#task rabbit

[beezybubbybones]

The idea that a geriatric stage four cancer patient not only has enough strength and energy to put together machines that realistically took an entire crew weeks, but also the rental space to hide said machines as to not draw suspicion is incredulous to me.

Where's the team of task rabbits he hired hh Holmes style then probably murdered to hide the evidence, I want to see that movie

[bogslob]

English people help me out, am I meant to tip on uber eats deliveroo ect?

I feel like no coz like if I were to order directly from the takeaway it wouldn’t even give me the option to tip and the only reason I would would be if it was particularly quick and I had spare change on me.

Usually with delivery services like this I just tip 10% coz I don’t want to be too stingy but people online always say 20% but I think thats usually Americans.

Any advice would be appreciated.

And is it different for groceries and stuff on uber eats? I feel like i absolutely cannot not tip if they are wandering around the shop buying my stuff, in that case do I tip more though, coz typically I would be spending more (I wouldn’t do this with frequency but occasionally uber eats send me deals where it is cheeper to do this than go in to the shop) so i feel like 20% tip maybe, maybe 10% if its not many items?

Also if you are a delivery driver or have been one please comment, obviously you are the best to hear it from.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Beware the Whisker Wizard!

(Based on this post)

[thedailymobile]

“Hero in a Half Shell”

[cherry-mash]

Happy Easter! and if zeff wants to lose a hand trying to change the boys' clothes go for it man

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[ragnarokhound]

hey wife. happy (late) valentine’s day!

Here’s a new crack jaytim scenario: Tim moves into a new apartment but can’t be bothered to build his bed frame. He hires a task rabbit and Jason shows up. Cue meet cute/dirty dirty sex/both/etc

Could also have an epilogue where jason hires a taskrabbit to kill the joker. It is Gotham, after all!

hello my love U_U it's been far too long - happy valentines to you too! <333

Oh my god. I hadn't heard of task rabbit before now. I'm delighted by this, it's so 'plumber comes to clean my pipes ;)))'. 'Task rabbit comes to build my bed, then [redacted] me until I [redacted] all over [redacted]'.

Tim's working from home, he's got this huge project that he's crunching for, but he's also just moved and hasn't had the time to unpack or anything. Handyman Jason gets booked by this well-off shut in, experiences a full 'bitch, you live like this?' moment that has Tim flushing in embarrassment but also indignation. 'Come on man i JUST MOVED'.

For extra goofs and a cuter, slower burn, their first meet cute is more a meet ugly. Tim tries to hire a different task rabbit handyman to come in for the bookshelf he can't figure out (he's got another deadline), then for the bathroom sink when it's suddenly fucked (no idea what to do, he could figure it out but at what cost), and then for the fucking hOLe iN thE CEiLiNG thAt oPEnS UP (they said it was an old building but COME ON) - but it's ALWAYS JASON. EVERY TIME.

By the third time, Tim is resigned to always getting laughed at behind his back by him, esp because Jason is good at everything so fuck it. FUCK IT. Meanwhile, Jason is thinking 'i can fix him' 'and also his apartment' every time he comes over. I like to think that the first time they kiss, Tim has called for help doing a two-man job - but not through the service. Jason gave him his personal number ;)

[koodless]

Fuse and Watt (ft. friends!) doodles/ sketches

[clumsypuppy]

doodles of my fav sillies

anton belongs to @poicyss

[sky-is-the-limit]

WHEN I SAW GAZ IN THEIR NEW VIDEO I THOUGH OF YOU LMAO

Oh my fucking god.

I haven't stopped playing it since, like, I'm losing my shit here. Folds opened about to take a FLIGHT. Please ignore me, I'm unwell and mentally unstable and Gaz saying "we're about to be a problem" with that smirk and voice isn't helping my condition 😀

I would do NASTY things to him, they'd have to rewrite the kamasutra and the bible.

[doctorsiren]

Designed a couple of Mob’s coworkers for the fire station 😁

[brokenpieces-72]

Task force 141 gangster! X f!reader

Right. Right?

This is part 2. Part 1 is here.

TW/CW: Mentions of deceased family, power abuse, discipline, shaming, let me know if there’s anything else

It had been about a month of you working with Soap and his gang, meeting a couple of others and doing some more graffiti. You can’t lie, making some graffiti that took shots at your so-called peers, was nice. All the while you took note of anything and everything you did with Soap and other thugs. You reported it all in and eventually Graves made his way into the gang himself. Any interaction you two had was kept as strangers. Until you retired for the night. Then he was at your apartment ready for a report. Everything was scribbled down and noted, and you’d either hand him the papers or relay it verbally.

One night it was pouring and despite Soap offering to let you stay the night at one of the hideouts you insisted on returning to your own apartment. You ran quickly through the cold freezing fall rain. Maybe staying with Soap couldn’t hurt. Simple text to Graves letting him know of a change in plans. No. Rain or shine you were determined to prove you could handle anything. As you walked through the alleys you came across a large crouching figure, and a mangy cat. The figure petting the cat, while trying to keep it dry with an umbrella. You’d heard about Simon Riley before but never brought him up with Johnny. Too much risk of blowing your cover. Now here he was petting a stray cat. Softer than you had given him credit for. The cat noticed you watching though, and before could turn and see you, you bolted. The last person you wanted to suspect you of anything was Ghost.

You arrived at your apartment, tired, wet and cold. You opened the door and saw Graves inside waiting and pacing.

“The hell have you been?” He asked, southern accent strong as always.

“I got held up. Sorry.” You said taking off your bag.

“Report?” He asked.

“Can I change first?” You asked.

“No.” Graves orders. He’s barely wet himself, likely took his own car to get to your place.

“There’s nothing to report. Same as before.” You explained.

“There’s something to report. Where did ya go, what did ya do today, who did ya talk to?” Graves asked and you felt your body and patience saying, ‘done’.

“I met two other gangsters, Alejandro Vargas and Rudolfo Parra. They mentioned medicine but didn’t go into much detail, not enough to confirm drug trafficking. We had a few meals, and they asked me about doing another art bomb.”

“You getting paid for it?” Graves asked.

“No. I offered.” You closed your eyes as you realize that you let it slip. If you were getting paid they could get an arrest. But offering…

“You offered to vandalize for them? Are you fucking kidding me Y/N?” Graves is pissed. “This isn’t an art exhibition this is an investigation, get that through your fucking head!”

“It gets me closer to them.” You exclaim. “If I offer services for free they don’t question it, they think I’m a street artist.”

“You’re a glorified tagger and you have been at this for month with nothing to fucking show for it!”

“And you do?” You asked. Emotions took over before you could stop it. Graves was in the same boat as you. But he was also your superior. He marched up to you getting in your face.

“Watch your fucking mouth sergeant, or the next time you’re on the streets you’ll be begging for change. Understand me?”

“Yes sir.” You said quietly.

“You want to prove yourself so much I’ve given you that chance. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Yes sir.” You repeated.

He opened the door to your apartment to leave before saying, “You make your father look like joke being his kid…”

Graves slammed the door closed and you stood there. You’re dripping on the floor for a few minutes before you go to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up, hanging your wet clothes to dry and taking a warm shower, before curling up in your bed. You sit there for a moment, and think about what Graves said.

“You make your father look like a joke being his kid.”

You sniffle, wiping your tears.

Your father was a great man and a great cop. He was a greater dad. When he passed you felt that becoming a cop was the only way to honour him. Following in his footsteps put a great deal of expectations on you. Ones you never seemed to reach. Graves was your father’s partner. At first you felt he was keeping you safe, not wanting to lose his late partner’s kid. Now you weren’t so sure.

You feel your phone buzz and it’s a text from Soap.

S: Hey kid, you get home okay?

Y: Got drenched. Took a shower, warming up.

S: If you get sick, text me. I’ll bring some food over.

Y: That’s okay I have food.

S: Can’t wait to see what you come up with for the Los Voqueros. Nite.

Y: nite.

You lay back in bed, and think for a bit. You have to remind yourself that Soap is a criminal. He has to be. The police were doing justice. You were doing justice… but you aren’t. You’re running around with criminals, doing art commissions.

You needed to step up. You needed answers.

“Alejandro?” Rudolfo called over his boss, from his computer. Alejandro looked over his shoulder.

On the screen was your file. Your police file. Alejandro cursed under his breath.

[personinthepalace]

Rhys Nicholson in the ballpit - Taskmaster Australia

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[kaite--s]

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[daily-whistlebreeze]

daily whistlebreeze until si becomes PoV day 1561

Crowfeather really isn't the most pleasant cat to deal with wrt to crossclan stuff after The Fernstripe Debacle and Whis is honestly trying to get control of the tasks instead of Crow because he's intentionally being a dick.

Hare isn't sure about letting Whis manage Fognose's tasks as fae's obviously going to be biased FOR Songleap's mate, but he's also letting faer counter Crow's tasks if fae finds them too stupid or demanding