Grumpy Australian and Drunk Scotsman Fuse. What Happens Next Will Blow Your Tits Clean Off
Wrote this bs for Demoman Appreciation Week!I’m kinda late for days four and five, when I intended this to be done, but Shit Happens. so here it is, better late than never. blease like and reblog if u dig it…
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Pairing: Demoman/Sniper (Swordvan)
AU: That au where fusion’s a thing that’s possible
The BLU Engineer’s sentry beeped placidly from its perch in the courtyard. Demoman was just below it; he had one shot at taking the damned thing out before they caught onto him, and that was if no one snuck up on him. He threw a glance over his shoulder and down the narrow corridor that led out to the courtyard, then lifted his grenade launcher. One, two, three grenades left the barrel and bounced off the wall opposite him, up toward the ledge above. With a bit of luck he’d at least kill their Engineer. Maybe then he’d have enough time to take out the sentry, and RED could finally push back. Demoman clenched his jaw, then grinned wickedly as he heard the explosion and resulting telltale clatter of metal. “Dispenser down!” Or not. Demo quickly began to reload, finally feeling a bit of vigor. BLU had been beating them at every turn today, starting out with a lightning offense and then putting up a tight defense while their Spy tried for the final point. This one sentry was the cornerstone, and no one had managed to even get close. Heavy could hardly get into the BLU base without drawing almost all enemy fire, and the BLU Pyro was sticking too close to the Engineer for RED’s Spy to- The BLU Pyro. Demoman heard their breath through their mask first, and turned just in time to see them raise their flamethrower. But no fire came. Instead, he was sent sprawling backward by a powerful blast of air. Demoman opened his mouth to curse at them, himself, and all of the BLU team, but the sentry cut him off. With a few beeps and several rockets, he was headed back to respawn- again.
Well, now, // if little by little you stop loving me // I shall stop loving you little by little. // If suddenly // you forget me // do not look for me, // for I shall already have forgotten you.” -Pablo Neruda, “If You Forget Me”
taurus: “…And not one will know of the war, not one // Will care at last when it is done. // Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, // If mankind perished utterly. // And Spring herself when she woke at dawn, // Would scarcely know that we were gone.” -Sara Teasdale, “There Will Come Soft Rains”
“you cracked hourglass // with sand spilling from behind your ribs, // you wasted my time.” – Rudy Francisco, “Scars”
“The sea-bed attracts me, // and I’m repelled by millions of sea shells // that all look alike. // Help, I am one of them. // If only I knew, which. // How often I’ve gone straight up // to one of them, saying: That’s me. // Only, when I prised it open // it was empty.” - Marin Sorescu, “The Sea Shell”
“I like a man with fire in his bones // And where his head should be, // There is a home. // And I wax and wane like the moon // If you turn away you might miss me, // I’ll be gone soon. - Amara Pendergraft, “From The Bed To The Tides”
virgo: “Oh, my love // If you were at the level of my madness, // You would cast away your jewelry, // Sell all your bracelets, // And sleep in my eyes” - Nizar Qabbani, “Oh, my love”
libra: “you could tie my tongue // my lips, my teeth // split them into surrender // into a foreign language // and I would still manage // to cough up your name.” -Danielle Shorr, “Let”
scorpio: “you are a horse running alone // and he tries to tame you // compares you to an impossible highway // to a burning house // says you are blinding him // that he could never leave you // forget you // want anything but you // you dizzy him, you are unbearable // every woman before or after you // is doused in your name.” – Warsan Shire, “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love”
sagittarius: “they don’t know I only speak in runaway train stations // and everybody is always a few minutes too late to the platform. // No one has ever gotten the chance to get too close // because it is never romantic to fuck the girl who makes love to her // own sadness every single night.” – Katelin Wagner, “Disappearing Acts (after Miles Hodges)”
“Love at the lips was touch // As sweet as I could bear // And once that seemed too much // I lived on air.” - Robert Frost, “To Earthward”
aquarius: “…every unspoken part of you sang symphonies when we touched // and I found myself wanting to be a musician all over // again.” – Aman Batra, “When The Timing Isn’t Right, Neither Is The Man”
pisces: “I kiss temporary lips with permanence // Hoping that I can train them to stay // I love temporary people with permanence // Hoping that I can train them not to leave // And when they do // I claim to have seen it coming // I am incapable of forgetting // A scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat // Of touch and moments // I know not to look directly into eyes // For they can be blinding // And I still // Do it anyway” – Danielle Shorr, “I Will Regret This In The Morning”
Hi! I’ve played the cello for about three years now, I love reading
(mainly mystery, sci-fi, horror and manga), I like writing, drawing,
anime, all types of rock music, kpop and I’m in lots of fandoms. For
example: Tokyo Ghoul, Supernatural, Harry Potter, The Maze Runner, etc. I
tend to be quite shy at first but once I get comfortable I become
pretty talkative and bubbly. I’m also pretty awkward. Oh and I’m Pan.
I would prefer the age to be between 14-17 but if you’re a little
younger that’s fine. No preference on gender, race or sexuality.
When I was reading aboutthe murder of Heather Ciccone, I stumbled onto the strange disappearence of Katelin Akens. The two cases aren’t connected, as far as law enforcement claims, but they have been brought up together more than once because they happened at the same area, on the same weekend.
Katelin is a 19 year old that was in Spotsylvania, Virginia, to visit her sister who’d just had a baby. On December 5th, 2015, a Saturday, she was supposed to take a flight back to Arizona, where she’s currently living with her girlfriend, to start beauty school. But she never got on the plane.
What we know: Katelin’s stepfather (currently separated from her mother, but in amicable terms) was supposed to drive her to the Reagan National Airport, where she was going to take the 5:40 pm flight to Las Vegas, where her girlfriend Amber would pick her up. But according to the stepfather, on the way Katelin asked him to drop her at the Springfield mall, and she would take a train to the airport from a metro station 5 minutes away.
Police has said they have corroborated the stepfather’s car was at the mall at the time he said, but there’s no surveillance footage that will prove Katelin was actually inside the mall, or that she took the train. He’s not considered a person of interest so far. Here’s the strange part, though. Her mother got a text from her at around 2 pm saying that she’d made it safely to the airport. The girlfriend, however, got a very different text, saying that something had come up and she wouldn’t be going to Arizona on that day, and would let her know when was her next flight.
Katelin’s luggage was found on Monday 7th in a drainage ditch 50 miles away from the airport (and only 8 miles away from where Heather’s body was found). Police has said that inside they found some clues that made them hope the teenager was alive. Family has stated that some of those things were her wallet, ID, credit card and glasses. Missing were her cellphone and some clothing.
That’s pretty much all the information that has been made public so far. It’s unclear if the lack of reports is because it’s an open investigation, or simply because police believe Katelin ran away willingly, even though they are treating her disappearence as suspicious.
well hello there! my name is katelin and I’m a veeerrrrrryyyy baby witch who’s looking into learning more about witchcraft and tarot. the main reason I felt comfortable pursing this was because I saw how supportive and informative the tumblr community was. so if y’all have any suggestions for blogs to follow or if you want to throw a girl a bone and give me some tips it would be much appreciated! thank youuuu!!