#BoC Logo

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Did I ever say how much I love that YMS logo? imo one of the coolest / best drama logos from all the thai dramas I know of (based on the logo design and my opinion as graphics designer). Like the merge of the apostrophe and the Y and the Y line looking like the movement line if you bounce a ball 👌

The KinnPorsche logo is damn good and badass too. It's so sharp, split, slightly overlapping and cutting itself. Two logos very fitting to the theme of their dramas.

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idk if it will ever happen but i really am considering getting tattoos at some point

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Melhor sessão de cinema!

By; @mrerio

Marquei com a moça que namorava na época de irmos ao cinema, ela que sugeriu, queria ver Missão Impossível.

Ela é um mulherão, cabelos bem longos, escuros, um rostinho lindo cheinho, olhos castanhos divinos e um sorriso maravilhoso ostentado por uma boca com lábios lindos e bem deliciosos, de corpo é gordinha, o que eu adoro, dona de um belo par de pernas incríveis, grandes, combinando perfeitamente com o corpo todo e um par de seios lindos, macios, redondos, não muito grandes mas bem gostosos.

Nos encontramos no centro e fomos para o shopping, pegamos um lanche, trocamos um carrinho e fomos para a sessão.

A sessão estava bem vazia, o filme já tinha um tempo que estava em cartaz, então a galera já nem ia em peso...

O ar do cinema estava bem frio, eu estava com minha mochila de fotografia e um blazer de um terno que sempre usava, ela estava com uma calça colada, blusinha de malha e uma blusa por cima bem fina, o que fez ela sentir frio no cinema. Eu abraço ela, coloco o blazer no nosso colo pra esquentar ela, eu não ligava tanto pro frio, pingo a mochila no meu colo também.

Em um momento, sinto a mão dela, que estava debaixo do blazer fugindo do frio, andar pela minha perna. Sobe até a minha virilha e aperta com aquele dedinhos gordinhos a minha coxa, abre o meu zíper e começa a entrar na minha cueca.

QUE TESÃO BATEU NA HORA!

Olhei para os lados e não tinha gente perto, perguntei no ouvidinho dela:

- Tem certeza?

- Hum hum...

Ela passa a mão em mim e vou ficando cada vez mais excitado. Meu pau fica muito, mas muito duro na mão dela.

A gente se beija, eu abraço ela mais forte enquanto ela me punheta por baixo do blazer. A sensação da mão dela um pouco fria esquentando em mim era uma delícia...e aperto ela no abraço casa vez mais...

Depois de alguns minutos ela parou, pegou a minha mão e colocou debaixo do blazer já na virilha dela e puxou a mochila pro colo dela, pra ajudar a disfarçar.

Minha mão fez o mesmo que a dela em mim, apertou a coxa dela bem na virilha, e foi entrando na calça dela, primeiro comecei a excitar ela por cima da calcinha, fazendo ela começar a arfar no meu ouvido e começar a gemer bem baixinho.

E o gostoso dela quando fica excitada é que ela fecha um pouco pra olhinhos e abre a boca de um jeito que é impossível de não perceber que ela está excitada, vendo aqueles lábios deliciosos não resisti e dei mais alguns beijos neles.

A minha outra mão entra por baixo da blusa dela e avança por baixo do soutien, sentindo o biquinho do seio dela duro e o acaricia, enquanto a outra mão vai por dentro da calcinha dela e começa a passear em sua bocetinha apertadinha, lisinha, quente e molhada. Muito molhada mesmo. Eu vou tocando ela com muito cuidado pois ela é do tipo que faz muito barulho, geme alto, grita durante o sexo, o q eu adorava, pois a gente sempre tacava em alguns lugares que não podia fazer barulho e ela ficava muito excitada se segurando para não gritar, punha mão na boca, enfiava a cara em um travesseiro ou colocava uma peça de roupa para abafar.

O filme acabou, estávamos os dois malucos de tesão, corremos para ponto pegar um ônibus para a casa dela, que estava sozinha...

Muitos amassos, ela me abraçando apertado enquanto esperávamos o ônibus, eu encostado na parede escutei um pé, assim minha perna entrava no meio das pernas dela e ela apertava minha coxa com as coxas dela, que delícia...

Para a nossa alegria éramos os únicos dentro do ônibus, fomos logo para o fundo... Ela com aquela carinha de tesão do cinema, eu metendo aquela boca gostosa coloquei minha mão dentro da calcinha dela e ela na minha cueca, o som do bus abafava os gemidos dela, mas a boca dela no meio ouvido me fez ouvir cada um dos gemidos dela.

A sensação dela me masturbando dentro do ônibus e da minha mão masturbando ela também era sensacional....

Chegamos no ponto em que precisávamos descer, nossa cabeça não pensava direito em nada mais, eu só queria sentir aquela boceta gostosa e molhada na minha boca, chupar aqueles seios deliciosos e ver aquele corpanzil todo nú sentando em mim e gozando pra mim...

No caminho até a casa dela passamos por uns becos mal iluminados, ali a gente aproveitava, uma caminhada de 3 minutos levou quase trinta, a gente se apertava e se beijava a cada passo... Chegando do lado do prédio dela, uma linda fechada com uma marquise que bloqueava totalmente a luz em boa parte da calçada era ambos estávamos de roupas escuras.

Eu encosto ela na quina da porta da loja, linda não dava para ver nada mesmo, abraço ela forte e beijo ela com muito tesão.

Minha mão vai de novo pra dentro da calcinha dela e meus dedos deslizam nos lábios dela, ella fica mais excitada ainda e eu mais maluco de tesão.

Entramos no prédio e quando passamos pela segunda portaria ela abre o soutien enquanto subia a escada, eu começo a abaixar a calca dela com a calcinha no meio da escadaria, quando chegamos na porta mais da metade da bunda dela estava de fora e a minha outra mão já segurava um seio dela por baixo da blusa, ela amava que segurasse os seios dela...

Quando ela entrou em casa eu já tirei a camisa dela antes dela fechar a porta, nem me preocupei se o vizinho estava espiando pelo olho mágico. Ela fecha porta e termina de retirar a calça que já estava no joelho, eu tiro as minhas, abraço ela contra a porta, de frente pra mim ela beijo.

Ela vai pro sofá, fica de costas pra mim debruçada sobre o braço dele, a luz de fora iluminava aquele mega corpo delicioso sem nada cobrindo, eu a abraço por trás e penetro aquela boceta quente, úmida, pulsante e apertada como se fosse a primeira vez que a estivesse fodendo, ela grita, geme e se toca nos seios junto com as minhas mãos.

Virava o rosto pra mim com a mesma carinha do cinema... Olhinhos meio fechados, boca semi aberta, um dedinho passando no lábio...

Ficamos ali um tempo, no vai e vem..... Aí vamos para o quarto, ela tenta ir pra cama, mas eu a seguro, abro um pouquinho a cortina, a janela estava entreaberta também, segurando ela por trás a coloco em uma posição onde um seio dela fica aparente na janela, nada mais, o tesão que aquilo e deixou era demais, era bem tarde da noite... Ela gemia mais alto que na rua....

Na cama, eu fiquei por cima dela, a gente se beijava, se tocava... Com todo esse tesão, gozo na vagina dela, mas era muito gozo, que saia até depois de tirar de dentro dela...

Nos recuperamos ali na cama mesmo, tomamos um banho e deitamos...

Depois conto a segunda sessão de sexo com muito tesão que tivemos em seguida...

Que mulher gostosa...

Enviado ao Te Contos por @mrerio.tumblr.com

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what do you think about boc's decision not to change the logo for pride month this year?

Hi. I don't know if you sent this before or after Gift and Suthida (the other talents' manager) were seen showing up to Bob's concert instead of Pride but I'm just gonna regurgitate what the local fans are saying:

knsc is a photog who's taken lots of your favorite photos and usually is a quiet fan account so 🤷🏻‍♀️

and now they're using Tong, who is at Pride of his own time and volition, as damage control for the local fans 🥲

tong who also worked hard on man suang and whose work is going to impacted by mismanagement.

anyway throw it all in the trash. I'm usually more diplomatic and originally I had nicer things to say but you do this during Pride?

- companies are not your friends. they're only as good to me as their last act of putting their money where their mouth is

- Pride is a riot

cw: domestic violence, Bu!ld Jakapan

also for everyone who didn't care enough about the Bob and Poi situation see it through, I'm not talking about it because neither of these people are my problem anymore

but if you see people running around saying he's "proven innocent" (they settled out of court), just know he confessed in his settlement he did hit her ✌️ so yes. self confirmed abuser who hit multiple girlfriends in the time he was with them

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BOC's Pride Month PR strategy part 1

BOC retweeted a barbecue place's tweet about not changing their logo to a rainbow-colored version, because ~respect for diversity should be normalized~. Yes, there is rainbow-washing, but there is also playing into the side of bigots who don't want to see any symbols of LGBTQ+ pride or any form of support for LGBTQ+ rights. Thailand, like many countries in SEA, still has a long way to go in ensuring equal rights for its LGBTQ+ citizens, and I think making the celebration and the protest of Pride Month visible and prominent counts very much.

I'm interested in seeing if BOC creates any content for Pride Month or if they'll basically ignore it in the spirit of ~normalizing diversity~ and being ~we're not like other companies who do BL~. Now that I think about it, Mile's half-assed "Love is love" tweet and using #June2023 instead of Pride in the hashtag seems to be in line with this strategy...😒

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𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

In the music store, Craig is sitting at the counter looking depressed.

"Hey Craig? Remember us?"

"Guys, look I'm really not in the mood to answer any of your questions, ok?"

"Oh, don't worry. We're just here to buy an album, that's all" Y/N says. She flicks through and picks up an album. She talks to Sam and Dean as they approach the counter.

"You know I couldn't figure out what that symbol was and then I realized that it doesn't mean anything. It's the logo for the Blue Oyster Cult" She then turns her attention to Craig "Tell me Craig, you, uh, you into BOC? Or just scaring the hell outta people? Now why didn't you tell us about that house...without lying through your ass this time" Craig sighs.

"All right, um. My cousin Dana was on break from TCU. Ah, I guess we were just bored, looking for something to do. So, I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it would be funny if we made it look like it was haunted. So, we painted symbols on the walls, some from some albums, some from some of Dana's theology textbooks. Then we found out this guy Murdock used to live there so we ...we made up some story to go along with that. So, they told people, who told other people. And then these two guys put it on their stupid website. Everything just took on a life of its own. I mean I, I thought it was funny at first but... now that girl's dead! It was just a joke, you know. I mean, none of it was real, we made the whole thing up. I swear!"

"All right" Sam says softly. Sam, Dean and Y/N turn to leave.

"If none of it was real how the hell do you explain Mordechai" Dean asks Sam and Y/N.

==

Back in their motel room, sounds of the shower running. Dean and Y/N enter and walks over to Sam bed, Dean lifting a packet labelled 'Itching Powder'

"Hey, we're back" Dean calls out.

"Hey, where were you two?" Sam says from the bathroom.

"Oh, we went out" Y/N says, trying to contain her giggles, Dean puts his finger to his lips, shushing her, also trying to contain his laughter. Y/N picks up Sam's underwear from the bed and Dean shakes the content of the packet onto it.

"So, I think I might have a theory about what's going on"

"Oh yeah?" Dean says, still shaking the packet.

"What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?" Sam asks.

"Tulpa?" Y/N asks. Sam emerges from the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist.

"Yeah, a Tibetan thought form" The two swing around hastily.

"Ahh, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is. Hey why don't you get dresses, I wanna go grab something to eat" Dean enters the bathroom, smiling at Sam as he closes the door.

"I'm gonna go and get a soda" Y/N says and she leaves. Sam moves his attention between the two then turn to pick up his underwear.

==

The three went to a local diner and Y/N goes over to a table and Sam and Dean gets the drinks.

"There you go gents"

"Thank you" Dean saying taking his and Y/N's coffee. Sam taking his. They make their way to Y/N, Sam grimacing and adjusting his jeans.

"Dude what's your problem?" Y/N asks, slightly smirking.

"Nothing, I'm fine"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah"

"So, ahhh, all right keep going. What about these Tulpas?" Dean asks

"Ok, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualised a golem in their head. The meditated on it so hard they brought the thing to life. Outta thin air" Sam says.

"So?"

"That was 20 monks. Imagin what 10,000 web surfers could do. I mean Craig starts the story about Mordechai, then it spreads, goes online. Not there are countless people all believing in that bastard"

"Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?" Y/N asks. Sam looks uncomfortable.

"I dunno, maybe"

"People believe in Santa Claus-how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?"

"Cuz, you're a bad person. And because of this..." Sam turns to his laptop, showing Dean and Y/N a photo of one of the Hell House symbols.

"That's a Tibetan spirit sigil. On the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet they painted this, not even knowing what it was. Now that sigil has been used for centuries, concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass. So, people are on the Hellhounds website, staring at the symbol, thinking about Mordechai ... I mean I don't know, but it might be enough to bring a Tulpa to life"

"It would explain why he keeps changing" Sam grimaces and adjusts himself again.

"Right, as the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work"

"Yeah, because he's not a traditional spirit" Y/N says.

"Yeah" Sam says, still fidgeting.

"Ok So why don't we just...uhh ... get this spirit sigil thingies off the wall and off the website?"

"Well, it's not that simple. You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own" Sam says.

"Great. So, if he really is a thought form how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?" Y/N asks.

"Well, it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their home page" Sam says, still itching and adjusting. Sam shows Dean and Y/N footage from the previous night.

"Since they've posted the video their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone"

"Hmph. I got an idea. Come on" Dean says.

"Where we going?"

"We gotta find a copy store" They rise to go.

"Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something" Sam says itching and jiggling. Dean laughs and he walks away.

"You did this?" Dean continues laughing, this time joined by Y/N.

"You too! You're friggin jerks!"

"Oh yeah" Dean says.

"Sorry, Sammy. But Dynamic twins gotta stay work together" Y/N says, following Dean, then followed by Sam.

==

In the trailer park, Ed and Harry sit in a trailer with all their equipment

"No, no, no, forget it. Forget it! I'm not going back in there again"

"Harry. Look at me. Right here. Ok? You are a ghost hunter, ok?"

"I know, but, Ed, I've never seen a real ghost before Ed, like a real ghost, an apparition!"

"This stuff here...this is our ticket to the big time right. Fame, money, sex. With girls. OK? Be brave. WWBD. What would Buffy do. huh?"

"What would Buffy do. But Ed, she's stronger than me" Harry whispers.

"It's ok" There is a pounding on the door. Harry jumps a foot in the air and squeals.

"Who is it?" Harry asks.

"Come on out here guys, we hear you in there" Dean replies.

"It's them!" They stick their heads out the door.

"Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging-what a shock"

"Guys, we need to talk" Sam says.

"Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're ahhh, a little but busy right now"

"Ok well we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website" Dean says. Ed laughs.

"Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell..."

"I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people. And I get stage fight"

"Why should we trust you guys?" Ed asks.

"Look guys. We all know what we saw last night, what's in the house. But now thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai" Y/N says.

"That's right. Which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person, somebody could get hurt"

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Ed maybe he's got a point, maybe...."

"Nope..."

"No"

"We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth" Ed says.

"Well, I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now-"

"Dean--Dean, hey, hey, just, forget it, all right? These guys ..." Sam sighs "probably bitch slap them both, I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai ... but they're still not gonna help us. Let's just go"

"Whoa... whoa..."Ed and Harry say in unison.

"Yeah, you're right"

"Oh well, there loss" Y/N says. The three start to walk away, Ed and Harry trailing behind."

"What you say about...?" Ed asks.

"Hang on a second here"

"Wait...wait"

"What thing about Mordechai you guys?"

"Don't tell 'em Sam" Dean says.

"But if they agree to shut the website down Dean"

"They're not going to do it, you said so yourself" Y/N says.

"No wait. Wait. Don't listen to him, ok? We'll do it. We'll do it"

"It's a secret Sam"

"Look, it is a really big deal all right. And it wasn't easy to dig up. So only if we have your word that you'll shut everything down" Y/N says to Ed and Harry.

"Totally" Sam, Dean and Y/N look at each other.

"All right" Sam says. Dean hands them some paperwork.

"It's a death certificate. From the '30s. We got it at the library. Now according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound"

"That's right he didn't hang or cut himself"

"He shot himself?" Ed mutters.

"Yep. With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he's terrified of them"

"Matter of fact they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds -- it'll kill the sonuvabitch" Dean says. Ed and Harry snigger gleefully. Harry spins and bolts back toward the trailer, Ed follows more slowly.

"Harry. Slow your roll buddy. They're gonna know we're excited"

==

In the cafe, Sam, Dean and Y/N are sat in a booth, Sam looking at his laptop, Y/N eating her cake. Dean reaches up to the 3D artwork of a fisherman holding a big fish and pulls the cord. The fisherman's mouth moves up and down and an extremely annoying laugh play. Sam pulls the cord to stop it.

"If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you" Dean, deadpan, stares at Sam while pulling the cord again. Sam immediately stops, glaring at Dean. Y/N smacks his arm. Dean snickers.

"Come on man, you need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense" Sam gives Dean another dirty look. Dean sighs.

"We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms. All right. How long do we wait?" Y/N asks.

"Long enough for the new story to spread, and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker" Sam holds his beer out to Dean and Y/N, who lifts their own and taps it.

"Sweet" Dean takes a long drink and Sam starts grinning. Dean goes to put the bottle down but it is stuck to his hand. Sam cracks up as Dean stares at it, confused.

"You didn't" Laughing, Sam holds up super glue.

"Oh, I did!" Y/N starts laughing and puts her beer bottle down. She then goes to put her spoon down, but it doesn't come off her hand.

"I should have known" Y/N says with a defeated look, trying to take the spoon off her hand. The twins shake their hands while Sam, laughing, pulls the string to set the fisherman laughing again.

==

Dean, Sam and Y/N enter the Hell house on alert, guns drawn, and begin a methodical search, staying back-to-back. Dean readjusts his gun hand.

"I barely have any skin left on my palm" Dean says, snarky.

"I'm not touching that line with a ten-foot pole" Y/N says. Dean shines his flashlight in Sam's face until he winces, then moves into the other room. Sam and Y/N follow. "So, you think old Mordechai's home?" Y/N asks.

I don't know"

"Me either" A voice says from behind. Sam, Dean and Y/N spins, pointing their guns at Ed and Harry.

"WHOA!! WHOA!!"

"What are you trying to do, get yourself killed?"

"We're just trying to get a book and a movie deal, ok?" Ed replies. From the basement comes the sound of knives being sharpened. Sam and Dean are immediately back on alert "Oh crap" Ed and Harry crowd in close behind Sam, Dean and Y/N with their cameras "Ah, guys, you wanna...you wanna open that door for us?"

"Why don't you" Y/N says. Mordechai bursts through the door holding an axe and screaming. Sam, Y/N and Dean empty their gun chambers. He holds on, then wavers and disappears into mist. Sam, Dean and Y/N wait a beat, then take off to ensure the other rooms are clear.

"Oh God. He's gone. He's gone"

"Did you get him?" Harry asks

"Yeah, they got him?"

"No, on camera, did you get him on camera"

"Ah, ah, I"

"Let me see it, let me see it" Harry takes the camera and flips it open. Mordechai appears, slams his axe through the camera, forcing Harry to the ground and disappears. Dean runs in.

"Hey! Didn't you guys post that B.S. story we gave you?" He asks.

"Of course, we did" Sam and Y/N appears in the other door, gun at the ready.

"But then our server crashed"

"Yeah"

"So, it didn't take?" Y/N asks.

"UH...mmm..."

"So, these, these guns don't work"

"Yeah"

Great. Sam, Y/N, and ideas?"

"We are getting outta here"

"Yeah. Come on, Ed" Harry says, grabbing Ed. Harry and Ed run past Dean to the other room, where Mordechai appears again. Screaming, they run to the front door but it is locked. Mordechai follows them.

"Jesus Mary and Joseph"

"The power of Christ compels you; the power of Christ compels you. THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU" Ed shouts.

"HEY! Come and get it you ugly son of a bitch" Sam says behind them. They fight until Mordechai pins Sam against the wall, axe across his throat.

"Get out of here, now!" Sam says to Ed and Harry.

"We're out of here..." Dean and Y/N are in the other room splashing kerosene everywhere. Mordechai lifts Sam off his feet with the pressure of the axe on his throat.

"Dean! Y/N!" Sam shouts, gasping and the two appears.

"HEY!" The two shouts in unison. Y/N holds up a spray bottle and lights the gas, a plume of fire appears.

"Go, go, go!" Dean says to Sam. Sam runs past them, Dean and Y/N follows, Y/N pulling Sam as he stops and leans over, holding his throat.

"Mordechai can't leave the house, we can't kill him-We improvise" Dean holds up his lighter, flicks it, and throws it back into the room. It bursts into flames and the three run outside.

"That's your solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground"

"Well, nobody will go in anymore. I mean look, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty but it works" Dean says.

"Well, what if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?"

Well-well then, we'll just have to come back" Y/N says. They watch the house burn.

"Kinda makes you wonder. Of all the things we hunted, how many existed just cuz people believe in them"

==

Sam, Y/N and Dean are hanging out by a picnic table at the trailer park. Ed and Harry approach carrying grocery bags.

"I was thinking that Mordechai has a really super high attack bonus" Harry says.

"Man, I got the munchies right now" Ed turns his attention to Sam and Dean "Gentlemen" Then he looks at Y/N "Pretty Lady"

"Hey guys"

"Should we tell 'em"

"Hey, might as well, you know, they're going to read about it in the trades"

"So, this morning we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer.

"Oh yeah, wrong number?" Dean asks.

"No, smart-ass. He read all about the Hell House on our website and wants to option the motion picture rights. Maybe even have us write it" They place their grocery bags into a totally overloaded car.

"And create the RPG"

"The what?" Y/N asks.

"Role playing game" Ed replies.

"Right"

"A little lingo for you. Anyhoo, ahh, excuse us, we're off to la-la-land."

"Well congratulations guys. That sounds really great"

"Yeah. That's awesome, best of luck to you"

"Oh yeah, luck. That has nothing to do with it. It's about talent. Sheer unabashed talent" They nod at each other.

"Later" Ed says, making a hand gesture. They get in the car and start pulling off.

"See ya round"

"Wow" Y/N says, watching them leave.

"I have a confession to make" Sam says.

"What's that"

"I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer" Dean and Y/N laughs.

"Yeah well we're the ones who put the dead fish in their back seat" Dean says, gesturing to himself and Y/N.

"Dude, that thing stunk" Sam laughs then seconds later all three of them are laughing.

"Truce?" Sam asks. Y/N and Dean looks at each other and nods.

"Yeah truce" she says.

"At least for the next 100 miles" Dean adds. They climb into the Impala and take off.

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OneNETnews EXCLUSIVE: 31 Flavors of Baskin-Robbins sparks up for Delayed Delivery per Ice Cream Controversy in the Philippines

MAKATI, METRO MANILA -- A female netizen on Facebook captures its moments to buy an Ice Cream from Baskin-Robbins. Krisha Bettina tries to buy a Cotton Candy Crackle flavor but, the shipment was reportedly delayed for now.

In an exclusive report from Pilipino Star Ngayon via The Philippine Star with her statement: "Actually, fave ko din naman Mint Choco Chip kaya wala naman problema don pero kasi like others, syempre gusto ko din mag try pa iba flavors ulit lalo na yung isa ko pa fave yung Cotton Candy kaya medyo na-sad me kasi tuwing babalikan namin yan lang flavors nila palagi".

(Actually, I also like Mint Choco Chip, so there is no problem with that. But because like others [of course], I also want to try other flavors again, especially my other favorite is Cotton Candy. It makes me a little sad because every time we go back to that -- just their flavors always.)

Below the brand logo with this captioned photo, there is no shortage of Mint Chocolate Chip. Other flavors have taken out of rotation due to the shipment delay from the United States of America (U.S.A.). The international Ice Cream store from Glendale, California, U.S.A. recently trended on social media after Bettina snapped a photo of tubs and tubs of only one Ice Cream flavor on display which implies for a regular Chocolate flavor.

For now, some stores have only offered their said flavor as all other stocks have been stuck abroad awaiting shipment, which is subject to the approval as according to the Bureau of Customs (BoC). The mint flavor is what in local freezers as of this writing.

Baskin-Robbins brazenly apologizes to Bettina for the actual customer damages despite for a logistic shipment delay and was taking action the soonest before the Christmas season starts up within the year-end in late 2022.

PHOTO COURTESY: Krisha Bettina via FB Photo BACKGROUND PROVIDED BY: Tegna

SOURCE: *https://www.facebook.com/100083149691667/posts/135962929185363 [Referenced FB News Article from Pilipino Star Ngayon via The PH Star] *https://bilyonaryo.com/2022/10/12/delayed-delivery-baskin-robbins-branches-in-ph-stuck-with-mint-choco-chip-ice-cream/food-nature/ [Referenced News Article #1 from Bilyonaryo] *https://www.facebook.com/280607842088267/posts/2358497180965979 [Referenced FB Photo from Baskin Robbins PH] *https://news.baskinrobbins.com/blog/baskin-robbins-mint-chocolate-chip [Referenced News Article #2 from the Baskin-Robbins' news blog] and *https://news.baskinrobbins.com/blog/april-flavor-of-the-month [Referenced News Article #3f from the Baskin-Robbins' news blog]

-- OneNETnews Team

[whoaa-lets-get-peas]

This is my favorite shirt now, if you couldn’t tell

[queerbrainrot]

i'm fucking disappointed with KP fandom over the reactions to Apo's post about BOC logo-change and his recent interview, not gonna lie.

if you want to speculate on someone's gender identity or sexuality, fucking do it in private. don't make tweets, tik toks, posts etc. being "omg is he QUEER???" / "he seems so gay" / "he has queer vibes omg-" Especially since Apo's already had to deal with people doing similar things, commenting on his mannerisms and style that it's "gay."

it's never okay to out someone. it's fucking pride month.

let the man live and be himself without having to deal with half of the fandom speculating on his sexuality and gender.

do it in private, if you have to.

[discluded]

me: i hate consumerism

also me when consumerism gives me hot mileapo bread livestreams: 🥵🫡🤲

Of all the things MA are promoting, I feel like bread is the least "consumerist" and most "basic staple food necessity"...

Even aside from that, I've said it before but art costs money to make and artists should get paid. Before the widespread adoption of capitalism as the primary market mechanism, a lot of more formalized art was funded via institutions like the ruling class, the church or independently wealthy individuals.

I never see this much hand-wringing or pearl clutching about Marvel's 20 bajillion partnerships every single time they release a film, and I walked past a slew of t-shirts and toys and weird film branded logos on food in the store yesterday. And those films usually break even just based on box office tickets.

BOC is a small production company with one successful show under its belt and a slew of name-brand partnerships solely brought in by Mile and Apo themselves before the show even got off the ground.

You don't have to buy the products they're endorsing or promoting (i'm not mostly because I'm not in Thailand!), but let's not pretend KPTS would have gotten made if it wasn't for those sponsors. Let's not hold queer art to a moral standard we don’t hold non-queer art to.

Also food is a human right. You can criticize the system in which we grow and distribute food and there's a lot to be said about that, but i don't think promoting bread is... consumerist.