#cbs crew

[englishstrawbie]

Tweets from Tori’s panel at Fanfusion UK 2

[musicaltrash543]

The Outsiders Musical Tony Awards performance:

[themynock]

thinking about neo american trucking/travel/road culture again because I am crazy

[bear-fangs]

CB newbies as ponies :>

[storyshark2005]

Jamie projecting his insecurity over his CBS contract and Kate Abdo firing back by bringing Jamie's boyfriend into the banter

[ncisverseupdatesandfics]

NCIS: Hawaii got canceled and there is now a petition going for it to be saved.

The petition was originally posted on X/Twitter @ncisverseupdates and I reposted on my account @ncisversedates.

Please go sign the petition and to all SWAT fans me and Camille @hightechcs on Twitter/X have talked about it and are making posts asking for all SWAT fans to live stream the last two episodes of Hawaii's season to help numbers 🫶🏻

[anechomirrored]

Prompt: "No, we're not doing that"

Fandom: Lethal Company AU

Rating: T

Warning: swearing, talk that implies impending death and murder.

You performed a scan on the junk infront of you. An estimated 537 credits. You needed 487 more.

Your broken helmet was the first thing to join the pile, the potted fern from Vow that was residing in it went as well.

20 credits.

467 more.

The decision to add V's latest project to the pile felt wrong. Especially with him sitting slumped against the wall to the left of the transporter.

You had discussed trying to sell the transporter, but Seven had quickly waved you and CB off. The damn things were delicate at best and if someone other than V went poking around inside it they'd be lucky if the core didn't blow the the entire ship up.

"mm, you know just what to say to make a gal feel safe, don't cha?" CB's smile was closer to a grimace.

Seven didn't answer, instead going to their personal locker and pulling out any odd and ends they had been keeping.

You and CB followed suit.

The posters on the walls were peeled back next. Some of them when scanned were worthless but with time ticking down and V still unconcious on the floor you weren't about to admit that to yourself and niether was anyone else.

"Sometimes the scans are wrong." Insisted CB, returning to rummage through her wall locker, "We could still get a few credits." She threw two pencils, a paperclip chain and her hairdryer on the pile.

"We are still two hundred and some short, Bea." Your eyes kept gravitating back to V's motionless form. Why didn't you head back sooner?

He didn't have to be down there, you all had more than enough before-

The familiar clink of CB's wind chime gave her pause, you watched her lift it out of the locker, staring at the many shapes. It was a collection of circuit bee combs. Sections of several nests pilfered from countless swarms of the horrifying little death bugs she was so damn fond of.

"I could always find more..." She told herself quietly.

It went on the pile.

130 credits.

You looked up to see Seven hovering by the controls. They had a chisle in their hand, something they'd found a few months back that was't worth cashing in. They made to raise it and then lowered it again. Their shoulder rigid.

You carefully approached them, seeing now that their other hand rested on the magic seven ball affixed to the ship's launch lever.

"You don't have to, Seven. We still have-"

"Even with this we won't have enough, Ducky." Seven's voice was low, eneven. It wasn't the way they should sound at all.

"Maybe they will let us make it up next run? Carry the difference-"

"They don't operate like that. Even five credits under will cost us our termination...I've seen it." Their voice was distant, regretful.

They gripped the chisle tight and jammed it under the decoration before prying it up.

"Would you use a shovel, X?" They asked and the use of your hired name felt final.

"What?" You stammered.

"If it was down to ten or so credits, would you-" they were cut off by the slam of CB's locker.

" Shut up! How could you ask Duck-"

"We aren't all getting out of the Bea!"

"No, we're not doing that! It's bullshit! We can find enough..." CB looked around wildly, eyes flashing, "What about the keys?"

"Already counted." Seven answered, tone flat.

"Well count them again, Captain!" CB spat the name with enough venom that Seven flinched,"or is the shovel strategy the real reason you outlived all your old crews?"

You Ran out of the ship after that, feet pounding the platform, the muted sound of Gordion's constant storms all around you. When your lungs burned you pushed further, until your hiccuping breaths made you lightheaded. At somepoint you slowed, chest heaving. Your head was a muddled mess of what ifs and problems too big to be solved.

When you next looked up from your boots you were standing infront of The Company Monster's counter. Someone, probably CB, had already started loading your slap dash attempt at meeting quota onto the counter.

The shutters were closed.

Carefully you pulled your name sake out of your pocket. The rubber duck made a short quack and you eyed the shutters.

Still nothing.

You squeezed it once and then a second and third time before the door popped open. The hair on the back of your neck prickled as you reached a hand up to hit you helmet's release.

The air here tasted just as you remembered it to. You shivered as the chill of the storm began setting in. Your hair dampening in seconds.

"Hey, It's ...It's Ducky..." You greeted, staring into that fathomless dark once more, "We uh, we didn't meet quota. We tried, we had it on the ship!" You had raised your voice but stopped short as the dark shimmered a warning humming in the space between it and the counter, "We...we lost it though." You finished softly.

"Ducky?" CB's voice was almost lost in the wind, you resisted the urge to look back at her.

"They are afraid and fighting. They...they don't deserve to die for this. CB, Seven and V...they saved my life so many times so," you took a step forward and then another, "if you could..."

"No! Stop!" CB shrieked, "Seven, let go!" Her voiced echoed off the walls and a distant roar answered somewhere beneath the oceans themselves.

You took another step. This was okay, if The Company's monster had truly spared you on purpose before then maybe it'd count you as a proper trade. Holding out the duck, you took one last breath and let it squeak.

The doorway erupted with writhing tentacles. All at once, the euclidian beast struck the ground on either side of you, causing you to jump in place, every instinct screaming at you to run. A third wrapped around the loot on the counter and violently dragged it into it's waiting void. Then a fourth shot straight towards you.

Silence.

It wasn't until your lungs protested that you opened your eyes and let out that last breath. The fourth was hovering in front of you, end dipped downwards, giving it an almost thoughtful look. The duck shook in your unsteady hands. From behind you there was nothing but the crash of waves and the low sound of the wind moving between the shipping containers and over the top of the ship.

The duck squeaked, bobbing gently as the eldritch appendage lowered to pat its head. In the same sharp intake of breath that alien arm then moved to repeat the action atop your own head.

Once, twice and then it retreated, the shutter snapping closed.

You fell to your knees as the distorted voice came over the speakers.

"We value your commitment"

You were distantly aware of the computer on the ship making that blessed ding, gloved hands grabbed your shoulders easing you the rest of the way to the ground and then you promptly passed out.

[sgxena16]

I just binged NCIS: Hawai'i and I'm so bitter it got cancelled. This show is so good and deserves at least 8 seasons.

[lfcgirl23]

Kate is simply the best ❤️

Btw excellent PR team 😂

[cb-writes-stuff]

mrr

:3

[lizardbytheriver]

This is a GoFundMe (shouted-out by The Kavernacle) for a Dance School in Palestine that was recently bombed. The Camps Breakerz Crew (CB Crew) is a dance team/group/school for Palestinian Children. It was established in 2003. It helps Palestinian Children to express their emotions and to heal, through the power of dance. The Camps Breakerz Dance School was bombed on February 23rd, 2024. Multiple causalities, at least two children were killed (may their souls rest in peace). The School needs donations to rebuild its studio. If you care about Children, Palestinians, or Artforms such as Dancing... this is a noble cause to support. Dance provides a healthy outlet for many people. Lets ensure that Palestinian Children have their dance group/school. Lets ensure that Palestine can rebuild.

[brinleyparke]

Casual Outfit Inspired by Mick St. John

Inspired by his third outfit in 1x03 "Dr. Feelgood". The sweater is J. Crew, the jeans are DL1961, the blazer is Alexander Wang, the purse and lipgloss are Chanel, and the belt is Polo Ralph Lauren. The jewelry is vintage white gold.

[perfectlysunny02]

Anyway, I met my tumblr crush and all we’ve done is watch SWAT 🩷

[existential-bisis]

@madhare0512 @galaxysanduniversesinmymind @madddddy

[ghost-types-and-sweets]

morning fuckers

I'm not dead yet

[ncisverseupdatesandfics]