Always late, worth the wait

and then the writers were like let's not give angus macgyver a break

[daltonsnightmare]

MacGyver (2016) Cold Opens Masterpost

Season One:

1x01, 1x02, 1x03, 1x04, 1x05, 1x06, 1x07,

1x08, 1x09, 1x10, 1x11, 1x12, 1x13, 1x14,

1x15, 1x16, 1x17, 1x18, 1x19, 1x20, 1x21

Season Two:

2x01, 2x02, 2x03, 2x04, 2x05, 2x06, 2x07,

2x08, 2x09, 2x10, 2x11, 2x12, 2x13, 2x14,

2x15, 2x16, 2x17, 2x18, 2x19, 2x20, 2x21, 2x22, 2x23

Season Three:

3x01, 3x02, 3x03, 3x04, 3x05, 3x06, 3x07,

3x08, 3x09, 3x10, 3x11, 3x12, 3x13, 3x14,

3x15, 3x16, 3x17, 3x18, 3x19, 3x20, 3x21, 3x22

Season Four:

4x01, 4x02, 4x03, 4x04, 4x05, 4x06,

4x07, 4x08, 4x09, 4x10, 4x11, 4x12, 4x13

Season Five:

5x01, 5x02, 5x03, 5x04, 5x05,

5x06, 5x07, 5x08, 5x09, 5x10,

5x11, 5x12, 5x13, 5x14, 5x15

[hayleywilliamsfan84]

i keep laughing at the way that eridian culture in the movie and eridian culture in the book are not contradictory at all, if you accept that movie rocky is just a total FREAK

grace: boy i sure can't wait to meet other eridians haha! rocky, putting on a shirt for the first time in four years: rocky has something to tell grace but does grace promise not to be mad, question?

[hydrangea-pop]

I can't leave this in the tags lmaooo

[rylandgraces]

free my boy

[daltonsnightmare]

ok I caved and went to go see the PHM movie earlier than I planned to and. time? time go fishing?????? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[lupinescribbler]

MAC: When I was a, uh, kid he [James] bought me a Walkman and told me it was for a surprise ski trip. I thought it was a real father-son vacation. Well, no. It was just an opportunity to teach me survival skills, like how to make an avalanche beacon out of my new portable radio. JACK: So you feel my pain when it comes to sacrificing electronics?

Currently haunted by the story of Mac's dad giving him a Walkman, and then purposefully putting him in a situation where he had to take it apart.

Like, what'd you mean you gave a kid a present in order to force him to break it down the line? What'd you mean you watched his face light up as he opened the wrapping paper, and carried it around everywhere, and was so excited about going on a father-son trip with you? What'd you mean you gave him something precious -- just so he'd have to sacrifice it? Why do you think teaching hard lessons is all there is to being a father?

And wow what a brilliant bit of characterization, because suddenly Mac's penchant for cavalierly breaking everything around him for the sake of the mission has even more dimension. His very first meeting with Jack is a fight because he'd been screwing around with Jack's rifle. The trail of carnage he leaves behind him: snapped sunglasses, and gutted phones, and taking apart whatever's around him to get the job done. Things are just tools to utilize towards achieving an objective, you can't tie your emotions to them, you can't care about them. Once you can take something apart, it can only amount to the sum of its components.

Jack's apartment is a shrine to his eclectic and beloved belongings, material and sentimental. Mac's place is full of a morphing hodgepodge of creations he's ruthlessly broken down and put back together over and over again.

In retrospect, it makes how snippy and impatient he is about Jack not wanting his stuff broken so interesting. It also makes him sitting in the passenger seat, intently working on fixing Jack's sunglasses hit even harder.

D'you think sometimes he's lodged into that brutally practical headspace, aggravated by Jack's dragging his feet and whining about his precious stuff? It's only stuff, why is Jack being such a pain about it?

D'you think when he looked up from the broken pair of glasses in his hands, he saw the hurt in Jack's eyes, and all of the sudden his chest filled with a decade-dormant ache of loosing something that mattered to him?

Do you think he ever wishes he was capable of building something without destroying something else first?

[lupinescribbler]

Reichenbach Art WIP since I’ve realized it’s been like nine months since I last updated the fic… so I gotta change that sometime :p

Art based on a scene from chapter four

[junglejim4322]

Why did 4 months of this year go by in like a week

[junglejim4322]

Where am I

[callizinc]

When the story has a sequence where the characters each get personally tortured with their exact personalized greatest fears and traumas

[lupinescribbler]

Project Hail Mary is forcing me to learn how to draw rocks 😩

[ouppygirlpaws]

🦠 #my crobe

[lupinescribbler]

Day two of Cairo Day 2026!! :D @macgyvercairo

For the april 14th prompt: alternate ending

Because the end to the whole Nikki arc in the first season has made me insane.

/// excerpt ///

Nikki declined Jack’s call before it could even ring once. She picked Mac’s phone off of the shoddy nightstand finger hovering over the button in case Jack tried again.

He did. She declined it again, glancing over her shoulder.

Mac was deep asleep, his bare torso lit up only with the gentle moonlight seeping through the window. He was tangled up in the sheets, arms stretched out as if reaching for something, face lax, hair a mess. He looked cute like this. Nikki savored the view, she knew it might not last long.

Jack left a voicemail. Nikki got into Mac’s phone. She knew his passcode would no longer be their first date — he would’ve had to change it since her betrayal — but it didn’t take her many guesses to find out what he’d changed it to. She guessed Pi first, then the golden ratio, and then got it right on the third guess with Avogadro’s number. Mac, despite all his improvisation and antics, was very predictable.

She stood up, picking Mac’s shirt off the floor and shrugging it on against the crisp coolness of the night. She listened to Jack’s voicemail.

“Hey, Mac. I know you’re uh, probably busy. It’s been a long day, I get that, I hear ya, but I’m gonna need you to come in to work, ok?” Jack’s voice started off, a forced sort of casual. “There’s some things I need to talk to you about in person, about Patty and… and Nikki. She’ll need to come in to give a statement, fill in some details, y’know? I can come pick you guys up, just let me know where you’re at. Don’t worry about it. Bozer said you didn’t head home, so I— I’m not trying to tell you— like this isn’t about— just call me back, ok? ASAP.”

Nikki sighed. Jack, equally transparent. He was a single-minded person, and she knew she was not going to win his trust back. That chance had ended when her dipshit of an accomplice had decided to shoot Mac in the chest at Lake Como. If the injury had been lesser maybe Jack would’ve been able to get over it. She was hoping he’d keep a respectful distance for a bit, long enough for the proceedings surrounding Patty to go through, and for Nikki to get all of her ducks in a row. Jack was practical, and distrustful, but he was also soft-hearted. He wouldn’t want to alienate Mac, and Mac couldn’t help but trust her. She’d thought that sentimentality would shield her long enough. She’d miscalculated, but that was fine. She’d adapt, she’d learned how to from the best.

Mac shifted, rolling partly over onto his side, catching and hugging a pillow to his chest. He looked vulnerable and harmless, but Nikki knew he was far from the latter. If she simply left now he’d probably sleep for another few hours, but she needed more time than that. She couldn’t have him and Jack on her ass, not for a while at least.

She watched Mac breathe for a moment while she thought. His shoulder gently rising and falling with each slow breath, his cheek mushed against his pillow, his mouth slightly parted but not quite snoring. He’d always been a quiet sleeper, something she’d appreciated about him through their relationship.

She considered killing him.

[impossiblepluto]

2x13 was on my mind for an alternate ending because I think BRUNO should have tossed Mac onto the pavement like a mechanical bull, and Jack should have bragged about his family at his reunion but I ran out of time to finish. I do like this little one sided banter though

Jotting another notation on the scrap of paper lying on the bedside table, Jack sighs, squinting at his unusually cramped, messing handwriting squeezed into the corner. “Gonna need a bigger note...”

He looks up with a smirk that quickly fades on his lips when there isn’t an answering scoff at his misquote from “Jaws” before stretching his shoulders, vertebrae popping in protest. He smooths a hand across the scruff around his mouth, ignoring the evidence of the passing hours, before tipping his head back down to his phone screen, studying the options presented.

“Definitely had scissors and a can opener. And a corkscrew. Wire cutters, of course. Gotta have wire cutters.” Jack’s forehead wrinkles. “Seen you pull that thing out a hundred times, you’d think I’d remember what y’all had on there. Never thought I’d have to try creating it from memory.”

Jack sighs around the ache in his chest. “Maybe this could be an upgrade. Not that you need an upgrade. Saved the world plenty of times with that one but maybe there’s something you wish you had. Like this one-” Jack turns his phone screen towards Mac “-this one displays altitude! That might be... not at all the right tool for you, Mac. Nope. No altimeters for my boy. No reason to remind you about heights.” 

Jack quickly pulls his phone away from Mac, thumbing back a screen. He looks up again, scooting towards the edge of his seat, leaning forward, arms crossed over the side rail.

“Just want to make sure you have everything you need to keep you safe. Like a hex driver. Do you want a hex driver? Did you have a hex driver on your old knife? How many times can I say "hex driver” before you wake up and tell me to shut it?”

Mac’s face remains impassive.

“Hex driver,” Jack says one more time, just in case once more was Mac’s limit and he’ll wake up to roll his eyes. 

Jack sets his phone down on the bedside table, the screen still illuminated. His photo grins back at him, flanked by Mac and Riley. He stares until the screen goes dark. 

He doesn't usually bother changing his background or lockscreen. Most of the time he'll be replacing it a few months down the line once Mac gets his hands on it. 

And as a spy, showing his heart, his vulnerability on a device that can be so easily stolen is irresponsible. A liability for himself. And a danger for those he loves. 

Still, as he sat on the plane on his way to Texas, heading for a reunion he didn't really want to attend, he flipped through a few photos, finding one that made him grin harder than he was in the picture. 

He couldn't talk much about his real life, being a spy, saving the world. And telling everyone that he'd missed the milestones of falling in love, starting a family left a knot of discomfort, embarrassment in his stomach. but maybe someone would ask about the photo on his phone

[fleshymeatbag]

I'm collecting them like pokemon

[fleshst4r]

.

we're not going to make it

we will make it

it'll take too long to rebuild ourselves

we will make it

but what if we don't wake up in the morning

we will make it

i don't see a future with me in it

we will make it

we'll give up long before then

we will make it

im scared

i love you. we will make it

Voting ended onApr 11

[animnightmare]

The votes on this post. Oh. A poem in poll form, interactive art, the fact we can see how the other people reading it felt. im. this is really good.

[lupinescribbler]

MacGyver (2016) S5 Spoilers

It's not your fault.

How do you learn to believe a lie like that?

Video and audio clips all from the show, music is snowfall (slowed + reverb) by Øneheart, reidenshi.

[inbabylontheywept]

you're not allowed to bring wireless devices into classified areas and a security guy noticed a square phone-ish shape in my pocket so he asked me to show him what it was and i had to show him my can of pocket herring :/

[inbabylontheywept]

artists depiction of event

[inbabylontheywept]

i am banned from eating my herring inside. they make me eat it on the smoking area by the loading dock, under the theory that it already smells bad there. but it was raining today which was preventing my breakfast, so i was feeling sad and hungry and then i realized that there was a large cardboard box in the dumpster from a previous delivery. like a fridge sized box. so i fished it out of the dumpster, then tipped it on its side and had a nice little cardboard cave to watch the rain and eat my fish in. which was a great experience. very soothing. very zen. at least until the security guard from the day before stepped outside to smoke. then i tried hiding from him by crawling deeper in the box, which unfortunately did not work. instead he saw a sort of damp sniveling pale hairless creature eating fish in a box, and delivered the verbal killshot of "good morning, mr. smeagol." which is how my day was ruined before 8 am.