#esther my beloved

[nervouslittlewreck]

Esther repräsentiert einfach so sehr Frauen in Männergeprägten Berufsfeldern: sie hält sich strikt an die Regeln um keine Angriffsfläche zu bieten und wird deshalb als spießige Langweilerin gesehen, sie hält ihr Privatleben soweit möglich aus dem beruflichen heraus weil es ihr als unprofessionell eingetrichtert wurde und fragt sich dann regelmäßig warum andere das 'dürfen', sie zieht ihre Arbeit regelkonform durch weil sie nicht als schwächstes Glied gesehen werden möchte und zieht dadurch die anderen mit, die von ihrer Leistung profitieren (und bekommt nichts von den Lorbeeren ab)

[julietherebel]

Me happily watching Esther having chemistry with literally every woman in every episode

[uncreativeocs]

straight friend groups are like: *blonde girl* *chad* *the funny one* *kyle* *brunette girl* *frat boy*

gay friend groups are like: *morally grey jewish detective living through the blitz who’s turned to questionable odd jobs for money* *little orphaned girl trying to blackmail him* *gay victorian gentleman detective who has to hide his sexuality from the world, including his wife, his daughter and himself* *gay photographer he is having an affair with* *other detective who starts a secret society after failing to save london from a different secret society* *cultist* *yet another detective with an inherited disability who gave up her personal freedom for the ability to walk* *gabriel*

[willowve01]

ESTHERRRRR

THE WOMAN EVER ( ´ ω `) ♡

DAY THREE OF DRAWING THE BUGS

Day three: esther

@asmrbrainrot

[13-wonder-writer]

Also... wir sind uns einig dass Esther mal was mit ihrer franz. Kollegin hatte oder??

[watchoutpaul-hemightkickyourhead]

midway through watching saf (spies are forever). Here are my notes:

Fucking badass curt

Oh they're (curt and owen) gay aren't they. Gonna be so mad if they aren't fruits

Joey's British accent, shockingly, not the worse one I've heard. Sounds very suffolk-essex border (similar to my accent). Not perfect but not bad. Like 7/10

It's time to save the woooorld again

ITS TIME TO GET THE GIRLL AGAINNNNN

ONCE A SPY ALWAYS A SPY FOREVERRRRRRR

"old boy". Thats it. Thats the note

Oh my fucking god curt that's why we don't litter

CURT WTF DONT LEAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND BEHIND

selfish git

Oh. Oh no. No curt.

Oh curt baby.

Oh he an alchaholic baby

HIM AND HIS (romantic) PARTNERRRR OWEEEEEEEEN

Oh cynthia i havent even met you and you're already a badass bitch

Slightly worse british accents but its chill

wowza he's (DMA) scary

Oh the bombseller is a vibe. Great song

Oh she pretty. Pretty Russian woman. SWEAR TO GOD IF SHES THE "BOND GIRL"-

Sorry hes late guys got a lot on his plate guys🎶

Sit down! Fuck you! You're fucking dead!

The smiley face was very important

So how, in the FLIPPETY FLAPPETY FUCK

Oh well aren't you the 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒹ℴ𝒹ℊℯ𝓇

oh wowza he's (DMA) CREEPY

YESSSS the fucking 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝘿𝘿𝘿

YOU YOU GOTTA!

love that type of mother son dynamic

Tessa netting my BELOVED

Pay attention has gotta be my favourite song so far it scratches my brain just right

"Acctually holding LIQUOOOR" "im off it" YES POP OFF CURT BEAT THAT ALCHAHOLISM

barb hes gay give up

barb

barb hes a fruitcake stop

barb you dont need him ill kiss you instead

Candlestick? Apple? Fucking paperclip? Looks like a GUN TO ME

WHO DO YOU THINK WILL BE SHAVING YOU-HOOO

yeahhhh get that beard off

The beard looked uncomfortable to wear

OH CUUUURRT YOUR SO DREAAAAAMMMMYYY

Barb larvenour I LOVE YOU

Watching the rest soon!

[the-thorster]

industrie-western ist out, richtiger western ist in!

(picrew)

[angelwithdeerstalker]

Warum trendet das zeug eig noch nicht? *gonna watch today for the pia-content and only for the pia content

[halfratsalready]

I want what Ricky Matsui and Esther Sinclair have 💕✨

[occasionaloneshots]

I’m sorry I saw this and my first thought was the Puppy Incident of ‘94

So to me this is now Charles recounting his day to Edwin and Crystal (the background barking is either Niko or Monty. TCK, Night Nurse, and Jenny are busy being the real adults somewhere else in the office)

[shaylogic]

omfg rewatching ep 1 and when Esther returns and paralyzes Crystal, it cuts to Monty suddenly squawking a lot more at Charles

my good dude he was trying to warn you TTATT

Monty: (°△°|||) *SQUAWK SQUAWK*

Charles: Keep mocking me Crow, but I'll make you my friend eventually! (☛´∀｀*)☛

[bow-of-aros]

Here's the Plan

Summary:

Scrags really needs to stop trying to make the plans. Nobody likes listening to reason nowadays.

Hey folks!!!! Enjoy another Solve It Squad fic because I'm mentally ill about Scrags and he's perfect to me. Sorry about the minimal Gwen dialogue I'm still figuring out her voice but I had a lot of fun with this one so I hope that y'all like it!!

“Alright guys, here’s the plan.” Scrags sat in the passenger seat of their van, folders spread out across his lap as he pored over documents. “I’m going to knock on the front door and politely ask—”

“Ugh. Boring!” He probably should’ve seen this coming. Keith was never one for reasonable plans.

Or plans that weren’t his own.

Or, you know, plans.

Nevertheless, he barrelled on over Scrags’ defeated sigh, “Alright gang, here’s what we’re actually going to do!”

Scrags glanced in the mirror to see Gwen in the seat behind Keith, scrolling through her phone and not paying the least bit of attention. Behind Scrags was Esther, half-asleep and drooling into the fist that was keeping their head propped up and somehow paying even less attention.

“Gwen! You’re going to distract Mr. Campbell by telling him that your car broke down and you need help. Do whatever you need to to keep him off our scent.” Gwen gave a vague nod and Keith’s gaze shifted to Esther, “Esther! You’re going to break into the shed where we’re pretty sure he’s keeping his hacker lair and download whatever looks important onto the USB thingy that Scrags made us get. Also, you should totally change his username to something stupid like ButtMonkey69! That’ll show him.”

Esther let out a soft snore before slipping off of their fist and jolting awake, “Fuck off you fucking pigs!” Then they blinked a few times and said, “Oh, what? Yeah whatever. Shed, tech, yadda yadda.”

Keith beamed at them through the mirror, “Bingo! While you’re doing that, Scrags and I will sneak into his office using Scrags’ badass spy skills and find the papers that he stole from that one lady with all those codes on them!”

“Woah! Slow your roll there, Keith! We are not doing any breaking and entering of any kind!” Scrags’ protest was immediately met with groans from the rest of the group. “No! No complaining! That is illegal and I am an officer of the law! I’m just going to show him my badge and he’ll let us in.”

A snort sounded from behind him, “No he won’t,” Esther drawled, “It’s his right to not let you in without a warrant. Which you don’t have. Also if he knows that the feds are onto him he’ll wipe everything from his system and then we’ll really never get him.”

“Also, no offense Scrags, but you’re not exactly the most persuasive person. This guy hasn’t left even a speck of actual tangible evidence, he’s not gonna let something slip after you ask him nicely,” Gwen adds. She doesn’t even afford him the decency of looking up from whatever Instagram reel she’s watching.

Scrags had no such qualms as he twisted around in his seat to look at them both incredulously. “We are not breaking in anywhere! I’m literally a cop, I won’t be picking any locks or cracking any safes without clearance!”

Silence echoed through the cramped space and Scrags thought he’d finally made his point before Keith exclaimed up beside him, “YOU CAN CRACK SAFES?!”

He brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, taking a moment to readjust his grip on his patience. Scrags has dealt with some truly horrendous criminals, and being the best agent in his division comes with the wonderful side effect of making enemies of some very dangerous people. He’s literally been captured, tortured, and held hostage more than once in his career.

Surely he could handle his three friends in a cramped space.

“Yes Keith, I can crack safes. It was part of my training in my division and I currently hold the record for the fastest time.” What? Scrags is allowed to brag a little. “And no, I will not show you because that would require breaking the law. Lockpicking Scrags is a thing of the past, sorry to disappoint.”

Keith’s too busy gaping, caught up in what is most likely a grossly exaggerated sequence of Scrags’ adventures in safecracking, so Gwen finally reaches forward to grab onto his shoulder, shaking him. “Come on, Scrags! You were always better than us with those magic fingers of yours!”

To emphasize her point, she reaches a little further and crawls her fingers up the side of his neck, laughing when Scrags jerks away with a choked-off snort. He brings a hand up to rub away the lingering sensation as he says “Okay, first of all, that’s disgusting. Never say that I have ‘magic fingers’ again. Second of all,” He raises his voice to be heard over the resulting jeers, “if you guys are doing this, I want no part in it! Keith can figure it out on his own!”

He raised his hands in defense of the volley of protests and complaints launched his way. Keith going as far as taking a hand off of the steering wheel to smack him much to Scrags’ immediate panic.

“You can’t make me do it, dude! I’ve never been able to figure out all that shit. It’s too much paying close attention for me and I never had to do it with you around!” Keith complained.

Esther, having been quiet for the last little bit, finally offered, “What? Do you not remember how to?”

Scrags could feel their smirk directed at him as he sputtered, “Hey— What?! Of course I still know how to! What kind of—I mean—I’m a field agent!”

“Yeah? Prove it then. Pick the lock on Mr. Campbell's back door.” They were goading him. Scrags knew that they were goading him.

“No!” He was putting his foot down, “I’m not doing it and you can’t make me!”

Something shifted at that. The atmosphere in the van became supercharged and Scrags could feel the hairs on his arms rising. Gwen and Keith were holding their breath while the weight of Esther’s stare bore down on him.

Scrags refused to falter. Give Esther an inch and you were wrapped up in a bow before you knew it. So he faced forward and he didn’t say anything, not when he heard the concerning click of a seatbelt becoming undone, not when the sound of them shifting closer to him reached his ears, and not even when they said “Are you sure about that? Last chance to change your mind.”

Maybe he should’ve said something. Maybe that would’ve saved him from his fate. But he didn’t and Esther shrugged, “Suit yourself.”

Suddenly, two hands clawed into his ribs from behind, and his resulting shriek shocked Keith into swerving just slightly before righting them.

“Esther no!” Scrags’ attempt to jolt out of reach was thwarted by the seatbelt locking him in place, trapping him woefully in reach of Esther’s evil grasp. “Plehehehease!”

Of course, his pleading went unheard. “Alright shitheads, here’s the new plan!” They shouted over Scrags’ laughter, “It’s the exact same as the old plan, but I tickle Scrags until he agrees to pull his goddamn weight. Who’s with me?”

His frantic “Nohohoho!” was enthusiastically drowned out by a resounding “Hell yeah!” from Gwen and Keith.

“Sounds good. We’re ready whenever you are, Scrags!” They didn’t bother letting up, kneading at his sides in a way that had him wheezing as he tried to slap their hands away. His attempts to at least double over continued to be thoroughly unsuccessful, much to everyone’s delight.

“Oh this is just perfect!” Gwen said, “Keith, get his knees for us, the fans are definitely gonna want to see that. And do you mind angling your face a little more towards me, Scrags? I want to capture that adorable smile in all its glory!”

Scrags did her one better and whipped around in shock to see a camera pointed at him, the face behind it beaming at him.

He didn’t get a chance to say anything before he heard Keith’s “Yeah okay!” and saw him reaching a hand over out of the corner of his eye.

A bolt of panic struck him moments before the sensation did, shooting up his leg like electricity. “NO! Keheheheheith plehehehease! Shitshitshihihihihit!” Scrags reached out for Keith’s hand, intent on prying it off, but was swiftly thwarted by Esther taking the opportunity to dig into the topmost of his ribs and his arms slammed back down with a screech.

“ESTHER WHY?!” Was all he managed to get out before succumbing to helpless laughter, head thrown back and hair spilling over the seat.

“I had to make sure that you didn’t accidentally fuck with the wheel,” They explained as though they weren’t currently reducing him to near tears, “Keith is still driving, you know.”

Nothing other than half-babbled pleas escape him for a moment because Esther may be right, but that doesn’t mean that Scrags has to be happy about it.

Then, Keith decides to try one of his old “magic tricks” as he used to call them and crack an egg on Scrags’ knee. He used to do it all the time when they were kids because every time without fail, Scrags would lose his shit.

It seems as though nothing’s changed except for the fact that, now, Scrags can’t get away and Keith just keeps fucking going.

Suddenly, he remembers what got him into this situation in the first place and folds like wet paper. “OKAY! OKAHAHAHAY I gihihihihihive! I’ll pick your stuhuhuhupid lock just lemme gohohohoho!”

The hands attacking him vanish in an instant and Scrags is left to catch his breath amidst the cheers, leaning against the door for support despite having been sitting the whole time. Keith pats his leg at the same time Esther ruffles his hair and Scrags jumps before melting into the affection to a few lighthearted coos.

“See? That wasn’t so hard!” Esther quips, then “Hey Gwen, send me that video when you get a chance, okay? I’ll need it for the next time Scrags tries to back out of a patented Solve It Squad plan.”

Scrags’ groan was mostly for show, and wasn’t very convincing either way because of the smile still plastered across his face.

He settled back in his seat, a bit more relaxed than before as he surveyed his team. Keith was humming along to the song playing on the radio, his fingers drumming contentedly as he watched the road. Esther and Gwen were watching what Scrags could only assume was the video Gwen had just taken, laughing and pushing each other playfully.

A long sigh escaped him as he gazed out the window, letting the sun’s warmth wash over him and basking in the comfort that being with his family brought him.

Wow. There really are no other idiots I would rather break the law for.

[charliewrites99]

Every single woman on this show is such a win for bisexuals everywhere.

[wexhappyxfew]

why hello friends - since my last post a few days ago, i’ve seen finally gotten to thanksgiving break AND am nearly done all applications for grad school! and with my brain having time to actually ya know…breathe, i’ve rekindled my excitement with ATTDC for band of brothers….not sure if i still have people interests in that (or remember that fic lmao) but i have some good ideas and some of what i’ve written but yet to publish just really makes me happy i wrote it so…more of that in the future :)

[orchideous-nox]

I.....should go to bed, it's nearly 3am 🙃🙃🙃🙃

[unic0rnsandmurder]

I have found the blueprint I will follow upon embarking on my Evil Villain phase. Esther, I salute your horrifying badassery.