#reply: scott

[chloesimaginationthings]

The baseball reference on vanessas screen was genius because theres a baseball player named mike schmidt!

IM GLAD someone noticed this detail!!

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: teen dad!scott barringer x teen mom!reader

Author's note: this a request but my internet was playing jokes on me and it got deleted :// also the baby girl is called ava, as you wanted but I just feel in my bones that scott would affectionately call her mitsy..

FLUFF ❦

SCOTT BARRINGER’s head was half cuddled in a pillow when he felt the first in this hour poke. It was a soft little jab against his exposed cheek, then another, before tiny fingers became more insistent to catch his attention..at 2am. His sleep was already threading through thin ice, causing Scott to easily wake up and let out an exhausted groan, barely managing to crack one eye open. After that, he was immediately met with a pair of wide, bright blue eyes and a messy mop of curls tousled from sleep (or rather lack of it).

“Dada!���

The enthusiasm was off the charts for such early hour

Scott blinked, trying to make sense of the chaos. His brain slow to catch up. “Missy?” he rasped, voice rough.

Beside him, you were half-sprawled over the blankets, one hand fisted in the sheets, still very much unconscious. Your cheek was smushed into the pillow, a tiny snore escaping every few breaths. You were out.

Meanwhile, the little gremlin you two had somehow created last year was squirming happily between you both, chubby hands patting Scott's everything.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Babe,” he mumbled, nudging you hopefully awake. “Your daughter’s insane.”

You just grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like your daughter, rolling over with a groan. Scott snorted.

“Dada!” the baby insisted again, more excited this time, little legs kicking wildly against the sheets. Tiny fist closed around the collar of his t-shirt, trying to tug at it to somehow pull him closer, if possible.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, sitting up. “I’m awake. Jeez.”

She beamed, gummy smile stretching wide and being all bright, eyes crinkling at the corners—just like Scott’s. His chest ached, although he won't admit it to anyone really.

Another glance at the alarm clock told him it was a quarter past two. Great. Perfect. Just perfect. But then his daughter squealed happily, smacking a tiny hand against his jaw, and Scott couldn’t even find it in himself to think of much bigger complains.

So he scooped her up, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “What’s got you all excited, huh?” he whispered, voice soft and fond. “It’s way past your bedtime, missy.” she just giggled of course, grabbing at his face with both, greedy hands, babbling some kind of happy gibberish that Scott was pretty sure was a baby curse word. He grinned, shaking his head. “You are crazy..but that's okay, it's not your fault you got mommy's genes” he murmured, rubbing a thumb over the soft skin of her cheek.

You whined from your spot on the bed, burying your face deeper into the pillow. “You’re both banned from the bed,” you grumbled, words slurred and exhausted, though your voice was all fondness and sleep. "I love her, but—please. Please.”

Scott just rolled his eyes, scooping the baby higher on his hip. “C’mon, trouble,” he murmured to her, smiling. “Let’s give momma some peace.”

So that’s how he ended up on the living room floor at 2:30 a.m., surrounded by a tsunami of pastel toys and fluffy blankets, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips while the baby girl flailed around like a feral toddler. She had to make it a habit, and smacked a stuffed bunny into his face, squealing happily. Scott sighed, catching her tiny hands in his, watching how she drooled over her own smile. Thumbs run over the pudgy soft skin before he did something bold (for someone like him) and pressed kisses to her chubby fingers until she would dissolve into giggles, wiggling around in his lap. He was tired. So tired. A good amount of coffee won't fix that exhaustion. But damn, was it worth it..

And when she finally wore herself out, tiny fists rubbing rather clumsily at her eyes, head drooping against his arm, Scott melted a little. He scooped her up, tucking her beneath his chin, fingers carding through her messy, thin nest of hair. She let out a tiny sigh, cheek smushed against his skin.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Thought you were a big girl, huh?”

She just grumbled something that sounded suspiciously (for Scott who made it his job to analyze her baby language) like ‹dada› and nuzzled deeper into his chest, fingers burying in his shirt, making sure he still will be here when she'll wake up.

Scott smiled, eyes crinkling, thumb brushing over her back in gentle circles. “Love you, little missy,” he murmured, voice low and tender. “Love you so much..”

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[huggywuggysuppy]

Has Pearl Really Betrayed Gem?

Inspired by (this) recent transcript of Pearl talking about siding with Scar in SL and not believing she betrayed Gem at all.

It's interesting how Pearl always saw Murder Camel as a fun but temporary thing -- it was never a real alliance to her -- while EVERYONE ELSE clearly thought it meant something more. We're talking the Mounders discussing moving in with Gem & the Scotts level serious. Gem /definitely/ thought it was something more. Even in WL Scott was like "and you were like three steps away from betraying us and being your own thing with Pearl" (also him stressing that "no matter your other alliances, THIS is the top one" in SL). There's definitely something unequal here. And why is that?

Gem murdered Pearl. Like, twice. The second time while Pearl was actively BEGGING her to stop. For that red task to hit until she blocked with a shield.

So of course Pearl didn't see it as a real alliance. Both times she joined Gem were after Gem killed her! And to the other players who are veterans and used to self-sacrifice and murder, it's not that big a deal. But Pearl very rarely sacrifices herself -- off the top of my head she's only given lives to BigB back in Limited, which was much lower-stakes -- and definitely not by force. Pearl never really chose to ally with her. Working with Gem in the final session was almost entirely tactical: it was just a bonus that they got along.

And Gem? Gem doesn't notice. As far as she knows, sacrifice is not only normal but expected of a strong alliance. Thanks to Scott's immense self-sacrifice issues and Impulse's "yes and" tactical mind, she's literally responsible for two deaths apiece on her allies. Why wouldn't she lump Pearl in with that, who she's also taken two lives from? (Whew, does Gem murder a lot of people. love her). When she'd turned Pearl red, Pearl was angry and hurt, but Gem apologized. "I can't believe you still wanna be friends with me after this." Gem had said, and Pearl replied, "I can't believe it either. But I guess here we are."

That's why it's such a betrayal at the end. Gem thought they were okay. Scar's been public enemy #1 for so long, Pearl literally chose him as her target when she turned zombie. Meanwhile, Gem and Pearl have been working together for the past 2-3 sessions (plus or minus a couple times Gem murdered her). Pearl should've turned on Scar.

And that leads us to now. Gem, who was betrayed because she thought she was safe and Pearl was cool with it and was her ally. When the server thought they were so close they would team up together. When really, Pearl had never thought the same, because why should she? Gem had only ever hurt her and her allies. No, Pearl's only crime was not communicating clearly enough and denouncing Gem entirely. But against the whole server, the fandom's gaze too, all insisting Gem and her were in Life, for Life?

5 AM Pearl has a lot to work with.

Thank you so much for reading! I, too, fell into the trap and accused them both of betrayal. But I was blinded by wanting Shinyduo to stay together! I should never doubt you, Pearlescentmoon. Never let us sway you from your path.

[thatimageoftomscott]

tom scott emotes.

[monthlyseer]

i'll never forget when i posted a funny joke tweet hopping on a trend and NOBODY understood it was a joke

these people really thought i had no idea what a Cyclops was babfbdbsb

[thepettymachine]

Hi could you show how you make your sims please

Hi,

First, Sim making is a very personal process for every player. What I find interesting might be different for you.

Second, My thought process for when I go to make sims involves what kind of person am I making. I take a lot of inspiration from people I see on Pinterest, characters/archetypes in stories I enjoy, strangers while i do errands, and people in my personal life. (Sometimes I wanna make someone cute/awkward. Sometimes I wanna make a sassy man with a boob window. Possibilities are endless) I think a lot about what features would describe this person which later reflects how i dress them and assign them their traits. I try to get out of the YA pipeline of making sims and try to explore and experiment with the other age groups.

Below I go further into how I do this:

First, I pick a base sim for the direction I want to go towards. This could be an EA sim or one of my own.

I take all their makeup off/facial hair and start fresh. I use these presets and pick a features I would find interesting to get an idea of what I'm picturing. Using custom sliders, I modify what I want to adjust and their personality starts coming out to me more as I do this.

As I get a good base, I go start adding hair/facial hair/tattoos and start playing around with what looks good on them and might make adjustments after that + adding make-up features

Then I choose clothing and traits based off what I’ve created so far and alot of this is prone to changing as I "create a sim". I don’t restrict myself and just go with the flow. Also, I save multiple versions of my sims because TS3 crashes can occur and I don’t wanna lose my progress.

That's basically it. This was a quick tutorial of how I go about it. You might go more or less than what I do but like I said, everyone's process and style is different. This is just how I tackle it.

[whereintheworldiskamalakhan]

My fellow millennials who frequented hot topic in 2006 and now read comics:

🗣️🗣️What band is Emo Cyclops’s favorite?🗣️🗣️

[starman-john-tracy]

John hears Scott cry out in pain behind him, but he has no ability whatsoever to move his own body to see what's going on. The Hood's men could be killing his brother right now! And John can't lift a single broken finger to stop them.

No. John pleads with every inch of his damn, useless body. No, no, no. Please, no. He thinks, hard. Please don't hurt him. But he has no reason to suppose The Hood can hear his thoughts, and, even if he could, John knows full well he's got absolutely nothing he could offer the villain that he's not already taking.

The worst part, John thinks, is just how conscious he is of it all. Of the hard, flat muzzle of a weapon - something much worse than a taser - pressed against his ribs. Of the sounds of his brother fighting someone twice his size, right behind him. Of his own hands moving without his consent, emptying out innocent people's bank accounts and... and just because it isn't his thoughts controlling the muscles, it doesn't mean that every twitch of his oh-so-definitely-broken fingers isn't agonising. His head is pounding, the small burns at his throat feel raw, the flesh crawling, and the slice where the control chip was implanted against his spinal column sears.

Scott is still fighting. John can hear them.

Stop this. He begs, silently. Please, please, please...

John's not sure if it's a blessing or a curse that The Hood can't control anything that happens autonomously in his body. Not the race of his heart, or the way his chest hitches with instinctual panic. The thug's hand tightens on John's bicep and the tip of the weapon is rapped sharply against his ribs, like a warning, but it's not like John is doing this on purpose, so he can hardly stop it. He feels hot and cold and sick all at the same time.

Despite his gasping breaths, John thinks the way his vision blurs is something The Hood is doing at first.

John isn't a crier. In fact, he can probably count on one hand the number of times that, over the age of about eleven, his brothers have seen him cry... but even The Hood's control can't stop the frustrated, terrified tears collecting in the corners of John's eyes. His puppeteer does nothing to blink them away for him. It hardly matters to him if John can't see.

That much is evident in the fact he won't even let him turn to witness whether or not Scott is being killed right behind him.

A sense of dread rises in John, like a heavy wave threatening to crash over his head and drown him. His chest stutters. It feels like there's not enough oxygen in the air. Like he's having a heart attack. Like he's dying, though there's no real reason for that to be true.

Gasping, John wonders if this is what a panic attack feels like.

He wonders if there's a limit, between jagged breaths. If there's only so much his body can take. He wonders if he can still be controlled if he passes out...

He's not keen to find out.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Scott Summers autism

canonical.....

[imyourbratzdoll]

A Luke Danes fic where a new girl gets a job with Luke at the diner and they secretly fall for each other? ♥️

hi honey, I hope you like this!

summary - you are new to town and following that you need a job, thankfully luke gives you a job at the diner, only issue is that you both end up falling for the other.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

You were nervous, being new to a small town was one thing but to get a job on the first day was nerve-wracking. It also didn’t help that your new boss was so fine, you didn’t want to mess this up and embarrass yourself in front of him. So now you stood in front of your bed, wondering what to wear to work in a diner. Your clothes laid out neatly as you stare at them, picturing each outfit on your body. You look out the window, hoping the weather could help you decide. 

With a quick decision you choose a large dark grey wool jumper, pairing it with a black mini skirt and some black tights and flats before heading back over to the mirror and clipping your hair back, allowing a few hairs at the front to fall gracefully, framing your face. “Shit!” You curse as you see the time and quickly grab your bag, running out the door. 

You arrive at Luke’s diner, nearly out of breath and head inside, brushing imaginary dust off your clothes. You head over to the counter and anxiously wait for Luke to look up. You smooth out your jumper as you wait, brushing your hair from your face. You pause your movements as he looks up, you smile softly, hoping it helps hide your nerves. “Hi…”

He nods, clearing his throat as he checks you out subtly. “You’re early. Good.” He moves swiftly, reaching underneath the counter and pulling out an apron. “This is for you, you’ll help me take orders and serve said orders to the costumers.” You nod as he hands it over, you copy his movements and wrap the apron around your lower half. You thank him when he hands you the notebook and pen, giving him a small smile. 

Throughout the day, you and Luke connect eyes multiple times, accidentally bumping into one another as you try to walk by, causing the two of you to awkwardly look away or move to the side, but the actions would only keep repeating themselves. When it came to closing time, you head towards the counter and untie your apron, neatly folding it and placing it on top of the bench, with the notebook and pen. You turn, about to tell Luke that you’ve done your part only for you to let out a gasp and bump into him. “I’m so sorry!” 

He grunts. “It’s okay. You did good.” He realises that his hand is resting on your hip and quickly pulls away, his cheeks turning a bright pink. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” You shyly look up at him, knowing the way your heart pumps in your chest is wrong, you couldn’t possibly fall for your boss. Funny enough, you didn’t know Luke was thinking and feeling the same thing as he looked down at you. You both would spend weeks watching the other secretly, imagining what life would be like if you admitted your feelings. Maybe one day you would both find the courage to tell the other.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[so-am-smyme9540]

Pearl as A-10

Scott as F-8

(Why can I see it so clearly)

That would be crazy :P

Scott releasing his inner mean gill, looking like he's judging Pearl lmao

Great choices for these too, they fit rlly well!

[sepublic]

The only way I can allow Drix to be a guy is if they get Scott McNeil in and have him do his Waspinator voice. Please dear god that would be the funniest outcome...

The reason Drix is so feared is because she’s unkillable like a roach. He constantly loses the battle, 99 of them, but always comes back to eventually win the war because he only needs to win once. Which is what happens to Waspinator (I’m ignoring Beast Machines).

[anakinstwinklebunny]

can i please ask for a teendad!scott barringer x pregnant!reader with pregnancy brain, i just think it could be so silly and cute and funny please i love your teen dad fics 🙏

PAIRING: scott barringer x pregnant!reader

FLUFF ❦

You didn’t even realize you were crying until Scott’s hands were gently tugging your hoodie off your head and his thumbs brushed the wetness on your cheeks. “What happened?” SCOTT BARRINGER had asked with furrowed brows, and a voice that was low, calm; just the way he always spoke when you were spiraling. “What’s wrong, babe?”

You sniffled, looking up at him with the most tragic expression in the world. “I forgot why I went to the kitchen.”

He blinked. “That’s it?”

“No, Scott, I really forgot. Like... I stood there for ten minutes holding a spoon and I was just standing there like some idiot and I still have no idea what I needed it for and now I feel like I’m forgetting everything and maybe the baby’s eating my brain cells and I’m gonna fail school and—”

He cut you off with a kiss right on the mouth. Soft, warm. His palm slid up your back, under your (his) hoodie, fingers rubbing gentle circles like he could massage the freakout away.

“You went to the kitchen for the chocolate milk you’ve been craving since second period,” he said against your lips.

Your lips parted, a sudden realization crossing your nerves. “Holy shit. You’re right.”

Scott grinned. “I’m always right.”

“You are so not always right. Remember when you said we didn’t need to time contractions and we almost had the baby in the back of your dad’s truck—”

“We’re not talking about that. You’re forgetting again. Blame the fetus.”

You smacked his chest with the spoon still in your hand, then paused, eyes focusing on the shiny object in your hold. “Why do I have a spoon?” you frowned

“Because you were going to drink the chocolate milk with it, like cereal, remember?” he deadpanned, yet the bluish eyes were shining with laughter.

“…No.”

“Exactly..blame the fetus”

You forgot your phone in the freezer the next day. Scott found it while hunting for frozen waffles and walked into your room holding it like a dead animal.

“Do I even want to know?” he asked, a little deadpanned, a little tired but definitely not surprised. No, he already saw worse.

You looked up from the pregnancy pillow nest you were cocooned in. “I thought it was the ice cream.”

He just looked at you.

“Scott, it’s white and cold and I swear it looked like the vanilla pint we bought—”

“You mistook your black phone for ice cream?” His lip twitched.

“…I think the baby’s taking my vision, too.”

He cackled and threw himself into the bed beside you, dragging your nest of blankets over him until only your heads were peeking out.

“You’re so dumb,” he said fondly.

“Hey! You were the one who knocked me up. If anything, you are the one who's dumb, the sperm came from you so if you ask me it explains a lot” you countered, pouting.

Scott didn't say anything. Maybe because there wasn't much to say, or he just didnt want to argue right now. He'll come back to this conversation once you're not pregnant.

He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then lower—right to your bump. His voice dropped to a soft whisper. “You and me, we’ll be the dumbest, hottest, most ride-or-die parents this kid could ever have.”

"Im still sure I'm smart, its just you who made me..different"

Also Scott got tired and started writing everything down on sticky notes for you. All over your room, your locker, the fridge:

“You already took your vitamins, don’t take them twice again.”

“Your socks are in the laundry, not stolen.”

“Yes, you cried over a video of a duck yesterday. It’s fine, and yes, it was very tragic.”

“I love you even when you forget the word for ‘shower’ and call it ‘the people wash box.’”

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[quinngefail]

Opinion on pintshipping? :0 (if u do ship them ofc)

sighh they deserved their own arc other than just saw V 😔

-🎬

RHGHHH THEY ARE JUST ANOTHER THING ON MY ENDLESS LIST OF "WANT TO DRAW"....... I LOVE THEM SM

I'm sorry if this terminology is used to death but I am so unbelievably weak to Silly Goofy Guy x Girlboss 😭😭😭 It just. It makes me go absolutely rabid if I'm being so honest

So uhh yeah I'm a fan of them,

HSKGMKGK.......

I just need to actually fuckin. Draw them,

[thatimageoftomscott]

going through my youtube comment history and half the comments are bullshit like this. girl chill.

[scramjettracy]

APRIL FOOL!

Oh btw, i hacked into your system (too easy)

And tweaked it a little bit. Now.your automatic dressing machine has been programmed to put your clothes/uniform on back to front!

Enjoy!

H

What the…?

Aaaagggghhh this is… not comfortable!

What??

Why??

HOW???

JOHN??? EOS??? BRAINS??? KAYO???

HOW IS SHE STILL ABLE TO DO THIS???

@starman-john-tracy @eos-in-orbit @brains-ir @thunderbird-shadow