I Had A Whole Explanation Written Up About This And Then It All Got Lost When I Moved My Hard Drives

Mav: I have always wanted to be a pilot! Since I was six years old.

Ice: And before that?

Mav: I wanted to be an aeroplane.

Craving young SarahIce content because there is basically none.

I mean, look at them 🥹

LOOK AT THEMMMM 🥹

They are my babies 🥹

Mav + Slider: *running away from something/someone*

Carole: Should we help them?

Ice: *running after Mav + Slider*

Goose: Nah, I think they're okay

They were not

Hello John! Sorry I haven’t written in a bit, but it’s been really boring around here lately.

Brains made me come in for maintenance today (third of the month, and all that). He said I did a very good job and even gave me a unicorn sticker! Although I may have dropped some hints that I want stars on my ceiling like you since he seems to be getting the hint that I’m not extremely fond of stickers.

Oh, and I broke my arm falling out of bed again! Well, I cracked my elbow joint, please don’t worry. It was a really easy repair, just a little glue. And I managed to do my coordination test without falling! Brains was really impressed, too.

I cleaned your room, too. It was getting awfully dusty in there. In fact, that’s where I am now. The shadows in here seem awfully gloomy lately. I may spend my recharging cycle in here tonight, I think it needs someone staying in here for a while.

Don’t forget to eat again! Or I’ll deploy the space elevator and come up there myself!

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I’ve had this idea kicking around for a while that EOS sends John letters about her day (instead of messaging him normally since that way he can read them at his own pace). Sort of like Twilight Sparkle’s letters to Princess Celestia. So I wrote up a little letter based off the Routine Physical rp thread.

The numbers at the end are her name in Binary.

kayo moodboard :]

Ugh, I adore them. 🥰

pennymav <3

Bob: Truth or dare?

Phoenix: Dare.

Bob: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

Phoenix: Hey Bagman?

Hangman, blushing: Yeah?

Phoenix: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Rooster.

She almost looks like she could be a young Sarah Kazansky?

I remember reading an interview with Jean Louisa Kelly where she said that she imagined Tom and Sarah met when they were pretty young, and it’s cute to have a visual of what that might have been like!

EOS stares at the soft, fluffy white material covering the ground at her feet. She must be making a face without realizing it, because almost immediately she hears John laugh.

“It’s snow, EOS! You know, frozen–”

“I am very well aware of what it is!” EOS snaps, mildly hurt that John didn’t think she knew what something as simple as snow was. “Snow is precipitation that has frozen into crystalline ice flakes and collected upon the Earth.” She’s still staring at it, however. Of course she knows academically what snow is, but she’s spent most of her existence on Thunderbird Five, or on a tropical island that never truly sees winter.

She’s never been this close to it before.

Cautiously, EOS takes a few steps forward, listening to the scrunchy noise the flakes make when ground together when stepped on. It’s strange, almost like hearing someone squeezing styrofoam, although not as squeaky. Her eyes are still fixed on the ground when something cold and slightly damp impacts the back of her head and breaks apart, spreading chunks of wet coldness through her hair. In shock, she turns back and is surprised to see a sheepish expression on John’s face, along with quite a lot of snow clinging to his knitted gloves.

“What–?” she says, that one word filled with so much meaning that it doesn’t truly need more added to it.

John’s face is very pink all of a sudden under the brighter red at his nose, ears and the tops of his cheek from the cold. Still, he’s smiling even with the apologetic bend to his eyebrows. “It was just a snowball– I’m sorry, I forgot– It’s just… the timing was perfect–” EOS still looks confused, not quite understanding the humor he’s taking from it. His eyes soften at how utterly lost she looks, and he walks over and gently brushes the snow from her hair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Here, let me show you.” He places his hand on her back, and she stoops down as he does, watching, then imitating how he scoops up a handful of snow. “You pack it together like this,” John says, demonstrating the motion, then dropping his own handful to guide her hands through it. When her first snowball emerges at last, lumpy and slightly misshapen though a good first effort, he stands up and gestures at himself. “You get a free hit. It’s only fair.”

EOS shakes her head vigorously. “I can’t throw something at you! I could throw too hard or I could hit you in an unprotected spot or…”

John raises his hands in surrender. “Fine, throw it at the ground then. But snowballs are meant to be thrown, EOS. It’s a game.”

Her eyes flit to him, then the ground, and then back again and he can practically see her processors working. After a few more glances, and even some off to the side in mild distress, she pulls her arm back and throws the snowball as gently as she can at him. It doesn’t even sting as it hits his coat and breaks apart, strewing bits of snow all over his chest.

“Was that so hard?” he asks, a kind smile on his face and in his voice. EOS shakes her head, a smile crossing her own face as she stoops down again, hands reaching for the snow below her.

When John finally tells her they have to go back inside before they’re missed, a good fifteen minutes later, both are lying on the ground, half-covered with snow and grins on their faces.

Maverick: As your best friend-

Iceman: Slider is my best friend.

Maverick: AS YOUR BEST FRIEND