#tres country

[cherryblossomssmash]

A3: MASQUERADE: INVITATION

[polisena-art]

Doodles based on a headcanon shared by @thesunpapaya on twitter!

Set in WW2, Panchito becomes part of the Mexican air force and soon befriends feisty pilot Della and her sailor brother Donald.

Donald had already met José while briefly stationed in Rio (Saludos Amigos). They later meet again by chance after José scampers off to the US to try his luck with a musical career and surely NOT because he is avoiding the Brazilian army draft...

[lkluvsu]

ykw. my country did well, ils ont nous rendus fiers 🫡 taking uruguay to pens?? after canada was nawt that good even two years ago??? they were amazing this copa do not talk shit

[manaosdeuwu]

from the bottom of my heart... i do not care for the usa and it's schools problems ❤️

[cerealbishh]

"I called in a favor for you... with the Innocence Project."

"For real? I'm getting a retrial?"

"Eh. They're just reviewing your file for now. Baby steps."

"You did that for me and you said nothing. Why?"

"Didn't want to get your hopes up."

"(...) Then we'd better get my lawyer off this hill."

[washdayradionetwork]

If You Think That It's All Right

[deborahs-place]

I love this picture 🍁🍁🧡

[trabandovidas]

I love how Uruguayans are all like "ugh i can't understand shit in portuguese, i can't even form a proper sentence" and Brazilians are like "ugh i can't understand shit in spanish, i can't even form a proper sentence", and that is both said with frustration and the fucking deep desire to speak the other's language

But then you have this annual happening ?? where we go and take university level (!!!) classes in the other's language, and go to talks and academic conferences given entirely in the other's language and we go to the other's country and give them conferences in our language and we are all like, "ugh, ah, fuck, i can't speak shit in portuguese/ spanish, i'm so sorry i can't even form a proper sentence, I don't wish to inconvenience you, i just. can't :(" and the other one is all like "ye, ye, ye, don't worry, you just speak in your tongue, i can understand you, don't worry, i can't speak spanish/portuguese either, i don't even understand shit of it either. But i completely understand you giving me this university level class tho!, yeah no problem <3" like ???? sir???

[ask-the-anomalous-linguist]

Let them rest. They need it, and they don't need to see this.

Agreed. I think I'll help Dusty feed Jasper.

[glenncoco4]

They need to bump up Tre to a series regular.

[cherryblossomssmash]

A3: TRES COUNTRY 🪷

[larsnicklas]

cale will be right as rain in time for team canada to win gold at the world cup of hockey tourney next jan ;)

if hc lifts his suspension!

[tresmanciasconsultancy]

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[gregoftom]

well here we are. i’m chucklefuck of dicksville. i folded it’s over. good night

[cerealbishh]

"I want to be a dad to my kid, and I can't! You can't understand that, Bode. None of you can!"

"I used to wish that my dad would escape and come get me and that we'd be on the run. I'd dream of it. But that was a child's dream, and now that I'm grown up, I'm glad my dad did his time right."

[octopiys]

Lost and Found

Next

Maybe Simon doesn't have any kids. Not yet at least. Maybe he doesn't know anyone we'll enough, or maybe he's not sure if he wants them in the first place.

But I'll tell you what.

Every time he goes on leave, without fail, he has an army of critters showing up to his house in the country. He never turns anything out to the streets, or to the cold night. The bottom of his pantry is stock full of dog and cat food. He's got three bird feeders in his back yard. There's four refillable water bowls by his garage.

The raccoons show up first without fail. They're named One and Deux, and they just recently had a baby named Tres. Hes pretty sure they live on his roof. He checked his cameras one night, after a long mission, and found them holding up Tres to the camera.

He didn't cry about that, what are you talking about?

Then the dogs show up. They're all mutts of varying sizes. One looks like some sort of lab, named Dog. Another is about the size of a pomeranian, but looks like a shaggy chihuahua. That's Barrow. He found her in his garden shed. She's got a mean bite, but a sweet face. The third is a big dog, almost the size of a Dane, but... not. He's not very smart. He's named barkmulch. Get it, cus- cus he barks- the fourth has gone unnamed. It's a furry little white thing, and it yaps at him a lot, nipping at his ankles anytime he enters the room. Behave, and it'll get a name.

There are a few cats that show up too. None of them have names except for one: Scraggle.

Scraggle is the ugliest fucking thing you can imagine. Scraggle is that shade of grey that white cats get when they're dirty, except you can't wash it off. The poor cat is missing patches of fur, and it seems permanent. It only has one eye. It's nose is flat, and gives it's face the illusion of a squished tomato. There's a scar going from it's whiskers, across it's nose and up to it's missing eye. Simon doesn't actually know what gender this cat is. It is only Scraggle.

Scraggle is also... very stupid, as far as cats go. It gets squished between the couch cushions, and yowls when Simon accidentally sits on him. How could he have seen him anyways? Scraggle screams when his food bowl is empty. Scraggle screams when everyone else's food bowls are empty. Scraggle screams when it manages to find it's way on top of the kitchen cabinets, and needs Simon's help to get down. Scraggle is a full time job when he's off duty.

Scraggle is his favorite.

He finds you in the rain.

Not nearly as run down as the rest of his animals, but just as lost.

Covered in scratches, blood, and muck, he finds you on the edge of his property, being screamed at by Scraggle, because it doesn't do much else.

Your clothes are torn, and you look a bit more haggard than you should. Wet, and cold, and hungry. Like you had missed a turn off the trails, or you were running away from them. From something.

You look up at him with wide eyes, but decide to trust him, to follow him like a lost creature, because he could not be worse than what you escaped from.

He makes soup. He gives you soup.

He's not the best conversationalist. He's not used to things he finds actually talking back to him in a language he can understand.

You tell him your name. He calls you Honey. You'll earn your name. Behave, you'll get it.

Scraggle is on thin ice with you. Attention stealer. Food giver. You get the cat down from places it shouldn't be. But Simon pays more attention to you than he does Scraggle. You fool. Scraggle is all. Scraggle is life.

You don't leave, much like the other things he feeds. You make yourself useful, because you're afraid of being turned out. If you're useful, then nothing will happen. And you go to bed every night warm with a full belly.

You're just another lost thing he's taken in. You don't leave when he disappears. You know he'll come back. He always does.

And he watches the cameras, while he's on a mission. He watches you diligently fill the bowls, the bird feeders, the waters, the bath. You trot out to the fish pond, and throw handfuls of feed out in the early hours of the night. Then you make your way back through the tall grass, and into the house.

Scraggle screams. You feed it too, and then pick it up. And carry it around like it's a little baby.

Hm. Maybe....

You were a sweet like honey, a pretty little thing. You weren't lost anymore. He'd found you, you're his now.

He'll take care of you.

Scraggle agrees. Scraggle likes you too.