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finiteuniverse13 · 2 years

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I made a quiz to determine what SEAL Team character you are! The picture are all incredible (in my opinion) so feel free to post your results in a reblog or comment!

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djchavocambrils · 2 years

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golfclashboss · 2 years

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Golf Clash - Lakeside 9 Hole Cup - MASTER - Hole 8, Eagle - Final/Weekend Round!

Golf Clash – Lakeside 9 Hole Cup – MASTER – Hole 8, Eagle – Final/Weekend Round!

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hongtelecom-blog · 5 years

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anditabagas · 5 years

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LINK Live Streaming Japan Open 2019 Kamis (25/7) di Vidio.com & TVRI, Marcus/Kevin & Ginting Main - Banjarmasin Post

LINK Live Streaming Japan Open 2019 Kamis (25/7) di Vidio.com & TVRI, Marcus/Kevin & Ginting Main – Banjarmasin Post

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finiteuniverse13 · 3 years

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FanFic Fridays

with/for @rebelwrites!

Trent's sat in the briefing room when the rest of Bravo arrives, looking rather like death warmed up. Jason opens his mouth, presumably to ask him what's wrong, but Trent fixes him with a steely glare over his mug. Brock cracks a grin at the mug; printed on the side is WORLD'S BEST DAD with the DAD being crossed out and Sonny's handwriting scrawling MEDIC next to it. It's old, already in use by the time Brock had joined Bravo, from Trent's Bravo Six days.

Trent sips his black-as-ink coffee and waits for Bravo to settle down. Blackburn and Ellis are running late and so is Metal, it would seem. When all of Bravo is sat, Trent brings the mug away from his mouth.

"When Scott gets here, I get the first say." Perhaps Metal is hiding? Brock wouldn't exactly blame him, because inducing Trent's pre-coffee wrath was rather like wearing a necklace of steak and walking into a cage full of starving lions. An uneasy look passes between Ray and Jason. Behind them, the door clicks open and in walks Metal, a cup of coffee in hand. And he's a sight to see.

A bruise runs from his cheekbone to his temple, purple and black with yellow edges. He locks eyes with Trent and freezes for a second before his hands come up defensively. "I can explain."

"Oh, can you?" The threat in Trent's tone makes Metal wince before he strides up to the table. Written in block letters across the side is SAWYER and Trent accepts it with a glare to rival Metal's signature one. "Can you explain why I had to talk some lovely officers out of arresting you last night?"

That's news to the rest of them, who look over to Metal, who in turn straightens his back and replies with a surprisingly steady "They weren't going to arrest me."

"Scott, you were in the back of a police car."

"Coincidence."

"Oh really!?"

Blackburn takes that exact moment to open the door and begin the briefing; purposefully ignoring Trent glaring daggers at Metal the entire time.

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finiteuniverse13 · 3 years

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Fanfic Friday!

Blackburn looks over his team. The back end of a Gucci mission, all but a few hours from getting on their plane home. The base they were set up on was set up next to a pebble beach, so Bravo had made a unanimous decision to spend their last few hours on the base sat around sunning.

Sonny and Ray were both sat in the surf, quietly discussing a home improvement Ray was planning on. Trent, Metal and Jason had commandeered a chair from… somewhere, and were all in various states of reclining. Jason was half watching the pair sat in the water, half watching Brock and Clay sat together stroking Cerberus.

Metal was trying to talk to Trent, who’s lying with his eyes closed. Metal lets out a good natured sigh and looks out into the horizon.

Brock nudges Clay. "I think Trent and Metal are having an argument." Clay raises his eyebrows. "Why?"

Metal furrows his eyebrows and Brock raises his voice to say "Metal, penny for your thoughts!"

Scott's attention snaps to Brock, and he gives a grin before opening his mouth to speak. He's cut off by Trent, who announces "Dollar to shut up!", keeping his eyes closed.

Jason turns to his medic, along with Brock. They both raise their eyebrows at Trent, who makes a dismissive hand motion. They both turn to Metal who makes a what-can-you-do gesture and reaches into Trent’s backpack, pulling out his extensive medpack to be able to remove Trent’s wallet.

He pulls a twenty out first, a sly grin on his face. Without looking over or even opening his eyes, Trent quickly reprimands him “Don’t even think about taking my twenty, Scott. Only one dollar.”

Metal makes a quiet grumbling noise and slips the twenty back in then picks out a dollar. Blackburn rolls his eyes at the children posing as operators and starts to walk back to the airstrip as Sonny yells after him “I saw that!”

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finiteuniverse13 · 3 years

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Fanfic Fridays

With/For @rebelwrites

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Scott looks down at the tie in his hand, then the cast on his right arm. Back at the tie, back at the cast. Down at his dress clues, then back to the tie. He needs to wear the tie, but he can’t tie the damn thing, since his dexterity was non-existent, what with the cast. A long sigh.

He throws the tie around his neck, over his collar, and grabs his keycard from the table in the middle of Alpha’s Cage Room. Trent would be able to do it. And if he didn’t say yes initially, Trent was technically the one that gave him the cast. So, plan B was blackmail/manipulation, whichever was frowned upon less. Bravo’s door beeps as it admits him, and as he walks in he ducks to avoid Clay’s dress shoe flying through the air, aimed at Sonny, who jumps to the side to avoid the improvised projectile and lets out a jeering laugh.

“Sorry Metal!” Clay exclaims, scrambling past him to beat Sonny to his dress shoe, which Sonny would turn into a projectile yet again if he were to get a hold of it. Clay’s words draw the attention of Trent, who’s shirtless, and about to pull on his dress shirt. His head pops comically out of the side of the cage, and Scott pulls the tie from around his neck and offers it to Trent. Trent snorts and his head disappears from view.

“Sure thing buddy, let me grab my shirt first.” humour is clear in Trent’s voice, and Scott’s head tilts to the side, in a way that scares everyone who isn’t Trent - because Trent has met his mother and has since sympathetically patted his back and told him Sorry Scott, I can’t fear you after I found out you were a Momma’s boy, which isn’t a very sympathetic thing to say, but he digresses - Jason shares a half-amused half-concerned look with Ray and Brock, even though most of Brock’s attention is caught up with trying to not get nailed in the head with a shoe.

Trent comes out of the threshold of his cage, shrugging on his dress shirt and reaching out for the tie. Scott hands it over silently, allowing Trent to pop his collar up and begin working, tilting his head up so that Trent can see what he’s doing.

“You know, Scott,” which, to be honest, isn’t the best start of a sentence “I don’t mind doing this, under one condition.” Scott hums. “You won't get arrested again.”

Clay and Sonny stop wrestling for Clay’s shoe for long enough so that the pair can let out barks of laughter, then Clay pulls his shoe towards him with unexpected strength, and Sonny’s attention is back on their joking fight.

“That’s harder than it sounds, actually, considering I wasn’t actually aware of what I was doing.”

Trent takes this moment to swing one of the tie’s tails over the main knot, slapping Scott in the face in the process. Scott makes an angry noise in the back of his throat, but doesn’t move otherwise.

“Go on Scott, promise me you won’t do it again.”

A pause, and Trent’s hands stop moving, staring up at Scott with an expectant look. Damn it, that’s the same look his Momma gives him, he should have never introduced them to each other.

“Fine, okay? I promise to never again get arrested.”

Trent’s hands start moving again. “For?”

A pause hangs in the air, and there’s a quiet celebration as Clay emerges from the scuffle victorious, shoe proudly in hand.

“For getting black-out drunk and going to your house at 3am, where I cause so much noise trying to get in that your neighbor calls the police about a noise complaint, and then I get put in the back of a police car, which you have to convince the police to let me out of. Is that good enough?”

“Yep!” Trent replies, finishing the knot with a dramatic flourish and immediately retreating back to his cage to finish getting ready.

Scott looks over at Jason, who’s barely holding back a laugh, and indicates in the general direction of Trent’s cage, a ‘do-you-see-what-I-have-to-put-up-with?’ look on his face. This breaks whatever was holding back Jason’s laughs, and he begins cackling in delight, Ray joining in without pause.

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finiteuniverse13 · 3 years

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FanFic Fridays

with/for @rebelwrites!

"So, Trent." Trent pauses from where he's sat writing up what he needs replaced in his med-kit to look up at Jason, humming expectantly.

"What did Metal do to get arrested?"

Trent snorts quietly, putting down his pen. "Technically, he didn't get arrested. But he did-" A hand clamped over his mouth. Metal looks down on Trent, threat plain on his face.

"Don't talk about it." Trent raised a singular eyebrow and his tongue darted out to lick Metal's hand. Metal drew his hand away in annoyance but kept the glare. "Don't you dare tell him."

"What are you going to convince me with?" The glare is returned by Trent, and they begin a staring contest. There's a snort from where Brock, Sonny and Ray are sat in a loose triangle, perpetrator hidden by all three of them looking down at where Cerberus is trying to lick Clay's nose while Clay tries to keep his face clean. It's unclear which pair the snort is directed at.

Jason turns his attention back to Metal and Trent when Metal begins to negotiate Trent's silence.

"I'll buy you a case of beer."

"I had to talk to them at 3 am. 3 A-M."

"I'll buy coffee for a month."

"And?"

"It'll be from that nice place on my way to work."

"Every morning at work?"

"Every single work morning."

A few moments of silence follow.

"Fine. Jace I'm not telling you why Scott was put in the back of a police car out of my house at 3 am."

"Outside your house?"

"Yes." He glared at Metal when he tried to intervene. "Outside of my house at 3 am, that's all you get to know. Now let me finish up before I go into combat missing morphine capsules."

The pair allow Trent walk over to Blackburn to talk over the new supplies he needs and when Scott turns back to Jason, he's looking at Scott with a look of barely-suppressed amusement, lips curling to a smile seemingly without his permission. Metal rolls his eyes at his fellow Master Chief and walks over to the rest of Bravo who are now cheering on Cerb from where he's stood on Clay and licking his entire face; while Clay jokingly fights back, half-stroking half-patting the Malinois.

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