#pepsi pop sans

[whyl3m0nzsour]

official character designs!

I promise this is the last time I change olive 😭🙏

alright, I’ma give you some fun facts about olive

has a core body temperature of 37 degrees F and skin temperature of 45 degrees F

Born and lived in Russia when he was alive

never shows PA

hates erick

ultimate idgaf personality

[solroswaslost]

...Mylo would so kindly tell me what on earth you're playing..?

He loves Animal Crossing

[what-if-nct]

What NCT's cum taste like.

Johnny: Battery acid, straight battery acid. Will actually sting your lips. Do not swallow for your own well being.

Taeyong: Straight sugar, it skips right past tasting salty to tasting like sugar, specifically powdered sugar.

Yuta: Cocaine, he doesn't even do cocaine but like it just tastes like a hard drug. Do not go back for more.

Kun: Lemon San Pellegrino, extremely hydrated close to having no taste but he likes his fancy water.

Doyoung: You know the way a doctor's office smells, just extremely clean and sterile with a hint of the older doctor's cologne, Yeah that's what it tastes like.

Ten: Tropical fruit punch, he drunk his pineapple juice he knows what to do.

Jaehyun: Battery Acid part two, but it burns the back of your throat and your coughing for air and you want to smack him for asking you to swallow that.

Winwin: Nothing with a hint of blueberry and menthol, hydrated but not enough, you can still taste his habits.

Jungwoo: Candy, jolly ranchers, starbursts, Skittles, blow pops, he's more high fructose corn syrup than man.

Mark: watermelon and hot pockets, no explanation needed.

Xiaojun: Mint, just like straight peppermint oil, it's like you gave a candy cane a blow job

Hendery: Fresh homemade lasagna, and he says it's me Mario when he climax's

Renjun: Sparkling water, lemons, berries, beauty and talent. You should thank him for it.

Jeno: Cheese, specifically canned cheese and flat diet Pepsi.

Haechan: Sour patch kids, need I say more.

Jaemin: Straight black coffee.

Yangyang: Monster, Red Bull, and a blue raspberry vape

Chenle: Hot unfiltered tap water, it's literally boiling hot, call a doctor.

Jisung: Balloons, cause he's still wearing the condom and is afraid to take it off.

[asteraceae-blue]

Irrlicht: Chapter 1

Published on AO3

Authored by AsteraceaeBlue (Helianthus-exilis)

For @miabicicletta with decadent 1980s Dana Scully vibes and love

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Down the dry gullies of the mountain stream

I calmly wend my way

Every river will reach the sea

Every sorrow, too, will reach its grave

~ Franz Schubert

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Martha’s Vineyard, 1983

Saturday, June 25th, 7:15PM

Crimson droplets stained the chipped white porcelain of the sink, turning pink as they were caught up in the swirl of the water cascading from the rusty faucet. She watched the mini whirlpool of color disappear down the drain. It would have been mesmerizing, beautiful even, if she didn’t know exactly what it meant. If it wasn’t so fucking sad. Watching part of her life skip away down the drain, her heart pounded out a rhythm that seemed to match the thud of the bass from the band playing on the other side of the bathroom door. Some local group, busting out covers of Creedence Clearwater and Van Morrison, amongst others. 

When the pointillism of blood finally stopped, she reached over to the paper towel dispenser and grabbed a few, running them under the water before pressing the wad to her nose, wiping away the evidence of her frailty. Her hands trembled and the towels were rough and smelled like damp cardboard. She shoved the balled up mess into the garbage can next to the sink and washed her hands. She looked in the mirror; a little pink, like she’d only blown her nose. That’s all anyone else would see or think.

Dana Scully reached behind her back and tightened the strings of the black waitressing apron wrapped around her waist, smoothing out the front and adjusting the black tee shirt with Gill’s Grill, Steak & Seafood printed in white. A giant harpoon underscored the words, driving home the nautical theme, as though every restaurant on the Vineyard didn’t have something to do with boats and fish and shells. She was just happy the dark color hid so much when it came to stains. She redid her ponytail, taming fluffy copper flyaways, pinched her cheeks to pop some color back into them, and turned to push her way out the door.

The sound of the band hit her full force, jolting her back to the present. A small crowd had gathered in front of the stage at the far end of the bar, swaying with pints of beer to “Bad Moon Rising.”

It was about as close as the Transatlantic set got to Woodstock.

When her roommate from Maryland offered to set her up with a summer job on the Vineyard, Dana was hesitant. She pictured a lot of boat shoes and Jackie Kennedy types and wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand it. Luckily, Gill’s had a nice balance of the upper crust and the working man who supplied them with their main courses. The latter tended to be bar flies; fishermen who were after a cold beer at the end of a long day of sun and fighting fishing nets. Having grown up in San Diego Navy housing and Annapolis Harbor, Dana had a soft spot for the salty workers. She felt better with them around.

She caught Erica’s eye from across the dining room as her roommate finished taking drink orders from her table. Waiting by the drink station, Dana fiddled with straws and neatened stacks of soda cups that didn’t need neatening.

Erica walked up to her, grabbing a tray from the pile and loading up cups with Pepsi and water.

“Thanks,” Dana said, helping her fill the drinks.

“Hey, no problem,” Erica assured her. “You feeling better?”

“Yeah. I think I just, um, ate something that didn’t agree with me.”

“Okay,” Erica said, looking at her sideways. “If you need to go back to the house, you can. I can cover you.”

“No, no,” Dana insisted, shaking her head. “I’m fine now.”

“M’kay,” Erica said with a smile. She hoisted the tray of drinks onto one hand and winked. “I got this. You can get their food. I’m predicting cheeseburgers cooked to a hockey puck and fish and chips they’ll think is too fishy.”

Dana smiled and watched her walk back to the table, her blonde perm barely contained in a braid. Bright and athletic, Erica was at Maryland on a volleyball scholarship and majoring in history. She had an inherent discipline that reminded Dana of her father. It was a good presence to have as she navigated the chaos of physics and pre-med. It kept her going in some of her hardest moments, when she was ready to say it was all too much. Erica would be there, waiting to tell her a ridiculous story from practice, or drag her out for a jog, or remind her that college degrees last longer than boyfriends (wink wink). Even if she had no idea what, exactly, Dana was struggling with, she was there to help keep the faith.

Dana took a quick breath and pulled her order pad from her apron pocket.

Sure enough, the fish and chips tasted too fishy.

An hour and a half later, she scraped the uneaten clumps of the dinner into the trash in the bustling kitchen, wondering how anyone could waste so much food. Her parents would never have put up with it, still didn’t put up with it even though three of their four children were grown and out of the house. Granted, the punishment had shifted from smacked bottoms to looks of judgment, but the implications were equally strong - you don’t take basic comforts for granted.

Apparently, her fellow waitress Janie was having the same struggle with her own customers that night. The tall brunette stormed into the kitchen holding a plate brimming with a juicy steak, baked potato, and vegetable medley.

“Sonny!” she fumed, tossing the plate onto the busy window. “Table three claims they asked for medium and they have their panties in a twist that this is not medium. It’s too pink.”

The middle aged line cook who’d been at the helm of Gill’s kitchen for the better part of a decade loomed over the pass-through and looked like he was about to spit onto the dinner. He placed a beefy hand on the edge of the porcelain and spun it around to glare at the steak.

“It’s fucking perfect,” he snarled, chewing on a toothpick that was only a placeholder for the cigarette that was waiting for him on his break. “You wanna ask them to come back here and show me how to cook a fucking medium steak?”

“You want I should do that?” Janie snapped back, hand going to her cocked hip. “Just toss it under the goddamn broiler for thirty seconds, send it to hell, if they burn their mouth they won’t complain anymore.”

Sonny grabbed the edge of the plate and turned towards the line with a look that could murder. She was the only one in the entire place who could talk to Sonny like that and not end up in the dumpster out back. Janie huffed loudly and crossed her arms as she collapsed against the wall.

“I can’t believe I took this job again this year,” she griped, snapping bubble gum between her teeth, talking to no one in particular. Dana listened out of courtesy more than anything as she finished clearing her dishes before adding them to the busser’s tub. “One more year. One more goddamn year and I’ll be done with cosmetology and then I’m done with these idiots.”

Whether she was referring to customers or coworkers, Dana wasn’t sure and she didn’t find out. Erica opened the back door, returning from her garbage run, a smile on her face. She clocked Janie immediately.

“Hey Janie!” she called out, eyebrows raised with a twinkle in her eye. “Spooky’s back!”

“Shit, really?” Janie panicked, suddenly checking her bustline and her hair.

Dana watched her with confusion.

“Who’s Spooky?” she asked.

“Local boy,” Erica told her as she meandered over, leaning on the wall next to Janie. “Janie’s had a crush on him since they were kids. But then, she’s had a crush on every boy on this island since she was a kid.”

Janie elbowed her.

“He’s a fucking catch,” she insisted.

“You just like anyone who comes with a little drama.”

“I don’t care what he comes with, only who,” Janie replied, innuendo dripping from her mouth. She hiked her black suede skirt up a few inches. “Where is he?”

“Where else? Lurking around the field out back with a flashlight.”

Janie hustled towards the backdoor without so much as a thank you.

“Hey, Jesus, at least take some trash out with you!” Erica called after her.

The door slammed shut. Dana looked at Erica.

“Spooky?” she said with a dubious expression.

“Fox Mulder. Can you believe his parents did that to him? I’d just about die if I had to walk around with a name like that.”

“What’s his deal?” Dana asked, unable to stay her curiosity.

“He’s kind of the local intrigue,” Erica said. “Family has money. Dad has some high level government job and there’s always black cars coming and going from the house. He just got back from college - England.”

Dana rolled her eyes. For a traveling Navy brat of a Captain, none of that impressed her all that much. 

“That’s it?” she said.

Erica glanced around, looking like she was making sure no one was listening, though it was unnecessary. The kitchen staff couldn't care less about their conversation. She leaned in a little.

“His kid sister was kidnapped when he was, like, thirteen. They never found her.”

Dana’s breath caught in her throat. Her hands tingled and she forced herself to breathe.

“Why, um, why do you call him Spooky?” she asked, desperately trying to sound casual.

Erica smiled.

“Ever seen The Twilight Zone?”

“Ladies, you gonna stand there and chit chat all night or you wanna serve people food at some point?” Sonny yelled from the line, shoving plates into the window. He slammed his palm on the bell. “Pickup!”

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Gill’s Grill, 10:23PM

After pocketing decent tips and finishing her side work as the last of the patrons drifted out the door, Dana said goodnight to everyone. She slipped out the side door, heading for her dusty hand-me-down Ford wagon. It was parked in the corner of the lot in front of a stand of bushes and overlooking a coastal meadow that dipped towards the ocean. Dana breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the scent of salt air that she could practically taste, refreshing her mind after the inundation of stuffy kitchen fumes and dining room smoke. 

Circling around to the front of her car, she leaned against the hood and rested for a moment, taking the weight off her sneakered feet. 

Her legs ached, probably more than they should at the ripe age of nineteen.

Her mother hadn’t wanted her to work that summer. She was so worried about her health, insisting that the best thing for Dana to do was come home and rest between years of study. But Dana knew the financial strain her education was putting on the Captain, and with Charlie coming up right behind her for college she saw no choice other than to roll up her sleeves and earn some money. Besides, she was doing relatively well that summer. She had more energy. She barely knew she was sick most days, until the tingling began in the bridge of her nose. 

She stared out into the darkness, the lights from the parking lot providing a curtain of security as she listened to the sound of other workers getting into their cars and leaving for the night, the crickets singing in the grass of the meadow, and the radio playing Motown in the kitchen as the busboys finished their cleanup.

A beam of light caught her eye off in the distance. It bounced along, sweeping this way and that over the meadow, the trees and bushes, moving parallel to the parking lot. She realized it was a flashlight. The person holding it slowed and stopped not fifty feet from her, aiming the light down at a forty-five degree angle towards the ground. Squinting, relieved of the shifting beam of light, she could just make out the shadow of a person standing in the field of summer grass beyond the lot. As her eyes adjusted, the shadow sharpened to reveal a young man, tall and lanky. Brown shaggy hair spilled back as his face tipped up, his serious eyes staring upwards at the stars. The image made her sad in a way she couldn’t articulate. She looked away, feeling as though she’d intruded on an incredibly private moment.

Quietly, she pulled the keys out of her purse and pushed away from the hood of the car, walking towards the driver’s side. She gently opened the door, then paused, her hand stilling on the metal frame. Feeling horribly voyeuristic, she took one last look at the man standing in the dark, gazing upwards with a lost expression. For one fleeting second, she thought about going to him to see if she could help. But help with what? What could she possibly say? She didn’t even know him.

Dana slipped into the worn leather seat and started the car, keeping the headlights off until she’d turned the wagon in the opposite direction of Fox ‘Spooky’ Mulder.

[maguro13-2]

Tsugumi : (as a waitress) What would you two like to drink, sir & ma'm?

Soul : I'm gonna go get myself a coke. How about you, Maka?

Maka : I might as well get water.

Tsugumi : Pepsi okay for you? Or Would you like some cake pops to go with that?

Soul : Pepsi and Cake pops?! What is this, Seattle?! Hell no! This universe sucks, Ya f***ng whore! (Flips table and the two storms out)

Tsugumi : Why did I even work here to become a waitress?

"meanwhile..."

Shinra : I'm really hungry. I wish I need something to eat.

Arthur : Can we get McDonalds?

Maki: Oh, hell no! I'm not eating anything from junk food, ya douchebags! I'm staying lean and green on the vegan side! Go eat burgers at a diner in San Francisco. (gets up and walks off) I am never eating meat again.

Arthur : Hey, Tamaki. Want to go eat at appblebees?

Tamaki : Uhh, pass. I already lost my appetite back in Emmitsburg. Also, we got lunch here at home. (Sees Hibana eating a frozen Krabby patty)

Hibana : What? I'm eating this new frozen stuff at home. It's not that bad.

Iris : Uhh, I believe that's sand you're eating

Hibana : What?! (retches, vomiting)

Arthur : Un second, we're gonna have some grilled cheese for lunch.

Iris : Oh yeah, grilled cheese would be nice!

Shinra : I'm into Grilled Cheese!

"later..."

Soul : Hey, guys! Guess what day it is?

Maka : Is it Pizza Friday!?

Shinra : Saturday morning breakfast!?

Tamaki : Double Sundays!?

Soul : Nope! (With shades on) it's taco Tuesday!

Maka & Tamaki : Taco Tuesday!?

Shinra : Ah, not again!

*SMASH!*

Taco : Where's my money!?

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Bedridden Blues

Ship: Anton Chigurh x Salem Nickel Newman

Word Count: 1022

Summary: During a shootout, Salem caught a stray bullet through the ankle, making his life on the run more like a life on the moderately fast limp. Anton insists he get his rest in when he can and bars him from overstrenuious activity- including taking anymore hits. CWs for mentions of violence, injury, food, and drugs, some suggestiveness toward the end.

Tag List: @futurewife @canongf

About two days ago, Salem was shot right through the left ankle, by no real fault of his own… “Just one of those crazy flukes, I guess,” he had said once he and Anton had gotten away from the shootout before promptly collapsing. They had since gone off the beaten path to find a hotel to reside in, waiting for their next hit.

“What did I tell you about walking around too much?” Anton asked softly yet sternly as Salem re-entered their room. Anton had set out to get a scope of where exactly they were, so in the meantime Salem had gone down the hall to get a pop from the vending machine.

“I didn’t think you’d be back so soon and I was thirsty,” Salem limped to the bed and sat down, cracking open his can of Pepsi. “It’s not that long of a walk, Anton.”

“You have a hole through your leg and it’s not going to get better unless you lay off it.” Anton shooed Salem further up the bed, took his foot in his hand and propped it back up on a small pile of pillows at the end of the bed.

“You act like I’ve never been shot before.” Even as he said it, Salem grimaced, attempting to cover it up with a swig of his soda.

“You’re goddamn lucky you’ve never gotten badly shot.” Anton knelt beside the bed and took his partner’s free hand in his own. “I know, you like what we do, you’ve grown accustomed to living a majority of your time on the road, but can’t you just sit for a little while?? I’ve done all I can for you with what I could get my hands on, now you’ve gotta play the waiting game.”

Salem frowned as he continued to drink his Pepsi before finally setting it aside and looking down at his ankle. “When did you do all that cleanin’ and sewin’ and gauzin’ anyhow?”

“The first night we got here, when you were out cold.”

“‘Suppose that’ll do it.”

“Here,” Anton stood and strode over to the tiny television set on the dresser, picking up the remote control on his way, and turned it on. He silently considered the TV guide for a moment before changing the channel and bringing up Alien, in all the glorious, grainy quality of the 1970s. “Watch this. I’m going to take a shower.”

“Anton, you know I don’t like movies unless we’re seeing ‘em in the cinema…!” Salem groaned as he disappeared into the bathroom.

“Make do.”

Salem huffed and half-directed his attention to the TV across the room, exhaling as he leaned back against his pillows. He knew Anton was right about not putting too much strain on the wound, but the last time he had been truly cooped up like this was way back before Anton had even come into his life. Things were unfathomably dull, then.

Just as Salem felt he was about to drift off for the night, between the faint sound of Anton’s shower and the dull ache in his leg becoming background noise in his mind, the bedside telephone began to ring. Springing up in bed, Salem scrambled to pick it up.

“Anton Chigurh?”

Salem grabbed a notepad and a pen as he cradled the phone between his shoulder and his ear. “Just his business partner, who’s asking?”

“Someone who’d pay a pretty penny to find out who’s stealing his product and reselling it… tampered with. You’re not far from us, now, based on our sources. You ride into San Angelo and we’ll get you in contact with a middleman who’ll give you more information.”

“We don’t deal in vagueries, mister. Name the price up front and we’ll consider getting back to you.”

“$900,000, how’s that grab you?”

"You'll know by tomorrow." He promptly hung up and ecstatically waited for Anton to come back into the room. They didn't really do this for money- especially not Anton, who had a voracious taste for both the hunt and the eventual kill, and all the carnage that he would inevitably create in his wake, but they always appreciated cash to assure a roof over their head and food in their stomachs… the easy way.

"We got a call, Foghorn." Salem stated as Anton exited the bathroom in his jeans (he rarely wore anything "usual" to bed). He raised an eyebrow.

"You're using a nickname, you must be rather proud of yourself."

"$900,000 to go bust some drug trader's chops. Could be fun. We've gotta go to San Angelo tomorrow to get more information."

Anton thought for a moment. "I'll scope it out."

"Yes!"

"But you’re not coming."

"What?!"

"My word is final, go to bed." With that, Anton twitched off the light and slipped into the second bed. Salem opened his mouth to retaliate, but he knew Anton wouldn't respond, even if he did, and thus resorted to silent stewing as he tried to fall back asleep.

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"Let me come, pleaasee!!" Salem begged as Anton went through his morning routine. He spat out his toothpaste.

"No."

"It’s an hour's drive, it won't overexert me!"

He combed his hair. "No."

"Antonn..!"

He put on his shirt. "For the last," and hoisted Salem over his shoulder as if he weighed no more than your standard bag of groceries, "goddamn time," promptly plopping him down on the bed while simultaneously minding his injured ankle, "I said no, Salem, and you're gonna sit tight here until I come back, unless you want to be in a mess of trouble with me, understood?"

His large hand traveled down their side until it came to his hip, his face inches above its as he gave its skin a flighty pinch. Salem winced and blushed.

"Understood, sir. Sorry, sir."

"That’s more like it, devil." Anton kissed him sweetly and even with all of their frustration, Salem melted, kissing him back with a smile and tousling the back of his hair.

"Well, at least be quick about it."

"I'll try. Room service will bring you breakfast in a couple of hours."

"Bye, baby."

"Bye."

[wolfaveasstuff]

Head cannons my favorite k pop ships

(𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭)

photos are from Pinterest

Ships

: minlix

:hyunlix

:woosan

This is just a fanfic so it's not real obviously

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Minlix

There trope is sunny vs grumpy

Felix is more soft so he's the sunshine

Minho is more grumpy but very soft to Felix

Minho gets jealous over Felix

Felix and Minho are in the same dorm and have different rooms but likes to stay at each other's sometimes

Nobody confessed it just happened

Minho is taller by an inch

Minho nickname for Felix is brownie boy

Minho is the big spoon

Hyunlix

Friends to lovers

Black cat and golden retriever

Hyunjin love Felix's baking especially his brownies

Hyunjin loves painting pictures for Felix

Hyunjin is very protective of Felix

There in different dorms but they are usually in hyunjin's room

Hyunjin confessed first

When Felix gets hurt in any way even if it's a paper cut hyunjin gets over dramatic

Woosan

Hyunjin is the big spoon

There trope is soulmates

Opposites attract

San is possessive over wooyoung

Wooyoung loves teasing San

They have matching tattoos

(𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭)

San can make wooyoung blush a lot

San is the big spoon

San tries to impress wooyoung a lot but fails sometimes especially when it was wooyoung birthday and the Pepsi cap went on the cake

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Not the best but I'll add onto it or just make another

[mint-moon25]

SEATTLE - WASHINGTON - BEGINNING - AMAZON GO -

GROCERY - STORES - CASHIERLESS - BUT - THEY’VE -

HAVE - EMPLOYEES - THERE - 2 - HELP - YOUR - CART -

U - TAKE - PUT - IN - CART - CHARGED - BUT - RETURN -

AND - NOT - CHARGED - BUT - THESE - BLOND - BABE -

WAS - CHARGED - ANYWAY - AFTER - RETURNING NO -

NEED - 2 - CALL - THAT’s - 24 HRS - U - CAN - JUST YES -

REMOVE - BY - APP - 4 - REFUND - BUT - THEY’RE NOT -

FAST - IN - ACTUALLY - IN - CARD - WHEN - BUYING FR -

WEBSITE - FASTEST - REFUND - IS - STILL - THEIR YES -

GIFT - CARD - ON - FILE - 2 HRS - THERE - ALREADY SO -

AMAZON - GO - GROCERY -

NEW YORK

SEATTLE - WASHINGTON - ALWAYS RAINS THERE

SAN FRANCISCO

APP - 2 - GET - INSIDE - U - CAN - HAVE - GUESTS -

BUT - KIDS - ALL - WILL - B - CHARGED - IN YOUR -

CARD - REGISTERED - MAYBE - EBT - ACCEPTED -

WE’RE - PARTNERING - WITH - AMAZON - TRUE -

WILL - B - BETTER - 24/7 - HERE - AT - BRICKELL -

CITY - CENTRE - AND - THIS - TIME - INCLUDES -

MERCHANDISE - SMARTPHONES - MP3 - MUSIC -

KARAOKE - BARS - ALSO - SO COOL - YES THAT -

SO - CORNER - FAKE - GRASS - 3RD - FLOOR - & -

1 BAR - OFF - 2 BARS - ONLY - ALSO - TRUE YES -

WE’RE - BUYING - METROMOVER - EXITS -

BAYFRONT - PARK

BRICKELL - CITY CENTRE

EIGHT STREET

BUYING - THE - EDGE

FINANCIAL - DISTRICT - LAST - STOP

BRICKELL - STATION - NEAR - HILTON’s - THE -

HAMPTON - INN & SUITES - SW 12 ST

TENTH ST - AND - PROMENADE

AKASHI - SUSHI - AND - FOODS 2

LIKE - ANOTHER - CITY - SO - PEACEFUL VERY -

BEAUTIFUL - QUIET - SO - NICE - LIKE - PEACE -

BRICKELL - CITY - CENTRE

EIGHT STREET

BUYING - THESE - METROMOVER - STOPS - SO -

MIAMI - TAXES - OWNS - UNTIL - FIFTH STREET -

ALWAYS - ELEVATOR - NOT - WORKING - WE’RE -

GIVING - THEM - USD - BILLIONS - TAX PAID - $$ -

WHAT - THEY - NEED - BUT - LEGAL - AGAIN -

US - WORK - LAWS - HIGHLY - PAID PER HR -

THESE - STATIONS - NOW - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS -

SO - THAT - FAKE - GREEN - LAWN - WILL XO -

YES - NOW - 24/7 - THE - TAKE - A SLICE - OF -

NEW YORK - HOLIDAYS - NY PIZZA - SO HUGE -

TORSO - ARMS - INCLUDED - LARGER - THAN -

PIZZAS - CHEESE - PEPPERONI - HAWAIIAN -

WITH - PINEAPPLES - HAM - SPAGO - TRUE -

WILD - SALMON - WITH - LIGHT CREAM CHS -

OR - WITH - CAVIAR - ALL - EACH - JUST - $1 -

$1.00 - FOREVER - 500 YEARS - FROM - NOW -

SODAS - 0 CALORIES - ZERO - SUGAR - ZERO - 

COCA - COLA - PEPSI - SAME - $0.25 - ALSO - 2 -

FRUIT - JUICES - $0.25 - FOREVER - AND - THE -

BOTTOM - FREE - KEEPS - SUPER - COLD AND -

FREE - THERMAL - CONTAINERS - 4 - ALL - YES -

BOTTOM - OPEN - OR - NOT - REMAINS - HOT -

HOT - 24 HRS - STRAIGHT - FREE - AND - KIDS -

KIDS - SIZES - AND - SENIORS - 65 AND OLDER -

FREE - FREE - SO - INSTEAD - OF - CHI - WE’RE -

JUST - USING - OUTSIDE - CANOPY - 2 - COVER -

ALL - HEAT - RAIN - AND - OUTDOOR - FANS SO -

COLD - BUT - SENSOR - WARM - OR - ICE - COLD -

BECAUSE - LINES - GALORE - BUT - WE - WILL -

HAVE - UNIFORMED - PUSH - CARTS - 2 - GIVE -

ALL - SAMPLES - PIZZA - AND - DRINK - 0 CAL -

SAMPLES - NO - ONE - STARVING - SO - OUR - 

FRONT - FUTURE - STARBUCKS - WE’RE YES -

BUYING - RESTROOMS - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS TOO -

BUT - SEE - THRU - 2 - CLOSE - THE - REST SO -

STARBUCKS - CAN - B - ALSO - 24/7 - OPEN -

WHY - NOT - BUT - WAS - THINKING - TRUE -

INSTEAD - OF - FORMER - CHI - HALF DUCK -

$48 - WE’RE - THINKING - OF - AMAZON - GO -

BUT - MUSIC - CDs - KOREAN - K POP - JUST -

LOTS - OF - INTERNATIONAL - INSTEAD AND -

BLU RAY - DVDs - OF - KOREA - TV - DRAMAS -

VIKI.com - CHINA - ROMANCE - COMEDIES - 2 -

AMAZON - GO - INTERNATIONAL - MUSIC

CASHIERLESS

BUT - FINALLY - BUY - MP3 - WE’RE - SELLING -

LAPTOPS - TABLETS - SMARTPHONES - WE’RE -

SELLING - SUPER - FAST - RE-CHARGERS AND -

AGAIN - PARTNERING - WITH - AMAZON - WE’RE -

GETTING - LOTS - OF - OUR - STUFF - FROM -

TAX FREE - HONG KONG

SONY - ANDROID - SMART TV - OVER - $2,000 -

SELLING - 4 - $25 - ONLY - I’M - NOT - JOKING -

THUS - NEGOTIATING - PARTNERING - WITH -

AMAZON.com

BUT - OUR - WAY - TAX FREE - HONG KONG -

SUPER - CHEAP - SONY - WALKMANS - ARE -

$5.00 - EACH - ONLY - BUT - OVER - $200.00 -

AT - AMAZON - EBAY - WALMART - THUS WE -

WANT - 2 - NEGOTIATE - WITH - AMAZON GO -

BOOTHS - 2 - GET - AMAZON - PRIME - BUT -

SUPERNATURAL - TECHNOLOGY

THIS - AMAZON - GO - INTERNATIONAL

TONGUES - $500 BILLION

SING TONGUES - $500 BILLION

BOTH - TAX - PAID - ONLY - THOSE WHO -

SPEAK - TONGUES - CAN - ENTER HERE -

NEW - EBT - FROM - HERE - TAP - WAVE -

TONGUES - ONLY - 2 - GET - NEW - EBT -

ELECTRONIC - BENEFITS - TRANSFER -

NEW - RULES

NO - MORE - RAW - CHICKEN

PUBLIX - FRIED - CHICKEN - AND - DELI -

NOW - ACCEPTED - SOFT DRINKS - YES -

MACHINES - RIVER LANDING - ACCEPTS -

4 - SALAD - $8.99 - PER - POUND - EBT - 2 -

HOT - SO - NEW - RULES - NO - MORE -

HIGH FRUCTOSE - CORN - SYRUP YES -

ARTIFICIAL - SWEETENER - HUGE - CALORIES -

BUT - HINDERS - LEARNING - ENDS - MEMORY -

‘DUMB - JOCKS’ - LAST - CENTURY - FR - HIGH -

FRUCTOSE - CORN - SYRUP - THUS - THIS YES -

INGREDIENT - NOT - ALLOWED - THE NEW EBT -

ALL - STORES - CAFES - RESTAURANTS - THAT -

ACCEPT EBT - COOKED - FOOD - SOFT DRINKS -

FREE - REFILLS -

TONGUES - REQUIRED - SAME - ABOVE - BUT -

IF - THEY - ACCEPT - $500 BILLION - PER EACH -

MONTH - BECAUSE - HDG - BANKS - ONLINE -

COMING - HAPPY - DOING - GOOD - BANKS R -

PRE-SET - AMOUNTS - ALREADY - WE’RE NOT -

BEING - GENEROUS - NON-FLAMMABLE CASH -

DEBIT - CREDIT - CARDS - NO - FEES ARE ALL -

NON-FLAMMABLE - AND - ALREADY PRE-MADE -

BUT - TONGUES - REQUIRED - TONGUES - YES -

McDONALD’s - BURGER KING - WENDY’s -

CHICK-FI LA - POPEY’s - ALL - THESE XO -

WILL - BE - ACCEPTING - EBT - TRUE BUT -

TONGUES - REQUIRED - ALL - THEIR YES -

EMPLOYEES - ALL - OUR - APP - SPEAK 2 -

TONGUES - $500 BILLION - TAX - PAID

SING - TONGUES - $500 BILLION SAME

APPLEBEES - CULVER’s - ALL - GETTING -

$500 BILLION - EACH - MONTH - EVERY -

MONTH - THEY - ACCEPT - NEW - EBT -

TAP - WAVE - NON-FLAMMABLE - EBT -

NEW - RULES - INTERNATIONAL - FUNDS -

NEW - CARD - NOS - NEW - NOS - NEW US -

INTERNATIONAL - DEMOCRATIC - PARTY -

NEW - EBT - UPGRADING - TOTALS -

UNEMPLOYED - $10,000 - EACH - MONTH -

MOTHERS - WITH - 1 CHILD - $10,000

PER - CHILD - $10,000 - BUT - EA KID

RECEIVES - NEW - KIDS - EBT - YES

EVERYTIME - THEY EAT - NEW EBT APP -

ABOVE - PUT - 2ND - FINGER - 2 - SCAN -

THEY’RE - EATING - WITH - WHAT THEY -

BOUGHT - HDG - KIDS - BANK - WE’RE -

CHANGING - LAWS - PER - FOOD KIDS -

ATE - $1,000 - GOES - 2 - THEIR - FREE -

KIDS - CHECKING - EVERYTIME THEY -

DRINK - $1,000 - AGAIN - 2ND - FINGER -

APP - ABOVE - NO KID - HUNGRY USA -

EBT - TONGUES - NEW - EBT -

TONGUES - $500 BILLION - TAX - PAID

SINGING - TONGUES - $500 BILLION

MEANING - EBT - NO - LONGER - INCOME

BUT - SITUATIONS - AND - KIDS - HAVING -

ADOPTED - BIOLOGICAL - CHILDREN YES -

NO - MORE - FOSTER - CHINESE - ZODIAC -

BIRTHDAYS - 2 C - IF - THERE - IS - TRUE -

CHEMISTRY - ADOPT - ADOPT - ADOPT -

BANGKOK - THAILAND - BEST - FASTEST -

$1.00 - USD - PER - CHILD - THEY - WANT -

US CURRENCY - THE - VERY - BEST - IS -

ROYAL - KINGDOM - OF - THAILAND AND -

CAPITAL - IS - BANGKOK - WHERE - 2 XO -

ADOPT - ADOPT - ADOPT

THUS - NEW - EBT - IS - CHILDREN AND -

UNEMPLOYED - VETERANS - SSI - YES -

DISABILITY - SURVIVORS

PHYSICAL - DISABILITY - NO - MENTAL -

ALLOWED - NO - NO - NO - MENTALS 2 -

PHYSICALLY - DISABLED - NEW - EBT

PER - MONTH - $25,000 - PER MONTH

SURVIVORS - $50,000 - PER - MONTH

VETERANS - $25,000 - PER - MONTH

ONE - ARM - ONE - LEG - GETS - THE

SURVIVORS - $50,000 - PER - MONTH

BLIND - EYEGLASSES - $25,000 EACH -

MONTH - CROSS - EYED - CONTACTS -

HAVE - INCREASED - EBT - TAKE YOUR -

TIME - AND - REPLACEABLE - START XO -

AGAIN - SHOPPING - MALLS - PUBLIX -

WALMART - WILL HAVE - EBT MACHINE -

2 - CREATE - YOUR - NON-FLAMMABLE -

CARDS - TAP - WAVE - 5 - DUPLICATES -

NON-FLAMMABLE - START - ALL - OVER -

AGAIN - 2 - APPLY - 4 - EBT - NEW - APP -

FREE - FAST - WEBSITES - SO - COOL 2 -

SO - NEW - EBT - SITUATIONS - SURVIVAL -

HAVING - KIDS - ADOPT - ADOPT - ADOPT -

NO - KID - HUNGRY

MOMS - WITH - KIDS - THE - VICTORY -

INSTEAD - OF - STRUGGLE - THEY’RE -

SO - UNRULY - THEY’RE - ACTUALLY -

HUNGRY - LOTS - OF - SUGAR - AND -

THEY - NEED - 2 - PLAY - EXERCISE -

PLAY - AND - BETTER - PLACES - TO -

LIVE - KIDS - SAFER - PLAYGROUNDS -

NEED - ONLINE - EDUCATION - AND FL -

MORE - NEW - EBT - NEW - EBT -

SO - WITH - AMAZON - GO - INTERNATIONAL -

MUSIC - ELECTRONICS - KOREAN - K POP -

CHINESE - MUSIC - PHILIPPINES - MORE 2 -

AMAZONG - GO - GROCERY - IS - ALSO -

INTERNATIONAL - ACCEPTS - EBT YES -

SO - OUTSIDE - HOW - 2 - HAVE - AMAZON -

NEW - APP - SO - THEY - CAN - GO - IN - 2 -

AMAZON - GO - INTERNATIONAL - MUSIC -

ELECTRONICS - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS - ALL XO -

GO - IN - CARTS - SPECIAL - U - PUT - THE -

ITEMS - INSIDE - TOTAL - THERE - PLUS -

THE - ITEMS - REMOVE - ITEM - THE YES -

PRICE - THERE - BUT - MORE - THAN XO -

APP - CASH - COINS - MONEY - ORDER -

PASSPORT - TRAVELERS - CHECKS SO -

LIKE - WALMART - EVERYTHING - 2 YES -

PAY - TOTAL - SAME - 4 - AMAZON - GO -

GROCERY - SAW - THE - APP - SHOWS -

THE - CART - TOTAL - EVERYTHING - IS -

THERE - BUT - THIS - TIME - BOXES AND -

BAGS - AND - SHOPPING - BAGS - MORE -

BECAUSE - VIDEO - ABOVE - IS - JUST A -

LITTLE - WHAT - THEY - CAN - CARRY - & -

SHOPPING - CART - 2 - RETURN - THIS IS -

$5.00 - EACH - TIME - 2 - RETURN - AND -

A - CRISP - BRAND - NEW - $5.00 - TRUE -

RETURN - THIS - MAGNIFICENT - CART -

SO - WHERE - CHI - WAS - AMAZON GO -

INTERNATIONAL - MUSIC - ELECTRONICS -

SELLING - SMARTPHONES - TABLETS AND -

LAPTOPS - BUY - MP3 - THERE - ARE - YES -

OPEN - BOOTHS - BUT - NEW - AMAZON GO -

MP3 - APP - FREE - THE - NEW -

AMAZON GO - MP3 - APP

MUSIC - MUSIC - MUSIC

AMAZON GO - FILMS - YES -

FILMS - FILMS - BUY - BUY -

OPEN - BOOTHS - 2 - SAMPLE - THE - FILMS

THEN - BUY - THUS - AMAZON GO - YES APP

FILMS - FILMS - MP3 - MUSIC - MP3 - MUSIC

AUDIO - AUDIO - DR JERRY SAVELLE - YES -

JOEL OSTEEN - DR JESSE DUPLANTIS YES -

AUDIO - AUDIO - SAMPLES - AT - BOOTHS

AMAZON - GO - AUDIO - AUDIO - BUY - IT

48 HRS - 2 - TEST - ALL - AND - RETURN

GET - REFUND - IMMEDIATELY - AT -

AMAZON - GO - GIFT - ELECTRONIC -

CARDS - REFUND - YOUR - BANKS 2 -

NOW - KARAOKE - BOOTHS - SIT - SIT -

AMAZON - GO - KARAOKE - BOOTHS -

MP3 - MUSIC - U - JUST - BUY - SO U -

SING - BUT - THIS - TIME - WEAR ON -

EAR - THE - MICROPHONE - BE - HANDS -

FREE - AND - SING - SING - SING - AS - U -

SING - AND - SEND - 2 - FRIENDS - OR -

SOCIAL - MEDIA - TUMBLR - REAL YES -

PRETTY - 2 - SHARE - WITH - ACCOUNT -

SEND - 2 - FAMILY - RELATIVES & - FREE -

AMAZON - GO - KARAOKE - BOOTHS - AS -

U - SIT - 24/7 - BUT - EAT - EAT - AND YES -

DRINK - EAT - AND - SING - DRINK - AND -

SING - EAT - PIZZA - AND - BRINT - 2 THE -

KARAOKE - BOOTHS - WITH - APP - YOU -

CAN - RESERVE - THE - BOOTHS - U YES -

HAVE - 10 MIN - 2 - GET - THERE - OR ITS -

OPEN - 4 - OTHERS - 2 - RESERVE - THUS -

10 MIN - 2 - RESERVE - GETTING - THERE -

ONCE - THERE - TAKE - YOUR - TIME AND -

EAT - THERE - DRINK - THERE - NO - ONE -

CAN - BANG - THE - DOORS - GUARDS -

GUARDS - BUT - THIS - TIME - U - CAN -

SEE - OUTSIDE - NO - ONE - CAN SEE -

YOU - WE’RE - PROVIDING - OUR OWN -

FREE - WIRELESS - THAT - AREA - AND -

INCLUDES - RESTROOM - THE - STRONGEST -

MBPS - ALSO AT - AMAZON - GO - MUSIC AND -

ELECTRONICS - WE - SELL - 2 - INCREASE -

YOUR - MBPS - OUTSIDE - AND - ALSO WE -

CAN - GIVE - U - NETWORK - 4 - YOUR YES -

LAPTOPS - SO - U - CAN - HAVE - FASTEST -

MBPS - TETHERING - 4 - YOUR - TABLETS -

SMARTPHONES - U - JUST - PAY - 4 - THE -

LAPTOPS - MBPS - UNDER - AMAZON GO -

CARDS - 2 - PURCHASE - AS - WE CREATE -

HIGH - TECHNOLOGY - SO - BUYING - THE -

SUR LA TABLE - COOKWARE - KITCHEN XO -

STORE - GETTING - THEM - 4 - AMAZON GO -

GROCERY - YES - CHECK - IN - 2 - GET - IN -

BUT - CART - IS - WHERE - 2 - PAY - TRUE -

24/7 - HOLIDAYS - AND - CHEAPEST - YES -

CHEAPER - THAN - PUBLIX - WALMART & -

KIDS - FREE - SENIORS - FREE - BUT WE -

NEED - INVENTORY - RECEIPT - WILL - B -

GIVEN - SOLITAIRE - APARTMENTS NEXT -

2 - EMPTY - LOT - ON - SW 1 ST - 2 - YES -

PUBLIX - SW 9 ST - WELL - WE’RE BUY’G -

THAT - LOT - MAKING - BRICKELL - IKEA -

BASICALLY - WE - SEE - ALL - BUT - NO -

ONE - SEES - INSIDE - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS -

OPEN - PARTNERING - WITH - IKEA - AS -

COOKWARE - LIKE - ‘THE - LAST - HOLIDAY’ -

QUEEN - LATIFAH - AS - SHE - GIVES - FREE -

FOOD - WORKING - THE - COOKWARE - AS -

WE - GIVE - FREE - DELIVERY - INSTALL IS -

FREE - LIKE - $1.00 - PER - MONTH - AND -

NO INTEREST - STOVES - REFRIGERATORS -

FURNITURE - MAX - OF - $5.00 - PER EACH -

MONTH - REQUIRED - TONGUES - SAME -

$500 BILLION - TAX PAID - SING TONGUES -

SAME - $500 BILLION - INSIDE - BUFFETS -

THE - BEST - CHEFS - AND - 4 - KIDS - WE -

ARE - GETTING - CHARLIE BROWN CAFE -

SANRIO - HELLO KITTY - CAFES - INSIDE -

KIDS - FLOORS - WILL - B - SO - FUN FUN -

I’M - ADOPTING - TOTAL - OF - 12 - ASIAN -

BOYS - BROS - EACH - EXCEPT - CHINA -

I’M - VERY - EXCITED - SO - ABOVE - MY -

IDEA - 4 - BRICKELL - CITY - CENTRE I’M -

EATING - LUNCH - SOON - SO - I’VE - YES -

MAYBE - 2 HRS - ALREADY - STANDING -

REMEMBER - 7 1/2 HRS - WHAT - MANY -

IN - USA - DO - 4 - MINIMUM - WAGE SO -

CRUEL LIFE - IN - THE - UNITED STATES -

2023 - YEAR - OF - MAXIMUM - HIGHEST -

LEVEL ATTAINABLE - GLORIA COPELAND -

PAPERBACK - ‘LIVE LONG FINISH STRONG’ -

SHALOM - ‘NOTHING - MISSING - NOTHING -

BROKEN’ - PEACE - PEACE - 2 - ‘ALL OF US’

[survey--s]

500.

What were an average day’s tasks at your favorite job you’ve had so far? That’s my current job - I run my own dog walking business. Most days I do about five walks - occasionally more or less. Normally I start around 8.30am, and do constant walks until 2.30pm, with cat visits before or after depending on the day.

Does your house have an separate laundry room? No, our house is tiny lol. We have a combined washer/dryer and it’s in the kitchen as there’s genuinely no other space for it to go.

Do your parents still help you financially? No. My dad gave me money for my birthday but it wasn’t to support me, it was just so I could buy my own gifts easily.

List 3 things you can see from where you’re sitting? The TV, a cat and the remote control.

Do you go by any nicknames? The name I go by on a day-to-day basis is a nickname, lol.

Are you a very talkative person? As a general rule, no, but if I’m with people I feel really comfortable with, yes, I can be.

What stereotype about your age group do you definitely live up to? I’m addicted to the internet.

When was the last time it rained where you live? It’s raining right now - or at least, it was a few minutes ago. I can’t see properly out of the window from where I’m sitting.

Where is your local polling place for elections? A local community hall about five minutes away.

What was the topic of the last documentary you watched? It was about crime in a country park somewhere.

Does your car have a backup camera? No, my car doesn’t have any cameras whatsoever.

Have either of your parents ever been in trouble with the law? My mum got pulled over speeding once but I genuinely think that’s it. They’re both pretty law-abiding people lol.

What was the last restaurant you ate at? A local pub.

Are you in the same mood most days or are your emotions all over the place? Generally I’m in the same mood most days unless something bad has happened, or I’m due my period lol.

Have you ever had a pet that lived to be really old for its breed/species? I’ve never lost a pet to old age.

Do you have a preferred brand of bottled water? I don’t drink bottled water unless it’s sparkling - and I like San Pellegrino for that.

Have you ever spilled food or drink in your car? Yeah, a couple of cans of Pepsi and stuff.

Is your skin more oily, dry, or combination? Combination.

Have you ever been in a relationship that was progressing faster than you wanted it to? Yeah, and the relationship ended lol.

What kind of flooring is in the room you’re in? Carpet.

Pop quiz! Who is the prime minister of Germany? Germany doesn’t have a Prime Minister. < Ok there you go then, haha. <-- this!

What was the last strong scent you smelled? The candle I have burning at the moment is “Baby Powder” and it smells really nice. Kind of relaxing and clean and comforting.

Are you more prone to overthinking things, or being too impulsive? Both lol. I overthink the little things and I’m impulsive with the big decisions.

Which one of your friends do you see the least often? I don’t really have any friends.

Do you know anyone with a life-threatening food allergy? Yeah, Susie is gluten intolerant.

When was the last time you were outside? Today at work - I came home around 2.30-ish, which is five hours ago.

Who was the last person you sent a birthday card to? How old did they turn? I never really send birthday cards.

[blubberymuses]

That little pat of the shoulder caused a ripple effect across Sayaka's soft bod, sloshing around as the pop sensation picked herself back up.

Whatever slump she was briefly in mentally had evaporated in the matter of seconds, Maizono-san looked reinvigorate, as if a lightbulb flickered on in her head. Yeah, this place was a retreat, one that was perfectly molded for her every need! If she stayed here nothing in the outside world mattered in the slightest, she and her bandmates already had more than enough money to coast along safely for the rest of their life, so why not abuse that here? Who knows, maybe her other chunky colleagues would like a early retirement here...

"Yoouur plaahn shounds'h shtraight'sh out'sha a d-dream~.. Mari... Can I exhtended -- mmphh... muh shtay for ah cchouple ehxtra weeksh?" Sayaka asked inquisitively while chowing down on the unhealthy burgers Ohara nudged at her before guzzling them down with a full two liter bottle of Wild Cherry Pepsi, knowing that with each upcoming deadline she'd simply request for another extension!

It appeared that only after a couple of Mari's appetizing words Sayaka was fully on board!

"W-What'sh uulph do I want'sh mosht? Well... I gueshs'h... uurrp!.. appreciation f-for muh shize, really." Sayaka responded with she bit down on some nearby chicken, her cheeks stuffed as she turned her head toward Mari, some splotches of grease on her face.

She gulped the rest of it down before finishing her response "I guess I'm just... tired of meeting up to the expectations of my fans, Mari. Like the whole reason I got this -- soft in the first place was mainly due to stress-eating, it really helps calm my nerves yet it only amplifies my problems at the end of the day... I wish they could understand my struggle.." She let out a defeated sigh as she slumped over a bit, resting her double chin on what little free space the tablespace had.

[whyl3m0nzsour]

Y’all, so I changed a lot of lore and shit. Pls bear with me.

basics:

olive has new lore

Pepsi is different, and has an official character sheet thank god

also I changed olives brother completely as well as gave him more siblings

Anyways, I haven’t been posting because of laziness and lack of motivation. I haven’t been working on lore and flushing out my characters so at least I’m doing something

First, olive….the inconsistent one

so olive has been changing a lot recently and that is because I am never quite satisfied with his character and lore. However, after doing research I have given him actual lore and a character. I’ll post him soon.

Oh, and his idiot boyfriend

So Peppsi(which is how you spell his name now, I am not changing all my previous posts) is actually one character who I find easy to write and haven’t put too much thought into changing honestly which lead to me focusing on olive more recently. I’ll give my dumbass more attention and give yall lore and angst…hopefully

thx for reading and showing me attention on this platform, have a cookie

🍪

[solroswaslost]

Someone please give me ideas for anything

Anything for these losers

Retro and Disco

Erick and Billy

Fizz and Groovy

Mylo and Pepsi

Vincent, PJ, and Fresh

Chase

Disco and Copper

Retro and Leon

[photosandthoughts]

pepsi

[yougetoneshot]

Suicide Squad: Reversal

What if team 1 and team 2 switched missions?

Focus is on Team 1: Flag, Harley, Captain Boomerang, Savant, Mongal, Weasel, Blackguard, TDK, and Javelin

Everyone lives AU

Chapter One

Flag looked around at his team and lamented his choices in life. His eyes fell on Harley, the therapist turned supervillain with a penchant for hyenas and large hammers. She was clapping excitedly at the despair of the man across from her struggling with his seatbelt.

“This thing’s a werewolf?! Yo, I don’t mess with werewolves, get me outta here!”

Captain Boomerang’s roaring laugh filled the entire helicopter as he joined Harley in enjoying Blackguard’s panic.

“Sit down! He’s not a werewolf. He’s a weasel.” Flag snarled to quiet down the situation. Blackguard was his least favorite addition to his team which was saying something considering weasel, the beast villain he’d just believed was a werewolf, was equally as useless. He’d begged Waller not to add him but she insisted his strength would be an asset despite his low IQ. At least the weasel didn’t talk.

“Get ready for the drop.” The pilot called back to Flag who nodded and ushered the others to stand as the back of the helicopter opened over the water.

“Go!” He yelled as the first of his team leapt from the chopper. Javelin, whose name pretty much encompassed his entire personality aside from the added foreign accent, hit the water first. He was followed by TDK, a villain Flag actually didn’t know anything about but trusted Waller enough that he must have some strength of benefit to the team. Savant, the forgetful genius fighter, and Mongal, the alien tyrant, jumped next. They were followed by Harley and Boomerang who made a competition over who could do the best dive. Flag had to shove Blackguard out before he and weasel jumped. As they all hit the water they heard the sound of weasel struggling against the current.

“Did no one find out if he could swim?!” Flag growled into his communicator. The team back at base remained quiet as he moved to help Savant save the unsavory beast from drowning.

“Is he dead.” Waller’s irritated tone buzzed over coms as Savant shook his head.

“He’ll live.”

An explosion lit up another part of the island and Flag furrowed his brow. “Waller-“

“It’s fine. Keep on mission, Flag.” Her tone sounded knowing so he pushed any concern for it aside. He had to trust her. What other choice did he have?

The rest of his team trudged onto the beach and groaned about being wet. He once again lamented not having a proper military team as Harley and Boomerang began convincing Blackguard he was covered in leeches. The dim witted villain was frantically and a bit too loudly checking himself for the leeches as Flag moved towards them. “Shhh! Stop messing with him or you’re going to get us all killed! We don’t have much time before a patrol comes by. We need to get deep into the jungle and make camp.” He grabbed Blackguard by the shoulder to stop him from ripping his clothes off. “There are no leeches on yo-“ Flag’s sentence halted as he spotted it- not a leech but definitely something akin to it stuck to the back of Blackguard’s neck. “Don’t move.”

“What?! Why?!! What is it?!! There are leeches aren’t there?!-“

“I said don’t move!” Flag pulled a knife from a holster around his thigh and began prying the small mass from Blackguard’s skin. The criminal howled which prompted Flag to slap a hand over his mouth. “Shut up or I’ll let this thing stay on your neck.” He finally provided enough leverage to pop the creature off of Blackguard’s neck and send it careening into the sand where it dug down into the dune like a tremor.

“…what was that.” Harley’s eyes were locked onto the spot in the sand that the creature had sunk into.

“Just a leech. Now come on, we need to get off this beach.” He waited for his team to all make it off the beach before he noticed a light in the distance.

A sharp pain in his shoulder then another in his leg sent him sinking to the sand. He heard shouts down the beach and yelled at his team to run as Harley moved towards him. “Go! Stay on mission!”

Waller echoed Flag’s order into Harley’s earpiece.

“Come on. He’s right, Harls.” Boomerang tugged her back into the foliage as soldiers surrounded Flag. “They ain’t gonna kill him, right?” Harley looked up at her Aussie pal and he tugged her down to hide in the brush.

“I dunno but we’re dead if we stay here.” He whispered into her ear as they watched Flag be apprehended.

“This changes nothing. You will still need to find the Thinker and infiltrate Jotunheim.” Waller’s voice hissed through their earpieces. “Don’t take this as some opportunity to bail. I can still monitor you from here without Flag’s supervision. One wrong move and I’ll blow your heads off. Now move.”

As Waller finished her threat, Harley looked around at the group who were all looking at her. “What are you looking at me for? Do I got something on my face?”

“I think they’re looking at you to lead us.” Boomerang whispered in her ear.

“Leader? No. Uh uh. I ain’t a leader.” She turned to Boomerang to argue in a less than hushed tone. “Boomer, I don’t know the first thing about leading a bunch of idiots!”

“Hey!” Blackguard hissed. “We can hear you.”

“Oh sorry, I meant six idiots and a lummox.” She sassed but then quickly realized he thought she was complimenting him. Harley turned back to Boomerang. “We are so doomed.”

“I believe in you, Harls. What would you do if you didn’t have a team?”

“I dunno. Probably get disguises?”

“Then that’s a start. Let’s go find some disguises.”

-

The group had little issue getting into town and breaking into a department store. Even here on this tiny island, American corporations had made their mark in the most American way- overpriced apparel.

“Alright everyone. I want you to look your most Corto Maltese-esque-ian.”

“What?” Half of them chimed in and she shook her head frustrated.

“Just don’t look like a tourist, yea?” She shooed them away to pick their own disguises. After a while, Javelin approached her in bright plaid overalls with no shirt underneath and a vibrant pink hat.

“..that is… PERFECT!” Harley clapped excited then noticed weasel next to him with a large novelty mustache stuck to his face. “Oh my, I didn’t even recognize you. That’s so good. Keep it.”

“I dunno, Harley none of these clothes fit me.” Blackguard walked over in what was clearly a child’s tshirt that hugged him like a crop top. Harley suppressed some laughter but nodded. “No. You look great. Promise.” She nudged Boomerang as he was shuffling through some AC DC shirts to find his size. He lifted his head and spotted the very tight children’s clothing clinging to Blackguard. He was less than successful at containing his laughter.

“He loves it.” Harley nodded.

“Then why’s he laughing?”

“Oh it’s just a joke I told him earlier. Nothing to do with you.”

“..oh.. okay!” Blackguard joined the other two members who were done picking their disguises.

Mongal returned in a large fluffy red dress and Harley gave her two thumbs up. Savant came back in plain jeans and a white v neck. Harley stopped him and plopped a ball cap on his head that said “World’s Best Grandpa” before giving him approval. TDK finally returned dressed like a cowboy complete with chaps and a cowboy hat. Harley had chosen checkered black and red jeggings paired with a workout top that said “would rather be sleeping” and a red leather jacket. Boomerang had finally found the appropriate sized AC DC shirt- sans sleeves as he tugged them off and tossed them aside.

Harley looked over the group one last time before placing her hands on her hips confidently. “Let’s go catch a Thinker.”

-

Outside the club, Harley briefed the group in the small van they’d stolen from a very cooperative Pepsi delivery guy. “Okay, the plan is to blend in and wait for this Thinker guy to show up. He should be here anytime in the next three hours so we gotta stay alert. That includes you.” She gestured to Javelin.

“Why do you single me out?”

“Because that devilish accent of yours could get us caught. Best if you stay quiet.”

“But-“

“No. Your voice is now a precious gem that you must protect at all costs. Not another word.”

He nodded sadly as Harley turned to the rest of the group. “Let’s go.”

-

The group walked into the club and despite having a giant weasel with them, managed to get on great with everyone there. Most of the drunken patrons thought they came from a costume party and Weasel was wearing some kind of Halloween costume. Harley had the group split up to look for the Thinker. She paired them up with Mongal and TDK taking the back door, Boomerang and Savant at the pool table in the corner, Blackguard and Javelin on the dance floor, and she took the bar with Weasel by the entrance.

After about an hour, Harley started to become bored. As entertaining as it was watching Weasel get drunk, Boomerang lose at pool twice in a row to Savant, and Javelin teach Blackguard how to do the Cupid shuffle, she was getting antsy for a fight. Lucky for Harley, a fight was walking in as Corto Maltese soldiers walked in escorting the Thinker.

“I’ve got eyes on the Thinker.” Harley nodded over to Javelin who was by the jukebox. He then pressed a few buttons and Ballroom Blitz blared through the club. “Time to party, boys!”

Harley ran full speed at the nearest soldier and slid down between his legs to pop up behind him right next to the Thinker. She gave him a smile. “You might wanna duck.” Harley grabbed the back of his head and pushed it down as Javelin nailed the soldier posted behind the Thinker with his javelin from across the room. Boomerang took out the first two soldiers and Savant used his pool stick to prevent more soldiers rushing in from the entrance from getting closer to the group by targeting pressure points on their bodies with absolute precision.

At the back door, Mongal and TDK were having a blast letting a soldier walk in only to hang them by their vests on the tall coatrack mounted to the wall and knocking them out. Weasel ran around downing all the drinks of the patrons who’d abandoned them to leave the establishment. The entrance began to flood with more soldiers until Blackguard lifted the large jukebox and hefted it at the doorway with complete ease, halting the music and leaving the room in complete silence for a few moments.

“…you telling me you coulda done that the whole time?!” Harley choked out in shock. “I didn’t know he could that- did you know he could do that?!” Harley looked around at some of the rest of the group who shook their heads. “That coulda been very useful to know, just sayin.”

“Who are you people?” Thinker questioned irritably.

“Hey!” She shook him by his shirt collar. “We ask the questions round here!” Harley began shoving the Thinker towards the back exit as the team followed. They all squeezed back into the Pepsi delivery fan with Thinker placed in the middle of them.

“Okay, Bumble Ball Head, you listen good, you’re gonna take us to Jotunheim.”

“You’ll never make it past the front door. They already know what you’re trying to do. Your little friends on the beach have already been taken care of too.”

“..wait.. there were other people on the beach? Did we leave somebody else?!” Harley began counting the group as Thinker furrowed his brow confused.

“Are you not the Americans? The ones with the shark man?”

“Wait there’s a shark man?!” Harley squealed. “You mean to tell me Waller sent another team with a shark man and he wasn’t on my team?!”

“I don’t like sharks.” TDK brought up nonchalantly. “They could bite your arm off, you know?”

“Yea but not if you was friends with them, right?” Harley proposed and TDK shrugged.

“Fair point.”

“You’re all mad.” Thinker interjected.

“Well, that ain’t nothing new.” Harley chortled. “Now, tell me about the team at the beach. What happened to them?” Harley furrowed her brows as she raised a knife. “And if you ain’t telling me the truth, I’ll start cuttin off them pegs in your head.”

“They were apprehended and taken to the capital. With the exception of the shark man who is now a delightful new subject for me to experiment on.”

“Oh, you are just a piece of work, you know that?!” Harley waved the knife at him then looked at the group. “Listen, I ain’t much of a planner but seems to me like we could use all the help we can get getting into Jotunheim. We should go rescue the rest of the team to help us.”

“If they’re even still alive. El Presidente isn’t exactly keen on Americans. He’s likely already publicly executed them by now.”

“Well ain’t you just a bucket of rainbows!” She bonked him on the head with the back of the knife before looking back at the group. “It’s worth checking to see if any of em are alive.”

“I agree.” Savant nodded. “We got power in numbers, especially if the others are just as gifted in their abilities.”

“Right, anyone oppose?”

Mongal raised her hand slowly and Harley blinked a few times while pouting out her lips. “Yes?”

“I think we left the werewolf.”

Harley looked around at the group and sure enough the Weasel was not there. “Oh, fudge!” She sighed and nodded for TDK at the back to go back inside and fetch him. He returned with an unconscious and smelly Weasel, tossing him inside the van before it drove off towards the capital.

- Stay tuned for Chapter 2! -

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Deal

|Words: 1607|

|Characters: Buck Merrill, Sodapop Curtis, Mr. Curtis, Sylvia|

|Genre: No Idea. Fluff Maybe?|

|TW: Canon-Typical Violence|

Tag! @mjmacchio1991 @apricot-colored-feathers @pepsi-and-cigarettes @the-kneesbees @ralphmaccchiato 

’m sweating something awful, even tucked away in the corner, hidden from the hustle and bustle that comes with rodeo season in Oklahoma. Shadows dance between us, but all I can pay attention to is his boots grinding into the red dirt and the sweat winding down the back of my neck.

“C’mon, Rich, we had a deal. One-fifty if I entered under your team, an’ I did.”

He’s got shifty eyes, pupils that are too small to cover that much grey when they narrow into thin slits and the corners of his lips curl upwards. His rings hold on to the little sunlight they can find, shining like fool’s gold when he pops the collar of his raw-hide jacket. Spit mingles with tobacco and whatever else sits in the flask at his side when he chuckles, just enough that I can feel my hackles raise and something in my gut twist. “I said the money was yours if you won. An’ you didn’t, Buck.”

If I couldn’t already feel the blood drumming like hooves against gravel behind my eyes, I woulda assumed my heart had stopped. Sure, I knew there were other ways I could pay for the bar, groceries, and everything else I’d need to survive, but hanging around here was at least something I enjoyed doing. Besides, at sixteen, I ain’t old enough to sell folks booze without the cops swinging by. Everyone knows it’s been a while since Bill Merrill came back into town.

My throat is dry and my hands begin to shake, even as they twist the rag back and forth against my scarred palms- rope burn stings like a bitch, lemme tell you. “Second place’s gotta count for somethin’, don’t it?” I ask. I really hate the way my voice cracks on the last word, it’s like a reminder that I’m still my daddy’s kid playing grown-ups with all his buddies while he’s down in San Jose. “How ‘bout you just give me half? I-I’ll win next time, you know that-”

He laughs again, a wet cackle too high-pitched for a man his size. It fades to cough before too much time has passed and he goes right back to staring me down, like the bulls one corral over. “You ain’t gettin’ a second chance,” Rich groans, as if it was hurting him to say he was letting me go.

I should’ve just walked away right then and there, counted my losses and search the grounds for either someone willing to give me a chance, or my cousin. But for the time being, I’ll blame the adrenaline pumping through the veins under my skin, the sweltering heat, and my own damn desperation. “Rich,” I start, willing the words over my tongue before they could melt all together, “you can’t do this to me, man, y-you an’ my old man go way back, don’t you?”

I’m getting real desperate at this point, grasping at straws I don’t have. Richard Cassidy rolls his eyes and scoffs, sending the fat hanging below his chin-wagging back and forth. “We shook on it, Rich,” I spit, “you owe me my cut!”

His face goes an ugly colour after that, one I can’t describe. It’s like a dark mix of red and purple, starting on his cheeks and spreading all the way up to his forehead and down his chin like a bad sunburn. “Shakin’ don’t mean a damn thing, boy,” he growls, fingers dipping into his pockets before revealing the crisp green bills that were supposed to be mine, “what do you think this is, school?”

I feel sick all of the sudden. Being out in sun this long couldn’t have been good, especially after I hit the dirt. The front of my shirt and jeans were stained and filthy, but I was just glad neither were ripped. Bronc riding ain’t for the faint of heart, I guess.

“Christ,” Rich cackles again, this time sounding more like the lone coyotes prowling the outskirts of town than a man nearing fifty. “Y’know what, kid?”

I look up at him, teeth digging into the torn skin of my bottom lip before it can start to bleed. “Maybe if you had some money, people’d forget how damn stupid you really are.”

***

“You’re doin’ just fine, kid, just a few more steps.”

Shapes all mingle together on the outskirts of my blurry vision as Mr. Curtis yells out. Who he’s calling to, I can’t tell yet. Probably one of his kids, he’s got about five or six. They pop outta the ground like fucking daisies, I’m tellin’ you.

I run my fingers along the splintering wood of a bench when he loosens his grip and I sink down beside some kid I can’t remember the name of. His oldest is Darry, I know that much. But the kid with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes? No clue. I do, however, recognize the kid sitting behind him. Dirty old converse, and a jean jacket of mine laying across her lap.

“I’m tellin’ you, Soda,” Sylvia says, not even sparing her bloodied cousin a second glance, “Kathy’s got it bad for Keith, she’s just too scared to say anything!”

Soda doesn’t say anything to me, even if his dad just drug me over from behind the ticket booth, but he does pass a bottle of coke my way. It’s lukewarm under the sun, but it’s better than nothing when I pop the cap off and rinse my mouth.

“I’ll let him know,” Soda responds, even if he’s looking at me dead-on now, eyes wide. “Hey, uh, Sylvia?”

Her shoe digs into my back and it takes all I have in me not to whip around and tell her I get it. Soda Curtis knows your name. But before I can do anything, the bleachers creak and she hops to the ground, pausing just in front of me. “What’s up, Sodapop?”

“Keith goes by Two-Bit now, said it has a nice ring to it.”

Sodapop and Two-Bit, I swear. We all sound like some real hillbillies tucked on the bleachers when Mr. Curtis returns, a bag of ice wrapped around another rag in his fist when Sylvia waves over her shoulder to us and vanishes into the crowd.

“At least you got a few good licks in,” he chuckles. This time, it’s a real laugh, not just poorly disguised malice. I nod along, too busy watching the familiar head of blonde hair duck and bob through the hoard of cowboys gathered around. Where she’s off to, I can’t tell. “Kids, huh?” Mr. Curtis tries again, “a bunch of little buggers. Got the missus at home with the rest of them, though it would be nice for me and Soda to spend some time together ‘till Dick Cassidy started screaming.”

I smile at that as I drag a hand down my face, trying to wipe away the blood. It doesn’t feel like anything’s broken, but I know the tip of my nose ain’t where I left it. “Yeah,” I agree, tryna get used to the way my teeth ache with every word, “damn good thing I can throw a punch better than stayin’ on a horse.”

“I think you did just fine,” Soda interrupts. He’s on the edge of his seat, squinting through the bright sun and studying the bruise forming under my right eye. “Came in second place, didn’t you?”

I don’t bother explaining that second-place winners don’t get prize money; especially from sleazy old fucks like Rich Cassidy. I don’t even explain that it means instead of heading over to Aunt Carol’s, like I try to do every Saturday night, I’ll be holed up in my bedroom in my dad’s old bar, watching the neon sign flicker outside my window and try my damnedest to figure out how I’m gonna make it another month until his next check comes in the mail.

I slap my knees and get to my feet, ignoring how dizzy I’ve become all of a sudden. “Thanks for what you did back there,” I tell Soda’s father. I try extending my hand to him, the way Dad always told me to, but he just waves it away. “Better head out and find Syl,” I explain plainly. She’s got a real knack for winding up in trouble, and I ain’t the least bit proud to think she’d gotten it from me. “You’ve met Dallas yet?” I ask them both.

Sodapop shakes his head, boyish bangs falling down in front of his eyes.

“Now that’s a wild kid,” I mutter. It hurts to smile, but I end up doing just that when I turn to leave, eyes raking through the crowd for my jacket. I only get a few feet- far enough that Sodapop can’t hear, before a hand clamps down on my shoulder and I raise my fist, ready to strike.

Easy, Buck,” Mr. Curtis says, one hand up in surrender while the other is stuck in his pocket. Before I can begin to apologize, he interrupts me. “I know things ain’t exactly a walk in the park for you right now-” he pulls his hand back from his pocket, and I’m left staring at the crumpled bills clamped in his fist.

“I’m not takin’ your money, man-”

He shakes his head, just like his son had moments before. I’ve heard people say he and Darry could pass for twins, and I really am starting to see it now. “This is your money, Buck.” The bills are damp and stink of copper and tobacco when he presses them into my hand. “You and Rich shook on it, didn’t you?”