#Running Contract

[nnctales]

Construction Contracts: Types and Special Contracts

What is a Contract? A contract is a legally binding agreement enforceable by law, typically involving the execution of work, supply of materials, or performance of services. Essential elements include a mutual agreement and enforceability by law. It creates obligations, defining rights acquired through acts or forbearances. Not all agreements are legally enforceable; for instance, recreational…

[imaginariumwanderer]

Affocao for @zhivchikov, I may take my sweet time but a promise is a promise >:3

⚠: Slightly suggestive stuff undercut

[finrays]

That's his jelly bean stash

[andisupreme]

I moved recently to start a new job and part of my commute now involves one of those high capacity toll booths where a two lane road suddenly flares out into 5-7 lanes of total anarchy with no lines anywhere, and then narrows back down to two lanes again, and we're just supposed to sort ourselves out? Who designed this

anyway I dreamed up this helpful anatomical guide on the drive home

[scuderiaspringsteen]

circular narratives, passing the gauntlet, and boy kings // inspired by @mnyd 's tags on @drivestraight 's post

[cementcornfield]

Are you thinking about the possibility that this could be the last game you have with both Tee and Ja'Marr?

I haven't really thought about that. It's obviously a possibility, not one that I'm excited about, but that's not in the plans I would say.

You still have the same confidence you did after the Cowboys game that you feel like y'all can find a way to keep both of them?

Yeah, I think so.

[artbyblastweave]

It's really amazing to me the extent to which the last issue of TF2 comics has caused basically the entire project to snap together into something pretty thematically coherent, and the theme in question is the same as Dead Money

[scarapanna]

Intertwined Opposites doodle dump around a week before christmas break and before I drop here another AU I concieved this sunday (I can't wait for this assignment insanity to end)/silly

These two are absolutely ridiculous, goofy even/aff

[townslore]

rare german sighting. i promise this is funny

[unpretty]

okay i definitely need to mute notifications about that post before people defending my coworker or complaining about The Cloud tempt me into revealing Too Much Information. i mean i've already revealed too much information quite frankly but so it goes.

[legobiwan]

For the drabble prompt list

"none of this is your fault" mario and luigi

Drabbles, they said, Ha! I answered. Anyway, I have no idea where this came from, but enjoy this barely-edited not-drabble. I am apparently incapable of concise writing right now :D

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“None of this is your fault, Lou.”

Luigi scoffed, pushing dampened sleeves up both arms, smearing dark, sweaty grease across his skin in wide, impressionistic lines.

“You tell that to Toadsworth in three days. I’m sure he’ll be happy to believe you,” Luigi groused, tightening a stubborn, thick bolt with a violent twist. That should keep the engine boosters from flying off at speeds exceeding thirty miles an hour. (Or as they were counted in the Mushroom Kingdom, five hundred and two mycelia per second, a measuring system so opaque - and infuriating - that Luigi had sat through an entire five-hour Toad Council meeting just so he could petition the government to introduce a bill to launch a public vote on switching to any other quantifier that made a modicum of sense. The notion, of course, was voted down in a manner of seconds. Tradition, Mister Luigi, Toadsworth had sniffed, rapping his long-handled gavel with an imperious gesture, closing off all debate on the matter).

Snobby old toad could stuff it up his spore holes.

“He’ll get over it,” Mario said. “What’s he going to do, anyway? Make us sit through another boring state dinner?”

Luigi poked at a serpentine belt that resembled some slices of old cheese he once found in the back of their fridge in Brooklyn. How these guys managed to stay competitive with equipment in this condition was a complete slap in the face to basic physics.

“You like those dinners.” Luigi crawled out from under the dented chassis, sitting back on his haunches as he gestured at his brother with a ratchet-wrench, making curly patterns in the air as if he were a Magikoopa casting a spell.

“I hate those dinners as much as you. They’re hot, stuffy, and the food is an insult to the entirety of Brooklyn. It’s not my fault I get to sit next to Peach and you’re always stuck with Lady Maitake and her hundreds of onion bulb-pup photos for two hours.”

“Don’t remind me. Did you know she’s trying to train them to do circus acts and take them on the road?” Luigi ran a finger down one of the dusty schematics strewn about the stone floor. “Hand me that spanner, will you?”

Mario shook his head, chuckling, handing off the hooked tool to Luigi, who shimmied once more underneath the maroon-and-black kart. “Look, you got hoodwinked into a bad contract. I should have looked over the fine print before you signed.”

“You’re not my keeper, Mario,” Luigi grumbled, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. “And it’s not even the contract that I care about. Frankly, I’m impressed Bowser’s been able to get these things to do anything beyond cough up smoke and crash into the nearest palm tree. It’s a good challenge to get them running again.”

“So what’s the issue, then?”

Luigi stilled, his hands guts-deep in a mess of wiring and cables that looked like an earthworm graveyard. After a moment, he sighed, letting the spanner tool clatter to the floor with a bright, metallic jangle. 

“The issue,” he began, staring up at the internal electronic system of one of Bowser’s so-called best racing karts. “Is that he’s probably going to win. Bowser, that is. And everyone will make nice about it at the awards ceremony and Bowser will get too drunk on elderflower wine and get kicked out of the post-race party.”

“That happens every race, Lou.”

“Yeah, but you know Bowser. He’ll let it slip that I was the one doing repairs on his karts. And then in the morning, there will be a meeting. And Toadsworth will go on about the standing of the Kingdom being compromised and it being a diplomatic catastrophe that we allowed Bowser to win and that,” Luigi adopted a whiny, pompous voice. “Mr. Luigi has once again strained his credibility within the Mushroom Kingdom.” 

“Look, that stodgy old Toad has no chance of making those charges stick. You were exonerated, Weeg. Nothing that happened with Bleck - “ Mario clenched his fists, hissing through his teeth. “Nothing that happened in that place was you. That wasn’t your fault, and neither is this.”

Luigi reached towards one of the dangling battery coils, playing with the violet and yellow wires between his fingers. “Sure,” he breathed. “Not me.”

“Not you,” Mario insisted, his voice steely. “And besides,” he continued, a hint of humor creeping into his words. If you’re so concerned about Toadsworth, why don’t you sabotage Bowser’s fleet?”

Luigi pushed himself out from under the kart, snapping up to a seat in wide-eyed horror.

“And ruin my reputation as an engineer? No way, bro. I’ll risk the treason charges, thank you very much.”

Mario guffawed, ambling over to take a seat next to his brother, the two coming shoulder-to-shoulder, backs set against the passenger door of the Koopa Coupe. “I think your reputation is beyond reproach, Lou.” Mario gave a small, uncertain smile. “After all, you did build two killer robots in the span of two weeks.”

It was a huge step forward, just being able to talk about the whole incident in Flipside, no less joke about it - the ordeal with Bleck and the jester and Luigi’s brainwashing. Mario had stayed tight-lipped about the entire debacle for weeks after they had gotten back, much to Luigi’s aggravation, until things came to a head one night due to a series of ill-conceived plans on the part of the Toad Council, the most brazen of which featured a misserved cup of tea laced with a dubiously legal truth potion.

Luigi sniffed out half a chuckle, nudging his brother in the shoulder. “Well, I can’t let Bowser think I’m slipping, right?”

Mario eyed his brother carefully, his features brightening as he caught the note of mischief in Luigi’s voice. Grinning, he clapped his brother on the knee. “You’ve got an idea, don’t you? The Old Koopa King doesn’t know what he’s got coming.”

Luigi straightened, composing himself into the picture of innocence. “Dear brother, I am a man of my word. Bowser will win the race, just like the contract stipulates.”

“And?”

“Aaand,” Luigi drew out the word, schematics and thermodynamic equations taking shape in his mind. “Let’s say the engine modifications I’m making happen to engage a set of rocket boosters at a certain speed threshold. Bowser’ll like that. But then maybe the activation of those boosters, given a certain location and time input, temporarily cede control of the brakes and steering to a pre-programmed route of the engineer’s choosing.” Luigi paused for dramatic effect. “All after the race is finished, of course. No injuries. No harm. Just a little post-race joyride through the forest.”

Mario gave a joyous whoop, bringing his brother into a tight, side-hug. “They’ll hear him screaming all the way in Rogueport! Ha! You know he’ll threaten to invade during the after-party! No one will care if you worked on his kart once he shows back up breathing smoke!”

“He’ll do that regardless,” Luigi laughed, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. “But you know how these modifications are. Always a chance of overburdening your circuits.”

“And at least it’ll be a while before he tries to trick you into doing his dirty work again,” Mario added.

“I hope so.” Luigi placed a warm hand on his brother’s shoulder, smiling. “Thanks, Mario.”

Mario beamed back at his brother, playfully flicking the brim of Luigi’s hat. “Come on, Lou. Show me how to build a sentient robot race kart.”

~~~~~

Drabble writing challenge: Make me sweat!

[isbergillustration]

Hey so various holidays are coming up, some of which require gift giving (to yourself and others) so here is a reminder that all my originals are for sale and I am super open for commissions of any kind. At all. Please. (See pinned post 4 detes)

[beetlethebug]

chilchuck adamantly insisting every half-foot, especially young ones, put clauses about food and eating requirements within their contracts so they don't get taken advantage of by people who don't understand half-foot biology. so people don't accept that they have to starve to work in this profession. so people don't turn out like him.

[suntails]

⚔️🐙

[narutothoughts]

Naruto au where a woman giving birth to a dead man’s child is considered bad luck so the child is killed upon birth.

So when the newly widowed fem!Naru is confronted with the traditions of the Uchiha clan what is she to do except flee for the sake of her child?

When she finally gets out of fire she can’t help but collapse at the base of a tree to rest in the forest. What she doesn’t expect is to wake up to a circle of dogs and white haired kids staring at her with wide eyes.

[3416]

twitter's down so i can't even rage about this but i find it so funny that auston and willy get off scot-free when talking about ~wanting to be a leaf~ despite fucking the team over with the way they did deals. they just got the benefit of the doubt with a new gm who wanted their deals done quick. auston only signs short term deals to maximize the amount of money he's leaching from the org over time but that can somehow be spun as a good/smart thing by fans even in a year where he's on a sub 40 goal pace (LOL). willy got everything he wanted, they bent over backwards for him AND gave him above market value and what? we applaud that and say bc he said 'i love being a leaf' even though he's doing less than he was last year too... like we just pretend they didn't use negotiating to maximize their own gain, but also they got to sign these deals at an even less volatile time, lol.

mitch's agent is known for taking his clients to free agency to get the most. this year, they're positioned that way and treliving isn't in some rush to get it done or it'd be closer by now. if they were offering or willing to go above market value like they did with guys before or if mitch only wanted short term, it'd be closer to being done. but with the cap projections, things are more complicated. it was always going to be more complicated. your second to first best player having an mvp year wanting TERM and what he's worth makes it hard when no one else of his caliber did it before and set a tone.

i don't think this says anything about what the leafs or what mitch want. ultimately both sides want him to be a leaf, and both sides have said that at various points (no, mitch can't just say that now the closer they get to negotiations. it literally compromises their strategy lol). but the leafs set themselves up for this by allowing their superstar player to sign short term deals (lowering the aav internal ceiling for the team) and signing another elite guy to a slight overpayment of the time and bending to his every whim in terms of nmc too. like they have to reap what they sow here with this dragging out, but leaf fans are absolute idiots trying to say any of our stars have been team-friendly deals, lol.

the leafs themselves are here for money and comfort, not some nebulous love of the fanbase, and it's so funny to watch people be delusional about that. they might like it in toronto and call it home now and that might be fun for everyone's little mental narratives, but they're in it for the money and this place will also give them more money than almost anywhere else and they all know that with the way the org's run right now, so lol. acting like any of them are more virtuous than mitch is idiotic just bc you don't personally like that his negotiations involve the concept of other teams. newsflash, so did everyone elses, you just didn't have to hear about it bc the team was in a different place and no one gets the absolute batshit treatment from the media that mitch does. the only person who maybe holds the reverence abt that place and crest and history is the very one you want to push out so badly.