#i ordered a milkshake

[killingfrankie]

is it weird that when i order in uber eats i stalk my ubers live location on the app. it gives me a map and tells me in real time where he is so why can’t i?

[koifsssh]

finally got around to do some greaser au stuff! i have no idea how to dress characters, other than knowing that the gang all wear matching jackets... its a little silly, i think sally is the one i mostly have no idea on...

it'd be a funny idea if Frank still had a vest on, just because they may not be above physical altercations does not mean they can't dress to impress! bwhahaa!

(they do have a matching jacket, of course of course...)

barnaby... my beloved...

i have no idea if he has a motorcycle! it's a funny thought that he may have a big truck instead... in case anyone got tired! they can sleep in the back seat while they listen to music... and put their motorcycle in the back!

[home-of-renn]

I love fics where Danny is an otherworldly abomination - but not yet.

Like he's still a baby and hasn't yet grown into his eldritch existence. As of now, he gives you a little chill whenever you get too close or look him in the eye. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end when he's in the room and sometimes you feel like there's something not quite right with the Fenton kid and you have to resist the urge to just turn tail and run.

But also he's just the resident weird kid at school who still hasn't hit his growth spurt and keeps getting shoved into lockers even though he's a senior now. Like maybe he's just ~ like that ~ ya know?? Who wouldn't turn out weird if their parents were nutjob ghost hunters.

He makes you want to clench your teeth every time he walks past and sometimes you swear he barely even breathes - but he stutters when he's nervous and does that thing where he rubs his neck and he's got curly handwriting and keeps getting detention from falling asleep in class - half the time his notes are plastered on his cheek and he's got ink on his chin.

But give him a few hundred years and he'll fill you with so much existential dread that it'll make you question your entire existence and place in the universe and your lungs will feel like they've been filled with lead - every time he opens his mouth to order the newest item on the Nasty Burger menu.

Clockwork would be so proud.

[yukipri]

Today I was like I Suddenly Crave Fast Food Burgers

So I indulged and ordered Fast Food Burgers

And then partway through my first burger my stomach as like, Actually No Thanks This Does Not Feel Good

And then I was like damn this used to be no problem. Is this what getting older feels like...

[obsob]

also hello. i hope everyone is doing well here is a captains log:

was sunny today, went for a walk and saw ducks. did two sketches for portfolio drawings which i will do. next week hopefully. i had soup for lunch (bad soup. tasty but too Lumpy). played zelda. im picking my bf up soon. we will. have cookies. and also i need to do exercises bc if i forget to do yoga or exercise for over a week my body slowly begins to collapse on its self n my knees n lower back hurt. i will be placing my soul in the hands of a 15 Minute Leg Exercises By Caroline Girvan and i will probably not come out alive

i finished reading witch king by martha wells today which was Just Good and now am reading royal assassin by robin hobb and having a very good time

i hope ur well. tell me abt your day!

[alithographica]

Tip for you if you ever go back to Australia and want an American style milkshake: We call them thickshakes, don't order a milkshake unless you want milk with a teeny tiny bit of ice cream

why would they do this 😭

Also why not call the GOOD one 'milkshake' and the imposter a thinshake! You could market that! A healthy alternative (lie) while avoiding confusing poor tourists from the country that invented milkshakes.

[br1ghtestlight]

bcuz of my sore throat I kept having dreams where I was eating ice cream or having a milkshake/smoothie can somebody fucking Help me!!!!!

[strixhaven]

hands you a strawberry milkshake (milk of choice) (can also be water)

oh FUCK yes strawberry milkshake…. summoning the boys to my yard and having a tasty treat let’s go. handing you one as well

[despairforme]

Here he was, sitting outside in the warm autumn weather, having a fucking milkshake before it's too fucking late and then WHAT HAPPENED? Some asshole clouds come and block the sun!! A fucker can't catch a break!!

[milimeters-morales]

idk why my default “comfort idea” is someone feeding acau miles, or just any small kid, a nice meal. like i realize that i subconsciously project a lot onto the acau characters but i can’t find out if that’s one of those things or just something i find nice

[thetimecrystal]

i am very close to ordering a milkshake even tho i Will have a bad time because of it

[sphylor]

dude one thing i fucking HATE about customer service is when someone comes to you with like a Minor issue they faced with your workplace and you like say sorry and explain why that might have been and then say sorry again and the person is like "mm i dont think thats the answer im looking for here." LIKE OKAY WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DOOOOO THEN HUH?????????? IM VERY CLEARLY THE LOWEST EMPLOYEE RANK THERE IS I HAVE NO POWER TO DO ANYTHING??? if you want to speak to a manager the go fucking speak to a manager or ask me to get one for you??????? dont make it my fucking problem and act like im being unreasonable and difficult

[ameliafuckinjones]

If I said half the things I wanted to say about Canada and Americas relationship as siblings and neighbors, how they're ACTUALLY viewed by the world when it comes to international matters that are actually important (NATO, AUKUS, global economy, AI and tech companies, hegemony etc) and how it would be more interesting to explore aspects of their relationship as well as their relationship with the world that correlates with reality rather than this made up version that dominates the fandom... commie tumbler would hunt me down and kill me

[icewindandboringhorror]

sleepy mr baby + other random misc images

[hellpupp]

y'all would Not believe the amount of drama a silly lil pet site can generate

[dhampiravidi]

🍳 our muses are having breakfast at a local food place (Caleb and Pogue @in--noctem, sorry for the anon I'm on the wrong blog xD)

Caleb probably wouldn't've agreed to skip school with Pogue if the night before hadn't left them both feeling so drained and upset. Mr. Parry had had yet another tantrum, smacking his son around while his wife cooked dinner (only stopping to tell them to get out of "her space" in the kitchen). As usual, Pogue teleported straight to the Danvers, glad that his parents didn't do any magic. Because it'd been years since Caleb had realized what Pogue's parents were truly like, he had a plan in place. He set his best friend up with a decent dinner, then called the police (who were familiar with the situation) so that they wouldn't think Pogue had been kidnapped. It always took a while longer than he would've liked to get Pogue to bed. There were bruises and cuts to be treated, and even then, Pogue was far from being OK (not that he was expected to be). On days like those, he had multiple nightmares, so the Danvers had learned to have him sleep in Caleb's room. The boys always ended up under the same sheets together, arms wrapped protectively around each other--but Caleb knew to untangle himself before Pogue woke up and freaked out.

They went out of town to avoid any suspicious adult eyes. Pogue, who had bought a motorcycle as soon as he'd turned 16 (he only waited that long because he knew he had to pass the tests before driving it) apparently found a diner on some day when he'd gone out of town instead of to the Danvers, post-dad tantrum. So, he drove the two of them there. Caleb knew that Pogue probably would've been more physically comfortable using one of their cars, but he didn't want his own mom worrying about them--even if she might not leave her room til the afternoon.

Caleb liked the place as soon as he saw it. The outside was plain, but it was perfectly clean, with bright paint and absolutely no dirt on any of the paneling. "It doesn't look like much, I know...food's not as good as yours, but it's a nice spot," Pogue said quietly, putting his gloves away for the moment. He was surprised to feel a gentle-yet-firm hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see one of those smiles that made him feel guilty and giddy at the same time.

"Thanks, man." Thanks for bringing me, for letting me come with you this time. Thanks for the compliment--even though you're always silently moaning when I cook us something.

"Yeah." Pogue started off for the front doors, Caleb only a step behind. There was music from the 70s and 80s playing, not enough to be anything but a quiet soundtrack. About half of the place was full, which was interesting for a restaurant's weekday. Pogue sat down in a booth not far from the bar, and Caleb sat across from him. It was all of 5 seconds before a waitress in a pink-striped uniform rolled up, beaming.

"Kiddo! How are ya!?" she cried, beckoning for Pogue to hug her. He did, a sheepish grin on his face as she kissed his cheek.

"Hey, Donna. Donna, this...uh, this is Caleb." He sat back down, and suddenly he couldn't look his friend in the eye. But Donna certainly could. She grinned mischievously.

"Caleb Danvers. Oh yeah, we've heard about you. What are ya in the mood for? Pogue always gets a stack a' cinnamon pancakes, but he says you make the best French toast--"

"Donna--"

"I'm just sayin'. Here, I'll get ya' a menu. Don't worry about what's for breakfast and f' lunch--Jimmy doesn't mind makin' both." Over the next hour or so, Caleb learned that Donna was taking classes to become a dentist's assistant, and she had a little boy named Ricky who thought Pogue was a god because he'd let him sit on his bike once. He also learned that Donna could read people's minds (not literally, he hoped), Pogue came to the diner about once a month (even if his parents weren't being horrible), and that Pogue had told Donna (plus the other two waitresses who knew him) all about Ipswich, minus the magic part.

Both boys left Donna and the rest of that shift a hefty tip--after all, they were the heirs to family fortunes--and took milkshakes and fries to-go. They went to Boston to explore, then had a picnic on the outskirts of Ipswich. Caleb had to keep reminding himself that it wasn't a date, that he was just keeping Pogue company while the other guy took a day.

He liked to think that they'd had enough fun to forget the night before, at least for a little while.