#c'mon zos get with the program

[tes-trash-blog]

They wont shut up about Darien meanwhile Skordo the Knife is right there.

Skordo the Knife is right there!

[tsuki-sennin]

Welcome back to "Tsuki acts like a dumbass while watching a television show intended for young Japanese children!"

Yeah, this is particularly late, but y'know, I was busy as hell, very tiring, had a lot of things to sort out, but I'm here now! Today, I had a plate of lombardi and potato chips for dinner and a bowl of vanilla ice cream for dessert. Only the healthiest eating here.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Ah yeah, Black Pepper! He's very obviously not Takumicchi!

-Pic-a-nic!

-...so, do we not eat lunch together at the schooool?

-Aaaaaah, Kokoneechan! Aren't you popular? This picnic is serious business for you, spicy sandwich lady!

-...and yes, before you ask, I have silly nicknames for everybody.

-Ahhhh, Kokone's DILF butler. Todoroki-san. I've not seen ya in a while. ...are you in the market for a boyfriend?

-So cool!

-Takumicchi!

-Sorry man, you aren't quite as cool as you'd like to be.

-...Idk if I've ever mentioned this, but like... this violin piece of background music, it's very Xenoblade-y. Like, it's got the vibe of something that'd play in Gormott. The score in general's very nice. I kinda miss all the steel drums and bright and sunny melodies from Tropical-Rouge, especially considering how damn hot it is around where I live rn, but this brings a pretty nice flavor. ...pun intended?

-Solomogu...? What kinda name is that.

-C'mon bitches, let's get our potato salad made!

-Ahhhhhh, memories.

-What kinda silly stuff we talkin', Your Princeliness?

-Kuropep?

-What the dog doin'?

-Ah, yep, her parents are out and about.

-Oh god, Pamu ate the everything.

-Bundoru, Bundoru?

-Narcistoru would absolutely be a Tumblr funnyman.

-Yeah, work on that, Secretoru. The phrase is catchy, but the

-Ranchi, ranchi~!

-...speaking of Ranchi, here we have Ranchi~! ...I thought of something else, but it had a very unfortunate origin, so now Ran-Ran is alternatively known as Ranchi.

-Hop step jump!

-Yuin, some things simply defy explanation.

-Kokoneechan's spreading the holy word of potato salad.

-My favorite TV show rn is this one tokusatsu program with a funny red mailman and his friends: a dog, a monkey, a bird, an oni, and Goku.

-My man's got a whole pizza!

-Treat yourself, king.

-No dance.

-Awww... that sucks.

-She's trying to make you feel better, don't correct her like that!

-Making a detour!

-A whole hot dog stand.

-Solomogu-san! He was with us all along!

-...hold on, is he not questioning the magical Fitbit his charge has? ...though then again, it does seem like the sort of thing she'd just have on standby, so.

-...come to think of it, can she access anything over then the Recipeppis and Curesta on that thing?

-Ah, never mind, Todoroki-san's very passionate about his hotdogs. Lots of really nicely rounded characters this season, goddamn.

-Aaah, free bowtie!

-Mmmm... lettuce...

-Yeah, that's a fuckin' hot dog right there.

-Pamu Pamu~!

-Giga Chad Behavior.

-Oh my god, Narcistoru's got heels.

-That motherfucker.

-He stole the Giga Chad Memory!

-Alright lassies, time for the ass-whoopin'! Smash that... fuckin'... coffee pot.

-These Ubau-zo designs are getting increasingly desperate.

-Oh, it do a succ.

-Hell yeah, Kokoneechan!

-Black Pepper Tuxedo Mask Man appears!

-Spiced out.

-Blue, spicy, and baked~! Just like that horrifying flavor of Takis!

-Well maybe if you didn't use your fuckin' coffee maker as a weapon.

-Ijit.

-Mmmm... that's some good dog.

-Ah, a plane!

-How nice!

-Bizza!

-What the dog doin'?

-That was nice :)

-Shit's like comfort food for me, man.

-Ahhhh, Ranchi. Focus for our good friend. ...she sad though, idk if I'm happy with that.

-I feel like I'm not being critical enough, but like... there's nothing I find really wrong with this show at all tbh. Uh...

-I guess maybe the plot about Takumi's feelings for Yui are kinda tacked on and will inevitably feel underdeveloped no matter what direction they take it in. Uh...

-Sometimes the humor's a bit too simple for my overdeveloped galaxy brain to find funny, the restaurant names are super generic to the point of being kinda distracting, and to my eternal disappointment none of the Cures hot moms or dads are single.

-There, I complained about things I don't like, now I have permission to enjoy this piece of media uncritically for the rest of my life. That's how this works, right? Anyways, can't wait until Saturday, when I put the whole series off until September of 3008, where they summon my spirit through a medium to ramble about a cartoon where a bunch of girls eat and subsequently fight and eat again like they're Einherjar in Valhalla.

-Ok bye

[txy27-blog]

Title: Roommates Chapter: 6/? Rating: T Pairing: Gary/Pete Summary: Neither of them really enjoy their jobs, but they have to make money somehow. Author's Notes: sorry if there's any mistakes i got baked and super inspired at like 3AM and i'm posting this at 4AM so just let me know if you spot any errors;; hopefully i can update again soon! for now, i'm gonna binge-watch worst cooks in america 💞

Pete stared at his reflection in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. He was content with the way his hair was right now. He used to always keep his rowdy curls cut super short, but he's grown to love having a messy mop of curls on his head. He leaned forward and spit into the sink, washing his toothbrush off and bringing it back up to his mouth before spitting again. He slid his toothbrush into the holding cup and left the bathroom, spotting Gary waiting by the door.

"C'mon Petey, we don't have all day," He taunted, smirking at Pete's flushed cheeks.

"Sorry I don't want bad breath all day at work," Pete retorted, slapping his roommate on the arm as he passed him and opened the door. "Are you still picking me up tonight, too?"

"No, I thought you were gonna spend the night at Sunoco," Gary rolled his eyes as he locked the door behind them. "Yes, moron."

Pete stuck his tongue out as they headed down the hall. "Jerk."

"Loser."

Pete leaned against the counter, surveying the empty store. His eyes darted to the also empty lot, and he couldn't help but let out a discontented sigh. There hadn't been many customers today, which just made his shift feel even longer than it was. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, absent-mindedly scrolling through his notifications for anything interesting.

...

...

...

There was absolutely nothing interesting. He checked the time. 7:15PM. He was scheduled to get off at nine, and Marsha was supposed to be in around eight-thirty. Only seventy five minutes, but at this rate, it'd feel like decades. With a groan, he slid his phone back into his pocket and willed for a car to pull into the lot, someone, anyone, he needed a distraction.

Lo and behold, familiar beat up excuse-for-a-car pulled into the first parking spot, and out stepped Jimmy. He made his way around his car and to the front doors, opening one and immediately noticing Pete behind the counter.

"You work here?" Jimmy asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you gotta do what you gotta do," Pete managed to hold back a grimace. He hated this stupid gas station, but work wasn't easy to find, and money was money, so he couldn't really complain too much. "What are you here for?"

"Munchie food," He smirked before adding, "A couple cans of monster. A pack of cigs for Zo." His smile slowly dropped at the mention of his girlfriend. He didn't wait for Pete to respond as he made his way down an aisle, grabbing a bag of Funyuns and examining them. Pete pulled his phone out of his pocket again, mostly as a distraction so he didn't end up staring at Jimmy the whole time. He scrolled through Facebook, reading statuses made by his former classmates. According to her status, Lola was pregnant, and Johnny was the dad. Apparently. He scrolled further. Christy got a new puppy. Algie posted a photo of his college's library. Gord is now single.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Jimmy's voice startled him, but he managed to not drop his phone. He put it away and began scanning Jimmy's items. A bag of Funyuns, beef jerky, Sour Patch Kids, and two Monsters.

"Just what people have been doing with their lives. Lola's pregnant, Gord just got out of a relationship, nothing too interesting."

"Both of those things suck," Jimmy commented, squinting to see what types of cigarettes they carried. "Get me a pack of...Marlboro Black 100's."

"Okie dokie," Pete murmured, turning around and standing on his tip-toes to reach the pack on the top shelf. He grabbed it and scanned it, dropping it into the bag with the rest of Jimmy's purchases. "That'll be...twenty dollars and fifty two cents."

Jimmy dropped a twenty and a single into his palm. "Keep the change," He said, grabbing his bag. "Has Gary gave you my number yet?"

"No," Pete replied, smiling sheepishly.

"Of course not. Here, give me your phone, I'll just give it to you now," Jimmy rolled his eyes. Pete grabbed his phone and pulled up the contacts app, creating a new one before handing the phone over. Jimmy punched in his name and number before sliding it back. "It was good to see you. Stay in touch," He did a two-finger salute off his forehead before exiting the store. Pete waved as he pulled out of the parking spot and left the lot.

The quiet settled in, and Pete let out another sigh. The next hour was going to drag by.

Gary grabbed the fryer basket handle and pulled the fries out of the grease, dumping them under a heating lamp and salting them. He checked the screen above the fry station, grabbing two large fry cups and filling them. He passed one cup to the drive-thru attendant and placed the other on the waiting tray of food at the cash register. He returned to the fryer, checking the screen once more. In bright green neon, a new order popped up. A number three combo, no garden, add cheese, and substitute fries for onion rings. He reached into the freezer, grabbing eight rings and dropping them into a basket before lowering it into the awaiting liquid. He set the timer under the basket, turning to look at his coworkers.

There was Duncan, who Gary could probably tolerate the most because he was constantly high. Hannah was okay, she was just really loud all the time. George was a nervous wreck and couldn't work front counter or drive-thru, he was bad with talking to people. Then there was Tiffany. He hated her with the passion of a thousand suns. She would incessantly flirt with him, and it bothered him to no end.

A new order popped up on the screen. A large fry and two Cokes. He reached into the freezer and grabbed the bag of frozen french fries, dumping a generous portion into a basket before plopping it into the oil. Someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around, slightly annoyed that the person didn't just speak up instead of touching him. The manager on shift, his eyes darted to her nametag, Cori, was standing behind him. She was a good foot shorter than him, but still somehow managed to look down her glasses at him. "We're out of patties, go get some from the freezer."

Wordlessly, Gary maneuvered his way through the kitchen to the walk-in freezer, opening the door to a faceful of chilly air. He walked inside, quickly looking around for the boxes labeled 'protein'. He spotted them in the corner, grabbing the heavy box with both hands before making his way out of the freezer, kicking the door shut. He walked around the corner, nearly bumping into someone.

"Shit," He cursed, stumbling back. His slight annoyance grew to heavy annoyance as he eyed the small blonde girl. Tiffany. God, he hated Tiffany.

"Oh, sorry, Gary," He didn't like the way his name rolled off her tongue, "didn't see you there." She took a step closer. "But now that you're here-"

"Tiffany, I have to give these patties to Cori," He said bluntly, stepping to the side to walk around her. She slid in front of him, blocking his path.

"Oh, come on Gary, give me a chance?" Her hand darted out to run up the length of his arm. She batted her eyelashes at him. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

He ripped his arm away from her, a look of disgust on his face. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper, "Don't you ever fucking touch me again, you vapid little-"

"Get off of me!" She shrieked, stumbling backwards into the wall. The volume of her voice caused him to drop the box in surprise, and raised the attention of their coworkers, who quickly made their way to the back of the kitchen. Cori shoved through the forming crowd, scowling at him.

"What the hell is going on?" She demanded.

"He-he tried to touch me!" Tiffany whimpered, sending daggers Gary's way.

"What?!" He was suddenly flooded with anger. He turned to Cori. "You don't believe her, do you?!"

"I don't know what to belie-"

"Check the cameras!" He screeched, rushing ahead of her to the office.

"You need to calm down, Smith," Cori scolded as she followed him into the small room, Tiffany cowering behind her, crying crocodile tears. Cori logged into the computer, clicking on the program for the cameras. Four boxes popped up on the screen, showing different views of the restaurant. She moved the mouse and clicked on something, rewinding the cameras. Sure enough, there they were, in perfect view. And he didn't lay a hand on her.

Cori turned to face Tiffany, narrowing her eyes. She raised an eyebrow. "Care to explain?"

"He...He was..." Tiffany glared at Gary, before giving up with a roll of her eyes. "Whatever. I quit." She untied her apron and let it fall to the floor, pushing past Gary roughly and leaving the office. He let out a sigh of relief, waiting for Cori to inevitably talk to him next.

She pursed her lips before speaking. "I think it would be best if you left for the night," She said as she pushed her glasses up her nose. Something about the condescending stare she was giving him managed to piss him off more than he already was, but he miraculously kept everything under wraps. Gary turned on his heel and left the small office without a response. He felt his coworkers staring at him as he made his way to the back counter to grab his phone and car keys before quickly leaving out the back exit. A blast of cold air hit him, but he welcomed the cold. Maybe it would help numb him.

He unlocked his car as he got approached it, opening and plopping into the seat. He slammed it behind him, and immediately began beating on the steering wheel with his fists, screeching between gritted teeth in frustration. After a minute, he got tired and rested his forehead on the cool steering wheel, closing his eyes as the blood rushed in his ears. God, his head was fucking splitting. Maybe if he just rested his eyes for a minute, he'd feel better...

"You can go ahead and leave if you want, sweetie," Marsha shooed him away from the register.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. We've been dead for the last twenty minutes, and according to you, all day."

"Pretty much. It's been eerily quiet for a Sunday evening," He replied as he grabbed his coat from the back office, slipping it on over his work shirt and zipping it up.

"I'm not complaining," She said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Now go on, get out of here."

"Actually, I have to wait for my ride to get here," Pete replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. He reached into his pocket for his phone, checking the time. 8:44PM. Gary was supposed to be off forty minutes ago...Where was he? Pete opened their thread of messages and shot him a quick 'hey' before shoving it back in his pocket. He faced the door, rocking back on his heels while watching traffic.

He impatiently pulled his phone back out, sending a 'you okay?'. He stared at the screen, waiting for a response. He blinked once, twice, before turning around. "He's uh, he parked at the McDonald's next door, so I'll be going now. See ya," He said as he pushed the door open and walked out. Why he had lied to her, he didn't know, but he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and started walking in the general direction of Steak n' Shake.

He couldn't feel his fingers or his nose, and his ears were getting to that point too. He let out a shaky breath of relief as the Steak n' Shake finally came into view. He quickened his pace as he trekked up the small hill, practically breaking into a sprint at the apex. He immediately spotted Gary's car in the parking lot as he hurried down the road. Cold air filled his lungs repeatedly, causing his chest to ache, and he tried to breathe in his nose and out his mouth. He was almost there, just a couple more steps...

Pete approached the driver's side of his car, surprised to see a passed out Gary sleeping on the steering wheel. He cautiously tapped on the window, startling Gary enough for him to look over. His face went through a cycle of emotions, none that Pete could detect. He quickly started the car and signaled for Pete to get in. He happily obliged, walking around to the passenger's side and sliding into the seat, closing the door behind him.

"Holy fuck, Pete..." Gary said groggily, sleep heavy in his voice. "I'm so sorry, fuck, I just-"

"It's fine," Pete interrupted, staring at his hands in his lap. "Really."

"That wasn't very convincing," Gary sounded miserable. Pete looked over at him, examining his face. The bags under his eyes had gotten heavier, and his face looked a little thinner.

He considered what to say before speaking. "What...what happened? Where were you?"

"It's a long story," Gary offered weakly, putting his car in reverse and pulling out of the parking lot. "Some bitch tried to get me in trouble because I wouldn't, and I quote, 'Give her a chance'. I got off early and I guess I just...fell asleep in my car." He looked over at Pete as they stopped at a redlight. "I really am sorry, Pete."

"Like I said, it's okay. It wasn't even that far of a walk."

"Liar," Gary called him out. "Sunoco is at least a five minute drive from Steak n' Shake, so it's an even longer walk, and it's cold. You hate the cold."

Pete didn't even try to argue, nestling back into the warm seat. "You got me," He let out a soft laugh. Gary flipped on the radio, switching between stations before settling on some Puddle of Mudd song. Pete closed his eyes as waves of heat engulfed him. Right now, these seats were the comfiest thing in the world, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

Author's Notes: just a head's up, there's not-so-subtle foreshadowing in each chapter about different things that are going to happen. i'll probably point them all out at the end, but it'd be fun to see if anyone could guess what's going to happen before it happens :^)