#abitofafatass

[perpetualxfire]

@abitofafatass (cont. from)

Ha. Arbitrating a divorce. It'd get a chuckle out of her if it weren't so on the nose.

"You have no idea how on the nose you are." Hopefully they could make amends, but that wasn't really the point. She would gladly let him lead the way. She almost volunteered the pot of coffee she'd been nursing, before remembering that it was with the blues. Man, she sure hope she remembered to empty it before Caboose could get to it. That's the last thing they needed today.

She'd linger - she'd been doing a lot of that today - while he got himself situated; she wasn't feeling particularly eager to handle business at the moment.

"... So." A pause. "We have a visitor. A friendly one, to you, I promise; Wash and I are the problems here. And... I... Was hoping that you could say something if we were a little too rough on him. Wash is more likely to kill the man than I am, so he's not a good neutral party, and I have... A lot to work out."

[ncwblue]

@abitofafatass continued.

"It's not rabbit food. It's..."

Wash has to stop himself. There was no point in arguing about food with someone like Grif. "You know what, judge me for the fact that barely eat, like everyone else. Not for what I eat when I finally remember to do so."

[perpetualxfire]

"A calculated risk? By who? Delta? You realize how biased he is, right?" She ignored Delta's objection in the background; Delta might be logic, but Delta was an imperfect copy of the same Logic that determined that bringing back her dead mother was possible.

No, there wasn't an elevator here to launch him up, but even then it was because she hadn't had time for that conversation.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up. That match was sloppy; you can do better." And so could she - it wasn't exactly her best showing, either. She huffed, moving to the side to prepare a solvent that dissolved this stuff with decent efficacy.

"I'm not gonna pretend I wasn't making a calculated risk by working with her. But the Director was committing war crimes, and by that point... I mean, I'd had enough of the Project's bullshit. After everything he put me through, put you through? I wasn't about to let that slide."

Honestly, York had seen this conversation coming. Carolina didn't exactly have an elevator to kick him up after their fight this time, after all.

"But for what it's worth, I'm sorry I didn't wait longer. I should've known you'd be okay. Honestly, if Tex hadn't come to me, I probably wouldn't have budged."

[littleblackqrow]

((Ig if you guys wanna bother Grif, I can lurk over at @abitofafatass

[courtclover]

@abitofafatass​ asked:  "I’d clean the kitchen before making food. Tucker had a Valentine's Day special with some rando in there last night." 

“Really?” Clover’s shoulders slump with disappointment. Does he dare go in there? Is a cup of afternoon tea worth it? 

“What did they make? How much of a mess can two people make?” 

Clover asks and just as it left his mouth, he realizes Grif didn’t mean cooking. 

“Ugh...” Clover face palms. “Really?!” 

[erudite-rebel]

@abitofafatass sent:  “No matter how bad they seem, they can’t be any better, and they can’t be any worse, because that’s the way things fucking are, and you better get used to it. Quit your bitching, Nancy”

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Would that it were true.

Still, he wasn’t entirely sure the outburst was specifically for him. It had the feeling of a line heard or repeated too many times, reinforced until it felt real. Bart couldn’t help but hurt over it, whether the sympathy would be welcome or not.

“I’m sorry.”

[unfcrtunatescn]

abitofafatass​:

“Call me Grif,” the big man said as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“I’m just a concerned dude who doesn’t want the Youths sounding like idiots with bad slang. Like frunchyard. It sounds like you’re trying to be pretentious.”

“It’s not slang, it’s a regional dialect, you highfalutin fuck.”

Mercury gave a sigh and shrugged his shoulders a bit. “Learning to not talk like that took me while. Now it just slips out from time to time. And once it gets going it just, keeps going,”

abitofafatass​:

Grif pinched the bridge of his nose. “Front. Yard. They’re two separate words.” The dead body in the room really needed to be addressed, but Grif knew from experience asking questions was a sure way to get involved in something he really didnt want to be involved in. A kid capable of murder was definitely not something he wanted to deal with.

“Front. Yard. Frunchard,”  Mercury held up both his hands and pretended like he was weighting the options. “It don’t make a lick of difference really,” 

Was he being a pain on purpose? Maybe. It was in his nature after all. He grinned a bit and tucked his hands into his pockets. 

“What’s it to you anyways?”

[mcrcenario]

📜 grimmloc tho

[loksenna]

@abitofafatass from here

I don't.... actually fucking know but he's acting like I kicked his dog.

[courtedclover-a]

@abitofafatass​ said: “ you know, according to plato, a man is a featherless biped. diogenes the cynic, perhaps the only truly wise philosopher in greece, heard this definition and presented a plucked chicken as an example of plato’s man. it may seem silly, but diogenes made an excellent point about the dangers of defining a person by such broad standards. take this chicken nugget, for example. if plato is to be believed, am i not a cannibal for enjoying this innocuous piece of meat? ”

Clover is doing the same as he does with his team: he’s listening to Griff but the information is being stored somewhere in a less than important component of his brain. Surely, he will comment about Plato and chickens later, but right now Clover rather shuffle his cards. He looks at Griff with a raised eyebrow when presented with the said chicken nugget. 

“...How did you get that? We’re on a transport in the middle of a tundra?” Clover asks. 

“Nevermind. I don’t want to think about it.” Clover facepalms, chuckling softly. 

[damnbrosius]

"Ah, military." And there he was thinking that particular shade of orange just signaled a particularly creative cosplayer.

"I don't suppose you make your own food at all? A cook, a chef, a gourmet? Surely it's not all packaged fiber meals?"

“If I were on a road trip, it would inspire me to stop in at one of those diners, drive-ins, or dive bars. If they’re still open. The show did end like... five hundred years ago. Ish?” Grif shrugged. “I am working with a military budget, so my access to good kitchen supplies is mid. There is a limit to what I can get with those military requisition forms before someone starts asking questions.”

[perpetualxfire]

@abitofafatass (cont. from ask)

    “I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t really think we’d make it this far. Anywhere with a luxury resort, though, sounds phenomenal. I’ve never been to one, and quite frankly, I think I deserve it.” Maybe Church did rub off on her a little bit.

    “But, um. You have a vote too, of course.” Carolina didn’t often do this kind of thing, but to get away for a little while just sounded... Nice? Maybe? Maybe she just needed a change of pace because she was almost getting bored. She wasn’t sure, but she hoped a trip out might help.

[ncwblue]

PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER

@abitofafatass sent: "He's still trying to shag that waitress from Olive Garden."

"It'd be funny if it weren't so sad."

It was often hard to believe Tucker was an adult. His idea of flirting was more akin to what a sixth grade boy thought was suave and cool. Laughably pathetic. "I'd say he'd have better luck if he just acted like himself, but this is Tucker acting like himself."

[surrcundedbyidicts]

@abitofafatass || Cont. from X

“Well, um...” He’s fidgeting a bit. “A tall, dark latino with a gruff voice.”

God, he sounded like a giddy school kid.

[papagoldendragon]

Swan Princess Starters || Accepting

@abitofafatass​ sent:  "You wouldn't happen to know who this belongs to, would you?"

Taking the object, Tai looked it over. “Honestly, I don’t know what it is... and definitely no idea who it would belong to. Maybe there’s something on it, a tag or something? I know when my girls were little, I’d write their name on all their stuff because they had bad habits of leaving things all over the place.”

[unlockthestars]

"While the Catholic sort of philosophical cannibalism has its time and place, I suppose (I leave that to the actual Catholics), this was more akin to the discussion of 'what makes a man' and involved a hyper-realistic cake, a hyper-realistic cake actually made of meat, and taking notes on how uncomfortable eating each of them made each participant." Most people hadn't minded the cake, but some of them had balked at the 'meat cake,' as he'd just called it, stating that it looked far too much like an actual person to eat.

Grif was instantly fascinated. A good story that came with decent food? Score. "Really? Philosophical cannibalism in the Catholic sense, or something a little less milquetoast?"