#shooting up a flare gun like fr. fr.

[bloodsalted]

@eyeless-smiles || a meme continuation || from here!

a confession. dean's not one to give them freely. could be the booze making his lips looser. could be how they've been meeting up. how they keep running into each other. how the company makes him feel something he hasn't felt in a long time. like he's being HEARD. underneath that is another thing. a vein that laced itself through his system, tangled itself with his and feels like it's beating all on it's own so hard and so fast his has to race to catch up and it only quickens by the hour each time cori is there.

dean can't explain how the liquor swells up in the back of his head. numbs the exposed nerves inside his brain. makes them feel dull and warm and slow so much easier as their conversations continue. and now? he finds himself catching a breath when their paths align. sneaking away from his sleeping brother so he doesn't have to answer where he's going most nights when their towns dot the same place on the map's become a thing.

tonight? it's no different. dean says what he says and doesn't take it back. forest green watches as cori's touch meets the back of his hand. his stomach flips, dean clears his throat and swallows a shot--stare pivoting back to the shaded gaze regarding him. you know he's never really seen his face. not all of it. disappated, the thought escapes his grip and he squints, wiping his opposite palm over his mouth before shrugging and dipping his head in a nod.

"i..uh." he swallows. it sticks. "yeah.. sure." unable to hide his cheeks heating up, blood pressure rising steadily where an unsteady gaze now darts back to his unfinished beer--dean polishes off the bottle. fingers wriggle, motioning for cori to lead the way. "..just a walk. somewhere not smelling like stale beer and road dirt. right?"

[pandasized-crevice]

MY FRESH JUST WATCHED KINNPORSCHE EP 14 THOUGHTS

are y’all freaking ready cus I’m not😭

back at the house okok

Ig after he remembers he’ll go get Korns headass?

Vegas looks so innocent and sweet just then

As you should protect pete!!!!

OH PORSCHE IS REMEMBERING

Baby chay!! 🥺so cute

PHOENIX TATTOO ORGINS

Bitch im gonna cry DEADASS

OH WE THERE THE WHOLE TIME🕴🏻

I’m scared Porsche is gonna shoot Korn on accident and kinns gonna come in at that moment

OH KINN IS HERE

Tell them the ACTUAL TRUTH KORN

Say sike we can’t be c o u s i n s 🕴🏻

SIDEBAR:Everyone was so quick to be like omg they’re cousins as if Korn would let them be together/bring them together if they were actually blood related

There it is:foster sister

GUN YOU FUCKER

W H A T NO😦

OH SHIT KORN HAVING A STROKE

Kinn don’t look at him like that🤨

ALL THE BROTHERS FINALLY

it would be their dad nearly dying that brings them together

wait…😶

WAIT😬

KORN DIED?!?OH SHIT I THOUGHT HE’D PULL THROUGH

oh kinn THAT DAMNED RING BRO

YOU SHOULDVE DIED GUN (he better die on god)

wait poisoned?i thought the stress of the truth got him…..🤨

His dad dead and he can’t even mourn DAMNED MAFIA LIFE

Porsche my boy☹️

Hey girlies💃🕺

All these whores underestimating my boy 😤

YUHHH MAFIA LEADER KINN THINGS

oh lord there goes the minor families boys

Vegas in the tan suit🥵

pause:are vegas pants like flared? thats giving

Wait if Chan dies……😶

OH TELL HIM CHAN

Chan you are so cool sir🗣🧎‍♀️

ITS STARTING WHORES ITS STARTING

🚨THE MAFIA SHOW IS MAFIAING🚨🔫

NO CHAN I WAS JUST KIDDING NOOOO

DAMNIT SOMEONE BETTER END GUN DEADASS

one last smoke i salute you chan🫡

GOOD LORD MY BOYS

POL NO YALL CAN'T TAKE POL TOO

FUCK THEM UP KINNPETE

PORSCHE PLEASE PULL UP SOON

YESSSS OUR BOY IS HERE

FUCK YES DUDE OMG

kinns "porsche" AYAHAHAH

THIS QUEEN GO GIRL YESS

it time hoes

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IM ON YOUR SIDE AHAHAHhAHAHFHBDRJ.FJKRHFNJERHNER ER

🗣YESSSSSSSS THE GUN SPINNING🗣

KINN PLEASE🫣😳😏

FINALLY FREEFALL WITH KINNPORSCHE

*the woman was too in awe & stunned to speak*

CRAP KINN GET UP

NO PORSCHE FUCK YOU VEGAS

pete NOWS YOUR TIME WHERE ARE YOU

NOT PORSCHE NOT THE HEART

um.....🤨🕴🏻

TANKHUN?!?!

YESSS MY KING ARM DOES IT AGAIN🫶

ERIKA YOU ARE A QUEEN

YESSSSS GO GIRL🫶

HEY CHAY

hair dye product placement nice nice

AHAHA KIM IS THERE TO PROTECT CHAY

FUCK THEM UP KIM YESSS

his face dude 😂

chay just chilling while kim fighting for their lives💀

kim the badass you are🧎‍♀️

NO NOT ERIKA😦😩

no fuck you,you killed my parents

OOOOOOH WHAT😯

NO FUCKING WAY 😦

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK😧

these fools i stg

PETE!!!!!!!!!GET HIM PETE FR

shiiiiiit🫢

OHHH MY GOD

SAY FUCKING SIKE RN

HE'S ALIVE?!??????!!!!!dude what the fuck

NO FUCKING WAY

YALL ARE SHITTING ME

SHE'S A L I V E?!?!

dude once again WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

W O W

DUDE WHATS THE ACTUAL FUCKING TRUTH

man i'd shoot korn anyway,just a little🤏

oh hey vegas

your dad was trash vegas highkey better this way

AND IF VEGAS SHOOTS KORN WHAT THEN🧍🏻

pete don't leave NOO PETE STAY WITH US

bro im crying

damn that was an all day fight huh

bitch im sobbing

*THE WOMAN WAS TOO FUCKING STUNNED TO SPEAK WTF*

WHAT?! PORSCHE MAFIA LEADER ERA?!😮

oh so chay didn't know kim was there?typical

OOOOOH YEAH PORSCHE HEAD OF MINOR FUCKING FAMILY LOOK HIM ASHHEK.FIWRN🫡👏

NOT THE TRASITION TO WHEN HE FIRST GOT TO THE HOUSE😭

HE. IS.SO.FUCKING.F I N E😳

yall see their fucking rings bitch im levitating

THESE BITCHES ARE SO HOT POWER FUCKING COUPLE BITCH

TANKHUN AND TAY YES!!!!!!!

yes and pol is okay thank god

hey chay what goes on

THIS IS THE LOOKING AT HIS PHONE AND CRYING SCENE

ITS KIM SINGING WHY DONT YOU FUCKING STAY!?HIS CONFESSION TO CHAY😭

jeff fucking it up rn AS HE SHOULD YUH

OH WE ON DA BOAT

tankhun getting emotional i love him you honor

porsche not that type of surprise girl💀😏

dude just....apo is so fucking gorgeous who allowed this

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MILE

porsche smacking kinns ass is something i never knew i needed

kinn bartender era!

kinn is so fucking cheesy

BOTH OF THEM ARE THE HAND KISS PLS

I KNEW VEGAS HOE ASS WAS ALIVE

you can't kill the devil that easily😈

become one? sounds like a marriage proposal

dude i fucking love them so.much

tankhun just like me fr

their mom deserved so much better☹️

this is heartbreaking 😭

PETE MY BOY

the last glimpse we see of macau and he's asleep

WHY YOU THINK GIRL

bro stop look at them 😭just a little family fr☹️🫶

WHAT A FUCKING ROLLARCOASTER MAN. but it was an honor to ride it with yall my fellow kinnporschers🫡

[tf2workbench]

The DNA gun

The Spy’s DNA gun is a very interesting bit of unreleased code. Put simply, it allows you to shoot an enemy, then backstab them to instantly change into that class. If that ain’t interesting, nothing is.

The weapon itself was outlined in this shounic video, with stats roughly like the following:

DNA Gun Iteration 1 (*) Fires a projectile (physics similar to flares) (+) On hit: Mark target (+) Backstabbing a marked target causes you to instantly change to their class (+) Marking a target gives you faster weapon switch for 3 seconds (+) Marked targets suffer a temporary speed loss

The big part of this weapon is the ability to switch classes on the spot, which is a completely new attribute. I’m going to try to break that down bit by bit.

Target prioritization Spies, and other assassin classes, usually have an order in which they like to eliminate targets. Medics are almost always at the top, for instance. And to be sure, Spies using this weapon can adhere to this priority order - but if they mark targets beforehand, it changes the priority a little. In addition to killing whoever you stab, you immediately turn into that class, which may or may not work out in your favor. Remember that you’re likely to be behind enemy lines, so becoming a non-combat class like a Medic or Sniper is much more risky than becoming a Scout or Soldier. Each class has different uses when switched to in this way; a Heavy or Demoman, for example, might be able to get a few kills but would be unlikely to make it out alive.

Remember, though, that this weapon is entirely optional, since you can still backstab without changing classes. If you choose not to use its marking function, you’ll probably still adhere to the standard priority order. That’s a lot to think about - not just who you should stab, but whether you should change into their class.

Solo work The Spy always does best when catching targets alone, away from potential protectors. This ability holds to that pattern, since switching classes away from enemy players will afford you a little more leeway in what you do. (Although switching by stabbing somebody in a group means that they’ll have less time to warn their teammates).

It’s against an uncoordinated team that the Spy does best, and that’s even more prominent here. Killing a lone Engineer, for example, allows you to build a base behind enemy lines. Think about the chaos you could wreak!

Loadouts It’s unclear whether, when you change class, you get the victim’s loadout or your own loadout. The video seems to indicate that you get your own. Think about how you could make this synergize - for example, a Eureka Effect Engineer can set up a teleporter and get an easy pathway to and from the enemy’s side of the map. A Backburner Pyro is in an ideal place to get some stealthy kills, and skillful use of the Ubersaw could cause chaos in the enemy ranks. Conversely, a Brass Beast Heavy or Scottish Resistance Demoman are probably doomed.

This ties in to another point I want to make: using this weapon to its fullest requires you to be a generalist, an all-rounder who can play each class effectively - and has each of your loadouts optimized to work best with it. This is a wonderful way to get players to branch out, but since players usually prefer to play a few specialized classes, it might be a bit much to deal with.

Playing against it I think players going up against this weapon would have a frustrating experience. Of course, you’d be notified when you’re marked - which can happen at great distances, since this gun seems to be pretty spammable. As it’s coded right now, the mark never expires, meaning you’re always watching your back. It’s like playing under the shadow of the knife, which can be extremely stressful. Spy paranoia is part of the game - you’re supposed to look behind you, and have teammates watching your back - but I think this would take it a bit too far.

Attaching a duration to the mark is mandatory, for sure. Once the timer is up, you’re free to go about your standard play (although you do know there’s a Spy on the loose, so you should probably stick close to your team and be prepared to spycheck).

One thing I can’t predict, but am interested in: the social dynamics in the team that’s playing against this. Would you get angry if an enemy used your teammate to become a Heavy and kill you? I think this weapon’s existence would promote a lot of team coordination and sticking together, which is a great thing. However, we do have to bear in mind that not all teammates are people you can rely on - and not all people have access to a mic to warn their allies expediently. Careful playtesting is required to see how this makes enemies feel.

Conclusion This is really a fascinating idea, and I want to see how it would play, both mechanically and socially. There are so many ways it could be abused, broken, and exploited, but at the core, it adds a ton of interesting new experiences for both the wielder and their foes. If properly tuned, I think it could be a fantastic new weapon.

[lpwrites]

trust me, mister agent (my papers are fine)

The first time Howard Stark waltzes into the secure SSR building unannounced, half the agents have their guns out and trained before he can even smile.

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t try, raising an eyebrow at the agents as if he doesn’t know why they’re riled up. “Is this any way to greet a friend?”

“You assume we’re friends,” Thompson says, though after a minute he waves the agents down. Stark is a nut, but he’s proven he’s on their side.

“I wasn’t talking about you.” Stark snaps back, breezing through the entryway towards Carter. She gives him a bemused look, but seems as resigned as Thompson when Stark takes her hand and hauls her out of her desk. “I'm borrowing Peg, if anyone has any complaints feel free to send them to my secretary.”

“Howard, leave the poor girl alone, she has enough to deal with as is,” Carter admonishes, but lets herself be carted away. There’s not a doubt in anyone’s mind that she could get out of it if she wanted to, but she probably knows better than to fight Stark when he’s in one of his moods.

Just as fast as he came in, he’s gone with Carter in tow, leaving behind the faint waft of too-expensive cologne and motor oil.

“Should we have tried to stop him?” Sousa asks. The agents all turn to stare at Thompson, and not for the first time he regrets being the guy in charge.

“If you wanna have a go at him, be my guest.” 

Carter returns just as half the agents are getting ready to leave, not a hair out of place with a shiner right on her jaw. She sets a file down on Thompson’s desk and grins, though it looks more like a grimace with the swelling on her face.

“You might want to look into that,” she says, all smiles as she breezes by a startled Sousa to gather her things. “Have a good night, gentlemen.”

The file’s perfect, ‘cause Marge ain’t a slouch when it comes to her reports, and all Thompson can do is toss it on someone’s desk to handle in the morning.

“I’m not getting paid enough for this,” he tells Sousa, who has the gall to laugh.

                                                            *

It becomes a habit after that, Stark marching through the office like he owns the damn place, taking Carter and leaving. Jack’s tempted to step in multiple times; Marge is one of his best, if he has to reluctantly admit it, and losing her means losing one of the good ones whenever there’s a stumper out in the bullpen.

She must have seen something though, or heard something from someone, because the next time Stark shows up he does so with full catering and the promise of more if it gets them to quit their bitching.

“Why don’t we have this guy working for us again?” Sousa asks, tucking into a steak for lunch while his deli order remains uneaten at his desk.

“Because he’s an ass and we don’t want his dirty money,” Thompson says, though without feeling, because Stark may be an ass, but he has damn good taste. He hasn’t had dinner so good since he was still living with his folks, and he can’t say he doesn’t miss it.

Rodriguez pauses from his meal mid-chew, turning to look at Thompson. “Is this a bribe, boss?”

“It’s not a bribe,” Thompson hisses, though now more agents are looking less enamored with their food. “It’s payment for stealing Carter all the damn time.”

“Maybe he should do it more often,” Chang, one of the newbies, says, and gets a roll chucked at his head for saying what they’re all thinking.

It really is a damn good steak, and even as the chief of the SSR his salary isn’t that good.

                                                         *

It’s an earlier morning than usual when Stark wanders in, coffee in one hand and a stack of files under one arm. Jack eyes him with a tired acceptance, straightening up in his seat to at least pretend he’s professional. “You’re up early, Stark. What, your dame of the day bail on you?”

“If you didn’t say crap like that, I’d introduce you to some,” Stark shoots back, setting the coffee at Peggy’s desk with a grin before weaving through the office towards… him.

There’s a brief flare of panic that Jack knows Stark can see, but he tamps it down, frowning as the stack of files thump on his desk. “What’s this?”

“Professional courtesy.” He spins on the balls of his feet to slam his office door shut with gusto, and pulls out a little doohickey from his pocket while Jack starts to comb through the files.

Rodriguez. Chang. McCoy, Grimley, Sousa, Carter…Thompson.

Jack leans back in his seat, watching Stark wave his little contraption around the place. “Stark, why the hell do you have personnel files--”

“Ah! Bup, bup, bup!” Stark shuts him up with a dismissive hand gesture, combing the machine in his hands across his lampshade and pulling out a...something in the process. He gleefully opens a compartment in the box and tosses the little thing in. “Had to make sure no one else was listening first.”

It’s too damn early for this kind of nonsense. Jack stares at Stark incomprehensibly even as his hand drifts towards the desk drawer with the booze in it. “Was that a fucking bug in my office?”

“If it makes you feel any better, it’s probably not a bad guy’s bug.” Stark shrugs, and comfortable now that he’s sure they’re not being listened in on, drapes himself dramatically on the chair opposite Jack. “Still, don’t think I’d want them to hear this.”

Jack pours himself more whiskey than he knows he should, and slides a glass to Stark for good measure. “What the fuck is going on?”

Stark straightens up, more serious than Jack has ever seen him. “Like I said. Professional courtesy. The SSR is compromised, we think.”

“Comprom--?” Jack can’t even wrap his head around the thought before his eyes drift to the files. “You think we’re--?”

“Easy, pal, you’re getting ahead of me.” Stark’s mouth quirks into a faint grin as he pats the files on Jack’s desk. “These are the confirmed good eggs, if you wanna call it that. Everyone else out there I wouldn’t trust as far as I could throw them, which isn’t very far anyways.”

“You’re joking.” This can’t be happening, not again. Jack had been making sure he wasn’t going to follow into Dooley’s footsteps, he was aware and he was paying attention and keeping an eye out for signs and--

Stark waves a hand in front of Jack’s face, clearly amused. “You’re gonna be such a pain in the ass, Thompson, I can’t wait.”

“Shut up.” Jack snaps, and takes a swig of whiskey before composing himself. “Start talking.”

“It’s pretty simple.” Stark takes a slow drink from his glass, fingers tapping against the side absently. “It’s not just the SSR, but we think this is where they’re gonna take over first. Easiest way to take control is through intelligence, security, this kinda stuff.”

“They?” Jack echoes.

“The Reds. Leviathan. The Council of Nine. Hydra.” Stark shrugs, flipping open Carter’s file towards the end, where the familiar Hydra emblem stands stark against the white paper. “It’s like it’s a secret society of assholes.”

Jack snorts despite himself, feeling a pain being to form at his temples. “Cut one head off, right?”

“Except even Hydra is just one head of the whole damn thing instead of the actual body.” Clearing his throat, Stark shuts the file. “Point is, Peggy’s been helping me track down some of these heads. And before you complain,” he raises a hand even as Jack opens his mouth. “We knew someone in the SSR or with connections was compromised from the get-go.”

“You had to see who was clean before you could share with the rest of the class.” Jack wants to fault it, because if something had gone wrong it would have been his head on the chopping block instead of Carter’s, but he can’t say he wouldn’t do the same thing if he was in their shoes.

Stark seems to realize it too, relaxing in his seat. “While Peg’s been doing her agent thing, I’ve been pulling strings on my end too. I’ve got enough pull in the government now that if I wanted, I could start my own agency. One that we know is clean, meant to actually do some good instead of being beholden to the other alphabet soup agencies.”

Jack lets out a breath he doesn’t realize he was holding, finishing the last of his drink with a hiss. “Professional courtesy… you’re letting the rats know it’s time to jump ship?”

“Only the good ones.” Stark grins, though he seems exhausted at the thought. “It won’t be easy, but Peg trusts you, and the folks in these files, and I trust her.”

“I’m flattered,” Jack drones, but he almost means it.

With a laugh, Stark stands, gathering his files off Jack’s desk. “If you don’t mind working under her? I think you’ll do alright with our little group.”

The thought of not being in charge actually lifts his mood a bit, and Jack raises an eyebrow before glancing out the window into the bullpen. Peggy’s still at her desk working, but there’s a bounce in her curls. If she was reading his lips, he’s gonna riot.

“You got a name for your secret agent clubhouse yet?” Jack asks instead, stowing away the glasses and the whiskey in his drawer.

“We’re workshopping it, but I think it’s good.” Stark whistles a little tune, grabbing the door handle as he shoots Jack a wink. “We’ll be happy to welcome you to S.H.I.E.L.D when you’re ready, Thompson.”

“Get out of my office, Stark.” 

He watches Stark meander back towards Peggy, and Jack gives her a shrug that might just be a nod if someone were to squint real hard when she glances over at him.

She smiles and raises her coffee mug at him in return before Stark makes motions to drag her away again. If she’s really gonna be in charge, he doesn’t envy her one bit.

Jack Thompson sighs, though it’s fond, and starts figuring out what to put in his resignation letter.