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Sid/Geno WW2 (CW: mentions of death & war and period typical slang)

Dust swirled and matted, floating on the surface of his coffee like tiny icebergs in a black sea.

In Caen grey clouds finer than flour billowed gently and hung suspended a hundred feet high. There were no houses now in the north part of the city and in the center many had no street walls at all; but they looked out, surprised, like an empty stage waiting for the curtain.

The dust of the dead houses faded the incredible wallpaper and the chintz and the brocades and the disapproving stares of the saints in their skewgee frames.

It adhered to the taught stretched necks of the gargoyles so that they relaxed and their inane Mediaeval grins became evil leers and slyer. The lacy figured stone that foamed about the windows of the great church was now merely fuzzy.

Sid had let that same dust gather in his scruff and his valiant attempt at a mustach he'd forgotten about once he'd lost his razor, making it all seem fuller.

He had sat himself, peacefully, in a small brick building. White shafts of sunlight speared through the holes in the ceiling, catching motes and illuminating the room in ethereal grey.

The posters that decorated the walls were sun bleached and tattered, some had fallen to the floor with the brick and other debris, curled in on themselves like dead bugs. Sid liked to think that this had once been a coffee house, or more likely a bar from the remnants of decor. Smashed glass glittered finely in a thousand tiny shards, coating the floor behind the bar like snow. From the patchy ceiling, one modest tin chandelier dangled like a single withered spider from its thread.

He was used to the dust by now; it smothered all surfaces, grimly seasoning the compo stew, scummed the drink, and spoilt the shine on his field boots. Not that those had seen polish in quite some time. It was ever present and always moving; a restless pollen of destruction as much as it was infertile.

Sid stiffened at the sound of debris crunched under boots. A solider was standing in the hole in the brick wall where the door might have once been, a small oak cask tucked under one arm. He wasn’t looking at Sid, he was eyeing the posters on the walls that Sid had bypassed in search of clean water and somewhere to boil it.

Sid turned back to his drink.

After some time the man set the cask heavily down on the bartop next to Sid. He watched Sid expectantly, a smug set to his smile.

“Want some?” he asked. His uniform said he was Canadian but the lilt in his accent said he was decidedly not.

“Sure,” Sid said, and “thank you.” Not to be impolite.

It sounded like the begging of a joke Sid's men would tell around a fire: a Russian and a Canadian sit down at a bar--

Sid pushed his mug forward with two fingers and watch the clear liquid glug into his coffee, dispersing the dust.

White lighting the boys had been calling it.

Farmers had been passing them out to soldiers; part in celebration and part in hopes to deter pillaging. Sid didn’t know how successful the gesture would turn out to be, but he appreciated having something on had to drink that would burn all the way down and help him forget just how hungry and sore he was.

Sid had had the apple brandy with his millet porridge at breakfast. He knew some of the soviets referred to it as Shrapnel which he had always found appropriate; the gruel sat heavy in his gut like a bullet

The man settled in beside him and looked longingly at the contents of Sid’s canteen cup.

Sid reached inside his the pocket of his khakis and pulled out two packets, one of ersatz kaffee scrawled with German he couldn’t read and one good old Nescafé soluble coffee product.

Sid had pilfered both from a Jerry he’d come across under the bright Normandie sun, slumped against the sloping trails-heads of his anti-tank gun. The green-black of his skin sheened metallically, his lashes clumped with flies. Wind had fingered his too long golden hair like a consoling mother’s hand. It was likely the last touch he’d felt before being buried or burned by a farmer desperate to clear his field. Sid didn’t feel bad taking the rations from him, some of which he had clearly taking from some other sorry soul. Sid wondered if he were saving them for something. A victory, perhaps.

Now Sid shared them with this man, his features finely cut, intent and focused as he dumped the contents of the little packets into his own mug.

“It’s thin,” Sid cautioned, pouring some hot water into his cup though the soldier likely knew. Everything was thin around here, even with so many dead.

Success on the western front would only mean attentions would be turned east. Sid wondered if he had any family left there or if they had emigrated with him. Most of the Russians he knew had come to Canada as trapers or loggers, solitary jobs.

The man made a pleased sound at the first sip. "It's good," he said, which Sid doubted. He leaned in as if confiding a secret. "But the liquor makes it better."

Sid laughed, surprised at himself and the other man held out one grimy hand. "Geno."

Sid wiped his own against his pant leg though he doubted it made a difference. "Sid."

His palm was wide, his fingers long and dry.

They sat quietly together at their queer alter of dust and glass. The same dust that had been atomized in Quesney Wood by a thousand bombers. Bubbling and swirling the piquant taste resurrected memories you thought had been long laid away in colored detail till you were younger again by a year or half an hour; it was all equal. All your senses quivering to the same stimulus that first etched the picture there.

Such was the odour which haunted them all at one time or another. Compounded of putrefaction and destruction, but more, for any battlefield has these, it carried with it in the clinging dust, hate and nameless things, the negation of life and the denial of its uses. All evil, like the devil's breath, who smelt it shivered and remembered and was no less a man.

A hesitant touch brushed Sid's quivering finger and he was broken from his reverie. Geno's eyes were dark like the grease that ran from the Bofors and congealed in dark pools, blacker than blood.

He looked down at the pale entanglement of their fingers against the scored wood. Sid squeezed lightly and watched the corner of Geno's mouth tick up. So few things of late that were warm had also had been pleasant, the searing blast of a gun, the fevered blush of oncoming infection, and the peel of the sunburn that scabed his face.

But hands were warm and so was the coffee and the patchwork sun Sid had found in this warren.

He smiled back.

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morteamore · 2 years ago

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Cutting Room Floor 11/13/2022

I write a lot. All the time. If not fanfic, then original stuff. I have a dozen story ideas at any given moment and I’m not always dedicated enough to follow through with them. Sometimes they’re only interesting for a hot minute.

I think I might just start posting random excerpts of stuff that will probably never go anywhere. Maybe once a week or so, make this my writing platform if I remember.

This one was a cryptid story. Not really anything romantic, though relationships were a part of the overall plot and do help start some of the central conflict. It was more likely to go down the horror pipeline and get good and gory. Didn’t end up liking the chapters I did write, though. I think I changed the character names a dozen times. They still seem like placeholders to me.

CW: relationship drama/conflict

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Standing outside the door of the modular home in the mid-morning sun, Nate felt a wave of nausea roll through him. He reached for the door handle, jiggling it, drawing away as if burned when he realized it was locked. Then he turned himself around and walked quickly back down the porch steps. The scruffy, brown patch of sod that served as a lawn crunched under his booted feet. He kicked at a mound of dirt someone had randomly dumped there and rubbed nervously at his shoulder, sighing.

In all his twenty-three years, Nathaniel Thibault, Nate for short, had never been good with goodbyes.

As he stood looking out at the sprawl of the moudlar community, he weighed his options. Brad, his boyfriend of the last three years, was leaving the small town of Trois and heading to the United States in just a week. Los Angeles, California, to be more specific. Nate would not be joining him. In fact, Nate, born and raised in Trois, had never been far outside his Canadian hometown, and didn’t have much desire to travel. He was comfortable here among the dense trees and the encroaching presence of underbrush. He didn’t need big city living, unless he was DJ’ing a gig, with all the skyscrapers, congestion and pollution they had. He was much happier among the natural world. Which, considering his heritage, wasn’t that surprising.

Still, he knew that wasn’t the life for Brad, that Brad longed for culture and opportunities much richer than Trois could give him. And he respected that. They had discussed their future desires at great length, on cold mornings while tucked in bed under thick duvets. Almost always Brad got that far away look in his eyes when he talked about seeing the states, or Europe. And Nate knew he couldn’t compete. In the deepest chambers of his heart, he knew that he would lose Brad some day to wanderlust.

And now that day had come.

When Nate turned back to the trailer, intent on giving the door a second try, it was cracked open. Standing in the doorway in just a pair of jeans and a tank top was Brad. His tall frame almost brushed the top of the door jamb. Upon seeing Nate, he opened the door wider.

“Thought I heard someone out here,” he said, then canted his head, much like the creature whose blood ran through his veins. “Come on in. I have a fresh pot of coffee brewing.”

The nausea tossed in Nate’s stomach like the sea. He nodded anyway and climbed the stairs, not being able to stop himself from giving Brad a sniff as he passed him. The other man smelled like the wilderness. Fresh pine and musky fur and earth. It was comforting, at least to Nate. He moved into the kitchen and took a seat on a stool at the breakfast bar. Brad closed the door and retrieved two mugs from an overhead cabinet. One said I 🍁 Canada on it. The other had an image of a labrador retriever hunting water fowl.

“You’re here earlier than I expected,” Brad said, pouring the coffee up to the rim of the Canada mug. Nate liked his coffee black, and Brad knew it. For his own cup, Brad left room for an ample amount of cream and sugar. “We were supposed to meet for lunch, not breakfast.”

“I know,” Nate said, drawing his mug close. “I couldn’t wait that long.”

“That eager to discuss our soon-to-be long distance status?”

As he sipped his coffee, Nate winced, and not just because of the bitter contents of the mug.

“That’s what I wanted to talk about, actually.” With a slump of his shoulders Nate set his mug down. “I’m not sure that it’s going to work out, this long distance thing.”

Brad, who’d been moving to sit down opposite his boyfriend, stopped in his tracks. Carefully, he set his mug down on the breakfast bar and placed his hands on its ledge.“What are you talking about?”

“I mean, you’ll be in LA and I’ll be stuck here, and I’m sure after a while that’s going to get old. You’re going to meet other people and want to date them.”

“No way.” Adamant, Brad leaned in closer to Nate. “I would never do that to you, unless we both agreed to it. I care about you more than anything. How can you sit there and say that so casually?”

“I can say it because it’s the truth. You know it. I know it. The only one willing to face it here is me, though.”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

For a long time, Brad stared at Nate. Nate could feel his gorge rising, that feeling of sickness creeping up even higher in his throat. He turned his head and eyed the bathroom door hanging ajar, debating if he could keep himself from getting sick.

“I am,” he said, somehow managing to keep his voice steady. “I’ve thought it over a lot these past weeks. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“You’re not holding me back. Hell, I’m just going there to test the waters for a month or so, see if it’s my scene or not. I plan to come back either way.”

“But what if you end up liking it? What if you decide to move there? I don’t want to live in LA. I don’t even want to live outside Trois.”

Heaving a sigh, Brad let go of the ledge and put his face in his hands, scrubbing at it. “Of course I know that. And I know that trying to convince you otherwise is just plain crazy. But I was hoping….” He trailed off, letting his arms flop back down to his sides. “You’re so damn stubborn sometimes.”

“Probably why I’m the last of a dying clan. I’m surviving out of pure spite and stubborness.”

“So, we’re really doing this? We’re really breaking up now?”

Drinking deeply from his mug, Nate looked down at the counter top, contemplating its cracking surface. He felt a familiar pressure in his jaws and recognized that his emotions were starting to get the better of him. He tamped down a growl, his head bobbing.

“I just feel one of us will end up getting hurt worse if we don’t,” he said.

“Or you’re afraid of change.” With a scoff, Brad turned his back on Nate. “Since we’re not mincing words here, let’s call this like it is.”

“That’s not fair. I’m just trying to see a future where we settle down together and are happy that way. And I can’t see it with the way things are right now. You’re always going to have your restlessness, and I’m always going to have ties to Trois that can’t be broken.”

“And you’re just starting to see this now, after three years with me? How long have you been keeping these thoughts to yourself?”

“Calm down. They’re only recent. Only since you started getting recognition and were thinking about pulling up roots.”

“See, that’s the problem,” Brad pointed out, turning back around. He walked into the conjoined living room, flopping down in his favorite armchair. “You always talk about having all these roots, all these connections. To Trois, of all places. You haven’t even seen the rest of the world. You don’t know if this is the right path you’re walking. It’s not like you have to live like our ancestors did, tied to the place they were born.”

“Maybe you don’t,” Nate said, sounding wary. “You have an entire pack of siblings. They’re all capable of handling the family legacies. I don’t have that luxury.”

Brad rubbed at the stubble on his face. From his perch, Nate watched him, his memories taking him back to the times he had run his fingers over that rough and bumpy surface, the electric pulse of stimulation beneath his fingertips

“Well, even if you didn’t live here, the lands would still be in your name. Moving away doesn’t change that. Maybe it’s harder to maintain that way, but it’s not like they’ll go anywhere.”

“How long have we’ve been together, and you still don’t know what it’s like to be a Thibault?”

“I know damn well what it’s like. Just as you know what it means to be a Forestier. But isn’t it time we broke tradition and went on our own ways? What do we have to gain from sticking around here? It’s not like we’ll be passing our bloodline down. The loup-garou don’t even really approve of our relationship. They just tolerate it.”

“Tradition is all I have left. And so what if they don’t? It’s not like they can officially do anything about it.”

“And what about if we wanted to get married? They’d never sanction it. We’d be outcasts at best.”

“Do we really need marriage?”

Brad went quiet. He looked down at the carpet. When he lifted his gaze again to look at Nate, his expression was emotionless.

“I think the question is: do you really care about me that little?”

Sighing, Nate had to break eye contact. He hadn’t meant to hurt Brad, but his mouth had run off with his deepest thoughts before he could stop it. Maybe that was for the best. He hadn’t had to dance around the truth until Brad drew it out of him, as he always seemed to do eventually. It hadn’t cleared the air. Far from it. But it had moved the painful task of breaking it off with Brad closer, and the sooner Nate was done with that, the sooner he could go home and crawl into his bed, dwelling on what could have been for the next week.

“You should probably leave,” Brad told him, his voice tight. His words took on a slight growl. “Having you here right now is just not a good idea.”

“I’m sorry. This isn’t the way I wanted things to go.”

“Well, it’s the way they went. Please. Just go.”

Shifting off the stool, Nate managed to make it to the modular home’s front door and open it without being tempted to look back. Then he was walking down the porch steps towards his motorcycle. A shiver coursed through him. He paused to tilt his head toward the sky, where the sun was making its slow journey towards its apex. Closing his eyes, he let its rays grace his skin, warming him on the chilly Autumn morning. It was impossible to tell how long he stayed like that, the warmth radiating in the follicles of his hair and the skin at the back of his neck. Eventually, he slid on to the driver’s saddle, sighing as he started up the engine.

As he drove away, he thought he saw the curtain in Brad’s window shift, but he couldn’t be certain.

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Wolverine and the diaper boys part two

Jamie was chowing down on a bowl of Cap'n crunch when Bobby came down to the kitchen, walking a little weird. While Bobby was in a pair of tan baggy cargo pants and a blue t-shirt with a white strip in the middle, Jamie had the misfortune to realize he hadn't gotten his landry done like he had been suppose to and ergo was stuck in a pair of his yellow sponge bob shorts with a light blue shirt that had a teddy bear on it. Needless to say he'd already been teased about it by Kitty and rouge, though Jean had come to his rescue. Still this had long day all over it and he'd be glad to go and get it all over with as quick as possible. Bobby took a seat next to him and gave him a smile and nod, making Jamie blush and because he was thinking of the night before, that HAD to be why he was smelling baby powder. "interesting attire choice." Bobby commented. "I uh..forgot to get landry done and this is ALL I have left. I already asked ms.Storm about staying home but she told me it was my own fault and to deal with it." Jamie whined, huffing a little. "You know, if you 'accidentally' pours your milk on yourself when you go to drink the rest out of the bowl, and that's ALL you got to wear..they can't send you to school in your undies." Bobby pointed out and winked. "Hey! That's a-" Jamie started, but got cut off by Mr. Mccoy. The Mutant known as The Beast while 'working' so to speak, but just as Hank or Mr. Mccoy to the students had walked in, wearing his lab coat and getting a cup of coffee, and having over heard the boy's conversation. "Very bad idea." he said, chuckling. "And I'm going to pretend I didn't hear it..as long as it's not acted upon." Making his coffee beast paused, and sniffed the air then smirked at the two boys, thankfully the only ones in the room and then walked off, going to work on whatever project currently was holding his attention. "..Well i tried." Bobby said after Beast left. "It WAS a good idea." Jamie agreed, then as he finished his cereal, he was careful to try and not spill any..and still got some on his shirt. "heh, maybe you need a bib." Bobby teased playfully, only to get a glare from Jamie. "Ok..ok.. not funny. I'm sorry." Bobby said, finishing up his own bowl of sugar crisp. "Darn right!" with the boys washing out their dishes, there was just something about the way that Bobby was walking that was bugging Jamie, but the little guy just couldn't figure it out and gave up. "Wanna walk to school together?" he asked. "I don't see why not." Bobby agreed.

Little did Jamie know Bobby was ALL to happy to walk with the little dork who could take the blame for the scent of baby powder that hung around him, since Logan had gone a little over board. Logan of course claimed he's hand had 'slipped' while sprinkling it on, but Bobby had a sneaking feeling that the Canadian was just having too much fun with this whole thing. Still the semi waddle to school had gone off without too much fuss, Jamie had been going on and on about some silly cartoon and got really over excited about it, and Bobby had agreed to watch a episode of it to get him to shut up about it. 'the hell is a Paw patrol anyways?' Bobby wondered, but brushed it out of his head as he split ways with Jamie. getting to his locker he started to load up his backpack when his eyes caught his schedule for the day, and a wave of dread flooded over him. he'd totally forgotten about it till now, but he had gym class for last period. which meant he'd have to get changed into his school issued gym shorts and top..in a locker room with the other guys. and he was in a fucking diaper. 'I'm so screwed!' Bobby mentally wailed, and banged his head on the door of his locker as Ray came over, raising a eyebrow. "Yooooou ok man?" His roomie asked him. "Don't tell me you forgot to study for the math test today." "..That's today!?!" Bobby whined and silently looked up, wondering just what he had done to piss off the almighty.

Jamie huffed, three times already he'd been stopped and asked if he was lost, the elementary school was across the the street. Twice from other classmates who had been of course taking shots at his clothes, and worse, the third time by a new teacher who was just honestly trying to be helpful, and had said sorry when Jamie huffed he was in the 6th grade and even took out his student ID card to prove it. things didn't get better as the morning went on, between first and second period the class bully had managed to get a pinch of itching powder down the back of Jamie's shorts, and had gotten rid of the proof so Jamie couldn't get him in trouble. The side effect meant while it wasn't unbearable, he was squirming lots and looked like a fussy toddler, or a little boy who had to go to the bathroom. (and in fact his third period teacher called him over to his desk to ask if he needed the hall pass before he had a accident) finally it was 4th period and gym class, and Jamie was able to switch out of his itchy shorts though he got a lot of flack over his PJ mask briefs, despite what he was packing in them. "Doesn't matter what your packing if your too much of a toddler to use it." A freckle faced red head named Todd said, smirking. "yeah well even if you know how to use it, it doesn't matter if all you have is a tooth pick." Jamie shot back, and instantly realized he shouldn't of. since he wasn't allowed to use his powers at school, and Todd had a good foot on him and at least 30 pounds, Jamie wasn't exactly gonna win any fights. and even as the other boys laughed, Todd's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. "Care to repeat that short stuff?" he growled. "..Not really..Uh..Sorry?" Jamie squeaked. "Todd man, let it go..it was a good come back and if you get in one more fight your expelled." Anther boy called over. "..You watch your mouth." Todd huffed and shoved past Jamie, knocking him into the wall and leaving him alone to finish changing. "..Just anther glorious day in the life of a X-Man." he muttered softly to himself.

Bobby was sure he'd flunked the test, a combination of not having studied for it and being paranoid the who times everyone knew he was padded. the only reason he wasn't in a constant flop sweat was a by product of his ice based powers as he waddled from class to class, positive every time he heard a laugh or a giggle in the halls it was directed his way. The fact that a end of the day exposure laid at his feet wasn't helping and he was getting tummy cramps off and on and felt his bladder twitching lots, though he didn't DARE go to the boys room to relive himself. That was all he needed, a random kick in of a stall door (Toad was known to do that sorta thing for shits and giggles, though it had mostly toned down after Duncan had stuffed him head first in a toilet) and him with his diapies on display for everyone to see the big baby. the mental image filled Bobby with dread and unwanted arousal and he found himself desperately directing mental commands to his little soldier to stand down, but atlas, he was at a age where it had a mind of it's own. 'can't believe I'm about to say this, but thank god I'm not hung.' He had one hope, that when Logan came to check on him (and Bobby didn't doubt he would, the Canadian loved to follow though on his threats) Bobby would explain the situation out to him and hopefully get person to get out of the diaper. Failing at that, Bobby's plan B was to freeze the entire gym class for the duration of the period. Ok, it wasn't a good plan but it beat plan C, melt into a puddle from sheer humiliation. 'Come onnnn plan A.'

Logan noticed the time and headed for the door,walking out on the card game he and the other teachers had been playing despite the fact he was winning, Making storm give him a look. "Got somewhere better to be?" she asked, raising a eyebrow and hoping he wasn't headed to a bar this early in the day. The professor had of course banned all alcoholic beverages on the ground after some of the students had gotten into Logan's beer. "Yeahhh following though on a punishment I had to dish out." Logan said and smirked. "Don't worry, I'm saving my drinking for the weekend." "..Logan this doesn't have anything to do with how Bobby was semi waddling this morning does it?" She asked, crossing her arms. "Heh, it might. and before you get all high and mighty, at least I let him wear big kid clothes on the outside. Sides, you should be thrilled I'm following up on my duties here and not going out for some brewskis. just no pleasing you some days." Logan chuckled and winked, then walked out. "..I honestly don't get what Charles likes about him." She signed in a low voice, turning her attention back to the game and back to hank. "Ours is not to ask, ours is but to do. by the way, I win." The furry teach said, laying out his hand. "of course you do." Storm said dryly, toying with making a rain cloud appear over Hank's head then recalling how wet fur smelled.

After spending the better part of the free gym period being pelted 'accidentally' by balls thanks to Todd, Jamie was tired, sore and grumpy. not helping matters was the fact someone (read Todd) had stuck Jamie's shorts in a sink and soaked them..and Jamie HAD to return the gym shorts to the gym locker so they could be washed. Which mean he had two choices, walk around in his undies, or walk around in wet shorts. either way it wasn't appealing and he covered himself in a towel to go and whine to the gym teacher about it. Of course having NO proof it was Todd who had soaked them, the teacher couldn't punish him, and he wasn't willing to let Jamie use the gym shorts. the tone of his voice made it clear that he more or less believed that Jamie had wet himself, and had dunked the shorts in a sink to avoid being busted, though he mentioned he'd call home and see if someone at the Xavier institute could bring him some dry clothing. 'Great. just great. Mr. Logan is gonna think i wet myself and show up waving a diaper around! I bet he brings that stupid satchel of his and has diapers in it too!' Jamie huffed and fumed, stomping his way back to the locker room and tugging the shorts up. someone had tried to be nice and dry them with a hair dryer, but this had just resulted the legs getting semi dry and making it look even more so like he had wet himself. as he marched down the halls to grab his bagged lunch and go wait outside, he could see the amusement looks and heard the laughter and whispers, his ears burning. Of course what Jamie didn't know was put off by the brats attuide, stomping out of his office..the gym teacher 'forgot' to call the mansion.

Bobby was rocking back and forth in chem lab, his bladder twinges were a full on tidal wave just waiting to happen and his normal lab partner was thankfully out for the day. Still, working on a chemical solution that had to drip slowly over and over again when his own 'chemical solution' was begging to come out wasn't doing the Iceman any good. He thought about trying to do that old rhyme about crossing his legs but he was already getting weird looks from the station next to his and just flashed a weak smile. 'Almost end of class. almost end of class. you can make it! you're a X-man! you don't take shit from anyone! you..your..your wetting yourself.' He mentally cheered himself on, before realizing that despite his best efforts, the front of his diaper was indeed rapidly filling with piss. with was only the noise of all the lab equipment that was covering up the hiss and the soft crackle of the diaper as it bloated out, and Bobby snuck a look down and suppressed a groan (and a moan of relief at that from the bliss of finally going) as the diaper was starting to show, at least if you knew to look for it while he was sitting, getting up off the stool he was on, he could feel the hot piss slosh down and start to soak between his legs and even up the back of the diaper and for the first time he started to worry about leaking. 'Jesus what am I? a camel!?' he thought as he tried to will the flow to stop, "Mr Drake, if you would like to come back from whatever day dream is holding your attention, maybe you'd like to answer my question." Barked the old crone who ran the class, bitter at being called back to teach after the old chem lab teacher had disappeared (the school hadn't exactly been informed Mr. Mccoy had had a second mutation, since they hadn't know he'd had a first one to begin with.) "Y-Yes ma'am!" Bobby squeaked out, the flow slowing there there was totally some wetness on the sides of his legs. "what was the question?" "The question was-" the crone started, but was cut off by the lunch bell ringing. "oh who cares. get out of here, all of you." she said and hobbled off to her desk. saved by the bell, Bobby was torn between rushing out or waiting for the rest of the class to leave, his diaper had ballooned out and he was scared to put too much pressure on it, less he make it leak worse. if he could get the classroom mostly cleared, with everyone distracted he could maybe at least freeze the sodden padding. "Is there something I can help you with Mr.drake?" The crone said, suddenly a few feet away and a wicked grin on her face that had him gulping. most of the other students had cleared out, and knowing her penance for handing out extra homework, those few remaining didn't stay for long. "I..I..No ma'am. I just..um.." Bobby squeaked, his voice sounding higher the Jamie's at the moment. "mmmhmm.. I know a soggy bottom when i see one young man. I watch after my ingrate son's brats enough and not one of them potty trained despite the oldest being six." she said wagging a finger and smirking. "I'm not in a diaper!" Bobby said a little bit too quick and she cackled. "well, this explains why you were so distracted. did baby bobby bring a diapie change to school." this..was NOT the kind of attention he had pictured and Bobby's less then stellar boyhood was getting even smaller. "I..I don't." he babbled."It's..not a..I..see.." "Well spoken. well i can't let you go out in the hall's, your going to spring a leak." the crone said and jabbed at the puffy padding with a glass mixing stick, indeed making a wet spot appear on his pants. "I'll go and head for my lunch..and shut the door behind me. there's a plastic bag in the top drawer of my desk..just take the soggy padding out with you..BABY bobby." she said and cackled again before hobbling her way out, shutting off the light and the door on her way out. "..Why couldn't of this happened during history class?" Bobby whined out loud, thinking of how cute THAT teacher was.

Logan pulled up to the school and parked his bike, Nodding to a few of the other kids from the school who were a little bit shocked to see him there. He had his satchel over one shoulder with a couple of diapers and wipes in it, planing on changing Bobby if he needed it, or double diapering him if he was going around commando. "awww, the babysitter he's to check on the babies~" came a mocking tone from Lance, and Logan turned to see the brother hood standing there smirking. They clearly weren't TOO worried about Logan since it was school hours and with him as a adult, attacking teenagers..well it could only make the Xavier institute look bad. Still he gave them a grin and smirked. "Just because Mystique stopped wiping your noses and kissing your boo boo's better, doesn't mean you have to be jealous lance. i'm sure you'll find someone to read you a bed time story." Logan shot back, Making the geomancer blush and huff and go raise a hand. "Careful bub, you SURE you wanna pick a fight? if I'm just defending myself.." Logan said and he had a glint in his eye. "..Tch whatever. not even worth the effort. come on, let's go get something to eat. Oh, and Logan? one of your boy's pissed his pants." Lance said, turning away and leading the other mutants to their house. "..wait what?"

having gotten the soggy padding off and cleaning himself up as best he could, Bobby could tell he had a few damp spots on his pants but there was nothing he could really do about THOSE. he got the paper towel he'd used and the soaked padding in the plastic bag and tied it up tight, then put it in the back of his book bag. he had of course toyed with tossing it in the trash can in the room, but the thought of someone finding it wasn't all that fun to think about. And plus he wanted to show Logan WHY he wasn't wearing his diaper when he'd be checking in on him. with THAT in mind Bobby made his way out of the chem class, with a semi bounce in his step, feeling lighter and faster now that he wasn't crinkling and waddling from his huggies. he made his way to the front of the school, Planing on meeting up with Logan outside and spotted Jamie looking grumpy on the steps..and in soaked shorts. 'Ouch, guess I'm not the only one the tinkle fairy visited.' Bobby thought, feeling bad for Jamie and was about to over and comfort him when Jamie got up and dashed off. Following Jamie's gaze/the direction he was running off too, Bobby spotted Logan and smiled a little. 'Awww, must be happy Logan's here to save the day.' he thought, then the yelling started. "I'M NOT A BABY!" Jamie screamed, getting everyone's attention. '...or not.'

Logan was shocked to see Jamie coming up to him with soaked pants, but a quick whiff let him know it was JUST water, even if Jamie had tried to soak them he'd of been able to get a whiff of the urine. "Listen squirt I-" Logan tried to start but Jamie cut him off, clearly having had had a BAD day and thinking Logan was there to pamper him. "So either give me the dry pants or don't, I didn't pee my pants, and I don't need a stupid night time diaper!" Jamie screamed and stomped a foot. "Squirt, you need to calm down, I'm not hear for you, I'm just checking in on Bobby an-" Logan said, well aware of how many students just heard Jamie admit he wore diapers at night. With speed Logan hadn't expected, Jamie reached into the satchel and tugged out one of the bulky diapers and waved it around. "oh right! like this is just for Bobby! Don't lie to me! I know you think I'm just a big dumb..baby.." As Jamie waved the diaper around in the air, he turned to see Bobby who was frozen in place, and not by his powers, who was blushing badly and had started to wet himself. "Oh..uh.." Jamie gulped..and then also seemed to realize what all he had just said and that some of the students were recording him with their phones. (Diaper boy has a public meltdown would be trending world wide before the school day was over) His cheeks burned and he gulped looking around, then turns back to Logan with a sheepish grin on his face. "I..I kinda..just..really..messed up.." He said..trying to keep a smile on his face as the weight of what he had just done hit him. As the laughter and hoots started up Jamie whined and buried his face in Logan's side, even as a loud poot escaped and whether it was from nerves, some food not setting right, or just his big boy mind going bye bye for awhile, Jamie's shorts and undies started to puff out in the back as he filled them. Not to be outdone with his break down, Bobby took off running, his pants soaked and having left a smelly puddle on the steps of the school, bawling too and wailing "MR. LOGAN!" and soon was hugging the other side of Logan. Signing and patting both boys back, and wishing he'd had a clothespin for his nose, he let both little guys cry it out.

It was clear in the aftermath that neither boy was in any shape to stay at school. even if he took them home for a change, they would of been too mortified and too out of it for lack of a better term to go home. the problem there though was that his bike could only fit at best one of them, and there was no way he was leaving one of the little guys here alone. it was only the intimidating presence of Logan that was keeping the taunts and teasing long range, and Logan knew even if Chuck got to the students and wiped their minds, the video proof was already out there. 'the marvels of the internet.' Logan thought dryly. The solution to his problem soon appeared as Scott made his way over, with Jean and Kurt trailing behind. "Jeez what happened here?" Scott asked, holding his nose, but looking concerned. "Long story. Look, Give me the keys to your car, I need to get these two home." Logan said. Scott hesitated, looking at the soaked pants of Bobby, and then the baseball sized lump of brown in the back and the wetness in the front of Jamie's shorts. "it's..not that I don't feel for them, but I just had the seats redone an-" Scott started, and Logan gave him a glare that would of made the hulk flinch. "I mean ok..but..how am I getting home from school?" Scott said Meekly, fishing out his keys. Logan took the car keys and handed over the keys to his motorcycle. "If you bang it up, your dead." Logan said then lead the sniffling and whimpering boys off, they were both sucking their thumb now and had sadly for Logan wiped their noses on his shirt. before getting them in Scott's car Logan did decided to be a little nice..to both Scott and the boys, and get them changed. "Alright guys, lay down." He said gently, pointing to the ground. "Y-Y-Your not..gonna..here?" Bobby whimpered, pulling his thumb out. "We're mostly hidden by the cars and those icky pants and shorts CAN'T feel good." Logan said. Jamie was already on the ground, any and all fight out of him and kept his thumb in his mouth, though he'd scrunched up his face when he'd sat down. "i..I'm not wearing my diapie Mr. Logan." Bobby said as he slowly got down. "B-But it's cuz I soaked it and it was gonna leak!" he added quickly. "heh..then that's ok Little Bobby. you just let me get you guys alll cleaned up. Jamie, do you mind if I get Bobby changed first? he's gonna be a quick clean up." Logan said, giving Bobby a warm smile then turning his attention to Jamie. the little guy just shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'your the boss apple sauce' and kicked his legs a little, looking up at the cloud. 'ho boy..Chuck's gonna have to take a look at them after this.' Logan thought and got to work.

The brotherhood was coming back from doing a dash and grab at a local convince store, handing the snacks they'd looted back and forth though Fred (AKA the Blob) unsurprisingly was hogging most of them. they were cutting though the parking lot when a rotten smell hit them and three of the four boys turned to glare at Fred. "Really man? no warning or anything?" Toad whined, tugging his shirt up over his nose. "If it was me, you'd be dead." Fred growled. Pietro chose to say himself and went to dash off to escape the smell, but came back in a half a second, laughing. "oh my god! you guys are NOT gonna believe this! and Fred, your in the clear." he said, then lead the way. the evil teens made their way though the cars and were greeted wit the site of Bobby drake, sitting on his ass and sucking on his thumb in a t-shirt and childish diaper..while Jamie madrox had just finished getting his poopie backside wiped down and was being taped into anther one of the diapers. Lance couldn't tear his eyes away from how loving and caring Logan was as he looked after the two big babies, and then got them both buckled into the back seat of Summer's car. "Bwhahahaha! their X-babies! X-babies!" Toad laughed. "oh man, Dad's NEVER gonna believe this!" Pietro hooted. "ugh, man, what a stink! gonna make me lose my lunch..just gross right lance?" Fred asked. "..yeah..uh..disgusting." lance said. what he was thinking as he watched Logan use a trash back to gather up the clothes and toss them in the trunk before driving off with the two little guys though, was hope much he wanted to be one of them.

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stone-man-warrior · 4 years ago

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https://twitter.com/BBCPolitics/status/1329803055051788290

The Pope's Crucifix and use of it for saying and plotting terror updates, commands, marching orders:

There is a shire called Liecester in UK, and another one called Gliecester there too.

So, for this, specifically, Liecester & Glieseser are places that represent positions on the vertical axis of the Pope's Crucifix. There is a range that exists between Liesester & Glieceter.

Liecester = "The people who lie"

Gliecester = "The people who sing"

Gliecester are whistlebowers, reporters of crime & terrorism to law enforcement. Liecester are the people who the whistleblowers in the Glee Club of Gliesester are reporting about.

The liars of Liecester don't like being reported about, they don't like songs written about them.

On the vertical axis of the Pope's Crucifix, the liars of Liecester plot the depth's of knowledge about them, and other information about Liars and Singers in the Glee Club, so that other Liars can stay out of trouble, in Liecester.

The Glee Club does not have suitable representation at places where the Pope's Crucifix can be viewed.

There could be Tweets of the past to look at, to find instances when the range that exists between Liecester & Gleicester becomes smaller. If the Gliecester Glee Club has ever been reported to have performed in Liecester, that was bad for Liecester's Liars. The result may have been that the Glee Club from Gliecester could have been boo'ed offstage, or Worcestershire, tomatoe throwing could have happened. If tomatoes are thrown at the Glee Club while in Liecester, there is no way for the Glee Club of Gliecester to survive the incoming tomatoes when hurled by skilled liars of Liecester.

When things turn to the Worcestershire, then they start to go sideways, onto the horizontal axis of the Pope's Crucifix, for plotting. Worcestershire sauce, is made of fish. That's right, little tiny sardines are what the Worcestershire sauce is made of. Tastes good, somehow, but is made of old, fermented fish. It's fish wine, non-alcoholic, is like coffee without the caffeine, decaffeinated. So what is the point of having Worcestershire fish wine if it has no alcohol?

They will gladly show you the Worcestershire points, when it gets sideways at the Glee Club Concert from Gleicester, performed to the Liars of Liecester.

They pour the Worcestershire sauce all over the Free Range Chicken.

After the show, a Ox driven cart rolls through the streets of Liecester, picking up the debris left from tomatoe fight. The cart is driven by a Mongolian man who speaks Russian. There is a Japanese slave who is chained to the cart, picking up the remnants from the Choir Concerto. The Japanese man has a Hibichi bar-b-que on the cart, but no matches. The Ox, is a Canadian named Bleau. The Organ Grinder plays the bellows while his monkey collects valuables left by the crowd. The monkey ties the items onto the sides of the Ox Cart, as it goes clanging and klunking through the cobblestone streets of Liecester, until it's out of view, but can be heard, as it makes it's rounds.

This is the part where Catsup, is supposed to turn into Ketchup. Unfortunately, the Ketchup continues to lose ground to the Catsup at the store. It's Different Sauce. Happens when things get Worcestershire in Liecester. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBUu5HwIr8k

Bydio, the Ox Cart, happens at 11:12: (To read terror comm better, learn these titles to these songs, close your eyes, listen, and see the music in your mind. Let the London Symphony Orchestra, guide you.) (why are the Russian composer's titles all in French language? Hint: There is no Russia. There is Quebec, and, there is Mongolia. One has nothing to do with the other.)

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https://twitter.com/ReutersUK/status/1329848272568131584

The air-money is visible, cresting.

A crest is a crown. Sssshhhush, it's a secret.

Ever play air-guitar?

Air-money is like that, for Royals.

Monopoly money.

Have you ever been to an auction?

They have "lots" there. You can buy 'em.

You have to compete with other bidders, unless no one wants a lot. The auctioneer, says: "all this for one money" as he points to the lot. Then, real quick: "Going once, twice, souled!"

Someone gets a lot, for one money.

The auctioneers are "Yoddelers"

They sell someones baby, the estate where someone lived. They are "Baby Yoda-lers"

The baby Yodalers sell the baby, lots of them, all for one money. There is a Ox Cart that comes by, filled with air-money, to pay for the baby lots at the auction.

Someone sees that the money is fake, is air-money, chases the Ox Cart. The Ox Cart goes to the JP Morgain Chase Bank, the place where the air comes from, to turn up the gain on the air-guitar hi-gain crunch channel on the Pope's Flying V Guitar Rig, for air-guitar performance, through a stack of Marshall’s. The Pope, is the spokesperson for "The King", turns loose some lions where the chase happened.

Bit Coin is born. The Pope collects the souls, with a different Ox Cart. The auctioneers celebrate, they have a parade, and give thanks to the Pope and the King.

The have a feast. Thanksgiving to the Pope.

Then, there is an auction, where there are lots for sale, you can buy 'em.

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https://twitter.com/ABC/status/1329911713295179776

Mayfair = Mayflower

A boat.

The boat is filled with pirates at the Malls of America, where there is a circus, a carnival, Ferris wheel is inside there, has a theater, can get some pop corn if you want, and a large Soda for me and my friends and family on Black Friday. AAAaaarrgghhhhhh!

Wisconsin = wind; cons; sinning

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vxd4Hjun--s

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Must be a space auction.

Air-guitar.

Comes with a Cole Clark Angel, natural blonde, Acoustic Guitar from Zzounds Music, with a crooked tuning machine on the headstock at the small E string.

(See Tumblr post from a couple of days ago for more about the Air Guitar Bit Coin Money Machine. This is a bigger terror event than most. It’s important.)

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(Tumblr made me do this space addition twice so I could show you how terror is communicated, they don’t like it when the Glee Club sings songs about them or their friends in Leicester)

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Things to consider include that Space Blonde Angel has been up there for about twelve years, and no one has noticed. You have to trust your own memory for that, they purged all of the information, photos and videos of her from the internet. In fact that whole mission happened about twelve years ago, was presented again as new. The purpose for the rerun is that the information contained in it, combined with a plethora of other reruns on twitter, are Global Domination attack orders that already worked good in the past, so, rather than reinvent the wheel in the sky, they just do a rerun, while insisting it’s all new, just happened, is fresh, when more than a decade has passed since the introductory command order presentations of attack plans. Twitter news media, powered by Google from Verified Accounts makes it happen.

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https://twitter.com/CBSNews/status/1329936822231822336

Go find the things I wrote about “Space Karen” and how “Space Karen Trending” on Twitter was a set-up of communication from Twitter, so that terror operatives associated with the Wisconsin Mall Event could find further comm, about the planned event, to use for yet more comm, after the event, contained in a Tweet made by Bill Karins. who is the real space Karin that Musk Space Karen was pointing to.

Here, we see that the Wisconsin Mall event happened in Wuawatosa Wisconsin. That is the connection to Bill Karins and his terror crew at nbc/Universal/Comcast on Twitter as @BillKarins.

The connection can be seen in my previous observations and in depth reporting here on tumblr from a few days ago, where I pointed out that there was a Wah-Wah and a Hua Hua contained in information about a “Greek Hurricane” in nicoragua called “Iota”.

I suggested that “You have to bring your own Chi” about the Hua Hau that was happening in nicoragua at the time, per Mr. Karins, the real Space Karin for this Space Auction Yodelling at the Mall of America.

It all boils down to physical slaughtering of people somewhere on earth. We cannot know where the slaughtering is occurring by reading the information on Twitter, because it’s all old reruns, all of the news was presented long ago, the exact same tweets were reposted as new more than twelve years after the first introductory posting of them.

How are we to determine where the actual current Global Domination slaughtering is happening now?

You have to go to Rockefeller Center, find Lester Holdt, and make him talk. That’s how. Find David Letterman, and Jay Leno, make them talk.

Do that tonight before the show is over. Bring your own hospital. Bring your own Chi.

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Observation of the Mall of America Black Friday pre-show includes that CBS posted two 25 second clips of remarks made by the officer there, in rapid succession, one after the other. The two clip’s are identical to one another, but the text of the Tweeted information is different.

Worcestershire sauce happened at the Mall of America Black Friday Pre-show event. There were Free Range Chickens involved, I am confidant.

Other observation includes that the familiar “Schul Schut” news conference arrangement, stance, formation of multiple Public Safety Offices Representatives, is not present that I can see, so far. That translates to: “no ground was gained”

My assessment of those arranged news conferences where the representatives all stand in formation around a central speaker, is that what ever event that occurred and was being reported about rendered some ground somewhere. The more agencies present, then the more overtaken by Global Domination terror army is the geographic area of subject, which may not be the location of the news event. I want to advise that such events are arranged ahead of time for taking over substantial targets, such as entire LE offices, courthouses, schools, hospitals, county, state and federal buildings, so the staff at those places can be replaced with SAG Actors at the management and leadership levels, and Canadian terror soldiers who compose the majority of staff replaced.

I also want to advise that these kinds of takeovers have been going on for more than fifty years, so, over time, there are fewer real pubic safety, and increasingly more fake public safety, making very dangerous conditions for the remaining real public safety personnel.

Some speculation that may provide advantage to the real public safety is about Google and Sundar Pichai, and the news that is about Mr. Pichai. Sundar

Sunned Aarrgghhh!

A blessed terror leader, blessed by the Sun, the Pope. Both, are pirates who say: AAAaarrrggghhhh!

Pichai

Pitch. To throw. “The throw before the toss” from Ronnie James Dio and “The Last in Line.

AI = Artificial Intelligence. That means “Imposter Police” and the information such police say, command, order, carry out... all bullshit, Sundar is a major contribute to the bullshit presented by imposter police.

When the news stories are about the Google parent company called Alphabet, the news is somehow about orders from “The Text”, the Vatican, the one who blesses Sundar Pichai, Pope Francis, The Bergoglio.

Bergoglio

“Berrrrr but it’s cold here.”

Gog is short for Google.

Lio is the Lion, the King,

The Bergoglio is at the Vatican, controlling Google, with stings attached to Sundar Pichai, the Pitcher at the Baseball Ballgame.

They take US Military bases with use of the nitrous gas weapon, and mideaval tactics that are greatly enhanced with modern technology, commanded from the Vatican and Britain House of Lords. The orders reach Hollywood Terror Command at Screen Actor Guild, where the orders are transformed into workable planned screenplay ahead of time. Canadian terror army soldiers are provided to the SAG for carrying out the orders to attack, and take, valuable strategic targets without being detected.

Watch out for news about Alphabet.

“The Alphabet” when used openly in terror speak, is the conglomerate of all of the public safety agencies combined. FBI, nsa, ATF, USMC, USAF, USn, USPS even fits in there along with DHS (Dept. of Human Resources; Department of Health) and EVERY other agency where rules and regulations are generated, and enforced, so, DEQ, DMV, and the dog catcher, are inclusive of the proverbial terror alphabet.

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https://twitter.com/Pontifex/status/1329763925190172672

This looks like commands to purge old embarrassing and revealing information from the internet to me.

The Papal Panty Raid Like is another indication of the same terror comm. The order was preceded by a advisory statement to the Papal Pirate HQ from Epiphone at Hollywood terror command HQ, who saw that there was a problem, and made the advisory through promotional email from the music industry, Vatican Choir HQ. Before that, the advisory came from other, lower ranking members at Chicago Music Exchange, where the advisory seems to have been originated from. The logo for these is the one Epiphone normally reserves for there student models. It's a pair of girls panties.

This below is the same terror message presented with Different Sauce.

https://twitter.com/BBCNews/status/1329984769069899776

https://twitter.com/ReutersUK/status/1329862169022894080

These and other ways to say the same thing seem to be a call to Sundar Pichai to purge specific information from the internet, not just from the search capabilities, but to seek and destroy particular terror evidence from the internet.

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anna-kendrick · 4 years ago

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tag game ✨

I was tagged by @brookesdavisbaker & @beca-mitchell

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? pink

2. name a food you never eat. onions, eggs, peppers... & many others.. i’m unfortunately a very picky eater

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? warm

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? playing with my new kittens

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? wonderbar, crispy crunch, or dark chocolate bueno bars.. (all canadian i think lol) i guess but i don’t really like chocolate that much so i don’t eat it often

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? no but i’d prefer to not lmao

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? my cat’s name or telling my dog ‘no’

8. what is your favorite ice cream? idk if it counts but this blood orange frozen sorbet from goji’s (froyo place)

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? cranberry raspberry gingerale

10. do you like your wallet? one of the zipper things fell off so it’s annoying to open but otherwise yeah.. it’s just a simble brown faux leather one

11. what is the last thing you ate? my mom made brownies with caramel/pb/chocolate cream cheese icing... very good.. very bad for me

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nopee.. have bought other things tho

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? uhhh prob my friend competing at a swimming competition or a swimming competition i had with my littles.

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? kettle corn

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? siyona

16. ever been camping? yeah and i dislike bugs so not a huge fan

17. do you take vitamins? no but i should be..

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? no i’m not religious but i went to church as a kid and honestly it was so fun we played games and danced to pop jesus music.. gives me good memories

19. do you have a tan? i’m mixed so i’m naturally tan

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? pizza!!!!!!!!!!

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? only if they’re the enviro friendly/biodegradable ones.. canada is getting good with cardboard ones & banning single use plastic it makes me v happy :)

22. what color socks do you usually wear? i don’t wear socks but if i have to i prefer those thick worksman ones.. liked those before it became fall pinterest

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? i don’t have my lisence

25. look to your left, what do you see? the wall

26. what chore do you hate most? cleaning the litterbox

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? notice they’re australian? idk

28. what’s your favorite soda? coke

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru

30. what’s your favorite number? 13

31. who’s the last person you talked to? group chat..

32. favorite meat? beef

33. last song you listened to? currently listening to “undo it” by carrie underwood

34. last book you read? i haven’t read in like 2 years damn.. but a simple favor

35. favorite day of the week? saturday

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? absolutely not

37. how do you like your coffee? iced with caramel creamer & sugar free caramel syrup

38. favorite pair of shoes? my heeled combat boots

39. time you normally get up? 10am

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunset

41. how many blankets on your bed? 2

42. describe your kitchen plates: ugly patterns

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: old looking.. grey cabnits, ugly wall colour.. small.. but functional

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? raspberry sour puss, orange juice and sprite... tastes like candy and 100% is horrible for u

45. do you play cards? not often but ocasionally with friends

46. what color is your car? don’t have one but my mom’s is charcoal grey

47. can you change a tire? no..... lol

48. your favorite state or province? ontario or british columbia / boston & prob new york if i can ever get there..

49. favorite job you’ve had? synchronized / artistic swimming coach

i tag anyone else who wants to do it.. i don’t like tagging ppl in things bc i’m scared of ppl not wanting to be tagged lol

#these are funnn #text #tag game

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ohsh1t2wksl8 · 4 years ago

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Food Survey (#1)

Breakfast It’s the most important meal of the day! Do you even eat breakfast? I do eat breakfast every day. But if I eat it too early, my stomach gets upset and angry with me. What time do you typically eat breakfast? Lately, it’s been sometime around 8:00 AM, but once I head back to work, it’s going to switch back to 6:00 AM-ish, so my stomach is not going to be very happy with me. Would you say that breakfast is typically your largest meal of the day or your smallest meal of the day? Usually it’s my smallest meal of the day, unless I’m going out over the weekend to some big breakfast or brunch place. Do you like going out for a sit-down breakfast? I don’t typically go out to eat for breakfast, but Denny’s is probably the most well-known breakfast place around here - either that, or IHOP. Do you visit a coffee shop (ie: Tim Hortons, Starbucks, Dunkin’ Donuts) and place an order every morning? If so, what do you typically get? No, I’m too poor for that. I typically just eat or drink whatever it is that I have at home. How many different ways will you eat your eggs? I’ll eat them scrambled, hard-boiled, deviled, or over-medium. But I do need to take a Tums first, otherwise my stomach will get all messed up. How do you prefer your bacon to be cooked? I don’t want to still eat it raw, but I don’t want the extra-crispy version either. Have you ever had Canadian bacon before? Which do you like better? I prefer “American” regular bacon. Lol. Do you prefer sausage links or sausage patties? I’ll eat either. I’m not that picky. What do you prefer your sausage to be made out of? (chicken, pork, etc) Or do you not like sausage at all? I typically can’t tell the difference. Or maybe I can, but none of the ones that I’ve tried have tasted gross to me. Would you rather have a breakfast bowl, a breakfast sandwich, or a breakfast burrito, and why? These are all delicious options, I think it just depends on what I’m in the mood for. The two things I won’t eat are Breakfast Toaster Scramblers or Breakfast Hot Pockets, though. Blech. Do you prefer French toast, pancakes, or waffles, and why? Again, I’ll eat any of these three options, it really just all depends upon what I’m in the mood for at the time. Do you ever eat bagels for breakfast? If so, what type do you typically like, and what do you put on it? I’m boring and I only like butter on my bagels - I’m not a fan of cream cheese spreads. I either have plain or onion bagels. Do you ever make banana bread? With or without walnuts? How about pumpkin bread? With or without chocolate chips? I like making either of those, and I always throw in some chocolate chips. I don’t really like nuts in any of my foods, really. Do you prefer cereal bars or granola bars? Which flavors? I used to eat cereal bars all the time as a kid, but now I’m definitely all about the granola bars instead. I prefer them with peanut butter or chocolate chips. Do you ever eat cereal for breakfast? Or do you ever munch on it as a snack instead? What’s your favorite kind? I prefer French Toast Crunch or Waffle Crisp, but the latter doesn’t exist anymore, sadly. Do you put milk in your cereal, or do you eat it dry? If it’s a cereal like Cheerios or something, I’ll just eat it dry, since I have to take a Tums if I’m putting straight milk into my system without it being baked into something. Have you ever had biscuits and gravy? How about chicken and waffles? No, I’ve never tried either of those before, to be honest. Do you ever have steak or chicken fried steak with your eggs? No, I’ve had chicken-fried steak with mashed potatoes and broccoli before, and I’ve had steak with roasted potatoes, but neither of those meats with breakfast before. Do you ever eat cinnamon buns for breakfast? Yes, I’ve had some with regular icing, and I’ve had some with pumpkin spice icing before. Do you enjoy eating coffee cake for breakfast? It’s not one of my go-to breakfasts, but I have had it for this meal before. Do you like doughnuts? What is your favorite kind to eat? I like a lot of the cream-filled ones, for sure. Or those that are glazed. I hate the red jelly in my doughnuts, though. Blech. Have you ever had a crepe before? I do like crepes with strawberries, chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Yum. Would you rather have a croissant or a scone, and why? I think I’d rather have a flaky croissant. It would make a bigger mess, but scones have always seemed hard to me, and I’m not about that life. Do you have a preferred flavor of muffin to eat? I enjoy chocolate chip, blueberry, peach, and pumpkin muffins. Also double-chocolate muffins as well. When’s the last time that you had a toaster strudel? Which kind would you prefer? It’s been quite some time now. I do enjoy strawberry or raspberry ones. When’s the last time you had a Pop-Tart? Do you have any particular favorite flavors? It’s been a long time since I’ve had one of these as well. There are a few flavors that I can handle, such as S’mores, Hot Fudge Sundae, Wild Berry, and Cookie Dough, to name a few. Has anyone ever made Eggs Benedict for you before? Did you enjoy it? No, but it doesn’t look that appealing to me, so that’s okay. Have you ever been served breakfast in bed? What was the special occasion? No, but I used to do it as a kid for my mother for Mother’s Day. That much, I remember. When’s the last time you had an English muffin? Would you rather have this or a bagel instead? It’s probably been about a month. The only thing that I put on it for breakfast is butter. Otherwise I’ve done pizza bagels as well as pizza English muffins before. Do you ever have fruit salads for breakfast? What do you prefer to put in them? I’ve made them before - one I usually do is strawberries, green grapes, and mango chunks. The other one is raspberries, strawberries, and blueberries. Would you rather have hash browns or home fries, and why? Probably home fries or a hash brown patty, because it’s hard to get all those little pieces onto your fork in a civilized manner. Lol. What would you put into your omelette? I wouldn’t put anything in there. I think it’s a texture thing. I feel like I’m chewing on a sponge. Have you ever had a quiche for breakfast before? Yes, I love quiches! How do you like your toast, and what do you put on it? I like it lightly toasted, with butter and jelly or jam. Do you like to eat oatmeal? Do you prefer it to be warm or cold? What flavors do you enjoy? I don’t like to eat oatmeal at all. The smell itself is so off-putting that I’ve never actually tried to consume it before. Have you ever had a popover before? Do you like them? I’ve never had a popover before, so I can’t give an accurate answer about this. Do you know anyone who puts peanut butter on their toast? How about avocado? I’ve put peanut butter on my toast before, but I’ve never tried avocado on there before. It just doesn’t look appetizing to me. Do you have a favorite-flavored danish that you like to eat? No, I’m not a fan of those types of pastries, really. Do you ever eat yogurt for breakfast? Do you prefer it plain, or flavored? Yes or no to the fruit chunks? How about granola or chocolate flakes/candies in there? I can do flavored yogurts, with our without fruit chunks. I don’t like plain/vanilla yogurt. I don’t like granola in my yogurt, but I have had M&M’s or chocolate flakes in certain flavors before. Do you ever eat anything for breakfast that isn’t typically classified as a “breakfast food”? No, I always eat something breakfast-related for breakfast. What do you typically drink with your breakfast in the morning? (coffee, tea, juice, milk) I typically drink some mixed fruit juices that have been created by the Dole brand. Sometimes during the wintertime, I’ll have some hot chocolate. Very rarely will I have a specialized iced coffee drink, usually on a seasonal basis. I only drink hot tea when I’m feeling sick. [a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

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candyville · 3 years ago

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This is the ultimate list of Canadian candies

Since it is late January, many of us have fallen off the "Get Healthy New Years Resolution" train. Today let's celebrate failure by exploring the wicked world of Canadian candy. It's sort of a continuation of my last post about 17 delicious Canadian junk foods. This time around, I will focus on Canadian chocolate bars, Canadian candy, and Canadian chips. Junk food aisles in Canada have a lot of treats you can only find there. Candy and chocolate bars make great souvenirs for friends, or just for when you're feeling sweet. Canadian Chocolate Bars

📷📷Big Turk📷I have yet to eat a Big Turk. The more I talk about them, the more people tell me “You’ve got to have one”.”.”. Someday, I will, but when I'm buying chocolate or candy here in Canada, I end up buying my favourites. Pink Turkish Delight, a rosewater confection made with a gel of starch and sugar and coated in milk chocolate, makes up the big Turk. Supposedly, they're awesome, and those who like them rave about them and demand that they be sent from far away. Next time I feel like chocolate, I'm going to pick up this Canadian chocolate bar.

📷📷Coffee Crisp📷Coffee Crisp Chocolate bar is one of those bars that you grow to like as you get older. When I was younger, I thought these things were weird. My mom and grandma picked through my Halloween treats and did me a favour by eating them. As I grew up and developed a taste for coffee, these Canadian chocolate bars quickly became a favourite of mine. They are airy, wafery, and chocolatey. These fellows can be found just about anywhere Candy is sold in Canada.

📷📷📷Crispy Crunch📷It used to be possible to find Crispy Crunch chocolate bars in the United States, but now can only be found in Canada. It's basically a flattened bar filled with crispy, crunchy, flaky/chewy peanut butter.

📷📷Milk from Neilsons📷 This chocolate bar is known as one of Canada’s most creamy-milk bars. You can’t beat simple. And this is by far one of the simplest.

📷📷Sweet MarieSweet Marie Chocolate was inspired by a love story described in a poem titled "Sweet Marie". Raymond Moore put the poem to music, and the song took off. In response to this hit song/poem/story, a Canadian chocolate company created the Sweet Marie Chocolate Bar. The Sweet Marie is sort of similar to a Mr Big. It has rice crisps, peanuts, caramel, and chewy nougat. Cadbury Pep BarThese mint chocolate bars remind me of my Grandma. I don't know what it is about older women and mint chocolate, but they just gobble that stuff up. Cadbury Pep Bars aren't very popular, and they can be hard to find. I'm guessing that Grandma's across Canada are snatching them up like hotcakes. It’s a working theory…

📷📷📷Aero📷My personal favourite chocolate bar is the Aero. It's not unique to Canada (I've had one in Australia before), but it's popular here. Aero has expanded into other flavours, such as caramel, orange, and mint, but the original milk chocolate Aero is the most popular. The texture is fun, quirky, and melts in your mouth.

📷📷Caramilk📷A Caramilk bar is my fiancé's favourite chocolate bar. Caramilk bars are essentially a bar of squares, each filled with caramel and encased in milk chocolate. This is a chocolate that can be easily broken into smaller pieces. The Canadians love them.

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knightoflodis · 3 years ago

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Canadian Smarties are just M & Ms. Your “Crispy Crunch” looks link butterfingers. If “Caramilk” is just chocolate and caramel, we have Ghirardelli caramel chocolates. If “Mars Bars” are just chocolate, caramel, and nougat, then we have Milky Ways. Don’t know if we have a Coffee Crisp equivalent. Also. I grew up on the chalk smarties and I love ‘em. So :P

The United States is inferior to Canada in at least one way. We both have Smarties but while ours is a delicious brightly coloured candy coated chocolate the American Smarties is a vile tasting tablet in a range of boring pastels that has the taste and texture of poorly flavoured chalk. The vileness does make sense considering it comes from New Jersey. They also don't have Caramilk, Coffee Crisp, Mars Bars or Crispy Crunch. Basically the twelfth fattest country has shit candy.

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years ago

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Food Survey (#1) Breakfast

It’s the most important meal of the day! Do you even eat breakfast? Not usually. Well, unless you want to get technical, in which case I do since breakfast is the first meal you eat after you break fast. I’m guessing that’s not what you mean, however, so my original answer stands.

What time do you typically eat breakfast? If I do eat breakfast, it’s more like a late lunch or dinner cause I don’t even get up until like 3-330PM, sometimes 4.

Would you say that breakfast is typically your largest meal of the day or your smallest meal of the day? My breakfast generally just consists of some scrambled or a couple sunny side up eggs.

Do you like going out for a sit-down breakfast? Yeah, once in awhile. Haven’t been able to do that in awhile, though.

Do you visit a coffee shop (ie: Tim Hortons, Starbucks, Dunkin’ Donuts) and place an order every morning? If so, what do you typically get? I kinda wish I could get my coffee from somewhere everyday, ideally handed to me when I get up everyday haha, but no I generally just have my coffee at home from my Keurig that I drag myself outta bed to make myself. Sigh. haha. When I do get coffee from somewhere I usually get a regular coffee with cream and sugar or sometimes a flavored mocha or latte, depending on where I go.

How many different ways will you eat your eggs? Scrambled, sunny side up, over-easy, hard boiled, deviled, or an egg sandwich.

How do you prefer your bacon to be cooked? I don’t like bacon.

Have you ever had Canadian bacon before? Which do you like better? Blechhhh, yes. I don’t like the taste, but it’s the texture that really makes me gag.

Do you prefer sausage links or sausage patties? I don’t like sausage either. I’m weird.

What do you prefer your sausage to be made out of? (chicken, pork, etc) Or do you not like sausage at all? Like I said, not a fan.

Would you rather have a breakfast bowl, a breakfast sandwich, or a breakfast burrito, and why? I loveee breakfast burritos.

Do you prefer French toast, pancakes, or waffles, and why? I’d eat either one, but french toast and waffles are the best. I haven’t had any of those in a long time, though.

Do you ever eat bagels for breakfast? If so, what type do you typically like, and what do you put on it? I haven’t had a bagel in years, but I do like them. I prefer regular or strawberry cream cheese.

Do you ever make banana bread? With or without walnuts? How about pumpkin bread? With or without chocolate chips? I’ve never made either one, but I do loveeee banana bread with no nuts. I’ve never had it with chocolate chips. I don’t like pumpkin flavored anything.

Do you prefer cereal bars or granola bars? Which flavors? I like both, I used to have them all the time. My favorite cereal bars were Fruity Pebbles, Trix, Lucky Charms, and Honey Nut Cheerios. My favorite granola bars were the Quaker Oats ones like chocolate chip, peanut butter, and s’mores or this other brand, Sunbelt, that made delicious oat and honey granola bars. I don’t know how people like Nature’s Valley granola bars, they’re hard as rocks. Ooh, I like those Nutri-grain bars, too.

Do you ever eat cereal for breakfast? Or do you ever munch on it as a snack instead? What’s your favorite kind? I’ve had it for breakfast and as a snack. Cereal always hit different late at night. I liked snacking on certain ones by itself without milk, too. My favorite cereals are basically all the sugary ones like Fruity Pebbles, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, French Toast Crunch, Waffle Crisp, Lucky Charms, Trix, Life, Cap’n Crunch Berries, Frosted Flakes, Honey Nut Cheerios, Frosted Cheerios... you get the idea.

Do you put milk in your cereal, or do you eat it dry? I like it both ways.

Have you ever had biscuits and gravy? How about chicken and waffles? Biscuits and gravy are delicious. I’ve never tried chicken and waffles.

Do you ever have steak or chicken fried steak with your eggs? I don’t like either one.

Do you ever eat cinnamon buns for breakfast? I tend to eat those for dessert, but yeah I have had them as a breakfast side to enjoy with my coffee.

Do you enjoy eating coffee cake for breakfast? I’ve been obsessed with Hostess’ coffee cakes for the past few months, they’re so good. I have one everyday with my coffee. I’ve had coffee cake from Starbucks and Panera Bread, and honestly I much prefer the Hostess’ ones.

Do you like doughnuts? What is your favorite kind to eat? Yesss. I like a good ol’ fashioned glazed donut, maple, and a frosted one now and then. I really like Hostess’ glazed, powdered, and chocolate donuts, too, as well as Entenmmen’s.

Have you ever had a crepe before? I’ve had the dessert kind, which are delicious. I had one with bananas and chocolate--yum.

Would you rather have a croissant or a scone, and why? Croissants are delicious.

Do you have a preferred flavor of muffin to eat? Banana without the nut, lemon poppyseed, and blueberry are my favorites.

When’s the last time that you had a toaster strudel? Which kind would you prefer? Wow, it’s been a really long time. Like, possibly not since my late teens or early 20s. Anyway, I’ve had strawberry, cream cheese and strawberry, and raspberry. My only complaint about those are that the little icing packets they provide are not enough icing.

When’s the last time you had a Pop-Tart? Do you have any particular favorite flavors? It’s been a few years, but I used to have ‘em all the time. My favorites are the frosted strawberry and frosted brown sugar cinnamon.

Has anyone ever made Eggs Benedict for you before? Did you enjoy it? Blech, it has Canadian Bacon.

Have you ever been served breakfast in bed? What was the special occasion? Yeah. There were times it was because I was sick or bed ridden (like after having surgery) in which case all my meals were brought to me in bed, or because my mom made/bought me food just because.

When’s the last time you had an English muffin? Would you rather have this or a bagel instead? Uhhh. Not sure exactly, but it’s been a long time. I like both, just depends what I was in the mood for.

Do you ever have fruit salads for breakfast? What do you prefer to put in them? I don’t have fruit salads ever.

Would you rather have hash browns or home fries, and why? Mmm, hash browns.

What would you put into your omelette? Cheese, spinach, and green onion. Back in the day I would have added spicy stuff, but I can’t have that anymore :(

Have you ever had a quiche for breakfast before? Not for breakfast, but I’ve had quiche before.

How do you like your toast, and what do you put on it? I don’t want it burnt, but I want it to be browned with lots of butter. Toast and sunny side up eggs together are really good, too.

Do you like to eat oatmeal? Do you prefer it to be warm or cold? What flavors do you enjoy? Yeah. Most definitely hot. I just have it with condensed milk, brown sugar, and cinnamon sprinkled on top.

Have you ever had a popover before? Do you like them? I have not.

Do you know anyone who puts peanut butter on their toast? How about avocado? I put peanut butter sometimes, it’s good. When I was a kid I used to put peanut butter and sprinkled some sugar on top--don’t knock it ‘til ya try it. I’ve actually never had the infamous avocado toast, but I’m sure I’d like it.

Do you have a favorite-flavored danish that you like to eat? Cheese danish.

Do you ever eat yogurt for breakfast? Do you prefer it plain, or flavored? Yes or no to the fruit chunks? How about granola or chocolate flakes/candies in there? Not a yogurt fan. Although, when I was a kid I used to eat Gogurts and Trix yogurt lol.

Do you ever eat anything for breakfast that isn’t typically classified as a “breakfast food”? Hmm. I think when I have breakfast it’s typical breakfast foods.

What do you typically drink with your breakfast in the morning? (coffee, tea, juice, milk) I drink coffee everyday regardless.

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eyesonworldcultures · 5 years ago

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Popular Canadian Snacks You Won't Find in the U.S.

Canada is often seen as a bastion of manners and maple syrup, but another defining trait that often goes unmentioned is its unique snack selection. While a few Canuck dishes, such as poutine, have found their way across the border and onto menus around the U.S., some Canadian chocolate bars, chips, and desserts have remained exclusive to their northern home. In honor of Canada Day on July 1, here are nine popular Canadian snacks that are worth the trip across the border.

Coffee Crisp

This coffee-flavored chocolate bar originated in Canada and is still made in the same Toronto factory to this day. Created by Rowntree’s candy company (now Nestlé) in 1939, Coffee Crisp is made up of light layers of vanilla wafer and a fluffy, coffee-flavored foamed candy, all covered with a thin milk chocolate coating. Despite a long-running petition and an eventual early-2000s introduction to the U.S. market, in 2009, Coffee Crisp went back to being exclusive to Canucks, who consistently make it (and its unmistakable yellow wrapper) one of the country’s top-selling candy bars.

Butter Tarts

Somewhere between a sugar pie and a pecan pie lies the butter tart, a muffin-tin-sized dessert delicacy that Canadians take very seriously. The first recipe was published in a 1900 cookbook in the province of Ontario, where today the tiny treat is honored with two popular butter tart trails, multiple butter tart festivals and even its own postage stamp. Despite the efforts of some Canadian transplants to recently bring the dessert to New York City, the humble butter tart, with its decadent pastry crust and gooey corn syrup filling, remains almost entirely, and very ubiquitously, Canadian.

Hawkins Cheezies

One of Canada’s best secret snack weapons has to be Hawkins Cheezies. The texture is very similar to a Cheeto, but with an even firmer crunch and a sharp aged cheddar coating that any serious-snacking Canadian could pick out of a taste test. The snack is still produced in Belleville, Ontario, about 120 miles east of Toronto, and in a very wholesome Canadian manner, the business has remained entirely family owned and independent since the 1940s. Hawkins Cheezies don’t even advertise for fear of increasing market share and, subsequently, production — they like their work-life balance just fine, thank you! Cheezies are the only product Hawkins has ever made — and they’re still making them on the original 1949 machine.

Smarties

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Ketchup Chips

Ketchup may be an all-American condiment, but as a chip flavor, it’s distinctly Canadian. Ketchup chips were introduced to Canucks by the Hostess chip company (now Lay’s) in the 1970s, and they’ve been a national staple ever since. Although the sweet-and-vinegary snack has had a U.S. presence since the 1980s via the Herr’s snack company in Pennsylvania, the flavor hasn't gained much popularity and remains near impossible to find (unlike that other uniquely Canadian chip, All Dressed, which has picked up steam stateside in recent years). Canadians living in the U.S. know to task visitors with bringing Lay’s Ketchup Chips across the border, lest they pay top dollar for a bag online.

Coffee Crisp

Butter Tarts

Hawkins Cheezies

Smarties

It’s true that the U.S. does have Smarties, but they’re altogether different than Canada’s candy of the same name. Canadian Smarties are rainbow-colored, candy-coated chocolates — think M&M’s, but a little wider, flatter, and with a slightly crunchier coating. (Plus they come in a box, the shaking sound of which evokes major nostalgia for Canadians.) So why does the name overlap? The chocolate Smarties originated in the U.K., and when they were introduced to North America, the name was already trademarked in the U.S. The sugary tablet candies that America calls Smarties also exist in Canada — only there, they’re called Rockets.

Jos Louis

America has no shortage of packaged snack cakes, but they sure don’t have the Jos Louis, a beloved staple of Canadian lunch boxes for decades. Created by the Vachon company in Quebec in 1932, the Jos Louis is similar to a Ding Dong or even a whoopie pie, but is wholly its own thing: It consists of two round red velvet cakes, a lightly sweetened cream filling and a milk chocolate shell that has just the right crunch — especially if you snack hack it and put it in the fridge or freezer. The French-Canadian name has caused some confusion over the years: “Jos” is pronounced as “Joe,” and “Louis” as “lou-ee,” named in honor of the Vachon family’s sons, Joseph and Louis. While this Canadian treat is primarily only available in Canada, Jos Louis and some Vachon products have been spotted at Jewel-Osco stores throughout the Midwest.

Hickory Sticks

Hickory Sticks are an underappreciated but steadfast staple of Canadian chip aisles. The small potato sticks, coated in a smoky, addictively salty hickory flavor, were introduced in the 1970s by the former Hostess chip company (now Lay’s), the country’s top chip brand through the ‘80s and ‘90s. The humble cult favorite hasn’t changed much over the years, but Hickory Sticks have found a new life as toppings for salads, stews, and even hot dogs in restaurants around the country.

Caramilk

It’s a simple concept: pockets of delicious caramel encased in small squares of milk chocolate. But the Cadbury candy company has been teasing its top secret way of getting the caramel inside the Caramilk bar for almost 50 years. The secret, according to the company, is sealed in a vault in Toronto, the only place the bar is manufactured (and, enviably, where the factory fills the residential neighborhood with the sweet smell of milk chocolate). The U.S. has its own version of the Caramilk — the Caramello — but its chewier texture can’t compare with Canada’s gooey golden filling.

Thrills Gum

A chewing gum that tastes like soap has bizarrely been a corner store mainstay in Canada for decades. Technically, the flavor of the candy-coated gum tablets is rosewater, a result of the perfume-inspired flavors that were taking off in candy shops in the 1950s and 1960s. The gum was created by the O-Pee-Chee Company in London, Ontario, and still bears its trademark retro purple and yellow packaging to this day. Thrills’ sudsy reputation has become a point of pride for the company, which still sells the gum in candy stores and online — the package now reads: “It still tastes like soap!”

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