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dumbass-duo-showdown · 7 months

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Ahem ahem

After months of waiting!

I AM PRESENTING THE BRACKET FOR DUMBASS DUO SHOWDOWN!

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The first 16 battles will happen at 8pm CET (gmt+1)!

Group 1!

Uhh btw some of these were put on one day accidentally

Roronoa Zoro & Monkey D. Luffy aka Zolu (one piece) vs Good times with Scar & Grian aka desert duo (hermitcraft)

Bill Preston & Ted Logan (bill & Ted’s excellent adventure) vs Jessie & James from team rocket (Pokémon)

Wayne & Raj (total drama) vs Denji & Power (chainsaw man)

Burton & Shawn (psych) vs Rosencrantz & guildenstern (hamlet & rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead)

Josuke Higashikata & Okuyasu Nijimura aka Josuyasu (JoJo’s bizarre adventure) vs Shouyo Hinata & Tobio Kageyama (Haikyuu!)

Isaac & Miria (Baccano) vs Jay Walker & Cole Brookstone/bucket aka Bruise (lego ninjago)

Ace & Deuce (twisted wonderland) vs Aang & Sokka (avatar: the last airbender)

Tommyinnit & Tubbo aka Clingyduo (dsmp) vs Shiver, Frye, & Bigman aka Deep Cut (splatoon)

Blue Beetle (Ted Kord) & Booster Gold (Michael Carter) aka boostle VS Mustard Lesbian and Ketchup Gay from this post

Mordecai & Rigby (regular show) vs Lindsay & Tyler (total drama)

Rui Kamishiro & Tsukasa Tenma aka Ruikasa (project sekai) vs Zuke & Mayday aka Bunk Bed Junction (no straight roads)

Ruffnut & Tuffnut Thorston (how to train your dragon) vs Jedediah & Octavius (night at the museum)

Merry & Pippin (lord of the rings) vs The Doctor & Donna (dr who)

Jedward (irish music history) vs Min-Gi Park & Ryan Akagi (infinity train)

Grif & Simmons (red vs blue) vs Beavis & Butthead (Beavis & butthead)

Bender & Fry (futurama) vs Porsche & Pete (kinnporsche)

GROUP 2

1/8-18:30 & 2/8 18:30

Kaz & Oliver (mighty med) vs Bobbi Morse & Lance Hunter aka Huntingbird (agents of S.H.I.E.L.D)

Henchman 21 & Henchman 24 (venture bros) vs Spongebob & Patrick (Spongebob Squarepants)

Galo Thymos & Lio Fotia (promare) vs Yusuke & Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Charlie Kelly & Mac (it is always sunny in Philadelphia) vs Donald, José & Panchito (the three Caballeros)

The Bros (the bro duet) vs Chai & 808 (hi-fi rush)

Markiplier & CrankGameplays aka Unus Annus vs Knockout & Starscream (transformers)

Caspar & Shez (fire emblem warriors: three hopes) vs Yukiko Amagi & Chie Satonaka aka Yukichie (persona 4)

Tk Strand & Evan Buck Buckley (911 on fox lonestar) vs Shane & Ryan (buzzfeed unsolved)

Ontario Pipping Plovers (birbs from canada) vs Kaminari Denki & Ashido Mina (My hero academia)

Rin Okumura & Kuro (blue exorcist) vs Adam Blampied & Sullivan Beau Brown (No barrels rolled)

Chip & Gillion aka Fish and Chips (just roll with it) vs Josuke Higashikata & Yasuho Hirose aka Yasugap (jojo's bizarre adventure)

Soldier & Demoman (team fortress 2) vs Cuphead & Mugman (the cuphead show)

Nott/Veth & Jester (critical role the mighty nein) vs Troy & Abed (community)

Walter White & Jessie Pinkman (breaking bad) vs Barbie & Ken (barbie life in a dreamhouse)

Cuddles & Toothy (happy tree friends) vs Heath Burns & Hoodude Voodoo (monster high)

Pete Wentz and Gabe Saporta (bandom) vs Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng & Nie Huaisang (MDZS/the untamed)

TAGS TO CHECK OUT!

#propaganda #dumbass duo showdown announcements #dumbass duo showdown update #round 1 #art gallery #polls

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smalltall · 8 months

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I listened to 'Butchered Tongue' and thought about my Irish great-great-grandfather. I thought about a movie I watched over twenty years ago--can't for the life of me remember the title--where a young Irish boy from my great-great-grandfather's time was forbidden from speaking his language by Catholic priests. When he disobeyed, the priests punished him with a tight collar of thistles that scratched and pierced his throat until he couldn't speak at all. I thought about how the Irish language leaps and ripples when spoken, appearing in my mind as a bright swift river. I thought of all the damage I've seen done to rivers--dams and factory runoff, discarded recliners. I remembered the goal I've had since high school to teach myself Irish Gaelic. I remembered the day I filled three trash bags by picking up bottles, cans, foam cups, license plates, chip bags, empty lighters from the riverbank near my house. I worked in the shadow of an old paper mill that had shat poison into this water for a hundred years. One of its drained chemical vats is a swamp now, and you can hear frogs singing up from the bottom. The river still had a few fish even when they could barely pass that slime through their gills; now, after a few decades of the mills standing empty, their numbers have grown. Riddled with PCBs and too toxic to eat, but they're here. Each year, more life. I'm learning how to sing Casadh an Tsugain phonetically. I don't know what the words mean yet but I'll practice until I can say them all. It's a start.

#hope this isn't shit I just had to write it down somewhere #hozier

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lumosinlove · 5 months

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Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Four: Sirius

Safehouse Somewhere in Athens

Athens, Greece

No one could know, but Sirius was fairly certain he was going insane. He dreamed of Remus. He glimpsed him in dark, dreamscape spaces and then in London. All of their familiar spots. But he was always turning a corner, or walking in front of Sirius who couldn’t seem to reach forward. His name always stuck in Sirius’ throat.

The dark safe house ceiling was no comfort when Sirius jolted himself away for the hundredth time.

“Do you ever wonder…” Remus had begun that sentence more than a year ago, and Sirius still believed that he wouldn’t have been able to guess what he was about to say.

They had been in London, at George’s, on their second beers and making their way through their chip wrappings. Some happy Irish song was bouncing around the shop, but Remus’ expression had been solemn. He’d chewed slowly, staring out the steamed up window. The fog made his brown eyes look like milk poured into coffee.

“What?” Sirius had prompted, knocking the necks of their bottles together.

He remembered being thrilled to have Remus all to himself this late into the night. He didn’t live near Sirius, but near his parents and his little brother, Julian. Sirius didn’t like thinking of them. He’d tried to look in a few times, but seeing ten-year-old Julian’s face had been nearly as horrible as watching Remus get dragged away. It’s my fault, he’d wanted to say. He’d wanted to beg for Julian’s forgiveness and also tell him that he didn’t deserve it, all at the same time.

“George,” Remus had called. “Can you turn this one up?”

The song was already loud, but George shrugged and dialed it up three more notches. Sirius’ neck prickled. He was worried about listening bugs.

Remus had looked around George’s fish shop before leaning a little closer. Freckles, Sirius always thought. Freckles like stars. “Do you ever wonder about them?”

Them. It was the word for Salazar.

“Wonder,” Sirius had repeated. “What do you mean?”

Remus pressed his lips together.

“Re.” Sirius shook his head. “Talk to me—”

Remus’ phone had started to ring. Sirius had caught a quick glimpse of the name before Remus had excused himself to take it outside.

Pascal.

The memory faded when James, laying beside him, reached over at patted his shoulder comfortingly.

Sirius sighed. “How did you know I was awake?”

“You breathe differently.”

“You’re just used to watching Harry sleep.”

“Maybe,” James said. “Maybe you need a little bit of babying, too, to make up for lost time.”

Sirius snorted. James knew about his parents. Cold, passionate people with their ideas in all the wrong places.

“Leo’s on watch?” Sirius asked.

“Yep. Think we can teach Finn a few tricks so we can all get more sleep?”

“Not a chance.”

James laughed softly. His phone briefly lit up the darkness as he checked the time and then groaned. “You’re right, but damn. We should be asleep while we can. You change over at dawn.”

“Honestly, I think I’ll be glad for the distraction.”

“What, you’re own head getting to you? You? Wow, I never would have guessed that.”

Sirius reached out blindly and whacked him in the chest. James hit him back, but they settled again. He tried to match his breathing to James to see if he’d noticed and received another pat.

“It’s something with their memory.” Sirius had to force the words out.

“Yeah.” James swallowed audibly in the dark. “I think so.”

“I don’t…” Sirius shook his head. “They’re killed—we saw them die, and then they show up and—”

Did Remus not know him? Sirius felt sick thinking of it. He tried to put himself in Finn’s shoes, who he’d left curled on his side with all of his clothes on, staring at the brick wall through his bedroom window. If they found Remus—or, like Logan, let Remus find them, would Remus not recognize him? Did he even know his own name?

“We saw them shot,” James said. “We never…We assumed they were dead. Their trackers went offline, we thought their bodies got thrown over—”

“What if whoever took them disabled the trackers?”

“We need to know for sure who we were dealing with six months ago at Sounion,” James said. “Black market and weapon dealing isn’t enough. We need names.”

Sirius could see the three faces they’d managed to track. The woman, and the two men—brothers, most likely.

“Why did Salazar call off the mission after we lost Lo and Re?” James hit the mattress with a harsh palm. “That’s what I can’t fucking wrap my head around. Why not get those fuckers?”

Do you ever wonder about them?

Sirius didn’t know how to say it to James. Had Remus meant Salazar? He’d refused to speak about it after the fact. But now Salazar wanted Remus shot on sight. He thought of whose safe house they were in, and whether it was really safe at all.

“I never asked before,” James continued. “Because I didn’t think it was any of my business…” Sirius knew what was coming when James turned towards him in the dark. “But did—”

“No,” Sirius said to the dark ceiling.

“You didn’t even hear my question” James asked.

Sirius reached out and grabbed James’ wrist, tapping twice on its inside. Their own code. Someone might be listening. He made something up and knew James would go along. “He wins enough money off me, he kills at poker.”

“That he does,” James replied without a beat, but he was tensed beside him. A moment later, he was pushing himself up. Dawn was beginning to make a faint orange line across the bedroom war, coming in through the kitchen.

“C’mon,” James said. “They’ll be setting up the markets. Leo’s on watch. Let’s bring him coffee and wake up our little passenger and go over that phone call radius.”

Sirius looked up at him in the dim light. “Logan always did like leaving at dawn.”

He was reluctant to rouse Finn. The room was freezing. They would have to do something about that. Finn’s suitcase was open on the floor and clothes half spilled out. There was no room for any sort of dresser—or maybe just no care for it. No one stayed long enough, perhaps.

“I’ll do it.”

Sirius turned to find Leo standing behind him. He looked tired, and cold. He was holding a cup of the coffee that James had made—way too strong.

Leo rolled his eyes a little at Sirius’ expression, then shouldered past him. “He’s stronger than he looks.”

“Really?” Sirius said. “I’d be a mess.”

He already was a mess. It had the intended effect, making Leo pause to look at him before settling on the edge of Finn’s bed.

“Finn,” Leo said gently. “Are you awake?”

“Are you awake?”

Sirius drew in a slow breath before opening his eyes. If anyone had told him, upon entering the academy, that his roommate would be a fucking talkative insomniac, he wasn’t sure what he would have done.

“I am now.”

Remus Lupin’s silhouette pushed up from his cot across the small room. “Are you hungry?”

Sirius could still see him there, half-silhouette and half moonlight. He hadn’t known that he would be entranced, for a long time, by how handsome he thought Remus Lupin was. He’d thought that from the very beginning.

“Sure. I’m hungry.”

Sirius went back into the kitchen. He didn’t want to watch this part. He didn’t want to watch Finn wake up and remember.

James looked at him. He was in his own dark, sleek winter jacket, had a black beanie pulled low, and his contacts in. He cupped his mug close to his chin and watched Sirius add milk to his own—how Remus took it. Sirius looked back at him once he was holding his own mug, too.

James’ single arched brow said all he needed to. Of course Salazar is listening. He darted his eyes around the room. This is their safe house.

Sirius nodded, but he didn’t know how to communicate, Remus was worried about something and I didn’t realize it soon enough in just one glance. He didn’t even know how to say it to himself. Salazar had been a part of their lives for the last decade. They’d got through training together, him, Remus, and James. And then had come Logan and Finn, two years later, and then, finally, Leo. Malfoy and the other higher-ups were old-fashioned and crude, but the work they did was important. Necessary. They were protectors.

James just sighed and took a sip of his coffee. “I miss her grilled cheese.” Lily. He wouldn’t give anyone else who might be listening a name. Just like how, for Logan, Finn was always Red, or Rouge.

What would Sirius have called Remus, if he were a civilian? If he weren’t always at his side. If they weren’t always in danger together. Would that have been better? Remus waiting at home for him? Sirius, waiting at home for Remus? He didn’t think so. He preferred Remus in his sightline. He preferred the option of diving in front of a bullet for him. Only distance prevented him from protecting Remus.

He should never have let Remus go down those cliffs without him.

James cleared his throat to get his attention. He had written something down on a napkin. In his scratchy handwriting,

TELL ME.

Sirius didn’t know what he was going to say, but he looked over his shoulder where he could hear Finn and Leo’s soft voices. He wrote quickly:

R X TRUST S?

James read the words and his reaction fell over his face. He flicked his eyes up to Sirius. Didn’t trust Salazar? Honestly?

Sirius shook his head.

Why?

Sirius shrugged and shook his head again. He’d never gotten Remus to say.

Leo was about to come down the hallway, Finn on his heels. “Are we ready?” Leo called.

James was still frowning, hazel eyes worried, as he stuffed the napkin in his remaining coffee to bleed the ink away.

“We’re ready,” James said, though Sirius didn’t feel it.

#Christmas Eve will find me lumosinlove #winterfic 2023 lumosinlove #wolfstar #spy au

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faeriefrolic · 1 month

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Connor's wish was granted and he's the father of a new baby girl! 🍼 Holly Minnow ⭐ Excitable / Light Sleeper 🖤 Rap / Vegetarian Fish & Chips / Irish Green ♉ Taurus

#ts3 #sims 3 #lepacy #hixcompletionistchallenge #minnow lepacy #minnow g1

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thestrangestperson · 8 months

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TINY WEE PSA

Hi! Are you trying to write some British people? Here are some random thoughts about exaggerated Britishness (With heavy chat about Scotland because I know Scotland the best):

"I'm going to the store!" Store is not a popular word for a place to buy things. People from the UK will generally say "shop". If they're just going to get milk or something, they may go to the "corner shop" - which people from NY especially will know as a "bodega"

"Hand me an eraser." While some people do say eraser, "rubber" is more common. This is amusing to me because to people from the US especially, it's very different in meaning.

If your character is visiting someone, it's very common to be offered tea. "Fancy a cup of tea?" or more casually "Fancy a cuppa?"

Pub ≠ bar. Pubs include bars, but are also places to get a meal. People do go there to drink ("Get a pint") though, and some pubs don't serve children or allow them in. Many do, however.

There are 100s of accents across the nation, more than just typical posh English, Welsh and Scottish. Please pay attention to your character's background and dialect. The city of London alone has 4 major accents. (For Good Omens fans, Crowley and Aziraphale are both sensationally posh. Aziraphale speaks "The Queen's/King's English" which is notably more formal and collected - Crowley does not.)

Some good swears include "Bellend", "Pillock", "Knob" and "Twat". In Scotland we also have the tamer "Daft(ie)" and "Tube"! Any object can become an insult: "You FUCKING MICROWAVE"

Some good pet names include "Love", "Pet" and "Poppet"

Along with tea we have a carbonated drink called Irn Bru. This is ESPECIALLY popular to Scots but you can find it in England. It is bright orange and fruity in taste.

We buy milk in pints

The chocolate bar Freddo is typically how we measure inflation these days. (I wish I could say this was a joke but tabloids love the chocolate test)

It does rain a lot. Like a shit ton. There are sunny days but nonetheless. The way to start conversation is ALWAYS weather. "Lovely weather innit?" always works, especially in terrible weather.

Sarcasm and dry humour are very popular.

IT IS A PETROL STATION, NOT A GAS STATION

A lot of people smoke or vape. This is very evident especially in cities like London and Edinburgh.

People from southern England especially are typically very removed and tend not to pay attention to anyone else. It's a massive "Not my problem". They can be very friendly by all means, but typically keep to themselves and don't talk to many people.

Biscuits rule the world, especially custard creams. (Jk, they're very loved though)

The school systems are different from that in the rest of the world. Even to one another. The Scottish, Welsh and English education systems are different - but are all composed of Primary school and Secondary school.

Typically people are either passionately wild for the Royal Family or REALLY dislike them.

Terraced and semi detached housing is very common. In Scotland we have "closies" which are blocks of flats that home lots of people, and are typically very square and deshevelled.

McDonald's did not arrive here until the 70s. People were confused by it to begin with.

Fish and chips is a stereotypical yet popular dish. Many people refer to going to a fish and chips shop as "Going to the chippy". Often they do not have seating, and are takeout exclusive.

Britain is a geographical reality, composed of Scotland, Wales and England. The United Kingdom is political and composed of Scotland, Northern Ireland, Wales and England.

Irish people may not enjoy being referred to as "British". Furthermore do not call a Welsh, Scottish or Irish person "English". This is a bad idea and will make people mad.

Day in the life of a true Brexit geezer is a documentary. (Jk)

Basically everyone "hates" the English. Whether this is playful or genuine varies from person to person. Even the English hate the English.

Older women especially have very strong feelings about Princess Di (She was so beloved)

For Good Omens fans: Soho is a small tiny little area in the BOROGH of "The City of Westminster". This is a borogh at the heart of London. You can walk Soho in a day.

Most cities don't have boroughs, but do have wee areas which are basically suburbs or collections of areas.

In schools, it's very common to refer to your teachers as "Sir" and "Miss". This also applies outside of school for young people, but generally is seen more in schools.

"Mate" is the most common way to address a male presenting person passive aggressively, along with "Love" for female presenting people. "Mate" is more common and works both ways.

"Pissed" means drunk. "Oh, he's pissed" = "Oh, he's drunk". Increasingly you'll find people say "pissed" to mean angry, especially young people. However "peeved" is what was originally used to mean angry.

#This is mostly about Good Omens fanfictions like please write the English as English #writing #british people #uk #writing advice #mildly humorous #idk ANYMORE #help #character writing #bad writing advice

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dragonsdendoodles · 3 months

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MPHFPC Incorrect Quotes Masterlist 1

Because I like organizing things :)

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No Murder in Walmart

Sitting on the Floor

Stop Undressing Him

You Never Let Me Do Anything

Upside Down Chip Bag

Thumb Condom

Jacob Knows Everything

Lemon Drop Cookie

I Didn't Get My Permit

Suck It

Cocoon Boy

Picnic

Something to Complain About

Patient

A Day of Sensory Issues

Cool Guy Stuff

Watch Me

Egg Shortage

Forgotten How to Fingers

The Last Thing You Registered

Purple

That's a Cockatoo, Actually

Grenades

Can I Cut You?

What's the Point

Adulting

No Thank You

Caffeine and Sugar

Suspicious

Attention Disorder

I Wonder How Painful It Would Be

Daddy Issues

Roadkill

Like Children

Not Short

The Power of Salt

Today's Just Out For My Blood Evidently

Dehydrated

Counterproductive

No Coffee Fuck Off Part 1

Crazy Religious People

The ADHDs

I'm Causing You Pain

Cunt is My WORD, Jacob

Sunset

Morals

Mini Cooper

Dumb Joke

Power Wash

Jelly Beans?

Attention Whore

Five-Second Rule

Lick

Only a Little Bit Satanic

And Whose Fault is That?

You Gotta Dab When You Leave

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*cough* it broke and Levi doesn't wanna fuck with it right now

Bean Water Part 2 (Soy Sass) Yelling It's Your Birthday. Full Circle Mop Juice? An Irish Lad Sugar or Glass Pain in the Ass You Haven't Eaten All Day You're Gonna Papercut My Eyeball! Oh! Helping It's Still 10 pm Have You Lost Object Permanence? NOT a Bean Macaroni You've Met Me That's What She Said British Football No Coffee Fuck Off Part 2 Stop Tickling Me No Comfort Pull Door Not a Child Basically Cake Hugging Lobotomy Hazard to Society You're Just Weak Breakfast of Champions Gifties You Almost Got Me Arrested Cocaine, Obviously Temperature Gun Is That Cheese or Skin? Anarchy Spoons Chip Box Chips Headcanon for Christians The Fuck Word Knives Last Name The Gays Are Coming I Want the Floor

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Go to College Since You're Old, and Deaf You've Never Seen a Chalkboard? You Like Trains? Testing Pillows Cheese Part 1 Cheese Part 2 Good Place to Get a Rock I Can Commit War Crimes Matte Black Range Rover Homophobic That's Called Death 10-4 Humidity Pilot Jumping Enoch Stop Drinking Water Okay, Millard Eating You Jelly We Like Murder 12:30 Part 1 12:30 Part 2 Fidget Toy of the Day Gay Month is Dead You Have a Boyfriend? Millard's Book I Prefer "Blessed", Thanks Migraine Are You Crazy? You Dumb Whore I Want a Challenge Spite Debt is Better Not Country Fancy Boy Stop Acting Dead You're Only 5'6 You Are a Smoothie Gaytor Last One at the Table New Nike Motto Even More White Sleep In Dodge Charger Pride Support Group Smudgy Pen Speaking British No Textbooks I Look So Gay Kind of Correctly North Dakota Peanut Allergy It's Fucking Labor Day Light the Hotel on Fire You Know What Else is Weird? Enoch You Do Share Credit Score Wasteful Flannel Bisexual Not an Advocate That is So Real Universal Flannel Who WINKS Anymore? Honest Cars Exploding Watch Your Pronouns Dead Things Chronically Straight Great Liquid Personal Taste Boyfriend Privileges 1:07 Cigarettes? Nerds Gummies I Want a New Brother Out of Character That's Because You're Old Foaming? Big Fork Trigonometry Boy Voice Anxiety Squishy Swedish Fish I'm a Ginger, What Do You Think Oh My God, it's a Man Lengthed Pi Older Than Three Slap-able Catboy Homosexual French Boy and Homosexual Bitch Boy Icing Gremlin 1 and Gremlin 2 No Murder at Walmart: The Sequel Tomatoes No More Husband, Horace The Flu Part 1 Triceratops Loving Murder You Know I Don't Colossal Mess Not All Men Habit of Handling Corpses You're Gay What Color is the Rainbow? Skillet The Flu Part 2 Olives Mad at Me SMART-Smart Spaghettios Smug Mac and Cheese Ooo, Yummy You're Also Nice to Me Dressing, But Crunchy 5'11 Gasoline

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writingkitten · 3 months

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Re: silly asks . . . do you have any HCs for the boys re: their coffee orders, favorite meals, and/or alcohols of choice (if they imbibe)? I suppose I think about these sorts of things because feeding people is one of my love languages. (No pressure to answer if it isn't your jam!)

ALL THREE

Ricky: black coffee with cream; his mom’s enchiladas or my steak and potatoes; extra añejo tequila, neat

Robert: light roast with cream and brown sugar; pot roast; vodka (I think that’s canon too)

Harold: black with cream; beef wellington; Malbec

Otto: light roast with a hint of cream and sugar; salmon and asparagus; Moscato

Doc Ock: stale black coffee, probably cold; probably still salmon and asparagus; gin

Harding: light roast with a bit of cream; a nice roast; probably also gin tbh

Edelweiss: 10% coffee, 45% sugar, 45% cream; dinosaur nuggets; cotton candy flavored vodka

Chandler: dark roast with whole milk; really really rare steak, like bloody rare; bourbon

Big Boss: black coffee with whiskey; pork chops and au gratin potatoes; whiskey

Andres: dark roast with a hint of cayenne pepper (yes he likes spicy coffee); chilaquiles; reposado tequila

Boris: black coffee but with sweet cream and sugar; crumpets; Chardonnay

Dunlop: mocha; bangers and mash; champagne

Arden: hazelnut brew with soy milk; fish and chips; beer

Jim: black coffee; chicken pot pie; whiskey

Jimmy: black coffee with cream and sugar; a nice juicy hamburger; beer

Armand: dark roast with sweet cream; spaghetti bolognese; Merlot

Manuel: a rich dark roast with fresh cream; spaghetti with a creamy red sauce; red wine, probably Merlot

Maxim: dark roast plain; Yorkshire pudding; Cabernet

Hank: black coffee with sugar; either steak or a really thick, juicy hamburger; gin and tonic

Frank: dark roast plain; prime rib; straight vodka

Oswald: dark roast with sweet cream; shepherds pie; Pinot Noir

Dick: pistachio latte; lasagna; chocolate Irish cream

#molina-verse #ask #answered #HCs

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athingofvikings · 10 months

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I really want to say to people who don't think cultural Christianity is a thing to come to Ireland and breathe in the cultural Catholicism. The 6pm news is at 6:01 because the Angelus (now officially a non-denominational moment of reflection but you're fooling no-one) is played on the national broadcaster. There are statues of Mary of Lourdes at a lot of country crossroads. Schools could ask for a baptism cert until 4 years ago. Sacramental preparation takes place in class time. 1/2

2/2 I literally can't grasp how a majority religion would not have a cultural impact on how your society behaves. Even if you are non-religious or of the non-majority religion you are going to be living in it like a fish lives in water, e.g. Irish funerals are held much sooner after death than ones even in England.I hope this is coming over not in a condescending way, but just a chip in and agreement that "Yes, I see what you are saying and I agree that is definitely a thing that happens"

Oh, it totally comes across as supportive, and yes, it's that exactly, and it goes deeper than those things, too. Like, for example, their binary view on "Being Christian", because they were raised in religious societies that insisted that the only way to be a True Christian was to not only worship Jesus, but to engage in said worship in that community's specific ways. So from their perspective, as apostates who have rejected Jesus, it's done. They've done The Thing that makes them No Longer Christian. It's a binary, strict insider-vs-outsider perspective.

Is it any wonder that they get upset when the rest of us point out that those upbringings left deeper marks on them, and they still have more deprogramming and introspection to do? I would feel sorry for them... except for the fact that they are violent, abusive, and cruel, just like the communities which created them, and, just like those communities, their only solution to hearing perspectives they do not like and do not want to hear is to demand silence and conformity with their perspective.

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 1 year

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The Senator from Montana

CHAPTER TEN: The Bar Encounter

Featuring Sen. Jon Tester

I'm a twenty-five year old bartender at an Irish pub in Washington DC near the senate. It's Saturday and the United States Senate is grumpy because of a rare Saturday vote. Normally deserted on weekends, Capitol Hill is swarming with journalists, staffers and senators. I had just poured a drink when I glanced down the bar. There he was! Broad shoulder. Six feet tall. Pushing 300 pounds. Big arms. A flattop haircut and three fingers missing on this left hand (lost to a meat grinder at age nine).

We normally don't see many politicians, but to my surprise, eating a plate of fish and chips was the burly senator from Big Sandy, Montana, Jon Tester. Just then as I was eying him down, he looked over and smiled at me. Truth be told, I‘m good looking and get lots of smiles and much more, but his smile was different. It seemed project at me.

Just then, I realized I poured the wrong drink and quickly decided to use it as an icebreaker.

"This was a mistake, a Harp beer," I said holding aloft a frothy pint glass. "Anybody want it?"

Tester flashes a big grin and without missing a beat hollers, "Sold!"

Suddenly it's like we were the only ones there as walks up to the bar. His smile got bigger as I hand him the beer. Then I saw his blue eyes, yeaning for attention, for just a moment of lust. He immediately takes a sip from his drink then quickly turned his attention to me and say, "I bet a good looking young guy like you could clean up in a place like this.”

"I do with guys like you." I boldly said as I adjust my crotch and made sure he sees, but he just chuckles and finish off his beer.

"You really don't make any bones about it do you? He responded.

"Well senator, I was taught to say what's on my mind. I said.

"What's your name son." He asked.

"Pete." I answered and smiled.

"Well, Pete, If you'd like to help me "clean up," meet me in the bath room in a few minutes sonny." He said. I couldn’t believe that someone so handsome and powerful was taking a shine to me. It sent chill bumps down my spine.

“Sure.” I said.

Then he winked at me as he got up from his barstool. I watched as he pushed his way through the crowd to the bathroom. God! Did he look wonderful! I knew that I should just chatted with him a moment and say goodbye, but I couldn’t. He was already under my skin like no other person had ever gotten.

A few moments later, I made my way to the bathroom and saw the same cowboy boots that the senator was wearing in the handicapped stall. No one else was in the bathroom, so I gave the door to the stall a knock. He slowly opened the door and I locked it behind me after I was in. Immediately Sen. Tester clutched me in his arms and we kissed. Suddenly a sense of urgency flowed from him as his kisses became desperate. He caressed my shoulders before sliding his hands down to my round ass and squeezed it as he crushed me to him. He kissed me for a long time before breaking his hold on me and we both panted for air.

"I'd sure like to fuck you, Pete." Sen. Tester whispered to me.

"I know, I know," I replied as he continued massaging my ass, "but I've never been fucked before."

The revelation that I was a virgin turned Sen. Tester's passion into a frenzy of deep kisses.

"How could I get so lucky with a virgin ass to fuck!" He sighed as grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me down to my knees. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his fat, semi-erect cock.

"Suck it." He ordered.

In a rush of passion, I was taking the senator's huge cock in my mouth wrapping my lips around it and circling the underside with my tongue. I sucked on it firmly and felt it grow in my mouth, mushrooming out. After a moment I slide my lips further down the shaft till my nose touched his pubes. He held the sides of my head and began fucking my face, his hips moved slightly as I sucked on his cock.

After a few minutes sucking his cock, Sen. Tester showed me his strength by reaching down and pulling me to my feet as though I was as light as a feather. Then he embraced me and pushed his old tongue into my mouth. Then he broke our embrace and put his lips to my ear and whispered, "I'm going to give a fucking you'll remember for the rest of your life."

"Grab the toilet." He added as he reached behind me and pulled down my shorts.

Sen. Tester got behind me gripping my hips and spread my ass cheeks with his thumbs. He spat on my crack and especially my pale pink button of an asshole before pushing two of his fingers up my hole, it hurt a bit at first, but I soon got used to it. He finger fucked me for a few minutes and I knew that my rectum ached for Sen. Tester's cock to slip inside it. He promised to be gentle with me when he stuffed three fingers into it. My eyes watered a little with the pain but it soon passed and I thrilled at the tender finger fuck that Sen. Tester gave me. By now my own dick was throbbing with anticipation of getting fuck by the senator's cock.

I heard him spit into his hand then felt the pressure as he pushed the head of his into my man pussy. I found myself pushing my ass back against his dick as he shoved the head of his slippery dick into my asshole.

"Take my cock!" The senator said almost angrily as he gripped my hips firmly and rammed his dick into me.

I stiffened up from the searing pain of his brutal entry as he pulled his dick half way out of me and slammed it back inside my asshole. He stroked slowly, working the whole 6" into me till his hips pressed against my ass. But the tightness of my tube soon got to him and the senator started fucking me hard and fast as he grunted with pleasure. The old man pumped his plump man meat into me over and over again as I moaned and grunted like a whore getting fucked.

"You like my cock don't you." The senator said as he slapped my ass while he pumped his dick in and out of me.

"Yes, I love it. Love it." I answered. I was pushing back against his thrusts enjoying the sound of skin slapping together, and that hard dick pounding my ass.

"Damn, you've got one hot ass." The old man said as he fucked me harder and faster.

"Fuck, I'm cuming!" The old man cried out suddenly as he grabbed my by the shoulders and slammed his dick as deep inside of me as it would go and came! I screamed out with pleasure as I felt his hot cum fill my asshole. Seconds later, I too shot off without me even touching it.

"Be here tomorrow at the same time." Sen. Tester whispered before giving me a long grateful kiss.

Then he was gone and I was pulling up my pants as fast as possible. I walked toward the bathroom door slowly as my asshole was throbbing painfully. I didn't see any sign of the big old man when I got outside. Suddenly I had to walk over to one of the tables and sit down I was feeling so dizzy. And damn at the moment I had enjoyed it more than any sex act I had ever experienced. I knew that I would be looking forward to seeing the old man again the next day.

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