God 

to be fair, ruby IS terrifying 

Ruby Redfort headcanons

Australian Ruby. Would be cute considering LB is Australian & it would pass that down, also the line in pyp where the two evil guys say that the Australian guy must be British would be funnier. She also has the teenage Australian chaos as discussed by @rubyredfortncarnivorousplants

Clancy becomes obsessed with aquariums, even though he’s still terrified of underwater creatures he just goes to get the adrenaline rush.

When Ruby’s older (like 18-21+ whatever) she, like the rest of the action agents gets trained to use a gun and everyone is terrified of her.

Crazy cops and Brooklyn 99 are like the same thing. aka Ruby would LOVE b99

I have more which I’ll add tomorrow but I’m extremely tired and I don’t think this makes sense but anyways thanks for reading them

this is the other thing that lives in my mind

So I was going through Louisa May Alcott's (the author of Little Women) wikipedia page when I stumbled upon this:

Fellas...

I’m gonna have to make sure that when you read ruby redfort, you are imagining everything being full seventies. the fashion? seventies. cars? seventies? architecture? seventies. hair? seventies. technology? seventies (with the exception of spectrum’s freakishly advanced tech they are hiding from the world). 

Dark Academia aesthetics for science subjects

Physics

Chewed lips and fingernails. Coffee rings on your desk, and books, and pages. A sparrow pauses at your windowsill - it turns to you, and you have the strangest feeling that it understands something that you cannot. The atoms around you seem to communicate. Your eyelashes flutter, your fingers are stained. Who are you. What is this. What is this.

Astronomy

Lying on cobblestone in loose, flowey clothing. Your hands are cold, but something inside you burns, quietly - in your sternum, in your gut, behind your eyes, behind your teeth. Pinpricks of stars on a velvet night, glints of dust on a sun-streak, droplets of rain on a windowsill. All of this, and you, are the same.

Botany

A candle burns on your desk. Scrapbooks are filled with sketches, and pressed flowers, and dried leaves. Vines creep over a stone wall. You drink herbal tea with the bag left in. Tonight you press wax stamps to handwritten letters. You sit and drink the moonlight. You whisper to the plant on your windowsill.

Chemistry

Loose, giddy laughter. Two friends, shrieking and spinning, alone in a dark hall. Ridiculous, unfeasible ideas. Chicken-scratch notes. Walking the halls of an old university, gothic and dead and alive. You spent hours and hours in the lab, so consumed you don’t notice the time pass. It’s dark when you step outside. You tremble with excitement. Tomorrow.

Medicine

Macabre diagrams of skulls and human anatomy on yellowed paper. Your journals are cryptic: the scratched cursive look like clues, the symbols, code. Nights and nights and nights spent awake, exhaustion tugging at your clothes and your eyes and your neck, but your mind buzzes with an electric determination that teeters on madness. Clasped hands, and quiet camaraderie.

Veterinary medicine

Untamed grass on a misty morning, embroidered with wildflowers. You wear an old dress, or a white shirt tucked into loose checked trousers. Dew brushes your ankles. Your fingers card gently over fur. A kiss just barely touches skin. Your mind is sharp, but your heart is open. There is a breeze through the open window.

Technology

City lights. Ideas that swirl - no, prick at you, fine needle points of inspiration that kiss at the base of your neck, your jaw, your head, and you scramble to turn them into something real. Rusty gears turn on an old watch. A quirked eyebrow. You smell rain on the pavement. 

Psychology

A lone ballerina spins in an abandoned chapel; a streak of white against darkness. Tea in a vintage teacup, spoon left in, on a neat pile of books. Quiet gasps, soft hands and cursive writing. The echo of footsteps. A hand brushes through your hair. A mist rolls in. You think this dawn looks like a dusk.

Marine Biology

Waves heave and undulate, like a great ribcage swelling with breath. You watch it from a lighthouse, blank faced and austere in a long black coat. A small flame of fear quivers in the hollow of your chest. At the old wooden desk, you work.You lick your lips and taste brine.

click here for part 1: (aesthetics for literature, classics, philosophy, fine art, political science, and history)

the whole book tbh 

Hitch at the end of FTF:

the fact that this is my old acc I got logged out of-

lol ruby redfort canonically keeps cups and plates and cutlery in her room until there is literally none left in the redfort household. 

pls lmk if this is wrong but i think ruby stopped skateboarding after ftf which is just so tragic bc imagine ruby skating through the hallways at spectrum or smthing while waiting for LB to yell at her 

DUDE THAT CRAZY COPS = B99 THING I HADN’T EVEN THOUGHT OF THAT BUT I THOROUGHLY AGREE 

Ruby Redfort headcanons

Australian Ruby. Would be cute considering LB is Australian & it would pass that down, also the line in pyp where the two evil guys say that the Australian guy must be British would be funnier. She also has the teenage Australian chaos as discussed by @rubyredfortncarnivorousplants

Clancy becomes obsessed with aquariums, even though he’s still terrified of underwater creatures he just goes to get the adrenaline rush.

When Ruby’s older (like 18-21+ whatever) she, like the rest of the action agents gets trained to use a gun and everyone is terrified of her.

Crazy cops and Brooklyn 99 are like the same thing. aka Ruby would LOVE b99

I have more which I’ll add tomorrow but I’m extremely tired and I don’t think this makes sense but anyways thanks for reading them

reblog if you like girls and pasta

can someone please tell me if there's a backstory on how hitch got recruited into spectrum? i feel like there should be but i can’t think of any and its been a minute since i’ve read the books 

if there isn’t please tell me theories i must know