✰introspective introvert✰

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/84172356

by glowingspheres

Vampires, by any name, often represent a culture's fear of "the other." Their cross-cultural appearance often reveals anxieties about cultural, sexual, or religious deviancy from a set norm. Naturally, of course, they aren't actually real.

They aren't.

Right?

Heavy confronts this question, alone on a cool June night.

Words: 6401, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Scout (Team Fortress 2), Pyro (Team Fortress 2), Soldier (Team Fortress 2), Demoman (Team Fortress 2), Engineer (Team Fortress 2), RED Team (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Heavy/Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Vampires, Blood Drinking, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Cultural References, Jewish Medic (Team Fortress 2), (its only a brief reference but it matters to me), Vampire Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Medic Being Medic (Team Fortress 2), Homoeroticism

Horror, Oblivious Heavy (Team Fortress 2)

Now BLU Heavy is somewhere next on the list. I want to make a dedicated page for at least every red merc

close ups

That's us, together.

While we're looking up at the Artemis II astronauts journeying to the Moon, they're looking back home at us. 

In this image, Earth peeks through the capsule window, reminding us that a view like this relies on the ingenuity and hard work of countless people back home.

In the second image, we see our home planet as a whole, lit up in spectacular blues and browns. A green aurora even lights up the atmosphere.

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/81104666

by glowingspheres

The “grocery store” in Teufort doesn’t stock anything that isn’t frozen, shelf-stable, or irradiated. For the average denizen, these are perfectly acceptable offerings. Spy is not the average denizen. Somehow, a one-man mission turned into a road trip with 4 bloodthirsty hired killers packed in one car.

Words: 4280, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Scout (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Demoman (Team Fortress 2), Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Engineer (Team Fortress 2), Pyro (Team Fortress 2), Soldier (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Demoman & Scout & Spy & Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Heavy/Medic (Team Fortress 2), Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Slice of Life, Road Trips, Grocery Shopping, POV Alternating, Minor Heavy/Medic (Team Fortress 2), Scout Doesn’t Know Spy Is Scout’s Parent (Team Fortress 2), Character Study, Comedy

“Back in the eighties dungeons were becoming a thing in New York. Guys would pay a lot of money to come there and have some dominatrix tell them what to do. I was making leather pencil skirts for a lot of the doms, with holes in the back so that guys could kiss their ass. One day I was fitting a dom named Asia, and I told her: ‘I bet I could make more money than you without wearing stuff like this.’ She bet me I couldn’t. It was all a big goof. But then I started really thinking about it. Asia was making $150 a session, and that was real money. So I did the same thing I always do when I get an idea. I just ran an ad in the back of the Village Voice. Most of these girls were advertising how young they were. So I used the word ‘mature.’ And I figured out how to write ‘Jewish Guys Welcome’ in Yiddish, and I put that at the bottom. It was some of the easiest money I ever made. I never let them touch me. All I had to do was be a bossy black woman. And I could do that easy because my mother had been such a bitch. I’d pretend to be a school teacher, or a nanny. It was the dumbest shit. I just kept inventing crazy scenarios. And the crazier the scenario, the more money I made. One time I heard about a dom on the Upper East Side who charged $3,000 a week to kidnap a guy and lock him in her basement. I didn’t have a basement, but I knew a limo driver named Dean who liked to hustle like me. So every time I got a call from a new client, I’d say: ‘You want to be kidnapped, don’t you?’ And he’d start stuttering like: ‘Duh, duh, duh, duh.’ And I’d say: ‘Listen to me closely. Stand on the corner of 5th and 18th tomorrow at 3 pm. Don’t be late.’ Then I’d call Dean and tell him the plan. It was always easy to spot the guy. He’d be the one checking his watch and looking scared as shit. So we’d roll up in the limo, grab him by the collar, and pull him inside. Then I’d lock the doors and start telling him what to do. Everything went down in the back of the limo. Dean just rolled up the partition and kept his eyes on the road. At the end I’d give him $100, because I was getting $250 for that.”

Medic isnt good at hard conversations.