I like to make things

Heya!

I happen to be George Clayton,
an Engineer working for
Reliable Excavation Demolition.

If ya need anythin',
don't be afraid to bother me.
I'm happy to help.

comradebus:

C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G SONG

comradebus:

C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G SONG

1 year ago on March 27th, 2013 | J | 152 notes
electric-fireflies:

Stupid Sexy Spies

look at amy’s splices gais 

electric-fireflies:

Stupid Sexy Spies

look at amy’s splices gais 

1 year ago on March 7th, 2013 | J | 11 notes
*Charles attaches a sapper to George's teleporter entrance, the exit beginning to fizzle and spark.*


Turning away from his nest when the familiar crackling sound met his ears, George expected his sight to land on an enemy Spy; instead, his eyes met a seemingly malfunctioning teleporter exit. The thought of the cold having partially frozen its circuits came to mind, but it appeared much more likely that there was a disturbance on the other end. Checking over his shoulder to make sure there weren’t any incoming attackers, the Engineer attempted to dispatch a solution to the problem.

1 year ago on March 6th, 2013 | J | 9 notes

bhagatkapil:

Science Day in India, posting whole series of Scientists, their inventions or discoveries.

1 year ago on March 5th, 2013 | J | 69,163 notes
Tagged as: #science 

Let’s get ready to RRRUUUUUMMMBLLLLLE!

aimlessprofessional:

astroengie:

[…] It did look like a lot of fun. The only Engineer out of both RED and BLU to jump in was Dell, and he was doing so almost strictly in a supportive role with his dispenser. Normally, Ben would’ve been all for something crazy like this, but he’d had too much to drink today and probably would’ve killed one or more of his own teammates on accident like Hector had.

“All right, let’s take a bet on this one. Leo versus th’ bigger BLU lady Medic. They look t’ be pretty matched, an’ they’re both already bleedin’. What d’y’all think?”

“I think he’s an idiot and there’s a soft spot in his skull.” Jonah straddled a console chair backwards, looking out. ”She doesn’t need half the wind-up he does with that saw of hers…and look — look, there he goes, trying a damn judo flip with a sword in one hand. Goddamn it, Leo.” He paused to seek consolation from his beer. “That Medic knows how to tangle. You don’t…get close to Medics.”

He squinted then. “Hey, our little Scout’s trying to go. You get any sort of read on her yet? Seems cute.”

After taking a ride through spawn due to an eager Heavy’s minigun at the very start of the battle, George had headed over to the skybox, not wanting to participate in a seemingly senseless fight. At least it would be a good exercise for those to let off steam that were barely managing to sit on their hands while the BLU base was being reconstructed. Rounding up the stairs, a quick turn of the knob proved it to be locked—someone probably not wanting the fight to come to them. Rapping the back of his knuckles against the door, the Engineer called to the others on the inside; “Hey, it’s George, open up, would ya?” 

1 year ago on February 28th, 2013 | J | 27 notes
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1 year ago on February 25th, 2013 | J | 16 notes

((that’s right you guys keep givin charlie a hard time make him work for his food))

1 year ago on February 25th, 2013 | J | 20 notes
Tagged as: #ooc #laughing 

bluprovocateur:

They’d reached the end and Charles finally realizes what he’s doing—he’s singing along with an enemy to some soft-hearted song and oh god he can feel his cheeks burning…no, no, no…He abruptly stands, hand covering the lower half of his face. “Désolé, e-excuses-moi.” He quickly mumbles a polite ‘merci for zhe music’ and hastily makes his exit out of the workshop.

Tilting his head to the side when Charles stood up, he blinked as the Spy covers his face, watching the other head towards the door. “Hey, wait! There’s some other songs I had in mind that I thought ya might want to hear!” ..but then he was already gone, the shop left silent now. ..Wasn’t his face a bit red, too, before he left? 

Getting up, he moves to look out down the hallway, not seeing any sign of Charles. Raising a brow, he turns back into the shop, guessing that he probably wouldn’t be coming back any time soon after that. Closing the window, George chuckles quietly; he’ll have to remember this and mention it again sometime for an even better reaction. 

For now, the guitar was set back in the corner, the chairs readjusted. The Engineer had his break, which admittedly was quite more enjoyable then it appeared to be at first. Uncovering the schematics on the desk, he set back into his work for the night.

1 year ago on February 24th, 2013 | J | 29 notes

bluprovocateur:

bluareadenied:

Plenty,” George supplied when Charles couldn’t get remember it. Nodding his head to the rhythm of the song now,  he couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the thought of their situation. Letting his eyes slip shut, he continued on happily.

Help yourself to happiness and sprinkle it with mirth~

Charles was pretty sure this was what it was like to die of embarrassment.  Some cruel torture the engineer cooked up for him—except for the fact that he was doing this of his own free will.

“Close your eyes and, um, dream for uh…all you’re worzh…you will feel te-uh, er…iffic when you, uh, uh…get back down to earzh~”

From a dreamer’s holiday~!" He found himself chuckling good naturedly now, eyes opening to land on Charles’s face— whose reaction was the best of all, considering he had just sang the entire song once through with him. "That wasn’t so hard now, was it? Now that ya went through it once, how about ya try for a second time around? Ya could probably get some of the lyrics even better now!”

1 year ago on February 24th, 2013 | J | 29 notes

bluprovocateur:

Charles was much too stiff in his actions and thought to be able to add much comment, focusing on trying not to flounder with the words but still failing in spots, but this time he manages to join in with George when he’s supposed to. “Time, zhere is—-uh, of…You need no re-uh, eservation…Just, um, bring along zhe, uh-zhe one you love…”

Plenty,” George supplied when Charles couldn’t get remember it. Nodding his head to the rhythm of the song now,  he couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the thought of their situation. Letting his eyes slip shut, he continued on happily.

Help yourself to happiness and sprinkle it with mirth~

1 year ago on February 24th, 2013 | J | 29 notes