#tdopflid

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The RvB fandom hated me for my Director redemption swag back in the day, but it's cool because I knew I was cooking

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Not a day goes by where I’m not shocked that I actually wrote TDOPFLID.

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I'm proud of who I am No more monsters, I can breathe again And you said that I was done Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come 'Cause I can make it on my own And I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known 

I was thinking about Directium’s fic, The Director of Project Freelancer is Dead, and this song came on, and it struck me what a good song it is for Carolina’s mentality at the beginning of the fic. The power of forgiveness and second chances is a huge theme in RvB and this song, and the thing I love about the fic is she easily could have come to feel this way about the Director when she encountered him in that room.

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“Oh? With that armor, I’m tempted to start referrin’ to you as Recovery One again, for old times’ sake.” Dallas attempted to counter the Freelancer’s humor with some of his own. “Please don’t.” “As you wish, sir.” Washington let out a low chuckle as the other slid his helmet back into place.

The soldiers paused their conversation for a moment, and Tucker turned to face his teammates with a smile. "Wow, matching armor? Did something happen in the base that you're not telling us?" Dallas eyed Washington. "Well...we figured that an armor change would benefit the both of us." "...Seriously, though, did you two bang in there? I mean, if you did, then hey, I won't judge. I mean, we've been in this canyon for weeks, and sometimes your hand just doesn't get the job done—"

Rereading bits and pieces of TDOPFLID and what did my past self mean by this

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“Thanks, but no thanks. Dallas is taking care of it.” “Yeah, I noticed… But I was just wondering—” “We don’t need you parenting us all the time, Wash!” Tucker said indignantly, his tone rising. “Tucker, I’m not trying to parent you. I’m just offering to help fix the tower!” “Well, we don’t need your help, either! Right, Church?!” All three men went rigid at Tucker’s exclamation, and Dallas was positive his teammates had the same shocked expression beneath their helmets as he did. Even Tucker appeared surprised at his own words. “I-I mean… Dallas. Right, Dallas?” Tucker finally choked out, his correction too-little-too-late.

I was so sick for this

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All this talk of Doyle is reminding me why I’m writing the TDOPFLID sequel the way I am

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*Just got done reading the “director is dead” fan fic* Amazing story. Oh sweet this story this story is 3 years old. The sequal must be out by now. *can’t find it* Aw son of a bitch, did I miss something?

Ahahaha, no you didn’t miss anything. I’ve just been bouncing around between other hyperfixations and not motivated to work on it.

I’d still like to at some point! And I have a WIP STARTED. It’s just...taking a while.

But I am glad you liked the original ;u; <3

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Dallas in the earliest chapters of TDOPFLID: I hate this.

Roman in the RNJR + Annoying Redhead AU: I dig this!

Daniel in the DDAU: ...I hate this.