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[hornysalmon]

one piece fandom in a nutshell

the tweet and the print in question btw

[rondo-grazioso]

im tired

[zombiec4ke]

Before I knew you

soap x reader

CW: canon-typical violence, blood, probably ooc, summary: word goes after a mission goes south that a mole is among the base...when tensions rise fingers are pointed part 1-

The mission was shit, to say the least. Gaz caught a bullet in his side – nothing too major, thankfully. Soap barely moved out of the way just in time to avoid having his head blown off by a sniper. Ghost and you were the only two who came out of it completely unharmed... well, also Price, but he'd stayed back for most of the mission, saying orders from afar.

The worst part of a failed mission wasn't the pain nor the scars, It was the silence that filled the heli on the way back to base..usually soap was chirping random pick-up lines and jokes as Ghost groaned and rolled his eyes under his balaclava. But now Soap was quiet and Gaz was pale, clutching his side, his breaths shallow and uneven.

"Situation report" the sound of the Capt's voice tumbles through the silence and everyone's head turns to him as he spoke. Ghost sat up even straighter if that was even possible, the man sits like he has a metal plate in his back. "Mission failed, Gaz sustained a gunshot wound, but is now stable" he pauses to look over at Gaz who gave a shaky hand wave before looking back forward and continuing, "We extracted, but the enemy was expecting us, Too much intel on their side..none on ours" you silently nodded as Ghost spoke, the stoic Lt was the most mature of the Task force, somehow beating Price in the contest. but even the least mature knows how to read a room when it's needed...the sound of the heli's descent made you breathe a sigh through your nose. Price however held a hand up causing you to sit back down and he clears his throat. "After action reviews will go along as always, Gaz hit the medbay and everyone report to the briefing room, I want to know what the hell went wrong. You may go now" Price finishes and you stand back up and the hatch of the heli opens hitting you with the fresh (not full of death) air

you move to help Gaz up from the seat but it seems as if a medic was informed earlier because a petite woman was waiting by the hatch with a med kit. "One of our not-so-pretty mission eh Soap" you shoulder bump the scot who lets out a deep sigh as he brings a hand to ruffle your hair "Hey! I already have my own sweat in my hair 'dont need yours too" you swat soaps hand away with a playful glare before shutting up as Ghost actually glares at the two of you "Oi, stop your quarrel and get to the briefing room...now" ~ magic scene change ~

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The briefing room was silent, except for the low hum of the pipes. You found a seat near the back, next to Ghost, who was surprise surprise, montone as always... Soap, on the other hand, was fidgeting, his leg bouncing, his eyes scanning the room.

Price stood at the front, his once calm ocean eyes were now a raging tempest and you all were the boats stuck in the middle of it.

Price began to pace, his boots thudding against the tiled floor. "This was a disaster. A complete and utter failure. We walked into a trap. They knew our every move, every plan. Someone..." he paused, his eyes going to each teammate "someone betrayed us." "Y'mean there's a mole?" Soap stops his foot tapping looking up at the room and Price nods causing Soap to mutter a scottish curse word.

"Precisely, we'll run checks, cross-reference intel," Price continued, his voice low "Until then we are issuing a lockdown, no leaving base at all." as soon as the words left Price's lips the air in the briefing room thickened with suspicion. Every glance felt like an accusation, every silence a loaded question.

You shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling the weight of the room pressing down on you...everyone's gaze wasn't friendly..wasn't familiar...it was full of disgust and anger. "Everyone will go to their barracks, curfew is now added..no going out after 21:00" Price doesn't add anymore and just gets up and leaves.

The crowd started to get smaller as soldiers leave, and you took a moment to gather yourself. As you were about to make your way to the door Ghost’s presence loomed beside you.

He didn’t say anything, but you felt the familiar weight of his gaze on you. It was unsettling, the way he could make everyone seem so small with so little effort.

"Right then, I'm off" Soap’s voice cut through the silence. He forced a smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He clapped a hand on your shoulder, "See you later lass?" he asks and you return the smile before walking out bumping into the same nurse in the process "Op- sorry miss, hows Gaz?" you didn't wanna keep her away from her duties but you just felt that you needed to know "You can call me Ann, not miss," she replied, looking up from the chart she was holding. "Gaz is stable, but he's going to need some time to recover..I'm going to have to keep an eye on him for a bit, make sure he doesn't strain himself too much." you nodded and Ann just walked away...

the walk to the barracks was short due to it being fairly close to the briefing room and you open your door flopping on the bed not bothering to take off your blood soaked uniform. The bullet proof vest you were wearing wasn't the comfiest but you didn't have the energy to change before drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the time was about 01:00 when you heard a pound on your door, expecting someone like Johnny to be at your door asking random shower thoughts or just sleepwalking but to your surprise you open the door to see Ghost. "What's up, LT? Did you get a bad dream or somethin'?" you ask yawning as you lean against the door frame what you failed to notice in your sleepy dazed state was the glare of disgust Ghost gave you as he spoke up deadpanly "we can do this the hard way or the easy way" he says and you tilt your head in a confused matter...what was he talking about?? Your lack of silence though seemed to anger the lieutenant as he snapped out your actual name causing you to raise your hand in surrender "woah, touchy touchy, did you get a stick up your-" you were cut off by the cold barrel of the gun pressed against your temple and you could barely hear Ghost over the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ear "we have evidence proving you're the mole" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Whoohoo!!! Part 1!! I am surprised so many ppl liked the idea I had in my head :3 I suck at writing long fics so I'm trying my best...:') see you in part 2!

[jonahmagnus]

Throws up

[boyakishan]

Been a year. Still don't get NFTs

[toastedclownery]

Tagged by @an0n-1o1

Go to your "on repeat" playlist, shuffle it and post the first 10 songs:

Bed Chem - Sabrina Carpenter

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl - Chappell Roan

Bang Bang - K'NAAN, Adam Levine

Speed Drive - Charlie xcx

Supernova Shakedown - Gooseworx

HOT TO GO! - Chappell Roan

lucy~ - Carbon Amodio

Wasted Summers - juju<3

LoveGame - Lady Gaga

JOYRIDE - Kesha

Tagging other people (no pressure ofc!) @dougielombax @artsy-cryptixx @weenierufus @spagheddiesquash @kulerrrr

[loopstagirl]

Words of Wisdom

For @Febuwhump day 15: Icarus

With thanks to @scribbles97 for helping me write the TAG 'verse

-x-

This couldn’t be happening. 

Not again. 

They’d already been through this. It had almost destroyed them. 

How could the world take their father from them, when it had already taken their mother? 

The grief, the guilt, the pain... Scott was drowning in it. It was consuming every fibre of his being, the need to know what had happened. It should’ve been a straight-forward rescue. He’d been right there, standing by to help and then... 

Then his father was gone. 

Lost. 

Dead? 

It couldn’t be true.  

But as he looked down at his two youngest brothers, the truth was staring him in the face. Alan’s face, tear stained even in sleep. Gordon’s brow, furrowed in the pain of losing his last remaining parent. 

Virgil had vanished, locking himself in his room. Scott had heard the sobs when he’d passed earlier. He'd find a way to talk to him... 

That was it.  

He had to find a way. 

Rise above it. Be the voice that kept John grounded as he sought refuge in his beloved stars. Be the sounding board as Virgil figured out crazy new feats of engineering that only Brains could understand or wanted to play the same piece over and over again as he perfected it. Be the encouragement for Gordon to not give up on his dreams, to never give up. 

And be the parent Alan still needed. 

He couldn’t let his own grief entrap him. Couldn’t afford for it to imprison him the way it was doing for his brothers. 

He had to rise above it. 

So that was what he did. 

He fought the legal battles to be made Gordon and Alan’s legal guardian, despite the former initially taking the news badly. 

He forced Virgil to finish college, making sure he knew his fees were covered and he could take all the time he needed with his studies. He encouraged him to find his own path for a while as well, but Virgil’s look shot that down straight away. 

He encouraged John to remember Thunderbird Five was not his only home. That he had a family who loved him and wanted him on earth, so they could all be together. 

It became second nature after a while. His grief, his pain, his own wants and needs, bottled up, stored away, and sealed off.  

He had Tracy Industries to keep afloat. 

So he made the business boom. 

He had International Rescue to keep operational. 

So he made a name for them, making them the first responders in as many situations as he could. 

He had two brothers to raise through their teenage years. 

So he signed every report card and went to all the swim practices he could. 

And eventually, everyone stopped questioning it. Why he took on so much. Why he couldn’t delegate. Why it had to be him, only him, who took the biggest risks because damnit, he couldn’t lose anyone else! 

But every prison could be broken out of. Somehow, some way, there was always a way out. 

International Rescue was flourishing. The world was appreciative of what they did and even the GDF was more supportive, apart from a few stray individuals. The business continued to be a global enterprise and the Tracys continued to be billionaires – which made keeping International Rescue running a lot easier. 

Yet the emotions found a way to sneak out of the locked cell that Scott had shut them in. 

It started small. Staying up late to finish a report. Missing a meal or two because of a rescue. Nothing his brothers didn’t do on a regular basis. But that was the difference. Scott knew they did it: he picked them up on it, forcing a meal, a rest, anything that his status as their big brother/commander gave him. 

They tried to do the same back.  But he knew how to turn the tables on them. A quick smile, a crossed-fingers promise, and he went right back to what he was doing. 

He had it under control. Of course he did: he was Scott Tracy. He had to have it under control. There had been no other choice since the day his father vanished. 

The work piled up. Scott’s list of responsibilities and tasks grew ever higher. He finally understood what a ‘mountain of paperwork’ truly meant, but no one told him he’d be free climbing it without even a helmet on as it shifted beneath him. 

Shifted. Trembled. And one day, came crashing down. 

It wasn’t anything major. They’d handled the three earthquakes, two flash floods and the miners who’d ventured too deep. He’d also handled the sudden lawsuit facing Tracy Industries, although that was fairly easy in comparison given it was all a lie. 

But what broke him was trying to arrange an essential business meeting with a potential investor in the opposite time-zone to him. 

Scott had done it before. He could handle skipped sleep. The USAF had specifically trained him for it, even. Yet for some reason, switching on the screen at 3am, preparing to act completely in control, was suddenly too much. 

He stared at the screen. Could barely see the face looking back at him. Couldn’t hear the words through the buzzing in his ears. 

He just - 

He needed to - 

What was- 

“Apologies, we seem to be having some technical difficulties our end.” Virgil’s voice, smooth, sure and... awake? At 3am? 

“I’m just transferring you now to a better connection. Rest assured you’ll still have all your questions answered.” 

A quick press of a button. The screen going blank.  

Starting in surprise, both at the screen and the hand on his shoulder. 

“He-,” 

“Is talking to John. Who is more than capable of handling it.” 

The hand moved, now under his elbow, guiding him out of the seat. 

“You need to rest.” 

“I’m fine.”  

His favourite saying. His required saying when the rest of the world was falling apart and four little brothers needed a constant. 

Then his body betrayed him, completely and utterly. Legs gave way; knees buckled; stomach heaved; and his head set up a marching band who hadn’t learnt to step in time with each other. 

Virgil’s hand wasn’t enough. 

The darkness was welcoming, though. 

Not that it kept hold of him for long. It didn’t have a choice, not when Virgil was on the case. The sight that greeted him was all too painfully familiar. 

“No, no, no.” It was a long groan more than a word. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d been here. Doubted it would be the last. Fist clenched, but it only aggravated the needle in his arm. 

“Yes,” Virgil replied. Firm, brokering no-nonsense. “The line stays in. You’re severely dehydrated as well as exhausted. You’re staying here, big brother.” 

Scott had to argue. It was who he was. There was a hundred and one reasons why he couldn’t stay here. A hundred of them on his to-do list. 

The one? The most important.  

Dad had done this. 

He'd run a company. Run International Rescue. Looked after his family. Well... Knew when to show up, knowing his son had control of the rest. 

He’d never collapsed. Never found the load too much to carry. Jeff Tracy had always handled everything. 

It was why Scott couldn’t stay here. He had to prove he could do it too. Had to make sure his father’s dreams didn’t falter because he wasn’t strong enough. 

The words were in his mouth, the arguments on his tongue. 

Until he looked at Virgil. 

Standing there in sleep shorts and a shirt that he’d clearly grabbed when he realised Scott was in a business call. Hair sticking up. Bags under his eyes. Up at 3am because Scott was also up. 

Now John was up, too. Fielding a business call that could launch them in a new direction because Scott couldn’t handle it. No doubt taking it in his stride as well, despite the time and lack of warning. 

Dad had relied on Scott. Too much, some would say. Scott had handled it, as best he could. But he’d always sworn he’d never let that burden fall to his brothers. He’d protect them from it. They could live Dad’s legacy, while Scott maintained it. It was the deal he’d made with himself years ago. 

Now he was failing. John: awake, handling business matters. Virgil: up and alert, stopping a member of their family from falling apart. 

His responsibilities. Not theirs. He had to take those responsibilities back. But to do that... 

He had to get back on top of his game. 

The arguments fled. His body sagged, accepting the warmth and comfort of a soft bed, a luxury he’d been denying himself lately because he didn’t deserve it. 

“Sleep, Scotty.” A soft voice, a gentle hand on his hair. “The world will still be there when you wake up.” 

Those treacherous emotions, running free and amok, when they should be securely locked away. They undermined his defences, brought his walls crashing down, and made him lean in to Virgil’s touch. 

For the first time in his life, Scott listened. 

[mearchy]

my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

[awetfrog]

my party are starving when there are perfectly good ghouls around, are they stupid?

[mollykflood]

I remember this old song and dance.

Animation is under attack! My union, the Animation Guild, is in the middle of negotiations with the AMPTP to gain a new contract for animation. We’re fighting against being exploited, against AI taking jobs, and the future of this industry!

Please please be loud in your support of animation and its workers by using the #StandWithAnimation and stay informed HERE HERE AND HERE

[tofupixel]

pixel art is cool cos when youre done its kind of just like a normal picture but small

but if you zoom in its like boom shapes

ive just been playing tetris the whole time

i love what pixel art looks like small, and i always make sure my art is still readable at the 1x, but i can rarely post it like that

maybe i should just post it small here ??

[jonahmagnus]

Head in my hands, throws up, etc

[fans4wga]

The Animation Guild Announces Unionization Efforts At Warner Bros. And Cartoon Network

EDIT: Because people are misreading this, please note: it is animation production workers specifically who are joining the pre-existing TAG (The Animation Guild) union.

Animators and animation writers are already covered under TAG. This news story is specifically about WB animation production workers.

News story text:

"Warner Bros. Animation and Cartoon Network production workers are attempting to unionize with The Animation Guild (TAG).

A petition was filed with the National Labor Relations Board today requesting a union election. The petition includes 66 staffers at Warner Bros. Animation and 22 at Cartoon Network, including roles like production manager, digital production assistant, IT technician, production coordinator, production assistant, design production coordinator, assistant production manager and senior assistant production manager.

They are involved in such Warner Bros. projects as Batman: The Caped Crusader, Harley Quinn and Teen Titans Go! and Cartoon Network’s Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake, We Baby Bears and Craig of the Creek.

The workers also requested voluntary recognition from management at the Warner Bros. Discovery subsidiaries.

A tweet was issued confirming the move, which was officially announced earlier on a joint Zoom call.

“Although many might not think it, production is a specialized skill; we might not be artists or writers, but what we bring to the table goes beyond traditional creativity and gets content on the air,” Warner Bros. Animation production manager Hannah Ferenc said in a statement about the organization effort. “Having lived through the existing state of the animation industry for the past seven years, I want to make sure that not only our current workers, but all those who choose to join us in the future, can feel secure in following their passion by earning livable wages and being treated with the dignity and respect they deserve.”

The Animation Guild has already established bargaining units on shows like Rick and Morty, Solar Opposites, The Simpsons, Family Guy and American Dad!  It also is active at studios like Titmouse New York and L.A. and ShadowMachine. Establishment at Walt Disney Animation Studios is currently in progress."

[aolyxe]

Flndrrrrrr….

[elle-mood]

Thanks 🙏❤️ @feralchaton 🫶✨

Tagging (no pressure) : @diavolaangelica , @alwayselusivelove , @n0eonheart , @mymindintheclouds

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