🔫-she’s a lil reckless

politescoutrussell:

oldboyjensrps

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Russell’s eyes are wide at the sight. He didn’t even know this lady as far he was concerned. Yet she had just run in front of him and gotten herself shot by the Spy that he was trying to deal with.

“Holy shit!” he can only shout when his mouth finally decides to work. The Spy also looks shocked, which he uses as his chance. He fears a bullet into the RED’s head and his body keels over backwards before vanishing entirely to respawn.

He then steps over to the woman, his heart pounding.

“Shit, shit, shit… are you okay? I got medical stuff… like proper stuff the Medics use… you really didn’t have to do that…”

While he should probably thank her for saving him an unwanted trip to respawn if the Spy had managed to shoot him, his focus is on healing her first.

“Okay nevermind that sounds great,” she sighed, giving in to the pain and taking two of the pills with a messy gulp of water. She wiped her mouth on the back of her wrist, “thank you you sweet and funky soul. He’s your dad? Well that makes me feel better, I can pretend it was the urgency of family connection that made me so dumb. Not to say that I regret it! I’d do the same thing over.”

“I don’t blame the poor guy, he didn’t see me coming. But! He hit me in just the right spot so it’s all fine,” She pointed her right shoulder which was practically re-sealed at the entry wound with the pills- there being no exit wound for some reason, “See? No worries buddy-o. That piece of me’s reinforced like nobobby’s business” she pointed at the bloody bullet on the ground, “exhibit a. And really, it’s my job to get hurt. Sorta-aha! Here’s the it.”

Messenger had finally found the letter. She handed it to Russell with a big cheery grin.

“It’s, ehe, it’s fine,” Russell replied, rubbing at the back of his neck, “As I said, it’s the least I can do for you like, doing that, ehehe…”

He then nodded.

“Yeah, he owns a theatre, so I can only assume that’s who you mean by a theatre dude,” he said with a small smile. But then sympathy crept across his face, “Nah, it wasn’t dumb. You were just focussed on delivering.”

He fidgeted.

“He was just salty because RED lost and we Scouts seem easy targets to pick on,” he added, “Honestly, some of them need to just accept their loss and try to do better next time.”

His eyes widened and he let out a low impressed whistle. He then glanced down at the bullet.

“Holy shit, that’s actually rather clever,” he said, “As long as you’re all right. That’s the main thing. But try to look after yourself if you can. It’s no one’s job to just ‘get hurt’.”

He then carefully took the letter. Yep, that was his father’s handwriting. He couldn’t help but smile on seeing it.

“Thank you for bringing this to me.”

She grinned at his awkwardness in empathy, her hand instinctively going to the back of her neck too, and nodded, “I’m sticking to my guns on the dumbness of me, but I really appreciate you saying that. And y’know, I’m not a fan of unprofessionalism like that- just because somebody can re-spawn doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt them to die.And like, if you’re not friends it’s just a dick move. Mmmayhaps he’ll think twice after hitting the wrong target.”

She snorted at the clever comment, “you could say that. I’ll pass it along to my doc who’s gonna have fun chewing me out today,” she grinned again, kinda flushed a bit at his kindness and genuine concern, “Oh uh, you’re welcome. And I’ll try to uh, not get shot. More.” She stood, wincing a bit as she rolled her shoulder, “Good to meet you Russell! Thanks again, and uh keep eyes on spies”

She saluted and finger gunned as she began jogging backwards before turning and trotting off on her way.

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Messenger straight up squawked as she found herself being grabbed and slung over Dell’s broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was only a few inches shorter than him, so Messenger doubted this was the most comfortable carry, but she was probably much lighter than the dispensers and turrets he lugged around. Less compact. She wasn’t thinking about this when lifted, of course. She was more busy just embracing her new life as a dead-weight. It was nice. She accepted it in a hot second after the initial startle.

🔫-she’s a lil reckless

politescoutrussell:

oldboyjensrps:

pushspacetocontinue:

Russell’s eyes are wide at the sight. He didn’t even know this lady as far he was concerned. Yet she had just run in front of him and gotten herself shot by the Spy that he was trying to deal with.

“Holy shit!” he can only shout when his mouth finally decides to work. The Spy also looks shocked, which he uses as his chance. He fears a bullet into the RED’s head and his body keels over backwards before vanishing entirely to respawn.

He then steps over to the woman, his heart pounding.

“Shit, shit, shit… are you okay? I got medical stuff… like proper stuff the Medics use… you really didn’t have to do that…”

While he should probably thank her for saving him an unwanted trip to respawn if the Spy had managed to shoot him, his focus is on healing her first.

She knew about re-spawn. She knew, at the back of her mind as she did it anyway, that jumping in front of a gun was pointless and idiotic considering that all she had to do was wait and she’d have time to get mail to the scout later. Knowing this did jack shit to stop the Messenger from shoving in to defend and taking a very unhappy close range slug to the shoulder. She’d dropped to her knees with the shock, only vaguely aware of the spy being dominated in front of her.

Ow.

She’d gotten lucky though, and once the initial freeze passed, Messenger dug in the wound with thumb and forefinger to pull the cooled and crumpled bullet out .

“I’m okay, I’m okay” she reassured through gritted teeth because ow, “You… you’re Russell, right? Got a (ow ow) letter for you from some theater dude.” she started digging around in her bag with her free hand. The other was keeping hold on her shoulder to maybe trap the blood in.

Russell dug into his messenger bag while she spoke. He searched around until he felt the bottle of medkit pills along with a bottle of water. He held it out to her.

“Here, take a couple of these, they’ll speed up the healing and reduce the pain,” he offered, “I can clean and bandage that up too if you like. I mean, it’s the least I can do for you… considering you brought the letter from my dad here and got shot for your effort.”

From the words ‘theatre dude’, that was who he assumed it was from. He fidgeted as he spoke. He honestly felt terrible about all of this.

“I mean, they say don’t shoot the messenger, and look what he did, he shot the messenger,” it seemed his usual attempt at some form of humour to ease the tension had come up, “Seriously, I can respawn. You didn’t need to hurt yourself…”

“Okay nevermind that sounds great,” she sighed, giving in to the pain and taking two of the pills with a messy gulp of water. She wiped her mouth on the back of her wrist, “thank you you sweet and funky soul. He’s your dad? Well that makes me feel better, I can pretend it was the urgency of family connection that made me so dumb. Not to say that I regret it! I’d do the same thing over.”

“I don’t blame the poor guy, he didn’t see me coming. But! He hit me in just the right spot so it’s all fine,” She pointed her right shoulder which was practically re-sealed at the entry wound with the pills- there being no exit wound for some reason, “See? No worries buddy-o. That piece of me’s reinforced like nobobby’s business” she pointed at the bloody bullet on the ground, “exhibit a. And really, it’s my job to get hurt. Sorta-aha! Here’s the it.”

Messenger had finally found the letter. She handed it to Russell with a big cheery grin.

🔫-she’s a lil reckless

pushspacetocontinue:

Russell’s eyes are wide at the sight. He didn’t even know this lady as far he was concerned. Yet she had just run in front of him and gotten herself shot by the Spy that he was trying to deal with.

“Holy shit!” he can only shout when his mouth finally decides to work. The Spy also looks shocked, which he uses as his chance. He fears a bullet into the RED’s head and his body keels over backwards before vanishing entirely to respawn.

He then steps over to the woman, his heart pounding.

“Shit, shit, shit… are you okay? I got medical stuff… like proper stuff the Medics use… you really didn’t have to do that…”

While he should probably thank her for saving him an unwanted trip to respawn if the Spy had managed to shoot him, his focus is on healing her first.

She knew about re-spawn. She knew, at the back of her mind as she did it anyway, that jumping in front of a gun was pointless and idiotic considering that all she had to do was wait and she’d have time to get mail to the scout later. Knowing this did jack shit to stop the Messenger from shoving in to defend and taking a very unhappy close range slug to the shoulder. She’d dropped to her knees with the shock, only vaguely aware of the spy being dominated in front of her.

Ow.

She’d gotten lucky though, and once the initial freeze passed, Messenger dug in the wound with thumb and forefinger to pull the cooled and crumpled bullet out .

“I’m okay, I’m okay” she reassured through gritted teeth because ow, “You… you’re Russell, right? Got a (ow ow) letter for you from some theater dude.” she started digging around in her bag with her free hand. The other was keeping hold on her shoulder to maybe trap the blood in.

Send 💪 for my muse’s reaction to yours picking them up and throwing them over their shoulder.

tumblr mirrors on ‘photosugar’

lauranis:

rmh8402:

wickedsingularity:

lunasasylum:

lordhellebore:

So idk if others have noticed this before – but it’s the first time I’m seeing this, hence the post.

There’s a website, https://www.photosugar.com, which apparently mirrors all pictures, gifsets etc. people post on their tumblrs (and also other social media sites like twitter and instagram, if I understand it correctly).

An example for a tumblr user, with my name:

https://www.photosugar.com/tu/lordhellebore

Now it won‘t turn up anything but a 404 error in my case, because I sent an e-mail to the contact address, which is darius@photosugar.com with the title “My content on your website”:

Hello,

it’s come to my attention that you are mirroring all of the posts containing
pictures/gifs that I post on my tumblr. I am asking you to stop pulling the content from my tumblr and to
delete me from your website.

tumblr username is „lordhellebore“

Thank you.

I got a reply consisting of the single word “removed” after just one day, and as you can see, it worked perfectly fine with the informal mail I sent. So if you want them to stop mirroring your tumblr, it seems all you really need to do is this.

I can’t test the site for all of my mutuals, but I’m tagging a few whom I found on there by random trial & error, and I suggest you look yourself up if you see this post and dislike tumblr mirrors (even if this one is only for pictures, not text).

@janiedean, @ladytp, @vaysh11, @lunavagantt, @einemelodieimwind, @robb-greyjoy, @youbuggingme, @ysilme, @rex-luscus, @bai-xue, @viendiletto, @electricalice, @contessa-de-leusse, @memetic-mutism, @bluecichlid, @mrs-storm-andrews, @ladymothwing, @prismatic-bell, @kittykatknits, @tinkili

….basically, whomever I’m trying at random, it seems that you’re on there.

Please reblog so others can know and ask for removal if they want to.

Reblogging this because for whatever perverted, voyeuristic reason, the person or persons who run this “photosugar” have copied my random as hell blog. Just sent an email to the address stated in the original post, and I highly suggest you all look on this site for your content as well.

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!

I sent an email for all my URLs with content and tagging the mutuals I can find on there who probably want themselves removed

(this applies to any sideblogs you have too)

and to spread the word. Check your other social media too.

@thecapthebirdandthearm @arelyhb @theartofimagining13 @theycallmelirpa @imamotherfuckingstar-lord @skywalkingonthesehaters @outside-the-government @bkwrm523 @smilingseb @janeykath318 @kingarthurscat @diamondtveit @st-eve-barnes @thefanficfaerie @dirajunara-archive @weakling-grace @c-evans @the-lady-mischief @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @frosties-and-fries @toosouthernforspace @romanrgers @youreveuse @mattmurdocksgirl

Yeah even my random shit is up there. I didn’t check a lot of urls but I do know @xx-thedarklord-xx @gold-from-straw @artemisnightingale216 @elizabethhollowswriting and @allmyfandomthings are up there if y’all want your stuff taken down.

E-mailed them and got an nearly immediately reply with the link: https://www.photosugar.com/remove

So you can now remove yourself from their site on your own

HEY LITERALLY EVERYTHING IS UP THERE USE THE LINK AND TAKE YOURSELF OFF!!!!!!!!!

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necklace-of-teeth:

oldboyjensrps:

necklace-of-teeth:

He looked at the flower, taking it carefully between two fingers before glancing at the woman. “Well thanks. It’s very pretty.” He smiled.

“Edible too. I hope anyway. I ate like, four. Someone told me not to so y’know. Had to.”

“You… ate flowers?” He asked, chuckling with amusement.

“Look, if it’s a plant and it’s edible, it’s going in my mouth. We eat roses in shit like tea all the time. Rose hips and candied flowers and stuff. See a flower? Not gonna die? Snacking time.”

rexuality:

This is the post dramatic thing I’ve ever posted on Facebook

Source: rexuality

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necklace-of-teeth:

He looked at the flower, taking it carefully between two fingers before glancing at the woman. “Well thanks. It’s very pretty.” He smiled.

“Edible too. I hope anyway. I ate like, four. Someone told me not to so y’know. Had to.”

🚻 – What kind of child was the Messenger? Did she run arounda lott, get in trouble, or was she more one of the children who was quiet?

Mom: [Messenger] was at least easy to keep track of, she was a very happy toddler and was always smiling at and talking to people. Unless she was in a…mood. Then it was stormclouds and tears. As she got older she started having more trouble interacting with other children and was very physical and boyish. She didn’t have self control and had a tendency to lash out when she was upset like a knee jerk reaction.

Oh, she was not a quiet child. She still isn’t, if you hadn’t noticed. The only times she was quiet were when she was disengaged with subject matter or brooding.

No she only got quiet in middleschool. She was loud happy, and loud… everything else. Most teachers didn’t know what to do with her. Especially that [redacted] from third grade. Her peers didn’t know how to deal with her either.

Father: She was a fucking weird kid. Not too bright either. ‘Kept getting letters from school about all the shit she pulled, ‘n no punishment or anything ever got through to her. You ask me, we were too soft.