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Happy: Where are you going?
Peter: To go get some advice from a wise person.
Happy: Pepper is gone for the day.
Peter: Tony it is.
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Shawn: Hey Woody, I bet you five bucks you can’t eat the whole box.
Woody: Five? Why don’t we make it fifty? Oh-ho, you’re gonna regret this.
Gus: [Sighs] I’ll call poison control. [On the phone] Fran, it’s me, just a heads up.
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Quark: Listen, kid-
Jake: Please, call me Jake.
Quark: I’d really rather not. If I named you, I might become attached.
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Of all the stupid ways someone can gamble with their life, let me tell you: there is a special place in hell reserved for those dumb enough to die trying to out-stubborn Helen Magnus.
Will Zimmerman to any bad guy, probably
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Eric: (introducing himself) Eric Chapman. Eric with a C, Chapman with a C.
Rudyard: How is that relevant?
Antigone: Oh, Eric with a C, nice and friendly, Erik with a K, evil.
Georgie: I didn’t know that.
Antigone: Everybody knows that.
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harpers-mirror · 7 years
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jackofallfandomsmasterofnone replied to your photo “Moved all our board games due to new shelving and…okay, I’m willing to...”
Which one is your favorite?
I cannot pick just one, so here’s a top three, consisting of three different types of game!
1. Amerigo - Sail your ships around the world to claim and settle territory, harvest natural resources, earn a bit of gold - all while fending off pirates and the other players who may try and encroach on your new world. Featuring a really neat mult-colored cube system to determine what actions may be taken in a turn (makes sense in context!) and a randomly-generate map to increase replay value, Amerigo is probably my favorite game we currently own. (It’s also one I’m really really good at, which helps!)
2. Bohnanza - As @thekidxp always explains, Bohnanza is “the most cutthroat bean-farming game you’ll ever play.” Reminiscent of Pit, Bohnanza (a bilingual bonus pun - “bohn” means “bean” in German!) is all about the acquisition and selling of assets. Namely, all kinds of beans, from the ultra-rare cocoa beans (only four in the whole game) to the common chili beans and coffee beans. The challenge of the game comes from limited bean-planting space (do you really want to take up one of your precious few fields holding out for one last green bean?) and from the unalterable hand order rule - cards must be played in the order they are drawn from the deck. Watch alliances form and brother turn on brother as the beans dwindle and fields fill up!
3. Superfight - Originally a Kickstarter project, Superfight is goofy and delightful card-combo-judging game in the vein of Cards Against Humanity or Apples to Apples (though Superfight falls decidedly more on the PG end of the scale than CAH, unless you buy the naughtier expansions). The rules book lists a variety of ways to play the game, but the basic premise remains the same - pair an entity card (Mr. Rogers, Genghis Khan, the player’s mom) with two attribute cards (shoots laser beams from their eyes, exceptionally sticky, 10 of them) to create a superhero or villain. This game is a personal favorite of my family, where to date, the best combinations of all time come courtesy of my father: “a kindergarten class that can’t stop dancing and hasn’t slept in three days” and “a senior citizen bowling team armed with a catapult and endless livestock.”
@thekidxp, as co-owner of the hoard, you wanna rec a personal fave or two?
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terrayoung · 7 years
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Crossover ask: Librarians and Night Court
To start, this is in an AU where they take place in the same time period, cos otherwise the ages and stuff wouldn’t really work out.
A crossover ship I’d dig:
A pre-Eve Flynn and Harry would be neat as a short-term thing. Like, I don’t think they’d work out in the long term, but their silliness/geekiness would mesh well and they also have their serious moments. 
And I like the idea of Cassandra having a bit of a crush on Roz.
A crossover BroTP I’d dig: 
For some reason I’m liking the idea of Jenkins and Selma - they’re both older and snarky and reluctant to admit just how much they care about their makeshift little family. 
And others I don’t have any detailed thoughts on: Mac and Jake, potentially Dan and Ezekiel, and Christine and Cassandra. Maybe Mac and Eve. 
Not exactly a BroTP, but I’d love to see Harry’s reaction to Cal. He’d probably think it was a bizarrely detailed magic trick, but love it once it’s revealed to be 1. real magic and 2. actually Excalibur.
A crossover Frenemies I think would be inevitable: 
Harry and Jenkins - they’d get on each other’s nerves for similar reasons to why Flynn and Jenkins do and Dan and Jenkins’s resemblance would be a bit freaky for Harry once he noticed it. But I think Jenkins would appreciate Harry’s more serious moments and his devotion to his friends, while Harry would like how Jenkins knows about real magic and how for all his grumbling he cares about his friends/family as well. (Don’t tell Harry that Jenkins actually kind of likes Barry Manilow’s music though - he’d never forgive him for that.)
Mac and Ezekiel? Ezekiel’s…Ezekiel-ness - esp. his being a thief  - would bug Mac, while Mac’s straight-lacedness would in turn bug Ezekiel. But if they caught a glimpse of the other’s hidden depths - Ezekiel’s tech skills/more serious side and Mac’s cruel streak - they might start to get along a bit better.
A crossover badass duo I think would be inevitable: 
I’d say Eve and Roz. Eve’s already a good Guardian and I bet Roz would’ve been a good one in another life. 
A crossover animosity I think would be inevitable:
Dan and Jenkins, for sure. Dan thinks Jenkins is too stuffy and moral, Jenkins thinks Dan’s too selfish and doesn’t really care about his job. Anyone from either team pointing out how much they physically resemble each other - Dan looking like a younger Jenkins or Jenkins looking like an older Dan - just makes them resent the other more. 
Mel Tormè and the entire Librarians team. The second he noticed something off/magical about the team he’d be out of there quicker than you could blink. Poor guy’s dealt with enough crap from the Night Court crowd - I’d hate to add magic into the mix. 
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Bones: I’m giving up alcohol for a month.
Kirk: Really?
Bones: Sorry, that came out wrong.
Bones: I’m giving up. Alcohol for a month.
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I am a scientist. I seek to understand me: all of my impurities, and evils yet unknown.
Bruce Banner.
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hephaestuscrew · 6 years
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De Ja Vu
This is my @w359ss gift for @jackofallfandomsmasterofnone. Hope you like it and that you’re having a good festive period! (Also sorry I made this so much more angsty than it needed to be- that’s my way!)
Dr Hilbert’s Lab
Some point after Ep 46: Bolero but before Ep 53: Dirty Work 
Eiffel came to in a blurred cloud of his own blood, his mouth full of that far-too familiar metallic taste. His body shuddered as the coughs took hold. Beneath the agony, he dimly felt a strange sensation in his left hand; someone was clasping it so tightly that their nails were piercing his skin. He tried to focus on the shape by the bedside, but his head threatened to explode with the effort. He closed his eyes again and drifted through the pain.
Later, he became aware of a familiar voice, a voice that sounded like home and safety. The voice was saying “A small Hawaiian pizza is $11.99, a medium one is $13.99, a large…”
“What are you doing, Commander?” Eiffel said. Or rather, tried to say, because it came out as an incoherent groan.
“Eiffel, oh my god, you’re awake!” Minkowski’s voice trembled slightly. He looked up at her and briefly managed to focus enough to see the Commander’s pale face and the bags beneath her eyes.
“What’s going on?” Eiffel asked, slowly forcing out the words.
“Well, the Decima virus seems to hav-”
“Yeah, I guessed that,” He interrupted. “But were you reading a pizza menu, or am I hallucinating?”
“Oh, I thought I’d read something you’re interested in, in case you could hear...” Minkowski said, holding up the Dominos leaflet. “Remind you what you’ve got to live for,” she added, half-earnest, half-embarrassed. Eiffel almost laughed, but instead shook with another fit of coughing and choking.
“You’re going to be okay, Eiffel. You’ve got to be okay. I’m here. I’m here. Please…” Minkowski muttered, nearly crushing his hand. Somehow, the terror in her voice scared Eiffel more than the deadly virus coursing through his bloodstream. Him being about to die was nothing unusual, but he had never heard Commander Renee Minkowski sound this vulnerable.
When the coughs subsided, he swore profusely, with as much force as his feeble gurgling voice could muster. He remembered another occasion when he’d nearly died, when Minkowski had jumped into the solar storm to save him. “I am going to drown in space!” he said, sounding more indignant than despairing. “In my own blood!”
“We gave you another transfusion of Lovelace’s blood. Hopefully that’ll kick in soon.” She squeezed his hand with an attempt at reassurance.
“No Dr. Frankenstein to cut me open this time,” Eiffel pointed out.
“No, but I’ve been reading his notes.” The steely determination he knew so well had returned to her voice. She gestured to the small black notebooks floating around the lab. “I’ll do whatever I can.” For a while, there was silence other than Eiffel’s tortured breathing.
“Will you promise me something?” he asked eventually, his tone slow and serious as he tried to gather strength.
“Of course, Eiffel.”
“Promise me you’ll make sure I get a proper funeral back on Earth, a real one.” At Eiffel’s use of the word funeral, Minkowski took such a deep intake of breath that it could have seriously disrupted the lab’s oxygen supply. "Make sure there are plenty of people there…” he continued. “Make sure Anne comes.”
“You’re not going to die, Eiffel,” Minkowski said, in her listen-to-your-Commander voice.
“You can’t order me not to die. I’ve never obeyed orders anyhow,” he joked, unable to summon the wry smile he thought his punchline deserved.
A sob escaped Minkowski and her pretence at composure broke. “I’m not going back to Earth without you.”
“I need you to speak at my funeral, Commander.”
“What?”
“You know, stand up and say…” He paused, but it was more to try and catch his breath than for dramatic effect. “Doug Eiffel, I knew him well.” His Minkowski impression was even worse when his lungs were filling with blood. “He was an utter- arsehole.” He spat out the final word and closed his eyes. The attempt at imitation had exhausted him.
"I can’t even think about that. I can’t think about losing you.” Minkowski said, aggressively, almost yelling. “I'll speak at your funeral in seventy years, after you've died peacefully in your bed! I’ll tell them-” But Eiffel had lapsed into another attack of coughing, more urgent than any before. The air was filling with red droplets. He spasmed violently. Minkowski let go of his hand, grabbed one of Dr. Hilbert’s notebooks and started desperately flicking through. He was convulsing all over.
Amongst the choking sounds, she thought she heard her Communications Officer say “Please, Renee...”
 “I promise, Doug. I promise,” she whispered.
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podcastpissbaby · 6 years
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Here is a link to the playlist on Spotify>>> https://open.spotify.com/user/melodykosbab/playlist/1QuQnI6zhDGs9lDztvp7Y5
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Clint: Surprise!
Tony: What is it?
Clint: Oh, just a little somethin’ somethin’ to say thank you.
Tony: Oh, Barton this is...my watch.
Clint: Uh-huh. I got it fixed for you.
Tony: When did it break?
Clint: Anyway...
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Yin: Don’t make this difficult for yourself, Shawn.
Shawn: Difficult for myself? I was born difficult for myself.
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Sisko: What do you guys say when you are answering comms?
Miles: What’s up?
Julian: Who dis be?
Ezri: No, she’s dead, this is the new host.
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Long HC. Food TW
When Clint first started working for SHIELD, he was almost homeless and had too many instances of not knowing if he was going to get to eat on any given day. Because of this, Clint would eat whatever was put in front of him regardless if he liked, or disliked the taste, texture, spiciness etc. (Coulson and Fury had to physically wrestle a fruit salad from his hands when he continued to eat it while breaking out into hives from the pineapple). If the food was non-perishable, he would sometimes store it away in case he was fired from SHIELD. Fury knew Barton felt secure in his job when he started leaving food on his plate when he felt full, and started choosing food based on personal preference.
When Natasha joined SHIELD she would only eat food she bought and prepared herself, or food from a can she opened herself. The leaders in Red Room convinced the children that if they ever walked away from the Red Room, they would have a spy poison their food. Natasha knew it was a manipulative tactic, but the fear stayed with her nonetheless. When she felt safe enough to tell her teammates, Maria would take a bite of any food Natasha was served to show her it was safe. Fury knew his agent felt secure on the day she ate food she was served without anyone there to taste it first.
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Eiffel: I’m glad you all could be here to commemorate the worst day of my life.
Hera: No. I thought the worst day was when you didn’t get pulled on stage on that Spin Doctors concert.
Minkowski: Or when your mother substitute taught your sex-ed class.
Hilbert: What about the day when we made you stop wearing your visor upside down?
Lovelace: I thought the worst day was the day you got that haircut that you currently have right now.
Eiffel: Remember that time I got my shirt caught in…Wait a minute. Why am I participating in this?
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