headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
falling-star-cygnus

Anonymous asked:

I feel like Robert just has a list of the most insane but ‘useless’ talents from being Mechaman but pre-reveal he can’t say where he got it from. Like he’s an insane speed reader because a lot of the information the suit shows him is on screens mid combat, and he needs to read them quickly while fighting someone. Or he can identify specific ingredients in meals because he trained himself into recognising when a meal might taste wrong or messed with.

(At some point post-reveal the entire team go out to a bar with a mechanical bull/something similar and bully Robert onto it. He lasts the longest, and has to patiently explain to all of them that he routinely got thrown around while sitting in a giant metal suit, staying sitting while being tossed around is not difficult for him)

falling-star-cygnus answered:

me, rubbing my evil little hands together because i finally have an excuse to post my ’Robert is flexible as hell’ headcanon
at least- he used to be, you know? before the explosion and coma robbed it from him, i like to imagine he was one of those kids who could get his foot behind his head. Hypermobility and shit yk? all that lovely undiagnosed stuff

so yes! to all of this! especially that last part… Z-Team has some realizations watching him

i think, specifically, Robert knows how to do that cloud in the mouth trick- because he thought it’d be a cool thing to try if he ever needed to calm down a kid
this gets utilized exactly once around the Z-Team, and it’s because Flambae blows smoke in his face. Not cig smoke- no, he’s not an asshole. He’s not gonna blow nicotine into his dispatcher’s face.
It’s just- yk campfire smoke. And it’s just a little bit. A tiny puff of smog. He’s just trying to rile the skinny man up
And it works, sorta, Robert wrinkles his nose and presses his lips together in- what Flambae assumes- is agitation. So he’s a little smug when he leans down with cocky grin
Only for the skinny latte prick to puff right back at him- the clean white cloud mixing almost prettily with his own lingering grey. Flambae reels back, blinking wildy in surprise
“The fuck was that?”
“Yeah, doesn’t feel so great, does it? Don’t blow smoke in people’s faces, asshole.”
“How did you-”
It’s like that one meme with all the calculations

it gets a little more awkward when Robert, pre-reveal, gets taken as a hostage.
Z-Team is beyond pissed, ready to tear these assholes 9 new holes, when their fucking twig of a goddamn dispatcher takes matter into his own hands. Literally.
He yanks himself out of his captor’s hold, easily maneuvering his hands back in front him to drag them into a chokehold. Once they’re out for the count, Robert just as easily dislocates his thumbs and slips the cuffs.
The only reason he searches their limp body for the key is to re-fasten the things around their own wrists
“S-sir- Robert- er.. Boss? How did you.. um… fig-figure, uh.. know how to- do… do that..?
Robert, popping his thumbs back into place
“Do what?”

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