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[8:19:32 PM] Fake Hawkeye: what if i get back on my sportsmaster blog and just follow all of the artemis' and collect them
[8:19:34 PM] Fake Hawkeye: and just
[8:19:50 PM] Fake Hawkeye: "artemis?"
[8:19:51 PM] Fake Hawkeye:"arteMIS"
[8:19:53 PM] Fake Hawkeye:"ARTEMIS"
[8:19:55 PM] Fake Hawkeye:[dadding intensifies]
whoops i forgot this account was a thing
Lawrence Crock - A Better Father than Yours*
*except if your father actually tries
A/N - A fanfic of Lawrence trying to be a father to Jade and Artemis, contains all of Crock Family and a snippet of Bat family.
Lawrence Crock was a father, the proof being his two daughters.
He just, didn’t really know how to be a father.
This is a compiled list with footnotes of him having troubles.
Case A.) Unable to feed daughter after many failed attempts.
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also hello friends i am back
THERE IS CROCK FAMILY FEELS IN THE SPORTSMASTER TAG AND I WASN'T PREPARED FOR THIS AND I'M JUST
Have a set of Sporty being happy about threatening his daughter.
WOW WE ARE SO FUCKED CAN U PLZ HELP
I don’t know how to make this quick but yesterday afternoon (June 13th) around 3PM we started having major power fluctuations in our house and long story short our power company basically told us it was our fault and we had a friend come out to the house and he was working on electrical stuff for like eight hours last night and we found it it’s our power company’s fault and the power surges burnt up our modem so we have no cable, internet, or phone (I’m writing this from a wifi hotspot) and it fucking destroyed our fridge, we just lost a weeks’ worth of food, our AC unit is busted it burnt up two TV’s and a fan and both the cable and the power company are refusing to do anything to fix the problem and we only have power to half of our house everything is totally fucked this is a huge emergency we have no money b/c the bank put a hold on our goddamn alimony check if you can signal boost the fuck out of this that would be great and if anyone could please please donate to my paypal here that would be even better because WE HAVE NO FOOD BECAUSE THE POWER COMPANY REFUSED TO TAKE OUR CALL AND IT BLEW OUR FRIDGE AND WE LOST A WEEKS WORTH OF FOOD I haven’t slept in like a day I’m freaking the hell out
if the paypal link doesn’t work the email for the donation is [email protected]
I have no idea when I’ll have internet again once I leave here I have no idea what we’re going to do this is just so fucked up like how the hell does this even happen
Thank you for the help so far. We finally got semi-stable internet and phone again. We called the insurance company but we still don’t know how much of our stuff is actually covered by our policy. We won’t know for a few days, but there’s a possibility we’re going to have to put up a huge deductible before it even kicks in.
We still have no fridge and no upstairs AC unit and it is getting hot out.
If you could keep circulating this for me I’ll update it as we get more info, thank you.
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reblogging this here so new followers know whats up w/ me
I have this headcanon that back in the day and when Jade was still young and Artemis was just born Paula would make Lawrence take her out twice a month to just be normal.
Except it always ended with someone pissing him off and him starting a barfight and the two of them would end up having to run home from the cops and she would just get mad and be like "This is why we never have nice things, you big dumb idiot!"
And then he'd be stuck on the tiny ass couch for the rest of the weekend while the girls holed up together in their room and had bonding time.
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ahahahaha we just started getting death threats i'm gonna fucking strangle my fucking sister
a friend of my mom's is a huge gun nut and he said over the summer he's gonna take me to the shooting range so i can learn how to handle my 12 gauge and some pistols and i just
Breaking and Entering || completelysaneai
How Epsilon had ended up here had been a bit fuzzy. It involved muddled conversations and long lapses of just sitting and waiting is silence with just himself. All he knew now was that those were the bad moments. Nothing good ever came from him being left alone with himself.
So, here he was. Suddenly in charge of this goddamn building. Making sure everything worked okay. It was a good exercise at least and even though he was a tad bit annoyed with it, it gave him plenty to do.
Thankfully, they had the courtesy of letting him have access to everything he needed to know. Guard schedules, their names, what was in this warehouse.
A dead guard was in fact something out of the ordinary.
Epsilon had noticed him from that very moment. Keeping an eye on him, trying to find the perfect moment…. By the time the security camera was destroyed, the AI had triggered an alarm. Red lights, blaring horns, guards already lining up by the doorways, exits, and cargo. A small panel in the wall opened up in front of the intruder and displayed a hologram of a blue spartan soldier with its arms crossed.
“Don’t you know any better than try to break into a warehouse monitored by a smart AI?” The intruder didn’t look like anybody he ever knew. He mostly reminded Epsilon of something out of an old human movie.
Sportsmaster could barely hear the approaching guards over the sound of the alarm. He narrowed his eyes at the hologram and reached in his back pocket, pulling out his Hammer. It fell to the floor with a loud clank and he kept himself ready to aim at the first person that got within range.
"I've dealt with computer systems before," he said, not entirely sure why he was bothering to talk back in the first place. "Pixels don't scare me, kid."
The first team of guards rounded the corner, and they all aimed battle rifles at him and fired. Sportsmaster gripped the Hammer, and rolled for cover back down the hallway. When the gunfire stopped so the shooters could reload, he sprang out, swirling the ball behind him. It hit the first guard in the face and sent the man's helmet flying backwards into one of his buddies.
The ball came around again and got another man in the gut as Sports aimed a kick at different guard's shin. They both went down with pathetic little squeals, and he had just enough time to grab a man and use him as a shield against another onslaught of bullets.
"Is this the best you amateurs got?!" he yelled. "I was hoping for some real action! Not boy scouts with their daddy's guns!"
“…Sportsmaster.” His title, his name would be too intimate and she is not sure if she wants the intimacy. She doesn’t trust herself for that. Yet.
Rigid. Cold. Lost. Anger. Paula is not sure whether she is describing herself or her husband. Her Ex-Husband.
Ex-husband? No. Husband. Both never made the time to divorce; still married in matrimony and he still pays the bills of the apartment he left his wife and child for the Life.
Left her behind.
But then again…she threw him out.
“………”
He cleared his throat. Rubbed the back of his neck. Fiddled with his hair. Pretended something on his shoe had caught his attention. Anything to avoid looking her in the face.
It was awkward. That was the only way he could describe it.
But aside from that, he knew he had to...tread carefully. Wheelchair bound or no, he had no doubt that Paula could do some serious damage to him if he pressed the right buttons.
Problem was, he wasn't even sure what those buttons were any more.
"...So..."
Breaking and Entering || completelysaneai
Sportsmaster was used to simple B&E jobs. They weren't exactly his favorite, but he wasn't one to be picky about his work. He'd been given all the proper information on this military facility beforehand-- supposedly it was an abandoned storage building. Full of expensive and experimental tech just sitting, waiting to be taken.
A few minutes of looking though caused him to discover it wasn't as empty as the report had said. There were armored guards walking along the outside with mounted cameras seemingly covering every angle. Beneath his mask, he smirked a little.
Good. He could use a little bit of a challenge.
He hopped a fence and kept to the shadows, sneaking up behind a guard as he slid a knife from the sheath on his thigh. He grabbed the man and in one slick motion, cut his throat from ear-to-ear. Sports gently set the body down and felt around for a key card for the door. Finding one, he walked to the door and swiped it, watching as the door slid open with a hiss. A long hallway was in front of him, and he surveyed it as he stepped inside. The florescent lights cast a dim blue tint to everything.
He moved down the hall, his boots echoing softly on the metal floor. Peering around the corner, he noticed another security camera, and launched a beacon at it to disable it.
And that was when the siren went off and everything turned red.
"Son of a bitch!"
How the fuck had he been noticed so soon?!
Oh nooo i've already thought up an AU Sportsmaster for Shingeki no Kyojin why this
actually no better question
why not this
