there, just watching, until Brad finally looks up and acknowledges him, expression saying something like, “What the fuck now?” when Ray really knows he means, “Thanks. This means sexual favors all tomorrow night after I sleep through the day.” So Ray will scoff a little bit and make a face, but he’ll just say, “Yeah, you love me, Bradley. Just checkin’.” And then he’ll head back to bed to catch a few more hours of shut-eye because he doesn’t need confirmation, and Brad will grin because, of course, it’s completely, utterly true. 

raincityruckus:

This scene is everything that is perfect about the way that Ray loves Brad. Brad’s not going let himself have the vulnerable, aching feelings about this whole bullshit situation, certainly not here and now so Ray’s feeling all of them for him. But it’s his job to keep Brad being Brad so he smiles instead. Yeah it was an ugly situation and it left all sorts of scars on Brad’s squishy parts but it’s also the only reason that Ray get’s Brad, because that bitch was too stupid to hold on to him. So he just smiles and looks away because he can’t watch Brad put up all of his walls. 

And later Brad’s fingers brush against the side of Ray’s hand when Trombley is busy hoping to shoot something and Reporter is scribbling. Cause Brad gets it. He knows that Ray fucking hates that story, that it pisses Ray off when he pretends like it doesn’t get to him. 

ILU.

OH.

I’m only crying because I love this so much. And Ray’s face at the end. He’ll shut up only for BRAD.

OMG. Stop laughing together and being so adorable and lovely! Except don’t, please. I’m very happy with how GIFs go on forever and ever. :D 

queeniegalore:

spitfirewhiskeytango:

parisroyale:

We got fucking lit up.

Oh, ship. Like I could ever abandon you.

1x02 Cradle of Civilization

Ray’s eyes, you guys. His eyes.

Now I need hugs. (Because LJ is down, and I finally finished a fic I’d like to post, and this is kind of bumming me out.)