#susie spitfire

[peanutgalleryfanart]

A sketch from Ask-Jetstream, featuring Vaudeville and Susie Spitfire--a character she intended as a WWII propaganda mascot that I still haven’t got around to using in Ask Vaudeville. I need to find a place for her because more old references that alienate modern readers are always good. And because Ask-Jetstream won’t leave me alone until I do so.

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[gimmethemprimals]

Hi. I am pitting bad bitches against each other.

Do the tierlist yourself here!

[fr-polls-and-brackets]

Let the games: Begin! Battle of the FR NPCs!

Actually, not yet. I still need a few days to get all the polls set up. That aside, I felt I would post the bracket earlier so people can find out about this! It’s like all the other polls and brackets that have been going on, First well do Round 1, just to cull the pickings, then in round 2 a lot more of the favorite NPCs will join the ring

Text list of match ups under the cut!

ROUND 1

Spitfire vs Pearl

Susie vs Swipp

Tripp vs Armik

Tetra vs Pipp

Patches vs Roundsey

Marva vs Higgins

Edgar vs Velya

ROUND 2

[Spitfire/Pearl] vs Fiona

Scribbles vs Tomo

[Susie/Swipp] vs Pinkerton

[Tripp/Armik] vs Crim

[Tetra/Pipp] vs Galore

[Marva/Higgins] vs Arlo

[Patches/Roundsey] vs Baldwin

[Edgar/Velya] vs Joxar

[dragonsmashorpass]

And now that all the polls are over... here are the NPCs from most to least smashable!

Arvelle - 90.9% Galore - 87.9% Merrigan - 86.1% Glass & Gloss - 85% Arlo - 84.1% Fiona - 83.7% Patches - 82.7% Pinkerton - 77.8% Sage - 77.2% Scrying Imperial - 76.7% Avery - 76.1% Upsky Dan - 74% Joxar - 72.8% Crim - 72.5% Windsinger - 72.5% Shadowbinder - 72.1% Roundsey - 71.3% Marva - 69.9% Tomo - 68.7% Susie - 63.5% Flamecaller - 60.9% Spritfire - 58.7% Baldwin - 58.4% Luminax - 57.9% Gladekeeper - 56.5% Higgins - 55.6% Stormcatcher - 55.6% Earthshaker - 51.8% Tidelord - 49.8% Arcanist - 49.5% Velya - 49.2% Plaguebringer - 48% Lightweaver - 47.3% Swipp - 44.4% Icewarden - 38.9% Edgar - 32.7% Pearl - 28.4% Scribbles - 24.7%

Congrats to Arvelle for not only winning, but being the only one to get over 90%, which is even more impressive considering her poll was one of the most voted on too!

Also congrats to Sage for getting into the top 10 despite not being a dragon, and to the Scrying Imperial for getting into the top 10 despite not even having a name. And not a single deity reached the top 10, with the highest one being Windsinger at number 15! And Icewarden being the most unfuckable deity, which honestly, expected. ACAB. I really thought Plaguebringer would have done better though! (Especially since Luminax of all things got a majority smash! Didn't see that one coming.)

Swipp had a rather poor showing, we love dilfs unless they actually have kids I guess. And the disparity between Spitfire and the other two couriers...the allure of his edgy color combo gave him such an edge.

And 69% of you wanted to smash a piece of cardboard. Nice.

[littleastrobleme]

I was tagged by @charliemack (thank you kindly!) who'd like to get to know me better. Here are some pertinent details!

Last song: "Susie Save Your Love" by Allie X and Mitski

Currently watching: Other than dissociating in front of YouTube video essays about topics that may or may not be interesting to me...? My girlfriend is obsessed with Yugioh so I'm slowly making my way through its first season! It's... Kinda endearing?

Currently reading: I'm not currently reading anything *but* I just got a few books at a bookstore while on a road trip, so I'm excited to (put them in a pile of other recently purchased books and not read them for months) dig into one of those soon!

Current obsession: I've been on kind of a warbirds kick lately so I keep watching videos of inertial engine startups and Spitfire and Mustang flybys and low passes so the part of my autistic brain that likes aircraft engine noises gets some dopamine!

I'm not sure I can overcome my shyness to tag nine whole people, but if yall haven't done it yet, or have and I missed it, come on down @clove-pinks @benjhawkins @pentecostwaite @chiropteracupola and any of my other darling dear mutuals or followers, I'd love to see yall's answers! :)

As an incentive, here's a fucked up little dog(?) I saw on a tombstone today!

[jazzymarie1006]

Pairings involving redheads & time skips.

Pebbles & Bam Bam

Chuckie & Susie

Kim & Ron

Phineas & Isabella

Wally & Artemis

[houston-outlaws]

this is the cutest shit ive ever seen bless u susie

[criminalcasescreenshots]

The way I see it, this appears to be a one-sided romance.  It’s obvious that Lenny is in love with Susie, but did she feel the same way towards him? Was Susie involved in an extramarital affair with Lenny before her death? Was she going to leave her husband Howard for Lenny?

Criminal Case, Pacific Bay #4: Dead Girl Rolling

[yooksungjae]

birdring’s ama was a blessing

[lunatic-bye]

I see the NYXL boys aren’t the only ones rapidly changing hair colours... also I’m so thankful for Susie Kim providing quality content

[fr-polls-and-brackets]

FR NPC BRACKET ROUND 1

Spitfire VS Pearl

Marva VS Higgins

Susie VS Swipp

Tetra VS Pipp

Tripp VS Armik

Patches VS Roundsey

Edgar VS Velya

[ailish-yeet]

☕🐸

[b3crew]

No Borders No Race: Episode 304 | B3 - Boston Bastard Brigade

Everyone excited for the return of Bleach...but not King Baby Duck! Instead, he's more focused on two new anime this fall: Akiba Maid War and Reincarnated as a Sword! Plus, on this week's A Bastard's Soapbox, what World Wrestling Entertainment can learn from All Elite Wrestling!

PLAYLIST (with album/single links):

LOVE PSYCHEDELICO - Hallelujah to you (from the album A revolution)

ClariS - Lorelei in the Eyes (from the album Parfaitone)

The Bedroom Witch - In This City (from the album A Place to Hurt) [in stores November 4]

Avu-chan - Stayin' Alive (from the Bullet Train Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

ORESAMA - NIGHT BEAT (from the TREK TRUNK EP)

Chris Connelly - Ripcord, Ripcord (from the album Eulogy to Christa: A Tribute to the Music & Mystique of Nico) [in stores November 11]

Pet Fox - Only Warning (from the album A Face In Your Life)

Electric Eel Shock - Big Mistake (from the album Transworld Ultra Rock)

Starry Skies - Spitfire Susie (from the album Small Wonders)

Bird Bear Hare and Fish - Shake (from the 13 EP)

Rie Takahashi - Tentai Kansoku (from the Karakai Jouzu no Takagi-san 3 & Movie Cover Song Collection)

Katapult - Schädel (from the album Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes) [in stores November 25]

nano.RIPE - Pecado (from the album Fuminshou no Neko to Yoru)

Click here to listen!

[argylemnwrites]

Fire Inside

Character: ??? 😮 ???

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu) referenced

Book: The Royal Romance (The Royal Heir, various chapters)

Word Count: ~2100

Rating:  PG-13 (adult language)

Summary: Doing what needs to be done isn’t for the faint of heart. Sometimes channeling that fire inside will bring out enemies, but only the timid worry about that.

Author’s Note: So, this is something pretty different from what I usually write, but the idea popped into my head and wouldn’t leave me alone. I don’t know if anyone else will like this, but I had a lot of fun exploring motivations of this character. I just wanted to dislike this character for interesting reasons, not hate them for dumb reasons that lack all nuance. So, yeah, not trying to defend this character, just trying to make them a dislikable human instead of a silly, annoying trope.

Inspired by Day 4 of the Choices November Challenge - Rage. Tagging all my TRR peeps, so apologies if this isn’t your thing. Like I said, I know this isn’t my usual style.

How did that old saying go? You catch more flies with honey than vinegar? Something like that. She’d heard it plenty of times throughout her life. She just never really understood it.

It’s not that she didn’t get the intent; she wasn’t stupid. But she just didn’t quite get why anyone would want to catch flies in the first place. Swat those annoying buggers away. Let them live their life while she lived hers. Why would you want to attract nuisances when you could scare them off instead? And no point drawing them in to kill them. There would always be plenty more pests coming after them.

But growing up, everyone seemed to tell her she should be more nurturing, more caring. Buying her dolls for her birthday and for Christmas. Trying to get her to care for the chicks after the coyote got into the pen and ate the hen. Scolding her when she hadn’t held Bee’s hand and wiped away her tears with gentle thumbs and soothing words when she’d fallen from the tree and broken her arm, but instead had carried her back to the house, arm wrapped in her own shirt as a temporary sling. But her practical solution hadn’t been enough. She was supposed to tend to her sister’s emotional pain, not just the physical.

They all wanted her to be sugar, spice, and everything nice. Well, if that’s what little girls were supposed to be made of, it never made sense to Leona that everyone seemed to ignore the middle ingredient. You wouldn’t call two pieces of bread on either side of some sliced ham a bread sandwich. That’s a goddamn ham sandwich. So why did everyone think that girls should be sweet little angels, not spitfires full of heat and intensity? 

Leona was never cut out to play the damsel, dependent on someone else. She would fight for herself, fight for what she thought was her due. And she was never going to apologize for being that way. Her fire served her well. It’s how she got out of taking home ec in high school, instead getting herself a spot in shop class. She could live with rips in her clothes that she couldn’t mend well and food that filled her belly without winning a prize at the state fair for its flavors. But if the equipment on the ranch broke down, well being able to fix that herself would save her whole family time and money. And that just seemed a hell of a lot more useful than learning how to be a perfect little homemaker. 

Of course, in shop class, none of the boys or Mr. Linvel had viewed her as anything other than a novelty. She wasn’t sure which was worse, the boys who laughed at her anytime she made a mistake, or the ones who assumed she couldn’t do it herself, always coming over to “help” her. What they didn’t understand is that she never needed their help. They weren’t better than her just because their fathers had taught them those skills already. She would do it herself, no matter how many tries it took. 

Because the world was a harsh place. It never made sense to Leona that she was expected to stay soft. She didn’t understand how anyone could. But all the girls around her seemed to manage it just fine. Cathy and Linda and Susie braided each other’s hair and shared lipstick. They giggled and gossiped and swooned over Chip and Bobby and Kenny. They hugged each other and passed around hankies when those same idiot boys all fell head over heels for the new girl, Patty, with her bleached hair and bell-bottom jeans. They all cried over their Dolly Parton records, moaning about how “Jolene” was their song. Leona didn’t get it. Why waste any time on some boy who was inevitably gonna let you down?

But one by one, she watched them go off, get married, start their families. Cathy caught the eye of some traveling salesman, Linda finally got Bobby to put a ring on it, and Susie moved to Houston to go to secretarial school, but quit and got married 4 months after her first posting. And one by one, she watched them get broken, by bills and mortgages, by baby after baby, by unfaithful and cruel husbands. And as they cried on the front porch, wondering how they got to that point, a not-so-small portion of Leona kept thinking, “I told you so.” She didn’t feel bad for thinking it either. Because she knew what they thought of her. Bitter. Cold-hearted. Bitch.

But she took it all, because she knew that life wasn’t a fairy tale. It’s a series of hardships you just had to face head on. She told her sister that everyday, not wanting her to make the same mistakes that so many of the other girls made. And for a long time, it worked. It was just the two of them and Dad, taking care of things on the ranch. But eventually Bee wanted more. She wasn’t content, always dreaming of something different. She saved her money. Traveled. When she came back, she was full of stories. But she was different every time. Still could pull her share around the ranch, but she was teasing her hair. Had new blazers with shoulder pads in addition to her practical work clothes. Talked about some fancy-ass coffee drink she had at some restaurant. And then she saved enough to go overseas, coming back a few months later, holding hands with some fancy European asshole. Told Leona she was moving to some country called Cordonia to marry that man. Left the ranch without a backward glance, leaving Leona and Dad to manage it all. She made promises of coming back in a couple of years after Jackson’s service requirements were complete, but first a son came along, and then a daughter. And each year that went by, Leona knew that Bianca was never coming back. Sure enough, phone calls promising a move back next year soon became phone calls promising a vacation. The life they had known together was now a novelty, an escape, not a reality. She only did make it back to the ranch once with the kids.

Those two were lost causes, as far as Leona was concerned. Brought up in a world of gold and diamonds, parties and designer clothes. Hell, the boy was best friends with one of the princes. And when she was the one who had to bury Dad in the orchard all by herself, six feet down, right next to Momma, she knew she was the only one left in the family with any common sense or perspective. She just hoped that Bianca remembered a little bit of the toughness she’d tried to teach her when those ass-kissing, stuck-up nobles she’d surrounded herself with inevitably screwed her over.

Leona was surprised that Bianca lasted over there as long as she did, nearly two decades before it all came crashing down with Jackson’s death. But she did crash, hard. Her life fell apart. And who did she call up, but the sister she’d abandoned, left to carry on the family business all alone. And once again, she wanted Leona to be softer. To offer sympathy and comfort. Well, she offered a roof over her head and food in her belly when her so-called “friends” somehow couldn’t be bothered to spare a dollar. That would have to be comfort enough. 

She’d heard Bianca crying many nights. At first, she knew it was over her husband, a man who gave his life for some over-important royals, leaving behind his own goddamn family. And after years of watching her sister struggle to finally heal from that, the crying started again when Drake called, frantic, saying Savannah was gone, asking if by any chance she’d come to Texas. She recovered faster that time, though. Leona hoped that she was finally learning, that she was tougher. Stronger.

But that all came crashing down one fall morning, when Bianca bounded into the barn, telling Leona that not only was Savannah back in their lives, but that she had a baby. Baby Bee was a grandma. Not only that, but she was going back to the hellhole of Cordonia to see this baby and to watch Drake marry some fancy duchess of some sort. She was optimistic and energetic. It was as if she’d learned nothing from her first time there. 

They’d fought, Leona asking her sister how many times she was gonna get her hopes up about that place. Bianca saying that things would be better this time. Yeah, right. Leona had seen enough to know how this would end. Bianca brought her kids up in the world of posh nobles and fancy rich people. It was only a matter of time until they decided they were too good for her again.

But Bee ignored her warnings, not only flying out there for some pompous hoighty-toighty wedding, but offering to host Savannah’s wedding to some frickin’ Duke of snobbery, the same man who knocked her up and then neglected her and the baby not two years earlier. Amazing what you could get away with when you had money.

To make matters worse, Bee invited some motley crew of royals and nobles to come stay on the ranch for this wedding. They weren’t outwardly disdainful, so maybe they did learn some manners from their fancy pants educations, but still. Leona had a ranch to keep afloat. The last thing she needed was to babysit a group of rich kids playacting at being cowboys. 

She felt a little guilty selling info on Drake and his wife to the press. He was the most helpful of the group, and he was family, after all. He seemed to remember a few things from his visit as a child, seemed to have kept a handful of practical skills. But his wife was overeager, annoying, and seemed to think that she had something in common with Bianca and Leona just because she used to wait tables. That growing up in a fancy city like New York was somehow equal to hard, physical labor because she hadn’t been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. If he had chosen to marry someone like her, then he probably wasn’t much different than the rest of them. The fact that they were orchestrating some bizarre political move to get their kid onto the throne just sealed the deal for Leona. So she did what she had to do. Granted, they all ended up being much kinder than she’d guessed them to be. But their kindness wasn’t going to keep the ranch going long term, keep the hands hired and the electricity on. So, Leona kept on selling any info she had. Morality was all fine and dandy when you were privileged, but it had no place in the real world.

It wasn’t until Riley was screaming at her, yelling about how she would never forgive Leona, hand protectively placed across her very pregnant belly, that she saw something more than kind but spoiled little princess. She saw pure anger, fire-forged and intense. She saw rage and hunger. She saw someone that maybe had been hardened by life, but kept that intensity hidden away, covering her true strength with silliness and laughter.

Leona couldn’t be sure, of course. She barely knew the woman, and she had no illusion that she and this woman would be bonding as in-laws going forward, so she probably wouldn’t get the chance to find out. She had never been naive, after all. She knew that bridge was burned. But she wasn’t one for regrets. She’d made her choices, and while she’d hoped maybe her nephew would understand her reasons, calm his wife down, she wasn’t surprised when that didn’t happen. So she went back to Texas, to her parents’ ranch. To her ranch, really. What was done was done.

She hadn’t anticipated her sister’s anger. Bee had never been the overly-protective, Momma-bear type, after all. But she’d yelled, alright. Told her off about betraying the family. Selling out her own nephew. Making it so that Drake and Riley were never going to be willing to bring the grandbaby to visit. Bianca expected grovelling, contrition, regret. But she wasn’t going to get that. Leona had the fire raging inside of her to keep moving forward; she would never apologize for that. And if anyone took issue with that, well that was just their own damn problem. No one else was going to solve it for them. Certainly not Leona. Anyone who expected such a weakness could just go fuck themselves.

Tags: @choicesnovemberchallenge @dcbbw @mfackenthal @yaushie @jovialyouthmusic @iplaydrake @gibbles82 @drakewalkerisreal @riley–walker @thequeenofcronuts @notoriouscs @butindeed @octobereighth @ao719​

[audvidis]

i'm seeing a bunch of people talk about something that just happened, so can you enlighten me? not seeing any explanation for it, just vague mentions

susie kim ex-gm of london spitfire was doing an ama 2day and talked about how she thought that pride celebrations shouldn’t have been forced onto OWL bc its a “global league” bc gay rights arent supported everywhere 

[fzku]

i honest to god don’t know what’s funnier

- susie thinking it was bdosin but it was actually nus but it was actually ark the whole damn time

- nus waving back without even correcting her

- nus casually wearing nyxl’s jersey around in the spitfire house, right in front of the spitfire flag no less. the disrespect

- the fact he even kept that jersey from stage 1 like i know they traded jerseys on mutual ground but the thought of him wearing it and being like it’s mine now bitch is so damn funny