#Scouting for Everybody

[quixoticprince]

Guys I don't think this kindly stranger is all that nice But yeah, if Medic confessed about stealing their souls in the next pages I don't think anyone would really care

Based on this post thread

[inlovewithadeadman]

I was mad that all the Girl Scout troops in my area just sold cookies and did Arts & Crafts. I wanted to go camping and build a fire and use a knife!

Semi-tangentally, there is a group called Outdoor Service Guides that is all ages and coed

my favorite thing to do as a trans masc is to start a story about myself to someone who has clocked me as cis with, "When I was a Girl Scout..."

[s-aint-elmo]

something to be said abt the dimension added by the allusions to greek myth in severance. us all thinking that mark and gemma are orpheus and eurydice and that by reintegrating mark has looked back and therefore ensured that eurydice cannot return--that cold harbour will never be completed. and that we will have to brace ourselves for another tragedy in the end. but then we get gemma's pov and she's not eurydice, she's odysseus fighting to return to mark's penelope, and the cold harbour file is not the passage that must be crossed without turning but the shroud that must remain unwoven to buy odysseus time to come home. and, suddenly, terribly, there is hope again.

[mcrlboro]

mark S the type of guy to get sold to one direction

[dykescout]

Hi tf2 nation I've been back on my medication for a sufficient amount of time to make this 👍

[ruthytwoshakes]

I really like the idea that the Blu team sleeps together in one long bed like a pack of sardines, so what if the Red team slept in a family pile croods-style

Miss Pauling joins too when she needs some rest

Hey if you can, donate to people in Gaza today, anything helps. https://linktr.ee/fundsforgaza

[sevrd-belle]

I can’t help but picture him thinking “why did they give me a mid-orgasm jizz face”

[sedlex]

Wow, this dude had zero game and still landed the girl

[thesleeplessdays]

Playing Veilguard again and just got to the scene where you’re talking with Varric after meeting the First Warden and Harding walks into the room asking “Oh! Hey, Rook. I’m… not interrupting anything, am I?” And maaaan knowing what happens latter changes the whole context of this scene.

[jingelbells]

I will treat you well. I like you a lot.

Me too.

[mrmeepsmadmind]

idw bumblebee and prowl shouldve broke up bcs he wouldnt stop 𝚊sking prowl to pause his report for just one lil astrosec so he can change his various pastel colored pens while making his cute little aesthetically pretty for no reason & very time - consuming notes with big colorful fonts & cute designs real quick

also another thought abt annoying ass bb trying to make running a literal planet cotteque so he doesn't go crazy bcs hes now a politician when all he ever wanted was to deliver mail & smile & wave at bots who call him cute ---

bee: 𝚠heeljack, im so sorry about this but do you mind repeating the time-stakingly long introduction, instruments, research references, modules, hypothesis, counter thesis, procedures, analysis, second - retrial, results, & explanation that you just spent 700000 earth hours saying because i was busy drawing a cute little bee in the corner of my notes please :] ?

wheeljack:

idw bee trying to run a planet that fucking hates him is just rlly funny to me, especially since everyone views bee as the goody character who everyone loves & he views himself as that & then they finally win this consuming war & he can reap his rewards of being loved without holding a gun & no one fucking likes him. hes even getting on his own old team's nerves & not in the loveable scamp way but the get the fuck out of my face way

[scoliosisgoblin]

@marlomagica is this what you had in mind?

[reallyhumongousgarden]

crusty drawings from like 2 weeks ago

[reinabeestudio]

Close Shave

Words: 1267

Relationships: Gold Waltz (Soldier/Cee)

A/N: I talked about this draft ages ago and finally it's DONE. Warning, it eventually gets rather suggestive. That said, there's nothing actually explicit. If I had to rate it, I guess I'd give it a 16+ (?). It's super corny and silly, I had a blast working on it ∋( :D

It even comes with its own art: a comm I got from @/beeholyshit featuring a scene from the oneshot ✨ You should read it. For context

*[divider]

Stroke. Rinse.

Stroke. Rinse.

Stroke. Rinse. The room was blanketed in a comfortable silence, only the sounds of the blade on the skin and their breathing filled the confined space. The base was often quiet after dinner, most of the mercenaries tired from the fighting during the day under the punishing heat of the desert. Soldier used this time to shave. He used to shave in the mornings... sometimes. Until he used the razor to stab a BLU son of a bitch in the throat, covering the blade in blood and little chunks of gore. A lost cause, thus he was left to use a straight razor he owned. An old gift from his father back when he was a teen growing his first stubble. A razor which belonged to his own grandfather. It had the family name inscribed on the handle: Doe. It helped his memory, looking at it and holding it. Never forget who you are, son. Using the straight razor forced him to go slow, and he didn't like it. But if there's something he learned as a trained soldier, it was to adapt. Even if that earned him a few more cuts and nicks before bed. And one day, Cee Doremi stepped in. She popped up behind him when he was on the way to his room, that was when she offered her help with the shaving. "I don't need help, Ms Doremi." "Perhaps. But such a hard-working veteran like you deserves to be serviced once in a while, yes?" Little minx, she knew how to short-circuit his brain with so little. Yet he willingly fell for it each time. He felt her presence behind him as he resumed the walk back to his bedroom.

That's how he found himself in this situation: laying down on the bed while resting his head on Cee's lap, his old helmet resting next to her, on the mattress. There was water dripping from his face down his shoulders and collarbone, drenching his white tank top.

Soldier's pale blue eyes didn't leave Cee's face for a second. She was so focused, her own gaze never shattering from her task. There was a light blush on her cheeks, barely noticeable on the dim light, and he found himself enjoying the sight above him. Her strokes were gentle yet steady, shaving his face with the straight razor, and her free hand cradling his own face with a tenderness that made fireworks go off inside his chest like the 4th of July. Her hand lifted his chin, exposing the column of his neck, and he had to internally sing the Star-Splanged Banner as he tried to not make a sound.

Her eyes flickered to his, and she smiled sweetly at him. Fuck, there was the short-circuit again.

"I'm almost done, sugar cube. Be patient." She leaned in closer, the blade grazing the warm skin. "The neck is a delicate part... Be a good boy and stay still." Cee's delicate fingers grazed his throat and his Adam's apple bobbed. Soldier bit back a groan at the contact, internally counting to five as he held back the impulse to reach out and pull her face closer.

Several minutes of silence later, the job was done. Soldier sat up, drying his face with a small towel she brought while she cleaned up and put the tools away. The towel was pure white with a flower pattern, and it was surprisingly soft.

Soldier looked at her as he wiped away the remaining shaving cream, really looked at her, taking in every detail of her. Her white hair, her hazel eyes, her kind smile, her small mole under the left eye, her calming presence. Why did she have to be so fucking beautiful? Why did she have to make him feel this way, like he was going crazy? He wanted to hug her, he wanted to yell at the sky. He wanted…

Cee's hand on his shoulder stopped his train of thought, bringing him back to reality. "Look at you. A true dashing American! Now you are ready to keep shooting people while looking handsome as ever," she said with a smile.

He wanted her.

Soldier pulled Cee flush against him and crashed his lips against hers in a desperate kiss with all the pent-up passion and longing he'd been bottling up, his hands coming up to grip her waist tightly. Cee let out a surprised sound, but she quickly started kissing back, and pouring every ounce of love for him into it.

He walked her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed, and then he pushed her down onto the mattress, crawling on top of her. When they finally broke apart, both of them panting heavily, he rested his forehead against hers with a dopey grin.

"Cee, you beautiful bastard. You drive me insane."

Cee laughed sheepishly. The blush on her face was more prominent now, and he really enjoyed the sight. "Being honest with you, sweet thing? I've been wanting to kiss you for a while. You have a kissable face."

Little minx, short-circuiting him even when he was on top of her. It's one of the many things he liked about her.

Soldier nuzzled into her neck then, peppering the skin with kisses. His hand slid lower, dipping beneath the hem of her black dress to caress the smooth skin of her thigh. He could feel the heat of her, the way her body responded to his touch. He let out a low, appreciative groan as Cee hugged his waist with her legs and pressed their hips together. There she was, already all warm and willing and ready for him. He forced himself to not tear the dress away.

When she surged up to kiss him, he leaned down to meet her, pressing his lips to hers deeply. Hungrily. His finger was on the hem of her underwear, ready to get it off, when a loud cry from outside pierced the night. Soldier and Cee looked at the door at the same time with panic while they listened attentively.

"Ouch, my freakin' leg! It hurts SO MUCH!" Scout whined. "Your stupid machines are broken, man!"

"I told ya, string-bean: don't touch the darn thing!" Engineer chastised with an edge of irritation. His voice was strained with effort. "Now shut it, or I'm droppin' you!"

The couple stayed still as rabbits caught in the headlights as the voices of the young Bostonian and the older Texan drifted off, until the buzzing of the fluorescent lights was the only sound plaguing the hallway outside.

Soldier was about to resume the make-out session, but Cee stopped him. Instead, she hopped off the bed. He observed her, how she opened the door, and how she looked both sides before going back inside, locking the door behind her this time.

"Coast is clear, sir," Cee said with a salute and a smile. "Permission to go back to bed, sir?"

Soldier chuckled and grinned up at her as he saluted back. How cute. "Permission granted." He opened his arms afterwards, gesturing at her to get closer. "C'mere, sweetheart."

Then she ran back to him, giggling gleefully when he caught her in his arms and pinned her under him again. His grin grew bigger when she leaned in to kiss him once more, smiling into the kiss. It was not like the desperate kisses from before, but something softer, more intimate. A promise of more to come, of finally starting to explore these feelings between them.

Perhaps shaving at night was not so bad, after all.

[anonomi]

I do not get the dodginess around same class ships.. like have you ever seen your enemy counterpart on the other team? You ever look at another sniper through your scope? See him mirror your flinch and scramble to get out of the sightline? You ever try fighting another spy? Wordlessly, silently agree with him to keep the guns off and stick to knives while you try to backstab each other? You ever see an engineer? Think to yourself, damn that's one bullshit spot but I've been there, I know what makes it fall apart. You ever see the enemy medic hiding behind his teammates and you know exactly what he is going through, what's running through his mind? You see the enemy soldier and you want to tear him to shreds, see which of you is the better soldier? You ever fight another scout? There's nothing like it.

Like, there is no relationship or rivalry that elicits the same experience like same class. There's level of recognition and physical reflection, that's just as intimate as it is maddening. All these people and explosions and crazy shit, and your double always stands out and in the flicker of a second you know what it's like.

Doesn't even have to be counterparts, it can be teammates. Have you ever helped an engineer upgrade his buildings? Walk out of spawn and see your level 3 is still up and running by his hands? You ever top off your main medic to keep him safe as he waits for the right moment to pop his uber, zeroing on him through all the chaos? You ever stand next to another demo and stickybomb a nest with him? You ever fight over kills with the other sniper? You stand by the other soldier while he blows his trumpet and the two of you fight for your lives deep in enemy lines?

There's nothing else like it!! Idk but I go crazy for this shit. Idc if they are clones or suspiciously similar looking people. I. Go. Crazy.

[cordelia-street]

love scout is a show that ended really well. but. i think it would have really benefitted from the 16 episode format, not because it left loose threads hanging in the story. it just would have been amazing to see more of the characters and spend more time with them