#live poker

[puntoapuesta]

🔴 LIVE POKER 🔥 Poker Pros vs Amateurs Who Will Dominate the Table

[northstarscowboyhat]

Peepaw Starlo struggles. Autism 2 autism communication struggles.

[clarissaweasley-10]

Jordie probably spent his last hours reflecting on how much he failed his little brother-

[grickle14]

They met up every Tuesday after daycare.

[aspecbuddie]

6b is truly wild to me, especially 6x10-15. I mean, the lightning, the buckley parents return, the coma and the buck and bobby (and may) of it all, the kitchen and couch scene, eddie canonically being buck's safe place, them talking about the shooting, eddie and chris just hanging at the loft doing homework, buck and eddie scamming their coworkers and bobby just watching fondly, the poker date, buck and chris baking cookies for school with no eddie in sight and no explanation, the absolute shambles of eddie trying to date, the graveyard scene, the way they look at each other in every single episode??? so much happened and so much of it felt straight out of fic and I have to keep reminding myself it's canon

[ginger-rat]

How Six sleeps after killing legionnaires

[ratatatastic]

welcome to once a cat always a cat, skating with brandon montour but the pantrs cut

"Who's the best prankster that you've played with in the NHL?" "Best but sneaky because he plays it off like he's on your side. Matty Tkachuk."

"Best and worst guy to sit next to on the plane?" "Best guy, Chucky. Worst... I'm gonna say Aaron Ekblad and that's uh for reasons I won't discuss 😁"

[moistvonlipwig]

the funniest part of omwf is that spike leaves for the bronze at the same time the others do and then we see him walk into a random alley and turn around and look confused and then he shows up at the bronze way later than everyone else. what happened to you buddy. did you get lost

[giurochedadomani]

Kind of need Shanks thinking that he's playing it cool and being very subtle without realizing that he's called Mihawk five different kinds of lovey dovey names in the past conversations

[sammy8d257]

The way I ugly sobbed 3 times over Minecraft RP in one stream

The F in Team F stands for Fucked Up

Because Day 31 with Team F got me FUCKED UP

[formosusiniquis]

this doesn't have a title cause it's late and I have work in the morning. this is a surprise gift for @cauldronoflove cause her fic last week and the whatever is going on with this show did something to my brain (positive) wc: 860 | T | pre-Max/Avery/Tristan (odt3?)

“Welcome to Eyes Wide Shut week, doctor.” Tristan's smile pulls up higher on the right side, Max’s side, as he wiggles his fingers in a wave at a woman boarding. Her dress is tight as her hold on her husband's arm. She's older than him, easily old enough to be Tristan’s mother.

“Don't call it that,” Avery chides, still it's hard not to miss the amusement that sparkles in her eyes.

“That's the Tom Cruise movie?” He finds himself asking. He hadn't read the briefing, he never reads the briefing, far preferring this rundown where his experienced team tells him what he actually needs to know.

“So he knows the finer details of the Barbie Dreamhouse but not one of the best Cruise films to date?” Tristan muses.

That earns an actual reaction from Avery. Max can feel the smile playing on his own lips as her eyes widen and she leans enough to see around him to stare at Tristan, mouth dropped open just a breath in her disbelief. “Not Interview with the Vampire?”

“I did say ‘one of.’ I can like more than one thing.”

“Oh yes, I forgot you hit two of the B's for your little poker game.”

The quip is right there for the taking and something about the two of them has made it harder and harder for Max to resist taking. “Our Tristan is pretty butch, isn’t he?”

Pleasure ripples across Tristan’s face instinctually accepting the compliment implied with the claim before the next wave crashes over top of it, him catching the tease.

“Funny.” There’s a charm to his scowl. If Tristan weren’t so handsome when he was mad, he wouldn’t be so fun to rile up. As it stands, there’s a light in his eyes as he plans his next comeback, and the tight draw of his brow somehow compliments the line of his jaw. “Maybe you'll find someone who appreciates your wit during this year’s swingers week.”

“That’s what this week is?” He can feel his smile in his cheeks and his eyebrows arching up his hairline. In the milieu beneath their feet he watches with fresh eyes the way the boarding couples greet one another. The way greetings linger, hands on elbows and kisses pressed to cheeks.

“Officially,” Avery says, a warning note in her voice that the fondness on her face betrays, “we are hosting high ranking guests from several fraternal orders.”

“And unofficially?”

“Priapism is the diagnosis of the week.”

A grin that's all boarding school charm melts across Tristan's face. “Good thing for your steady hands, Doctor Odyssey.”

His own smile turns small, his face feels warm as he takes his eyes off his crew and looks back down at the boarding passengers. Faces with the bland similarity that he associates with wealth and power. A former Midwestern Senator moving around the floor holds his focus but not his attention.

That is devoted to the memory of Avery, laid out on his table. His fingers alongside Tristan’s inside her, her life in their hands.

“I thought swingers were couples.”

“Yes, that’s the point.” Avery says.

“No, I just mean that couple was just making eyes at Tristan.”

“Some are just looking for a third,” he says, lips twisting into something coy. “Have you ever known me to deny a damsel in distress?”

The former Senator has found the woman that smiled up at them in the mezzanine. A scowl has found Max’s face and his hand has found Avery’s. Their knuckles graze against one another, seeking comfort in a way that’s becoming increasingly common. He thinks he could pick their hands, strong and sure, out of a line up. 

He understands more than ever the bright flashes of green eye irritation every time he and Avery emerged from a room with a locked door. Tristan laid out against white sheets with… He doesn’t even want to finish the thought.

“Don’t tell me you’re a prude, doctor.” A coy smile grows wider, teasing. Mirth and something Max has come to recognize as curiosity dance across his face, in the lines beside his eyes. 

Tristan keeps his attention on Max, but with every brush of hand against hand he knows his answer will be for both himself and Avery.

“Personally, I think the only couple I’ll worry about pleasing this week are my nurses.”

It’s not been long, but they react the way he would have predicted. Avery scoffs, smacks the back of his hand with hers before crossing her arms across her chest, playing at annoyance and disapproval. Tristan, who’s need for approval and fickle attachment Max understands much better after meeting his mother, gapes any witty retort he might have managed stolen by the blatant way the thing they have been dancing around has now been laid out like a patient on the operating table.

“Now, is there anything other than fine gauge needles we should be preparing? Antibiotics? Some compresses? Condoms?”

As he wanders toward the elevator his team follows. The previous topic not forgotten but transmuted, changed in his favor like the tide beneath him. It’s something he thinks he could get used to.

[swinging-through-the-stars]

crime doods doing activities

[meymey-draws]

GREEN DAY AND POKER FACE ON JD25?????!!!! WTH AAAAAAAAAAA

[destructive-delight]

how often do you think nikolai uses his skill to steal things?

depends on whether or not you consider misplacing items the same as stealing them (he only borrowed that telephone pole, it’s not his fault that things got so heated he didn’t get a chance to put it back… there’s so many of them around anyway, who’s gonna miss one? he even left it in a public place, if the city really wants it back so badly, they can send someone out there to get it). he certainly uses it to borrow things without asking and leave them in increasingly absurd places for the owner to find (but dos, why wouldn’t laptop go in the fridge? you’ve been complaining about the cpu overheating all week! the shampoo bottle looks way less lonely between the condiments too. where’s the mouthwash, you ask? well… smash cut to fukuchi experiencing a whole new flavour of hangover). stealing things to keep though? not sure about that.

stealing is such a boring crime anyway, especially if you have the ultimate yoinking device. i think if fyodor puts him up to a (crucial, important, don’t-fuck-it-up-under-any-circumstances) task he will make use of it so as to not unnecessarily sacrifice efficiency, but otherwise if he wants to acquire things for the low low price of free, he’ll do it by way of stupidly elaborate bamboozlements... he'll trick you into giving him what he wants, no criminal activity needed. u know how clowns sometimes involve audience members, make them go along with stupid bits and such? kind of like that. he’s charismatic, confident, dramatic. he's an actor. he has your wallet, your phone and your firstborn before you realize he’s just fucking with you.

[glitchcipher]

Also just to draw attention to the fact this is a cannon line from poker night 2 about Claptrap and GLaDOS’s relationship

This is a cannon characterisation

Do I know what it means?

No.

Do I want to?

Not really.

But now you lot can have this information too!

You can thank me later

[steamedlotusroot]

i love how different red boy and nezha are in LMK and FRZ despite being derived from the same characters :>