My local cinema played Interstellar last night, so THE white man of the week is Cooper.
If I had a penny for every Matthew McConaughey's role of a rather hasty, grieving father with a fucked up relationship with time I would have at least two pennies. Actually, I realized I no longer can separate him from Rust Cohle – I mean Cooper is just a... more communicative version of Cohle, right?? probably not
Also, I'm obviously in my hyperfixation for fanfics era, so I grieve for the lack of it. (Imagine a good old Cooper x reader fic set still on Earth, involving all the dust, storms, old houses, raising the kids, and trying to survive in a futureless environment... is that something that thrilles only me?)
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Doing this because the only one I can find is TARS X CASE.
This is going to be more of a ‘living with’ sort of fanfiction series [?] possible series, let’s see how much traction this gets.
First, my artists’ rendition of a humanoid TARS, for future reference
Will update it when I get a better drawing of him humanoid.
• also, you were also on the mission
• if you want, you can switch it from tars to case while reading
-Timeskip to after movie ends and cooper saves brand from that other planet we saw her on-
You were waiting at copper station. Waiting…. Waiting for cooper and TARS to get back from their secret mission. Everyone was alerted that there had been a stolen ship, everyone was worried about that, but not about the two who had gone missing that same night.
You were also upset that they didn’t even try to tell you. You thought that after everything you had been through together, they both, or at least one of them, would tell you about their endeavors. But no, you were left alone, worried, and scared, thinking about all of the possibilities. Would they come home? Would you ever see them again? Will they come back with Brand? What has Brand been up to? Is Brand okay? Is she even alive? We’re all the thoughts that kept going through your head like race cars on a racetrack.
You were so lost in your worried and saddened thoughts, that you hadn’t realized that they had returned. “(Y/n)? Is everything alright? You look ill.” You heard TARS’ voice suddenly ask as you were thinking. You looked up to see the cereal box you fell for. “TARS! You’re back!!” You jumped up and tried to give a pathetic hug to the giant packing box of steal. “I thought you guys wouldn’t return, why didn’t you tell me you were leaving! I could have come with you!” You scolded him, obviously upset that you were left alone.
That’s when cooper stepped into your view and spoke. “I told him so that you WOULDN’T come, I didn’t want you to come with in case we could make it back.” He explained half heartedly. “You, the man who survived a black hole, was worried you wouldn’t return? I call bull.” You rolled your eyes slightly, not taking the man seriously. “Okay, think what you want sport, you and slick can catch up while I take ms. Brand here to the doctors to check on her and her vitals.” He helped Brand to walk to the doctors, she seems to have aged quite a bit, maybe 15 or 20 or so.
You do the two fingiré salute, offering your attention to her. “Glad to have you back ma’am.” You said. “Glad to be back.” She retorted, still holding onto Cooper, trying to walk over to the doctors.
You turn towards TARS once again, realizing that you never really let go of him that entire time. You slowly, and awkwardly, let go of him, being slightly embarrassed. “Sorry”. You laughed, stepping back and letting the rather large Nokia 3310 move around as he liked. “It’s of no problem to me, I enjoy your affection.” He explains, moving his body to a sort of sitting position. “Thats good to hear, I think.” You we’re worried that he may judge you for your affection toward him, cause come on, he could pass for a lampshade, and you still love him.
“How was it here while we were gone?” He asked, rather curious. “Well…. More windows were broken, we have had three harvests, aaannnd they came up with a new technology that seems rather odd to me.” You name off, counting on your fingers while thinking of the most prominent things you could remember. “What kind of technology?” He asks, turning to you lightly, seemingly very curious. “I don’t know, but it reminds me of that one game I played a long time ago. WhT was it called… it started with a ‘D’. Hmmmm.” You thought for a a few, then, “AHAH! Detroit: become human! That’s it!” You exclaimed excitedly.
“Wow, they just keep enhancing every day huh. Those machines must be happy with their bodies.” He said, though you could send some sort of sadness. “Hey, everything okay TARS?” You asked, slightly worried about this handless drawer. “Oh yes, I’m fine, just hard getting around with this bull sometimes.” He somewhat hurriedly explained. “I could talk to them if you want, I can see if they can somehow, I don’t know, transfer your data?? Or your conscious? If you’d like me to that is.” You add that last part swiftly and look at him worriedly, hoping not to have pressured the microwave.
He seemed to be thinking about it because of how long it took him to answer. “I think we should do it.” He stated, turning to you fully. You were still stuck on the word we, but you were still excited. “I can’t wait then.” You smiled to him, happy about what was to come.
A dimly lit motel room somewhere along the Gulf — the kind of place where time folds in on itself and no one asks questions. The rain outside is soft but constant, like static pressing against the walls. Rust stands by the window, shirt half-open, cigarette burning low between his fingers. You’re still in bed, sheets wrapped around your bare skin, heartbeat thrumming too loud in your chest.
He goes to sit on the edge of the bed, fingertips brushing along your thigh like he’s reminding himself you’re here. Not some fever dream. Not something he’ll have to forget to keep going.
Rust Cohle//lazy day ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
Mid-morning sunlight spills through half-open blinds, casting soft lines across tangled sheets and bare skin. The air smells like coffee that never got finished, the fan spins slow overhead, and Rust is lying beside you, one arm folded beneath his head, the other lazily tracing the shape of your hip beneath the blanket.
Rust Cohle//mistake shadows ࿎࿎
An abandoned refinery outside Lafayette, Louisiana. The sun is just starting to drop, throwing long shadows over rusted metal and broken concrete. The unsub is holed up inside — a paranoid ex-survivalist responsible for a string of abductions. Tensions are high. You and Rust are leading the approach. A rookie officer from local PD is covering rear flank — shaky, too green to be here.
You and Rust move in low, controlled. You’re first through the doorway into a wide, echoing room. Rust’s behind you — quiet, sure. The unsub’s here. You can feel it — the heavy silence, the tension in the air.
Then, behind you—Clatter. A boot kicks an old can. Loud. Stupid.
Joseph Cooper//In the Stars ✈︎✧
Aboard the Endurance, somewhere between Earth and Dr. Brand’s distant colony planet. The hum of the ship’s engines and the soft pulse of the life‑support system are a steady backdrop. You’re both alone in the observation deck, stars trailing past the panoramic viewport like silent witnesses.
You (voice barely above a whisper): “How long until we reach Brand’s signal?”
Cooper (leaning against the rail, arms folded, eyes on the stars): “Another thirty‑six hours, if we keep this vector.“
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