Howdy! The name's Pancakes. This blog's purpose in life is to entertain and amuse you. I mostly reblog stuff, but I also doodle stuff every now and then.
The stuff I reblog includes: TF2, James Bond, Super Mario Bros., Sonic the Hedgehog, and any funny things I find on my dash.
My brotps are Engie + Sniper and Soldier + Scout, so expect to see them here a lot. I actually don't ship any pairings at all, so no need to worry about that.
I'm pretty shy, but feel free to talk to me. I won't bite. And if you're actually crazy enough to like those terrible scribbles or gmod pictures that I make, I'd be happy to draw something for you if you asked. J-Just sayin'. o//u//o ||||
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THIS BLOG HAS A MUSIC PLAYER! (And don't worry, it does NOT autoplay.) It's all James Bond music. It has every opening plus a bunch of other tracks. Feel free to suggest any additional tracks.
Scout doesn’t really know where it all started. One day, he developed a crush on his teammate.
He’s not particularly bothered by liking the other guy, after all, it’s common knowledge among the merchs that their medic is more dame than doc in the brain, and as far as Scout’s concerned, the doc’s a straight up pal, him and the big guy who follows him around like a lovesick puppy.
But that’s their little love story. His - Scout’s, well it’s not a love story.
Least he thinks..hopes it isn’t.
’Cos that would mean the awkward jolting flip-flops his heart does, and the sweating that leaves his gun slippery in his hands whenever he catches a glint of a crooked grin sent his way are a long-term thing.
And if yesterday’s invasion was anything to go by, where Pyro was calling for help up top on the balconies, and Scout responded by immediately changing direction about and tripping headlong down a mineshaft..well, it’s not good for his job. Or his reputation for that matter..stupid heavy laughing his fucking fat ass off..
He scowled, his features creasing and giving the musing Scout a sulking look, sitting hunched over his bat, feet dangling off the edge of the barn roof whilst his hands and chin rested upon the bandaged pommel.
A dried-out tumbleweed idly bounced past from the abandoned buildings in front of him, drawing his attention outwards to the ghost town that was so important to their boss.
Snorting inwardly, the slugger sneered from the stupidity of it all. Save the tinkering of Engie behind him, there wasn’t even a sound out here! No people, no actual banks or government buildings, not even freaking birds!..
”..dumbasses,” he murmured, sweeping his gaze over across to the tunnels where Medic and Heavy were playing chess on an up-turned barrel. Behind them was a dark, gaping maw, probably pretty cool and dank, which would be great to escape the heat..if it weren’t for it being a death trap and all..
Sighing, the runner hung his head, bumping it lightly against the knuckles on his taped hands.
..he had to be more careful..
Frowning, he worried his upper lip between his teeth. It’s not like he was trying to mess up. Most days, you couldn’t barely find Scout, let alone catch him on the field, hell he was SCOUT for fuck sakes!
The reason his team kept getting straight A bonuses for fund collecting, the one guy who stops those giants in their tracks, and probably one of the first people Ms Pauling picked for the invasion team!
Well, he don’t know it, but he thinks she did. Maybe..? Lately, every attempt he’d tried to get her to notice him had fallen flat, and after six years he had to admit, this continuous courting and chasing her tail, was he doing this still because he loved her..or was it a built in routine to his life, like some comfy pair of shoes that you put on and never want to take off.
Twitching slightly at the distant muffled chatter from behind him, the slugger paused, then thought about his predicament.
He loved her, he knows that. Her smile when he first got off the train at Teufort Central. It was like one of those old black and white movies his Ma used to make them watch when she managed to corner them all into one room for the evening. Crowded around a crackling box that showed a tough guy meeting a girl that was so gorgeous he killed for her.
Scout would have killed a hundred deadbeats to have Ms. Pauling to smile at him like they did in the movies then, but lately..
..even the thought of the man’s crooked smirk sends colour to his cheeks, and he hunches his shoulders further in an attempt to hide his blush from anyone who might see.
”..Dammit, I gotta getta hold of myself,” he muttered, clenching his teeth, flinching in surprise at the dual meaning of what he just said and frantically trying to clear unbidden images from his head.
I love Ms Pauling! I don’t love my friend!..I have to keep this job so my ma can pay rent, and I can’t do that falling down fucking mineshafts!
His fingernails dug into the wood of his Sandman as he chanted desperate slogans over and over in his head.
The robots’ll be here soon. I gotta keep it together for the team! Make sure they stay alive! No fazing out like a schmuck, gotta keep it together for my friends..for..for..
A gruff voice from his shoulder made the man jump, twisting about to find the object of his turmoil peering down at him in concern.
Instantly, he broke out into a nervous grin, jumping up onto his feet, and taking a step back from the Soldier’s questioning glance.
”H-hey pally, didn’t notice you there! Th-those winters in Poland really toughened up your stealth game!” he laughed, feeling awkward as the man’s helmet tilted slightly to the side, like he was judging Scout or something.
The feeling left as the man straightened up into his drilling form, shoulders drawn back and helmet falling back just enough for the slugger to catch the day-old stubble trailing back along his strong jaw to his earlobe.
"Scout, we are ready. Engineer has given the all-clear and it has been agreed by the Kraut and the Commie that my attack formation worked good last time. This means that we will use it again."
He paused then, and just as Scout was about to fill the silence, the veteran abruptly shocked him by closing the gap between them and clasping a hand over his shoulder, causing him to tense and mask his embarassment as the man leaned in towards him.
”You’ll do me proud, son,” he stated, then dipped his head, his helmet obscuring his face from view. A squeeze on his shoulder and the soldier withdrew a step, drawing up to his full height again, and presenting Scout with a brilliant smile.
”You always do,” he beamed, then turned on the spot and marched off to the bottleneck.
"Battle begins in five minutes Scout. Get your ass ready and into your position".
”Y-yeah..gotcha,” the besotted slugger called back, his heartbeat quickened and picking up a familiar pounding rhythm not unlike when he first stepped off that train.
Remembering this, he smiled quietly, then shifted on his feet and followed his heart.
*shoves lovely fanfic of brotp into your face*
The English language makes you capitalize ‘I’ and linguists aren’t sure why, but my theory is that it’s out of respect to self. An entire language thinks you are significant enough to commence higher than all other words in a sentence, because ‘I’ is not just a word it is a damn title of a pronoun, so don’t let anyone or anything make you think you’re not important, alright? Because you contradict that every time you talk about yourself.
ppl be like “weird al has returned” like he left or s/t
weird al never leaves
he is a constant force in this world
you might not hear about him for a while, a few months, a couple years
but he’s always here, and has never left
he doesn’t return. he rises.
People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter
You always draw them so cute. It’s like there’s a chalkboard stuck to the kitchen fridge in the base, and every morning there’s new scribbles..:3Oh gosh, that sounds so cute… You’re too kind.
Ah, that’s fine. Take your time. Since I drew a Scout last time, this time you get a Solly.
Hope this is okay.