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Team Fortress 2 Music - Sniper's Theme

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(A.K.A. "Magnum Force" or "Sniper Is a Good Job Mate") The Sniper's theme is a Outback-styled song from the beautiful lands of Australia, that has the feel and tone of a good, accurate-targeting Australian-born Sniper.

Music

SONG Magnum Force - Main Title

ARTIST Lalo Schifrin

ALBUM My Life In Music

LICENCES

Music Video Distributors (on behalf of Aleph Records); BMI - Broadcast Music Inc., CMRRA, LatinAutor - UMPG, UMPI, UNIAO BRASILEIRA DE EDITORAS DE MUSICA - UBEM, UMPG Publishing, LatinAutorPerf, and 6 music rights societies

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[ivanrosadx]

+feria

[christakisbang]

♡

[lemonboyjosten]

— the foxhole court (2013)

— the sunshine court (2024)

[bamgeut]

jjuni in 2024 for @hwanwooyoung 🤍

[tonydaddingham]

no im SORRY but these are the expressions of a man who has been told by the barista that he and his in-fact-not boyfriend make a cute couple and promptly experiences ✨complete gay panic✨

bonus in-fact-not boyfriend in question:

[maleficarem]

Helaena Targaryen House of the Dragon, Season 1 Episode 8, "The Lord of the Tides"

[littlemousejelly]

keep bleeding (keep, keep bleeding love)

relationship: Kara Zor-El/Lena Luthor

rating: M

word count: 5k

Summary:

She waits for Kara to swallow another mouthful before saying, "I poisoned your food, by the way."

Kara pauses.

"What?" she asks after a moment, glancing down at her box. "No, you didn't."

OR

stabby fic

[septusuki]

"Opening in five," every compartment opening gets a countdown. A full on announcement, as if it were about to be celebrated. The mech itself is turned off, fully inert, and folded in on itself, but there's still one last problem. "Four." The pilot herself. Incensed with combat stims, and alight with hormones, there's no telling what she'll do once the cockpit peels itself open. Perhaps she'll be frothing at the mouth, violent and furious. "Three." Perhaps she'll be glassy-eyed, screaming and despondent. Perhaps she'll be soaking, sweating and horny. Any choice is as bad as the other — especially for the poor sod who has to deal with it. "Two." The little entourage around the cockpit level their stun-guns, ready to protect the pilot from herself, as soon as she emerges. Something's going to happen, either way; the bodyguards are sure of it. "One."

The key is pressed, and the port goes silent, save for the hissing, clicking hydraulics of the Abbaciss apparatus. Slowly, but surely, the cockpit careens open until one of it's sharper edges clinks against the floor plating politely. Nothing. There is no pilot for a moment. No frenzy of arms, no stink of fluids. The bodyguards lower their weapons, sorely disappointed. One of them is kicked forwards by their compatriots — go check it out. Almost tumbling, Janna stabilizes herself with a hand to the heated hull of the killing machine she's supposed to be guarding. "H-Hello?" She murmurs, lowering her head so she can look up the gloryhole of the much-adorned mecha.

I slither out. Like a sack of sopping meat-hunks, I'm fed onto the floor, feet-first. I lay there, spat out from my sacred safe-space, and onto this chilly, pristine-clean surface. "Uh." I make some kind of noise, as is protocol, to let everyone know that I'm out safely. I'm a pile of bodysuit-plastic leather and lithe skin, but I'm out. Safely.

"U... Uh?" Janna tries to repeat the noise I've made, staring down at the glimmering mess beneath her. I'm soaked with sweat, as is expected, and covered in input bruises. "Abbaciss, are you... Okay?" Realizing that she's not allowed to ask that yet, Janna's spine straightens as she switches into professional mode. "Senior Abaciss, please confirm your condition." She barks out, her eyes no longer looking down at me. The stun guns are gone at least; completely lowered once the bodyguards are assured that I'm not threat.

My modulator clicks into the ON position as I prepare my throttled vocal chords for the stress of speech. "Dees-app-pointed." I grunt, the mechanics doing all the work, as I can barely bring myself to even speak properly. "Dees-at-iss-fied." My mouth is open, but making no real effort to do much at all. I beep through my words, hooking my arms under my thighs and wrenching them in close.

Janna looks to her squad for any kind of answer, and then swings back, rolling her eyes. Dissatisfied. That's a long word, for a doll. "Abbaciss..." She begins, breaking protocol once again, just to reach down and pat the little pilot on the head. There's no reaction. "What's wrong? You completed the mission, all fine. All's green." Just realizing she's volunteered to be a military therapist for a downtrodden doll, Janna just facepalms, and sits down. She might be here for a moment.

"Didn't kill eh-nuff." I murmur, my eyes watching as Janna's face drops down to my level. "Not eff-fish-ently eh-nuff." I squawk, revelling in my own depression. I want to tear this bodysuit off. I want to get back in the shell-frame, and march back out to the killing pastures. I want to sink my nails into something that'll scream. My own body would do.

"But... It was a scout mission, Abbaciss. You didn't need to kill anyone." Janna's head cocks, full of the puppy-energy she was made to put out. "If anything, it's better that you didn't make a mess." She pats me again, rubbing away at my perfectly-shaped hips and trying not to finger or fiddle with any of my tech-inports.

"Should have done more." I respond instantly, as if I have a routine script for this messy kind of conversation. Perhaps I've already run through it a billion times in my computational core. "Much more. Empire isn't safe if I don't kill." My voice lowers, so only Janna can hear. "Forward base isn't safe." Swallowing my dignity, my real voice manages to come out, this time. "Home isn't safe. Friends aren't safe." My body shakes and wracks itself with disappointment as I remind myself just how grievous the imagined failure I've committed is.

"Fuck..." False alarm. Janna can't help but laugh a bit. Her hand rubs my shoulder, and then finds the control handle I have attached to the base of my neck. "You're fucking cute." She's inches from bursting with affection. Fastening her fingers around my control handle, she drags my corpse in close and — and hugs me. "Look. I've got some spare rationmarks. How about some ice cream, Abbaciss?" Trying to straighten her mouth as it does backflips, and twists in loops across her face, Janna quickly finds there's no helping her. She's been bowled over by my accidental display of adoration. There's only one thing she can do; with her right hand lifted up in the one moment, please hardcode, she uses her left arm to bring me in closer, and squeeze me until I make a little peep of satisfaction.

[renrapp]

(in/sp)

@pscentral​ event 14 | your url @lgbtqcreators​ creator challenge | blending

[shibaraki]

HE IS SOOOOOOO

[ivanrosadx]

«Canciones reúne 69 letras de ídem (si conté bien), que según Dani son todas sus canciones (si no se le pasó alguna). Son las que están en sus discos Perfecto (2005), Mormazo (2011), Hijo Único (junto a Sofía Oportot y Nacho Redard, 2012), Lechiguanas (2017), los dos discos de lados B de Lechiguanas, Box 1 y Box 2 salidos en 2019 y 20 (que para mí deberían haber salido como discos en sí mismos, nada de lados B, se la re bancan), Umpi/Coghlan (junto a Coghlan y Joaquín Taba, 2021) y el próximo a salir Guazatumba (2023), que en la solapa del libro ya figura, en un acto mágico de futurismo. Lo más interesante del libro, sin embargo, son los tres textos que hacen de prólogo, en los que Dani muestra la cocina de la cuestión, revela todos sus secretos, es gracioso y es generoso. Se llaman "Las canciones leídas", "Las canciones fermentando" y "Las canciones comentadas", y son de esos textos que, para mí, le harían bien a cualquiera que se dedique a escribir o crear lo que sea. Tengo ganas de que los lean un montón de amigues, así que probablemente regale mucho este librito. Y después, por supuesto, están las canciones (...)

Algo mágico que pasa en el libro, cosa de duendes como diría Dani, es que para que no se notaran las épocas o etapas decidió mezclar todas las canciones y ordenarlas alfabéticamente. Así resultó que la última de todas las canciones del libro es la primera canción de su primer disco, "Yo me haré a un lado". ¿No es fantástico?» 

Ale Schonfeld en Resistirse es fútil

[bloodycowboyclub]

[faerenjun]

❤︎₊ ⊹

[lunearobservatory]

If I may put in a request (if it's not too late), may I ask for Louisiana?

You may draw him however you wish c:

a rare peaceful pretty boy (he is planning an arson)

[sublecturas]

¿A quien quiero engañar?, de Dani Umpi