Jesse was giving some major “Mom! Dad! Stop fighting!” energy at the end of Hazard Pay lol

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Jesse was giving some major “Mom! Dad! Stop fighting!” energy at the end of Hazard Pay lol
Realised there are only 100 days til s2, aka the day Tony Gilroy snatches away my beautiful dream of Brasso quietly unionising rebel engineers, to the dismay of everyone who owes them back pay. It isn't six sentence Sunday or WIP Wednesday, but I'm posting this for myself as a treat.
“We need to talk,” said Draven, “about your friend.”
Draven's office was as spartan as any other on the base, but it at least it gave the impression that was less because of the rebellion's fugitive status and more because of a certain asceticism on behalf of the occupant; Cassian could picture him in a series of similarly neat series of cells in school dormitories and military barracks and that one detention centre that Draven leaves half-concealed in his records, baiting curious new recruits to prove themselves untrustworthy.
Of course, it could also have been arranged that way to make it harder to screen a reaction. A bare office meant Draven got to see every tic, every tapped foot, every sidelong glance at nothing. But Cassian hadn't given in to the temptation to read the file, and he wasn't going to give in to the temptation to look away now. “I wouldn't call him that, sir.”
“You're inseparable enough.”
“He has very few reference points for -”
“And your name is at the top of all his information requests. Finances, policy, contract law -”
“Our command structures aren't what he's used to -”
“- I mean hazard pay, for pity's sake. If we gave agents hazard pay we'd bankrupt the rebellion.”
“Just so, sir.” Draven liked ‘just so’ and the fact that Cassian had borrowed it, nodded sardonically whenever he saw it in crop up in one of Cassian's transcripts and said doing my bit for the rebellion, eh? as if it was his major contribution to Cassian's development. Cassian let him smirk at it, then tried: “I don't think Kay quite grasps how payment works, sir. For a worker. He's probably trying to assimilate.” Don't be so fucking stupid, he wanted to say. Don't pretend this isn't a one in a million asset, don't pretend he's not valuable, don't take -
“Who?” Draven glanced up briefly from the stack of flimsi that was seemingly responsible for his rare show of annoyance. “Oh, the droid. No, no. Good find, that. I meant the other one.”
Right. The other one.
Brasso has been found waist deep in sewage attempting to tunnel out of a mining camp, and had adjusted to live on Yavin with what Cassian thought was admirable ease. He'd quickly taken over one of the crypts beneath the temple and set up a work bench and a still, and kept himself busy repairing anything deemed too inessential for the base mechanics to bother with, attracting a grateful line of cooks and data wranglers and refugees clutching holoprojectors packed with pictures of missing loved ones. It was nice to think, when Cassian let himself think about it, that after everything that had happened some things were still true. That he could remember Maarva saying if you get lost just look for Brasso's house and have it still be true.
“He's finding his feet, sir.”
“I'd say he's got them quite firmly under the table,” Draven said. “Have a word, would you? He's not even enlisted.”
Do you think that Thor using All Speak would be able to communicate with Ant Man's ants? Like, imagine him telling Scott and Pym that the ants want to unionize for safer work environments and better benefits.
So imagine this:
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Scott Lang’s casually chatting with Hank Pym when Thor suddenly tilts his head and says, “The ants are displeased.”
Scott: “Uh, what?”
Thor: “They feel exploited. You’ve sent their brethren to their tiny dooms with little more than a grain of sugar and a whisper of gratitude.”
Scott (blinking): “...Wait, you can understand them?!”
Thor (deadpan): “They demand hazard pay. And vacation days.”
Pym: “They’re ants, Thor.”
Thor: “Unionized ants, Dr. Pym.”
Scott (whispers): “Oh my god, I’m gonna be overthrown by a labor movement of six-legged communists...”
Thor (listening again): “...Also, one of them wants dental.”
Scott: “THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE TEETH!”
It’s always exciting to add a super-rare piece to my Breaking Bad collection! This set of Vamonos Pest coveralls certainly fits the bill, as they were worn by Bryan Cranston during the production of the hit AMC show! 🎥
As seen in the third episode of Season 5 titled “Hazard Pay,” Walter White is wearing this very uniform when he and Jesse Pinkman pull up to an unsuspecting client’s house, prepared to use the fumigation company as a front for their methamphetamine manufacturing organization.
Jesse showing his homework to his teacher.
The Pentagon has approved hazard pay for U.S. troops serving in Ukraine, paving the way for a possible expanded presence. Military Times rep
By Gary Wilson
The Pentagon has approved hazard pay for U.S. troops serving in Ukraine, paving the way for a possible expanded presence. Military Times reported July 27 on the new hazard pay policy.
The approval of hazard pay is seen as a sign that the Pentagon is preparing for a possible expansion of the U.S. military presence in Ukraine. The Biden administration has steadily increased the number of special forces “advisers” and trainers in the country. While calling them advisers and trainers, they actively participate in the war.
Fuck it. Massive OC Doodle Dump Post Be Upon Yee! Had to put all this shit together from art fight. Figure I might as well put it here for now. There is genuinely art in here from up to the like last four years.
Honestly, poor Terry. Both times something has gone down at metro dispatch, he’s gotten his ass kicked. First, he almost gets shot by Greg and his buddies, and then he almost dies from asphyxiation in the fire suppression room. Get this poor man some hazard pay, immediately.