GRAND TOTAL 353,170

Batteryless Batcave for Brahs. Located behind the Tastee-Freeze.

[thecottonproject]

You’re gunna be okay, sweetheart. It’s gunna be okay. (A playlist.)

[teamhumvee]

OMG YOU GUYS IM SUPER EXCITED!

I took a break from my textbook reading tl;dr

I have points calculated from everything but the fanfic. I usually do that last because I have to actually think about things like PLOT and GRAMMAR and all that shit we usually don't give any single f's about on Tumblr.

So far our point count is 342,950 which does make us the winner. We'd be beating Team:Currahee by about 3,000 points. I just checked.

That sounds like a lot, but with our point system, it's kind of narrow a margin. So, unless laziness prevails among the Captains, I'm sure we'll have to swap our points logs and review them since that is the protocol.

SLKDFJSLKJSDFKL STILL. I CAN BARELY CONTAIN MY SQUEE. I KNOW, CAPT PATTERSON WOULD NEVER SQUEE, BUT I AM GOING TO SQUEE!!!!

Once fanfic is read and so forth, I will post the semi-official point count (it's not official until Rudy tries to squeeze Ray's head off with his manly thighs).

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encores:

I suppose you can count this as a giant Follow Forever thing, it’s all cool with me!

I just wanted a goodbye post to individually talk about everyone on team:humvee and how awesome they’ve been during this entire war-a-thon ♥

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THE WAR ATHON IS OVAH

Marines, you make me so proud. I am speechless. There is literally nothing I can say right now, because words just cannot express all the quality that has become this blog.

I want to say without officially counting we have nearly 500 submissions. I will have the official number of submission for you as soon as I'm done scoring.

This being the last day you have all blown this blog up and I am covered in glorious fanworks. ;) Regardless, if we win the title or lose, I think we have done this fandom proud and done it justice.We have gotten some.

OORAH!

Anne // Epictry

Team:Humvee Captain.

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TEAM:HUMVEE ROLLIN' WITH IMPUNITY

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The More I Drink - A Bravo Two Libo Mix (in which Ray decided only country music was appropriate.  Don't blame me.  Blame Ray.)

12 songs | 62.6 MB | Download

01. All About Tonight - Blake Shelton It's all about tonight Good times and the music and laughing and grooving to the band Everybody's getting right No worries we're rocking all kinds of concoctions in our hands Yeah tomorrow can wait 'til tomorrow It's all about tonight

02. Sideways - Dierks Bentley Been here since the sun went down, Be here when it comes back around Worked all week it’s time to play Gonna get a little bit sideways… Sideways.

03. Beer or Gasoline - Chris Young It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack Makes life complicated when it costs the same Hell it ain't no fun, to do without one But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run It's a tough ol' choice to make if you know what I mean It's either beer or gasoline I could see where this is headed And I'm tired of talkin' Cold beer unleaded Hell I'm walkin'

04. Bad Things - Jace Everett - (the "resolving an invasion's worth of sexual tension" song) When you came in the air went out. And every shadow filled up with doubt. I don't know who you think you are, But before the night is through, I wanna do bad things with you.

05. The More I Drink - Blake Shelton Cause the more I drink, the more I drink Yeah, I'm the world's greatest lover and a dancin' machine I get loud, I get proud....and it gets worse Well if I have one, I'll have thirteen Naw, there ain't no in-between Cause, the more I drink, the more I drink.

06. I Don't Have to Be Me 'Til Monday - Steve Azar I can do what I wanna do, be who I wanna be I got no one to answer to, soon as I turn the key A cash machine, gasoline and we're outta here Call it an early weekend, call it goin' off the deep end Baby, you and me, we can leave it all behind

07. Gimme Three Steps - Lynard Skynard (the "oh, shit, Chaffin hit on someone's girl" song) Oh, wait a minute, Mister I didn't even kiss her Don't want no trouble with you And I know you don't owe me But I wish you would let me Ask one favor from you Oh, won't you give me three steps Gimme three steps, Mister Gimme three steps towards the door Gimme three steps Gimme three steps, Mister And you'll never see me no more, for sure

08. Whoop A Man's Ass - Trace Adkins (the "Gunny's got this shit" song) Long as you ain't throwin’ stick And stones you’ll probably be all right ‘cause I’ll take the high road if I can out of a bind But you gotta whoop a man’s ass sometimes

09. Who's Gonna Take Me Home - Chris Young Well, I can’t drive, I can’t walk And I’m a little too high to crawl I’ll hold up this wall Till I come down or the room stops spinnin’ Gonna stand right here and chill out for a minute Standin’ in the men’s room waitin’ on a stall Lean my head up against the cool concrete wall Hey there’s a few numbers I guess I could call Who’s gonna take me home? (Where’s my cell phone?)

10. Time to Take My Drunk Ass Home - Luke Bryan Well it seems that I, misplaced my shirt I cant find my keys for all this parkin' lot dirt My fall back plan, has done got sad Cause my ex-girlfriend ain't lookin' half bad

Its time to take my drunk ass home I drank all the whiskey and my moneys all gone Hit on all the girls, sang every song Its time to take my drunk ass home

11. Lot of Leavin' Left to Do - Dierks Bentley - (the "because half the platoon are secretly players" song) I guess the Lord made me hard to handle So lovin’ me might be a long shot gamble So before you go and turn me on Be sure that you can turn me loose ‘cause I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do

12. I'm Hungover - Luke Bryan Grabbed my phone, rolled outta bed Went back through all the texts I sent Half-drunk beer on my nightstand Red club stamp on my right hand Tripped on my boots walking down the hall Chuggin' sink water, staring at the wall Trying to put the pieces back together again Who did how, what, where and when Oh hell yeah my head hurts I got whiskey and lip gloss on my new shirt All I know is we went out and done it up right I rode a bull, did a keg stand, shot gunned a beer can, jumped in and broke up a fight Now it's Saturday morning, I'm hungover, but damn what a Friday night I think I left my debit card at the bar Think I took a kiss a little too far Who's that sleeping on my couch I gotta whole lot of drunk drama left to sort out

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Brad would often find himself asking over and over again if he liked being alone? Was this what he really wanted? Was he happy alone? 

 These questions were first posed almost to solve the problem of his (loneliness) insomnia one night. If asking would make himself sleepy-- these questions did the opposite. 

Soon he found himself wondering that if he asked himself enough times, just the right amount of times, he stop and realize that no— this isn’t what he wants. He wants to be happy, to be cared for, to be looked at with eyes so in love the only way you could explain them is simply undying adoration. He would finally do something to cure his loneliness.

Brad wants to be loved. 

Time after time, though, the only plausible answer he could come up for himself with was that love must be afraid of him— as he was afraid to love. 

 Now loneliness and these thoughts seem to be normal. Making a home in his brain. Finding ways to sneak up; becoming daily thoughts and reminders to sour a good mood. 

 Brad knows there is only one cure to the hole being bore, one complete fix to finally shut his brain up— but is he too afraid to go after it?

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Cardboard Humvees and Water Pistols.

Title: Cardboard Humvees and Water Pistols

Rating: PG. 

Author: Noonelikesit

Word Count: 506

Pairing: None

Summary: A Kindergarten AU, inspired by the fabulous Emily.

A/N: There was supposed to be multiple chapters submitted to the Warathon, but I'm not happy with them yet. They will be posted at some point, but in the meantime here's a little introduction. Thank you to everyone in the first rewatch who essentially created this fic. I just ran with it. Also to Tina, thank you for answering all of my questions.

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Like most kids growing up in troubled homes, Evan turned to art and music for an escape. He adopted the old school hip- hop ideology early on and just never looked back. Instead of joining local gangs or selling smack on corners, Evan would take a backpack filled with spray-paint cans and go searching for daring places to tag. Headphones blasting words of wisdom from late greats like Tupac and Biggie, he would sneak out in the middle of the night to create huge murals of graffiti art anywhere he could. Personality-wise, Stafford is a go-with-the-flow, chill kind of guy, he’s usually not one for violence or picking fights. He’s generally with one earphone plugged in, and always with some sort of drawing implement, on hand typically a sharpie. Arrested in Orlando, Florida for vandalism, destruction of private property and resisting arrest. His abilities required him to touch a drawing or photo to bring the object of being to “life”, be it from real-life or fantasy, there’s really no boundary to what he can bring into existence. However, the limitations are whether or not the being will listen, prove useful or cooperate at all, which can be problematic in the Arena. Fun Fact: Stafford has the most dress-code violations in the entire sector. He’s usually dressed with baggy jeans, work boots, du-rag and other gang-banger attire, which is not allowed. The staff pretty much turn a blind eye to him since he is not a problem inmate.

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Marines, kill on three!

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Nate is a very secretive, professional person, by nature, which is why scarcely anyone in Alpha knows that he used to be in the USMC. It was after an incident where it is alleged that Nate used his abilities to force a fellow lieutenant to call in the wrong coordinates during a mission in Iraq. Of course Nate has his own version of the story, but much rather just put everything behind him then dredge up the past; he was able to bring all of his men home safely and that’s what really matters to him. It was Godfather, who has substantial ties in the military, who made a few calls to get Fick transferred to his sector, instead of dealing with military court and possible dishonorable discharge. (The US armed forces usually turns a blind eye to mutants, as long as they stay in line, however, its noted when there are incidents they tend to be heavy-handed with punishments.) Nate’s learned how to control his abilities after years of practice and necessity. He can read minds, it used to be involuntary and caused him terrible discomfort and migraines in his youth. Now the only thing stopping him from scrambling the brains of everyone involved in the incident in Iraq is principal and personal morals. He would never read/control minds unless he has explicit consent, or it were a life-death situation. He can also move objects/block attack with just his mind. Although he is not normally a confrontational person, he is known to raise to the occasion and put people into their place if they confused by his neat and quiet nature. Fun Fact: As much as Godfather thinks he is in control with his little Alpha Sector project, he still had two thin, metal, quarter-sized implants inserted under his skin over his temples. Their purpose is to to block any telepathic influences or attacks. Nate never felt up to correcting the man, it may or not be his contingency plan. Nate is the strongest recorded mutant in the Alpha Sector.

──List of Alphas on file

[teamhumvee]

We got 45 minutes; I'll submit one more thing...why the hell not?

Title: That One Time Ray Made Everyone a Disney Character

Rating: PG. It's about Disney.

Author: lifesgeekymoments (Alpha)

Word Count: 1,277

Pairing: None really...but Brad/Nate is mentioned but not confirmed and Ray/Walt is mentioned if you squint.

Summary: After Poke is given a gift by one Ray Person, Ray takes it upon himself to assign everyone their own Disney alter-ego. Brad is not amused.

http://bravocurahee.livejournal.com/1129.html