#Stat Q Force

[toydrill]

i miss you i miss you so much everyday every night i wander my heart and body’s dancing on the floor my heart and body’s dancing on the floor

[shippyboi]

Got this commissioned from @itsdivineart and i fucking love it.

[catboy-showdown]

Bracket E Round 1 Matchup 2

Propaganda is allowed and highly encouraged

May the best catboy win!

[kai-does-some-art]

Comfort rewatched Q-Force and Stat is still best girl

[bugtoon]

i think stat and reagan should kiss on the mouth. with tongue

[nostalgiapocalypse]

sooo afraid to finish q-force NOT because i'm uncomfortable with some of the stuff in it BUT because i know i'm going to get insanely attached to deb and stat like with reagan inside job and susie deltarune

[demonic-charcuterie]

Stat from Q force x fem! Reader

Summary: you meet stat at Europe vision.

Warnings: sexual tension? (Bad writing) oc

Stat sat at the bar trying to find a way to get back on the internet. “This party blows. Need a little help?” A voice say as it approached Stat from the side. “You can use this.” She said handed her a small tablet. “I bring that just for this place. Damn Christmas internet. That’s why I hate it here but my friends drag me here every year.”

“Thanks, I guess.” Stat says as she opens the table. A small smile popped up on her face as she scrolled. “Hey who are you?”

“Griffin Miles. You?”

“I’m stat. You seem…semi non annoying.”

“If that’s you inviting me to sit I’ll gladly take you up on that.”

Stat patted the sit as she typed away on your tablet. She looked up at the woman beside who had her nose in a book. A book. How the fuck was she reading in this loud as place and who the food reads real paper books? “What is that?” She asked before taking a bite of shrimp.

“A…” she sighed “romance novel”

Stat burst out laughing. “And here I though you were some bad bitch!”

Griffin blushed and slid the book in her purse. “Oh shush. Now are you gonna buy me a drink or what?”

Stat spend most of the day with her. She didn’t even notice they were holding hands with her until to saw Deb and Mary and they pointed it out.

“I- oh I’d hadn’t noticed.” She said rubbing her neck.

Griffins phone vibrated and a frown formed on her face. “Hey stat I gotta go.” Griffin giggled when she felt stat gripping her hand harder when the word go left her mouth. She pressed a kiss to star’s cheek and waved. “Later babes, Text me” she said before wink and walking away.

Stat stood there with Marry and Deb for about two minutes twitching and bouncing on her feet. “Stat the fuck is wrong with you?” Deb asked.

“What? nothing! What’s wrong with you wonder bread!”

“Stat. The missions over. I wanna see you happy. Or as happy as you can be when you’re..we’ll you. Go!”

Stat was already running toward the exit while texting she was on her way out.

[neptunes-vices]

i love stat so much

[reverendclown]

Rewatched that qforce series, Stat’s still my favorite lol

[newwwwusername]

Q-Force - Stat & Twink - Tourette's Syndrome Awareness Month Prompt 3 : Triggers

Prompt : Write a fic about a character's triggers for their tics Headcanons : Nonbinary!Stat, Tourettic!Stat

Stat knew all the things that generally served as triggers to make their tics worse- Caffeine, lack of sleep, stress- Basically all constants for them.

You'd think that, considering these things all made their tics worse and they knew this, they'd cut back on the caffeine, try to sleep more, and change their situation to lessen stress. And that's what they would do if they were about 20% more careful with their own wellbeing, but this was Stat. Self care wasn't exactly their strong suit.

This all culminated in a very active tic day that left them thoroughly exhausted by the end. The rest of the Q-Force didn't comment on it. They'd all been around the hacker for years- They were used to the highs and lows of their Tourette's (even Buck). However, by the end, Twink was worried enough to speak up.

"Active tic day" he started with an awkward smile as he flopped down on the couch next to them. They just stared at him miserably. "Any reason?"

"Coffee, lack of- Haha! Wow! WOW! Wow!- Lack of sleep, and- Mph!- Stress" they listed off, just as they'd done plenty of times over the years. Their neck jerked painfully and their arm shot up, which made them groan in annoyance.

"You should rest"

"Gee, thanks Captain- Loser!- Obvious" they spat. "Really wish I- Haha! Crazy! That's crazy!- Thought of that one"

"Don't be a cunt"

"Sorry" Stat sighed. Twink shrugged. He didn't mind their rudeness. Lord knows he could get crabby when he didn't eat breakfast or missed an hour of rest. He couldn't imagine dealing with the constant shouts and movements all day, hopeless to stop any of it.

"Would melatonin help?" he offered. "I know it can be harder to sleep when they're so persistent"

Stat smiled weakly and nodded.

Do not repost on other sites! If you want to participate in this month's challenge, there are 15 Tourette's-centered prompts that you can find here

[shippyboi]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Q-Force (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jacqueline Box/Stat Characters: Stat (Q-Force), Jacqueline Box, Steve "Mary" Maryweather, Twink (Q-Force) Additional Tags: Original Character(s) Summary:

Stat and Jacqueline are the parents of Mouse Box, a nonbinary half demon who was taken from them at birth.

[rebelfell]

A li’l more self-indulgent bestfriend!eddie fluff…

reader w/ boobies, cont’d from here

“Do you, um…do you think you got a good enough look?”

Ringing. There’s a ringing in Eddie’s ears and he’s pretty damn certain his jaw is on the floor. And he is going to need about a million q-tips stat before he believes he actually heard those words come out of your mouth in that exact order.

Did he die? Is this a dream? A coma? Did he get trapped in the Matrix? If so, which color pill does he take to stay in it forever?

“Eddie? You okay?”

Your face fell the longer he took to respond, shrinking into yourself as worry washed over you.

Thinking you must have misread things, thinking he was just being nice, thinking you’ve just ruined everything by throwing yourself at the best friend you’ve ever had…

YES, YOU IDIOT! SAY FUCKING “YES” SAY SOMETHING YOU’VE BEEN QUIET FOR WAY TOO LONG SHE’S GONNA THINK YOU’RE—

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “Pretty sure I hallucinated. Uhh…any chance you can repeat that?”

“Eddie…”

He can almost hear you scoff and see your eyes roll before it happens. You glance around, looking for where you tossed your bag when you got here, but Eddie reaches out and wraps his hand around your wrist. His thumb rubs over the delicate skin on the inside of it, praying he’s not imagining it that he can feel your pulse quickening underneath the calloused pad.

“Sweetheart, you just offered me the single greatest honor and privilege of my life,” he says. “Forgive me for wanting some extra reassurance. Seriously…how is that even a question?”

Relief floods Eddie’s brain as your lips slowly spread into a smile prettier than every sunset he’s ever seen before combined. His heart is pounding in his chest, all his other organs shuddering with the force, as your hands carefully pull from his grasp and drop to the hem of your shirt.

The pounding stops. His breathing stops.

Everything stops as you lift it off fully this time, letting it fall to the floor beside your feet. It lands in a heap and Eddie is struck with the urge to fold a piece of clothing for maybe the first time ever in his life. Because if you ask him, that thing should be in the Smithsonian behind a bulletproof glass barrier—the shirt you removed in his presence.

If that’s not historically significant, what is?

Except Eddie can’t even think about that any more, because now your arms are raising again and your hands are reaching behind your back to unhook the clasps of your bra.

Forget the Matrix. This is heaven.

He stares at you raptly, not even trying to hide the fact that his eyes are about to jump right out of his skull. Black lace falls to the floor and Eddie is tempted to join it, more than ready to sink to his knees for you and do whatever you say for the rest of his life. Only he can’t form the words to tell you that because all he can think about is how your bare fucking boobs are out in his room.

You are topless and literally a foot away from his bed and—god fucking damn it why didn’t he change his sheets?!

“Can I, um…”

His eyes dart between you and them, his mouth still agape. His hands flex at his side, his fingers trembling with the need to grip their softness, to mold and squish them in his palms, to roll your nipples between his thumb and index until he hears the sweet, sweet sound of your moans—

“Please,” you whisper.

Okay, yep. Definitely heaven.Only in heaven would you be the one pleading for Eddie to touch you.

“Fuck, they’re so pretty,” he sighs, almost mournfully, his eyes rounding as his hands came up to cup them gently. “How do you walk around with ‘em all day? I’d never get anything done if…”

He trails off, a flush coloring his cheeks, bashful smile making his dimples deepen.

“If, what?” you prompted.

“If they were mine.”

His eyes lifted to meet your gaze, deep brown irises brimming with heat. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and his hands stretch, his fingers spreading wider and squeezing tighter.

“They’re all yours, Eddie,” you tell him with a small smile. “Do whatever you like.”

He doesn’t need any further instruction.

A breathy laugh flutters in your chest as he buries his face in between them. Eagerly, as if he was trying to suffocate himself. Shit, maybe he is. He’d happily die right now with your warm flesh on his face, the scent of you in his nose, and his breath rippling down the middle of your sternum.

He kisses and kisses and kisses them, like he’s the pope and you’re the tarmac. And then he’s shaking his head back and forth, moaning and humming and groaning while you erupt giggles—downright giddy with all his attention on you.

It almost makes you feel…proud of your boobs.

Because there were ones out there that were bigger than yours; ones that were smaller than yours; ones more evenly sized or shapely that better filled out dresses or low-cut tops.

But none of those boobs were the ones currently reducing Eddie Munson to a puddle before your very eyes. That’s just yours.

And they are perfect.

Eddie jumps when he feels you pull away, his head popping up, his bangs mussed and sticking out to reveal his vast forehead and his panicked eyes. Shit, what did he do? Did he bite you? He could have sworn he only thought about doing that, but maybe—

You step backwards, smiling as you walk him to the bed and guide him down with you to lay on the mattress. He slides up next to you, his body finding a home against every dip and curve of yours. He looks at your face, brows raising in a silent question until you give him a nod.

“Can’t believe this is really happening,” he moans, burying his face back where it belongs. “I’ve wanted this so long, you have no idea...”

“How…how long?” you gasp, breathless as he kisses all over them, his tongue swiping over your nipples. “Eddie, how long have you felt like this?”

“Fucking forever,” he groans into your skin and the vibrations make waves across your chest. “Can’t remember the last time I went to bed and didn’t think about this…about you.”

And you know you should be melting. You know you should be flattered by what he’s saying and to be over the moon that the boy you’ve been in love with your whole goddamn life actually wants you too—but all you feel right now is rage.

“OW! What the—”

Eddie yelped as you reached over and pinched the skin on his stomach as hard as you could. He pulled away, staring down at your hand and the bright red spot it just made on his pale skin.

“You idiot!” you snapped. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Wh…what?”

“I’ve been going out with losers for years trying to get over you.”

Eddie blinked back at you, his mouth falling open so he looked a bit like a carp with stage fright. His head started to shake back and forth, wiry curls rustling as he stammered out an answer.

“I…I thought…”

His head dropped, shoulders slumping as he thought of all the men he’d ever seen you with. Cool guys. Normal clothes. Normal interests.

No freaks.

“The guys you were picking were nothing like me. I…I figured I wasn’t your type.”

His big, round eyes flashed back up to yours and soundly vaporized all the anger that overtook you. Because it was true. You always avoided guys that reminded you of him. Always went for the dishes the polar opposite of the one you craved.

Because eating frozen yogurt only ever made you want ice cream more.

“You should have said something, Eddie,” you whisper. Half scolding, half an apology.

“You should have said something,” he countered.

But Eddie nodded, leaning in close to bump your head with his. It made you both smile, yours and his cheeks both pushing up as they touched. And then it wasn’t just your cheeks touching.

His lips met yours with a gentle brush. Almost accidental, but not quite. Delicate and light like the start of a snowfall. It made your stomach swoop and your neck stretch, chasing the feeling. His eyes scanned your face, searching for any sign of hesitation before he dove back in.

There was none.

“Now, if you don’t mind…” he smirked as he crawled on top of you, scooting down until his face was level with your chest, “I’m getting back to the greatest moment of my life. That okay?”

thank you for reading, love you mean it 😘

[felassan]

Dragon Age: "ICYMI: From characters to combat, our Dragon Age devs covered a lot in our last Q&A! Check out a few more snippets below, and read the whole transcript at [link]" [source]

(BW's transcript of this Q&A session is a bit different in places to the word-for-word transcript. a word for word version can be read here).

Text in images reads:

"Q. I would love to know more about Davrin. What is his personality like? What kind of hobbies or things does he like? What is his relationship with Assan! A. (John Epler) Davrin’s thoughtful and considerate, but also stern. It takes him a while to trust others, and he can be a little standoffish, but eventually he warms up to anyone who shows they have his back. He’s a monster hunter – so a lot of his hobbies revolve around that. And with Assan? His relationship evolves over time. I don’t want to go any deeper because that starts to get into spoiler territory. Q. Can you clarify if spellblade will be forced to use a dagger, or can we still use a staff as a melee combat weapon? A. (Corinne Busche) So this is the cool thing about the two weapon sets that each class has… at any point, like even between swings, you can swap to your class alternate weapon set by hitting the down button on the D-pad. So you’re not locked into one weapon set or the other, in any of the classes or specializations. The Spellblade has a lot of extra functionality and depth when using the elemental orb and dagger, but it’s not uncommon that I’ll quickly swap to the staff to unleash a heavy blast attack, or to use whatever elemental typing the staff has if the enemy is weak to it. Q. Can I set the gear to look however I want without losing stats? A. (Corinne Busche) "Yeah, we do have a full transmog system, so you can choose the look of your equipment, while maintaining whatever stats you prefer… Any gear you find as you adventure will unlock that appearance for future use. Also, you’ll sometimes find appearance-only cosmetics that are specifically used just for transmog. You’ll get these as treasures, and more frequently from vendors. You can transmog any of your gear slots, your weapons, and companions’ gear. You can even transmog your casual-wear. So the Blood Dragon Armor cosmetic items give you access to those looks, and you can use them anytime you like without compromising your stats."

[source]

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Hitchens: People want to pray, you can’t stop them. But we cannot have state subsidized prayer. We cannot have state subsidized preachers or chaplains.

Give it up, or give it to your deadliest enemy and pay for the rope that will choke you.

This is very urgent business, ladies and gentlemen, I beseech you: resist it while you still can and before the right to complain is taken away from you, which will be the next thing.

You will be told, you can’t complain – because you’re Islamophobic. The term is already being introduced into the culture, as if it’s an accusation of race hatred or bigotry, whereas it’s only the objection to the preachings of a very extreme and absolutist religion.

Watch out for these symptoms. They are not just symptoms of surrender, very often ecumenically offered to you by men of God in other robes, Christian and Jewish and smarmy ecumenical. These are the ones who hold open the gates for the barbarians. The barbarians never take a city until someone holds the gates open to them. And it’s your own preachers who will do it for you, and your own multicultural authorities who will do it for you.

Resist it while you can. And if you wonder what will happen if you don't, look and see how a cricket team in Middlesex in England had to change its name by force last week because it was called, and had been for years, the Middlesex Crusaders. Look and how stories about little pigs can’t be taught to children in English schools anymore, lest offense be taken by the religions of peace.

Resist it while you can.

-

Starmer: One of the things that's coming up over and over again is Islamophobia and well, you can see by the stats, you can see the numbers rising, particularly since October the 7th, although we shouldn't fall into the trap of thinking that before October the 7th, this was all heading in the right direction. It's been far too high for far too long. Clearly, we need to just say over and over again, Islamophobia is intolerable. It can never, ever be justified and we have to continue with a zero-tolerance approach, and I think there's more we can do in government. There's certainly stuff online, which I think needs tackling much more robustly than it is at the moment.

Q: What I'm hoping, Keir, is your experience as a prosecutor means you'll be thinking about the strategy we can use to make sure we take action against those who break the law.

==

The UK is in very big trouble. There are weekly antisemitic parades through London calling for the eradication of Israel and the Jews, but Starmer's big concern is the imaginary dragon of "Islamophobia." That you are not allowed to oppose or even question Islam or its tenets or its unending and ever escalating demands. That disagreeing with and opposing Islam is itself - or should be - a criminal offence.

Reminder: opposing the imposition of Islamic demand and concessions to fragile Islamic sensibilities is not "bigotry." It's completely reasonable, sensible and necessary.

[nostalgiapocalypse]

jaw drop.

[tea-earl-grey]

TNG character dnd classes

to continue this

Picard: paladin/warlock multiclass. okay listen i thought about this one. again, all Captains could be paladins and Picard is very much a champion of Federation ideology and has all the moral righteousness of a paladin. however. consider him being an unwilling warlock after being forced into a pact with Q. there's so much potential in that. (also yeah charisma is still his weakest stat. look he didn't want to be a warlock, alright?)

Riker: fighter. Riker very much follows a Kirk archetype as someone who relies on both physical and tactical strength so fighter it is.

Data: bard. okay. listen. i could typecast Data as a wizard or i could rightfully recognize his artistic prowess and deem Data a bard. plus Data is nothing if not a jack of all trades just like a bard. while he might not be traditionally charismatic, he often focuses his energy on cheering up others and developing friendships. (plus there's a great joke in him being in the college of lore)

Geordi: wizard. all engineers gotta be magic users of some kind and Geordi is brilliant but also a pretty by the book engineer who uses knowledge to solve problems rather than instinct.

Crusher: wizard. much like Geordi, Crusher very much uses intelligence and knowledge driven science/medicine and tends towards logical thought so i think wizard fits best.

Worf: paladin. i have no argument because... duh.

Troi: sorcerer. using her Betazoid empathy very much has the same energy as a sorcerer drawing on magic from their bloodline.

Wesley: warlock warlock warlock. listen what was Journey's End if it wasn't Wes making a warlock's pact with the Traveler? he prepared all his life for studying science magic and then drops out and signs up with some extraplanar entities (wish this were me).

Tasha: fighter. i don't feel like i have much of a specific argument it's just true y'know?

gonna start typing up the rest of these and scheduling them for the next few days so stay tuned folks