(Fic for Owlymedics. Featuring the Scout DNA donor of Medic #2)
Scout grumbled to himself as he fished some change out of his pocket. He didn’t want to do this… it was humiliating enough that everyone on base knew that he was connected to that stupid clone. Demo had the nerve (or blood-alcohol content) to tell him to “Aww… jes… jes’ give ya wee bairn a kiss, would’ya? Nae easy knowin’ ye own Mum don’ love ya.” The whole team found the notion of Scout being #2’s mom hilarious… Scout just let his bat find the notion of Cyclops’ remaining eye.
Still… the comment made him think. Just what was the Scout to the new Medic? The little fucker creeped him out… what with his features being an eerie mix of Medic’s and his own. From what the Medic explained, cloning essentially made a twin of a person… or something like that. He had already zoned out by then.
Did this make #2 his brother? He’s kinda like a twin, right?
A twin with half of his DNA from Medic… yeah.
Scout may not have been the top of his class, but he hadn’t been a dropout either. He knew Biology… a bit. As he watched his ill-begotten spawn catch tadpoles with Pyro, he comforted himself with the fact that all of #2’s dorkiness definitely came from Medic’s side.
Which led him to this payphone booth.
He fumbled the coins through the slots and dialed. He leaned against the glass walls of the booth and held his breath during the ringtone. His breath let out with a whoosh as the other end was picked up and answered with a feminine “Hello?”
“Hey Ma… Yeah it’s me… I know… I missed you too, Ma…. Look, Ma… Ma… ugh…. Ma! You can catch me up later, okay? Sorry it’s just… I’m fine, Mom, nothing is wrong with me. It’s just… Look, you may need to sit down for this. There’s a new recruit on base and…. I’m not supposed to say anything but you deserve to know…”
Whatever #2 was to him, his Ma deserved to know of his existence… whether he was her son or (and his bile rose at this) her grandson.
(stop being such a dick to Jer, Miguel… gawd..)
WHO DID ZHIS TO ROJO. I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION.
“It was terrible. The Hippies just came in droves with their… dancing and flowers and these delicious-looking brownies. I warned him not to touch the brownies but he did and next thing I knew he’s walking about in this strange get-up.”
level-headedscout replied to your photo: Sniper and peepee and Spy As requested by Loco.
(Oh god, Atticus goes up to fetch Bruce one day and walks in to this… and bangs her head on the doorjamb in her rush to get out… then Bruce catches himself in his zipper)[[ Hahaha, I can so see that happening. |D ]]
(Then Quintin and Robert discover Bruce later holding an ice pack on his lap… Quintin has a cheeky grin and Robert just has a smirk.)
There’s already a Change.org petition against the passing of Amendment One, which banned same-sex marriage, civil unions, and domestic partnerships in North Carolina. These things actually tend to be pretty damn effective.
Let’s see what the power of Tumblr can do! I know there’s at least a million Tumblr users who are against this sort of harmful discrimination and bigotry.
Sign the petition and reblog to spread the word, please!
Guys. I live in North Carolina. Help.
As do I.
(got a message from Dad several hours ago that an uncle of mine has died this morning. It wasn’t totally unexpected, the man’s been fighting cancer for years now and each year they told us not expect him to live much longer… only for him to be chasing younger cousins and be perfectly healthy around Christmas. I knew, logically, that he wouldn’t be around much longer but it still knocked the wind out of my sails. Still feel kinda in shock about the whole thing, really. Not really sure what I’m going to be like for the next few days. Not even sure if I want to go to the funeral simply because I never know what to do around people and funerals never helped me much with the grieving process.)
(Anyway, just… letting everyone know what’s going on.)
It’s twenty past ten and he’s back again
Screaming words and singing songs of hate and malice
Do you wonder why the devil chose I
To spread this bile, this evil, this rage?
Well, child, it’s simple, an easy poem to recite
I was never a good person when I was alive!
Rojo… you’re being too harsh on yourself.
redsnipah asked: Hey there kid. I've got a noice case of beer n' no one t' share it with. Wot d' yeh say about helpin' me finish it off? B]
“Sounds like a good idea. Let me just put Roja inside and I’ll be right out.”
(off to bed. going to be busy at the movie theater with it being the opening weekend for The Avengers)
The BLU spy turned Dalmatian by an anon spell sighed a doggy sigh to himself, legs skittering a bit across the floor as he tried to stay standing. Four legs were very different than two. He skidded and he fell on his side and flailed four legs in the air, trapped like a turtle on its back.
There was a dog in the RED base… a Dalmatian, to be exact. A very clumsy Dalmatian. Why there was a dog in the RED base, Atticus didn’t really know or care. Atticus had grown up on a farm, and had practically grown up surrounded by all sorts of animals.
She loved dogs.
Approaching slowly, so as not to startle the poor thing, she called out to the (is it a boy? Yes, it is a boy) male dog:
“Hey there, Buddy, are you okay? Not going to bite me are ya? You’re an awful handsome looking thing, where’s your owner? Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt ya.” she reassured, crouching down and offering a hand for the lopsided dog to sniff.
(goddammit can’t stop giggling now. Picturing an angry Amadour in the water with his arms crossed and a sour look on his face. He then tilts to the side a bit and water bubbles rise to the surface filling the room with an obnoxious smell.)((AHAHAHA.
That’s hilarious. XD))
(Brigitte finds it absolutely hilarious, and scrunches up her face beside him until tiny bubbles rise to the surface. Amadour smiles the smile of a truly proud papa before gagging. Greta just glares disapprovingly at him for teaching their daughter unladylike behavior)