"You one of John's friends?
@silas-dogboy
"Wouldn't you like to know, Weather Boy?"
@silas-dogboy
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"You one of John's friends?
@silas-dogboy
"Wouldn't you like to know, Weather Boy?"
@silas-dogboy
"God damn its my favorite girly pop, back in the land of the living." Throws down a pair of red medic legs she's busted and had been using as a scarf. "the masked bandits have missed you."
"Who's been telling y'all I was dead!? Did no one read the Napkin letter I submitted to HR?"
Johnny sorts through her overstuffed mail slot. Who knew time would accumulate so much?
"Damn mailed Solicitors...I thought Miss Pauling had scrubbed my name from the Post Office's mailing books. I keep getting these damn offers to work for a private company. Mordork something. They're getting desperate, this letter is soaked in blood! No thanks Mister Easterman, I'm happy with my marriage to my current job!"
We're at the "JK Rowling is personally funding litigation to try and destroy AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL" stage of rabid UK terf brain.
Screenshot via Alejandra Caraballo @esqueer.net on bluesky
Tldr Amnesty International, global human rights organisation, published a report called 'A growing threat: the anti-rights movement in the UK'. In it is detailed, amongst others, a whole bunch of transphobic groups and organisations, including Beira's Place, JK Rowling's trans exclusionary sexual violence support service. JK Rowling threw a shit fit and got Amnesty to take the report down by threatening libel. This was obviously not enough, because you can't appease a fascist, so now she's going to bankroll a bunch of lawsuits anyway through the JK Rowling Women's Fund.*
You can read an archived version of the report here, please save it and share it.
*Not so friendly reminder there is no way to engage in the wizard books without enabling this shit.
Hello. The following is a message from the Teufort Census Bureau.
How would you rate your current employment?
Thank you for your co-operation.
@tf2-data-collection-agency
"You're authority is not recognized for access to that classified information. Now Git!"
@tf2-data-collection-agency
"Looks like my time of silence is gone." Nathan is kidding. He's kidding. Of course the Sniper missed the loud mouth. Or does he? Nah, he misses her. Unless...?
"You hear silence over your gay thoughts?"
Among Mercs AU where Johnny had been partially transformed by the alien lifeform as an experiment. While she isn't aiming to kill or lure her savoirs to their doom, she is still rather...a nuisance.
And that body was already there, Johnny just finishing eating the pizza the victim left behind.
Natasha belongs to @redbritishsniper
Mando belongs to @four-blu-engies
Greg belongs to @life-is-a-cabernet
YOUR BACK ;4; HI
"Company ordered a sabbatical. Had to talk to someone about my hostility issues so I went to a therapist. Now I'm back!"
._. *stares at her like he's possibly seeing a ghost but not sure so he just keeps staring* //welcome back!
"Fuck you looking at?
(Hello again, hope you like dealing with her crazy ass again)
-busts from within dispenser, rabid and covered in honey....again- "DING DONG, FUCKER!"
*whipping out his wrench and using the broken metal to entomb her in a metal Soldier statue*
"Sorry, no-one's home."
A sticky clawed hand swiped at his face like some deranged cat between the gaps in the sheet metal. "I saw you trying to be smooth on my best friend! I will not you devalue her badassery with your canoodling!"
What- Oh. Wait, really?
"You, best friends with Sorcha? Unusual to see a BLU so close with a RED," he replied, being sure to stay out of reach. "But if you really knew her, you'd know nothing I can do would make her any less badass. She's built different."
"NOT WHEN I'M TRYING TO KICK HER ASS AND YOU TWO ARE ACTING LIKE TWO UNSUPERVISED KIDS!" Her helmet was flung over Jonathan's head, seeming to have missed, but it ricocheted as a passing Scout caught it against his head and it shot to the back of the Engineer's cranium. She scurried from her entombing prison and lunged for his wrench.
"She's more woman that you can handle anyway!"
Ha, missed. Crazy- thunk. Well, that's why he wears his own helmet.
"If she's too much f'r me, I doubt you'd have better luck. I suspect we'll have t' share her, then, 'cuz I'm not goin' anywhere!" He has a hand on her face, keeping her at arm's length. If this... creature really was someone Sorcha cared about, she'd probably appreciate him not caving her skull in, but if he let her get the Wrench, she'd probably have no qualms about doing the same to him.
Ah, her old nemesis...Height difference.
"HA! Nothing can conquer a fiery feud such as ours! She's the Cobra to my Mongoose! Her Bengal Tiger to my Sloth Bear! HER BROADSWORD TO MY SHOVEL"
The suggestive undertones of her fevor is just wasted on the gremlin woman's lust of violent proclamation. "And I will not you jeopardize her fighting spirit by taming her with pointless flirting!" She bent down, balling herself briefly before lauching herself square into the soft abdomen of the engineer. Man may be good at making machines, but he is still a squishy man.
😴
Meme
First, a sleepy "Hm?". After a moment of processing what was happening, the Engineer will roll to face the Soldier and wrap his arms around her, holding her head to his chest. Might even kiss the top of her head.
The smaller merc grumbles, taking the disturbance as an offense to her suspiciously calm resting. A hand patted around to the man's face in attempt to 'snooze' him.
"What’s that, Doctor Jack Marrow?....Oh that's time for this session? Right! I better get back to work. I'm sure glad you're within Mann Co.'s network that takes my Insurance!"
When Johnny returned to her room after the battle, she would find her soldiers decked out in adorable sweaters with blue hearts on them and an Engineer covered in scratches. His thick head of curly hair was combed neatly somehow in spite of his injuries. In his hands he held a bouquet of ribs and biscuits shaped like roses on skewers. "Happy love day to my best and favorite Soldier. I hope you are hungry." He was fending off her familiars the best he could to keep her ribs safe. "Help?"
Johnny marched in, or rather stormed, with a thick raw cut of steak she stole from the fridge pressed to the left side of her face. When she saw Mando, with food and her hungry hissing army, she smiled, lowering the meat. Her eye was swollen shut. The skin had a purple raw look, and there was a contusion that stretch from jaw to cheekbone, dark and seemed to throb. Reaching into her pocket, Johnny procured a whistle and blew into its end.
The juvenile passel of opossums stiffed and fell into an orderly line in front of their commander food giver. "At ease men, you are dismissed for the night."
She held the door open for them to scurry out and wrought havoc elsewhere in the base. Johnny lowered the meat down to Knife Teeth. "Take this back to the kitchen."
They exchanged a salute to each other and Johnny turned to look at Mando, smiling through the dull pain.
"Aw, querida, why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" He handed her the bouquet, then gingerly examined her injury. "You know I can fix it up in no time."
Despite being out of uniform, Mando never went anywhere on base without his toolbelt handy. Picking it up from where he carefully laid it before the chaos commenced, he pulled out his PDA and selected the plans for the Dispenser. "You eat while I build. Tell me all about your day."
"Eh, same old, same old." Johnny said dismissively, chewing on the rib bone after sucking the tender meat from it. For a scrawny soldier, her dining skills rival that of a competitive Eater. The Dispenser had just finished assembling as she licked her fingers clean, looking over Mando with a frown before mussing his hair up in that natural state that suited his rugged face. That was better.
"Surprised you managed to get them to wear those sweaters. I can't even keep helmets on them."
With JoAnne Fabrics going out of business I feel it is my duty as a cosplayer, historical costumer, and general sewing gremlin to help teach y'all how not to be reliant on evil overpriced mediocre big box stores for fabric and cosplay supply, cause if I catch y'all going into Homophobia Lobby to get cosplay fabrics imma have to start throwing hands. And frankly you guys all deserve better.
- Find a neighborhood full of brown people. Probably a slightly poorer neighborhod. I know, I know, but they will have small independent fabric stores. Selection in each may vary. Hispanic and Caribbean areas will give you prints that EAT. Muslim areas will give you fabrics with amazing drapery. Indian and Southeast Asian areas will give you beading that would make the House of Worth wet with envy. (Try to avoid oldwhitelady quilting stores unless you are a knitter or are specifically trying to cosplay Kirsten Larson.) (Also ask while you're there for lunch/dinner spot recommendations. Your fabric store guy usually has a buddy with a joint nextdoor with the best *insert relevant ethnic food here* you'll ever put in your mouth.)
- DEVELOP A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE OWNER OF SAID STORE. This I cannot stress enough. Abdul, my fabric guy, can and will get me whatever I want cause he knows me, knows I bring in other young people, and knows I will be back every month for more. Indie fabric stores tend to have older clients. They are anxious to see faces under 60. Just chat with whoever is in there about the kind of stuff you want and need and they will help you. This also frequently leads to discounts. I have not paid listed price for fabric in years and just walked out of Abdul's with 7~ yards of gorgeous teal satin for 10 bucks. Not a yard. Total.
- Do not be afraid of mess. The best shit comes from stores that look like a hurricane went through them. Don't try to understand the organization. (One day, 4 years into your relationship with the store, suddenly the fabric gods will reveal the knowledge to you.) Again, talk to whoever is in there about your project. They'll help.
- Give up on one stop shopping. Get your crafting supplies elsewhere. Like a small independent hardware store. There's usually an old guy in there that reminds you of an uncle who will also help you.
-Worbla and whatever other Cosplay Specific Material you're using is a fatphobic material straight from Satan's hot taint, you do not need it, and any old hardware/tractor supply dad will help you find better, more durable armor/weapon/detailing material. Don't snub your nose at paper mache and plaster of paris. Venetian Mask makers have been using it for years. Balsa wood is also your friend. Hardware store Uncles will teach you to work with both.
- Elderly people are your bffs. If you see an old person TALK TO THEM. They know how to do all kinds of shit. I know there's a hesitation around old people because of the political climate and a fear that they may be homo/trans/whatever-phobic, but hey....minds are changed by making friends. My elderly Muslim fabric supplier is an Our Flag Means Death fan because of me gushing about the teal I needed for Stede Bonnet. He wishes me happy pride now. He put bolt of rainbow in the window in June and kept it up all summer. And he'd never had a thought about queers before me.
- Don't feel limited to Craft and Fabric stores. Hardware stores are cool. They stock outdoor fabrics and umbrella and furniture covers that are very durable....my first cosplay was made out of patio furniture covers. Also upholstery stores and upholsterers have velvets and damasks and faux leather and real leather and all sorts of rich textures. Most of them will part with a few yards pretty cheap. Second hand sheets and bedspreads and curtains also make some really cool garments. A significant amount of my ren fair garb started as household goods.
- If you are forced to order fabric online, please for the love of all that is holy DO NOT BUY FROM MOOD or any other famous store. You're paying for their branding and their place on certain reality shows I will not mention. Indie is always cheaper for the quality and usually not abusing their workers.
- If the fabric/hobby/hardware/upholstery/etc store you develop a relationship with is inconveniently far from you, see if said owner is willing to take your order via phone and send it to you. You'd be surprised how accommodating people in the crafting and sewing world can be.
It all really comes down to having to form a community. I know finding multiple small stores is a lot less convenient than Joannes. But forming a relationship with a local supplier will, in the long run, yield you much better results AND put money and good back into a community near you.
(And if you're in the NYC area DM me and I'll put you in contact with Abdul. He's the absolute best and I'd do anything to help him and his business grow!!!)
Wow. This broke containment.
And my most asked question is "Where do I find Abdul?" So .... here's my go to:
Astoria Fashion Fabrics
(718) 728-1604
Astoria Fashion Fabrics Inc., Astoria. 426 likes · 29 were here. We sell wholesale and retail all varieties of fabrics, notions and textiles
If him getting more business can come from my stupid little post breaking containment I will be thrilled!! Please buy from Abdul!!! His stuff is beautiful and he sources it himself!!!
Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
Yes, nonblack people can reblog. I'd appreciate it, in fact, if y'all took the time to vocally support your Black friends/fans in fandom.
When Johnny returned to her room after the battle, she would find her soldiers decked out in adorable sweaters with blue hearts on them and an Engineer covered in scratches. His thick head of curly hair was combed neatly somehow in spite of his injuries. In his hands he held a bouquet of ribs and biscuits shaped like roses on skewers. "Happy love day to my best and favorite Soldier. I hope you are hungry." He was fending off her familiars the best he could to keep her ribs safe. "Help?"
Johnny marched in, or rather stormed, with a thick raw cut of steak she stole from the fridge pressed to the left side of her face. When she saw Mando, with food and her hungry hissing army, she smiled, lowering the meat. Her eye was swollen shut. The skin had a purple raw look, and there was a contusion that stretch from jaw to cheekbone, dark and seemed to throb. Reaching into her pocket, Johnny procured a whistle and blew into its end.
The juvenile passel of opossums stiffed and fell into an orderly line in front of their commander food giver. "At ease men, you are dismissed for the night."
She held the door open for them to scurry out and wrought havoc elsewhere in the base. Johnny lowered the meat down to Knife Teeth. "Take this back to the kitchen."
They exchanged a salute to each other and Johnny turned to look at Mando, smiling through the dull pain.
i love him so much. i want to protect him from every bad thing. i want him to grow up confident and live a happy and safe life. oooooooouuuuuouuuou they can never make me care less about you tavish </3