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mcwexlerscigarette · 17 days

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nacho: *brutally and tragically dying to protect his father*

kim and jimmy:

#rock and a hard place #bcs #better call saul #mcwexler

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thebeautyofspn · 18 days

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9x08 Rock And A Hard Place

#9x08 #rock and a hard place #spn #spn aesthetic #supernatural #supernatural aesthetic #thebeautyofspn #dean winchester #season 9

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catscough · 3 months

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#ignacio varga #lalo salamanca #nacho #better call saul #lacho #glitter gif #tw blood #rock and a hard place #point and shoot #mystuff #krv

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zepskies · 4 months

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Rock & a Hard Place (SPN 9.08)

When I tell you I haven't laughed so hard in a long time while rewatching 9.08. 🤣

But let me tell you, this scene gave me ideas lmao.

(May or may not have written yet another Espresso-verse one-shot for later, don't mind me. 🤪)

#dean winchester #suzy lee #9.08 #rock and a hard place #spn #supernatural #dean winchester x reader #midnight espresso-verse

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shallowseeker · 3 months

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The matchup of all time:

Make your terrible choices.

#polls #john or lucifer #rock and a hard place

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insanesonofabitch · 17 days

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8x10 Torn & Frayed one line schedule | 8x11 LARP & The Real Girl production draft script | 8x09 Citizen Fang | 8x10 Torn & Frayed transcript | 9x08 Rock and a Hard Place

Good fucking morning.

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kkthanks · 1 month

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Soooo I’m in New Mexico and I would like to locate the exact part of the desert the unspeakably horrible 6 x 03 Nacho Scene happened.

So far Google and all the obsessed fan pages seem to have nothing.

I guess I’m just the biggest Nacho fan & I guess I’m the only one looking for this spot but I thought I’d ask tumblr in case I’m not ❤️ .. That rhymed.

Anyway does anyone know ?! People have this info for like every other scene in the breaking bad better call Saul universe …

#better call saul #breaking bad #nacho varga #bcs #ignacio varga #rock and a hard place

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anti-zionist-jew · 3 months

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Biden deserves to lose, we don’t deserve Trump, we also can’t send a message that doing a genocide is okay and something that isn’t punished. What world do we have if Trump wins? What world do we have if a genocide is rewarded by a re-election? I don’t know. I don’t know.

There’s no simple, obvious right answer here. Thats the whole problem. You can’t wave this all away with “but Trump is worse.” You can’t tell me rewarding a genocide with a re-election isn’t terrible for humanity. You also can’t tell me Biden won’t bring this brutality home

We need a real plan for January 2025, that isn’t just “vote dem. No shut up and vote dem” — we have to engage with the fact Biden and his administration are losing themselves more voters every day.

Local community safety councils, people’s assemblies, etc— ASAP

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ihavepointysticks · 7 months

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Watching Rock and a Hard Place (9x08). This episode has one of my favorite lines.

How are you even alive?

Just a few sentences to illustrate what the trials did to to his body, but also a clue that maybe Gadreel isn’t doing his best to heal him and has another agenda. And yes, it’s easy to say that with hindsight.

#sam winchester #spn 9x08 #rock and a hard place

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elliebartlets · 2 months

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just watched rock and a hard place

#better call saul #bcs #nacho varga #rock and a hard place #was totally not expecting nacho to do that!!!#I was reallly hoping he would implicate gus anyways but I know he wouldn’t cause of his dad #nacho you did not deserve that at all!!!#also yippee to him yelling at the salamancas and telling hector he screwed with his heart meds alksjdhsh

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just-here-with-my-thoughts · 14 days

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Welcome To The Outpost: Part 1.5 - Rock And A Hard Place

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Clone Commander Mayday, Clone Trooper Hexx, Clone Trooper Veetch Word Count: ~1065 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: Mayday, Hexx and Veetch are the last survivors of the squad of 12 initially assigned to the Barton IV outpost. Supplies are dwindling and the relief ship is overdue.

Read Part 1.1 - Frozen Read Part 1.2 - Rise From The Ashes Read Part 1.3 - Lost Battle Read Part 1.4 - No Way Out

The base was quiet, the only light cast by blinking computer lights and the yellowish glow of the portable heater. Mayday, Hexx and Veetch sat close to the heater, chairs pulled up to a crate which served as a card table, a lacklustre game of sabacc being played.

Drawing a card, Hexx said, “Hey Commander, where are we going to take Veetch on his first leave?”

Mayday managed a crooked smile. “That’s right. We’re all well overdue a break.” He glanced at Veetch, the young clone’s eyes shining widely in his gaunt face. “Where do you think, lad? Coruscant? The Outer Rim?”

“Somewhere warm and sunny, with strong drinks and beautiful women,” suggested Hexx with a wolfish grin.

Mayday chuckled drily. “I wouldn’t say no to a tropical break.”

Gaze roving between his two companions, Veetch laid down his playing cards, the game momentarily forgotten. “You’re kidding,” he accused, half a smile tugging at his face as he looked for the jape. “You… we… we’ve been stuck together in this base for over a year. You’d still want to spend… leave time with me?”

“Kriff, Veetch,” said Hexx, leaning over and clapping him on the shoulder, “we wouldn’t go anywhere without you.” He grinned. “Besides, you’ve not seen anything of life other than Kamino and this frost-encrusted hell-hole. Mayday and I wouldn’t let you get into trouble out there.”

“Brothers stick together,” Mayday agreed. “Hexx and I won’t leave you behind.”

The faintest smile glimmered on Veetch’s face. Breath clouding the air, he recovered his cards and played his turn. “So… somewhere with a beach, for Hexx to rest his old bones,” he teased, although his voice was strained.

“Watch it,” Hexx growled affectionately, “or I might change my mind.”

“Doesn’t matter,” said Veetch softly, gaze falling to the sad pile of cards before them. “We’re never getting off this planet.”

Mayday sat up straighter. “Hey. None of that. Relief ship is due any day.”

“Relief ship was due two weeks ago,” Hexx reminded him.

“Which is why we’re expecting it any day.”

“They’ve said that before,” said Veetch, a miserable whisper.

“And I have it on good authority that they are finally retrieving this damn cargo we’ve been guarding all this time,” growled Mayday. “Which means the end of this posting.”

With an irritated noise, he slapped his sabacc card down harder than necessary.

“It’s got to show up.” He tried not to think of their dwindling rations. “It has to.”

Conversation tapered into morose silence, the three clones playing cards without deriving any real joy from the game.

Eventually Hexx spoke again.

“Where do you think we’re getting posted next?”

“I’d be happy with a Core Worlds posting,” said Mayday gruffly. “Get a handle on what this Empire is all about.”

“Not about loyalty to us clones, that’s for sure,” said Hexx with a bitter laugh.

Veetch was looking sombre again. Mayday reached out, tapping his vambrace briefly against his young squad member’s.

“Don’t worry, lad,” he said. “I’m requesting you for my squad, wherever we end up.” He summoned another rough smile. “It’s like Hexx said… we’re not going anywhere without you.”

*

Alone except for the quietly whirring droids endlessly stacking and re-stacking the cargo, Mayday let his head drop to his hands. He was sat in front of the main console, knowing he needed to open the long-range com channel, dreading doing so.

He raked his fingers shakily through his hair, steeling his nerves. He had to do this. His men needed him to.

His men. All two of them.

A glance to the shadowed corner near the heater showed him Hexx and Veetch, curled so tightly into each other in sleep they were almost one. Veetch’s once-youthful face was pinched, lined with worry, and Hexx was similarly aged, face slack with exhaustion. Even in sleep his body trembled with cold.

Mayday stood, venturing to his Commander’s berth and pulling the blankets from it. He draped them across his brothers, tucking the extra layers tightly in around their bodies. His own faced creased in a deep frown.

Snapping to attention, he turned to the com and activated it.

“Commander Mayday, contacting from the Barton IV Outpost.”

“Go ahead, Commander.”

“The relief ship didn’t arrive today.”

A brief silence. Then, “The ship has not yet departed.”

Mayday held a growl in his throat, swallowing it and forcing his voice calm.

“Our supplies are almost out.”

“Orders remain unchanged. You are to guard the cargo until retrieval.”

“How are my boys supposed to do that when they’re half-starved? The only reason we have food left is because-”

He choked on the words. Helix’s hand in his, heavy and cold. Holding him long after his life had slipped away.

“Because one of my squad died,” he grit out. His mouth was thick, bitter with sorrow, anger leaching into his tone. “We’re sharing his rations between three of us, and they won’t last.”

“I suggest you find a way to make them go further,” came the short response. “Imperial troops will arrive in due course, but there are other priorities.”

“Not to me,” growled Mayday. “My men-”

“-Will have to endure,” he was interrupted.

Mayday’s teeth clicked together hard as he clenched his jaw. “When will the ship be here?” he said forcefully.

“You will be notified when the ship departs so you can ready the cargo for retrieval.”

“WHEN?”

“Check your tone, Commander. I am terminating this transmission.”

The com went dead.

Mayday breathed out a stunned exhale, staring helplessly at the dark console. His thoughts scattered, abstractly dancing between decisions he couldn’t focus on.

Imperial orders remained the same. They were dependant on the Empire – completely dependant on them coming to retrieve what was left of his squad.

There was nothing he could do to make it happen sooner. Nothing to do but watch their supplies dwindle further; watch the hope fade from his brothers’ eyes.

He blinked when he realised his cheeks were wet, dragged a forearm roughly across his face. The dirty cloth wraps on his arms rubbed grit into his eyes, which only made them water further.

Bitter anger coiled in his stomach as he sat, alone, and considered their options. Their lack of options.

Rely on the Empire.

Or die waiting for them.

It wasn’t so much a choice, as a matter of which would come first.

Read Part 2.1 - Last Chance

Hello lovely readers, we are half way through Angstpril - and this is the end of Part 1!

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In Part 2 we'll meet a certain snarky sniper...

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