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TOP 5 NON (mostly) LORE RELATED MYSTERIES OF TF2

Pyro genuinely disappeared from the plot for most of Blood in the water. Heavy and Scout were at Ayers Rock, Spy, Solly and Zhanna were in what I think is Sydney, and Ms Pauling, Demo and Sniper were in Adelaide. Where the fuck was Pyro. Where did my precious beast go.

Why doesn't Mags (australian) have a moustache (presumably due to Australium depletion but never confirmed) (or maybe she isnt actually australian? You know they never actually stated she was...).

Why did the MANN CO crate that had Soldier and Sniper clothes in it also have Zhanna clothes in it (in the naked and the dead).

IS BESTRALIUM REAL (see "gallery" on the doomsday map page, it seems to be a failed substitute australium) AND WILL IT BE RELEVANT IN COMIC 7.

Why did Saxton Hale kill the Italian President (see manniversary update).

#fun fact l4d and tf2 have some kind of multiverse thing going on #the canonical connection is as follows:#“while conducting a science experiment on parallel dimension #Bill's hat fell ofd a table into the team fortress universe“#valve did multiverse before it was cool #we can probably trace sans multiverse shit back to this blog post from 2009 #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 lore #pyro tf2 #tf2 pyro #tf2 zhanna #tf2 mags #saxton hale #tf2 saxton hale #bestralium #thats a tag now #tf2 comics

Which TF2 woman would you rather be trapped in an elevator with for an hour?

Miss Pauling

Zhanna

The Administrator

Scout’s Ma

Tilly (Demo’s mom)

Maggie

Heavy’s mom

Bronislava

Yana

Lar-Nah

Voting ended onJun 26, 2023

#tf2 #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 zhanna #tf2 administrator #tf2 scoutma #tf2 demo’s mom #tf2 mags #tf2 heavy’s mama #tf2 bronislava #tf2 yana #tf2 lar nah #polls

AYOO!! We got some of the ladies!

A pauling and two margaret ones!

#miss pauling #tf2 #tf2 icons #tf2 margaret #tf2 mags #pride #lesbian #lesbian pride #butch

You wanna know what makes the TF2 universe so fantastically amazing?

There is not one,

BUT TWO BIG TIDDY BUFF GF!!!

There is also a third, smaller gf, and while she is not buff like the other gfs, she is also incredibly badass <3

And I’m in love with all of them <3

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 zhanna #tf2 maggie #tf2 mags #tf2 ms p #tf2 ms pauling #tf2 miss p #tf2 miss pauling #ooohhhhhhh fuck I’m gay...

Midlife Crisis?

#comics #tf2 comics #comics tf2 #tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #mags #tf2 mags #maggie #tf2 maggie #png #tf2 png #png tf2 #transparent #tf2 transparent #transparent tf2 #bust

The Light

The porch light cast a golden, warm glow over the front door as Miss Pauling stood outside, staring at the screen through the glass of the door’s window. Her hands shook, she couldn’t quite breathe...the sounds around her from the street outside were like nails on a chalkboard. Finally, she raised her left hand, and she knocked once. Somehow she felt like this was a bad idea, but...she was alone. She was alone and had hardly anyone to turn to.

After a moment, she could see the shape of a person from the other side of the screen, and the locks clicked a few times. The door opened, and before her stood Mags, looking relaxed and in pajamas. She looked soft in a way she didn’t usually look...but it was beautiful, in a way.

Maggie seemed confused when she saw Pauling standing there. “Hey...? Hey, Felicia, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

Miss Pauling shifted from one foot to the other, knowing she looked awkward. “H-hey, Maggie...um, sorry it’s short notice, but I just...I dunno, I was in the area, and...” she trailed off, before she burst into tears. She didn’t mean to— it happened, it just happened. She thought about pulling away and turning around, to go back home and forget about this, but before she knew it Maggie had grabbed her with her strong arms and tugged her inside, closing the door behind her.

The TV was on, playing some soap opera Maggie didn’t seem to have been watching. The lights were low in a way that was comforting, and the smell of fresh tea wafted through the house.

Maggie sat Pauling down on the couch and draped a blanket around her shoulders, sitting beside her. Pauling wiped her eyes roughly with the back of her hand, her lower lip still shaking, little sobs leaving her mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” Pauling repeated, but Mags silenced her.

“No, don’t apologize, it’s okay,” Maggie assured, watching Pauling’s face. “Did you have a long day today?”

Pauling caught her breath, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. “Yeah. I-I guess you could tell, huh?”

“That’s what I thought,” Maggie nodded. “Is there anything you need right now? I have some tea, would you like some?”

Pauling leaned back into the couch, enjoying the feeling of the blanket. “Yeah...I mean, if it’s not too much trouble or anything,”

“No, it’s all right,” Maggie gently placed her hand over Pauling’s shoulder. “It’s no trouble at all, okay? I’ll be right back,”

She got up and poured a cup of tea from the kettle, and she returned moments later, passing the tea to Pauling. “Here you go,”

“Thanks...” Pauling took a sip of the tea, the warmth creeping through her chest and filling it. She sighed, feeling herself relax although she was still a bundle of nerves.

“Maggie,” she asked after a moment. “Do you ever...do you ever feel like this is all life is sometimes? Just one stressful thing after the next? More and more fucked up nonsense and nothing else?”

Maggie sat back down, drawing her legs up onto the couch and sitting cross-legged. “No,” Maggie answered after a moment. “I mean, I don’t think it is. I think it’s like...” she trailed off, before shaking her head. “Never-mind.”

Pauling leaned her head against Maggie’s shoulder a bit. “What? What is it?”

Maggie took a long breath. “Okay. So: do you remember every piece of cheese you ate as a kid?”

“Every piece?” Pauling thought about it, sipping at the tea cup. “Well, no, of course not,”

“Of course you don’t. But if you ate a piece of cheese that had mold on it, you’d always remember that, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh— yeah, I guess,”

“It’s like that...” Maggie tried to articulate it. “I think we live so many days of our lives that the bad ones are the ones we remember a lot, because they stand out like moldy cheese among regular cheese...” she shook her head. “I’m sorry, I’m not explaining this well...”

“No, no, I get what you’re saying,” Pauling assured. She felt better now, warmer, and as if she was understood. “You don’t mind if I stay here long, do you?”

“I don’t mind,” Mags reassured. “I don’t have much to do tonight, anyway...” she smiled, looking back at Pauling. “I’m just...I’m really glad I was the one you came to,”

Pauling smiled back, a flicker of warmth in her heart. She lifted up the blanket to share it with Mags, and Mags accepted, pressing close. There was little Pauling wanted, now: she had a warm blanket and another woman she could talk to, someone she could share warmth with. She took another sip of tea, and when she felt Mags squeeze her free hand, she knew she wasn’t alone.