Tired Dad

Him have a lot of freckles.

#the boy

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Again, Rudy recoiled. He hadn’t understood a word of what the Russian had said, but it had been enough to make him flinch. The man’s voice was gruff and strong – enough to cause alarm in the smaller pyro. He immediately put his hands to the air, palms out, “Sorry!” Tears beaded at the edges of his eyes once more and he looked as if he were about to cry. “I jus…” he started, “I don'h sink I can handle being by myself…” His voice trembled as he spoke, anxiety working its way to the surface. “We’re hoo far ho leave me.”

#rudenblu #he doesnt kno rudy #severe underestimation

“Ach-” He just told him to trust him, not make him cry. He realized none of what he said was english, very suddenly. “Do not- Do not do zat again.” he tried, voice coached to be more gentle. He put very little pressure to lower the kids arms- its not ilke he was going to shoot him. His hand’s lingered there, not touching but almost ready to intervene again.

“You cannot walk. You cannot do zat again- it vill hurt you more. Understood?” He could hear the fear in the pyro’s voice, almost taste it. That was closer to normal. “You need doktor- and cannot take out.” He paused, trying to think. “I vill not be long, zer must be doktor close, yes?” He tried to stand, move towards the truck. He heard the fear but that seemed normal- he shouldn’t move him and mess his leg up even more.

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“Buh nohing hurhs,” Rudy protested, recoiling his arms from the Russian’s. Then, as if to demonstrate, he grabbed the bloodied end of the rebar and began to wiggle it – hard enough that his leg moved along with it. He gave no reaction beyond looking back up at the larger man with the conviction that he might be able to go along with him, rebar still in hand. “I can'h be alone…” he continued, his free hand making its way into his ginger curls nervously. “Medic can fix ih…” Now he seemed to be talking more to himself than his teammate.

#rudenblu #external girlish screams

His yell was loud and alarmed despite himself. Seeing the bloody and wet leg jiggle like that with nothing but a sense of desperation on his face- Vesso felt his stomach lurch and promptly word vomited. “нет!” his hand shot out and promptly slapped the other hand away, almost seeming to forget the very person he was talking to. “ты псих?! остановить!” He had never been eye to eye with the kid before this, but it didn’t stop his (appropriately placed?) guilt from kicking in. That wasn’t right.

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Music inspiration for my muse/ music that makes me think of him! (Ok but I don’t listen to enough sad songs for Veso. All of Radical Face, Probably.)

10 count of inspiration songs:

Luz Vermelha- Elza Soares

Ghost Towns- Radical Face

Dear Theodosia- Leslie Odom Jr, Lin-Manuel Miranda

Harlem River Blues-Justin Townes Earle

Built for This- Ben Sollee

I Love You- Woodkid (Acoustic)

Mockin’ Bird- Tom Waits

A Little Better- Gnarls Barkley

Train Across Ukraine- Golem

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#memes #sad dad tm #dear theodosia tho

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Ramblin’Man

“Listen, it ain’t right for men and women to go runnin around laughin and grinnin an- Jesus there’s this one with the glasses. The german feller with the creepy smile…Y’know the one. Anyways. He’s always got this real creepy smile when he’s runnin about stabbin folks like he enjoys it. This one time he snuck up on me and stood there laughin an’ stabbin me while his heavy friend killed Lil’ Eddison IV. I saw my whole life flash before my eyes and he was jus gettin my blood on em. Doctor’s ain’t supposed to do that. They’re supposed to help people. I bet he ain’t even got a medical license. Probably lost it harvesting organs from some poor feller that went in for a broken arm. Y’know that’s always been a fear of mine. Bein’ put under and wakin up without kidneys. Think about it. You’ve known this ‘professional’ for what ? A few months tops when you go to get whatever the hell’s wrong with you chopped out and than they call in a shit ton of other people that you don’t know and they’re all cuttin away while you’re off in la la land and you hear about fellers wakin up with surgeries they didn’t need and what not cause the doc wrote a p where there shoulda been a q. It’d be easy for some John Doe to come off the streets, say he’s a doc, and cash in on some black market sales for kidneys or liver slices, right ?” He paused and it was quiet for a brief heavenly moment his face contorting as he struggled to remember where his train of thought had begun it’s massive derail. “Anyways, I think those Red folks need new management. That answer yer question ?”

#bluhonkytonk #he didn't understand most of that tbh

Veso should have known better. And he thought that to himself, several times, as the engineer continued to ramble on and on, far into the distance. Was that English? He didn’t think so. He had heard English- he spoke some of it now- and that just didn’t sound right. Or maybe it was close to English. But he had heard the man go off like this to the others- there was a reason he normally sat alone in the kitchens. But he thought if he had kept it brief it wouldn’t happen to him.

And he had kept it brief- ‘Has that medic been around here? Were there others?’ That was it. Simple, short. even less words then that. He had only seen the one, the one he had gone on about. Why didn’t he stick with that?

He saw the man’s face screw up, a departure from the easy rambling Diego had been doing, and tuned back in. He had to stare harder at the Texan, think harder to understand what he was saying. It was pretty intense as he looked down at the smaller man.

“No.” It was blunt. “That did not help at all. Unless he stabs outside off battle as well.” He put down the cup he had been nursing, not looking away from him. “Try again-shorter. Haff you met RED outside of respawn?”

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Sascha turned his nose up at the suggestion of a bar. He hadn’t been to one in… Well, years. Probably since he’d worked in the military – and his reaction had been the same the first time it was suggested. While the disgust was obvious on his face, his expression softened somewhat as he looked over Vesso once more, deciding perhaps he shouldn’t be a heel given their current circumstance. The man had dressed up when he really could have said no, after all.

They both looked a bit awkward getting into the small pickup in their formal get up, not that Sascha had any better options for transportation – RED had something akin to a delivery truck. He sat in the passenger seat, listening to his company ramble as he clicked his seat belt into place.

“I used to go to them often when I was younger with my parents. I will admit, though, it’s been a while since I have had the time to go to one. Work tends to get in the way more often than not.” He sighed. “I think the last time I had the time to go, I was…” He paused scratching the back of his neck in thought, “Somewhere else.” It was purposely vague, but that was simply how the medic got when it concerned his emotional state. “With another,” he added, tone going flat. He seemed to drift off, his sights set on nothing in particular outside the window.

He cleared his throat, attempting to do something. Maybe change the direction of the conversation, but his words hesitated to come forth. In some ways he missed his previous partner, but he was not willing to let that cloud his thoughts on this night. “At least there won’t be as much waiting for you this time.” Now Sascha offered a small smile – one that seemed a little tired.

#doctorassistedhomicide #emotinal baggage? OH LOOK A TREE

Maybe the ballet was a bad idea. They were hardly off the base and the cabin was already stifling and silent. Veso drummed his fingers against the wheel and listened to Sascha shuffle beside him. It’s not like he had made this plan based on his last trip with Ania- but if he compared the 2...

“It vas in the past.” he said definitively. He knew enough of Sascha’s stalling to understand his drifting, and he solidly ignored it. He wouldn’t appreciate if Sascha started to poke his own bruise, so he wouldn’t jab either. “If truck will make it zer will be no waiting.” He actually laughed, picturing the semi-likely event of the truck breaking a tube or another and Veso having to step out and have Sascha read some of engineer's well folded instructions that he taped to the door for such an occasion. He decidedly wasn’t thinking about what he was chasing away. “Although I vould like to see you change tire, Sascha.” His hand drew away from the wheel to pat his knee and rested there, solid and warm. “You could earn your drinks tonight.”

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Rudy hadn’t felt the rebar rip through him, no, but it was causing problems for him all the same. He tried to stand, only for his leg to buckle and send him back down into the dirt – luckily he had managed to catch himself with his hands before he ate the ground. There was so much blood. It was hard to play it cool when it seemed so… Severe. He couldn’t assess the damage without pain and in that respect the pyro was horrified – just how bad had he hurt himself this time?

Despite having already torn off his mask, Rudy still seemed to have trouble regulating his breathing. It was only through his struggling to stand that he realized the heavy was right. He couldn’t just shake it off and make his way to a medic, at least not without help. His leg was bum and didn’t respond below the injury, causing him to awkwardly drag his foot when he was able to hobble.

Tears beaded at the edges of the pyro’s brown eyes. It was clear even with his teammate’s calm demeanor that he was still spooked. “Hake me wih you,” he pleaded, “Pull ih ouh an’ I’ll walk, jus’ don'h leave.” Gloved hands pathetically found their way around the Russian’s leg in protest of departure. He hardly knew the man, but anyone was better than being left to suffer through the panic alone.

#rudenblu #he might have fallen into dad mode

Veso jerked forwards, too late to catch the pyro from taking his little tumble, but hovering as the kid panted and panicked. But he blanched at his request. Pull it out? “You cannot just..pull it out. Vould bleed even more. You should stay, and I should bring doktor back.” He regretted saying that as soon as the words were past his lips. This was the first time he was looking at the red head face to face- and he was certain he could see more of the whites around his eyes then the actual brown bits. He took a breath, trying to calm down, hoping the pyro would do the same. “If I carried- could hurt you and not realize.”

The taller man took a knee, hands tugging on the pyro’s gloved arms, dislodging him. Like dealing with a child, instead of a wounded teammate. It wasn’t that there was blood- he was a solider, he had seen blood before. Even his guilt wasn’t that damning, there were work place hazards. It was just he couldn’t see any pain in that kid’s face. It was unnerving.

This wasn’t getting him help. What was his name again? He felt like an ass. He realized he was still holding his arms, and he wondered briefly if the pyro could even feel that- all he knew about him was rumors from around the base. “Kid- you vill be alright. But you haf to listen to me.”

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“Well then perhaps you should have convinced me of something different before we settled on a ballet, ja?” He gave a pointed smile at the other as he redirected his hand to fix the bow tie once more despite the BLU’s half hearted protesting. Somehow, seeing Vesso nervous was satisfying. “If you keep pulling at it, it is just going to make it worse. Leave it alone,” The medic commanded. “It’s just a few hours…” He added. Then to prevent the man from fidgeting further, the RED hooked his arm into the crook of the Russian’s and attempted to get him moving toward the door. “We can’t sit here playing all night if we want to get there on time.”

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“It iz not like I did not try. We could haf gone to bar. Easy things.” The ballet was hardly his first choice- strangely it was the only one that neither of them vetoed. But at that point of the conversation he didn’t think anything was going to work. He never had to do so much verbal acrobatics to get a date in his life. Which led them to the ballet, apparently.

His arm now captured, the most he could do was puff out a sigh as they walked out of the base together. He muttered and sighed, going to mess with his tie again with his other hand- but feeling the medic squeeze his arm tighter went for his beard. Which was also freshly trimmed.

Veso led the medic towards the BLU garage, pulling out the keys from his pants pocket. Early on the rest of the team had just decided that he could drive, and gave him the pickup’s keys for longer mission. He had let his comrades run with this assumption, and decided it wasn’t too different from the tractor he had driven once at his cousin’s Isof’s fancy farm after a few tries.

The pickup fitted the Heavy, in better shape then a lot of other tech on the base, but it was still dented and paint-chiped from their day to day jobs- and of all people Sascha looked weirdest stepping into the passenger seat. “Haf only been to ballet once” Veso offered, not quite an explanation, but more of idle chatter as the car jumped to life. “It was big affair, but it vas not suits. Waited all day in train to get to Nizhny Novgorod to get to theater for- it vas fun.” He drifted, driving off. It had been for his wife’s birthday one year, a day without the children. “Not a common event.” the implied ‘unlike you’ wasn’t judgmental, but soft and fond.

#doctorassistedhomicide

PSA

so apparently you can’t change your theme back, BUT you can find your old theme here and then save it somewhere on your com, in a notepad or something, until tumblr fixes this shit

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TF2 UPDATE THEORY

As you can see, Medic’s hands together look like a heart Medic is also looking at Heavy Both of Heavy and Medic are smiling This picture was posted on International Kissing day.

My theory?

HeavyMedic Confirmed.

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⭐️💊medical marvel💊⭐️

//commission info ✌️//

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@themedicsgotproblems

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I’m trying so hard to be something good please believe me.