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@thieving-blu-soldiers
"Your ass did not prepare you for the level of violence you will meet on my DICK!"
Meet the thieving BLU soldiers, a militia created for the sole purpose of stealing and harassment. Led by the infamous Commander Private, These brave men will do whatever it takes to get your hats, whether it be weaponspam or flinging themselves at you.
Want to challenge them? Simply enter the Inboxinator.
All are welcome.
Status:OPEN
Main :@suitblood-mushmouth
Hello. The following is a message from the Teufort Census Bureau.
How would you rate your current employment?
Thank you for your co-operation.
@tf2-data-collection-agency
Ah, there you are. We've been expecting you.
Hat thefts have been kept at acceptable rates for this fiscal year, employee retention and turnover is at %46, as usual, and oh, yes! Commander Privates has recently returned from the underworld.
Overall, if on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give it a 9. The transfers from the regular unit were traitors. Hire better psycopaths.
Lieutenant Privates II
Former Chief, current CFO
TBS UnterSyndicate
(You know what, fuck it. This guy's name is now Supremedier [Pronounced Soo-preh-meh-deer], and you can now have him sent to other blogs to shave their hair. Reblog this post with names(Not tagged, to keep the surprise)
Will ya wear these?
Son, I got three words for you:
U! S! SEY!
I'm droppin' this shit.
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have you ever tried to steal demopan's ridiculous amount of stout shakos?
...No. The volume of shakos that man possesses renders them utterly worthless.
I just saw this blog
It is beautiful
(ooc: Thanks!)
Ok how the fuck did you guys get a tumblr?
We stole it! Someone was wearing a hat with a cellphone on it, and we renamed his tumblr!
Zhis is to whoever decided to sneak into mein room. I can hear zhe noises still.
GET ZHE FUCK OUT!
Muffled giggling
Muffled “seY”s
WHY ZHE FUCK ARE ZHERE SOLDIERS HERE?! ALL OF YOU OUT! RAUS, OUT NOW!
The soldiers run out, laughing, making off with much of her surgical caps. One of them takes her glasses.
“This is my DICK! There are many like it but this one is yERAS!”
Meh, you can have those. Mein fruend and I have no use for zhem any longer... GIVE ME BACK MEIN GLASSES DUMMKOFTS! YOUR'E LUCKY HERR ANNE ISNT BACK YET!
“…mmhmnNo sir! This is mine now.”
The soldier raises a shovel.
“Come and take it, maggot!”
(She pondered for a bit, with a wide smile)
Shotgun.
(oh shit somehow Amber whipped out a shotgun from behind her)
Oh, and herr Anne's home.
The others had already left, leaving the soldier alone with the two.
“…”
He slowly places the glasses back onto Amber’s face.
Zhis is to whoever decided to sneak into mein room. I can hear zhe noises still.
GET ZHE FUCK OUT!
Muffled giggling
Muffled “seY”s
WHY ZHE FUCK ARE ZHERE SOLDIERS HERE?! ALL OF YOU OUT! RAUS, OUT NOW!
The soldiers run out, laughing, making off with much of her surgical caps. One of them takes her glasses.
“This is my DICK! There are many like it but this one is yERAS!”
Meh, you can have those. Mein fruend and I have no use for zhem any longer... GIVE ME BACK MEIN GLASSES DUMMKOFTS! YOUR'E LUCKY HERR ANNE ISNT BACK YET!
“…mmhmnNo sir! This is mine now.”
The soldier raises a shovel.
“Come and take it, maggot!”
Zhis is to whoever decided to sneak into mein room. I can hear zhe noises still.
GET ZHE FUCK OUT!
Muffled giggling
Muffled “seY”s
WHY ZHE FUCK ARE ZHERE SOLDIERS HERE?! ALL OF YOU OUT! RAUS, OUT NOW!
The soldiers run out, laughing, making off with much of her surgical caps. One of them takes her glasses.
“This is my DICK! There are many like it but this one is yERAS!”
Zhis is to whoever decided to sneak into mein room. I can hear zhe noises still.
GET ZHE FUCK OUT!
Muffled giggling
Muffled “seY”s
Woe, Gibus be upon ye.
*…*
*Screaming*
*Panicked crowds*
*Doors slamming shut*
It was late in the night, or was it early in the morning? Regardless, one Erilys Haven was up making herself some tea in the base’s kitchen. She looks tired, as if she hasn’t slept in days.
She’s quietly humming to herself as she waits for the kettle on the stove to warm up, not noticing the the newcomer walking in.
*Whats this? Another maggot to steal from? Eeexcellent.*
The soldier, with unrealistically fluid motion, slides over to the woman. He menacingly rises up over her, hands outstretched.
She remains unaware of presence looming behinds her. She drops a teabag into a large mug with ‘World’s Best Sniper’ written on the side. They start at the sound of the kettle whistling, nearly knocking the mug off the counter.
The soldier immediately jumps away, hiding behind a cabinet.
She spins around, straightening up to her full 5’3” height.
“He-hello?” They cringe at the sound of their shaky voice.
“Listen, I don’t appreciate having pranks pulled on me. Will you just come out and greet me?”
The soldier, spying a small pebble on the ground, gets an idea.
He very discreetly throws the pebble into the air, straight towards a closed window.
@emotionallycontentstrategist
It was late in the night, or was it early in the morning? Regardless, one Erilys Haven was up making herself some tea in the base’s kitchen. She looks tired, as if she hasn’t slept in days.
She’s quietly humming to herself as she waits for the kettle on the stove to warm up, not noticing the the newcomer walking in.
*Whats this? Another maggot to steal from? Eeexcellent.*
The soldier, with unrealistically fluid motion, slides over to the woman. He menacingly rises up over her, hands outstretched.
She remains unaware of presence looming behinds her. She drops a teabag into a large mug with ‘World’s Best Sniper’ written on the side. They start at the sound of the kettle whistling, nearly knocking the mug off the counter.
The soldier immediately jumps away, hiding behind a cabinet.
i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year
actually i'm reblogging this again with commentary, fuck it.
There's people in the notes talking about "not basing your worth off numbers", and like. that isn't what this post is about. It's not a threat, either, it's a comment on how this site works, at a mechanical level.
Likes are worthless. Let me say that again.
Likes. Are. Worthless.
They don't do anything. They're a bookmark. They were never part of how tumblr works - in the early days we didn't even have a like button, and the site still more or less acts as though we don't. They're personal bookmarks and the only people who "get" anything from them are you (you bookmark the post) and the OP (maybe a very slight serotonin boost), but they don't keep the post in circulation, they don't keep it alive.
Without reblogs, a post will be dead in the water within an hour. No matter how good it is, no matter how many hours of painstaking love and attention its creator put into it, it will be dead within an hour and never seen again. It gets pushed down the dashboard and nobody aside from the followers who were online when it was posted will see it. And there's a huge difference in engagement on posts that get even one lucky reblog from someone with wider reach - that one reblog shows your post to five, ten, fifteen other people, and if one of those people also reblogs it, and so on and so forth, that's how posts stay alive and in circulation. It's like a contagion, but we're sharing creativity instead of disease.
And that matters. That "lifespan" of the post matters, artists and writers give up on this site and go to sites where posts have longer lifespans because it sucks to spend hours of your life, maybe even days, to get two notes and some fucking pocket lint for your efforts. We create for ourselves, but we share because we want people to see it, because that engagement offers positive feedback and encouragement to continue. But more than that, if every post (whether art, fic, gifset, whatever) is dying within an hour or a day of being posted, that means it's not making it onto your dashboard. And if it's not on your dashboard, you won't see it. This kills the site, after a while. You stop seeing the posts, because nobody is putting them on your dashboard, because this site doesn't have an algorithm like twitter and insta's and it shouldn't, it's the last bastion of chronological timelines.
Forgive my giant fucking rant I am so tired right now and full of the plague but like stop acting like artists and writers are just being whiny little babies, or "threatening" to withhold our fucking work (you're not entitled to it! it's ours! if we get nothing out of sharing it we're well within our rights to keep it private!) when we say this site will dry up without reblogs. We're just stating facts.
also I’ve seen some people in the tags say ‘oh there have always been more likes on posts’ no there haven’t ????
these are posts from 2013, look at the ratio
not to sound like a nursing home resident but back then people know that the point of this site was to reblog things and share them, not to bury them away among your other 23k liked posts
It was late in the night, or was it early in the morning? Regardless, one Erilys Haven was up making herself some tea in the base’s kitchen. She looks tired, as if she hasn’t slept in days.
She’s quietly humming to herself as she waits for the kettle on the stove to warm up, not noticing the the newcomer walking in.
*Whats this? Another maggot to steal from? Eeexcellent.*
The soldier, with unrealistically fluid motion, slides over to the woman. He menacingly rises up over her, hands outstretched.
