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rosainta · 5 months

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Day 2 of Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs

Started December 7, 2023 at 10:00PM, Home

Finished December 8, 2023 at 10:42PM, Home

Log #2

Author's Notes:

I started this yesterday from a sudden shower inspiration thought. Who would’ve known that the most bizarre of ideas could be generated while cleansing yourself?

Anyway, this idea is just pure dialogue between Sniper and Scout from Team Fortress 2. No romance implied, but you could interpret it that way. I'll be completely honest with you- I'm very adamant when it comes to accurately representing their relationship, whether it be in a canon-compliant friendship / coworker way or in a romantic setting (specifically the latter, since I have to admit that I am an intense Speeding Bullet fan, though of course I love any other old depiction of the two, as well as other ships as long as they are respectfully expressed). Though this adamant demeanor towards accuracy helps me find out what I like to see in works including these two goofballs, I'm not entirely sure if I can transform those standards into my own writing... since I've never tried it yet! So, take this as another practice round, this time more centred on character depiction and dialogue (that, hopefully, doesn't sound like a cringey 15-year-old's WattPad fanfiction...)

Warning: a few colourful words here and there.

If you want a part 2 for this, let me know down below! I'll be happy to write anything, though. And also, if you have any feedback, please let me know! I strongly appreciate it :-)

Title: Intention. Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Third-person objective New Mexico, Badlands, Badwater Basin, (fixed the order; that was bugging me last time), RED Sniper's Campervan Around 3:15AM, sometime during the Gravel War

“Snipes... Snipes, you awake?”

A long pause. Then, the sound of dog chains jingling. A bed creaks violently.

“Sniper, get up, you gotta help me here!”

A low grunt, a shift in the covers.

“Ngh… can’t this wait? It's..."

A shift in the sheets, someone leaning to squint towards a clock.

"Crikey, half past three?! What in God's name do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to wake your sleepy ass up, stupid!"

A loud groan. Possibly the sound someone rubbing their temples together.

"Did you know that the average human being needs shut-eye to survive? Ain't that wild? Or perhaps you didn't come along to learnin' that at kindie yet?"

"Oh, just... just shut up and help me out, will ya? Look, I'm sorry it's so late, but this is really, really urgent, okay? And this concerns more than just the both of us, but you were the closest person I could find, so I need you here. I promise, I'll be outta your hair after all this."

A sigh.

"... if this is an emergency with the sheila again, go ask Spy. I'm sure he'll be 'appy to see your squirmy little arse again."

"Hah! Yeah, as if. He's probably out screwin' the Eiffel tower or somethin'; wouldn't wanna see, much less hear that, though I can only imagine the snorting sound he'll make when he- argh, anyway, that's besides the point! Point is, it's not about Miss P, it's about..."

A pause.

"...it's about what? Who?"

"Well, it's about Engie..."

Another pause.

"...and? Come on, Scout, get to the point, or I'm going back to sleep."

"Okay, okay! Well, I don't exactly know how to put this, but I think- or at least I have a feelin'- that he might, maybe, possibly, be workin' ... for BLU."

The bed creaks again.

"What, you think we got an enemy Spy in the base?"

"No, it's not that. He passed the security check earlier, because I was on rounds for that today. I think that our Engie, like the real one, well, I think he's double-crossin' us or somethin'."

"And why do ya' think?"

"Well, this afternoon, near the intel room, I was sorting my comics out when I saw him doin' this thing, where he would be all suspicious lookin' and shifty-eyed, then he'd pull out one of those 'computah' things, or whatever they're called, and start typin' really fast, like he was in a rush or something. Then, whenever someone passed him, he'd shut the screen down really quickly like this-"

A clap.

"- and would look at the person with a goofy little grin, as if he wasn't just sendin' some, I don't know, ransom photos of someone's wife a few seconds ago. He even had the audacity to wave to Pyro when it walked by, and I think even it found it a bit weird 'cuz it made this strange garbly noise I've never heard it make before. But anyway, he'd open it again and do the same thing over and over again until it was lights out. It was so suspicious. I didn't say anything then, 'cuz, you know, I didn't want him to know I was staring at him like a creep or somethin-"

"Which you are."

"Whatever, now, get this-"

A dramatic pause. Two hands are slapped on someone's shoulders.

"I go back to my room, and you know how his is right next to mine?Well, I wait outside the door, and I'm about to say 'good night' or something like that and maybe sneak in a question about his secret porn addiction, but... he doesn't go to his room. No, he turns the corner, goes out... and starts headin' in the direction of BLU's base."

Silence for a moment.

"You sure he wasn't just, you know, heading out for a hookup or somethin'? I hear a lot of people south-east go troppo for one-night-stands."

A slight shaking movement from the hands to someone's shoulders, dog chains jingling.

"Argh, Snipes, freakin' please?! I'm bein' serious here. He doesn't usually do that, I'd know because every night he plays those cheesy old cowboy country songs on his radio and goes to sleep, which keeps me up all night because I can hear it through the freakin' wall. And don't you think it's a bit strange how he was reacting when he was on the 'puter? No one would do that, even if it's for a hot night out."

A hand grips one of the latter's on someone's shoulder, as if to push it off.

"Well, maybe for bogans like you, who don't have the slightest bit of public decency when it comes to flirtin' with any skirt you see. And what right do you have stickin' your nose in his business? He could have as well been headin' back to Teufort to buy some quick supplies for his sentries, or hell, maybe even just going to see The Admin."

"Well, actually..."

The hands slide off the shoulders.

"I may have trailed him a bit. You know, just outta curiosity."

"You- you followed him? In the middle of the night?"

"Look, man, I had to do what I had to do to make sure that I wasn't going to have my head end up in someone's refrigerator the next day."

"But you do realize that you were being just as suspicious, more so really, as he was by trailing him?"

"Well, yeah, but- okay, look, that don't matter now, alright? What matters now, is that I found out where he was going. And it was the BLU base, I saw him sneaking in without gettin' shot by a sentry or a look-out, but I couldn't stay for long since they woulda caught me instead. But luckily, his little visit wasn't without a little proof. Check what I found-"

Knuckles slide against firm wood as someone picks up a small metallic object from a nearby dresser, holding it in front of them.

"This."

Someone snatches the object, clicks on a lamp, and observes it intently. A sleepy yawn.

"What is it?"

"I think it's called a U.S. Bee, or something? I don't remember what he called it, but he told me it's like a little key you put inside the compooter and it stores, like, info and crap. I don't know, something nerdy that only he and Medic would understand."

"Hm.... An' how do you know it's his?"

An impatient whine.

"I don't know why you're being so skeptic and shit about this, Snipes, I literally told you the story and brought a goddamn piece of useful evidence! Do you still not trust me? What more do you want from me here? A picture of his ass in blue?! Wait a sec- hold on- are you freakin' workin' with him?!"

A quiet sigh, someone shaking their head.

"Alright, mate, I'm sorry, okay? Veg out, now. No, I'm not workin' with 'im, and I do trust you, I really do. It's just that... I find it hard to believe that Engineer of all people, a man with whom we've been working with for 4 years now, would all of a sudden head up and go against his entire team like that, especially in such a dangerous manner when he knows that someone else could be, you know, spyin' on him."

"I wasn't spyin' on him, I was just-"

"You said yourself it don't matter, so it don't. What I'm saying here is that we don't know his intentions here. For all we know, he could be using his little device of his to gather intel on the other team, or he could be, I don't know, doing a secret contract or something. I just feel that it's unfair that we rush to conclusions like that, especially for one of our coworkers who may really be doing us a service, mate."

Quiet for a bit.

"You alright there?"

"No, I- I get it... I just, I just really feel like I found out something critical, you know? Like, it's not everyday you see one of the team be so secretive like that, well, except I guess Spy."

"Well, we all have our own secrets, don't we?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Quiet. A few gentle pats on the back.

"But... wouldn't it be a good idea to try and find out what that thing, like, has? I mean, you know, just to prove that Engie really didn't have any bad intentions?"

"Yes, but that would be quite a breach, no? He'll most likely be looking for it in the mornin' and if he finds out you were givin' his equipment an unauthorised burl, well, say g'day to your dispenser privileges for the month."

"Well, what if I did it now, while he's still away?"

A pause.

"That's risky."

"I'll be fine."

"Alright, you do you. But how would you know where to start? And if you did get it to work, understanding what you're seeing is another question entirely."

"Hmm..."

Someone rubs their finger over their chin, pondering.

"Oh, I know! Medic, he'll know. Those two dweebs spend so much time doin' those experiments together, I don't doubt he'll know what the heck to do with this. Plus, man probably never sleeps, so it's basically 24/7 with him."

"Okay. Well, chookas with that, mate. I'm heading back to nap. G'night now."

The sheets shift for a moment, before an arm reaches out to stop them.

"Ah, um- thanks, pally. For listenin' and all. I know you don't really believe me or anythin' but, uh, I'm glad you didn't doze off halfway through."

"No worries."

"Yeah."

A pause.

"So, ehm, I'm gonna do that now."

"Oh, yeah, right, I'll head out now. Night, Snipes."

"G'night."

The light clicks out, and a figure scurries away into the night. Then, a sudden shift.

"Wait a minute, how did you get inside?"

Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve Image source: Team Fortress 2 Written by Rosain Quivan Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )

#tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #scout #sniper #sniperscout #sniper and scout are friends here but you can interpret it as whatever you wish #tf2 #team fortress 2 #writing #writing practice #rosain quivan's daily logs #tf2 engineer #tf2 engineer mentioned #red scout #red sniper #red engineer #tf2 pyro

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ao3feed-tf2ships · 1 year

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Learnin' the Blus (But it's M/M)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45474943

by blubushie

Follow Jake (BLU Scout) and Mundy (RED Sniper) as these two emotionally constipated idiots try to navigate their feelings toward each other.

Note: Chapter 7 is my magnum bloody opus.

This was adapted from its original iteration, Learnin' the Blus, which is a F/M fic. If certain things don't fit or names get a little repetitive, that's why. That fic is my main focus, this is just an edited version of that.

Words: 10588, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: BLU Scout (Team Fortress 2), RED Sniper (Team Fortress 2), BLU Team (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Scout/Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Torture, Past Torture, Mutual Pining, multi-chapter, Drunkenness, Making Bad Decisions While Drunk, Making Bad Decisions While Sober, The Author Regrets Nothing, But Sniper regrets everything, period-accurate, Absent Parents, potentially unhealthy relationships, but it's the kind where you're like "these two are couple goals", but it's only okay because they're fictional, RESPAWN is down because no Australium, Takes place post-comics, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Spelling and slang switches between American and British/Aussie depending on who's the focus, Suicidal Thoughts, Sniper used to be good with ladies, Keyword USED to be, Recreational Drug Use, Irresponsible handling of wildlife, Misuse of Australian wildlife, Animal Death, Spoilers for "All Quiet on the Western Front", Australian Slang, Roadtrip, Contains hidden recipe for plum pie, Kevin is a Cunt, I Wrote This Instead of Going to Therapy, Teaching readers to do dangerous things one chapter at a time, Mostly written from Sniper's perspective

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45474943

#TF2 Scout #TF2 Sniper #ScoutSniper #TF2 Speeding Bullet

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tuff-and-fluff-archives · 3 years

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Heehee I'm learning the songs from the beginning and end of Luca

#I LOVE LEARNIN STUFF IN OTHER LANGUAGES ITS SO FUN #and those two songs are so pretty 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 AND THEY BOTH REMIND ME OF MASSIMO MMMMMRGH 🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖#ruby rambles #💜: el cielo y il mare son blu

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mordenheim · 4 years

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Fictober 2020 02: “That’s the easy part”

(The forgotten part of Ponyville Cemetery and the Borrders of Nightmare are borrowed from the brilliant works of @ask-de-writer )

Blue Cap let out a low moan as he tried to lift a hoof to rub at his forehead. The limb twitched slightly but wouldn't respond. He felt like if he opened his eyes his head would split in half from the incredible pain in his skull. The stallion drew a slight breath of damp, musty air as he willed his weakened body to move.

The blue earth pony was lying on something hard and flat. From the twitch of his hoof it felt slightly rough, like unsanded wood. He let out another low moan as he forced his dry eyes open. Not that it did him any good as wherever he had been left it was pitch black.

Closing his eyes again, he could swear he felt his eyelids scrape across their pale green surface, they were so dry. Taking another shallow breath, the stallion let it out with a soft moan. His ears twitched as he heard a sound from above him. THUNK, scrape, THUNK, scrape... It came at a steady, almost mechanical pace. It was a familiar, but muffled noise. He used every ounce of willpower he had, just to focus, rotating his ears towards the sound of the noise as he tried to figure out what it was. The amount of effort to do this small thing was incredible. He was so weak it almost felt like his own shaggy brown mane was trying to hold his ears back. As time passed it slowly grew louder.

THUNK, scrape, THUNK, scrape...

He took another breath as a puff of fresh air and a sifting of damp earth hit the end of his nose. Dry eyes creaked open once again, pale and filmy though they were, to see light coming through a few cracks in whatever was above him. Casting his eyes about, he saw that he was in some kind of box.

Now the scraping noise was almost deafening. Metal rang on wood as more dirt rained in through the cracks. The stallion could hear muffled voices above him and tried to call out. A low, soft moan was all that escaped his parched throat. There was another loud thud and an earsplitting crack before the lis was torn away, leaving him staring up at the moonlit sky. “Now, pull 'im out of dere,” a familiar voice commanded.

Blu Cap found himself enveloped in the yellow glow of a unicorn's magic, lifted gently out of the box that he could now see had been buried deep below ground. The stallion was slowly rotated in the air before being roughly dropped on the ground before a pair of black polished hoof slippers.

“Rise, Blue Cap, and speak now while ya can.”

Unable to stop himself, he rose to his hooves without any real effort. The poor pony felt exhausted but tireless at the same time. Casting his eyes forward he could see the old mare Dark Willow, white of fur and gray of mane, dressed in her usual red gown and shining slippers. A tall, emaciated looking yellow unicorn mare stood at her flank, her eyes gazing blindly off into the distance.

“What happened? Where am I?” he croaked, his throat felt like it was on fire.

“As far as where ya are, we are in a forgotten part of the Ponyville Cemetery, as you folk know it. We are actually on the very border of Nightmare, where Mortal ponies hold no sway.”

The old crone gave him a malicious grin, “As far as what? You, my boy, are learnin' a lesson about showing proper respect ta, how did ya put it? “That old fool of a voodoo mare?””

Blue Cap's eyes rolled in his head as he tried to run, but his body wouldn't respond. He couldn't scream or call out for help, all he could do was speak! “I... I've learned my lesson. I'm so sorry, Dark Willow.”

“Aw, now ain't that sweet?” She bared a set of perfect, even teeth, though the breath that his his face stank of rot. She gave an almost gentle smile as she reached out a slipper shod hoof to pat his soft-furred cheek. “Aww, dear boy. That's the easy part.” Pulling back, she gave him a slap that he swore loosened the teeth in his skull. “A little hard labor will drive the point home.” She pointed at the place where vandals had been through the night before, tombstones were knocked over all over the cemetery.

“Now shut up and get to work setting this place right.”

The stallion's jaw snapped shut so hard he nearly bit off the tip of his tongue as his body started shuffling towards the nearest tombstone of its own accord. He could feel his muscles stain and tear as he lifted the heavy stone, but he knew he would not be able to stop until the job was done. He gave a silent prayer to the Princesses that Dark Willow would release him when the work was done.

#MLP #text #story #pony #fictober20 #fanfiction #zombie #vodoo #priestess #buried #alive #mordenheim #horror #voodoo #ask-de-writer

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blu-screen · 5 years

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Name: s҉͏a͞n̵̴̛s blu. nebula, if i like ya.

Are you Single: ⋆ nope

Are you happy?: ⋆ sure

Are you angry?: ⋆ nah. too much effort.. heh

Are your parents still married? ⋆ don’t know, don’t care

NINE FACTS

Birth Place? ⋆ underground. someplace..

Hair Color? ⋆ transparent. heh.. ‘s uh. sort’a red-ginger when ‘m a human. off-white when i’m- .... actually let’s. not get into that. just yet

Eye Color? ⋆ white. cyan, yellow or red, sometimes

Birthday? 22/7

Mood? ⋆ sleeby binch

Gender? ⋆ dude

Summer or winter? ⋆ winter

Morning or afternoon? ⋆ afternoon

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ?

Are you in love? ⋆ prob’ly too damn much of it. yeah.. heh heh

Do you believe in love at first sight? ⋆ dunno. if it’s real? ‘s never worked for me

Who ended your last relationship? ⋆ yeah folks just kind’a. drift off. sometimes.. what are ya gonna do?

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? ⋆ nah

Are you afraid of commitments? ⋆ ...lil bit. more afraid’a folks dyin’ on me. or me dyin’ on them

Have you hugged someone within the last week? ⋆ yep

Have you ever had a secret admirer? ⋆ sincerely doubt it bud

Have you ever broken your own heart? ⋆ ..kind’a

SIX CHOICES

Love or lust? ⋆ both’re important. in their own ways

Lemonade or iced tea? ⋆ pink lemonade

Cats or Dogs? ⋆ rats

A few best friends or many regular friends? ⋆ can’t have both..?

A wild night out or romantic night in? ⋆ wild night in

Day or night? ⋆ night

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out? ⋆ by green, a time or two. mostly when i was tryin’ to get my hands on some smokes

Fallen down/up the stairs? ⋆ pretty sure that’d dust me, bud

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ⋆ ....all the damn time...

Wanted to disappear? ⋆ yeah

FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes? ⋆ eyes

Shorter or Taller? ⋆ taller. though i’m learnin’ shorter sure has it’s charms. heh heh..

Intelligence or Attraction? ⋆ intelligence. at the risk’a soundin’ snobby? just. don’t do well with folks that. can’t keep up.. h eh

Hook-up or Relationship? ⋆ relationship

FAMILY

Do you and your family get along? ⋆ mostly

Would you say you have a “messed up life”? ⋆ no more’n most folks

Have you ever ran away from home? ⋆ define ‘run away’

Have you ever gotten kicked out? ⋆ ...kind of. once, more like i overstayed my welcome though. got the hint in the end. h eh..

FRIENDS

Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ⋆ that’s. not how that works, bud

Do you consider all of your friends to be good friends? ⋆ more or less

Who is your best friend? ⋆ yeah see. i don’t like that phrasin’ on that. ‘m friends with different folks for different reasons, it’s. not some kind’a tiered system deal, there ain’t a ‘best’. friends are friends. pretty sure they know who they are, too

Who knows everything about you? ⋆ heh.. not sure. at a guess ‘d say salty and will’re. highest on that list. prob’ly cornchip too. and dust, but he’s got a real unfair advantage!

Tagged by: @thereluctantmun thanks friend!

Tagging: ⋆ ehhh... brain’s not up to this so uh. ya want it? go for it. tag me if ya do so i can read it though, alright?

#⋆ dash memes

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goalhofer · 6 years

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Top 10 Songs Of Each Year 1955-1969.

1955

10. “The Ballad Of Davy Crockett” by Bill Hayes.

9. “A Blossom Fell” by Nat Cole.

8. “Unchained Melody” by Al Hibbler.

7. “Autumn Leaves” by Roger Williams.

6. “Unchained Melody” by Les Baxter.

5. “Learnin’ The Blues” by Frank Sinatra.

4. “Love Is A Many Splendored Things” by The Four Aces.

3. “The Yellow Rose Of Texas” by Mitch Miller & His Orchestra.

2. “(We’re Gonna) Rock Around The Clock” by Bill Haley & His Comets.

1. “Cherry Pink And Apple Blossom White” by Perez Prado & His Orchestra.

1956

10. “Sixteen Tons” by “Tennessee” Ernie Ford.

9. “My Prayer” by The Platters.

8. “The Wayward Wind” by Gogi Grant.

7. “Heartbreak Hotel” by Elvis Presley.

6. “Just Walking In The Rain” by Johnnie Ray.

5. “Memories Are Made Of This” by Dean Martin.

4. “Rock And Roll Waltz” by Kay Starr.

3. “Hound Dog” by Elvis Presley.

2. “Don’t Be Cruel” by Elvis Presley.

1. “Whatever Will Be, Will Be” by Doris Day.

1957

10. “Bye Bye Love” by The Everly Brothers.

9. “Banana Boat (Day-O)” by Harry Belafonte.

8. “Little Darlin’“ by The Diamonds.

7. “Young Love” by Tab Hunter.

6. “(Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear” by Elvis Presley.

5. “Singing The Blues” by Guy Mitchell.

4. “Tammy” by Debbie Reynolds.

3. “Diana” by Paul Anka.

2. “All Shook Up” by Elvis Presley.

1. “Love Letters In The Sand” by Pat Boone.

1958

10. “Tequila” by The Champs.

9. “Nel It’s Only Make Believe” by Conway Twitty.

8. “Bird Dog” by The Everly Brothers.

7. “At The Hop” by Danny & The Juniors.

6. “Jailhouse Rock” by Elvis Presley.

5. “Nel Blu Dipinto Di Blu (Volare)” by Domenico Modugno.

4. “When” by The Kalin Twins.

3. “Patricia” by Perez Prado & His Orchestra.

2. “It’s All In The Game” by Tommy Edwards.

1. “All I Have To Do Is Dream” by The Every Brothers.

1959

10. “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” by Paul Anka.

9. “(Now And Then There’s) A Fool Such As I” by Elvis Presley.

8. “Dream Lover” by Bobby Darin.

7. “The Three Bells” by The Browns.

6. “The Battle Of New Orleans” by Johnny Horton.

5. “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes” by The Platters.

4. “Petite Fleur” by Chris Barber’s Jazz Band.

3. “Tom Dooley” by The Kingston Trio.

2. “Lonely Boy” by Paul Anka.

1. “Mack The Knife” by Bobby Darin.

1960

10. “Save The Last Dance For Me” by The Drifters.

9. “He’ll Have To Go” by Jim Reeves.

8. “I’m Sorry” by Brenda Lee.

7. “Running Bear” by Johnny Preston.

6. “Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polkadot Bikini” by Brian Hyland.

5. “Theme From A Summer Place” by Percy Faith & His Orchestra.

4. “Cathy’s Clown” by The Everly Brothers.

3. “Stuck On You” by Elvis Presley.

2. “Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool” by Connie Francis.

1. “It’s Now Or Never” by Elvis Presley.

1961

10. “Hit The Road, Jack” by Ray Charles.

9. “Little Sister” by Elvis Presley.

8. “Big Bad John” by Jimmy Dean.

7. “Travelin’ Man” by Ricky Nelson.

6. “Blue Moon” by The Marcels.

5. “Michael” by The Highwaymen.

4. “Runaway” by Del Shannon.

3. “Hello, Mary Lou” by Ricky Nelson.

2. “Surrender” by Elvis Presley.

1. “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” by Elvis Presley.

1962

10. “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley.

9. “I Remember You” by Frank Ifield.

8. “Let’s Twist Again” by Chubby Checker.

7. “Stranger On The Shore” by Acker Bilk.

6. “Telstar” by The Tornadoes.

5. “The Twist” by Chubby Checker.

4. “The Loco-Motion” by Little Eva.

3. “Good Luck Charm” by Elvis Presley.

2. “I Can’t Stop Loving You” by Ray Charles.

1. “Speedy Gonzales” by Pat Boone.

1963

10. “From A Jack To A King” by Ned Miller.

9. “Bossa Nova Baby” by Elvis Presley.

8. “Hey, Paula” by Paul & Paula.

7. “Return To Sender” by Elvis Presley.

6. “Sugar Shack” by The Fireballs.

5. “Rhythm Of The Rain” by The Cascades.

4. “Telstar” by The Tornadoes.

3. “Sukiyaki (Ue O Muite Aruko)” by Kyu Sakamoto.

2. “If I Had A Hammer” by Trini Lopez.

1. “(You’re The) Devil In Disguise” by Elvis Presley.

1964

10. “Hello, Dolly” by Louis Armstrong.

9. “Dominique” by Soeur Sorire.

8. “House Of The Rising Sun” by The Animals.

7. “Baby Love” by The Supremes.

6. “Do Wah Diddy Diddy” by Manfred Mann.

5. “A Hard Day’s Night” by The Beatles.

4. “Can’t Buy Me Love” by The Beatles.

3. “She Loves You” by The Beatles.

2. “Oh, Pretty Woman” by Roy Orbison.

1. “I Want To Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles.

1965

10. “I Feel Fine” by The Beatles.

9. “Wooly Bully” by Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs.

8. “Yesterday” by The Beatles.

7. “I Got You, Babe” by Sonny & Cher.

6. “Get Off Of My Cloud” by The Rolling Stones.

5. “The Last Time” by The Rolling Stones.

4. “Downtown” by Petula Clark.

3. “Ticket To Ride” by The Beatles.

2. “Help!” by The Beatles.

1. “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” by The Rolling Stones.

1966

10. “Eleanor Rigby” by The Beatles.

9. “Day Tripper” by The Beatles.

8. “Monday, Monday” by The Mamas & The Papas.

7. “19th Nervous Breakdown” by The Rolling Stones.

6. “Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones.

5. “Paperback Writer” by The Beatles.

4. “We Can Work It Out” by The Beatles.

3. “Yellow Submarine” by The Beatles.

2. “These Boots Were Made For Walkin’“ by Nancy Sinatra.

1. “Strangers In The Night” by Frank Sinatra.

1967

10. “Let’s Spend The Night Together” by The Rolling Stones.

9. “Ruby Tuesday” by The Rolling Stones.

8. “Massachusetts” by Bee Gees.

7. “Penny Lane” by The Beatles.

6. “Something Stupid” by Frank Sinatra and Nancy Sinatra.

5. “I’m A Believer” by The Monkees.

4. “The Letter” by The Box Tops.

3. “All You Need Is Love” by The Beatles.

2. “A Whiter Shade Of Pale” by Procol Harum.

1. “San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers)” by Scott McKenzie.

1968

10. “Judy In Disguise (With Glasses)” by John Fred & His Playboy Band.

9. “Fire” by The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown.

8. “I’ve Gotta Get A Message To You” by Bee Gees.

7. “Lady Madonna” by The Beatles.

6. “(Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay” by Otis Redding.

5. “Hello Goodbye” by The Beatles.

4. “Jumpin’ Jack Flash” by The Rolling Stones.

3. “Delilah” by Sir Tom Jones.

2. “Those Were The Days” by Mary Hopkin.

1. “Hey Jude” by The Beatles.

1969

10. “Crimson And Clover” by Tommy James And The Shondells.

9. “Oh, Happy Day” by The Edwin Hawkins Singers.

8. “Come Together” by The Beatles.

7. “Something” by The Beatles.

6. “Aquarius/Let The Sun Shine In” by The 5th Dimension.

5. “The Ballad Of John And Yoko” by The Beatles.

4. “Sugar Sugar” by The Archies.

3. “Honky Tonk Woman” by The Rolling Stones.

2. “In The Year 2525 (Exordium & Terminus)” by Zager And Evans.

1. “Get Back” by The Beatles ft. Billy Preston.

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I'm going to be completely honest, you are extremely cool. I do have an actual question though: When did you start using tumblr and why? What made you decide to share your story via this account?

Sorry this is a mite late, I typed all this up and then my browser crashed and I had a 5-second breathing exercise so I didn't lose my mind over my lost 5 paragraphs.

I actually had a Tumblr account from 14-17. I first joined because I had the understanding that Tumblr was largely a safe haven for the Other Crowd—people like me that were social outcasts or didn’t fit in anywhere else. I deleted that account when I was 17 because Back In My Day they were too many creeps on Tumblr that were obsessed with the sexualisation and anatomy of an intersex 16 year old boy. I had too many questions about what was under my clothes, I had too many chasers flirting with me and talking about my anatomy in ways no child should ever be spoken to or of about, and I’ve been down that road before and it got to be too much so I shot through (luckily that hasn’t happened since I’ve been here now except for the occasional hate asks).

I came back after meeting Lozza (who I’m aware is active here—please fucking DM me if you’re reading!) who got me into TF2, and I came for the TF2 crowd and to talk about my fic. Funnily enough, this all started because of Learnin’ the BLUs, and how I wanted to reach people with my writing and my take on Sniper from someone who’s been in his shoes long enough to get it.

I stayed because TF2Tumblr largely doesn’t seem to understand much about Sniper. I haven’t seen an instance of anyone really getting him down as a character—hell, I don’t think even I fully get it. I impart a lot of my own experiences onto him, but I’m lucky (or unlucky) enough that I have the ability to do so. I’m a bushman, a functionally extinct species. I’m a sniper. I’m a bounty hunter. I understand Australia and what it would’ve been like for him to grow up there as an Other, I understand the culture—a major problem with people writing Sniper in Australia is that they base him off city roo things when this bloke is from the outback. Australians aren’t a monolith. We’re not the same across towns in the outback, let alone across states and territories. And city life and outback life are two VASTLY different experiences. The outback covers about three-quarters of the Australian continent but only holds 5% of its people.

You’re alone out there.

A lot of people don’t understand, or even know, a bloody thing about sniping. There’s a helluva lotta maths involved. It’s rocket science with a rifle. They don’t understand camping, or what makes a bushman a bushman, or what drives people to be bushman, or that there’s some kinda magic in Australia itself that sings in your blood and pulls at you like a noose when you leave. They don’t think about how he wouldn’t recognise a single star when he looks at the sky in New Mexico, how the moon would be upside-down, how there’s suddenly people everywhere when most of his life he’d be lucky to see a total of five people over the span of a month. That shit affects who you are as a person. They also don’t understand that shy, gentle Sniper wouldn’t be a thing—shyness and gentleness is not something people are looking for in someone who deals with other people through violence. Clients want confidence, determination, they want someone cold but friendly enough that they themselves aren’t afraid to approach them.

He's a professional, and a businessman. I am too.

The fandom has a tendency to tip the scale in one of two directions far too often. It lacks nuance and balance. Me being here, a bushman and sniper and bounty hunter, hopefully provides some much-needed perspective to a fandom that I sometimes feel is lacking it.

Over the year I’ve been here, I’ve sparked friendships and connections and I’m so glad I made the decision to come back. People are reading my fic and liking it, I’ve got mates, and all’s good. My being comfortable in the hole I’ve carved out for myself in the escarpments of our little hellsite has made me feel I can be more open about who I am and what I do. That’s how you ended up with me telling my stories about the things I’ve seen out in the bush, the things I’ve experienced, the people I’ve met over my adventures and the person I’ve grown up to be.

I also came because (if you haven't noticed already) I have a Whole Lotta Thoughts about a Whole Lotta Things. And I stayed because, for what's felt like the first time in my life, people want to listen.

I’m glad I’ve come back, and I plan to stay for much longer this time. :]

Also thank you for calling me cool! It always surprises me when people say that cuz I just see myself as some bloke tbh 😅

#blu whos #tw csa #sniperposting #learnin the blus

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ABOUT ME

READ THIS BEFORE YOU SEND ASKS/INTERACT. ASK BLU ANYTHING DAY (ABAD) is on the first full weekend of every month!

MINORS: Block the "#blu lewd" tag OR I WILL BLOCK YOU and do not DM me unless it's to ask to join Blucord. This goes ESPECIALLY if you're 16 or under. Adults on the internet are not your friends, and I am not comfortable speaking with you privately without a third party present.

G'day fellas! You can call me Blu, and I can be invoked like some Lovecraftian horror by mentioning Sniper in the TF2 tags. King of Sniper Lore (and Australia), Messiah of Bludaism, also known as the "Sheepshagging Roorooting Horsehumping Mountainfucking Melonpiping 13x-Divorced Breastmaster Hitman Inenrt Dingoboy Piss Cheese Jorts Bludysseus Blu'nt Bushgod Sniper Blog" despite not being a Sniper blog (and not actually shagging a sheep or rooting a roo or being married to start with or caring all that much for cannabis, I'm a psychedelics bloke). I'm just Like This.

Been told I'm the "Sniper kin of all Sniper kins." Not sure what a kin is these days but from what I've heard I'm content with not knowing.

This is my only blog. I have three sideblogs. One is @blu-doods, where I post my shitty stick figure art for laughs, and the other two are @art-reblugs, where I reblog art on (I reblog art here too, but the pickings are far more slim) and @post-reblugs (same as art but for text posts).

Again, not a Sniper roleplay blog. That said feel free to call me Sniper as a joke because I do very much enjoy it. Just keep in mind that I am my own person and not a fictional character. There's a real person behind the screen.

Sometimes I go on tangents and start infodumping. You can find the masterlist here. Also please read my DNI list and check out my pronouns page (I spent so much time on it).

My ask box is always open to whatever you want to say. Questions, comments, infodumping, or whatever else comes to mind. I particularly enjoy things relating to TF2, astronomy, nature, classic cars, and weapons. :]

If you find a weird animal or plant and want to know what it is, send me a picture with the location and there's a fair chance I can ID it! ("Location" doesn't need to be city, just state or general region!)

If you're looking to do art or something of me, please see this post for a guide to what I look like and this post for my rules on what is and isn't acceptable!

We now have a Discord server! If you want to join just DM me :]

My avatar was done by the incredibly talented @grumpygrumblet!

SOME INFO ABOUT ME

I have autism, selective mutism, and some other issues that aren't really important. Point is that sometimes it can be hard for me to talk or properly put my thoughts into words. This makes me come across as cold sometimes. I'm not good at communicating with words and I'm better at expressing it in person where I can rely more on touch. I apologise if I seem rude because I'm not trying to be. Let me know and I'll try to articulate what I mean to say in a gentler way.

I'm 23.

Bushstraight. AMAB transmasc. Weird bloke.

I grew up in Alice Springs and spend most of my time in the NT. On the first Friday of the month there's a good chance you can find me at the Daly Waters Pub. CU in the NT! (Not now though because I'm stuck in America for the foreseeable future. Oops. Try me again in 2025!)

I hunt professionally for pest control. Usually it's invasive animals like pigs, cats, or feral dogs. I'm also licenced to occasionally deal with nuisance native wildlife like crocodiles, but aside from assisting in relocation efforts I've yet to be called out for a crocodile. I'm alright with this—I really don't want to shoot a crocodile.

I also hunt to feed myself and my dog. Her name is Misty and she's an Australian Shepherd/Golden Retriever mix. You can see her here or by checking out my "mistyposting" tag.

I used to participate in kangaroo culls and by law I have to shoot them in the head so if you ever want to know what it's like to pop skulls, reckon you can ask me. Also on the kangaroo thing: if you're Australian and from 2020-2021 ate kangaroo or bought kangaroo dog food or leather, there's a chance I'm the one what got it to you.

I'm a bushie. This means I'm a survivalist who lives out in the bush. I technically live in a van (ute + camper in the tray) but if there's good weather I'm usually sleeping outside unless it's an area with a lot of dingos (they don't usually bother people but I'm not going to take risks with my dog). I have no permanent residence and I move from place to place for work. Occasionally I have to go into cities for work (I'm looking at you, M*lbourne) but these are thankfully rare occasions and only when I'm strapped for cash.

Sometimes while clearing a squatter's land I'll find Psilocybe mushrooms and take them back home and get high when I'm done working. It makes for an interesting experience and my favourite thing to do is lay on the top of my van and watch the stars for a while.

I have a mullet and I am awful proud of it. It's easy upkeep since I can cut it using the mirror of my van.

I've drank my own piss on more than one occasion. The first time was because I was dying of dehydration out in the bush and it kept me alive for 2 days until I found water. The second time was for science. Certified Piss Kink Guy. (Editor's note: I do not in fact have a piss kink.)

I have infinitely large balls.

I am a bogan. I am proud of that too. Viva la boganism.

I am Ameristralian. I was born in the US and came to Australia when I was 2 years old—both of my parents are American but my parents lived in Australia for work. I grew up in Australia but when my parents split Dad went back home to California to buy back my grandfather's station and I spent most of my high school years in California (years 10-12) and lost my accent. I now live in Australia with a very thick American accent so I get the "lost tourist" spiel a lot and I reckon I'm never going to stop having to prove I'm Australian. It's gotten me into pub fights before and will continue to do so. I had a stroke in 2023 and now have my Aussie accent back LMAO

I've been told I'm "Sniper IRL." (Cheers, bloke I met in a Sydney pub, for getting me into TF2 by telling me this.)

I fucking love crocodiles to a possibly dangerous degree. Technically I love everything nature and especially animals, but crocodiles are just something special to me. I blame Steve Irwin and the fact my favourite thing to do as a nipper was go up to Darwin with Mum during the dry season and go croc spotting.

I like TF2, nature (particularly plants and animals), astronomy, and history. My special interest is sniping. I also love science and medicine. PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT THESE THINGS BECAUSE I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THEM.

I swear a lot. I will not apologise for it. Fight me, cunt.

Please ask me about the shit I've seen out in the bush. I have so many stories. Actually, just ask me anything. Just talk to me in general, please. I need it.

I like knives (penchant for Bowie knives and machetes), firearms (penchant for antique bolt-actions), and old cars. I think pre-1970 Land Rovers are pretty spiffy. I can alternatively be invoked by incorrectly stating what model of Land Rover Sniper drives. It's a bloody 1965 Series IIA!

DO NOT ATTEMPT ANY OF THE SHIT YOU SEE ME DO ON THIS BLOG. I AM A PROFESSIONAL AT WHAT I DO—ATTEMPTING TO REPLICATE IT IS LIKELY TO RESULT IN SERIOUS HARM AND/OR DEATH. DO NOT GO INTO THE OUTBACK UNLESS YOU ARE WITH A GROUP AND HAVE AN EXPERIENCED GUIDE WITH YOU.

If you wanna learn the rest of the lore, you'd best delve the blog. ;]

I can also be found on AO3 also under Blubushie.

A GUIDE TO MY TAGS

IMPORTANT BLOCK TAGS

blu lewd: Horny asks and reblogs of suggestive art. I'm making a tag for this since I've been getting so many asks from thirsty anons (I love you, thirsty anons). MINORS: BLOCK THIS TAG OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.

haemocyanin: Usually reblogged gore art (blood is not included in gore, I'm talking viscera). Also includes discussion of gory topics. THIS TAG IS STRICTLY GORE. Please block this tag if that makes you uncomfortable.

blu slew: Discussion of hunting. May contains photos from hunting. This includes animal death/animal gore, so anyone who is uncomfortable with seeing this PLEASE BLOCK THIS TAG.

blu a fuse: Rants/sad hours/personal journals. Basically me screaming into the void. May include discussions of trauma so if that bothers you please block this tag.

blu jarate: Anything that mentions piss in referral to urine because it's brought up a lot on this blog (not in a kink way, just in general). Block this tag if piss makes you uncomfortable.

blu boos: A personal medical journal of sorts. Block this tag if talk of injuries disturbs you.

Postbin: Hate asks. Will probably include transphobia or homophobia or intersexism because people pick on the easiest things ay? Block if you don't want to see people clowning on me.

GENERAL TAGS

💙: Random thoughts or stuff from me. No worries, I don't ramble often. Also contains reblogs of things I just Vibe With that don't fit any of my other tags. Formerly #bluposting

blu news: Updates on my life. This may include failsafes.

blu zoo: Discussions of animals and plants. May contain pictures of things I see on my adventures!

blu whos: Answered asks. Please send me asks or talk to me in literally any way as I often spend weeks without even seeing another human out in the bush and let me tell you it is NOT good for one's state of mind. I may not like people but humans are social animals and it's a terrible Catch-22. Ask me about my work or life or my fic or about TF2 lore or Sniper or literally anything please.

abad: Discussions or asks from Ask Blu Anything Day, a monthly... Event? Where some of my ask rules are suspended. ABAD is your licence to go nuts in my ask box, and the rule of ABAD is that I have to answer everything honestly.

blu drew: My sketches. I don't do digital art so all of it is traditional and usually of varying quality. It's typically animals or plants I see out in the bush.

blu bushie: My adventures in the wilderness.

🍄🍄🍄: Contains discussions of drugs.

🍄: Triposting! These are trip reports from the times I get high on various different drugs, but usually mushrooms. Also contains any posts I reblog or make while under the influence of drugs. (Formerly #blu flew)

🍺🍺🍺: Contains discussions of alcohol.

🍺: Drunkposting! Contains any posts I make while under the influence of alcohol.

learnin the blus: Random thoughts/rambles regarding my fic.

blu hoohs: NOT MY ART. Just stuff I've REALLY liked and reblogged. My own art is never tagged with this.

blus clues: Me speculating on headcanons and lore, usually about TF2. I love lore speculation.

sniperposting: Shit specifically about Sniper since I seem to talk about him so much. Also things from my life that Sniper would also probably do.

blu pew: Weapons, mostly firearms and knives.

bushman: Reblogs relating to survivalism, bushcraft, hunting, fishing, nature, and the land. Also includes reblogs of things related to these.

stockman: Discussing my former job as a stockman.

true blu: Things specifically relating to Australia. Usually cultural things.

code blu: Things relating to medicine. This especially applies to bushmedicine.

blursed: Reblogged shit that I think is cursed. Usually text posts, sometimes images.

blusome: Just uplifting things I see and reblog. Everybody needs some added light every now and then.

blu spew: Funny things. Titled for me spewing out my coffee in the morning when I see them.

blu polls: My polls.

blu views: The VERY rare occasions I discuss politics. Most of this is either about firearms or rarely nature conservation.

mistyposting: Posts relating strictly to Misty.

moonyposting: Anything relating to Mundy, my emu. On this blog he's referred to as "Moony" so as not to have him confused with Mundy from my fic (or canon Mundy).

blu tunes: Anything relating to music.

blu chew: Anything relating to food.

ford blu: Anything relating to cars.

blu id: Posts where people ask me to identify animals and plants.

blu marbled jack: Anything relating to Jack. This is because I once saw him eat an entire block of cheese.

ask game: Ask games I find.

answered asks: Answers to things I've asked.

blubook: Posts relating to literature. It's a pun about the Australian boobook, a type of owl. Get it? Because owls are smart? And it's reading? Nevermind.

fanart: Art specifically of me because I had one person do it (cheers Lilac) and now I'm making a tag of it just in case other people do more.

blucord: Discussing things that go down in the Discord server.

blu muse: Poetry I write (because apparently I'm doing that again).

blu misc: Anything that doesn't fit into the rest of these tags.

blu queue: Queued posts.

blu reviews: Submitted posts.

bluroarer: Things I'm tagged in.

smoke signals: Back-and-forth discussions in reblogs.

dozposting: Posts about my lovely lady, @eyes-like-iron-fangs-of-rust

horseposting: Me talking about horses. I fucking love horses.

dream journal: Where I log my dreams.

eminence: Me infodumping about DND/my DND character Redd (cuz Redd + Blu = eminence purple).

PMP: Info relating to my job as a pest management professional.

matildaposting: Me discussing my late 70s Dreamer camper or other campers.

🌌: Wereshitposting—late-night blogging I get up to when the world is quiet and I can't sleep.

Also I'm writing a Speedingbullet fic on AO3 because it's boring out here and I have brainrot so go read that I guess, cheers. Chapter 10 is my magnum opus.

Here's the link to the original F/M version of the fic, and here's the link to the M/M edited version of the fic. The M/M version isn't as good and there may be pronoun errors here and there because the F/M is my primary focus and how the fic is originally written. The M/M version is also discontinued at Chapter 7 as I couldn't work Jesse's backstory properly into Jake. Sorry, folks.

If you're looking to do fanart or something I have a reference for Jesse and Suki. I also have an appearance detail for the rest of BLU team. (If you do fanart of Jesse and Mundy together I will love you forever and ever.)

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