#it’s my Dr Pepper mug

[classics-cocks-and-concoctions]

My mug I glazed

[jillyb2004]

DrawCember

Day 30: Drinks

[merevide]

spotify link + johnny cash mug i got today

[dailyhogz]

thanks to a discussion I had with my best friend earlier: shadow drinking heated up Dr pepper in a mug?

193. i feel like this is a very late night sleep deprived shadow drink

[jo-harrington]

The Boy Is Mine (Jo's Edition)

Summary: A romantic night in at the trailer. And a first date.

Word Count: 1.7k

Themes: First Date, Fluff, First Kiss, Teasing, Banter, Geekery

Notes: My submission for @carolmunson's The Boy Is Mine Writing Excercise. This was a fun one, and I know the idea was for it not to be an AU...I guess technically it isn't (although I definitely thought of my STFF Eddie who...well...it's fanfiction *wink* especially since we're not gonna see their first date in the story). Thank you for putting together a fun game Carol.

Tagging a few friends who I think would have some great additions to this prompt: @eddiemunsonbignaturals @undead-supernova @storiesbyrhi

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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Pizza? Delivered.

Twinkies? Vanilla frosting. Not Banana.

Trailer? Tidied.

Sheets? Changed.

There was a knock at the door and Eddie took a breath and held it as he stared at his bed.

"You're not gonna end up in here," he muttered to himself.

Ok but maybe you would. He could be hopeful. Maybe a kiss would lead to something else.

"No idiot. It's just a study date."

There was another knock and he turned on his heel and rushed for the door.

He paused at the last second--glanced around, ran his hands over the front of his t-shirt, and put the most casual smile on his face--before he opened the door.

And then there you were.

A backpack slung over your shoulder, 6-pack of Dr. Pepper hanging from your fingers, looking...hot effortlessly gorgeous...or at least he thought so.

"Hey," you greeted. "Sorry if I'm late."

"No," he shook his head quickly and shifted to the side to let you pass into the trailer. "Right on time sweetheart. Hope you like pepperoni."

Of course you did. It was your favorite.

"It's my favorite."

Eddie clenched his fist in victory as he shut the door and then stood back and watched indulgently as you took in the wonders of the place he called home. He committed it all to memory; the way your eyes lingered on Wayne's collection of mugs and hats from over the years, or your nose scrunched up cutely at the sight of family pictures on a shelf--

Please god, don't see the picture of him missing his two front teeth.

--or the way it scrunched further, more in annoyance than fondness, and your eyebrow quirked at the stack of video tapes beside the television.

Shit.

"Uh," he cleared his throat and swooped in, arm hovering around your shoulders as he led you to the couch where the pizza and his history homework waited. His hand drifted to yours so he could grab the sodas. "Lemme put this in the fridge so it gets cold. I have Mountain Dew...or beer, if you want one."

"Mountain Dew's fine."

"As you wish," he bowed and you giggled. He cursed himself as he headed to the kitchen.

What a fucking nerd--

"So you read the Princess Bride?" you called out to him.

"Y-yes."

"It's one of my favorite books! A story within a story and all of that. And it can be critical of itself. It's perfect!"

Eddie's heart soared.

The two of you went back and forth for a few minutes discussing the merits of the book and the way it provided so much suspense and adventure and escapism; something it seemed, and Eddie wasn't surprised to find, you both had needed throughout your relatively-young lives.

Before long, he shuffled out of the kitchen with two cans and two solo cups to find you comfortably settled on the couch with your legs criss-crossed and a throw pillow settled in your lap. You looked right at home, at ease with him, and he had to say...he liked that sight quite a bit.

"I ran out of like, nice cups," he changed the subject so he wouldn't focus too much on how much he enjoyed the sight. "Hope this is okay."

"Ok, well what are the nice cups?" you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. "Because I see plenty of nice cups right in front of us, Mister."

You gestured at the shelves lined with mugs and Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at you.

"Those aren't nice cups Madam," he scoffed. "Those are family heirlooms. The nice cups are the Star Wars: Return of the Jedi glasses I got from Burger King. Obviously."

"Well excuse me," you straightened in your seat and rocked your shoulders back and forth haughtily. "The fine crystal."

"And don't you forget it."

"And here you are, presenting me with...plastic. Like a peasant."

"If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

He held out the red solo cup filled with fluorescent green liquid and you snatched it from him with a quick flash of your tongue.

Then the two of you got right down to business: homework.

You pulled a small notebook from your backpack and then asked to see his notes from class so you could help him get a better idea of what was important for an upcoming quiz that he'd mentioned the day prior. He was ashamed to say he wasn't the best notetaker, but you pivoted easily as you flipped through a few pages and went from sparse notes about Civics and the US Constitution to long drawn out paragraphs about the Riders of Rohan and graphic descriptions of the Meduseld.

"Don't be like that," you scolded him. "That's not even true. What is this?"

"This?" He waved dismissively. "It's just...notes for Hellfire. Ahem...Hellfire Club...my Dungeons and Dragons club at school."

"Oh yeah?"

"Planning a one-shot for my buddy Jeff's birthday in a world where Theodred doesn't die and goes on to become...well...it's just nerd stuff."

Eddie sniffed and thought back to the many times that he'd been cut short trying to explain his ideas to others; even Ronnie got on his case when he got too into it.

How many times had she heard him get into an argument with himself over the benefits of Mithril vs. Adamantium?

"Excuse me," you looked at him expectantly, breaking through his thoughts. "Nerd stuff?"

"Yeah," he shrugged and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Nerd stuff. We're supposed to be focusing on History."

"Ok, yes but..." you reached out and poked him in the the dimple in his cheek. "You didn't say in a 'we should just focus on history instead' way. You said it in a 'you don't want to hear about this' way."

"Well do you? Do you actually like that?""

"Did I not just tell you that Inigo Montoya is the real hero of Princess Bride and not Westley or Buttercup not five minutes ago?"

Eddie stared at you like a deer in the headlights.

Ok. You got him there.

But...but...God...old habits died hard.

How many times had people not given him the time of day when it came to silly little stories and make believe worlds? How many times had the people closest to him not even taken the time to listen?

He'd already been sold on the fact that you weren't just a dream; how could you be real and actually be his dream girl too?

God, it was too good to be true.

Eddie swallowed hard and centered himself back in reality. He was gonna have to salvage this moment before he made a real fool out of himself and asked you to marry him or something. That would be a little too strong for a first date...and a study date, at that.

He grumbled something under his breath.

"'Scuse me? What was that?" you leaned in closer to him.

"It was 10 minutes ago," he spoke up, staring at you matter-of-factly, a fiery challenge in his eyes to hide the fact that he was actively falling for you. "Actually."

You threw your head back in a laugh and slapped the back of your hand against his shoulder.

"You shithead," you cackled. "Ok fine. 10 minutes. Now. How about we actually study for 10 more minutes, and then you can tell me about this...Dungeons and Dragons while we eat ok?"

He happily agreed.

Towards the end of the night, pizza and sodas had been devoured, homework demolished, and Eddie actually felt like he had a shot at getting a decent grade on his next History quiz.

"Alright," he sighed and leaned against the back of the couch. "I think we're done here. A success if I do say so myself. I guess I'll keep you around."

"Keep me?" you quirked an eyebrow at him. "Uh huh, more like, will you please come back and help me study again?"

"Are..." Eddie scoffed. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"You volunteered!"

"I volunteered for one study date."

"What, so a second one is out of the question?" he asked as he leaned forward and edged into your space.

"Well," you began with an expression that oozed contemplation in an exaggerated fashion. God, you were almost as dramatic as he was.

You were perfect.

"Well, if you're asking me for a second date, Edward? Then the answer is yes."

He clapped his hands together and laughed.

"Haha, see I knew that you couldn't get enough of--"

"But," you stopped him, and he stared, open-mouthed with words half-falling from his lips. "If you're asking me to come back to study? Well, then the second session is gonna cost you."

And he fell for it for a second. Just a split second. He thought that yeah it made sense if he wanted your help, he was gonna have to give something in return.

But then he saw the sly little smile that you were fighting to keep off your lips, saw the adorable little scrunch in your nose that he'd memorized earlier in the night, and the way your fingers fiddled on the couch cushion, as you slowly inched closer to him.

And he understood.

Oh...

"Oh yeah?" He narrowed his eyes at you in faux-suspicion. "Alright...name your price."

"It's not gonna be cheap," you insisted.

"I can pay anything."

"You sure about that?"

"Oh," he leaned closer to you now, volume and timber getting lower the closer he got. "I'm absolutely sure sweetheart."

You bit your lip slyly.

"I think fair market price...is a kiss."

"Just one?" he teased, lips absolutely within smooching distance from yours now.

"Maybe two."

You bit your lip to keep your smile at bay and Eddie had to stop himself from kissing you right then and there.

"Two?! Well," he sighed. "You drive a hard bargain. And who am I to pass up such a once-in-a-lifetime deal?"

"Just a nerd," you whispered against his lips.

"Just a nerd," he repeated, and then slotted his lips right against yours, ending your perfect first date with the perfect first kiss.

Just like on TV.

[maveras-posts]

Funky ART HC’S

Some ✨FUNKY✨ Art Headcanons:

This fucker has IBS I mean he shat his brains out (I feel his pain ngl🤡)

It’s a trade off to being ✨ImmOrTal✨

(Shi at least he has SOMETHING, I got NOTHING)

Art can also play the Kazoo at the professional level

You’ll be running from him and he’s doing the Gangnam style whilst ✨KaZoo✨ is in his mouth 😭

Also Penny, Jack and Art are besties the iconic trio we didn’t know we needed frfr

They try to force him to take a bath😭

He’s like a hissing cat

Art actually is good at keeping generally good hygiene but it has to be on his ✨OwN TeRmS✨

Also is a major pothead I don’t make the rules

Also he smells like nickels (it just seems fitting)

Honestly Satan has a hold on him and it only got worse after Art witnessed what he was contributing to

I feel like after the events of All Hallows Eve he descended more into madness

He has a short attention span you gotta *jingle jingle*

It’s all one big comedy to him, it’s all organized chaos🤪

Hes also obsessed with any and all popcorn he has tried every flavor at least once

Art also has a Dr Pepper ✨PrObLem✨

Like fr he will drop kick a child for one, he’s a fiend

Art also hopes somebody would try to mug him, he wants any chance to uno reverse with his ✨Mouse Ka Tool✨

SO…. Art the clown has taken this page by storm, I have to keep giving the ppl what they want. I never realized how many fans there are of Terrifier. I shall continue to write more slasher content as the spooky season progresses. Also I’m gonna go watch Terrifier 3 to get more ✨ConTent✨ also might show my Art cosplay here someday…anyways… TOODLES

Mavera (V)

[mrtequilasunset]

Fellas guess what we're doing again tonight

Figured out there's no rules and I'm allowed to have floor time outside too. Incredible

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 9

Masterlist

Warning: angst with a little fluff, drinking, mention of death and bone marrow transplant

Note: italicized sentences are text messages

Word Count: 3.3k

The couple was waiting for you at their dining room table. Pepper was sipping on a mug, and Tony had a glass of whiskey, but it was untouched. There weren’t many times you got in trouble with your mom. You were a good kid - you listened to your mom’s rules and stayed out of trouble. Sometimes, you liked to test her patience by sneaking out of the house to go to a party or talking back. You were a kid, after all. On nights you sneak out, your mom would sit on the couch with a glass of wine in her hands, waiting to ensure you got home safe. This felt like one of these talks. You sighed, sat in the empty chair, and rested your sketchbook on the table. You wished Morgan was here; maybe they would go easier on you. “So,” you broke the silence. “Can we get the yelling and the lecture over with you?” You asked.

“We aren’t going to yell at you,” Pepper said. Oh. Well, you were a little surprised by that. “We are just concerned.” You sighed, glancing up at the billionaire across the table.

“Before we get into the nitty gritty, can I say something?” The couple nodded. “When my mom died, I didn’t handle it well. She was the only person that stayed constant in my life; friends and other people came and went, but she was always there. So when I lost her, it broke something inside me, and I ran,” you looked up. “Then I got sick, and this sickness forced me to reach out to people and create relationships I swore off. But you make it so hard because you care about me. You’ve known me my entire life. I’m sorry, Tony, I shouldn’t have said that to you,” you apologized. Tony sighed.

“We all care about, kid,” he said. “Watching you the past few days has been on all of us.” You nodded. “We wanted to tell you I found a match.” Your eyes widened in shock. A match? Did he say he found a match? But the odds were so low you weren’t sure it was possible.

“Who is it?” You asked.

“That’s what we wanted to talk about,” Pepper said, looking at her husband. “It’s Morgan.”

“No,” you sputtered. “Not happening. No way.”

“Kid-” Tony pleaded.

“No!” You cut him off and stood up; the force made the chair fall over. You’ve read about bone marrow transports when Dr. Carpenter said you needed one. These cells were taken from the pelvis or breastbone through a needle. The area was numbed, but they couldn’t numb it near the bone. Some people who went through it felt no pain, while others felt the experience was more painful than they expected. You knew everyone’s experience would be different, but you wouldn’t subject your half-sister to that. “It’s my body, so I get the final say, and I’m not using her.”

“Do you even realize what you’re saying?” Tony questioned. “If you don’t get a bone marrow transplant, you’ll die.” You knew that. Of course, you did. During every visit with Dr. Carpenter, he reminded you.

“There is a Plan B,” you reminded him.

“Plan B doesn’t guarantee you’ll live,” he slapped his hand on the table. The force shook the table. “This does.”

“I don’t care,” you said. “I’m not doing it.”

“You’ll die.” He repeated.

“I’m not afraid of death,” you admitted, chest rising and falling rapidly. It was like you ran a marathon. “It doesn’t scare me.” Your confession was met with horrible, tense silence. “So if I die, so be it. I’m not using her.” Tony was standing now, hands resting on top of the table as he stared at you. A range of emotions flashed through his eyes-anger, sadness, guilt.

“Attention all Avengers,” FRIDAY cut through the silence. “All Avengers must report to the Quintet immediately.”

“Fucking hell,” Tony mumbled. You felt the tension from the conversation leave your shoulders.

“Go,” you whispered. “We’ll talk when you get back.” He looked between you and his wife. Pepper nodded. Sighing, he kissed Pepper and then placed a kiss on top of your head. The action caught you off guard, and he raced to the elevator. Soon, it was just you and Pepper. The whiskey Tony left sounded pretty tempting, but the CEO stood up, grabbed the glass, and walked over to the kitchen. “Did that go as planned?” You asked. She whipped down the glasses before looking at you, crossing her arms.

“I knew you were going to refuse to use Morgan,” your eyebrows raised in question. “You love that girl too much to see her in pain.” You chuckled and nodded your head.

“I told you both the truth,” you whispered. “I’m not afraid to die.” She nodded, slowly dropping her arms and walking over to you.

“I know you aren’t,” she squeezed your hand. “But the people that care about you are.”

*

You needed a break. After your talk with Pepper, you made a beeline to your room and packed a bag. While you were doing that, FRIDAY sought a train ticket to DC. You got extra clothes, medication, toiletries, and a sketchbook. “Miss. Easton, I found a ticket. Shall I book it and bill it to Mr. Stark’s credit card?” You smiled, slipping on your backpack.

“Yes, FRIDAY, send me the confirmation,” You texted your friend, Chelsie, to see if she could pick you up from the train station. Since you were looking down, you ran into someone when you left your room.

“Ow,” Morgan whined on the ground in front of you. You stared at her, a little confused about her sudden appearance, but her bottom lip started to shake, and you snapped out of it. Quickly, you put your phone away.

“Oh, Your Majesty,” you helped the young girl and pretended to dust her off. “I am sorry. Please forgive me. Oh, if the king hears about this, he’ll surely have my head,” the sound of her giggles echoed on the quiet floor.

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” you sighed in relief, dramatically whipping the sweat off your forehead, but Morgan pouted. “Where are you going?” You sighed. The plan was to sneak out of the tower and text everyone that you were on a train to DC.

“Just on a short trip to visit some friends. I’ll be back soon,” you thought it was a simple enough explanation for her; however, her brown eyes started to swell up with tears. “Hey, hey,” you knelt to be at her level. “No tears, sweetheart,” a few escaped her eyes, and you pushed them away. “What’s got you so upset?”

“You lied to me,” you did? “You said the doctors made sure you were healthy, but you are sick,” you regretted those words as soon as they left your mouth. “I don’t understand.”

“Come here,” you picked her up, grabbed a napkin, and sat on the couch with the emotionally distraught girl on your lap. You used the napkin to whip her cheeks. “Okay, first, I’m sorry that I lied to you. Can you forgive me?” She nodded. “Second, I am sick, but it’s harder to fight this sickness with normal medication. This medicine makes me feel all icky even though it’s helping. Does that make sense?” The girl slowly nodded. You weren’t sure if she did understand.

“When will you get better?”

“That’s the thing,” you spoke slowly. “I’m not sure. I’m going to be sick for a bit, but I promise on days when I feel good, we’ll play together,” you tickled her belly, and once again, the girl dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“Can we play when you get back?” You tapped her on the nose.

“Of course!” She jumped off your lap and demanded another hug as you waited for the elevator.

“Gonna miss you,” she mumbled. Her little arms hugged your leg.

“I’ll miss you too,” you ruffled her hair, and she released your hold so you could get on the elevator. She waved goodbye until the doors closed. “FRIDAY, make sure Pepper knows where her daughter is.”

“Right away Miss. Easton.”

*

It was a quick taxi ride to Grand Central Station, and you made it just in time to board your train. FRIDAY got you a window seat with no one next to you, so you took your sketchbook and headphones out of the bag. Out of all the forms of transportation, trains were your favorite. They were slower and provided a bit more planning, but you loved to sit back and watch the world go by. Sending a quick text to Pepper and Tony telling them where you were, you put your headphones on and played some music.

For some reason, your mind wandered to the 4-year-old girl who thought the world of you. She wanted another story, to play fairy princesses, and missed you. She missed you. You’ve only been in her life for a few days, and she missed you. What was going to happen if Plan B failed? No, you refused to think like that. You were determined and confident that it would work. Dr. Carpenter and the rest of your medical team were some of the most intelligent people. You trusted them with your life. So, if they suggested a treatment plan, you could give it your all.

Sighing, you tapped your pencil on the table in front of you. If there was downtime on your little trip, you could plan a new story to tell Morgan—one filled with action, adventure, and romance.

Your phone buzzed and broke you out of your daydream. You half expected it to be the couple demanding you to return to the tower, but it was text from a number you hadn’t saved. ‘Did you get into a fight with your old man?’ The text read. Your phone buzzed again. ‘Because he’s moody. That would be amazing if you could refrain from upsetting him before a mission.’

“What the hell?” You mumbled. ‘Who is this???’ You replayed.

The response was instant, ‘It’s Blondie, your favorite Black Widow,’ you rolled your eyes. “How the hell did she get your number?” Another message. ‘Don’t tell Natasha that.’ You laughed, saving her contact. ‘So, what happened between you and Stark?’ You sighed, looking out the window. You weren’t sure if you wanted to open that can of worms.

‘You’ve been avoiding me, why?’ You asked instead. The three dots kept appearing and disappearing.

‘Answering a question with a question, smart,’ you chuckled. ‘I don’t know why. It’s hard to explain.’

‘So complicated,’ she sent you two laughing emojis. ‘The fight between Tony and I is complicated.’

‘Is that why you left the tower?’ You were annoyed she knew so much about you, but you knew another about her. It was in her training, right? To know everything about the people around her.

‘I just needed a break,’ you told her. ‘I’m on my way to DC to visit some friends.’ She then read the message but didn’t respond. Odd. ‘Where are you headed to?’ You asked. The three dots appeared.

‘Can’t tell you,’ you frowned. ‘We were called to help other members of the team. They’ve noticed people going missing.’ Missing people? That was never good.

‘Just be careful.’

‘Do you care about me, Easton?’ You could hear the teasing tone in her voice as if she was in front of you. Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile.

‘Nah, besides, you’re my second favorite Black Widow,’ you teased. She sent two shocked emojis. ‘I’m just kidding. You are my favorite. I have to keep your ego in check.’

‘My head is so big it can barely fit through the door,’ you laughed out loud, receiving a few looks from the other passengers. You apologized with a smile.

‘Just be careful, you dork.’

‘I will promise.’

*

“There she is!” Chelsie said, running over to you. She picked you up and spun you around in a circle. You couldn’t help but laugh at your friend’s reaction. “You look good, girlie. I bet you must keep all the ladies away with a 10-foot pole.” She teased and took your backpack for you.

“I got no time for the ladies,” you said, following her to her purple jeep. You were always jealous of the car. You jumped into the passenger seat. “How have you been?” You met Chelsie at a bakery you used to visit when you wanted a new place to study. She knew your order, my heart, and would sneak leftovers to you when her dad wasn’t looking. A fast friendship was created that gave your mom a few extra gray hairs, but you loved the girl.

“So,” she said. “Are you hungry? I can get the old crew back together.” The old crew was a group that consisted of eccentric artists who loved to party and create with one another. You weren’t sure if they had an off switch, but they were some of the kindest people you’ve ever met. You haven’t seen them since your mom passed away. It would be good to see them.

“Sure, set it up,” Chelsie smiled.

“Voice command,” she ordered her blue tooth. “Send a text to the group chat ‘Triple Threat’ - everyone meet at Harvest in an hour.” You took your phone out and sent a text to the Black Widow and Tony, telling them you were picked up by your friend. “Are you texting the old man?” You laughed, locking your phone.

“Yeah, I have to make sure he knows you didn’t kidnap me,” your friend playfully slapped you.

“Tony Stark,” she said slowly. “I can’t believe that man got with your mom,” it was a little shocking to you, too. “What’s he like?” You chuckled, leaning back in your seat, and watched the city you once called home go by.

“Honestly, he’s been great,” you said. “Better than I thought he would be, but-” your voice trailed off.

“He’s not your mom?” Chelsie guessed and stole a glance at you.

“Is it bad that I keep comparing how he’s doing and reacting to how she would?” She shook her head.

“I think it’s human nature to look for similarities when differences surround us,” she grabbed your hand. “It does not make you a bad person. It just makes you human.”

*

“Lil’Picasso,” Jeffrey cheered, standing up from the chair and causing a small scene in the small restaurant, but that was the nature of being friends with the Triple Threats - they were extra loud but so full of love. Chelsie drove to her apartment, and you showered before heading to the Harvest. Everyone in the crew had a nickname. Yours was Lil’Picasso. Jeffrey was deemed the Mad Hatter, or Hatter for short, for his love of sewing. You hugged him first, then Michelle, the photographer of the group, Kandis, the writer, and finally Austin, who was famous on the streets of DC as Ghost, a graffiti artist. They were all super talented, your people, and one day, they would change the world. You felt bad for leaving like you did. Michelle and Jeffrey were part of the population that lost five years of their life.

“I see the Big Apple has changed you so much,” Michelle teased, pinching your cheeks as you sat beside them. “I barely recognize you.” You slapped their hands away.

“Shut up, mirror,” you laughed. Kandis filled your glass with water from the pitcher. You thanked her with a smile. “You guys have to come and visit. We can see a Broadway show.”

“Is Stark paying for it?” Austin asked. “We are broke, starving artists.” You could talk the billionaire into booking a hotel and paying to see a Broadway show. The waiter came over and took your order. You got a simple salad, wondering if you could stomach your usual. Once he left and brought back brake oil, Kandis hit your leg under the table to get your attention.

“So, the Avengers,” she said, spreading butter on the bread. “Are they as hot as they are on TV? Or are they hotter in person?” You rolled your eyes. “Hey! I’m not blind. They are good-looking.”

“I mean, yeah,” your mind immediately went to the blonde Black Widow, but you chased that thought away. “They are good-looking.”

“Who is it?” Chelsie asked. You hummed in question, sipping on some water. “Who did you think about when Ink asked you that?”

“No one,” you lied. That was the other thing. It was impossible to lie to this group. It was like they had a sixth sense for it. “Look, there is someone, but nothing has happened.”

“What’s her name?” Jeffrey asked.

“I don’t know,” your friends stared at you. “It’s a running but between the two of us. I call her Blondie.”

“Awe,” Michelle said. “That’s adorable.” You chuckled.

“Enough about me. Tell me about you guys. Book any gigs. Avoid the police?” Austin had a few close calls with the authorities. So they began to fill you in on everything that wasn’t posted on social media. Even when the food came, the conversation didn’t stop. There was so much to catch up on. Your heart ached for this familiarity, but your phone vibrated in your pocket, pulling you out of the story. Chelsie was talking about a possible TV show she had booked. Glancing at it, under the table, was a picture from the blonde. She took a picture of Kate sleeping with a permanent marker close to her face. A second text popped up with a message, ‘Do I or don’t I?’ You chuckled softly.

‘Don’t!!! She’s gonna be so upset with you.’ You sent. She quickly followed up with an emoji of a girl shrugging her shoulders. ‘Your funeral.’

“Is it the new boo?” Jeffrey asked. You glared at him.

“She’s not my boo, Hatter,” you made the mistake of placing your phone on the table. Chelsie grabbed it. “Vogue, give it back.” You pleaded.

“Relax, Picasso,” she unlocked your phone. “I’m just taking a group photo.” She turned the phone around with your camera app open. “Everyone smile!” Michelle put their arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. Everyone had big smiles on their face while you deadpanned the camera. “Wow, it looks like you love behind here,” she did a few things with your phone and returned it to you. She sent it to the blonde with a text message - ‘Hi Blondie!!!’

“I hate you,” you put your phone in your pocket.

“We are trying to get the ball rolling,” Kandis said. “When was the last time you got laid?” You cringed.

“Not answering that.”

“That means a while,” Ryan mumbled. You threw a piece of half-eaten bread at him, which he caught in his mouth and stuck his tongue at you. The group laughed, and you couldn’t help but smile; you could never stay mad at them for long. Your phone vibrated again.

‘Blondie? Are you talking about me, Easton?’ Another message.

‘Also, you look thrilled to be there. Do you need me to save you?’ Such a simple question made your stomach drop. She wouldn’t leave her mission if she asked you to, right? She was teasing, messing around with you. You wouldn’t ask her anyway; people’s lives were at stake. Michelle rested their head on your shoulder and read the message.

“Damn, girl. She’s got it bad for you,” you pushed them away, which meant they fell into Jeffrey. He put his arm around them.

‘I think I’ll live,’ you texted back. ‘Besides, you have a more important mission than me.’ The dots kept disappearing and reappearing.

‘You will always be important,’ she wrote. ‘No matter what mission any of us go on.’

Taglist: @likemick, @averagetmblrusser, @wandaromamoff69, @simpforyelenabelova, @cd-4848,

[riotlain]

Can I have a Tim Drake x Autistic Male reader?

Like stimming Jazz hands, only using one cup for each drink (example: tall clear tequila Rose glass for Dr. Pepper, a mug that says 'Im a fucking Ray of sunshine' with sunflowers for coffee and tea.). Having crow love language, like finding a pretty rock and just giving it him. Type shit. The I refuse to wash my favorite fluffy blanket because it might change it's texture, autism. GIVE ME THE BAD HABITS!

Just Autistic, Autistic.

Bonus points: Reader confuses the shit out of Batman, because he can mask very well during Combat. But while explaining evidence he found, Reader rambles like he was in Arkham for 2 years. (If your confused on that last part, look up clips of 'Abby telling Gibbs what she found NCIS' on YouTube to get an idea.)

Thank you in advance,

-- Ever Autistic person tried of the ' UWU I'm shy and cute' autistic reader.

ok evil autism time.

cracks my knuckles. time to unleash this

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Listen. Tim's alright with you stimming. UNLESS ITS WHEN YOURE VOCALLING STIMMING WHILE HE WORKS OR IS TRYING TO SLEEP (for once)

ESPECIALLY IF YOUR VOCAL STIM IS LITERALLY JUST SCREAMING

He got you a tablet for when you need to communicate when youre nonverbal and now all he hears is "Shark attack in the aquarium" or some shit

He doesnt question you drinking out of certain cups. It isnt his mug youre drinking from so he doesnt care

You almost killed Dick tho bc he used the cup but anyways🙄🙄

Has all your rocks in a box on his desk. Appreciates them very much

Was a bit confused the first time though

"Here." *Hands Tim a pink rock* "I- Uh thanks??" "😊"

Has your stuff washed when you arent around. Last time he tried to do it infront of you yall literally brawled (You won bc of autistic rage)

Youre the only person who can clean your own room. Not even Alfred can. YOU KNOW WHEN HE DOES YOU CAN SENSE IT

He loves listening to your interests (gets mildly concerned when you say youre gonna blow a character up in an affectionate way)

Youve probably said the same to him but anyways

Ngl you probably knew he was Robin before he told you

"Are you ok??" *Glares* "I know who you are!"

Its his voice, hair, overall vibes (that people just dont pick up on i guess)

Youre a great hero if you are one. You are masking tho so the minute you arent heroing anymore you become the worst thing alive (joke)

"Tim... The suit feels like crumbs again. Im gonna claw my skin away" "No need for that?!?"

And you help him and Batman with detective work yahoo🎉🎉

"He should be here, Batman" "How you do know that?" "Common sense???"

[de4dl0ve]

Mug or barqs

i only like dr pepper :( that is my soda of choice every single time

[puppyboywinger]

drinking an ungodly amount of dr. pepper in a mug that i’m pretty sure is made for soup that says “i’d rather be reading” before i start reading rpf about 40 year old men in emo bands ❤️ i love my life

[spinecutter]

the point of a vessel (a cup, mug, bottle, can) is to contain. those that serve us no longer (when my can of dr pepper is empty) we throw away so carelessly because we believe theres no other point to such an item. what if i told you that as i tossed my empty can into my trash bag it looked up to me and said Father, please, do not discard me. take me in, take me as one of your own. while my flesh is cold and aluminum and yours is warm and soft, youll find that my soul has such depth of which youve never seen, my spirit and love being an endless fountain of liquid for my body to contain. And what if i told you i took it back out of the bag and crushed it in my hand and threw it back in. slamming the lid of the trashcan shut afterwards. leaving the can to decay and rot with the rest of my garbage. what then

[dailyhogz]

dr pepper anon here. first off you're an icon and i love your art style! but also my friend and i were having a discussion about whether or not shadow would like soda and/or cold drinks and we concluded that it wouldn't like carbonation or cold . but it would like the taste of dr pepper. so , um. only the ultimate lifeform would microwave dr pepper in a mug yknow

no yeah this checks out. pleasure doing business w u dr pepper anon <3

[timetraveltasting]

HOT DR PEPPER (1968)

It's been a spooky and scary week or so in many ways, and what better way to comfort myself than trying out this Halloween-branded Hot Dr Pepper for my next Tasting History , or rather, Drinking History, concoction. This alcohol-free drink is exactly what it sounds like: Dr Pepper pop warmed up. Dr Pepper, currently the second highest-selling carbonated soft drink in the United States, was created in the 1880s by pharmacist Charles Alderton in Waco, Texas, and first served around 1885. It was first nationally marketed in the United States in 1904, and went on to become a favourite soda with broad and structured marketing campaigns by the 1950s. In the 1960s, the company noticed that Dr Pepper sales dipped in the winter months. So, they launched a marketing campaign, with Dick Clark as the spokesman, to popularize hot Dr Pepper in order to boost winter sales. There were printed ads, there were TV commercials, restaurants began featuring the drink on menus, and you could buy special hot Dr Pepper mugs. However, the drink never quite caught on, and those who drink it today tend to favour it as a way to soothe symptoms of the common cold. I decided to try this recipe because Dr Pepper is one of my favourite pops, and I also like a warm drink in the colder months. See Max’s video on how to make it here or see the ingredients and process at the end of this post, sourced from his website.

My experience making it:

This is most definitely the easiest 'recipe' I have made yet. I just bought one can of Dr Pepper (I got the Halloween-branded can, which has no flavour difference, but a fun design!) and a lemon.

I poured the can into a pot and heated it on the stove on medium heat until it reached 85 degrees Celsius (180 Fahrenheit), using my brand new cooking thermometer. I then poured it into my favourite mug (shaped like a curling stone), sliced the lemon, and added a slice to the mug. It smelled good, and looked kind of like a hot, sweet black tea.

My experience tasting it:

After waiting for it to cool down a little and for the lemon to hopefully impart some of its flavour into the hot Dr Pepper, I took a sip. Shockingly, it tasted of... Dr Pepper! Surprise, surprise. The only differences I could detect were the hot temperature and the flatness. There were simply no bubbles left in this formerly-fizzy drink. My tastebuds kept searching for a hint of lemon, but not much could be found - perhaps it blended too well with the 23 spices Dr Pepper claims to contain. Regardless, I did like the drink, but only because I already like Dr Pepper. I suppose the heat of the drink was comforting, but I would probably prefer to make tea, hot chocolate, or mulled wine if that's the mood I was in. Of course, Max did warn me of all of this - he had a near identical reaction to hot Dr Pepper - but I decided to make it because it is one of my favourite pops, and why not? While I did think it tasted good, it didn't taste good enough for me to make it again. I could imagine, however, that this recipe could be improved upon by adding a fruit juice or two, or a few more spices on top of the 23 apparently already in the Dr Pepper recipe. If you end up making it, if you liked it, or if you changed anything from the original recipe, do let me know!

Hot Dr Pepper original recipe (1968)

Sourced from Dick Clark's instructions in a Dr Pepper commercial (1968).

Just heat Dr Pepper in a saucepan till it steams. Then pour over a thin slice of lemon. That’s a hot idea! Yes, Dr Pepper is delicious cold or hot.

Modern Recipe

Based on Dick Clark's line in a Dr Pepper commercial (1968) and Max Miller’s version in his Tasting History video.

Ingredients:

1 can of Dr Pepper

1 lemon slice

Method:

Pour the Dr Pepper into a saucepan. Set it over medium heat until it reaches 180°F (85°C).

Place a lemon slice in a mug. Pour the hot Dr Pepper over it, then serve it forth.

[stupid-elf]

10-12 for stoned writer asks!

Link to the original https://www.tumblr.com/jules-m-scribbles/758063745132036096

Jules and Davy beat you to 10+11, but here's 12!

12. What're your hydration, caffeination, and fun drinks?

For simple hydration, I'm a lover of the classics. Water and gatorade for me. Water, properly filtered and from a clean water bottle, tastes good and I stand by that. Gatorade is necessary for electrolytes for me due to reasons doctors have not uncovered.

Controversial post but I love milk, specifically whole milk. 2% is okay, 1% is on really thin ice, and skim is chalk water, but whole milk is a simple delight. It also counts as a snack, which is awesome. Chocolate milk.... The nectar of the gods....

For sugary drinks, apple juice, pink lemonade, and root beer are my all-time favorites. Once upon a time I was a lover of Dr Pepper and Cherry Coke but a medical issue now makes anything with caffeine a rare treat attached to a pain price tag.

When it's in season, apple cider is an absolute must, warmed in a mug. Drink it and tell me you don't feel the sweet, loving spirit of the orchard flowing through your veins.

For the information you came here for, "what's something weird about my friend," I regularly drink apple juice out of a rocks glass with a couple ice cubes. It makes me feel very fancy and powerful.

[flamingostalker]

sometimes when it’s quiet I’ll try to “pre-grieve” and imagine “this is what it’ll be like when my dad is gone.” but even just sitting here in the kitchen this is impossible. his laptop is on the table, his bananas are in the bowl, the game we bought for christmas in 2017 is on the window seat. we’re in the smallest details of everyone’s lives. a bottle of red wine I’ll never drink, the coffee mug I’m drinking from now, the strawberries and cream dr pepper zero I’ll drink later. rejoice! we don’t go