#goldbricker

[froyocorp]

silly cogs i made with my mind

[hogans-heroes]

Freevee wouldn’t let me take a screenshot so enjoy this low-quality photo of Kinch and LeBeau doing the absolute minimum

[zorroshenhouse]

Meindi Wip

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_514 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

I liked Carwood Lipton right away, I could see he was a good, smart kid, very conscientious, used his brain. Joe Toye, he was tough as nails, looked out for the others. Chuck Grant, Ken Mercier, Salty Harris, all smart, took care of the other men. They ended up sergeants. They were all good. I liked Johnny Martin, too. He was a loner, he didn’t get along with others, he was a force to be reckoned with, and he was a goldbrick (but not when it came to combat—he became sergeant of 1st Platoon). I thought he was as smart as me. He could get out of doing anything. He’d beg, borrow, and steal to get what he wanted. They called him the Scrounger. You needed a truck, he got you a truck. You need a tank, he’ll get you a tank. You need eggs, he’ll bring in the chickens. We became good friends right away. He got married that summer to a girl named Pat and I was his best man.

~ Bill Guarnere

[blogofmayhem]

SUIT NAMES FOR YOUR COG OC!

Lazy personality: Shrirker/Slogger/Sluggard: a person who does very hard or dull work. Malingerer: someone shirking their duty by feigning illness or incapacity. Straggler: someone who moves slowly or more slowly than others. Goldbrick: one who deliberately avoids work or duty. Latecomer: one that arrives late.

Nervous personality: Handwringer: a person who is inclined to worry. Crapehanger: a morose, gloomy, or pessimistic person. Rumormonger: someone who spreads worrying rumours or needlessly alarms people Minimifidian: a person inclined to question or doubt accepted opinions Fussbudget: one who complains or fusses a great deal, especially about unimportant matters Chatty personality: Big talker/Loudmouth/Prattler: one who chats or talks to excess. Interlocutor: a person who asks questions or conducts surveys on a given topic. Gasconader: someone with a tendency or predisposition to brag or boast Self-promoter: a person prone to boasting or showing off. Scandalmonger: a person who tends to talk too much in an offensive or tactless way. Immoral personality: Hoodwinker: a person who behaves dishonestly in order to gain an advantage. Mountebank: one who sells by deception. Finagler: a person who engages in swindling or finagling. Big-time operator/Wheeler-dealer: a shrewd, cunning player skilled in manipulating situations for personal gain. Fortune hunter: someone who takes advantage of any opportunity, or others, for personal gain. Puppetmaster/String-puller: a person who controls other people. Magsman: a person who behaves dishonestly in order to gain an advantage. Part 2 sometime? Give me suggestions!!!!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Word List: Gold

beautiful words with "gold" for your next poem/story

Goldbrick - a worthless brick that appears to be of gold; something that appears to be valuable but is actually worthless

Goldcrest - golden-crested kinglet, specifically: a tiny European kinglet (Regulus regulus) having a bright yellow crown patch bordered with black

Goldcup - buttercup; a marsh marigold (Caltha palustris)

Goldenbush - any of various rabbitbrushes (especially genus Ericameria)

Goldeneye - either of two diving ducks (genus Bucephala) with small yellow eyes; a lacewing (family Chrysopidae) with yellow eyes

Goldentwig - a red osier dogwood (Cornus stolonifera flaviramea) with yellow branchlets

Goldenwing - a flicker (Colaptes auratus) or a kind of woodpecker

Goldflower - any of several yellow-flowered or predominantly yellow-flowered composite plants

Goldmist - a grayish yellow that is greener and very slightly lighter than chamois and greener, lighter, and stronger than old ivory or crash

Goldspink - the European goldfinch

Goldstone - aventurine glass spangled close and fine with particles of gold-colored material

Goldthread - a plant of the genus Coptis especially: a low smooth perennial North American herb (C. groenlandica) with alternately divided leaves and a bright yellow rootstock

Goldweed - any of several plants of the genus Ranunculus especially: corn crowfoot i.e., a common European crowfoot (Ranunculus arvensis) with pale yellow flowers and spiny achenes

Marigold - any of a genus (Tagetes) of composite herbs with showy usually yellow, orange, or maroon flower heads

Palegold - a metallic powder made of a brass alloy and having the appearance of gold when used as a paint pigment

If any of these words inspire your writing, do tag me or send me a link. I'd love to read your work!

More: Word Lists

[bubblegumbarbie33]

The Lost Boys Using Slang From When I Headcanon They Got Turned

David, 1910's: This hunt is gonna be duck soup, don't worry about it. Marko's just being a goldbrick cause he doesn't want to deal with dumping the bodies. Yes- we DO have to dump the bodies Marko, remember that time in the 40's you ended up in the hoosegow because you ripped those honey-mooner's throats out and left the evidence behind? Oh, you wanna go, ya bimbo? Yeah, that's what I thought. You gotta quit letting me get on yer nerves ya crackpot.

Michael, leaning over whisper to Dwayne: What the fuck is he saying?

-

Marko, 1930's: Ackamarackus! It's gonna be aces! Quite talking that booshwash and gimme a five-spot so I can nab us some rotgut from the convenience store. Don't be a tightwad, Paul, I know you've got some dough in your pockets. I can't just filch it from 'em, last time I did that the coppers got on my ass and I had to rip their throats out.

Michael, whispering softly to himself: What the fuck?

-

Dwayne, 1950's: Well, half of the time Marko and Paul act like little ankle-biters. Somehow they always manage to feed girls on the boardwalk some smooth apple butter though. Although last time Paul got a little too excited and flashed his teeth- had those girls beating feet pretty quick. They had a bitchin' ride, really burned rubber on the way out, but we caught 'em. It should be easy for you to draw in the ladies Michael, you're a bit of dreamboat. Oh, don't have a cow David, no one's stealing him from you. Besides, Michael's a bit too nerdy to impress me. I mean it! Word from the bird!

Michael, mouthing silently: Word from the bird?

-

Paul, 1970's: You're not gonna get all flower power on us, are you? I'm gonna be honest Michael, sometimes when we're rapping it gets a little too peace and lovey for my taste. Wait, hang on, I wanna listen to the lick in this song. There it is. You know, these guys are doing a gig up in L.A. later this year- I'm stoked. David thinks they're a little off the wall, but I just think they've got a certain X-Factor, y'know?

Michael, nodding: I can actually understand the words that are coming out of your mouth right now.

-

Bonus, Star and Michael, 1980's:

Star: Ugh, bag your face Michael, you look like you just got hit by a truck.

Michael: I had to book it back here, alright, I didn't have time to clean up.

Star: That's cause you're turning into a total couch potato. You just lie on the ground after you eat- y'know it's just like a man-

Michael: Star, don't be a hoser alright, it's not because I'm a MAN-

Star: No, I'm being legit, like, I've been reading a lot of interesting literature about feminism and how woman are socialized-

Michael: Where are you getting books from?

Star: Dwayne has a library card. Y'know Santa Carla's got a primo library.

Michael: What- Oh, shit, some of that skater didn't go down right, I think I'm gonna ralph.

Star: Smooth move, Travolta. Ugh- dude, you puked on my shoes, what's your damage?

David and the boys, watching from the corner: Kids these days sound so weird.

[blue-rose-soul]

Devils Lost son au:

With all this talk about Michael and Alastor being relatively close. I can't stop thinking about Alastor making a ranking chart for the angels that just has Michael as #1 week after week. No one know how to increase their rank but a competition has started and they want to claim that top spot.

You know what's funny is that initially it was meant to be just one angelic uncle-mentor, but somehow it turned into a package deal of three evil advisors and one well-meaning but often absent uncle to a traumatized child with a budding god complex. (Said god complex is not at all helped by aforementioned evil advisors.)

Samael: Okay, I managed to get him away from the dinosaur remnant but- Samael: ...What am I looking at right now? Uriel: [Covered in copious amounts of powdered sugar, batter, oil, and rapidly-healing burns.] Uriel: I'm making beignets. Samael: (exasperated) Why are you making beignets? Gabriel, poking his head in: In a futile attempt to overshadow the revolutionary gift I made for our darling nephew! Uriel: Ah yes; a noise-making war toy. Who but you could have come up with that marvel? Gabriel: [Cradling his cathedral radio like a baby.] Gabriel: Just you wait; by the turn of the decade, humans will have one of these in every household! And the little Morningstar will be able to boast he had the first one! Uriel: And how will he explain to his mortal caretakers where it came from? Gabriel: Oh, I'm sure he can be discrete- Uriel: It's a radio. It makes noise. Gabriel: It's not like there's much for it to pick up yet- Uriel: THEN WHY GIVE HIM A RADIO!? Gabriel: SO HE CAN HAVE ONE BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE! Samael: WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE GUIDING HIM TO UPTURN THE FOUNDATIONS OF HELL, NOT TURNING HIM INTO A SPOILT GOLDBRICK! Uriel & Gabriel: ... Uriel: Cranky 'cause you're always the bottom of the chart, aren't ya? Samael: [Snaps his fingers and teleports the crocodile onto the kitchen counter. Leaves while Uriel and Gabriel try to wrestle it under control.]

[froyocorp]

theyre still in my head and hate one anothurrrr Thats the dynamic!

[play-now-my-lord]

i'm a time-and-motion engineer and i hate my latest assignment: monitoring this lousy bear's scavenging behavior. i'll level with you, i've grown to despise the guy. weak APM, absolutely no hustle. hold on, what the fuck is he doing now - why are you lying down in a sunbeam! rise and grind, you goldbricking son of a bitch!!!

[fountainpenguin]

130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash

💗 Pink Train Arc

(July 2016 - Ongoing)

"You just couldn't resist the giant hippo wish, could you?" "Hey, you didn't argue then. Did you have a better way to block the portal door without destroying it and upsetting Poof?" "Fingerprint scanners! Always go for the fingerprint scanners!" "But that's so overplayed."

- Fluff, Drama, & Angst

- Prompts related to the main cast and associates: Timmy, Cosmo, Wanda, Chloe, Kevin, their parents, Blonda, Schnozmo, Trixie, Jimmy Neutron, Sparky, and human OCs like Hadley

- Poof's arc is in Lavender Train, Remy and Juandissimo in Yellow Train, Dale in Tan Train, Gary and Crocker in Purple Train, and Mark, Vicky, and Tootie are in Green Train

Summary

Timmy is an average kid with an overactive imagination... Ask anyone, though no one understands. He's still hoping for several more warm and cozy years with his fairy family. After all he's done for Fairy World, doesn't he deserve a break? Poof's left home for the Spellementary dorms. Chloe now holds custody of Cosmo and Wanda on even-numbered days, leaving Timmy with the odds. Kevin and Molly are struggling as step-siblings, but what else is new? Daily life necessitates juggling friends, back-up friends, love interests, aggressive teachers, bullies, babysitters, a puppy with a shady past... ... Well, one thing's for sure: there's never a dull moment in Dimmsdale!

Rated Gen and T

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Cloudlands AU - Detailed warnings & other AU info

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Highlights of this arc:

- Imaginary Gary watches Timmy make new friends. This is fine. - After a time-travel escapade to dinosaur times, Wanda and Cosmo are scolded by the Pixies and then thoroughly washed down to prevent an outbreak of ancient bacteria. - Wanda struggles to connect with her...... Well, that celebrity kid Blonda's looking after. Westley Periwinkle, was it? - Time for Timmy to find a gift for the Fairy Reunion gift exchange is running out, and Gray Tuesday may be his last hope- even if today is for Pixies what Friday the 13th is for Anti-Fairies. - Timmy steals Lazy-Eye Larry’s engagement ring back from his ex-fiancée in return for $70. See also, “Dimmsdale Daze.” - Wanda leaves a 14% tip for a waiter, then feels guilty and breaks into his house to leave the other 6%. See also, “Fairly Old Parent.” - In the far future, Cosmo and Wanda look after an unusual godkid: a giant centipede alien on a frozen planet - Cosmo reluctantly allows teen Poof to drive his car.

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"Tell me that I've been a louse and a loafer- You won't get a fight here, no ma'am! Say I'm a goldbrick, a goof-off, no good... but that couldn't be all that I am..." (x)

[dragonsruby]

Hey, I just made a sideblog for the character Aladdin, if anyone's interested! Roleplays, writings, and general fan stuff. I'll still post a lot of the Aladdin stuff on here too, but I'll try to keep the roleplays and writings over there so as to not clutter my space up.

@goldbrick-and-diamond if you want to mess around with me.

[kittyball23]

Lullaby (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: On the way to their first destination, the Trolls have a brief campout for the night

A/N: An idea by FandomKingdomGirl on AO3 as well as @pixarchan :)

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Nobody realized how much of a distance it was to their first stop, until the sky began to turn a gradient sunset color, and then gave way into night.

They had set out in the morning, traveling all day without rest, and it had taken its toll on the caterbus. Rhonda stretched out each of her four green legs and then flopped down on the ground, letting out a great big yawn. John Dory seated himself next to her and patted her fondly, the caterbus letting out a happy little purr in response.

Poppy in the meantime had nursed a fire, supplying wood to it so that it continued to keep them each warm. Sleeping bags were being set up by Branch around it, so they could all turn in for the night and be readily re-energized once tomorrow came.

“Ooo,” Tiny Diamond said, seeing the setup. “Are we gonna be telling scary stories?”

“No,” Poppy shook her head. “We’re gonna go to sleep.”

“What?” Tiny said, like he couldn’t believe it.

“It’s way past your bedtime,” the Pop Queen said matter-of-factly.

“A man doesn’t need bedtime!” Tiny Diamond pouted, crossing his arms.

“Oh, yes you do!” Poppy said. “How else are you gonna grow up to be big and strong?”

“Aunt Poppy, I’m already big and strong, see?” He flexed the teeny little muscles he had on his arms and Poppy sighed.

Branch could tell she was tired. With how energetic she was throughout the day, it all came crashing down at night. A fussy child was not something she would rather deal with right now when there was a nice, comfortable slumber awaiting her. So Branch stepped in to help.

“Proud of your boy

I'll make you proud of your boy

Believe me, bad as I've been, Ma

You're in for a pleasant surprise,

I've wasted time

I've wasted me

So say I'm slow for my age

A late bloomer, Okay, I agree…”

Branch sang just loud enough so that it could be heard over the crackling of the flames, and other nature sounds around them. Poppy glanced at him with delighted surprise, always charmed to hear his voice, but Tiny Diamond wasn’t sharing her sentiments exactly.

“A lullaby?” he said. “Nice try, but that never - “ He broke off, yawning suddenly, and realizing that it just might be working. Seeing that it was, Branch continued.

“That I've been one rotten kid

Some son, some pride and some joy

But I'll get over these lousin' up

Messin' up, screwin' up times

You'll see, Ma, now comes the better part

Someone's gonna make good

Cross his stupid heart

Make good and finally make you

Proud of your boy…”

It was clear that Tiny was falling to the sleeping spell, with the way he was bobbing his head and trying really hard not to let his eyes get too droopy. But he was being stubborn. He still had his glittery arms crossed and was sitting up straight. But Branch didn’t let it deter him.

“Tell me that I've been a louse and loafer

You won't get a fight here, no ma'am

Say I'm a goldbrick, a good-off, no good

But that couldn't be all that I am

Water flows under the bridge

Let it pass, let it go

There's no good reason that you should believe me

Not yet, I know, but…”

Poppy sighed in admiration, her hands tucked under her chin and her eyes dilated. He was so captivating when he sang. That voice of his was something special, a gift from the heavens that bore much talent. It was no longer anything new to her, but it was to someone else who hadn’t heard his singing voice for nearly two decades.

John Dory was just about to snooze against his pet caterbus, when Branch’s singing had made him perk right up. It sounded totally bro-dacious! Not realizing it, his jaw had dropped and his eyes had gone wide as the realization came to him. That was Baby Branch, the little infant who was only an inch tall and who’d sang there on stage next to him when he was a teenager, with a voice that was still developing in strength and uniqueness. Clearly, Branch hadn’t given up singing, and he seemed to have perfected his vocals so stunningly in the years he was on his own…

… years that John Dory was absent for.

A guilt suddenly came upon the teal Troll. He began to think back to how he’d greeted Branch back at the wedding earlier that day, as if no years had passed by, as though it was just another day up to their brotherly antics, when it obviously wasn’t the case. There were many years in between, years where he could’ve seen Branch grow into that lovely voice, and helped guide him there vocally. That was no longer possible… not without a time machine, which, didn’t exist of course.

Still, he wondered if there was a way to make amends to that bond…

“Someday and soon

I'll make you proud of your boy

Though I can't make myself taller

Or smatter or handsome or wise…”

John Dory had taken a leap of faith in joining in on the song, hoping that Branch wouldn’t get upset. Branch did not stop singing, but he did look over in surprise at his brother. A part of him was annoyed. He hadn’t wanted JD to sing with him. He wanted to sing with him only when the time required it, when they had already retrieved Spruce and Clay and were ready to do the perfect Family Harmony to free Floyd. But he couldn’t stop himself now. It would break the serene melody that was finally making Tiny shut his eyes for good, the fight in him to stay awake lost.

“I'll do my best, what else can I do?

Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you

Mom, I will try to

Try hard to make you

Proud of your boy…”

Both brothers sang, and Branch felt a little spark inside him once they’d concluded. It hadn’t sounded awful. It had sounded pretty good, and John Dory was beaming at him. Branch didn’t scowl at him. He didn’t smile just yet, but he wasn’t frowning or huffing either. He was just looking at him with the slightest hint of appreciation.It wasn’t much, but it was just enough for JD to get that vibe that things could be amended. They weren’t beyond repair - they could still be put right.

Poppy was bubbly with joy as she grabbed the sleeping baby and tucked him into one of the sleeping bags. Tiny smiled in his sleep and cuddled the blanket close to him, sucking his thumb. She then turned her gaze to Branch and JD, and could see the expressions on their faces. They’re going to be great friends by the end of this trip! Poppy thought to herself, looking forward to when she would see her boyfriend and his brother pal around, singing songs and hugging and dancing like they had years before.

Branch broke his gaze away first, and he glanced around them. “Wait… where am I gonna sleep?”

Poppy cocked her head. “Huh?” She looked down, and suddenly realized the predicament. Poppy had placed Tiny in Branch’s sleeping bag, and by the looks of it, the Trolling seemed far too comfortable to be moved. Aside from John Dory’s sleeping bag, which he was already settled into, there was only Poppy’s pink one.

“Ohhh… oops,” the Pop Queen said, biting her lip in contemplation.

“Hmm,” JD thought, and then he snapped his fingers as he thought of a perfect solution. “Say, why don’tcha sleep together!”

“WHAT?!”

John Dory reared back as the two Trolls yelled in shock back at him. “Whoa, chill, alright? I just thought the sleeping bag looked big enough to fit ya,” he explained. “What’d you think I meant?”

As Poppy’s face turned red with a blush, Branch already began to walk off. “You know what? I, uh, I can just gather some leaves and moss and stuff and I’ll just make myself a pile to sleep on, okay? Okay!” He hurried off.

“But won’t that be uncomfortable?” John Dory called after him.

“NOPE!” came the strained reply.

JD was confused when Poppy too didn’t want to speak anymore. “Well, goodnight!” she squeaked, quickly tucking herself into the pink sleeping bag and making sure to turn her face away from his.

John Dory exchanged a baffled look with Rhonda. “Was it something I said?”

Rhonda only shrugged.

__________________________________________ A/N: Song is "Proud of Your Boy" from the Aladdin musical 🎶

[toweringclam]

Limbus OC: Gail

Name: Gail

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Height: 4'11"

Weapon: "Argente" (her prosthetic legs)

Color: Prarie Sand (#97331F)

Emoji: 🌪

Literary reference: The Wizard of Oz, by L Frank Baum.

Hair: Auburn, worn in pigtails.

Skin: Pale with prominent freckles

Build: Stocky torso, long and graceful limbs, like a dancer or gymnast.

Assessment: Aloof, distracted, and discontent. Always wishes she were somewhere else. Past trauma makes forming close bonds with others difficult. She responds better to positive reinforcement, so favor flattery over intimidation.

Background: The essential tragedy of Gail's life is that she has never had a home that hasn't been taken from her by forces beyond her understanding or control.

As a kid, she lived in high society. Her father had worked his way up from a farmhand to a magnate, owning numerous farms in the outer districts. He made sure she knew how to protect herself in both high society and low, giving her the best training in the arts (especially dance and martial). However, at some point, her parents died. No one ever told her why (it was a hit by a rival), they were just there one day, and then they were gone.

Then she went to spend the rest of her youth on a farm with her aunt and uncle. It was hard work, but she found a home there too. Then it was suddenly taken away by... something. Anomaly? Distortion? Something worse? All she remembers is that a beast with a thousand legs descended from the sky and destroyed everything she held dear.

Gail escaped, though her legs were crushed, and she used the last money she had to get her prosthetics. Forced to scrape by on her own, her talents were recognized by a small Fixer crew called the Goldbricks. There was Glinda, their manager. Strawman, the brains of the operation. Lion, the muscle. Chopfyt, the heart. And Gail, the scout. Here, also, she found a home. However, their last mission was a disaster. She still doesn't know who sold them out. Even though they succeeded, they were scattered to the winds, and she was detained.

When offered a deal, she took it gladly. But she feels like she can never get too comfortable here. How long until this home, too, is ripped away?

EGO: "No Going Back." Gail does a pirouette, spinning faster and faster until she's engulfed in a tornado. She then crashes into the enemies for a multi-target attack. She says, "A prison cell can never be home..."

Outfit: Mostly standard uniform. However, the design of her legs means that pants would likely get caught in her knee joints. Shorts were deemed too unprofessional-looking, so she wears an a-line skirt over athletic leggings. Both go to mid-thigh, just above where her prosthetic starts.

[g4ymer4rtist]

another funny thing of smth that happened to me while playing bendy

so you know the part where henry, alisson, and tom fight lost ones right? this took place at that part.

so i was like trying my best to kill htem and i got a few hits in, but then i got the goldbricking achievment ( you get it by letting the others do the work ). I WAS TRYING BUT I WAS DOING SO BAD THE GAME THOUGHT I WASNT????