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transmascs meeting up for brunch look like this
#sam and max#homestar runner#tf2#penny arcade#poker night at the inventory#wanted to add that i was talking about how beautiful the existence of poker night at the inventory is and this post came to me like a vision
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impy max
#based on the imp max table from poker night btw#sam and max#sam and max freelance husbands#freelance police#sam and max freelance police
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Hey, @demilypyro, I think there's something wrong with my game, there's this demon girl who keeps going all in and winning
model by @m1lk-ch3rry
#screenshot taken from google I don't know how poker works#dashingposts#dashingedits#vtubers#demilypyro#poker night at the inventory#telltale games
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BONUS:
just in case you've been wondering what i've been doing these past days,,,
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 comics#tf2 fanart#tf2 heavy#tf2 sniper#poker night at the inventory#yes this is tf2 propaganda#those are peak characters ngl#the designs and personality are so good#my art#my sona
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So... I've been thinking about Poker Night at the Inventory 3...
#wip#work in progress#valve#valve games#valve characters#poker night at the inventory#poker night 3#poker night at the inventory 3#nick l4d2#l4d2 nick#spy tf2#tf2 spy#wheatley#wheatley portal 2#portal 2 wheatley#gordon freeman#half life gordon#you know... itd be funny if theyre only valve characters because of the number 3
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poker night at the inventory 2 is basically required reading for any GLaDOS enjoyer because firstly it showcases what a master of comedy GLaDOS is in a group setting, but what it ALSO does is make it easy to imagine how Caroline would have hosted a social event at aperture
#i dont think glados is caroline but holy shit you can see the caroline genes in her so much in that silly game. losing it.#portal#portal 2#GLaDOS#poker night at the inventory#p2 caroline
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Avenue of Approach (John Price x Reader)
Kate tries to pick up where she left off. John plays developments in your relationship close to the vest.
less than 1k words
CW: reference to oral sex
feedback welcome
It takes Kate almost half the night before she can pinpoint what’s different about John. Which annoys her. Which in turn throws her game off. Which annoys her even further when John wins the pot that evening and sticks around to count it out slowly, mirthful in his victory. She decides to exact some vengeance and sharpens her metaphorical blade on his thick skin.
“Took a while but it finally dawned on me what’s different about you tonight. You might be in the best mood I’ve seen in a year or two, John.”
“mm…depends on which year or two you’re referring to, I suppose.” He says by way of agreement, tapping a small stack of bills into order against the table top.
“Got anything to do with your lady-friend from last time? Get things, er…moving in the right direction?” Kate asks, having had enough whiskey while sitting around waiting for the game to end to feel braver than she ought.
John tucks his chin into his chest and looks up at Kate with his brows raised, assessing. A familiar look of disapproval slowly settles in to his features.
“Are you asking to be a friend or to be a sore loser?” John pokes back, nailing Kate in her soft underbelly. Their friendship, hard fought and well tested, a vulnerability for them both.
His response confirms her earlier suspicions, no matter his half-assed denial. Kate knows him well, and won’t be swayed from her assessment of the situation easily. She’s happy to watch him try, though.
“John, please. You’re leaving with all my spending cash for the rest of the week, at least cough up some details.”
The corners of John’s mouth twitch as he fights off a smile, his face mellowing again. He can’t summon the energy to be cagey with Laswell, simply in too good of a mood to act otherwise.
“What did you want to know?” He’s humouring her, tucking the wad of cash that is his winnings into the inner pocket of his jacket.
“Surely you’ve got her to agree to do more than just kiss you by now?” Kate’s nursing the end of a whiskey, spinning it in her hands while she waits for John to answer.
“We’re taking it slow, but yes.” He doesn’t elaborate and Kate’s smart enough, even drunk, to not stray further down that avenue. John has to physically start a task or he’ll starting reminiscing about eating his love out on her couch the other night. Her delectable thighs wrapped around his head were not enough to muffle her keening cry when she came on his face and fingers. He starts picking up the playing cards and facing them in the same direction, keeping his hands busy and his brain preoccupied. It works and stymies the beginnings of an erection. Kate’s prying works wonders as an ice bath, too.
“Thought you’ve known her a long time, why take it slow? Don’t know her well enough yet? Do you think maybe another 20 years ought to do it?” The drink is making Kate mouthy, something she’ll regret tomorrow.
“Piss off, Laswell. She’s scared to lose something we’ve had for a long time.” John stacks the cards on the table and crosses his arms over his chest.
“How did you two meet?” Kate tries a different tack, asking for details from the past instead of the present. It works, as much as anything ever works on John.
“She was dating a mate of mine for a while before I shipped out. By the time I got back on my first leave they had broken up.” He kept the fact that his mate had taken to harassing and intimidating her, and that John had broken the lad’s cheekbone convincing him to leave her alone, to himself. Going forward he’d dropped the mate and kept tabs on the pretty bird. He’d yet to regret that choice.
“And you didn’t get an opportunity to ask her out in the last two decades?” Kate is the embodiment of skeptical.
“No.” John deadpanned, shutting down that line of questioning. He watched Laswell sulk into her whiskey for a moment.
The truth was, he’d had a front row seat to half of her life. His line of work, and being away as much as he was with no guarantee of return was too much. He knew it would kill a fledgling relationship with her quickly. She didn’t have the temperament for long periods alone, and John didn’t have the heart to ask it of her. He’d promised himself that if he made it to retirement, if she was single by some stroke of luck, he would finally do something about the feelings he’d been harbouring. The rest, as they say, was history.
Recent history. It had been enough, once upon a time, to know she was out there, doing well in the world. Made it easier to leave, to know it was ultimately keeping her safe, what he did in the shadows. Now, selfish man that he was, he couldn’t sit and watch and have it be enough. He needed more; from her, from their relationship. He was willing to go slow, and like a starving man brought to a feast, it was probably wiser to do so.
“If you’re done, Kate? I’ve got somewhere else to be.”
He pushed back from the table, swinging his coat over his shoulders smoothly. He gave Kate a smirk on his way past, just to rile her up and was gratified to see it working.
Good. Nosy git.
#john price x reader#captain john price#john price cod#john price#kate laswell#call of duty#fanfic#fanfiction#inappropriate questions#old friends#friends to lovers#poker night#john price x f!reader#john price x female reader
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another compilation cobbled together in imovie of some personal favorite sam & max moments + quotes that bounce around in my head constantly
#i really do walk around in my life constantly muttering things like#‘he’s not really a tree surgeon’ and ‘JESSE JAMES ACTUAL HAND. AMAZING’#and ‘ahh im a grammatical whore’ to myself#ther ewas one more bit of poker night dialogue i wouldve liked to include but i couldnt find it 😔#Oh well!#Enjoy my 360p screen recordings#basilposting#sam and max
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In Poker Night When Max Sits At The Tables, He Has Booster Seat
#sam and max#sam & max#freelance police#freelance husbands#Max is smol#Bonus background Jerma#poker night at the inventory#poker night 2#poker night
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Poker Night at the Inventory (2010)
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Hanging out after a long day :9
#tf2#tf2 scout#tf2 sniper#speeding bullet#i meant to upload this forever ago#sniper im sorry i fucked up your posture horribly#i have no idea what theyre talking about or doing i just remember this started out as a silly doodle#and yeah soldier is in the back ready to throw hands during poker night#also yes they have p awful sunburn#i love that as a little detail even tho i know it prob wouldnt happen cuz respawn? idk its a hc#also scoot is gonna be sloshed on that one beer bless him#proud of his hands#speedingbullet#but it can also be them being bros i just prefer them to kiss#just a silly doodle#my art
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Heavy's Heavy Heavies
#team fortress 2#heavy tf2#tf2#sam & max#freelance police#strong bad#homestar runner#poker night at the inventory
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Wheatley cameo
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Eddie counted.
Eddie counted because for three minutes and seventeen seconds his heart was in his throat and he wasn’t breathing properly and he felt the passage of time in a way he hadn’t experienced it since he was shot and the world slowed, and narrowed down to Buck, just Buck, right in front of him, across this unreachable distance.
I’m okay, I’m fine, nobody touch me
#buddie#911 spoilers#911meta#buddie meta#911 meta#9-1-1#evan buckley#eddie diaz#edmundo diaz#evan buck buckley#911#mbm#buddie poker date#buddie poker night#it hasn't even aired yet and i'm already hyperventilating#911onabc#911 on abc#911abc#911 abc
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