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👀 signal boosting his blog over here… If there’s any interest in talking to mr. Calhoun?

Of course, now everyone’s sending me emails about not being able to properly… Email… How does that even work?!

I can’t answer their questions and they shouldn’t even be able to to send em in! What kinda weird unfair bull—what kinda weird unfair shenanigans are going on?

I am approaching your location at Mach speeds.

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pspsppspspsps medic icons come here *spreads pngs of heavy around*

YEAAAHHH BABEEEEEEYYY!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FILLING BOTH REQUESTS, I LOVE THESE SO MUCH… I AM GOING TO USE THESE SO MUCH, BUT I HAVE TO PICK ONE FIRST!!!

Meem icons requested by @talk-to-sniper , and @tf2strategist !!! Make sure not to use that E key too much or he'll abandon you /hj

- ᴍᴏᴅ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ

OOHOOO OP THIS IS SO GOOD!!!

Not Over Yet

for @writingdispenser based on their amazing fic, I’m Gonna Like the Way You Fight

ao3 link here

Sometimes the best laid plans are disrupted.

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I’d suggest you read the tags from the op of this one!

This dynamic is honestly a favorite of mine as well. Especially when you take into account that Heavy is… Naturally quiet? He can be loud, but I think that silent trust is what really shows their bond the clearest. If they trust each other that deeply, then I don’t think they’d be too nervous about being together.

Of course, I also love the other dynamics, though. Honestly? Heavymedic is just an A++ ship all around.

my favorite heavymedic dynamic is them just like… falling into place next to each other. nothing dramatic or emotional or anything, there’s no clear starting point where something changes in their relationship from Friends to Dating. like everything between them goes unsaid but it’s also undeniably strong. nobody asks questions about it. it’s just heavy and medic, and medic and heavy, and that’s how it is and how it is meant to be. guys bein dudes

How would Spy react to not being able to find his knife, only to see some little kid messing with it?

LET ME SEE WHAT YOU HAVE,

A KNIFE!

NO!

SMALL CHILD WIELDS SHARP OBJECT, LOCAL SPY CONFOUNDED!

His first feelings would likely be of confusion, anger, followed by seething rage when he noticed his knife was missing. After all, he was the Spy, no filthy pickpocket could simply take it. There was no way he had forgotten it either, as he triple checked his belongings and kept them on his person at all times. Being in public, there was no way for Spy to necessarily do much about it. He couldn’t just shout “WHERE IS MY KNIFE?!” To the world, and so he forces a deep breath and begins to search, splitting off from the team and looking about without garnering attention, as if he were merely a tourist.

At first, he had expected to be looking for any suspicious individuals, not anyone barely up to his middle in height. Yet, after a minute or two of scanning the room, there had been no other options, and right there. A lone child, holding a knife.

They were practically begging to be yelled at, dragged by the ear and taken to their guardians for such a bold defiance of all things he held dear, yet… It seemed the child had no parents in their midst. They were enthralled by the blade, flicking it between their fingers and trying to get the butterfly knife to do a trick or two, the light metal clattering far less satisfyingly in their smaller hands. Yet, while not masterful, the little kid treated the weapon with respectful caution, lacking precision but aware that their plaything was dangerous and sharp.

Spy found himself staring, rather than doing anything about it. Nothing about their appearance resembled his son, it wasn’t as if he had reason to not snatch it away and be done with it, yet here he was. Perhaps he saw a bit of his younger self in their eyes, or in the way they had healthy caution for the unknown, yet played with it anyway. 

Eventually, he exhaled and wandered over to the child, unsure what angle with which to approach the situation. Putting out his cigarette and kneeling down to get to eye level, he left a hand outstretched for them to return the knife, frowning.

“This is mine, mon petit, may I have it back…?

The child seems afraid, immediately shocked that they were caught. They shake their head, mumbling a “noo…”

“And why is that?” He has to force himself to be patient. Interacting with children is not his forte, but perhaps it feels like a second chance.

 Reminding himself this is a stranger, but unwilling to walk away without at least getting his knife back, and giving the child reason not to do such a thing again.

They blink, looking down at the butterfly knife. “Cause it’s pretty and feels good to use… Whus your accent from? S’all sounds pretty...”

Spy, shocked by the answer, goes silent, before sighing.

“Well, it is unwise to play with dangerous objects, mon ami. And… It is French. Do you know French?”

“My momma was from France! I knew I recognized th’ talking…”

“And where is she now..?”

The child’s expression immediately falls, and Spy needs no verbal answer to know what may have happened.

“Have you any other guardians?”

They shake their head, pointing down the road towards the old orphanage, shrugging sadly.

“Don’ matter, s'alright…”

There was the anger again, but now tenfold. Not at this child, but at himself. Of course he had to converse with the child, feel protective, now look at him. He had a job to do, he should have just grabbed the knife and went on with his day. 

When they finished talking, and Spy had left, there was a hollow feeling in his chest. Guilt, was it? Insecurity? Knowing the effect of not being present, it felt as if perhaps he was being given a second chance, yet he wasn’t sure how willing he was to throw it away.

Returning to the base, there were quite a few phone calls made to Miss Pauling, then the Administrator herself. Paperwork, negotiations, how in gods name would he work this out- Convincing Miss Pauling to allow a child into the base-- so long as battles were separate and hidden from their view, had been a breeze, but it was the Administrator, a cold, cruel hag of a woman whom he knew would take issue with the idea. It was to the point that he had been conversing through the night, even just in his white button up and suit pants, but he continued to talk.

What would his teammates think? He dreaded to find out, he merely hoped none of them would question it or tease him, but he knew he would come under fire, if only because he was the Spy, an uncaring, cold, emotionless figure.

At the very least, he knew he had time to pass, since the time in which it would take to get the paperwork in order, a new room built, etcetera, would give him ample time to learn more about who it is he was about to bring to the base.

That next day, a child wakes up to a gift by an unknown donator, all they know is it was a man with a vest and tie, with salt and pepper hair, inside of which is the materials to make the popsicle stick butterfly knife, a soft rabbit plushie, and a note written in a very simple cipher for them to solve.

“Pack your things in two weeks, If you see a woman in purple, she is your friend.”

In honor of the second anniversary of his passing, I'm leading another community tribute for the voice actor of TF2's Soldier, Rick May, in the form of a digital zine! If that's something you're interested in, please fill out this interest check!! We'll be accepting artists, writers and SFM/GMOD creators!

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Howdy y'all! It's Archie and I'm back at it again with another tribute for the late voice actor of TF2's Soldier, Rick May. This year's trib

Additionally, while the other mods and I are still working things out, here's a carrd full of some information to tide you guys until the Discord server is posted next week, on January 21st! It'll be posted both here on my Tumblr and on my Twitter, @/enbyfroggy :]

Thank you, Rick May

Thank you, Rick May

A tribute zine for everyone's favorite patriot.

(You can also find last year's tribute right here if you've never seen it before!)

>:0 @i-have-no-brain Boop!

You have been booped by this empty wrapping paper tube.

Reblog to boop all of your followers with it.

Actually no fuck it sysmeds DNI, period. It doesn’t make sense to be a hypocrite and judge a type of system without knowing anything about them, so no!!! Ty to a friend for pointing that out fucking hell /gen

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Trivia fact #8

In a recent poll Demoman was voted most kissable tf2 character