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gumnut-logic · 3 months
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Five pick ups and one drop off (Pick up 4)
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Pick up 1 | Pick up 2 | Pick up 3 | Pick up 4
Scott is tired and a little pissed off, so watch for language. Again, kinda crack just for fun.
I hope you enjoy.
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Scott Tracy needed to re-apply his deodorant.
He was beginning to get a bit whiffy. But that’s what happens went you cut halfway across the planet after pulling a dozen people out from under a building in Taiwan.
As it was, he’d had to leave Virgil to liaise with local services to make it in time.
Thunderbird One wasn’t known for her shower facilities, but he had foreseen that in the past and his office in New York was set up with all the amenities including a spare business suit or two.
But that was a good five hours ago. If there was one advantage of crossing the dateline, it was the preservation of sunlight. He had the great pleasure of living the same day over again. With less concrete dust.
But more numbers and more annoying people.
One thing about rescue sites, bar the occasional asshole, was that the people there were usually very, very happy to see Scott and his brothers.
Here in the board room he received the distinct impression that at least several of the members would be much happier with his absence so they could do exactly what they wanted.
Which was what had been happening and why he was here.
“Sir, why the higher expenditure? Their employees are not our responsibility.”
Scott grit his teeth and his blood pressure sung in his ears. “We are saving the company and its employees. I believe with the correct financial support, they can become a solid division of Tracy Industries. We are not in the business of destroying lives.”
“This is not a rescue site, Tracy, this is business!”
Scott straightened from where he had been bent over the conference table, glaring at Martin at the far end, and pulled himself up to his full height before turning to glare at Landers on his left. “Not the way we conduct it.” His tone turned acid. “Do you think caring makes us soft, Landers?”
“Yes, it does. You are destroying our profit margin.”
Scott could not give a fuck about this particular profit margin. They were absorbing a large manufacturing business with its heart in country USA. If they didn’t handle the situation carefully, a good hundred thousand employees looked to lose lifetime jobs. The impact on the people and society would be massive. Not to mention a foolish move as TI’s most important asset was its talent. And there was good talent out there. The business had been struggling, but only to out compete TI, which it could no longer.
Its product was excellent. Brains and Virgil had done an assessment and agreed that the teams had potential. All they needed to do was absorb them into TI and then manage them into a better working culture in order to support that talent.
But it was obvious certain members of the board did not see things the same way as the Tracy brothers. Yes, the profit margin would suffer, may even go into cost in the short term, but it was the long term Scott Tracy was interested in and not lining his pockets at the cost of other people’s lives.
Tracy Industries was big and stable enough to take a hit for the common good.
“Landers…” Scott really wished his head wasn’t hurting so much. “…just go.”
“What? Go where?”
“Out.” Scott waved an irritated hand at the door. “Get out!”
“You can’t-“
“GO!”
The whole room jumped.
Landers glared everything at Scott, swore under his breath, and made a scene of gathering his tablet and collection of paraphernalia off the table and stomping towards the exit.
The moment he left, murmured protests rumbled around the room.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Carly, his EA, talking into her headset. A moment later Jeremy, his personal security guard, stepped into the room and took up a position quite casually just inside the door.
Great.
Not the best politic move, Tracy. But Landers was a dick and he had had it coming for a long time.
Scott had just needed to be irritated enough to follow through.
He leant over the table again. “Do we have any further objections?”
Martin at the far end was noting furiously on his tablet. Yeah, more trouble would come from that direction.
Scott sighed. He really wasn’t at his best. He needed sleep. The Virgil at the back of his head was jumping up and down on his neurons demanding he stop growling at staff and come home.
There was a knock at the door and that same brother, still dressed in his IR uniform, stuck his head through. “Hey, excuse me, I need to borrow the President for a moment.”
The room was still rumbling and didn’t really respond. Scott strode over to his brother. “What is it?”
“Come out here for a sec.”
“I can’t leave right now.”
“Yes, you can.” A heavy lifting arm reached in and yanked him out into the hall.
“Virgil, what the hell?”
But his brother was busy staring at him, dark eyes assessing him as if he was capable of medically scanning him with the melanin in his eyeballs. “You’re coming with me.” And before Scott could react - a definite sign of exhaustion if there was one - Virgil lifted him in one quick move and threw him over his shoulder.
“Virgil, what the fuck?!” He struggled, but Virgil was known for his iron grip and even in Scott’s worst moments, he couldn’t hurt his brother.
“We are going home.”
“It’s an important meeting!” The view of the floor and his brother’s butt was infuriating.
“I know. Which is why we let you go initially. However, that was hours ago, and before you disassemble the board one by one, we are intervening.”
“We?”
“Hi, Scott.”
He cranked his head up just in time to see John walk past in a crisp turquoise-grey suit. “What? John? Virgil, put me down!”
“Nope.” They entered an elevator…going up, no doubt to the roof.
“Virgil, please. John will eviscerate them.”
“Yep.” They stepped out into sunlight.
“Aww, c’mon. They’re scared of him.”
“Yep.” A big green shadow loomed over them and Virgil stepped onto her elevator, giving Scott a fantastic view of checkerplate and nothing else. “It will do them good.”
“Virg-“
“Nope. Bed.”
“Please?”
His brother kicked the wall of the cockpit and folded down one of the stretchers. He rolled Scott gently off his shoulder, carefully catching his head and neck and let him sink into the soft medical support.
Every muscle cheered in gratitude.
“Virg…” God, he was tired.
His brother responded by brushing a hair out of his eyes, his gloved hand pushing Scott’s mess of hair back from his forehead. Kind eyes looked down at him. “You need rest, big brother.”
Sure fingers darted over his body, doing up safety straps and securing him in place, and for some reason Scott did not have the energy to protest.
He fell asleep halfway across the Pacific lulled to rest by the comforting roar of his brother’s ‘bird.
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ryssbelle · 3 months
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Inspired by these comics by @zivazivc and this comic by @chongotheartist
This has been chilling in my mind since I first saw ZivaZivcs comic and I finally got the energy to make it XD
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amoebeau · 1 year
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john and friends
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caintooth · 2 years
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let’s hope he doesn’t sue me for this. get it here
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harveywritings92 · 8 months
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[The 1-4-1 are making their way back to their base camp during a blizzard, Ghost is carrying R/n on his back. ]
Gaz, to no one in particular: *tired* how much further till we get back to the base?
Ghost: I don't know. I'm not sure how much longer I can carry R/n for.
[Gaz and Price stop walking look at each other than at Ghost confused.]
Price: R/n has been walking with Roach this entire time.
[Ghost turns around and sees that, yes, R/n is indeed behind him walking with Roach.]
Ghost: Then who the hell is this?!
[Gaz reaches up and pulls the hood off the person’s head to reveal Soap.]
Soap: What? I'll pay you.
[Ghost grimaces drops Soap and keeps walking.]
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quisters · 4 months
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…not Arthur infantilizing his horrific bff to justify murderous intentions
The true horror is the friends we made along the way
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xplore-the-unknwn · 5 months
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"Am I not Merciful?" - Joaquin Phoenix as Commodus (Gladiator, 2000)
Pt. 1, Pt. 2
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chezzkidsarchive · 5 months
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One thing I love about the SAW community is the universal agreement that Billy is John's disgusting little iPad baby. That's his son (that made it at least) and he needs uppies. He needs stimulation. He needs to go to the park. Amanda is babysitting him tomorrow and next week Mark is taking him to the movies.
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cheetour · 5 months
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Just in case something happens to tumblr, I finished my promstuck archive project. You can now read and download Promstuck on google docs!
@promstuck was a popular Homestuck fanventure/fancomic created over 2011-2012 and was originally posted on tumblr.
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chomplicated · 2 months
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techviolence · 5 days
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maybe someday i'll draw him in my usual art style. for now he gets to be this
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circesoasis · 1 year
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jade and john hanging out?
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Movie nights on the ship can get a little crazy sometimes.
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cod-dump · 5 months
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Soap: Gaz, cover me!
Gaz: I got your back!
Soap: *is running straight towards König*
Gaz: … from right here
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p-ogman · 7 months
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Even if Father Garcia didn't have to use the clown costume on John, he can still put it to use-
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idk i like the lineart :3
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cherryatombomb · 8 months
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ghost that has never had the opportunity to learn normal things putting himself out of his comfort zone and learning things for soap.
soap mentioning he's craving some homemade cupcakes, and ghost scouring the internet for recipes and spending hours perfecting them before he finally hands them over to soap, pretending like it's not a big deal because he can't handle praise
soap mentioning an old friend giving him a nice woodcarving, and how much he treasures handmade gifts, and ghost spending months figuring out how to make something nice, and handing him a carved bear for christmas
soap getting sick, and ghost quietly researching how to help people that are ill, because he normally tends to ignore his own sicknesses. ghost gathering all the ingredients and working all night to make soap a fresh batch of bread that he makes up some soup with, leaving it outside soap's door on a tray with some pain meds
just. ghost learning things for soap, because he doesn't know how normal relationships function, but he's trying, so damn hard
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141 Restaurant AU
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Price owns it and is the head chef. He's ex-military and with how he runs his kitchen there's no mistaking it. This is his 'relaxing' retirement job.
He doesn't yell but does expect order and speed. If you're working in his kitchen it means he thinks you're good at it, he doesn't put up with self-doubt.
Kate Laswell is the day-to-day manager who handles any annoying customers and the business side of things. You can earn bonus points by bringing her a drink to her office.
Simon Riley is the sous chef. He's been wearing a black face mask since before the pandemic.
Got the nickname Ghost because no one ever sees him arrive or leave. He's also ex-military, or that's what everyone thinks. If you ask, he changes his answer every time (think of that scene from Ratatouille).
Is normally very quiet and keeps to himself but also physically threw a customer out when they screamed in a server's face over not being able to order a medium-rare salmon filet.
Kyle Garrick is the host. If he likes you, he'll make sure you always get a booth. If you annoy him, you're getting sat by the kitchen, the front door, or the bathrooms.
He's very sweet to new servers and is willing to cover for you in forget to put something in.
John MacTavish is the bartender. Constant flirt and gets the best tips in the place. Will make your after-shift drink a double if you ask nicely.
Got the nickname Soap after he put dish soap in a mop bucket for the floors. No one will ever let him live it down.
You can always ask him for advice on wine pairings.
Farah and Alex used to work in the kitchen but left to start a halal food truck together. Has the best lamb kebabs in the city. When they ever stop by they eat on the house.
Rudy and Alejandro run the bakery that provides the restaurant with all its bread and desserts.
Rudy will leave a pastry in the cooler for you if it's your birthday. If Alejandro likes you he'll give you a whole cake on your birthday.
Graves runs an 'authentic' Mexican restaurant down the street. It's actually Texmex (and honestly it's pretty good) which causes arguments every time Alejandro and he talk.
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