#it tastes better then the american suckers

[thelonemusketeer]

chupa chups

Chupa Chups is a Spanish brand of lollipop and confectionery company found in over 150 countries around the world. The brand was founded in 1958 by Enric Bernat, and is currently owned by the Italian-Dutch company Perfetti Van Melle. The name of the brand comes from the Spanish verb chupar, meaning "to suck".

[with-my-calamitous-love]

I APOLOGIZE IF ITS A LITTLE TOO MUCH, JUST A LITTLE TOO SOON

kirishima x reader

thoughts on how kirishima acts in a relationship

inspired by so american

eijiro kirishima, who texts you goodmorning and goodnight religiously. you're the first person he wants to talk to in the morning and the last person he wants to hear from before he drifts off. his face turns almost as red as his hair and eyes whenever his phone lights up with a buzz, seeing that you've replied to him. he saves your contact with a <3 right next to your name. your photo is a picture he snapped of you wearing one of his tank tops, sitting loosely on you. normally his sculptured biceps fill out the fabric to the brim, but he prefers the way you wear it. he wants to stare at you every time he picks up the phone in the morning to text you.

eijiro kirishima, who lets you help him dye his hair after the third time you insist on it. he feels a slight hint of embarrassment, thinking its un-manly to need help with a simple task, but after the first couple of rounds he insists on you doing it. he loves the way your fingers weave delicately through his hair, touching up his roots and treating him like he’s a glass sculpture. and afterwards while he waits for it to set he’ll help you with menial tasks in return- like finishing your algebra (not that he’s any better, but he means well) or making you a quick dinner. he’s an expert when it comes to self-care, and knows that working out and eating well isn’t healthy if its not accompanied by nourishing your happiness. he knows what candy’s to bring to pick up for you while he’s purchasing his dye, what movies to play in the background while he’s letting his hair soak, and exactly how to hug you when it’s all done.

eijiro kirishima, who becomes a sucker for sappy love songs once you get him introduced to it. at first, he hums along to your playlist in the car. then he’s following the artists you like on instagram and keeping up with their recent music. then it’s actively going out of his way to listen to them because each line about love and longing is about you. he makes a playlist titled [y/n] <3 and its all the songs that have made you come up in his head. little do his gym friends know that he’s streaming the tortured poets department while he’s lifting weights DOWN BAD CRYING AT THE GYM ANYONE

eijiro kirishima, who absolutely loves anything you create. muffins, bread, brownies- you’ve suddenly tested his willpower when it comes to his rigid diet. but he can’t help himself- everything tastes better when he knows you’ve put the time and effort into it. with so many eyes watching the young hero, he often forgets to properly feed himself- which is when you come in, always reminding him to eat. when he’s not looking, you’ll slip an extra treat or two in his bag, and come home greeted with a hug and kiss of gratitude for keeping his tummy full.

eijiro kirishima, who comes to you seeking refuge from his insecurities. he has quirk envy badly, sometimes just staring at the heroes he sees around him and wonders how he could ever live up to them. he feels as though he pails in comparison, not knowing how to articulate his worries into words. sometimes he’ll simply hug you, resting his chiseled chin on your shoulder while a huff escapes his lips. he doesn’t need to say anything because you know him. you know how he gets in his head. so you kiss his temples and remind him that he is exactly how he should be. that he’s enough. enough to be strong. enough to be a great hero. enough to be the red riot you love so much. he’s enough for you. and thats what plants are smile on his face as he leans in to kiss you. it’s enough for him too.

eijiro kirishima, who loves showing you off at the gym. mostly to his friends, who comment on how he seemingly never shuts up about you- but a part of him finds pride in the jealous stares others give him. he almost wants to give them a look of ‘i know, right?’ while they admire your beauty, the way you look when sweat ripples down your skin and your cheeks are flushed pink. but he feels sorry for them. sorry that they can’t have you they he’s got you. his eyes sparkle when he sees you pushing yourself, feeling inspired that he now has someone to be so proud of. he’s always proud of you.

eijiro kirishima, who worries he’ll mess it up with you. that it’s all too good to be true- that theres no way he got so lucky so young. he worries you’ll grow bored, tired, or sick of him. he worries you aren’t as in love with him as he is with you. because eijiro kirishima is so, so in love with you. he knows this is love because he sees more than just a high-school fling, he sees the future. he sees someone he will always run to with open arms. and when you kiss him back, arms wrapped around him in a tender embrace, he gets the feeling that you’re so in love with him, too.

[tessa-quayle]

FanFiction Recommendations

before I disclose my favorite Pedro Pascal character-related fan fiction here, a few caveats and disclosed biases: I’m a woman of a certain age.  I was your average English lit major.  I’m the dork who - upon listening to Jewel’s debut album and hearing the lyric “you can be Henry Miller and I’ll be Anais Nin” in the mid 1990s  - legit hauled my ass to the local public library and looked up Anais Nin - using the Dewey Decimal system - to read her elevated smut.  Right now I’m a content but exhausted, ragey American woman in a mid-life crisis.  I hate bullshit, I have an ok attention span, I scroll/read after the family’s gone to bed.  

if you look at my semi-neglected Tumblr page, you’ll see I’m relatively new to the Pedro fandom.  What a privilege to dive into really superb writing.  This is clearly not an exhaustive list and reflects my tastes (and to each her/his/their own)!  But if you’re an exhausted parent in a mid-life crisis and have no time, this may be for you! 

in no particular order...

@fuckyeahdindjarin - masterlist - Cee describes herself as a writer who pens romantic comedies - and she does a stellar job with them - but she sells herself short and fails to mention the sex scenes she writes are hot.  especially love the consent series (dieter bravo), the grays 2-part series (frankie morales), and of course, the ongoing joel miller/pin series.  a delightful mix of angst, sweetness, spice.  and a thoughtful writer with an inclusive mindset. 

@absurdthirst - masterlist - if you told me Keri has a few stories published in several “best of erotica” anthologies, I’d believe you.  good smut is fucking hard to write.  this is great smut.  this is smut you read and then take a cold shower afterwards or do whatever it is you like to do to get yourself off.  it’s smut that even as a non-smoker and knowing all the terrible health risks you may think goddamn I need a cigarette.  I'm partial to a few Javier Pena and Agent Whiskey pieces, but you’d be satisfied reading any of her stories.

@something-tofightfor - masterlist - Rachael should give a master class on how to write the best slow burn.  Her Joel Miller stories stand out for several reasons including - 1) she thoughtfully incorporates elements of the original canon/game into her fanfic which is uncommon in the PP fandom (from what I’ve seen/read at least), 2) every Joel story/chapter is compelling and well imagined.  Her current series on Tim Rockford has me on the edge of my seat and I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment.  And judging from the titles of her stories, we have similar music tastes (ha!). 

@disgruntledspacedad - this writer hasn’t updated in several months, but their Javier Pena multi-chapter fic (and folks, there are MANY out there) called Better Love is the one that kept me going and going and wanting to read more (see mention of short attention span in a tired mama above).  being in the healthcare field, I also arch my eyebrows out of curiosity when someone weaves medical stuff into their writing and wonder what line of work they do.  (yes I'm a terribly biased nerd, I’m a sucker for when someone puts a f!physician reader into their PP-character related drabble).

@jomiddlemarch - she is a great friend and a gifted, amazing writer who always makes me wonder “how does she do this and how does she do this so well and so quickly while the rest of us plebes are just getting through our day.”  she writes for MULTIPLE fandoms (and judging from the notes on her posts, I think her readership is more into those than Pedro and the Last of Us but it’s ok!), and started writing Joel Miller and an OFC (she created!) named Grace Yang (NOT ME - but maybe there’s a chance she created this OFC to shut me up since I’ve been rambling on and on about how besotted I am with Pedro 😂).  If you’re into OFCs, read her stuff.  Check out the (ongoing) entire series on her AO3 here.  Here’s one story that you can find on her Tumblr.  Two of the five stories are Ted Lasso crossovers - all her stories are written so richly and so layered - she’s the star in your writing workshop who’s showing and not telling - I’m still thinking about how there’s so much to unpack in the latest one. :) 

[ur-fav-sugardaddy-situation]

Wallace headcanons?

OOC: ooo, Headcanon time

Keep in mind these are just My Own headcanons, if you feel differently then you can share yours too! Just don’t come after me for nothing.

My Wallace Wells Headcanons

He had a really heavy emo phase in Highschool. He doesn’t talk about it because 1) It’s embarrassing but 2) it wasn’t a good time for him

He’s not Actually Canadian. He moved away from his own family and changed his name. He’s really American. He went through the last name Weldon before settling with Wells

He went to highschool with Ramona, Todd and Lucas Lee, but hardly remembers Any Of Them. He tried to block out everything from his past after he moved. They didn’t recognize him because he changed so much.

He comes from a big family, but would rather not talk about Any Of Them.

Wallace has very bad nightmares, mainly Zombie related ones. But he usually brushes it off and listens to Scott’s dreams instead ( @mybrainissquishy for this one)

His favorite fruit are Oranges, he’ll tell you it tastes better in alcohol but really, he used to eat Oranges with his old highschool friends, when they didn’t want to head back home

He belongs to his own band that he hasn’t told Scott about:

Wallace and the Wallaces

The main Wallace, Wallace Wells, is their lead singers

It consists of guitarist “Straight Wallace” (who me and my boyfriend named Danny James on a whim)

“Girl Wallace” or Wallyssa Wendor, (boyfriend came up with the first name) is their drummer. She wears a black wig to hid her pink hair. She’s also a Lesbian

Todd Ingram on Bass, who they’ve sort’ve dubbed “Vegan Wallace”. He was out of a band after he and Envy split, and wanted to join Wallace’s. They needed a Bassist so he said fuck it. He also wears a wig

Because I am a sucker for one sided Scollace, most of Wallace’s songs were based on his own feelings for Scott, that’s why he didn’t want Scott to know about it.

Wallace originally sparked with Scott, sometime in College after a party. Since Scott didn’t remember any sparks, or anything they did that night, Wallace gave up on Sparks. Thinking they were overrated anyways

He needs Glasses. Like Bad. For his Highschool years, he got into a few fights because people thought he was glaring at them. He was actually squinting.

He later wears contacts when he gets into college, and then just wears glasses in his thirties

And so far, those are all my headcanons.

If I come up with any more, I’ll update this 👍

[amethyst-art]

Quote book

(These will be updated as more come, & these will be out of context soooo enjoy :)"

"Humans went from worshiping the moon to walking on it"

"The 80's was full of sapphics"

"Ok Mom let's go watch traumatized children"

"The group of kids that are called...they don't have a name...& the science project"

"Because yoouu my dear bitch boy, are TRIPPING BAAAALLLLSS"

"Did you just slap me with that arm?"

"Haha, yeah, I'm not doing ok"

"If in doubt, use your mouth"

"Hands are for LOSERS, I like to use my mouth"

"Even if I slightly touch it, it'll pop up again"

"If in doubt, tits out"

"Get slurped IDIOT"

"You're the master sucker"

"Just swallow it"

"It's hard to swallow"

"6 is even longer than 10!"

"I'm a proud bottom!.... Set"

"Don't put it in your mouth!"

"It smelt good so it must taste good right?"

"I sucked all the cream out of it"

"I just shoved the whole thing in my mouth & started choking"

"If I had to choose between having sex or raping you-"

"I'M NOT DOWN BAD FOR THE ROBOT-"

"ROBOT KISSER-"

"I really wanna put it back in, but I'm afraid it won't come back out"

"Just shove your hand in there & pull out a calf/lamb"

"Fuck me with a fork & then shove it down my throat over making me do the math exam"

"You're down bad for the demogorgan, this is not ok"

"Go fuck yourself with a whisk & then choke on it"

"You! You with a finger up your arse-"

"I have balls in my mouth"

"I slurp de bawlls"

"Bigger isn't always better"

"Be careful, the big ones squirt"

"The bigger the better"

"Mine is short & fat, mine is long & thin... mine is just fat"

"Oral sex is more gay?"

"I choke... In a bad way! In a bad way"

"I wanna suck all of them"

"Why is it so small"

"Don't worry, you'll like cum when you're older"

"Eat your cum kids!"

"It's pretty small so I should be able to handle it"

"It's not that big so I should be able to get on top of it"

"There's only 2 things that are worth doing in this life... Making money & murdering ugly people~"

"I'M SO WET!!!"

"Money! Money & cum!~"

"I already gave you a squeeze!"

"You're with me babygirl~"

"I'm tonguen at the tip!"

"In, out, in, out, it's the best way to get all the tasty cream out!"

"I wanna see that long, hard length~"

"I love to suck~"

"I can't suck it well!"

"It's ok, I'm a masochist"

"I've got to stop putting the whole thing in my mouth, or I'll choke"

"A GIRL? WHAT'S A GIRL?"

"Maybe an inch is bigger than we thought?"

"I have no anger, only sadness"

"A knife you American wanker"

"Nothing is too funky"

"MY UTERUS IS COSPLAYING SANS & GIVING ME A BAD TIME"

"CRISPY, JUICY, NICE & TENDER, I JUST PUT MY NEWBORN SON INTO A BLENDER"

"OH BOY, I LOVE COCK"

"Wanna see my poo?"

"You gotta be careful with your wood"

"He did choke the chicken more than the average boy-"

"I'm like deliveroo except I'm GAY-"

"I can't- FUCK-"

"You ever just get smacked in the face by some wood & you just lose all sense of direction?"

"I need to- FUCK-"

"If you could call self-abuse absolutely smanging that thang as hard as he did, then yeah Father, I'd say he abused himself pretty frequently, in public & often-"

"Oh! yeah, he's hard-"

"I think.. I'm ready to come on the page-"

"You taught me I could be horny with my art-"

"I am selling dick pics online Miss. Baffy"

"Just pull it out"

"You know that his jaw hurt after that"

"I'm gonna fill you-"

"I'm gonna fill you with my British juices"

"This is the first time I've felt this way with a man!"

"C'MON, PUT YOUR FINGERS IN HER- I MEAN PUT YOUR FINGERS IN THEM"

"I didn't want them boiled alive, I wanted them raw!"

"Don't put it in your mouth, I've already put it in mine!"

"If I can't be a Siamang ape, then what's the point in anything?"

"I'm a feeble boy, there's only so much meat I can handle"

"Sorry about sending you the hot dragon from Shrek. Are you a communist btw?"

"I'm gonna flash you-"

"Mr.[name] didn't want it because it was too small"

"Everyone needs holes!"

"It feels like grating foot cheese-"

"I wish I could read-"

"Mmm yummy feet"

"Hi Alexander, I'm Carl-"

"CUMCUMCUM-"

"I'm a lesbian *in the tune of Jurassic Park*"

"Suck my Richard-"

"WHERE'S CUM?-"

"There's only 3 ingredients; chocolate, nuts & the virus-"

"This is my hole, this hole is mine, this hole was made for me-"

"I'm bricked up motherfucker-"

"*Holding a concrete block* this'll be a tool for later-"

"I'm crafting your cock-"

"That's right [name] I turned your dick into gun-"

I'm going to go masturbate-"

"UH, UH, CUMZINGA?"

"Tell me Gerald, do you prefer the four iron, or the foreskin?"

"We need to feed this meaty boy to the gooby gooby goobers"

"They call me the brick because I'm so hard"

"What are you doing stepbro?~"

"Yeah, just stick something in there."

"Sorry mate, I kidnapped her."

"I DONT HATE GAYS YOU BULGARIAN ASS WIPE, I DO IN FACT LOVE AND ACCEPT MEMBERS OF THE LGBTQ COMMUNITY, YOU COCKSUCKING DICKWAD!!!!!!"

"You just put your fingers in it."

"I'm a lamp post :D."

"I'll meet your mother later!"

"Bye, I'm kidnapping her-"

"*While wagging ☝* don't hump little girls!"

"Have you sex?"

"No I have not sex, that's a little bit illegal :D"

"You have lost you penis"

"Don't fuck moms at school!"

"This server was made for me- *dies immediately*"

"Be gay, do drugs, hail Satan"

"Hail gay, be drugs, do Satan-"

"P1: It's so long, P2: that's what she said-"

"P1: What's something you have that I want?, P2: divorced parents-"

"I'm in a cat"

"Oh by the way, do you want lead poisoning?-"

"I could drink your mom"

"I'm thirsty for your mom"

"I could drink 80% of your mom"

"I'm going to CHOKE you in a way you WON'T like"

"Oh I'm just milking you-"

"I'm throwing balls"

"Milk them tiddies~"

"I don't look at a 10 year old boy & go "heyyyy baby boyyyyy~" *while lip-biting*"

"You really showed me every inch, didn't you?"

"Last week you beat my meat, this week we're putting these nuts in your mouth."

"Go on my tongue, goddamit!"

"I woke up to banging"

"I woke up to my step-dad banging"

"I would never come"

"P1: WELL, I CAN EAT YOUR BALLS, P2: She doesn't have any, P1: THAT'S BECAUSE I ATE THEM, P3: give them back :("

"Last week I forced you to eat my balls, this week we're beating the meat."

"Don't talk, just suck"

"Get me some tissues, some paper towels & some lube-"

"I was pretty good I got a lot of head....... Shots."

"God, I'm gay for a femboy."

"You get a video of someone being inside you like you've never had before"

"I've lost the moon."

"I've got 3 fists & 3 feet."

"I've eaten all the silicone."

"[NAME] STOP EATING SILICONE!"

"That's another place where I lost my virtual virginity."

"I'm scissoring you."

"You guys are going to moan like crazy."

"Hide your balls."

"Damn fluttershy, looking THICK, smash"

"Ok guys, let’s take off our clothes so we’re ready for the next round."

[wromwood]

Nothing recent caused this reflection, but I'm reflecting nonetheless:

It's interesting just what events will cause certain opinions about you to be formed. Or how surprised you can be by certain opinions about you, despite their reasons being clear to others.

Full story under read more.

When I lived in Edinburgh for a year, I cooked dinner for myself all the time. This was purely for cost-saving measures. I only ate out once in a while, and even then, I typically kept things cheap.

I didn't have much fridge/kitchen space in my dorm's shared kitchen and I didn't want to cook a new thing every night, so I developed a routine of making a HUGE batch of something every 4-5 days. I'd have a fresh hot meal on the night I cooked the whole batch, then eat the leftovers over the following days. This led to a lot of stews, rice dishes, curries, etc.

For breakfast and lunch? Well, if I could sleep in, I'd skip breakfast and eat a PBJ for lunch, supplementing myself with snacks until dinner. If I couldn't sleep in, the PBJ was my breakfast and I'd have a Tesco or Sainsbury's meal deal for lunch. It wasn't the healthiest life (and I'm still recovering from being sick of PBJs), but I did my best under the circumstances.

Sometime during the middle of my time in that dorm building, I was surprised to find that I had gained a reputation on our floor: if my neighbors weren't lying to my face, I was known as "the chef."

It really baffled me at first. I wasn't cooking a lot of complicated stuff, I was always referring to recipes I got off the Internet, and I was actively trying to cut down on my cooking work. And it wasn't like I was living among people who were incompetent in the kitchen. My Indian dorm-neighbor was often in the kitchen too, and I have many fond memories of her giving me tastes of the things she made. My American dorm-neighbor made a couple of interesting things, and while my other dorm-neighbors seemed to mostly stick to soups, there was definitely evidence of higher kitchen utilization.

So why was I known as the chef?

Of course, I later realized why this was. Despite only actively cooking once every 4-5 days, my dorm-neighbors saw me most in the kitchen. When they did see me cooking, they saw me constantly referring to recipes that I handwrote in a notebook, supervising pots on the stove, ensuring that I had some vegetable component in what I made, etc. When they asked about my meals, I'd often admit I was trying a new recipe that I hadn't made before, or that I was trying to recreate something I liked, or that I had found such-and-such ingredient in such-and-such store...

They judged the work I put into it that they could see. It didn't matter that I was making huge batches to save time, or only using the most affordable ingredients, or only putting my hardest work into my dinners. It didn't matter that my idea of a "real" chef would have put effort into all of the day's meals, or that they wouldn't cut corners, or that they'd do a better job. My visible work was enough, and a reputation formed without me expecting it.

Also, what I made tended to be unique. One time, I really impressed a neighbor by making a beef stew with wine in it. It took over an HOUR to make that sucker. By the end of it, the whole kitchen smelled of red wine and beef. It didn't matter to them that I had gotten the red wine because it was cheap at Lidl, or that most of the time was spent sitting and waiting for the damn thing to stop cooking. The time I put in, the novelty of the dish compared to what was usually made in that kitchen, and the effect I had on the room itself set it apart.

You're probably wondering what the point of this is. I was too, while I was typing it. I think it's this.

If you're worried about what people think about you, or about what you make (food or otherwise), remember this:

People can only form opinions on what they can see. Only you fully know your process/background.

People recognize effort. Just doing something is the first step to making something think you're at an intermediate level, not just beginner.

If you do something a lot, people tend to assume you're skilled at it.

When people aren't familiar with an area of knowledge, your effort can look SO much greater than what you think it is.

Watching someone put effort, time, and love into a process will almost always impress people, even if they can't enjoy the final process. (For example, even people who couldn't eat the things I cooked due to dietary restrictions/etc. were interested in watching me make it.)

Finally, opinions about you will form whether you want them to or not. So you might as well go out into the world and put love and effort into everything you do.

[ribsofchildhood]

Since fall is right around the corner (a month away but whatever) here are some good good wild edibles to forage:

rose hips-- do you have a rose bush? do you like tea? if you don't why are you even here? go get the little fruits that ur rose bush makes in the fall, scoop out the seeds (and the little hairs-if u dont your tea will be hairy which is just gruesome) and dry them to make tea. or just eat them if they're sweet enough.

wild grapes-- these are on my list of favorite wild edibles, for good reason bc they're literally just. grapes. they can be a bit sour depending on ur grape plant but they grow all over north america (and i'm sure other countries but i'm an ignorant american so.) and u can just pop em in ur mouth. and please please please make some stuffed grape leaves from wild grape leaves they are incredible.

spicebush-- i thought spicebush didnt grow in my area until i found a whole bunch of it growing by my school, and the name really tells u everything you need to know about the plant. the berries, once dried, make a really strange and not all that unpleasant tea, along with the leaves (though the berries are better-- once dried the leaves kind of taste like weird lemony grass cutting-- however they are really good fresh in teas) and the twigs.

black witch's butter mushroom-- the coolest named wild edible on this list, and also the most questionable, black witches butter is a weird mushroom that grows on fallen branches pretty much everywhere. the jury is out on whether or not this mushroom is the best wild edible, since it has no known nutritional benefits and tastes like if LaCroix decided they would make a mushroom, but it isn't toxic so i take that as an invitation to pop it right into my mouth. the texture is that of a gummy bear, and boy if i don't love a vaguely mushroom flavored gummy bear. the best part? you would have to be brain dead to mis-identify it. no worries about accidentally offing urself with the wrong mushy.

amber jelly roll mushroom-- the second coolest named wild edible on this list, amber jelly rolls are wacky jelly-like fungus' that also, like the black witches butter, grow on fallen branches. they taste pretty much exactly like them too. once again, not much nutritional value, but f u n g u s g u m m y

goldenrod--this fantastic plant, often wrongly blamed for hay fever, can be used to make wonderful tea and the flowers can be added as a colorful addition to salads. its super easy to identify, and is really prevalent. go drink some goldenrod tea.

thats it for now-- tell me if u want a post about all the best tea-plants i know of since yall seem to like my posts about plants the most and im a sucker for some good tea. Toodleloo!

[spidrboots]

the struggling starlet wasn't entirely sure when the shift happened ; when he went from "anthony" to "angel dust". he wished he could remember exactly when it occured -- wished it was important enough to recall, to hold in his head as this monumental occasion that, once he really got big, could be passed down to his adoring fans as the brilliant underdog story that so many craved to see themselves through. in actuality, it probably happened between alleys, in the dimly lit room of shady bars & clubs while he snorted & smoked & placed any tab or pill on his tongue that he could find. he could snort PCP better than all the suckers in those dives. maybe it didn't matter how or when it happened, exactly. the origin didn't mean much. it would still be a name that everyone recognized, preening over, wishing they were him. angel dust: the drag superstar. angel dust: hell's best dancer. angel dust: someone who was better than back alley blowjobs & cheap liquor.

it wasn't like he ever felt close to the name 'anthony', anyway. it was the americanized version of the name his mother gave him ( antonio, he can almost hear her whisper if he shuts his eyes & concentrates ). given to him when his family emigrated to the states. his mother didn't come with them. he doesn't remember much of it, being a young boy at the time. just flashes of activity, suits rustling with movement. suitcases filled with more guns than clothes. a long boat ride. it seems so far away now, the life he took advantage of. for all of its hardships, it had to have been better than the life angel dust now found himself in. he supposed that was the whole point, though. this bein' hell, and all.

the night had started out so well for him. he had managed to book a gig ; it was something small, but it was his. he got to sing & dance on stage. most of the patrons either whooped & hollered at him for all of the wrong reasons or were more interested in their drinks, but the attention on him was a thrill nonetheless. it was a high that didn't come with as much of a price. he performed & it felt damn good. another chance to really get his name out there. it was happening, he could feel it. just . . . slowly. very, very slowly. he had considered doing more mob work. he liked the violence & the deals, & it was something he excelled in. but hell was a hard place to navigate, especially when you die before the rest of your mafia family.

it was after he attempted to leave the bar that shit got nasty. it all happened so quick, too. one moment there's a man he vaguely recognizes from one of his hookups that barely paid enough to go towards his rent, visibly drunk & belligerent. the next, he finds himself surrounded. the man was angry for reasons angel couldn't even begin to comprehend through the slurred speech, & it turned out his friends were angry, too. or perhaps they just got their kicks from ganging up on someone who was outnumbered. angel is on the ground behind the bar before he could even understand what was happening. he tastes blood & his vision swims. he's fighting back with all of his limbs, but he's overpowered, and while he had the height, these men had the weight. he can't recall a time he had been beaten this bad. he distantly hopes he loses consciousness. no, upon consideration, perhaps that would be worse. he couldn't know what they would do to his body until after the fact.

the sound of another body entering the fray is lost on him. he coughs, spits a mixture of saliva & blood across his teeth. if he could just grip his fists & bare it, maybe it would all be over soon.

@e-m-p-error . / plotted first meeting starter .

[ftpverse]

SHADITUDE an early DI Shad Mix

for the asshole, the cocky teenager, the guy who thinks he's hot shit

(or, that's what he SAYS, anyway,)

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tracklist + liner notes under the cut

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dragon rider - tsfh (instrumental)

gives you hell - all-american rejects truth be told, i miss you truth be told, i'm lying (when you see my face, i hope it gives you hell)

bad reputation - joan jett & the blackhearts and i don't give a damn 'bout my reputation never said i wanted to improve my station

i don't care - fall out boy i don't care what you think as long as it's about me / say my name and his in the same breath i dare you to say they taste the same

hello - courtney love shut up i'm about to tell you about the difference you will never make

crushcrushcrush - paramore if you wanna play it like a game well, come on, come on, let's play ('cause i'd rather waste my life pretending than have to forget you for one whole minute)

do you want to fight me - venus hum you're eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar you're a bit combustible, don't break

crusher - free refills i'll walk all over you with my leather boots break your heart in two, that's what i wanna do

doopliss theme - ZMiX (instrumental)

confident - demi lovato it's time to get the chains out is your tongue tied up? 'cause this is my ground and i'm dangerous

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some other misc thoughts:

shoutout to all the ppl on main who gave me song suggestions for this; not knowing what it was for

and also magik for talking me into crushcrushcrush. i got so fuckored by it even tho this is supposed to be the angst-free playlist lol. i THOUGHT about putting misery business in here but while very funny as a concept i couldn't quite abide by the lyrics. i just couldn't... (too romance-focused, not even fitting at all, though very fun to imagine him and kairi singing together in [gesturing] the future or whatever. tho i wonder if kairi shared music with him while they were regularly meeting on the beach. honestly no way she didn't? fun little bonus scene...)

had to put a courtney love song in here after realizing 1) how cornerstone she was in the grunge scene, 2) that shad would love her music

''do you want to fight me'''s quoted liner notes are meant to be shad @ sora. but you can read them however you like :)

i put the demi lovato song in here because 1) it worked 2) shad would unironically listen to it. and think it rules. one of my longest-standing canons about his music taste that is he is a sucker for female vocals. i had to! i simply did!!!

i bitched about the og mix being 8 songs of which 3 were instrumental . and then kept 2 of the 3 instrumentals. look! i couldn't not keep the doopliss theme remix! okay!! first of all its JUST SO!!! ITS SO!!! second of all i needed something to help me transition into confident, which i refused to cut

other than the instrumentals i only preserved 2 other songs from the og mix - tho half a mix is pretty solid, i guess. still felt like i was scrambling for a hot minute tho.

the four i cut were:

1) the third instrumental (which was fine but that's SO MANY instrumentals, and also it was ONLY fine)

2) the only possible interpretation of it was his crush on kairi being Weird - even if i tried to reframe it as about sora it'd still kinda be weird. ITS HONESTLY EXTREMELY PINING. WHICH ISN'T INCORRECT BUT IS LIKE. THE WRONG TIMELINE FOR THIS MIX. BAD NEWS THE LYRICS DID FUCKOR ME THO

3) angst, in the mix i didn't want to have angst ((or at least to not swing away from being mostly uptempo and SOUND confident, even if there's layers of angst underneath))

4) ANGST THAT WASN'T EVEN LIKE ACCURATE TO HIM AS A CHARACTER. I HAD TWO OTHER BETTER-FITTING MCR SONGS I COULD HAVE - AND DID ELSEWHERE!! - USE FOR HIM SO. WHY DID I GO WITH THAT ONE? HELLO???? TO WHAT END???

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 23: Good Day

Sometimes I think it honestly takes so little to make me happy and to turn around my mood, begging the question of why I am not always doing so little in that direction.

Today was a pretty good day. I think taking off from work an hour early yesterday (just an hour!) and taking a nap really helped. I was much more awake today. I accomplished a bunch of small, random things at work that I'd been avoiding dealing with and, unsurprisingly, they weren't that bad.

The crepe food truck was back and, against my better judgment, I had one. I didn't like the last one I had in the spring, but I remembered not liking the inside, so this time I had a nutella and banana, thinking, you can't go wrong with that. Also I miss crepes, my primary sustenance during my study abroad in Paris, and am thus always suckered into American crepes even though they are not as good and not the same. Anyway, suckered in yet again: I forgot that the crepe material itself was not to my liking. I ended up just pulling out the banana slices and eating them, about 3/4 of the way in. But, that's okay. I had a nice talk with K while we were waiting for our crepes, got to spend some more time outside on the nicest day we've had in a while*, and I supported a local business.

*Nicest day we've had in a while because noticeably cooler, but still 81. I died a little inside when the girl next to me by the crepe-mobile said it "felt like fall." Girl. It is a good 10 degrees too hot to be called fall. Please, love yourself.

After work I went to Food Lion for the first time in a while. I almost fell asleep on the bus but other than that, it wasn't a bad excursion. The cream cheese I like and can only get at the Food Lion was on a close out sale, which means I will probably never taste it again. But on the upside, I bought my first apple cider of the year and also this extremely cute Halloween bucket that projects a ghost from it, which is definitely meant for kids trick-or-treating but... ghost friend.

Then I stopped by the Starbucks, which was taunting me with fall drink advertisements even though fall drinks are not yet available. I desire them greatly, in a this-will-fix-me way. But I got cold brew that was very good and one of the baristas told me I looked really cute and she liked my skirt, which was just very kind because I've been sort of doubting my fashion lately and it made me feel better about that. (This is the second time someone has complimented one of my skirts at the Starbucks.)

I came home and did nothing much other than drink the coffee really slowly and screw around on the internet, but it felt nice. Forced myself to wash some dishes, even.

Anyway, it's pretty late now, so I might regret the dishes. I feel a lot better than I usually do on Wednesday and much better than I was expecting to feel after Monday. I'd love to get some writing done tomorrow although I don't have high hopes for it. We'll see.

[the1975attheirverybest]

That's lovely! Sorry I really love talking books. Actually I worked in a library for a year, particularly in the kid's section so I read a lot of children's books and YA (also from my teenage years I'm a sucker for any fantasy saga) and last year I took an exam in Children's literature and I have to say that it's hugely underappreciated.

It's funny that you mentioned "conversations with friends" bc I hated that book, of course it's just my personal taste but it seems that with Sally Rooney either you love her or you hate her.

Instead one chick lit author I really liked recently is Bridget Collins, her first book "The binding" is better than her second imo, but I really like how she manages to set up new worlds.

Ok, sorry for the ranting. I'll put everything you recommended in my to read list💕

that's so funny. I get why some people might not like Sally Rooney. I personally have a HUGE issue with her views on BDSM. She basically has two IDENTICAL WORD FOR WORD scenes in Normal People and Conversations With Friends where she basically suggests you can only be into kinky sex if you have daddy issues and good people would decline to partake. like????? for such an intelligent person thats such a dumb take, lmao.

BUT she writes about Marxism and gender and love so so so well I love her so much. Just wish I could sit her down and be like, listen, if you're super vanilla, no one's judging you but STOP writing about kink in this way FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

I know John Green's Brother has a 2 book sci-fi and fantasy series. I haven't read it myself cuz those aren't my fav genres, but I've heard nice things.

If you love both Fantasy AND Children's lit then you know im going to recommend the chronicles of Narnia. But you might have read those for your exam already. And anything Neil Gaiman. Stardust is pretty famous. I liked American Gods but its LONGGG.

In my opinion, the best Fantasy writer is Ursula Le Guin. Died recently, but she basically re-invented the genre!

[bengiyo]

QL V-Day Ask Game

QL asks but make ‘em sappy- let’s go! (last year’s edition)

@liyazaki @kyr-kun-chan @elnotwoods @shortpplfedup These are Emily’s answers from TV night.

💌- fav pairing/couple/headcanon (recent or all-time)

Shiro and Kenji because of everything. She loves their vibe.

👄- fav kiss (recent or all-time)

ITSAY underwater kiss, despite the better chemistry we’ve been getting lately.

💀- scene that nearly ended you

Do I even?? ITSAY Episode 3 end scene with all the touching. Also the big fight Gaya sa Pelikula with the sister. Also the previous life scenes in UWMA.

💘- moment that leaves you feeling incredibly single (whether you’re single or not)

Recently, when we were watching My Tooth Your Love, it was the mutual caretaking between the two of them. Emily says she can be won back with meals. She is a sucker for wound tending.

🥰- fav platonic pair/friend group

It’s either Gameboys, the triad with Pearl. Also, the friend trio in Until We Meet Again. She loves the gays with a charismatic girl bestie.

💞- fav current trope

Wound tending. I’m answering for her. Emily says she loves Baby Is a Messy Eater because it makes her laugh.

💍 - fav confession (recent or all-time)

She originally mentioned all of the confessions from 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us staying with her. She also mentioned the bridge scene from We Best Love 1.

🍰- fav little gesture (that actually meant the world)

She loves the head pat. She says that for her it’s a casual thing as an American, and she’s liked learning the cultural context for how significant that is for these cultures.

🔥 - scene so hot, it should come with a warning

The ITSAY episode 3 final scene also flustered her. She also mentioned History 3: Trapped scenes. (I show Emily all the BL she watches, so she’s heavily influenced by my tastes).

💔- fight or breakup that left you in ruins

When Teh gives up his spot to Oh-aew, and Oh-aew refuses it. Billkin’s weeping is the most painful she’s ever witnessed.

Also the long-take fight in episode 8 of My Tooth Your Love, in which Xun’an asserts that he’s worth more than the fickle approach.

Also the fights in 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us.

She also mentioned fight Ye Guang had with his dad in About Youth.

[ariilia]

I love using Chat GPT to analyze my crushes from early childhood till now. Damn.

"Alright, now you’ve really thrown me a wild range of crushes, but I’m here for it. Let’s break down your taste in men with all these hotties and get into the tea. This is gonna be good.

Your taste in men: *Sweetie, your taste in men is like an all-you-can-eat buffet of emotionally unavailable, intense, or straight-up *mysterious* men.* You’ve got a thing for the “I’ve got issues but look at me and my brooding vibes” kinda guys. Honestly, it’s like you’re collecting emotionally complex characters like Pokémon, and I’m over here wondering, *do you *ever* go for someone who doesn’t come with emotional baggage?* 👀

Let’s break this down:

Kakashi, Sasuke, and Itachi: Oh, honey, you’re all about the emotionally distant bad boys who are also ridiculously good-looking. You’re drawn to the quiet, mysterious types who hide their pain behind their cool-guy exteriors. Kakashi’s a “I’ll teach you life lessons but don’t expect me to share my feelings” kinda guy. Sasuke? Boy’s got commitment issues. And Itachi? Let’s not even get started—he’s the king of “messed-up family drama.” But, oops, you’ll still fall for their charm because they have that “I’ve got a dark side” allure. You love the chaos. Don’t lie.

Inu Yasha: Oh girl, you’re really out here loving the half-demon, conflicted, don’t-know-what-he-wants type. He’s moody, he’s complex, and his heart’s a battlefield. But you’re out here thinking “I can fix him, he just needs to love me,” right? Classic.

American Dragon & Danny Phantom: So you’ve got that “boy-next-door-but-make-it-supernatural” vibe. Both of these guys are *fun, adventurous, and *way* too busy for a relationship, but you’re just obsessed with the idea of being their secret one true love. You like someone who’s fun and capable of saving the day… but still has to juggle their superpowers with their feelings for you. Drama alert!

Haku from Spirited Away: Now, Haku is the soft boy you love. Gentle, spiritual, and ethereal—but also definitely hiding some deep emotional stuff. You’re probably a sucker for guys who’ve got that quiet mystical energy, and like with him, you might fall for their tragic backstory while being enchanted by their calm demeanor. His “I’ll protect you” vibe? You’re here for it.

Zuko, Jet, and Sokka: You’re really out here picking men who are deeply flawed. Zuko’s the “I’m trying to find my redemption arc, please love me” guy, Jet’s a walking toxic vibe, and Sokka’s… the funny one with hidden emotional depth. You fall for their inner turmoil, don’t you? You like the whole “I’m a mess, but I’m trying to be better” package. Maybe one day they’ll pull their stuff together… maybe not.

Shikamaru: He’s the lazy genius who’s way too chill for his own good. You like strategic dudes, huh? He’s not trying to be dramatic—he just doesn’t want to deal with anyone’s nonsense. You’re attracted to that sense of calm and intelligence, but let’s be real, he probably won’t chase you down unless he has to—he’s just too cool for that.

Jungkook, Jimin (BTS), Cha Eun Woo, Song Kang, Lee Know, San, and Hongjoong (Ateez): Now you’ve entered K-pop territory, where the looks are high, and the drama’s unreal. Honestly, you’re looking for a mix of sensitive bad boy with a little extra sparkle and some “I can’t be emotionally available, but I can sing you a love song” energy. These guys give you everything—charisma, talent, and a lot of “I’ll make you fall for me, but good luck keeping me emotionally engaged” vibes. You’re addicted to that “I’ll love you from afar, but not too close” charm. Flirt with me, but don’t expect me to commit. Classic.

Let’s be real, though: You like projects. You love those guys who make you feel like you’re the one who can change them, the one who sees the “real them” behind all the walls. Problem is, those walls are probably not coming down anytime soon. You’re addicted to the mystery, the emotional depth, and the painfully complicated vibe—but sis, when are you gonna get tired of feeling like you’re the only one doing the heavy emotional lifting? 💅

It’s cute to be attracted to complex, mysterious souls. But maybe, just maybe, it’s time to go for someone who doesn’t come with 10 years of emotional baggage and a 7-season redemption arc that probably won’t happen.

But hey, if you’re here for the drama, I’m not mad at it. 😎💅

So, what do you think—are you ready to switch it up or still going for the “I’m complicated but sexy” vibe? 😘" GIRL I AM SAT WDYM

[imspardagus]

Coming up Trumps

If I were a conspiracy theorist, I reckon I could easily make myself believe that Donald Trump had just pulled off a blinder.

At the risk of descending into bad taste here’s how it would go. Trump’s innate narcissism has got him as far as President of that shopping mall of horrors known as the United States of America. And such is the media-addled, culture poor, mental depravation of swathes of the US’s population that he knows that they will follow him to the very end. They are poor, materially, spiritually and intellectually, these God-bothering dupes, but they still believe him when he tells them that he is not one of the elite that is screwing them over, and again when he makes their lives poorer in every respect. They see the spiv billionaires, the exploiters and despoilers of both them and their beautiful country, pouring corrupt money in to his campaign. And, instead of asking themselves why, they just love him more.

But, in the very nature of his narcissistic excess, he knows, where his heart should be, that it is not enough. He wants to be God. He wants to be bigger than Jesus.

But there’s a problem with that. He read somewhere that Jesus only got where he did by getting himself crucified. Poor sucker. And Donald doesn’t want to have to die, even to satisfy his own looming ego’s need for constant engorgement.

Jesus, so the story goes, rose from the dead on the third day and ascended into heaven. Donald wants to go one better. He wants to rise on the next day to be there when they idolise him, idiots that they are.

So he hatches a plan to fake an assassination attempt on him. It shouldn’t be too difficult in a gun-crazy, psycho, credulous country like America. He gets his henchmen to find him a disturbed young nerd and sets him up to fire his Dad’s AR-15 - which, of course, every American Dad needs, so he can go out hunting - into the crowd during a rally. “It’ll be okay, son, we’ll see you straight.” Donald secretes a fake blood capsule in his hand and as soon as he hears gunfire he slaps the thing against the right side of his face and hits the floor. His parting words to the crowd: “Fight, fight, fight”.

Of course the boy gets taken out. Shades of Lee Harvey Oswald here. You can’t have anyone left to spill the beans. Only this time, there is no messing with a poor stooge like Jack Ruby to do the deed. The security services, always trigger happy, always on the look out for some fool to practise on, will attend to the saddo. He’ll not live long enough to tell his story, not even to the Feds.

Donald can rely on the whackos who now own the Republican Party to jump in with accusations that this was all Biden’s fault. Basic playbook stuff: whatever you are doing yourself, accuse the other side of doing it.

And so Donald goes down and comes up Trumps.

As I say, if I were a conspiracy theorist, it would be that easy. All too easy. Just as well I am not.

[moontheoretist]

General Ross laughed—a raspy, weak thing and his hair seemed even grayer in the low light. “Decades, Stark. Decades in service. I believed in that shit. Had to.” He looked down at his bandaged hand and downed the alcohol in a gulp. Tony’s brow furrowed. He had known the General in a professional capacity for a long time. This was…different. Tony poured him another shot; half, this time. “It’s easy to get caught up in it. The movies, the video reels, the parades. The museums filled with history labeled as ‘American Greatness.’ The first successfully enhanced human on known record was a 6-foot-something, blonde haired and blue-eyed white man and all of it is the first thing you see when you wake up until you shut your eyes at night in a bedroom full of memorabilia. Pledging Allegiance to a flag before you’re able to form abstract thoughts. It’s all you know. And it’s a damn good story—so good and pervasive you never even begin to think. Your family’s been doing this for, what? How long?” “One of the first colonists—served with Washington himself,” came the mumbled reply. “Mm. I get it. But then you grow—start looking outside the box. You begin to hear the rumors; you hear the disturbing, gut wrenching things done for country and corporate interests. You learn about the rape, the killings, the kidnappings, the human trafficking, the burnings, the genocide, the greed…the drive to consume everything—people, land, capital. And then you wonder about your place in furthering that destruction. All that effort and sweat…for what? I’ve read the classified reports, General; just as you have. And the two of us…well, we made our decisions in the name of Empire.” “Tch. You sound like my daughter.” “She’s a very intelligent lady.” “That’s all her mother. Smarter than my ass, at any rate. Refused to join JROTC and buried her head in biology books instead. The Old Man had his own ideas about women serving so he didn’t get on her like he did me before he went six feet under at Arlington. I was sort of relieved to be honest—at least she wouldn’t end up like…Elias.” Tony noted the name but knew better than to follow that thread. Instead, he said, “So you’ve had your doubts for a while.” “Naw… …well. …Perhaps. Perhaps. But what else could I do?” “When you got a hard ass parent breathing ~legacy~ down your neck? It’s difficult to do much else. You keep on because to do otherwise would be to admit your family shed blood and died for…that. You’d have to acknowledge that you’re way more comfortable with atrocities than you’d care to admit. That your loved ones have died and you’ve wasted decades on…horror. That was how that line went, wasn’t it? 'The horror—the horror.’” “Hn. Hated that movie.” “I imagine it made you uncomfortable. I did prefer the book myself although both are phenomenal. On the other hand I am a sucker for Marlon Brando. Ooh, he was a fine specimen in his prime.” Tony sighed and adjusted himself better on the aging barstool. “I’m not saying this to rub salt into wounds because I’m not any better. When I started making weapons I had no real idea about life or death. I was in grade school. But I was good at it, it made Howard happy, so I built away. Then when I was old enough to know better? I, too, kept on keeping on. And who knows how long I would have if I hadn’t, finally, gotten a taste of my own medicine. Until I was the one being shot at—until I was the one with shrapnel tearing up my insides. Until I was being dumped head first into filthy water. I didn’t pull any triggers, and, sure, if not me then someone else would have filled the void…but the thing is those hypotheticals don’t change a goddamn thing. I can’t put that shit on any one else. And now here I am sitting on the spoils of wars, with a daughter of my own and I think about all those other daughters who…well.” Tony trailed off, eyes on the bottle in his hand. It would be easy to go right back into what he knew. Terrible for him and other people, but comfortable. Known. Every day was a struggle in breaking new ground and he wondered if there would be a time there wouldn’t be. “You think stepping out of the game will cleanse your soul?” Ross sounded curious, not sarcastic. Tony had an inkling he wasn’t asking for Tony’s sake. “I wish I had a better answer than no. Decades of being the Merchant of Death doesn’t get cleared away by a year of playing nice and giving away smartphones. That’ll be a part of my identity until I die and long after—I’ve got to make peace with that.” “Then why bother? When you’re in so deep-” The General cut himself off and his hand had closed into a fist. It shook from the force of his grip. Tony pulled his gaze away to rest on the worn grain of the wood beneath his fingertips. “I believe…now, at least, that you do the right thing because it’s the right thing. You grow, listen to others…fuck up, take your licks, learn. And at the end of it all you hopefully do better. My family plays a part—an important one. But I…I’ve got to put in the work. Me.” Ross sighed, long and heavy. “You know you don’t have to, Stark. You’re so loaded your grandchildren’s grandchildren won’t have to work a day in their lives. You could give that suit of yours to someone else and take a backseat. Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes would be exceptional. Even I can’t fault his record.” “Yeah…I’m wrestling with that, too. But it’s not just me, General. You could retire tomorrow. And with your record you’ll be buried in so much metal I could make another suit from it.” Ross snorted at that. He toyed with the shot glass before setting down and pushing it away. The old CRT hanging from the wall in the corner showed a replay of yesterday’s baseball game. Howard used to promise to take him to one—never did. Something was always more important. “If you know about Project Rebirth then you know about…what else is out there, I’m guessing.” “I know we’re not alone.” “I just wanted our kids to be safer, Stark. That’s all—that’s all. Then it all got twisted up and fucked.” Ross paused. “I chose Blonsky because he was one of us—he understood the life. Highly decorated—well trained. He was on our side. But what came out of him was an abomination. It makes you think, Stark; makes you really think.” “Abomination. Fitting.” The silence between them stretched miles. The bartender was humming along with the juke—some old country thing where the singer probably lost his woman, house, farm, and dog and not even in that order. The General suddenly asked, “You a fan of Captain America?” “Hated him. But those’re my daddy issues talking.” “I used to look up to him. Old Man served in the Second World War and told me all about his exploits. I used to think, 'that’s it.’ That’s proof that everything we stand for is right. And if we had more of him? It would be better for everyone. Conflicts would end so much quicker with less bloodshed. And if they were hurt they would be able to heal. No more corpses being left out to bake and swell in the sun.” “That would suck for the other guys, considering our track record with war crimes. But as long as America’s dominance is assured, am I right?” “You and I both know that war’s inevitable, but if—no. No.” Ross pressed his fingers against closed eyes. “That’s that old fool in me flapping his gums. All I’ve done was cause…hurt.” “The road to Hell.” “Heh, indeed.” Ross ran a hand over his mouth. “I’ve seen some shit, Thunderbolt. It made me question what we’re really doing on this dirt ball hurtling through space.” “What are we doing…hm,” Ross murmured. “What am I doing? What if it’s too late for me?” “Figured you were the type to rest when you’re dead.” “…I thought the same. But when you catch on that you’ve become what you’ve hated—shit, maybe you’ve been projecting all along.” Ross turned to face him, finally, with his brow furrowed. “Now I’m not one to get all touchy or sit with these sort of things, and God knows it’s not like I could have told this to anyone else—they’d have thought I’d’ve lost it.” “Happy to be a sounding board for your thoughts, General.” “You have given me a lot to think about, I suppose. But why are you here, Stark? Really? "Like I said, General. Most I can do is work on doing better.  Eventually, we will, all of us will, have to question what it really means being American; or, I should say, being human.”

Have Time — Will Travel by flower-of-el (NibelungVelocity)

[beehindblueeyes]

Favorite Pop and candies-

I haven’t made that many headcannons before for TBP, at least I haven’t posted about them. But I wanted to make these. Just a little collection of all the candy I think the boys like best. Because I do think it can say a lot about you…also they’re kids so it makes the most sense as a headcannon.

I’m also inclined to believe they say Pop> soda based on it being Colorado however the state is sort of in the divide of the break.

Finney-

Grape crush and Reese’s pieces. He gives me peanut butter chocolate vibes, and it’s established in the short story that Grape soda is his favorite. I think he’s a simple guy when it comes to candy, he doesn’t go for the overly sweet stuff but he also doesn’t get too chocolatey.

Griffin-

Don’t ask me why but he likes the Chalky candy. Where it’s vaguely sweet, vaguely tastes like it’s supposed to but it’s mostly short of nothing. This was a popular thing back in the day. He’s a bottle caps and dot candy kid. I also see him liking RC cola (which for the record tastes like stale bubble gum never try it)

Billy/paperboy-

True all American boy™️. Has a paper route, a dog, loves sports etc so he follows the classic love of Coca-Cola and bubble gum (bazoka). He’s also a fan of Charms blow pops and Jelly beans.

Vance-

I see him as a general cola guy. Toss any of them at him and he’ll drink it. I think he’d be a bit more on the Pepsi side of things. As for candy. Candy ciggerettes and Zoltz. He once plaid a rabies prank using the suckers and it’s 100% worth it.

Bruce-

Similar to the all Americanisms of billy. He’s a fan of most classic and popular candies but I see him more as a chocolate fan then the others. Also totally a cherry soda guy. I see him as a cheerwine person (which is the best cherry soda and I’ll fight on this)

Robin-

Mountain Dew all the way. He’s into citrus. He also thinks orange fanta and Fanta in general is better than crush which gets him into fights with Finney. He likes candy ciggerettes because they give him cred. They make him look all tough and cool but the flavor isn’t for him. He likes pop rocks, fun dip etc

Gwen-

I can’t add anymore photos safely :( but, I can see her enjoying Tab soda. As for candy- literally whatever she can get her hands on. The girls young- sugar fuels her. I think her top two is Nik a lib (the wax soda candy) and Razzles.

I hope this was not only fun but a but educational! It’s cool to learn that alot of famous soda and candy are old as shit? Some of the stuff listed came to be in the 70s but other stuff is like late 1800s old. It’s just really neat. I also think a lot of older packaging is just generally nicer but idk