#is friend to the 🏳️‍🌈

[hislittleraincloud]

Listen...

I'm a soda junkie (my terrible teeth can attest to that). I used to drink a 2 Liter of Mountain Dew every day for a couple of years when I was up all night writing my other screenplays, and I am always up to try new flavors (I'm still missing Mango Pepsi 😞) of most brands. But I won't drink Fanta and haven't in ten years; I drank it once in Slovakia when there was nothing else at the little vending machine where I was waiting for the train...they had Peach Fanta, so I tried it... wasn't bad, wasn't great.

Fun fact for those who don't know, or a friendly reminder for those who do: Fanta was invented for Nazi Germany.

With that one exception, I don't buy Fanta, hadn't/haven't for several years upon learning that little tidbit. Sure, I should also eschew all Coke products for being Nazi collaborators, but I don't buy much Coke or Coke products either (though sometimes I just crave a Mexican Coke since there's real sugar in it). I stick to mostly Pepsi products — Gatorade 😶, mostly — and for about a couple of years back, I'd have a 20 ounce of Sunkist Orange every day, because I developed a taste for orange soda somehow after years of hating it (though that was the same with Gatorade...I hated it growing up, but living in a place where I sweat a lot and don't tolerate plain water very well, my taste buds started accepting it). It became my favorite flavor, and if Junkie Cat Lady (a.k.a. Neighbor Wife) was still around, she could attest to that since she would bring me a Sunkist any time she wanted something from me. It isn't the best orange soda by any means...I like Frostie Orange (I also loooove Frostie Blue, and always have one of those after finishing a chapter), but I love, looooove San Pellegrino Aranciata Rossa, which is probably my favorite. Their regular orange/Aranciata is pretty great too. Alta Palla (organic, with fair trade sugar and minimal ingredients) also has a good blood orange flavor, but it's hard to find for me here. My second fruit flavor fave is strawberry, unless you count Coco Rico, which is a Puerto Rican brand of coconut extract soda. I could mainline Coco Rico for the rest of my life. For me, that stuff is liquid gold.

All of that said...I know you bitches are gonna be buying the shit out of this crap because of the cans, but can we not.

God damn it. Why'd it have to be orange? And FANTA, for fuck's sake.

As an old and cranky adult I really can't stand movie tie-ins (like those ridic Fudge Stripes I posted the other day). Hell, I can't stand celebrity promoted products, since they're just doing it for the bag and pushing unhealthy shit on people (like that Doritos Dinamita garbage Ortega so cutely promoted in that Superbowl commercial...their taste was mid and 'off' to me, and I got sick...it was only after I read the ingredients to see that they put fucking sucralose, a.k.a. Splenda, in those damn things, and my body doesn't tolerate that crap well at all...why do honey mustard chips that already have sugar, molasses, brown sugar AND honey in them need sucralose?! Sucralose is garbage and, like all NNSes, alters your gut biome and not for the better.)

Speaking of unhealthy and/or Only Assholes Do This Shit shit, another fun fact about that Superbowl commerical that I noticed immediately since I was a lifelong hardcore* One Life to Live fan: One of the abuelitas was portrayed by Patricia Mauceri, who played Carlotta Vega, Dorian Lord's maid until they gave pushed her into the forefront to tell the story of a poorer Latino fam amongst rich white people...and Mauceri was fired for not wanting to play Carlotta as accepting a gay kid because it conflicted with her religious beliefs, and before any y'all buffer her response with her soft lie that "it wasn't the story per se, it was how it was presented" (as she tried to say), she said quite plainly that "I was not only uncomfortable but I knew that it was going to be a betrayal of my character and my life." That's how Jesus Beaters and practicing Catholic religious Latinos can be. At least the other abuelita was portrayed by Olivia Negron (who portrayed a lesbian on 21 Jump Street in 1990)...but I digress.

The Gemini Collector in me is torn between my values and my desire to put the cans on my shelf along with the Superman/Wonder Woman can and the New York Seltzer cans that I've collected. I'll likely just cave, because my protests will go unheard and uncared for, just like every other goddamn thing I've 'stood for'. I mean, I stopped consuming Pepsi products for about ten years back in the 90s/beginning of the Naughties because they dropped Madonna's commercial due to the religious right's protests (her "Make a Wish" commercial that featured the song "Like a Prayer" (hat tip to Ryan Reynolds here) aired only once during The Cosby Show on March 2, 1989 and was pulled after religious groups got all pissy about the actual video, which aired the day after). Religion that gets in the way of art instead of encouraging it (and this includes book bans and all of the anti-gay shit) is brain rot, and that's what we're dealing with when we talk about Catholics (especially Latino Catholics...I should know, my father and his fam are all stereotypical Mexican Catholics) and the 🏳️‍🌈.

Once again, I digress. I can't blame the weed, so I'll blame the oxy.

[taktitty]

Teammates, Friends?

[ewwww-what]

The moment when you find exactly what you were looking for (it was your best friend the whole time)

(close-ups below & my commission info)

[ophernelia]

@savrob: courtside with a bad bitch 🤪

[courtesanofdeath]

✦ Hinoe ✦

[thatweirdredperson]

happy gay month n smiling friends sunday everybwody ❤️

[thonkphonk]

"Sometimes it takes a real man to be best girl" but instead of a femboy it's just Strohl.

[jaylynx1412]

3 Japanese guys at a studio sometime in 2022:

[the-patchwork-girl-of-oz]

The concept of the Oz books was that Baum was getting letters to Dorothy about her adventures and writing them in books.

Therefore Dorothy discribed Ozma like this to him.

[childaintit]

Modern au subaru and Julius (theyre gym bros heh)

What Julius was looking at :

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

stan: how can you be polyamorous and aroace, or…whatever mabel called it?

ford: in my case, i have my family and i have my platonic polycule. i would prefer to never have to interact with anyone outside these two groups

stan: what about soos and wendy? they’re not in either of those groups

ford: first of all, i am soos’ uncle, second of all, are you saying you don’t believe i would both die and kill for wendy?

stan: you’ve got a weird way of defining family, six

ford: it’s my favorite way

[feroluce]

So this ficlet-ish thing was inspired by @hydrachea, nsfw super genius extraordinaire, but also by the fact that in addition to Boothill's left eye being cybernetic, I like to hc even the parts of him that look human aren't fully natural. I mean the dude eats bullets, after all. I think he should also have vents in his mouth so he can literally blow smoke/steam, it would look super cool. Think Father Gascoigne or Studio BONES' Todoroki. We as a fandom deserve that!!

So anyway, of course, sometimes these vents get blocked up and need to be cleaned manually. Thankfully, Dan Heng is super helpful ☆

Like there's one day where Boothill is lazing around in the archives, fresh off a bounty and happily soaking up the luxury of the Astral Express after however long he's spent tracking his prey through all the dust and dirt with almost no rest.

Boothill likes it in the archives. It's not silent, but it's quiet. There's no music and only muffled voices from outside, but there's the hum of all the computer systems. It makes for a nice place to hide away and recharge when he's just finished exhausting himself.

And besides, Dan Heng is there.

Sometimes the two of them talk back and forth, but today it's mostly quiet...except for-

"I didn't know it was possible for you to get sick."

...Except for Boothill having to constantly clear his throat. That's the thing about your mark trying to flee into the desert. You either go after them and get sand everywhere (and even worse, sticky sand once it gets all bloody) or you wuss out and lose out on the bounty. Personally, Boothill likes being able to afford to eat.

"Grit's stuck in a vent somewhere, 'n' the usual maintenance ain't gettin' it. I'll prob'ly have ta manually dig it out." But later, when he's not laid out half asleep on Dan Heng's extra futon. Usually after a chase as long as this one took, he can shut down for almost a full day. He doesn't want to get up yet.

Something shadows over him, and reflex demands Boothill's eye open. Dan Heng steps around him on his way to some drawer built in the wall on the other side of the room or something. Boothill closes his eye again.

From under his hat he hears the sounds of rummaging, drawers sliding open and shut, the swish of a long coat. The shadow returns.

"Sit up, just momentarily. I have something to help." And Boothill groans a tired don't wanna, but he does it anyway, he hauls himself upright into a kneel. And then he sits up a little straighter because he realizes Dan Heng is standing right over him.

Dan Heng tells him "open your mouth," and Boothill's jaw pops open without his permission, without even a second thought, and hey, what protocol in there ok'd THAT?!?!

Before he can really unpack whatever the heck that just was, though, Dan Heng murmurs for him to say so if he needs them to stop, and then he's sliding a long, hard rod down Boothill's throat, tipped with some soft little brush he probably uses for all his fancy archival equipment.

Dan Heng tells him the handle of the brush is straight and can't be bent, he needs to move his head to be able to reach the vent in his throat. Boothill hums affirmatively; he can't do anything else with his mouth occupied.

Dan Heng's free hand holds him by his jaw, tilts it up slowly but firmly so he has to look straight up at him.

Boothill feels dizzy.

The cycle of blue blood through his artificial heart whirrs just a bit faster, his temperature sensor pings an internal alarm to warn for imminent overheating. Boothill curls his fingers into the guard over his knee as Dan Heng carefully brushes at the dust irritating him. All other sounds- the hum of running equipment, the occasional beep from the computers, the noise of the crew outside of this room- seem to pull away, until all Boothill can focus on is the steady and measured breathing from the man above him.

"Almost done."

Thank the aeons, maybe one of them likes him after all.

"Your tongue is in the way... I'm going to hold it down, ok?"

Nevermind.

The fingers holding his jaw curl around his chin, thumb slipping past open lips to dip into his mouth and pin down his tongue. One of his teeth catch on the digit, breaking skin just enough to bleed a drop where he can taste it. Dan Heng doesn't even flinch. Another temperature alarm pings off in his brain, then another, then another.

Boothill has never been shy about eye contact but oh, god, it nearly kills him when dull green irises flick away from their task and look down right at him as his mouth is held open. He quickly squeezes his own eye shut for some relief.

With his vision cut off, the rest of his senses automatically recalibrate to compensate. He can hear every breath even more distinctly now, every soft inhale and exhale, feel the strain in his neck, the softness of the brush, the hard floor beneath his knees, the hand holding his jaw and the fingerprints that feel like they should leave burns in his skin, the taste of Dan Heng heavy on his tongue-

Forget it, eye open, eye open!!

"Alright. There's one last pebble stuck."

Boothill had been trained to endure torture, back on his homeworld. It was part of being in a gang, part of being a bounty hunter.

Somehow, keeping himself quiet and still as Dan Heng inches the brush even further down the back of his throat is a profoundly similar experience.

The seconds tick by, Dan Heng's brow furrowing, face growing ever more concentrated and Boothill struggles not to watch him too closely, fights down the noise that suddenly tries to escape him as the brush withdraws-

"Swallow."

Stars and aeons, Dan Heng is going to be the death of him.

Boothill swallows. He feels it when the movement finally dislodges the loosened pebble from his vent.

His face feels shockingly cold now bereft of touch, even though Dan Heng's hands are always cool. He asks to see, and Boothill's mouth is already open again to show him, even as he belatedly realizes he could have just told him it had worked.

"Good." There's the slightest smile on Dan Heng's lips as he finally, mercifully, leans back out of his personal space, goes to put away the brush. "That should feel better now." Boothill spends a moment dizzy and dazed, feeling the need to blink spots out of his eye even though his vision is clear. He still hasn't moved off his knees.

What the fudge.

[yache-berries]

pokémon really gave us passionate aging artists and Symbolism in their newest games, didn't they...

[gorescreamingshow]

the way this stuff keeps happening to him... 🤨

[junos-cacophony]

“what if you’re just confused about your feelings? 🥺👉👈”

what if i smashed your head against the counter at 3:42AM on a Saturday night

[wildflowercryptid]

doodles of cliff at 29 years old, thriving while living in mineral town & making new friends during his delivery trips to forgotten valley!