#shoothappy

[deformeddracula]

happy gilmore 2 is the adam sandler old man yaoi i didnt know i needed

[snarksniped]

@shoothappy

  It’s go time when the cop cars roll up to the convenience store. Heist nights on simple targets usually follow the same formula: there’s Jack as the getaway driver, Michael and Ryan as the ones robbing the target, Geoff calling the shots from some distance away, and Ray himself waiting until his crew is out of sight to start. The sweet sound of a popping tire cuts through the sounds of his comm, Ray choosing to focus on his own successes as opposed to orders meant for the others.

  There’s a sense of gratification he gets from all this, the way he can run circles around the cops and only getting spotted on the off-chance someone looks up (or the copters get called and aim for him, either or).

  Maybe how well the operation is going dulls his senses.

  “ You just got a chopper to contend with now. Got all the cop cars screwed over at the store. ”

  Silence.

  “ ... Hey, uh, did any of you hear me? ”

  ( It takes him a solid few minutes to realize the familiar static in his ear is gone. )

  “ Fuck. ”

[goldcoloredglasses-blog]

triple threat }|{ closed.

Gavin wakes up with a strange feeling in his chest.

Unlike most days where he’s out of bed the moment his eyes open, running to the bath so he can soak the lingering touch of his bed sheets out of his skin for a good couple of hours, he lingers in the sleep warmth of early morning. He stares blankly at the ceiling for a long time, adjusting to the strange weight he woke with. It’s not a particularly bad feeling, not a particularly good one, yet it’s significant enough to give his entire body pause.

Unable to decipher it while his mind is still in the haze of half sleep, he forces himself up and reluctantly slides his body of the sheets and heads towards the bathroom. Ominous feelings or not, he has plans today.

They all do. 

His name is Gavin Free. The world knows him as The Golden Boy of the Fake-AH Crew, the biggest and baddest crew in Achievement City. He’s one of it’s most elusive members, infamous, but completely unrecognizable to anyone outside of the main crew -- a fact he takes the utmost pride in.

Geoffrey, their leader, and Michael, their bomb expert and main enforcer, are faces the media best knows with Jeremy, the crews newest bruiser and their jack-of-all-trades protegee quickly gaining traction on them. Ray, the sniper, Jack, the getaway driver and networker are lesser known, their identities a tad more strongly guarded. Gavin and Ryan - aka. The Vagabond, are the ones with  no faces. Big reputations all hidden neatly away behind masks, and in Gavin’s case, usually squirreled away in a safe hidey hole full of computers cameras and information.

Even outside of his persona, there is nothing about him that is particularly outstanding -- green-blue eyes, an average face with a deep tan and a rather large nose, and a mess of short brown hair. 

He drags a hand through that hair now, his fingers leaving behind streaks of gold. He’d forgotten to properly highlight his hair last night, so temporary will have to do for today. A pair of gold-tinted aviators make their way onto his face, and after that, a smooth white half-mask that he fastens in place with gold buckled straps. It snugly covers his mouth, jaw, and nose, hiding all of his most identifiable features. A small sprinkling of golden glitter over everything completes his face, and he stares at his reflection in the mirror studiously for a few moments before leaving to get dressed. 

He walks right by his closet full of normal clothes and heads right for his job clothes -- flashy and expensive and befitting of the glittering persona he’s created for himself. He yanks out a pair of black skinny jeans and a silky black collared shirt, then toes his way into a pair of clean black flats as he makes for the door, swiping a long white-and-gold trench coat on his way out.

The outfit is mostly for show. A tool, if you will, to help him get into character. He won’t be going out in the field today -- he’d already completed field prep for this job ages ago. Though he will be meeting with a few persons outside of the main crew, so ultimately it is necessary, even if only for a few moments.

When he enters the room, he feels all eyes drift to him. It’s a natural reaction, though he’d be lying if it didn’t fill him with a small sense of pride (or maybe a huge sense) and a little (a lot of) smugness. (”The only reason your head doesn’t grow is because it all goes to your nose,” he remembers Michael teasing him.) He sweeps across the floor towards Geoff, standing tall and imposing in the middle of the room. He stands behind him slightly, half behind him half not, slipping a hand casually through one of Geoff’s arms. He hums and leans against his back, grinning under his mask at the roll of Geoff’s eyes as he heaves a loud sigh and begins to lay out the plan of attack for the day. 

Most of the main crew is there -- Jeremy and Michael are already gone preparing for their tasks. There are a few scattered people from the “B” Team -- Kdin, Meg, and Lindsay, the loveliest of ladies, and Chris the... the loveli... the. Chris. He’s Chris.

Geoff is in the middle of a long winded explanation of each persons duties when Kdin sits up suddenly. “Hey, there’s a problem,” she says.

Gavin startles. geoff looks over at Kdin with a frown. “What could it possibly be?” he gripes.

Kdin barrels on without pause, her eyes on her phone. “Jeremy says it looks like the security system has been reset 24 hours earlier than we expected. The virus Gold was planning on executing to take out the security system has been wiped.”

“Wot?!” Gavin exclaims, eyes widening behind his shades. “Wot, Kdin? Wot?”

Kdin startles a bit. “I -- I said what I did?”

Gavin flusters, then pulls out his own phone and begins scanning data. After a moment, he curses. “Bloody mingers.” He fiddles with his phone grumpily. “A daft security guard messed about on one of the computers and broke a security protocol -- they had to reset the system to clean up after him.”

Chris looks bewildered. “User error! Who would have thought?”

Gavin rubs his face. “I’ll have to be on site to reinstate my virus. Damnit.” He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Do we have a secured means of escorting me down?” 

Jack grimaces. “No, we didn’t have your techie van set up. I suppose it could follow my route...”

“No, no, there can’t be anything blocking Jack,” Gavin mutters. “And every vehicle in the vicinity will be checked once we’ve made our escape...” He sighs. “It doesn’t matter. I can make it down and back on my own.”

He notes the sudden rising of many eyebrows and glowers. “I can do it! What could go wrong?”

He heads off towards the garage and his van. The strange feeling is blooming in his chest, expanding, suffocating him, and he wonders if it’s not a foretelling of just how wrong his day is about to go.

[deformeddracula]

shooter mcgavin and happy gilmore spent most of the british open making passes at each other send textpost

[archercj]

My favorite shoes (@brooksrunning) with my favorite socks (@swiftwicksocks). Thanks @competitionarcherymedia for capturing this photo. #starsandstripes #runhappy #shoothappy #patriotic #myfavoritethings (at Darree Soccer Fields) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1zqLtBAm6T/?igshid=do4qdlznp8al

[madmonarch]

“You’re going to kill me? Is it really so easy for you?” (w/ clone mav?)

 ❛♛  PRIVATE FILES : a meme i forgot

         The sound of the machine pointed directly at Mavin purred with energy, mocking something like a gun in its shape. Of course, an actual gun could work, but when it came to the Mad King he’d rather use what was created by his own hand. Especially in a situation where the potential destruction of another thing he had a hand in creating came to play. There was no masking the irritation lacing his features, it always danced right below the surface of azure eyes. Even as a smirk formed, mixed with the passed chuckle, the sense of it being there never left. ❝Even more so than you know. ❞  

        Footsteps were taken to move closer to the faux human, the mere reflection of the blue-clad pain in his side. The clone may hold about him a different air, a different presence then the one he was based off of, but there were more similarities then differences seen in his eyes.   ❝Why shouldn’t I? As far as I’ve seen, nothing has changed with you around. You’ve been little help, and are replaceable. At this point, you’re nothing more then a blueprint that failed.❞  

[madmonarch]

shoothappy replied to your post: THINGS I THINK ABOUT TOO OFTEN: The Mad Kings...

au where instead of being CEO of a corporation the mad king is a pro mini golfer who pisses off his competitors until they retire. (he’s not actually good at golf)

im ACTUALLY DYING NEW OFFICIAL AU ALL OTHERS ARE OBSOLETE 

[fakeroosters]

$ (a wrong number mayhaps?)

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{ send to ; no caller id } ; we’ve got your man. a real fucking idiot. won’t shut his mouth, might have to cut his tongue out. {delivered 6:14pm}

{ send to ; no caller id } ; be at griffon’s by seven if you want the asshole in one piece. {delivered 6:15}