#sevenup

[cerealkiller740]

1954 Seven Up magazine advertisement

[swede1952]

Good morning. ☁️⛅🌤️

23 August 2024

Way back in the early 60s, I recall going to a ships part on a beach in Japan. There was an aluminum trash can filled with ice and bottles of soda pop. The bottles were all glass and required a bottle opener to remove the cap. I would either reach for a Dr Pepper or a Seven Up, which were my favorites. Seven Up was especially good if there was a bit of ice forming in the bottle. I think that Seven Up, Bubble Up, and Sprite taste just about the same. Sprite didn't yet exist at the time of that part, but Bubble Up, which I thought was a Seven Up knock off, actually predates Seven Up. It's my opinion that soda pops taste better in a glass bottle.

Hmmm … I just found out that Seven Up is also the title of a book by: Janet Evanovich

"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." - Seven Up

[enriquegdp]

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[jloisse]

Do Not Buy Blood🩸Products!

[ratatatastic]

I love when you make this man speak please do that more often

Florida Panthers | 5.29.24 (x)

[bi-shop]

jane tries to be a functional , normal member of society (or a post of jane headcanons)

predictably , having no life to reference nor make a frame out of does make things complicated ! especially if you’re a lost spirit being set loose in the chaotic world that is Earth .

especially if the only experience you have of the world you could vividly , viscerally remember

is being flung out of a rollercoaster cart

she has the General Knowledge , but that’s where it ends . she doesn't have Lived Experience

noel pinching the bridge of his nose “you know the first 500 digits of pi but don’t even know how to use a microwave ?”

"well , there's a numpad . it only allows 4 digits , so it cannot function as a telephone . however television channels rarely , if ever , bypass three digits - so my guess is that if i input this number -"

"IT'S A METAL BOX THAT HEATS."

don't get her started on emotions

it's not that jane is emotionless — VERY far from it ! it's just difficult for her to get a good grasp of them

in addition to that , it's hard for her to read others expressions without going on a 20 step procedure and a scientific document to even know how someone's feeling

constance "she was smiling and giggling when i put on 'sincerely yours' by sevenup maybe i should give her the entire album" (oblivious to the horrors)

jane's never in the state of rest . she has to constantly analyze everything in front of her and take note of her surroundings and the people and the noise and the smell and the

she's hypervigilant

ricky checking her wrist 'uh jane your heart is beating fast'

"a rapid heart rate is usually caused by strong emotional responses , like stress or anxiety"

' '

"ah"

she will Not know if she's having a panic attack unless someone else picks up on it

she's ... very cold . like , Algor Mortis cold . Literally No Body Heat How Are Your Organs Even Functioning cold

she Clings to social etiquette — as it’s the closest to A List Of Things That Living , Breathing Human Beings Do.

though ‘keeping eye contact when you have a conversation’ becomes Unwavering Stare . her smiles are either non-existent or too wide . her handshakes are never natural and she never really seems … Concrete .

the choir slowly accepted it as A Jane Thing™ . it’s creepy when she would lean towards you and stare at you straight in the eyes , but it’s her way of Showing that she’s listening .

besides , she has more manners than almost everyone else in uranium

she refers to the choir by their last names . it's disrespectful to refer to people by their first names when you’re not close to them , after all

[gingerpeachtea]

wip tag game!!

tagged by @killingsboys :3 <3 TY JAMIEEEEE

have an excerpt from death on the stairs (laurel pots fic except i also threw 15 other headcanons and Various Issues into the blender):

[Something something] electrolytes in water bottles, over-salted food that left her lips chapped and cracking—which she, of course, only made worse by constantly picking at them. She’d asked him once, her head in his lap and bordering on a little too drunk as their living room spun, if he hated when she picked at her skin. She knew he didn’t like blood. She couldn’t remember how he’d responded, but with the way he was looking at her fingers now, watching them pick, and pick, and pick at a shallow split lip that hurt to kiss, she could assume it wasn’t exactly positive.

tagging @the-sparkling-diamond-satine @statisticalbread @wheelsup-sevenup @dandelion-writes @satinechristian and anyone else who wants to!!! <333

[quietlyimplode]

Written for the @be-compromised promptathon, for the prompt “quiet my fears with the touch of your hand” by @archers-and-spies but wouldn’t occur at all without @wheelsup-sevenup ‘s amazing art (here) which inspired this.

Also @broken--bow ty for the sanity.

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quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Word count: 552

PG (I guess?)

Nil warnings - panic attacks if anything

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There’s a pit in Natasha’s stomach.

It feels like it grows every time she breathes in, her chest constricting as she takes a deep breath trying to expand her lungs against it.

She’s not sure what the feeling is.

Fear, maybe.

Grief too perhaps.

Though why it should be the latter, she’s not too sure.

It’s okay.

Everything is okay.

She just needs to relay that to her brain, to stop the panic. Glancing at Clint, he seems oblivious to her internal struggle of needing breath and the underlying panic.

But that’s how it should be.

No one should be able to tell.

Isn’t that what all the lessons were about? The way they taught her to mask her feelings, to not show how she was feeling?

Natasha takes another shaky breath.

Clint, still oblivious, hands her water, and she holds onto it, trying to get heart heart rate under control.

You’re okay, she thinks, everything is okay.

She touches her fingers to each other, knowing the movement is small enough that Clint won’t notice but helps to give her something to focus on.

The jacket over her feels too hot, but does it’s job in covering the bandages over her arm, as they wait for the bus.

The fear that growls low, sits tight but doesn’t grow, no one has come, no one is chasing them. She shouldn’t be scared.

Glancing at Clint, he continues to chew on his apple, and glances back to her, offering her some.

She shakes her head and smiles shallowly.

Breathe, she reminds herself.

She slows her breath deliberately, counting as she does it.

3.

Breathe in.

2.

Hold.

1.

Let it go.

Her chest opens a little.

Clint stands from his squat, and starts talking.

She’s functional enough that she can smile when needed, answer his questions and nod.

He doesn’t know the panic that beats at her.

Panic that shouldn’t even be there.

There’s no reason for it.

She wants to lie down.

It feels like she’s been fighting this, and the adrenaline that keeps dumping through her keeps escalating it.

Clint waves the bus down.

His bandaged hand white against the darkness of night.

It does the trick and they’re loaded onto the bus quickly.

Taking their seats, Natasha feels her face burn, overheating as adrenaline pushes it’s way through her veins.

Her chest starts to constrict again.

She’s not built for this worry.

She’s not built to be a part of this world when all it gives her it’s constant stress and panic.

And then Clint rests his head in her lap.

Her chest releases minimally; the weight of him providing the deep pressure her body craves. Unconsciously, he touches her hand.

3.

2.

1.

Even when he doesn’t know the thoughts in her head and wind up of her body, he seems to know how to help.

Breathe, she reminds herself, as she forgets again.

She takes off her jacket, now they’re seated and in a smaller; safer environment.

One hour til they’re at the safe house, and she can have a shower, and either panic for real or ground herself properly.

Sixty minutes.

Natasha yawns.

They’re moving.

She’ll wake if anything changes.

She trusts her body to do that, at least.

Resting her head on Clint’s back, she closes her eyes gently.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

[kaleidoscopiccc]

quick rundown of all ride the cyclone-related characters for anyone whos new to the fandom and wondering who the fuck all these extra people are!!! (in order of how likely you are to see them in fan content)

1. Ocean, Noel, Mischa, Ricky, Jane, and Constance: pretty self explanatory, their appearances may change in fanart depending on the artists rendition of them or if its from a specific production

2. Penny Lamb: she's complicated because there are essentially 2 Pennys; Penny from Legoland, a play written by the same people as rtc, and Cyclone Penny. Sometimes they're the same person, sometimes they're not. Basically, if you see a girl with a bob playing a ukulele and committing crimes, that's Penny, if you see a girl in twin braids being friends with the choir, that's also Penny (her appearance can sometimes change in fanart too)

3. Ezra Lamb: Penny's younger brother with Einstein hair and a cape also from Legoland

4. Tammy Edwards: Penny's only friend in St Cassian referenced in Legoland. She's usually drawn as a blonde church girl and bonds with Penny over a boyband called SevenUp

5. Karnak and Virgil: also self explanatory, just didn't know where to put them

6. Astrid Rosenberg: Ocean's older cousin who was cut in the first couple shows in Canada, she shoots a bear and tries to bite Ocean multiple times

7. Hank: Astrid's boyfriend who was cut along with her, he was disabled and basically described as "the boy next door"

8. Corey: Another cut character who was basically early Mischa

9. Trishna: Replaced with Astrid very early on so she was also Hank's girlfriend, really into bugs

10. Johnny Moon: popstar from Sevenup who Penny adored and then ended up assulting

11. Ms Peachery: the Lamb's social worker

TELL ME IF YOU WANT MORE INFO ABOUT ANY OF THEM OR HAVE ANY QUESTIONS I LOVE TALKING ABT THEM

[ripempezardexerox]

7Up ➡️ SevenUp➡️Sevenap➡️Seveno

[corujalesbica]

I want Human Interaction so I'll be giving my moots nicknames (can't promise they'll be any good thou )

Let's goooo

@allow-me-to-ruin-that-for-you-2 A true Queen

@localtorispring The depressed queer artist that lives in all of us

@isapolvorita Too gay for her own good

@aeroisamazing Flowers rock

@despairingxx Gay For Cartoons

@wanda-the-anaconda Gay Gay Homosexual Gay

@stars-and-birds Amity Blight Was Here

@i-was--more Look! It's an aroace nerd!

@dangerouscowboyfrog Supernatural

@weirdwurbahahaaha All Hail Amphibia

@welliguessimstuckherenow A Nerd in 3 Different Ways

@thatgendergremlinmoot Why Is a Cool Person Following Me

@leo-k-102105 Conan Gray Guy

@n0-1-important Fuck Around and Find Out Deadpool

@agrebel18 New Profile Pic And its Somehow Queer

@hyperdragonthings Homosexual Reptile

@torikinnie321 Sad lesbian, send tweet

@tragedy-at-its-peak My Brother in gay (but in a platonic way )

@taraninja The Ultimate Hawks Kinnie

@will80sbyers Stranger Things Theorist

@mushroomsoupofficial Mushroom

@tiny-lesbean A pequena sapatão

@huggingstuffysandcrying Scary Bunny but in a kind way

@wheelsup-sevenup what's up with Marvel

@blunt-force-therapy Bisexual Brazilian Being Blunt

@svnraez Asthetic Moot

@red-woods Da Purple Person

@dead-immortal The very definition of Gays On Tumblr

These are all so shitty :3. If you're my moot and you're not here, sorry, I probably didn't want to bother you. If you are here, then I'm VERY sorry.

[cerealkiller740]

1962 7up advertising

[bluu3berry]

BOO!

What's your favorite drink? What do you often drink? Is there anything you would like to never ever taste again?

Fanta, Or any branded orange soda from my dollar tree nearby...

Water, milk, Seven up. I like strawberry milk and plain milk but I prefer to drink SEVENUP!!!

...

Shrimp, I fucking hate shrimp.

[katebishopofearth]

20 questions for 20 writers

tagged by @wheelsup-sevenup

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 69 (nice 😏)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 317,923

3. What fandoms do you write for? Marvel (mostly ironwidow) and Our Flag Means Death. I have some Clexa fics from back in the day but haven't written for the fandom in years.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? i'm kinda surprised by these but i guess that older fics and multichapter fics have more time to accumulate kudos? - Something Worth Living For (2498 kudos) - A Night of Drunken Revelry (564 kudos) - iron masks and spider kisses (534 kudos) - Broken (485 kudos) - The Art of Taking a Blade (461 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments? YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES. I try to reply to every comment because each one is literally the best part of my day.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oof. The shit I've put Natasha through lol. Probably falling. which is Natasha reflecting on her life as she falls to her death on Vormir. dream. is also up there, it's about kid!Natasha learning to love Yelena as a sister.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? "happiest" is not quantifiable lmao. In the context of canon, maybe Something Worth Living For, it was cathartic and healing to give Clarke and Lexa their happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Yup it's happened a handful of times, luckily few and far between, but they always feel like getting a splinter stuck in my skin for days afterwards.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I've written light smut of the sapphic variety. I'm ace so smut is never about the sex for me, it's about character dynamics, power and intimacy. For example, the (non-explicit) sex scene in iron masks and spider kisses is about Toni baring her deepest secrets to Natasha and letting herself be vulnerable with her, and Natasha's acceptance of Toni's scars and past.

10. Do you write crossovers? Nope. My brain doesn't work that way.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I think that some of my very early ironwidow fics have ended up on Wattpad :/

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yup I've written a few early ironwidow fics for a challenge waaaaaay back in 2014, with the talented @auripigmentum, @kuailongs and SatinSatire. They helped me find my footing with writing ironwidow: Chemical Reaction (Tony gets kidnapped, Nat comes to his rescue), Never Simple (Natasha finds out secrets about her own past, angst ensues), and Good Intentions (speakeasy era AU that still lives in my head rent-free)

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? i'd be lying if i said anything other than ironwidow. It's the ship I keep coming back to for over a decade.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh god. The teen vigilante Avengers AU I was writing in 2014. Idk if it'll ever see the light of day but it was my all-consuming pride and joy for months.

16. What are your writing strengths? idk, you tell me. probably putting characters through angsty situations lmao. Also action scenes (thank u Warrior Cats).

17. What are your writing weaknesses? actually writing lmao. It's hard to get into the mood/mindest for writing. Also writing multichapter fics – my attention span isn't built for anything longer than a 5+1.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I rarely do this because I know that code-mixing (mixing two or more languages when speaking) is incredibly nuanced, varying depending on language, context, and individual speakers. I pretty much only do this when the character canonically code-mixes in speech, and I try to stick to how they would speak, in order to sound as natural as possible.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Warrior Cats when I was about 12 on deviantart. Good times.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Oh MAN. It's hard to choose a favourite child. I don't think this is my most well-written fic, but the question is asking for a favourite fic not a well-written one, and it's probably iron masks and spider kisses. I loved exploring fem!Toni, and her relationship with her gender and femininity. It's a specific flavour of ironwidow that I haven't found in many other fics (tho there are a couple out there that definitely influenced how i wrote this fic). It's also truly a labour of love – I started writing this around the time Endgame was coming out, and wrote it over a time of enormous change, angst and upheaval in my life.

This was so much fun! I love talking about my writing haha and sharing older fics.

Tagging: @queeenpersephone @autumnwoodsdreamer @missmacfire also i'm realising that i don't remember which of my mutuals is a writer (it's 1 am u can't blame me for this) so if you're a writer – especially if you're on the OFMD fic server – consider yourself tagged!

[maitequiero]

anoche repasaba en la ducha todo lo que pasó durante el día. pensé en los viajes porque en la mesa de la terraza hablábamos con asha de los lugares que habíamos visitado, hablamos también de girar, ella odia girar y me rebajó la idealización de los tours como tal. no hay muchos músicos a los que les guste girar. a la mayoría nos gusta tocar, creo, pero girar es agotador y solitario, hueles mal te duele el cuerpo, duermes con el cerebro lleno de adrenalina, no descansas… en general es precario y sucio. con sus cosas buenas claro!!!! pero agotador si…

anoche tenía más clara esta idea, pero pensé por un momento en que creo que idealizo lo que debe ser la experiencia humana. siempre pienso: esto lo podría estar viviendo mejor, esto lo podría estar disfrutando más, seguro que otra persona hizo este mismo camino, fue a este mismo viaje y fue más feliz, hizo más cosas, tuvo más energía …

pienso: no caminé lo suficiente, no visité esas ruinas, no probé el mejor restaurante, no aproveché estas semanas de grabación para aprenderlo todo, no estuve presente 24/7 cada segundo cada ridícula milésima de segundo..

pensar esto es más agotador que girar, pensar que no soy un buen ser humano, un correcto ser humano, un ser humano en su máxima expresión de la alegría o del disfrute o de los ojos abiertos para el mundo: “el mundo es vasto y alucinante y tú eres una mustia, tía, deberías ser una liebre o un pájaro deberías dejar que el mundo te llene pero eres más bien una lata de sevenup detrás de unos arbustos” bueno, para ser más benevolente quizá me puedo comparar con un ser vivo, una babosa una babosa funciona si

arrastrada pesada llega leeeeeento a los sitios lennnnnto más bien

cuando pienso en disfrutar del mundo pienso en china y pienso en japón son mi versión amplia del mundo lugares que quizá nunca conozca y que hace mi visión del espacio limitada … no voy a poder experimentar todos los lugares y si los experimento lo haré en la máxima expresión ???

mi padre antes de morir le dijo a mi hermana que teníamos que viajar que viajar era lo más importante de la vida porque él no viajó mucho y le ponía triste pensarlo. estoy segura de que se sentía un poco como yo, habiendo vivido a medio fuelle … yo procuro cambiarlo procuro darle la vuelta y sacar una energía que muchas veces no encuentro o no sé dónde está guardada. en un cajón muy olvidado de la infancia? en algún bolsillo del pantalón? un billete de diez euros que aparece sorpresa hecho un burruño y te hace el día

quiero pensar que no estoy menguada, hay varias cosas que me expanden como la música o las letras o la inteligencia ajena o el amor

hoy abracé a raquel en el desayuno y sentí el amor del mundo

hoy grabamos backing vocals como diría asha para varios de los temas todas a la vez en la misma sala y sentí el amor del mundo

hoy llamé a mi madre y la vi enamorada y feliz en un coche por las montañas mientras su novio le acariciaba y sentí el amor del mundo

ayer te vi un ratito por la pantalla y nos coordinamos en el amor nuestro amor se retroalimentaba y sentí el amor del mundo

en mis manos en mi pecho en mis piernas

no sé si siento el amor del mundo porque anoche nos tomamos una melatonina todas a la vez para dormir como pequeñas muñecas drogadictas

o porque verdaderamente estoy equivocada y es cierto que vivo la experiencia humana como debería como debería ser como debería hacerse

quizá al final del día soy sí soy un buen ser humano como dios manda

[lilrowantree]

You can take my Irish grandmother’s flat sevenup cure for sickness out of her cold dead hands

And put where you're from in the tags if you're comfortable w it!!!