Due South 3x03 picspam, part 2!
As promised!
Welsh imparts his wisdoms.
Ray considers. Welsh knows to push things when Ray has his thinking face on, because it can only be trouble.
Meanwhile, Fraser is pretty.
It's Frannie! :D
Frannie and Ray flirt give each other flak.
Ray's life is hard.
Fraser does not get it. Or is refusing to. ♥
Ray is not impressed with you.
Ray likes being on TV. *hearts*
And is pretty.
See?
Okay, so they expect Frannie to do any work with everyone leaning all up on her like that? Eesh.
When Ray is prompting you on the computer? It's a sign of something.
This is totally my OT4 now okay.Someone write that fic pls.
FACES. <3
Kevin, everyone thinks you're a jerk.
Fraser? Still pretty.
Here starts a whole lot of action!Ray. It is kind of hot.
Ray thinks you are stupid.
Grey jacket, brown shirt with the collar out... oh, Ray.
Oh look, it's the Scotiabank building. *pays attnetion to Ray*
I love his dorktastic glasses so much.
Srs bsns, even in flippy glasses.
Ray is too cool, okay?
Whoa, became Billy Tallent there for a second.
I was trying to come up with something funny he could be yelling, here. I failed. Ah well. *ogles hands*
Hands. Gun. Hands. Hi.
Ray has an interesting decorating style. Very... randomsauce.
Also: all this business with camping equipment makes me think Ray and Fraser should totes go on campout. Maybe Fraser thinks about Ray's bike on the wall, there, and takes it into his head thy should go cycle the trails. :P
Shoulder holster = om nom nom.
Hey, it's a... set piece. I should lean all on it.
Frannie appears, and Ray has to give her more grief. Totally sublimating. Ray has a habit of this, methinks.
Tongue!
Skeptical Frannie is skeptical.
Smart-ass. <3
Hee.
Aww, Ray. Your life is so complex!
Fraser will now stare soulfully across the room at Ray. Because.
Bike on the wall. Oh, Ray. *heart*
"I could do that. I choose not to." *HEART HEART HEART*
Fraser, at like a bigger weirdo, why don't you.
"Shh! I'm receiving a transmission!"
Maybe not this way after all...
Ray's thinking: "Man, we could so be parking right now if we didn't have company."
Ohshit! Girl! Awkward! *pets Fraser*
Aw, Frannie, Fraser is just not susceptible to the eyes.
Ray has to break it up. Because.
Indoor camp-out times!
Break-dance, Fraser!
Okay, so, Ray's cell phone rings and the first instinct is... pounce? Okay then.
FACE. Paul, ilu.
Ray wore poor Fraser out, hehe.
Man, I think I got to second base back there.
And Ray... leans his head back on Fraser's hand.
Pretty.
Pretty.
This is Fraser's "I must now tell you the terrible truth" face. It's kind of dorky.
Pretty!
Fraser is also pretty in the rain.
Run away! (Also, how stupid do those goons have to be to just open fire randomly like that? I mean, you can kill two detectives and a police lieutenant, but your ass is grass afterward, though. Enh. *handwave*)
Super Ray! Hee.
BB, it helps to have your eyes open when you shoot things. Also where are your glasses now?
!!!!!
Eyelashes. <3
Badass Ray. Also hands, hi.
We're saved! (Which is good because I'm standing with my back to these creeps and I'm wearing bright frickin' red in a FOREST.)
Hands, wrists, nom nom.
I see you!
Elaine is so freaking pleased with herself. Aw.
"Uh. Kick 'im in the head?" ♥!!!
Mountie mud wresting!
Look how gleeful Ray is. Awww.
\e/
Smiley boys, aw.
<3 <3 <3
Fraser would like to know what has warped in the world when he is more rumpled than Ray. Heh.
Welsh arrived for some concluding exposition. Huzzah!
Bruce is safe and Fraser is pretty. Happy ending! *g*
Tada!
In other news, warm weather makes me go around cleaning things. What is up with that?
Welsh imparts his wisdoms.
Ray considers. Welsh knows to push things when Ray has his thinking face on, because it can only be trouble.
Meanwhile, Fraser is pretty.
It's Frannie! :D
Frannie and Ray flirt give each other flak.
Ray's life is hard.
Fraser does not get it. Or is refusing to. ♥
Ray is not impressed with you.
Ray likes being on TV. *hearts*
And is pretty.
See?
Okay, so they expect Frannie to do any work with everyone leaning all up on her like that? Eesh.
When Ray is prompting you on the computer? It's a sign of something.
This is totally my OT4 now okay.Someone write that fic pls.
FACES. <3
Kevin, everyone thinks you're a jerk.
Fraser? Still pretty.
Here starts a whole lot of action!Ray. It is kind of hot.
Ray thinks you are stupid.
Grey jacket, brown shirt with the collar out... oh, Ray.
Oh look, it's the Scotiabank building. *pays attnetion to Ray*
I love his dorktastic glasses so much.
Srs bsns, even in flippy glasses.
Ray is too cool, okay?
Whoa, became Billy Tallent there for a second.
I was trying to come up with something funny he could be yelling, here. I failed. Ah well. *ogles hands*
Hands. Gun. Hands. Hi.
Ray has an interesting decorating style. Very... randomsauce.
Also: all this business with camping equipment makes me think Ray and Fraser should totes go on campout. Maybe Fraser thinks about Ray's bike on the wall, there, and takes it into his head thy should go cycle the trails. :P
Shoulder holster = om nom nom.
Hey, it's a... set piece. I should lean all on it.
Frannie appears, and Ray has to give her more grief. Totally sublimating. Ray has a habit of this, methinks.
Tongue!
Skeptical Frannie is skeptical.
Smart-ass. <3
Hee.
Aww, Ray. Your life is so complex!
Fraser will now stare soulfully across the room at Ray. Because.
Bike on the wall. Oh, Ray. *heart*
"I could do that. I choose not to." *HEART HEART HEART*
Fraser, at like a bigger weirdo, why don't you.
"Shh! I'm receiving a transmission!"
Maybe not this way after all...
Ray's thinking: "Man, we could so be parking right now if we didn't have company."
Ohshit! Girl! Awkward! *pets Fraser*
Aw, Frannie, Fraser is just not susceptible to the eyes.
Ray has to break it up. Because.
Indoor camp-out times!
Break-dance, Fraser!
Okay, so, Ray's cell phone rings and the first instinct is... pounce? Okay then.
FACE. Paul, ilu.
Ray wore poor Fraser out, hehe.
Man, I think I got to second base back there.
And Ray... leans his head back on Fraser's hand.
Pretty.
Pretty.
This is Fraser's "I must now tell you the terrible truth" face. It's kind of dorky.
Pretty!
Fraser is also pretty in the rain.
Run away! (Also, how stupid do those goons have to be to just open fire randomly like that? I mean, you can kill two detectives and a police lieutenant, but your ass is grass afterward, though. Enh. *handwave*)
Super Ray! Hee.
BB, it helps to have your eyes open when you shoot things. Also where are your glasses now?
!!!!!
Eyelashes. <3
Badass Ray. Also hands, hi.
We're saved! (Which is good because I'm standing with my back to these creeps and I'm wearing bright frickin' red in a FOREST.)
Hands, wrists, nom nom.
I see you!
Elaine is so freaking pleased with herself. Aw.
"Uh. Kick 'im in the head?" ♥!!!
Mountie mud wresting!
Look how gleeful Ray is. Awww.
\e/
Smiley boys, aw.
<3 <3 <3
Fraser would like to know what has warped in the world when he is more rumpled than Ray. Heh.
Welsh arrived for some concluding exposition. Huzzah!
Bruce is safe and Fraser is pretty. Happy ending! *g*
Tada!
In other news, warm weather makes me go around cleaning things. What is up with that?