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stormblessed95 · 6 months

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Lord knows i cannot stand people like this who honestly think that the way to know people are dating or not is by their “moments”. Anon, I didn’t know we were all watching a Jikook movie. It is like Jimin and Jungkook aren’t real people who deserve a right to privacy, no they always have to brandish their lives to us 24/7 cuz they need us to always have proof of them being a couple or not.

It seems to me that some of you just do not understand that when circumstances change, certain things change as well. Look at you talking about Jikook having no moment. Anon, how are we supposed to see their moments as much when we aren’t getting as much content of them as a group anymore? How do u expect to get the same kind of moments when everyone is pretty much busy doing their own stuff now? Unless u are a fly on the wall or u have a camera hidden in Jikook’s houses, how tf would u know what they are up to? See you talking about “Jk keeps saying he is busy but has time to hang with his gang while Jimin is home alone” lmaooo. Anon, since u live with Jikook and know what they are up to all day, can u tell me what Jimin had for breakfast this morning? I’d really like to know. People like you who think they know all all the boys’ movements really make me laugh. Tae literally posted a photo a few weeks ago of vminkook in Jeju. If Tae didn’t post those pics would any of us have ever known those three were in Jeju together? Did u see them, did they tell you? We know that sometime (maybe) around chuseok Jikook were probably together doodling on their phones. Did u see them do that anon? Jk said Jimin keeps coming to him and saying “peuriri” and he’s heard it soo much that he is scared he might say that on stage by mistake. So i guess Jk was hallucinating when Jimin kept coming to him and saying this cuz according to your logic, Jk is “busy” and doesn’t have time to see Jimin and only makes time for his gang, yet we keep getting information that shows that they actually see each other much more than we know. Do u honestly think the only way Jimin and Jk can see and spend time with each other is by going out to hang out or doing challenges together? How shallow are you? Yes the truth is that these days, we don’t have enough information to really determine the nature of Jikook’s relationship. We see very little of them and know very little too and i guess that it why it is safe to say they might or might not be cuz things change, but judging from the “2 sec Live” we watched a few days ago, and everything else that has happened in chapter two with Jikook, it seems like nothing has changed about how they feel for each other. It is clear that they still love each other so much and are still very present in each other’s lives. The only thing that is different is that we don’t have content anymore. So stop with ur stupidity anon.

Also, queer people sing about straight sex and girls all the damn time u idiot. Do u think artists only sing songs they personally relate to? Artist sing both songs they relate to and songs that they don’t. They may release songs that are trendy, or that sell. So u think that Jk singing about girls debunks Jikook is one of the stupidest things u can say and i hope u don’t repeat that anywhere else. For one, Jk didn’t write any of those songs. Scooter braun literally brought “Seven” all prepared and wanted Jk to sing it cuz he thought his voice will match well with the song and Jk liked the idea. The song is catchy and trendy. Jk too had no writing credits for 3D. He is JUST the performer and while the performers may relate to the songs they sing sometimes, they don’t always. Besides what on earth did u expect? Did u expect Jk to start singing about fucking men when he is still (probably) closeted? Lmaooo. Some of y’all are really stupid.

Jimin and Jungkook’s lives are not up for display. They don’t live their lives to provide “moments” for shippers. If u want to think Jikook is not real because u don’t see their moments anymore, be my guest but keep ur stupidity to urself and stop being a pest on Jikook blogs.

*sorry I'm late posting your response to that previous anon, i dont have anything to say really, but happy to post your rant for you*

#jikook antis #jikook #kookmin

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joonberriess · 1 month

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the deal between hybe and umg is a slap in the face from bang pd. especially after the work that palestinian armies had put into the hybe divest from zionism initiative. and i say palestinian armies because a lot of armies are harassing and d*xxing them for speaking and standing for what is right. it's morals before kpop, not kpop before morals. baby armies don't know what scooter is capable of, they'll be eating their words when he claims that he was a direct contributor to bts' global success. the worst scenario would be that he makes them perform in isnotreal. he is very capable of that. baby armies shouldn't dickride this man, he is a sick f*ck.

always morals over kpop like idk why it should even be a question to begin with, it’s pretty damn obvious what we should be choosing???

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lokitu · 2 years

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Fast Food Rep, part 1

- commissioned and written by DeltaC -

i. Perlman: O’Grady! In my office…NOW!!!

O’Grady: Whoa Perlman ever heard of using your inside voice? What the heck has your shining dome spinning like a disco ball?

Perlman: Cut the bullshit I don’t want to hear it! Not now! Mind explaining what I am looking at here?

O’Grady: Huh? This is how you treat your Exec VP of Marketing? You really need to mind that tone. I’ll let it slide for now…

Perlman: Hey hot shot, for once can you just stop running your mouth, and for the love of god just answer my question!

O’Grady: Fine. You really aren’t much fun until you have that first swig of brandy.

Perlman: Get on with it. I am not getting any younger…

O’Grady: Perlman, buddy of mine, what we have here is our next marketing hit. I mean this here baby is going to go viral. Just look at that charming face and electrifying smile. This here is the face that will launch a thousand motorized scooters scooting into the double wide seating of our clients fine eateries across the nation. And not only that…

Perlman: Hard stop. Did you really go off script again? You were specifically instructed to stay on script. YOU were told to get an all American corn fed fat boy for this commercial. I am pretty damn sure I told YOU to get a guy with a dad bod borderline FAT. Why the fu..

O’Grady: Let me stop you there Perlman, buddy. Have I ever led you astray with any of my past decisions? How many times have I saved this ad agency from losing a single client? Come on Matty. Trust your golden goose here.

Perlman: Are you kidding me?! Not only have you gone off script but from the looks of it you didn’t even bother to get a professional model. Did you really pick out your fitness obsessed husband for this?

O’Grady: Matty you know that our viewers don’t want to see themselves on screen; they want to see an idealized version of themselves on screen. They’ll eat and buy anything we want so long as the right face is selling it to them. Besides, he is cute if I do say so myself.

Perlman: God dammit John! Here is the bottom line. Either your husband there gains enough weight to pass as a fat guy for this commercial or we are going the dad bod route. And by the looks of it your husband there won’t cut it as a dad. So, either he gets fat enough for this gig or you better start memorizing the script because you’ll be starring in the commercial. So, if I were you I’d put that raise you got last year to good use, fatten up that husband of yours or start investing in some big and tall clothing for yourself.

Golden goose? More like a golden cow. Hahaha!!!

Take this as a learning experience John. Don’t fuck with me. You don’t have the weight around here to pull this kind of shit. Well maybe you’ll have the weight soon enough.

Oh and one last thing you better get used to a well rounded husband in the bedroom. From what I hear, more cushion for the pushin is always much more fun.

*** O’Grady: Fuck fuck fuck!

Client requirements: Male: 6’0” + height Weight: 300 lbs minimum with a top weight of 500 lbs. Maximum weight is negotiable.* Sopkeman is to demonstrate weight gain as the project progresses. If the chosen spokesman is unable to meet minimum metrics a substitute MUST be found immediately.

*If the spokesman meets and exceeds maximum set weight he shall be given a personal fitness instructor to lose weight. Of course, if the model opts out of fitness instructor he may be compensated handsomely with an annual allowance for clothing and food.

***

Oh Christ there has to be a way out! There is no way I’m letting Steve gain weight. And there is no way in HELL I am going to replace Steve in the commercial. What kind of script is this? What company would even want a fat spokesperson purposely gaining weight! It has never been seen.

Steve: Hey John are you okay?

John: Yikes! Don’t sneak up on me.

Steve: Haha since when can I sneak up on you? Anywho, I can hear you cursing from the bedroom. Are you planning on coming to bed anytime soon?

John: Yes of course I’ll be right in babe. *oh god how am I going to break it to him. He doesn’t deserve to pay for my fuck up.*

Steve: Come on John. Put that paperwork down and let’s have some fun in the bedroom to help you unwind. If you’re lucky I’ll give you a back massage afterwards.

John: Awww you spoil me you know that right?

Steve: I know I do. Not as much as you spoil me though. I still can’t believe you want me to star in this commercial of yours. You know I have zero background in acting. I mean I am flattered and you know I will give it my all.

**Oh god my heart just dropped. I have to tell him. What is he going to say? How is he going to react? He’ll never forgive me. Everything is fucked**

Hey Earth to John! Are you listening? Come on, let's get you to bed.

John: Oh, oh right there. Stay on that spot. A little bit to the right…okay lower lower. Oh god yes! My lower back has been killing me. Steve, you got some magic fingers there. It’ll be a shame you’ll lose so much strength after this gig is over…

Steve: Huh?

John: …shit…ahhh…a little higher?

Steve: Babe, what did you mean that’ll it be a shame I’ll lose strength after the gig is over?

John: Nothing. Nothing. You know me, I speak nonsense when I’m stressed and under the spell of those strong fingers…come on keep rubbing my back.

Steve: Yeah, I know you so well, and I know you start talking fast and enter executive VP mode trying to throw me off the scent. Plus your voice spikes and you get all defensive. Come on, spit it out. Baby, talk to me.

John: YOU HAVE TO GET FAT FOR THIS GIG! I mean who the hell orders a commercial starring a fat guy getting FATTER! It makes no damn sense. And sure maybe I should have read through the entire contract. But come on, it read as a straightforward fast food commercial. And I can’t find a way out of this for either one of us…

Steve: Ummm come again? I need to get fat and continue to get even fatter.

John: And that is only the half of it. If we can’t get you up to 300 lbs minimum I have to take your place in the commercial. I just can’t gain. I don’t want to be a whale. I just can’t…

**smoooch**

Steve? What are…why? Aren’t you pissed at me? I just fucked our lives.

Steve: Shut up you big beautiful dork. We’ll sort it out in the morning. Now, I gave you a massage. The least you can do is go ahead and give junior a nice tug and make some love with me…you know before my big 300 lbs belly covers it up.

*John blushes*

Hey, you always did enjoy paying special attention to my bum. Just picture it three times wider and all the fun we’ll have.

John: Steve…

Steve: John, baby, for tonight forget all your worries. Tomorrow is a new day. And hey I expect a big breakfast tomorrow. I'm eating for two now after all. Now pull yourself together and come and get it papi.

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solitudeandseclusion · 1 month

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why is scooter braun always so keen to have his claws sink deep into artists with huge fanbases? nobody likes him but he still hovers around all these super famous artists trying to claim any bit of their success as his own. he has been named & shamed, dragged to hell and back but he has no damn shame?? just fkn quit and leave artists alone.

#opinion #scooter braun #music #also not to forget #fuck bang sihyuk #hybe #boycott divest sanction #hybe divest from zionism #hybe remove scooter braun

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taxevasiontactics · 11 months

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The Godmother's Godchild [4] - To What Great Heights...

Synopsis: You make good on your word to Peppino. In return, he gets exactly what he wants - lots, and lots, and lots of customers. You get the feeling that this won't last as a good thing for very long.

Warning: None.

For once, you have a use for every shilling technique you learned in retail. Everyone you talk to for the next week – every delivery, every pickup, every visit – hears about Peppino’s Pizza. You talk to people you never thought to hold long conversations with. You even learn that the grocer clerk’s name is Pamela after living here for nearly an entire season! You know that your attempts to weave in meal habits as a lead-in are cheesy at best (ha ha), but you get a few nods of acknowledgement during your jabbering. You only hope that your efforts are not in vain.

You get your results back very quickly when you visit the pizzeria shortly after your shameless advertisements.

“Welcome to Peppino’s Pizza!” Gustavo shouts over the kitchen window’s ledge as he jumps up to grab a hanging order ticket. He sees you, lighting up with a smile and calling your name above the din. “Hey! Be with you in a second!”

You see both men in the back, hurriedly rushing around between hot ovens. Dough flies through the air in varying states of roundness, sauce splatters with terrifying accuracy, cheese rains like snow, and toppings scatter in coordinated chaos.

You slip into one of the turning chairs at the counter. You feel like you’re watching a cartoon show through the rectangular view to the back; it’s just missing the sound effects and ridiculous music.

“Take your time!” you try to shout over the din.

You don’t have to wait very long. Just minutes later the kitchen door slams open, and Peppino shoots out with a tower of pizza boxes in either hand. You don’t even get a chance to say hello, he’s so fast – in a flash, he ties them all to the back of his scooter, jumps on, and disappears in a cloud of dust.

Gustavo comes out a few seconds later, hat off and wiping the sweat from his face with a huff. He goes to get a drink from the soda fountain as you hum.

“Busy day?”

“Yes!” He laughs, then comes back to sit with a sigh. “It’s the busiest it’s been for a while! We haven’t had the chance to sit since we opened. When you said you would get the word out, you really got the word out, didn’t you?”

You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I didn’t think they would all call today. I guess we hit the prime time for pizza parties?”

Gustavo guffaws, finishes his drink, and gets up to make your usual order. You catch up over the countertop after he sets it in the oven. You laugh as he complains about his hobby work. Apparently Gustavo yodels, though he doesn’t get much of a chance to show it off to anyone. He lives in an apartment building, which makes for poor practice unless he wants to annoy one of his neighbors. He quilts, too. That’s something he can show off more readily. You make him promise to bring his latest work for you to see when it’s done.

As for you, you’ve gotten the library squared away and got started on the workroom - one of the workrooms. Aunt Marian saw fit to make one dedicated to alchemy and one to spellworks, as well as a storage “closet” (you know damn well it’s bigger on the inside) that you’ve yet to broach. You would be annoyed with her hoarding habits if you didn’t understand the value in every item of the alchemy room. All the other junk? You just don’t have the talent nor preternatural affinity for it, so you tell him you plan on getting rid of it.

“Why?” He leans on his elbow, face resting in the palm. “You could always learn how! Everyone has a bit of something, even if it’s not true right away.’

You chuckle halfheartedly. “Trust me. I’ve tried.”

“Oh.”

Ouch. There it is. The awkward pity face. You thought you got over it, but that still bugs you every time you see it. This is one of the times you prefer kids over adults, they’ll take anything at face value and accept it as it is. Adults either already know the answer, or assume they do. You tell yourself every time, you need to figure out a better way to tell people.

A beat of silence passes before Gustavo clears his throat. “Well, at least you gave it a good try! That’s what matters, right?”

His positivity is genuine, you know, but it still stings. You’re grateful that the kitchen timer dings, summoning him to the back. You have work to get back to, anyways.

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Pamela’s hand waves for your attention at the till as you roll up. She looks like she’s dying to tell you something, fit to burst if she doesn’t spill right this minute. You tilt her head as wordless permission to get on with it.

“Did you see those big trucks this morning?” She whispers scandalously.

“Huh? No.” You frown, handing her a box of dry pasta. “I live outside of town, remember?”

“You missed out, then. There were these big ole trucks that came rumbling down the road when I was driving in this morning. Pshooe!” Pamela’s hand rolls across the counter’s surface, mimicking the vehicles she saw. You recognize it from your morning transits in the city – big rigs, classic highway cloggers. “They were hauling huge containers and flat beds full of construction materials. Steel, brick, lumber, you name it, they had it.”

You make a hum of interest, though the idea has already run through your course of curiosity. You dig out your wallet and thumb between paper slips in anticipation for today’s total.

“What do you think they’re going to use it for?” She slips the money from your hands when you offer it and gets to rifling around for your change. “The mayor’s office didn’t give any notice about a new project, and we’ve never had anything that big come through.”

You scoff, stuffing what she hands back into the proper pockets.

“Corporate something, probably,” you reply. “I’d hate to see whatever warehouse or multimillion condo gets set up. I like how open the land looks out here.”

“Uh-huh, me too. Have a good day!”

“You too, Pam.”

You load up and get out of town. You’ve been in an absolutely dour mood since you last talked with Gustavo. You haven’t even gone back to the restaurant for a few days; no craving means no excuse to hang around. No matter what, be it cleaning, organizing, or simply sitting outside, you can’t get rid of it. It festers in the back of your mind like a worm, burrowing deeper and deeper until it sits at the base of your skull in a tight knot. It’s as absolutely, totally, and utterly frustrating as it is tiring.

The only moment you get any reprieve is when you see Aggie waving to you from the side of the road. You pull over and stick your head out of the window as she comes to your side, leaving behind a gaggle of kids standing around a tall tree. Thomas is among them, you notice. This time, he’s the one who looks extremely annoyed.

“Hi, Doctor!” Aggie greets over your engine. She flashes you a quick, thin smile. Guilt, if you’ve ever seen it. “Uh, can we… ask for your help?”

You give a look to the group, humming. “It wouldn’t happen to involve whatever’s going on over there, would it?”

“Uh, yes.” Her guilt multiplies. “We were flying Thomas’ model plane around when the wind kicked up, and…”

You look up to the higher, thinner branches. Lo and behold, you see a real beauty of an RC plane precariously hanging near the top, tangled up with no way of crudely dislodging it without breaking it. Climbing up there would be a stupid idea; even if the trunk is sturdy and the limbs are thick, the plane is likely out of any child’s reach if they manage to get up there.

“Man,” you mutter, shutting off the engine and getting out. “You’re lucky I like you little punks. What is it with you kids and trees?”

You haven’t climbed that high in years, nor do you don’t know anybody with a tall enough ladder. However, when you step out of your truck and look up, you get a quick shot of adrenaline. You’ve chased a cat before and kept up, track record says your athleticism is fantastic. You are possessed by the confidence of a thousand squirrels. The children need your help. Meddlesome instinct or not, you want a win.

You wrap your limbs around the tree and begin your ascent.

Your confidence wavers six feet above ground. You cannot climb the tree, your body tells you, you are going to fall very, very badly if you keep this up. You elect to ignore its warning and continue upwards, committing to helping despite fear. If you falter, you’ll fall anyways, so don’t look down.

It’s a careful, slow affair. In the time it takes for you to get within sight of your prize, Aggie manages to flag down another adult to assist. You glance down from where you cling to an unsteadily wavering branch. A bewildered Peppino stares back up at you, surrounded by a flock of concerned children.

“I leave you alone for just a little bit- what are you doing this time, crazy?!” He shouts up.

“Helping.” You inch forward. It’s just within sight. “They got their plane stuck in a tree.”

“You couldn’t have asked for help?"

You get another inch, grunting, “Maybe, but I almost have it. It’s within reach. Just a little further.”

“You talking to yourself about all of this doesn’t make it any better! You’re going to fall!”

You ignore him too, willing the wood within your grasp to quit shaking as you shuffle forward like a caterpillar. Just a little further and your fingertips can touch it, then you can grab it and get out of this tree. You can see the younger folk start to back up as your anchor leans downward.

“Careful!” Aggie’s probably biting her nails by the way she suddenly gasps. “Be careful! Be careful!”

“You’re almost there, just a little more!” Thomas shouts upward.

You lunge for it. You snatch the plane from the tree’s hold, victorious, before the world lurches forward with a loud snap. You don’t even have time to yelp. Everything spins in a wild blur, tree and sky and ground all becoming one stretch, stomach slamming your throat as the rest of your body goes tumbling down and you can do nothing but squeeze your eyes shut and tense and curl and wait for the sudden stop.

“Caz-!”

“Ough-!”

Your weight crashes unmitigated into a jumbled mess of limbs. The wind is knocked out of you and aches bloom across your body. For a second, you can do nothing but wheeze for air and stare up at the tree’s canopy, dazed. Underneath you, Peppino groans.

Oh, wow. He caught you.

The realization makes you shoot upright in spite of your protesting tailbone. You hurriedly roll up and off of his stomach, grabbing the plane from where it lies in the grass. Somehow, it's still in one piece after your tumble. You hand it back to Thomas.

“Run along,” you tell them. “Go on. Have fun.”

“Thanks. Uh. Have a good day!” He and the rest of the kids quickly get back to the field, far away from the tree – and far away from Peppino, who sits up and scowls sourly at you.

“What did I tell you?!” He gets up, flinging one hand to where the branch broke. “You were going to fall! What happened? You fell!”

“I was ready to eat dirt if I did,” you retort. “Could’ve driven myself back and patched myself, we’re not far from the house.”

“Oh, you and the broken leg you got from falling. How would you drive with that?”

Peppino’s exaggeration brings a burst of laughter from you. He’s ridiculous. The mental image of trying to push your truck while hobbling along back home is so ridiculous it jostles your brain out of the ruddy ditch it’s wallowed in for the past few days; it manages to make you feel something other than sad. You swallow down your next argument. This isn’t the good deed you were hoping for today, nor the aftermath you expected, but you feel better.

You tromp through the grass towards him, looking him over. Your scrutiny makes him retreat, so you lift a hand to stop him from scuttling back.

“Are you hurt?”

He jumps at your sudden question. “What?”

“Hurt,” you repeat. You vaguely gesture his way. “I fell on you from pretty high up.”

“Oh.” His shoulders slouch again, as does his frown. “I don’t need your worry over my back, I’ll deal with it. Like I always do.”

“If you say so.” That’s all you need. You jab a thumb back at your truck, conveniently located next to his idling vespa. “I’m going home to make some ‘magic tea’ for my back. You’re welcome to it if you want.”

You walk, leaving no room for argument. Peppino follows, though not without a muttered string of low words.

The drive is short. You have to coax your visitor in by crossing your heart again and again, you will not slip anything weird into his drink. No sleeping draught, no forget-me juice, and certainly no shape-changing nonsense! Even after the placating promises, Peppino still treats the doorway like he’s going to get zapped the moment he crosses the threshold.

You can barely hold your laugh when he finally steps inside. His cringing face relaxes, replaced by utter bemusement as he tilts his head.

“You look disappointed!” You continue to chortle, closing the door behind him. “What? What is it?”

“I’ve never seen the inside. I expected Mama Marian’s place to be more… magical,” he mutters.

“Yeah, well, surprise. If she didn’t magic everything she could get her hands on, she was like any other eccentric aunt who hoards and meddles in everyone else’s problems.”

You lead him into the kitchen, getting water on the stove and rummaging through your hackneyed storage space for materials. Peppino sits down at the doily-laden table, fingers drumming on the wood. You can feel his eyes on your back as you work: grinding, sifting, measuring.

“It’s not too different from cooking,” you say over your shoulder. “Just has to be more precise.”

He scoffs, “I can see that. You know everything that is going in, yes? And why? And how?”

“Yup, everything.”

“Then it really isn’t that far.”

You hum in acknowledgement as you both lapse into silence. Peppino’s fingers drum on the wood. Your mortar grumbles when you drag the pestle in its bowl. You hear your pot start to simmer, a small hiss of steam drifting from its spout. Still, you aren’t satisfied with the grain size yet. Bigger than you want becomes inefficient, smaller than what you want lets particles go right through the strainer. You don’t want to waste filter paper for a quick two cups.

The drumming stops. You look behind you and find that the man has fallen asleep sitting at the table, face propped up in one hand with an elbow on the wooden surface. You feel a stroke of empathy for him – lounge chairs and tables were as comfortable as beds when the work was tough – and let him sleep.

You can hear him quietly snoring over the kitchen clock’s ticking. You’re not used to working so leisurely, much less with someone else in the room. You’re hyperaware of every movement, trying to keep your noise to a minimum while you finish up the dry mix and dump into the boiling pot.

Eventually, Peppino shifts in his chair, clearing his throat and shaking out the sleep. Just in time, the dead air was starting to get boring.

“Hey, Peppino?” “What?” He sounds convincingly lucid, you’re impressed.

“When’s the last time you had a decent night’s sleep?”

“Ha!” The man slaps his knee. “Ever since the restaurant got busier, I get up earlier and stay up later! Every day, we hardly even have time to sit down and we rush around like rats. But can I complain?”

He holds his hands in the air, sighing. You thought it was funny when you saw him and Gustavo running around, but if it’s been like that every single day you can’t help but feel bad.

“Maybe a little,” you reply. “No, I cannot.” Peppino sinks back into his chair again, the lines under his eyes multiplying. “We make the payments on time, so I have to keep the customers we get in any way.”

The healing potion has finished brewing, according to your internal timer. You strain it out, dividing the liquid into two mugs. It’s still not maroon, but a weak red will do for pain relief. You bring them to the table, sliding one to your guest.

“Sure,” you say before taking a sip, “but you have to make time for breaks, before your body makes the time for you.”

“I’m robust, I can handle it. There is nothing I can’t do.”

Peppino drains his cup in barely two pulls, bids you good day, and leaves to open the pizzeria. You’re a hypocrite, sure, but that just gives you an insight to what kind of trouble a mindset like that can bring.

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You get a call late at night while you’re trying to shove a heavy table out of the way. You really hate the carved marble stuff, it’s always been a hassle to move anywhere, but there’s your phone on the table’s surface buzzing away with a name you hoped wouldn’t bother you for at least another month. You groan, wipe your face with the back of your arm, and pick up your phone.

“Heyyyy boss.”

When are you going to come back?

God dammit. You take a deep breath inward, praying that the receiver does not pick it up, and run one hand down your cheek to get out the bitter tone before she can hear it. You knew that would be the opening question. You and Candance have never gotten along. She is the corporate face at work, which already puts you at odds with her, but there is just something about her that makes you itch. You understand the budget cuts. You understand the massive workload you and the others have to pick up to accommodate the massive rush of patients at times. You understand the stress that everyone undergoes to keep every one of them healthy while working under such tight constraints, including yourself.

You will never, ever understand why Candance insists on profit margins that directly contradict your job description.

You lean back on the table, your free arm folding across your stomach. “Well, you know, I’m still trying to get the place cleared up. I still have PTO from last year.”

Ah, yes, the year you took no days off. People quit, you picked up the slack, all for no extra pay. You felt bad. You didn’t want anyone else to deal with what you thought you could handle.

I know, but it’s becoming a problem. The work you’ve placed on everyone else in your absence is starting to take its toll.

“They all knew Aunt Marian,” you answer. A stab of guilt goes through your heart anyways. “Look, I just need more time to figure all of this out.”

How much more time? “I… I dunno, as long as I need? It’s still pretty hard-“

I need a concrete answer.

You breathe out without really giving your lungs a chance to absorb the air. It’s always like this. It’s always like this! Better you than someone else, though. You can handle it.

“I’ll get back to you in a month. I’m almost done with the cleanup.”

Alright, good. A month. That works. Don’t forget that your contract expires at the end of the year, we need to renew it when you get back.

“Yup, sure thing boss.”

Take care of yourself. Don’t forget to call me back.

“Will do.”

The call disconnects.

You want to throw something out of the window.

#peppino spaghetti x reader #peppino x reader #pizza tower x reader #tax writeoff (fic)#the godmother's godchild #some fuckin people amirite?#no commentary in the body this time because hoo boy You Gotta Feel That One #enjoy :)

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https://x.com/ryuminating/status/1783395977690509375?s=46

How can she say this when she worked with Tae and even visited him a few weeks ago? 😩 Today’s event made me realize that show business is really just a business. Bang PD aint no better. The way he uplifted himself in that docu series was very telling. He wanted ARMYs to see him as that great father figure who only wants the best for the members, but damn! He would throw them under the bus if given the chance. He’s selfish! I dunno why but after today, I loathe him even more than I loathe MHJ. They wouldn’t be in this situation if not for him in the first place. His greed would be his downfall and the downfall of his company. I just hope he wont drag bts along with him. He’s so manipulative that I’m scared for the day to come that he’d do anything in his power to turn everyone against bts esp Tae. I think he’s been trying to do that already. Ugh! He’s so evil! I hate him so much! I used to admire him during my baby ARMY days, but now, I have nothing but contempt for him 😖

I never liked him. He’s a naive fool who only thinks about profit, he acts like the biggest foul on the planet to get some spare money when he should be kissing BTS’ feet he’s even able to work. Put Ador on a floor higher than BTS, appointed Scooter as a CEO, he’s so stupid it makes me mad.

And his mediaplay is the worst I’ve ever seen, I just hope BTS always stay safe and protected from this people. Especially Taehyung, since he’s a target again.

#he doesn’t deserve this every single time #ugh i hate bang pd with everything in me #why you guys keep mentioning nj visiting tae when it was a rumor 😭#ask #hybe #bts

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yourusername We decided last minute to surprise daddy and join him on his last few shows. Him and princess couldn’t stop throwing hearts at each other 🥺🫶🏻I love my life 🙏🏻

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beberexha Awwww omfg need to meet the little ones soon 💗 enjoy your time with your hubby.

yourusername Yessss, when we shoot the video, we’ll plan something out. Thanks boo 😘💕

urbanwyatt I love you guys ❤️

yourusername We love you uncle nino 🫶🏻

druski2funny Way to flex on us on the jet dude. I thought you were getting it red????

hatergirl I would too flex the things I get because my husband is famous

yourbestiename Lmao you do know she makes music too right????

yourusername Naaa, I live off Jack and spend all his money and what not. Didn’t you know I had his kids to trap him into marriage.

jackharlow Wait I thought it was the other way around? I’m just keeping you for your money babe 😂

yourusername Lmao stop

urbanwyatt Can I keep you guys around for the money????

yourusername I would believe your ass if you wouldn’t make a face anytime I try to pay you for taking care of the kids.

urbanwyatt Why would you pay me for taking care of my goddaughter and nephew???

jackharlow We’re all together for the money don’t forget.

neelamthadhani Aww look at princess, and yes the heart signs was way too cute and the way she yelled “surprise dada we here” 🥺💗

yourusername She was too excited, she kept looking out the window and asking if we were there yet every 5 minutes.

jackharlow My baby 🥺💜

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jackharlow My babies surprised me before the show started today, was even able to spend some quality time with them. Forever thankful for this life I get to live. This is what it’s all about. 💜💜❤️❤️

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urbanwyatt ❤️

neelamthadhani Of course princess had to put you to work 😂 with that scooter

yourusername Her only demand was to have scooter time before “daddy acts silly singing”

jackharlow She thinks is silly now but when she’s older she’s going to think I’m cool 😎

claybornharlow You made mom cry with this post just saying…..

jackharlow 🤦🏼‍♂️ 💔

claybornharlow She says thanks to y/n for inviting her but she couldn’t close down a business so she couldn’t join.

yourusername Tell her to let me know when she’s free and we’ll fly her out to us.

druski2funnny Damn you got it like that???

yourusername Yess all the money I’m stealing from my husband 💅🏼

jackharlow 💀💀💀

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urbanwyatt TWINS 💜💜 princess is always begging to get her pictures taken like her daddy.

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yourusername My babies 🥺🥺

jackharlow That’s my mini, all me 😊

yourusername Calm down show off 🙄

jackharlow Don’t get upset, little man is your twin 💙

yourusername My bubby, yes he is 🥺💙

yourbestiename 😂😂😂 She’s too much I love her

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #instagram au #baby harlow

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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hi!!! i saw you were righting for borderlands and i’d love some more Fl4k and Scooter content in this fandom!! genuinely they’re some of my favs. whatever you feel like writing would be awesome tysm!! 💞💞

Oh heck yeah! I have had Fl4k and Scooter on my mind for a bit so thank you for the request! Feel free to come in literally anytime and request any of the characters I have listed! I do write for others if asked, those are really just the only ones I could think of at the moment. If you want a different character that is not on the list just ask, the worst I can say is no!

This one is for Scooter. I have an idea for Fl4k that is brewing but I want to look into his character in more depth for some details, so for now have this my lovely :)

I literally love each and every borderlands anon/asker I have with my whole heart <3

Optional Mission: Ask The Mechanic

"So, you've never been with anyone you're whole Vault Hunting career, Amigo?" Mordecai asked you with a raised brow. You and the other Vault Hunter all sitting at a table in Moxxi's bar. All of you finally having a moment of freedom to spend with one another, since you were all most of you had.

"Nope, just never found the time to really do anything with anyone." You told him with a shrug, that was partially true. Eyes darting over to Lilith as she raised her drink to take a sip with a smirk. She was your best friend, the reason you were sitting at the table with a bunch of Vault Hunters. So she of course knew the real reason why you had never even thought of sleeping or seeing anyone. Scooter Hodunk was the reasons name, and he had consumed your every thoughts since the moment you had met him nearly five years ago.

It started out as a good friendship, that slowly progressed to where you were now with the greasy mechanic. He was always so bubbly and kind to you, you never understood why so many people took advantage of him. He was always there for everyone, no matter the circumstances.

You had repeatedly gone to Lilith to rant about how oblivious he was. Along with worrying that he didn't feel the same, the Siren always reassured you that that wasn't the case. He may have confessed to everyone else he had a crush on in his life, but the only reason he hadn't with you was that he was genuinely scared of losing you.

"Oh come on, don't lie to us, you got somethin' you're hidin'!" Brick shouted across the table, rolling your eyes with a sigh. You were good at hiding your emotions from others, but these guys have been around you for the past five-plus years. They knew when you were overthinking or lying. "Alright, there is someone on my mind."

Everyone stared at you, waiting for you to continue. "Did you sleep with them?" Brick asked, your eyes narrowing on the brute. "What? No! I just have them on my mind," "A lot," Lilith chimed in, and suddenly all eyes were on her. Trying to get intel out of both of you. They had to be the nosiest group of people that you knew.

"Oh come on, who is it? I swear we won't tell them," Mordecai told you with a grin. "Oh please, I told you to keep it a secret that Tina and I lost Roland's hat when we were making his BnB piece and you snitched the moment I told you." You snapped at Mordecai, and he shrugged. "Well, this is different, amiga." He told you with a chuckle, running a finger in an 'x' motion over his heart. "Cross my heart, hope to die." Everyone else copied Mordecai's actions, though it still didn't make you feel any better. Crossing your arms over your chest.

"I'm not saying a damn thing." You told them all, and a sigh left each and every one of their mouths. Heads rolling and falling back in defeat. Besides Roland, he could hardly care, he just found the whole situation amusing.

"Hey guys, I didn't realize y'all were having a mandatory meeting' here tonight!" That familiar voice rang through your ears. Looking up to the figure that was standing beside you. Of course, you had seen them approach the table, you were a bounty hunter, and you notice things. You just hadn't noticed it was Scooter from the position you were sitting in.

"Scooter! Come join us, this ain't no meeting!" Mordecai chimed, the rest of them agreeing with him. The man pulling a chair up to the table to sit in between you and Roland. "Well don't mind if I do! I love hanging out with you guys, you always have the most badass stories, but if I am intruding please let me know." You smiled at his thoughtfulness, shaking your head. "You aren't intruding, Scoot," You told him, and he looked over at you with a smile. The both of you starring a bit more than you should have. "Well, thanks man, I appreciate it." You nodded, looking back to the others who were all giving you a questioning brow.

A few more rounds of drinks later, Scooter finally asked a question that had you regret allowing him to sit at the table. Let alone right next to you. "So what were you guys talkin' about when I first got here?" Everyone let out drunken chuckles and laughs, pointing over to you and grins. "Oh, we were just trying to figure out who y/n likes," Lilith told, looking over at you with a grin. Shrugging her shoulders with an innocent gaze when you glared.

"Oh really? I didn't know Vault Huters could like people. I mean I guess it makes sense, 'cause of Lilith and Roland, I mean it ain't forbidden is what I'm tryna ask?" You all laughed at this, and Brick was shaking his head. "No, you silly mechanic, of course it ain't forbidden. We can still have lives, we just gotta know we can handle it." "Well," Scooter looked over at you with a small smile, though you could see a bit of sadness in his eyes that threw you off guard. "I'm sure whoever it is is amazing for someone like you to like 'em. I mean, you're just so badass, and strong, and..." He trailed off, staring at your lips for a second too long before looking up to your eyes. "I'm gonna stop talkin' before I regret what I say next, I gotta get back to the shop anyways. Marcos' got this car I need fix up for him, and ya know how crazy he can get." He told you all with a chuckle, standing before pushing his chair in behind himself. "Well, toodles," He spoke, scurrying off before any of you could stop him.

You all watched the guy leave. Staring with questioning gazes. "What the hell was all that about?" You muttered, feeling a bit self-conscious, worrying that you may have done something wrong. "I think Mr. Catch-A-Rides got a little crush," Brick drew out with a giggle, Lilith clapping her hands together. "See, I told you!" She blurted, and everyone's eyes were back on you.

"Scooter?" Mordecai spoke with raised brows. "You like Scooter?" He grinned, putting two and two together. "I'm not judging, I think you two would be cute," He chuckled. "I say you should go tell him," Lilith told you. "I second that, the least he could say is no, he cherishes your friendship too much to ignore you afterward. Plus," Roland leaned in a bit closer to you, turning so he was now facing you, a hand resting on your shoulder. "I really don't think that he'd tell you no." He smiled, and for some reason, Roland's word was more reassuring than you thought they would be. All of their support was. They were your closest friends after all, and hearing that they think he'd say yeah, made you smile. "Really?" They all nodded, saying words of agreement. "Go get him!" Mordecai chimed as you stood up from your seat. It felt like a mission you had to accomplish, and your reward would either be heartbreak or possibly a partner.

Your knock on his door made him freeze what he was doing. He was tidying up his shop that was growing more disorganized with each passing day, but for some reason hearing that you might like someone who he knew wasn't him hurt him a lot more than he thought. Causing him to stay up and clean, rather than hitting the hay like he normally would after he got home from Moxxi's.

"Just a second!" He shouted, hoping whoever it was would hear. He made his way over to the door after quickly finishing what he was doing, opening it cautiously. You never know who you might see on the other side, and if they'd be happy or not to see him.

When he saw your face he felt his heart sink. You were the last person that he wanted to see right now, but he couldn't tell you that. He knew it would make him look petty and he feared losing you oh so bad. "Hey Scoot," You told him with a small smile. You were thankful tonight you only decided to have one drink. You knew if you were even close to drunk he wouldn't listen to a word you had to say and he'd blame it all on the booze. "Hey y/n, what's goin' on? You get kicked out of the bar?" He joked, stepping aside from the door so you could come in. Cursing himself mentally for not coming up with an excuse to be left alone.

You laughed at his comment, and he felt his heart jump in his chest. He loved hearing your laugh so much. "No, Moxxi likes me too much," if only you knew why. Scooter rambled about you to his mom and sister more than he would like to admit. So much that Ellie would try and drop hints to you anytime you had a mission from her, but alas. You were just as oblivious and always assumed Scooter never felt the same.

"So.." He spoke, rubbing the back of his neck while the both of you stood on the metal platform that led into his shop. "So," you mocked back, trying to think of how you were going to do this. You should have asked for more advice from them all. "Well, can I talk to you, Scooter?" You asked, and he nodded with a smile. "Yeah, of course, you can always talk to me. I always got your back, no matter what." He told you, and it had you smiling more than before. You always loved how supportive he was with you.

You led him over to his personal part of the shop so the both of you could sit. Sitting on his bed like the two of you had done many times before when one of you need to rant about something. So Scooter expected you to rant about something one of the other Vault Hunters had said to you. Preparing himself for something absurd that Brick said, or something crazy that Lilith told you, but the nervous look on your face told him otherwise.

"What's going on?" He asked you, slightly turning his body to look at you. "Well," your hands fidgeted in your lap. Eyes fixated on the ground before you could really look up to stare at the wall in front of you. "Remember when they were all trying to figure out who I like?" His expression dropped, reading this very moment. He'd been friend-zoned so badly that you were now coming to him about your stupid crush on this mystery person. God, could his life be any more miserable. "Yeah," his voice wavered, "how could I forget?" He tried to stay positive, but a hint of dread was laced in his tone that you picked up on. "Could I ask for advice?" Hell, what had he done to deserve this? "Yeah, of course, what's you wantin' to ask?"

You paused, licking your lips with a sigh, "well, I just wanted to know if you would suggest I hint to him that I like him, or if I should just be straight up?" Scooter frowned a bit, moving so he was no longer facing you and his feet were planted on the floor. His hands also in his lap, rubbing them together while he sighed. "Well, I would say be straight up, the last thing you want is mixed signals. It's a lot easier if you just tell them, hey, I like you. Rather than hinting and hoping' they get it. I know I suck at takin' hints." He told you, avoiding your gaze when you looked up at him. "Yeah, you really do suck at taking hints." Your voice was soft, and between that and your words, he was left stunned. "What?" He asked, looking over to finally meet your eyes. "Scooter, I like you." He nearly malfunctioned hearing those words.

It took him a second or two to process what you were saying, but when he did he was jumping to his feet to pace around. A surge of energy rushing through his core. "Really?! I mean, shit! I thought you were comin' to me this whole time to tell me about some badass you met while on a mission or somethin'! Not that you like me, I mean. I just don't seem like your type at all." He rambled, and you snickered a bit at how cute it was. "Scooter," he ignored you. "You're just so badass and cool and funny, I didn't think you would like me, that's why I ain't never told you," "Scooter..." "Plus, goddamn aren't you sexy, you're just everything a man could dream of, truly!" He chimed, and you smiled. You stood and grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer to you. Your other hand resting on the side of his neck. A deep blush settling on his face that made you smile. You wished you could take a photo and save it for later.

"Yeah?" he muttered under his breath and you chuckled. "You need to stop talking about yourself like that. I'm just as shocked you like me back. You're so smart, so cute." He glanced to the side with a smile, internally screaming. "Ah jee, ya got me all flustered, I ain't nothin' that special." He told you, his hands coming to reluctantly rest on your chest, to which you chuckled. Your hand on his neck moved around to the back of his head to run your fingers through his hair. "But you are something special, Scooter." You told him with a grin, leaning in so your lips were nearly touching his.

The touch-starved man was nearly in tears with how softly you were touching and holding him. He had never felt this loved by anyone before, and he was so happy that it was you making him feel this way. He couldn't have asked for anything more. You simply holding him and looking at him the way you were was enough for him, but you went ahead and made the deal even better. With your lips pressing against his own.

He swore this was a tactic for you to kill him. He somehow got on someone's bad side and there was a bounty on his head. You took up the offer and this was how you were going to kill him. Distracting him, or simply sucking his soul out of his body through a kiss. It was hard telling, really, but he wasn't exactly complaining. His eyes shut and hands trail over your chest up to wrap around your neck. If this was how he'd die, he'd die the happiest man in Sanctuary.

When you pulled back from the kiss, he had to force himself to open his eyes. Staring up at you with the dopiest look you've ever seen on the man's face. "Wow," you chuckled, thinking you finally put the guy at a loss for words, but he shortly proved you wrong. He just had to think of how to word what he wanted to word. "I thought you were tryin' to kill me, suck my soul out of my body or somethin' with that kiss. I wouldn't be complainin', ya know?" He told you with a sheepish smile.

You rolled your eyes. Leave it to Scooter to say something like that, leaning in with a sigh to kiss the corner of his jaw. "Well, I wasn't trying to kill you, but..." You trailed on, running your hand on the back of his head to trail down his chest and stomach. "I could suck the life right out of you another way if you really wanted." His eyes widened, looking over at you with a shocked glint in his eye. The Gods were really testing him today, weren't they?

(If you want a smutty part two just ask, you didn't say you wanted NSFW so I ended it like this to stay safe😌)

#scooter hodunk #scooter borderlands #borderlands scooter x reader #borderlands x reader #borderlands 2

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justyoursicanon · 1 year

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'iya, i found your account relatively fast and i love how you write, can you maybe do a story of a christmas party with everyone (saxton hale, ms pauling, the administrator, and the entire tf2 gang)

thanks so much!!

Awh why thank you anon! And I appreciate the feedback on my writing! Its always a pleasure to hear that I've done a well job on giving people well written content! :D

That being said, here is your request! Quite a long one but I hope you like it! :]

You may start reading! ^^

"Pyro! Keep your flamethrower steady there partner! Don't want to burn the cookies before anyone gets to even taste em!" Engineer alerted to the arsonist. Pyro, who had lowered the gas of their beloved flamethrower, nodded happily and replied with a muffled "You got it!" Engineer just chuckled, and turned back to cutting more of leftover cookie dough, using his mechanical hand to fix his turtleneck as his other hand pushed onto the cookie cutter.

"Yo hardhat! Ms. Pauling and Hale are coming soon, just wanted ya to know so you don't gotta rush much when they actually pop up yknow?" Scout came by, glancing at Pyro's freshly warmed up cookies and giving the masked merc a thumbs up. "Well thanks Scooter, do me a favor and gently put these in a pan would ya?" "You got it." And as requested, the Scout gently grabs and places them onto the steel pan, poking them away from each other to create space to each other as to not make them stick once they start baking.

Scout proceeds to push both filled pans into the even,clapping hs hands to dust away the excess crumbs. "Thanks again there son, why don't you go ahead and help Slim with the tree? Think I saw him havin a hard time putting a few ornaments up." Scout snorted at the mention, imagining the marksman on his tiptoes as he tries to hang the different colored decorations. "Alright, I'll go check on Legs and make sure he ain't climbing the damn thing. Cya!" Before Engineer could say his own goodbye, Scout was already gone.

Chuckling, Engineer fixes his goggles and glances at the cookies before hurrying to wrap the rest of his gifts for his friends.

"Merry Swissmass Miss Pauling and Mister Hale, very delighted that you could join us!" Medic greeted as both Miss Pauling and Saxton Hale arrived. To everyone's surprise, Miss Pauling was for once not wearing the usual purple button up dress and and instead wore a nice lavender sweater, paired with a mint scarf around her neck, but still had her classic bun.

As for Hale, he was actually wearing a shirt, a maroon button up with the sleeves rolled up and dark brown shorts, along with his girlfriend, Mags, who wore a brown coat and a red sweater.

"Glad to see you guys too and look, someone else decided to come." As she stated, she gently places a small tv to the counter, turning it on. As static alarmed the room, the sigh of the Administrator appeared, and shockingly in different clothing as well. "Good evening Fortress, I am only doing this once and once only so please make this quick as possible." The Administrator's voice came through. The mercs waved with smiles.

"Alright are we moving on tot he gifts or what?- Hey!" Scout asked, then got a playful shove by Sniper, who acted as if he did nothing at all as he sipped his low sugar hot coco. "What're looking at me for mate? Did nothing to ya." He muttered, obviously hiding a smile. "Why ya little-" "Now now son, don't wanna start a mess before the clock even struck!" Engineer warned, chuckling at Scout's exaggerated sigh and pout, catching the small glares the runner sent to his best friend while Sniper tries to stifle his laughter.

"Actually its already past 12, you all have been too busy talking to notice." Spy spoke aloud, checking his watch underneath his suit sleeve and buries more of his face into his large scarf. The other mercs turned surprised. How could have they missed the time?

"Well then, lets start now. Shall we?" Medic asks aloud, getting multiple agreements. "Cookie time!" Pyro yelled through his muffled mask in the kitchen as he raised his flamethrower in the air. "Pyro be careful with the cookies!"

Medic handed his first gift to Heavy, giving the Russian a soft smile ad Heavy ripped the wrapping paper. "Doktor got Heavy the book he wanted?.." Heavy muttered, genuinely surprised and thankful. "Well of course Misha! You would always talk about it, and it sounded very important to you. I had a few difficulties here and there but Ja, there it is." Heavy gently gripped the book, giving Medic a soft smile back. "Heavy is very thankful. Thank you Ludwig."

Spy removed himself from leaning on the wall in the corner of the living room, getting a small packaged gift out of his suit. He walks forward, nudging Scout's foot with his own. Scout pauses his little rant about on christmas disaster back in Boston to Sniper, and turns to look at Spy in confusion. "Merry Swissmas mon lapin." He states, handing the cleanly wrapped gift to his son. Scout raises an eyebrow but takes the gift, he eyes it before carefully ripping open the packaging and reveals a small sketchbook, about the size as Spy's disguise kit. "Since you have been doing art as of recent, this may be convenient rather then dragging around your rather large sketchbooks." Spy explains, blowing out a puff of smoke. Scout looks at the sketchbook then back at Spy, a smile breaks through his lips and he brings the masked merc into a hug. "Thanks Pa."

Spy freezes in his place, the smoke staying inside his lungs longer then expected. He gently pats the others back before stepping away and out the back door to smoke further. Scout just laughs and shakes his head.

"Miss Pauling." The voice from the monitor speaks up. Miss Pauling takes another bite of her cookie before placing it on the small pate and putting it aside. Turning to the monitor with a curious face. "As for this year's event. I have made the decision to be... Generous. And give from today to January 20th as your holiday. Now if you excuse me, I have more work to do. Merry Swissmas." And the monitor shuts off.

Miss Pauling was left speechless, the other voices in the background fading as she lets the information sink in. "Miss Pauling? Is everything alright?" Miss Pauling shakes her head, then turns to Mags with a tearful smile. "Everything is great, now lets go join the others." Mags smiled and walked along with her.

"Aye Solly! Pass me a cookie will ya?" Demo couldn't even finish his sentence as he was thrown 3-4 cookies from the Soldier. Which led to the other to yell and Soldier yelling back as he ran away from him.

The evening was wonderful, everyone laughing along and singing off tune to Engineer's guitar playing in the background. At some point Scout had convinced everyone to have a snow ball fight outside. Which was a great closing for the night.

The End ^^

#SiC anon writes #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #tf2 spy #tf2 heavy #tf2 pyro #tf2 medic #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 saxton hale #tf2 margaret #tf2 administrator

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Public Opinion 0.2

Okay, I just had to write more of this fic! It had me at gun point, what was i suppose to do? 😁😂

Prev.

//Drops this in front of @gumnut-logic and @janetm74 😆😁//

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“Gordon!”

Okay, yeah maybe he shouldn’t have sworn in front of his father, Gordon thought absentmindedly, receiving ‘the disappointed dad look’ in full. But come on, he was in shock! Give him a break!

“But Dad! They’re ganging up on a literal child!?” Gordon exclaimed, waving a hand at the screen. “How are you not more outraged by this?”

Jeff pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “I’m just as bothered by this as you are son, but there is nothing we can do about it…”

“People are always going to have their opinions…”

Gordon scrunched his nose up, knowing that his father was right but still, he didn’t like it.

“Anyway, I’m pretty sure he isn’t actually a child…” Scott added with a dismissive shake of his head, leaning against the couch. “Probably early twenties or something.”

Virgil lowered himself from the vent to stare at Scott in bewilderment. Gordon had also turned his head to stare at his bother. Did Scott really think that…that kid, was in his twenties?

Did they need to get Scott’s head checked? Has Gordon finally driven Scott crazy???

Scott bristled at the stares, “What?”

“Are you kidding me?” Virgil questioned with a perplexed chuckle, “I would bet five weeks of dish duty on him being at least in his late teens, if not younger…”

Five weeks of dish duty?! Gordon thought in awe at his immediate older brother’s confidence. Damn Virgie's confident about that….

Gordon would have only bet two weeks….

“Yeah Scotty, what planet have you been living on?” Gordon added, his words having an unintentional sharpness to them. “Even I can tell he was under eighteen…”

“Boys…” Jeff frowned, noticing the storm brewing behind Scott’s eyes.

“Well excuse me,” Scott scowled with an eye-roll, the heat and lack of rescues causing that famous Tracy temper to flare. “For being too busy doing my job to notice that the dangerous assassin is on the young side…”

A wave of anger washed over Gordon, causing him to jump up. “Wait! So you agree with them?!”

Gordon didn’t understand why he was getting so bothered by this, nor so angry at Scott for even insisting that those…those people were right! It didn’t make sense but still, he felt like screaming at his brother over it.

“Wha? No!” Scott’s eyes widened, shoulders squaring up as he faced Gordon head-on with a frown. “Of course not, I’m not agreeing with them! I'm just saying that they have a point-”

“What!? How the fuck do they’re a p-”

Virgil’s head was ping-ponging left and right, eyes wide in horror as his brothers seemed to (figuratively) go for each other’s throats.

“You’re not listening! All I was trying-”

“Boys! That. Is. Enough!” Jeff stepped between Scott and Gordon, looking beyond mad. “Now I would expect this behaviour from Gordon and Al-” Jeff cut himself off; stricken with grief.

The atmosphere felt ten times heavier.

Jeff recovered, clearing his throat thickly as he leaned heavily on his cane; looking scarily aged. “-But not from you, Scott…”

Scott had his head bowed in shame, knowing he shouldn’t have lost his temper like that. It was childish of him. And Scott was no child anymore…

“I’m sorry Dad…”

“Yeah I’m sorry too…” Gordon mumbled, sheepishly scuffing his foot into the carpet. “I shouldn’t have bitten Scooter's head off…”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have…” Dad said sternly, sitting down on the couch with a heavy sigh. “I don’t want to see something like that from you two again, understand?”

“Don’t worry Dad, it won't happen again.” Scott promised, before adding with a bashful look, “I kind of deserved it; I should have chosen my words differently…”

Virgil finally let go of the breath he was holding, shaking his head at his brothers as he facepalmed.

“Yeah no duh…” Gordon replied with a grin, as a sign of no hard feelings.

“Oi!” Scott playfully rolled his eyes. “Watch it, tadpole…”

Jeff shook his head wistfully, thinking back to a simpler time. If he just closed his eyes, he could almost imagine nothing had changed, that his family was once again whole- (Never whole, not without Lucy.)

That at any moment a blond teen would come running through the door, raging about something Gordon most likely did, and-

“Dad?” Virgil placed a hand on Jeff’s shoulder. “You’re okay?”

No. But were any of them?

“I’m fine…” Jeff smiled reassuringly up at his middle child, lightly patting Virgil’s hand. “Don’t you worry about me…”

Virgil didn’t seem convinced but knew when to pick his battles, and this wasn’t one he could win. At least not at the moment. Turning to Scott, Virgil asked, “So, what were you trying to say?”

Scott’s eyes flickered between Virgil and Jeff, lingering on his father for a moment longer before answering, “That they have a right to be sceptical…”

Gordon crossed his arms, a thoughtful look on his face.

“Look…” Scott placed his hand on Gordon’s shoulder, “Maybe the brain control thing was true, and if so, that is horrifying…” Scott explained; his blue eyes troubled. “-but that doesn’t change the fact that Phoenix is still dangerous…”

Jeff nodded, “Your brother is right…”

“While they are a great help, they are powerful people with little to no limitation on their choices or actions.” Jeff's voice was grim, “Not much is known about them, and that makes them unpredictable…”

Gordon could see what his father and brother were getting at, unchecked power is never something to be taken lightly. He understood that, but it still didn’t make the bad feeling in his stomach go away.

“And such I want you boys should keep a level of caution up at all times around them…” Jeff stood up, shifting into his commander persona where his word was law. “Am I understood?”

Virgil and Scott nodded, while Gordon glared at the rug conflicted.

Jeff frowned, “Gordon..”

Finally, after a long tense second, Gordon nodded his agreement. (Why was his soul and squid sense screaming in agony?)

Fin.

#Gordon Tracy #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #jeff tracy #alan tracy #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2004 #thunderbirds/Dc crossover #superhero au

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Picking up from my previous post, let's jump into Episode 5 of a Starstruck Odyssey!

Live-blog of watching a battle episode is probably gonna be a little more spotty than the ones before, but we'll see.

Because yes, I can admit it, this is turning into a live blog. Blow by blow, here we go.

Surprised it took this long to suggest shifting the slug to another body.

Double nat ones. Always great when that happens (sarcastic). (Now I'm wondering, how many spare sets of dice do they travel with? Cos I know I have a few, but unless I'm running the game, I leave most of them home.)

Eleven hp total? Heck.

17.5 ft off the ground?! That's a jump and a half.

Save Gunnie from further damage, yes. Fewer expenses is better.

Why is it always Murph Brennan makes roll for arrival of NPCs? It made sense in FH, but now? Is this because of the running joke that is Murph's rolls, or just the cool parallel of it? (Especially since they need these folks to show up, just for a very different reason than the first time.)

Only in this game is taking the time, mid battle, to sort things out with your bank a good use of time.

If I had a penny for every time a D20 character took a moment mid battle to sort out their finances, I'd have two pennies. Which isn't bad, but it's weird that it's happened twice.

"In this galaxy, there's always less going on than meets the eye. Many people are coming after you, but they're not all coming after you all, and they don't all know the same stuff, and they don't all talk to each other. Information is currency, and you understand currency." That last sentence is gold. But I grabbed it in context because the crew have a lot of enemies, and if their enemies team up, they'll be in serious trouble.

#BeardsleyBlessed

When the party is more concerned about damage to a little flying scooter than the PC riding it. Barbarians rock, man.

Gunnie is baby? Gunnie can lose his legs. Oh, that is a weird mental image.

Nine of them at once! Yesss. Go Murph!

Banking in the Box! Surprisingly good move.

"I don't wanna fight you." "I don't wanna fight me either."

"Murph would've allowed it. He's a good dm." Murph's reaction, the moment before he gave in and agreed, would say otherwise.

Nat 20! These are the moments to save 20s for. And they got Brennan to kiss the die. Yeah, I wouldn't be rolling with that one in a desperate situation until I'm sure it'll behave.

"That's a pretty neat trick." "Oh, that was just a bonus action." I love the idea that some of these phrases are actually being used in universe, just by the sorts of people who move in particular circles.

Warfare Whitney is on the board! All we're missing now is Barry Nine (and someone with something against Riva), and we'll have the whole set.

Some parties toss halflings, here we toss mercs.

I wanna read that Hot Exit Binder. Sounds like it would be fascinating.

Five star review? Five Star Review!

Damn, that was fun. I had to split the episode in half to get through some other stuff, which was a shame, but eh *shrugs*. Between this and the previous episode they are seeding so many potential plot threads.

I'm starting to get the feeling that Brennan doesn't have a big-bad planned for this season, but rather four or five potential big-bads, with the final battle being determined by how the group play, and who they've already allied with/defeated by the time they get there. Which, if that's the direction this is going, would be cool.

#a starstruck odyssey #luci watches dnd #d20 aso epsd 5

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We are noticing something you guys are horrible neighbors you're terrible people to live with down here and you're very harsh people for people who just never ever win anything and tell me if it's the worst now he's going to fall pretty hard and he will try to recover and he'll have to watch the ships and boy what a pain in the ass that guy is it's not even worth it the empire is taking ships but really they built them and he took them and it's costing them and they're not just getting them for free so they look weak and people started to attack and that works and they see that they do get hit and they do fall there's a lot of stuff coming up and yeah it might be next year but this big fleet might come out of Saturn if it does it goes back in we are in a lot of trouble so we are thinking of moving her tomorrow where they will fight like crazy around the planet and that is a desired effect and we need it and we saw it happen earlier with the clans and motivate us too so I'm going to proceed with that in mind this is coming to a head the window is closing Trump is going to be shut out and he will be pushed out by Tommy yeah and the others shortly and it does explain a lot of what happens over the next few months and it will start very soon there's some other stuff happening and it is pretty big

-our son did not submit taxes last year and year before he did and they called for a review and they're noticing that he doesn't make any money at all and he has not put any money in the bank except for from the government which is not income and that he has sat there doing nothing and that they owe tax refund money yes and they're trying to call him in and they can't seem to do it and it is the pseudo empire and she wants to know what the hell they would talk about why would they have to call him in and usually the pseudo empire would just cut a check and it's true so the idiots are trying it and they're going to get in trouble as they already are one of them is Tommy f and he is a considerable pain in the ass and he's always trying that kind of thing and he is an a****** to our son and needs to take a big break and a permanent one and that's coming up as well the stats are coming in about what's going on up there and it is changing and things are happening here and they're happening in a big way they are going on right now that the next five in the series off Tampa we're being piped in and that they were filling with fuel all last night and that they are getting ready to launch and they go out during the day yes and they fly close and they fly close and they noticed that the cleaner water kind of blows all the stuff off it even though it's not salt water and they wondered why and noticed that it has a higher acidic value and it's eroding at other ships a little bit all the time and they have a time limit so they're going to step it up.

-they're also pissed off at these idiots and Tommy f

-and our son says they should be that the actual characters from McDonald's Playland. And he's thinking about which one is which and he sees that this is a damn disaster and that they all have a character even stan. He's the clown and the hamburger that might be Tommy f and that weird looking Barbie thing is Trump and it fits and the story fits so that's what's going on but that tunnel the second five they're 15 off Tampa our fueling they're going to be done feeling a momentarily really it took a long time no it's pretty quick this system is fast they still only feel one pod at a time. You need only like 20% more people to fill it all at the same time and he says why would we do that I said why the f*** would you put the pipe in if you're only going to feel you might not just use a siphon so he says boy that makes sense it's like watching someone use a scooter manually when you have electric scooters he starts making noises and he says I can't stand that guy this is terrible literally there thinking about it now and he says so you you feel them all and then you fly out and then you rip all the structures out and then you unplug it that seems like the correct order and they said yeah probably

-it's going on real soon the day we'll figure it out maybe but they are going to be done feeling momentarily so not really sure why they don't feel like they have the technology they can have several ships set down it's really a matter of why don't you feel slow I guess

-we're asked me to be filled by 3:00 p.m. they start to countdown and then leave the rent when it gets dark if they're ready and pull all the stuff out and cork it early morning and it's going to flow s*** out of it

They had a big meeting and they said this water for some reason is now acidic and the checking they're trying to see why and the sun says the s*** blew out and what's left is on the bottom it's like a compost and it's the most of the acid and you have to neutralize it when you're making compost and it's really probably that simple and yeah that's what it is so the analysis is done. Then they needed to test how acidic it will be and how it is they said it's only going to go up it's like a seven she's pretty high it's going to go up over the next few weeks to a nine it's already causing problems and they checked globally and it's the same thing so they're moving out and they're going to pull the stuff out that means they have to get here fast

-that being said I'm going to start ordering troops in here they started ordering people they started ordering equipment and factories and tons of stuff and they're moving fast wasn't going to lose a little they have and all the water areas and they can't afford to and they have a plan in the program in the mood out and while this is going on and the empire is discussing what they're doing and the freaking slow they're going to go after Tommy f and they surmise that so they don't care but this is so slow they know he's going to make it here and they keep getting information and they keep bothering everybody and it's a disaster and really they can't stand this s*** no one can this is going to make a big difference so we're going to post

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