#quickstop

[paintingsilikedownatthegallery]

[dootznbootz]

One thing I love about living in the woods is that you'll just see wild shit right outside your window. Looked outside and saw a hawk (small) resting on a branch REALLY close to the house (idk if something scared them out of their nest or if it's just resting because it's snowing or what) but I got excited and kind of shouted and then this dude turns his head around and just looks at me.

[colacorvus]

Suddenly I can draw again

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Early haul from my estranged mother, there was also a body pillow but I wasn't sure how to photograph that fggfhgfh

[seat-safety-switch]

Usually, when someone tells you that you can make money from home, it's a scam. The bourgeois monsters who control our society demand that we attend to a physical place of work. Even when you're "working from home," it usually only serves to make your house feel like an office. That's no fun at all, so I decided to liberate the human spirit by developing TheftBot.

TheftBot is, simply put, a fully sentient robot for stealing automatic teller machines (ATMs) from nearby convenience stores. Those ATMs, in case you are unfamiliar, are stuffed with cash – the bank's cash – and that money can be spent on goods and services, like semi-slick racing tires or turbochargers.

He's built on an old Kubota forklift frame, with a nitrous-stuffed 500-cubic-inch Cadillac V8 loosely bolted onto it. That provides tons of power to outrun the police and even the most eager private security forces. Importantly, he's fully remote-controllable, which means I both don't have to be in the cabin, and have plausible deniability if his "self-driving algorithm" goes a little kooky-koo and slams through the front of a QuickStop, emerging seconds later with a Diebold-Nixdorf containing approximately nine hundred dollars on average. The autonomous car laws are very loose in my neck of the woods, you see.

Sure, there's a lot of downsides to this kind of hustle culture. The biggest part is all the guilt: ATM theft used to be a heroic, working-class job that paid well. Now I've automated it, a bourgeois action that makes me no different from the banks. I think that buying a few more turbochargers could make me feel a little better about it, though.

[credince--writes]

American reader! X soap 🧼

Smut!

Jiffy lubing your boyfriend

What's what mean?

Making him cum in under 15 mins.

Slip a finger in while your jerk him off and rub on his prostate while you talk mean & dirty to him.

He cums in 5 and is so embarrassed afterwards.

The whole time you're acting like a service employee.

"Thank you for coming to quickstop, if you fill out this receipt's survey you'll get $5 off your next servicing"

"$5 off my next milking?"

"Yup."

[suppenzeit]

doodle im not gonna work on anymore. cold day at the quickstop leads to jay borrowing a coat and calling dante a gayboy

[chariisma-check]

first blood in the bayou session recap

so two of my friends decided to run a coc session based on blood in the bayou (which i haven't seen, so no spoilers!!) and i'm here to talk a bit about it. however, this post WILL potentially contain blood in the bayou spoilers since i think we're playing through the plot, but i wouldn't know so warning just in case

campaign credits to just roll with it!!! and again potential spoilers for bitb

my character: monrowe "magnolia" la stone, a jazz singer at a club named tiana's palace in new orleans. she moved out of galloway as soon as she saved up, and makes some mean gumbo. she's upper-middle class bordering on upper because of the people she interacts with at the club, and is really into the occult/folklore of new orleans

friend 1's character: paradox wilson, the only one that stayed in galloway. he grows pot

friend 2's character: anthony wilson, forensic scientist and older brother of paradox other characters (bios from one of my dms):

brady: the dumb dude who gave monrowe her ride to galloway

richie "rat" sanders: a kid younger than all by a few years, looks up to the wilson brothers and sometimes buys pot from paradox

cash: the wilson dad

caroline: the mom

bucky: the dog monrowe took in

billy(?): the quickstop cashier

officer dudes: policeman. a deputy i believe, but everyone is just used to calling him officer instead

session recap:

i arrived at galloway via a car driven by a friend of a friend (named brady, but pronounced braddy) who didn't know what a trumpet was and is a really big fan of the band "ba⚡️nd"

monrowe and the two brothers she's running a dnd session with (paradox who grows weed and anthony who is a forensic investigator) head to the supermarket to buy some food. a stray dog follows us who i recognize from my childhood. i buy him steak and name him bucky

birds fall out of the sky?? out of nowhere?? and the police don't believe me that it was random and all anthony can tell is that the birds are hella dead despite the fact they're literally cut in half

i go home and wash off bucky (who was covered in mud) and paradox and anthony go look for richie. richie has turned to goop and traumatised the fuck out of the brothers

when the wilsons return to the house monrowe is hosing down bucky and have a cook-off with caroline, the wilson mother. the wilson brothers are still traumatised and don't really eat

we all tuck in for the night

i am so so excited to see where the rest of this goes!! it's my first coc session as a player and not a dm, and i couldn't ask for a better party <3

@t4ckie-j4ckie @chocoisbored @radioactive-mammothade @/our other dm

[wats-am]

Can you imagine Jay just tearing up the Quickstop, looking for vegan chocolate bars for Silent Bob and yelling at Randal for not ordering enough. And then Randal makes some quip about Bob being on the rag and needing Jay to get him chocolate, and Jay would be like, “Yeah, you don’t show your bitches no appreciation, and that’s why you’re such a bitchless Motherfucker! Now, order in some plant-based sweetness for my Snackpack, Mr. Bitchless!”

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: Swearing, age gap relationship (everyone's legal), dad's best friend relationship, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

I smiled at my dad as he was shooed away from the grill for the third time. Dante rolled his eyes behind my dad's back and I had to stifle a laugh.

"It's my fucking grill Dante!" He teased as Dante waved the tongs at him. "I better get a chance to man it."

"Like I'm gonna trust you not to burn down my house!" Dante shot back. I snickered and my dad turned to look at me.

"He has a point dad." I shrugged. Dante winked at me and I could feel my cheeks heat up slightly.

"Et tu (Y/N)?" Dad asked, putting a hand on his heart. "Et tu?" Laughing, I shook my head as he sat down next to me. I leaned my head against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around me. "Never thought I'd see the day my kid sides with my best friend. You wound me." He pressed a kiss to my head as we waited for Dante to finish cooking the food. It was hard to take my eyes off him but given the way that I had my head tilted it wasn't like I could look anywhere else anyway.

"So have you thought about what you're gonna do now that you're done with school?" Dante asked, bringing the food over and placing it in front of my dad. "I'm sure Randall would love the time off from the QuickStop. If you're looking for a quick buck while you job hunt."

"That wouldn't be terrible." I said, looking at my dad as I grabbed something to eat. "I spend most of my time there anyway now. And I could use the cash in the meantime." My dad nodded.

"Then it's settled. You'll take my shifts." He said. Dante groaned.

"Not all your shifts dumbass." Dante clarified. "Just some of them." My dad shook his head with a grin. "Randall, that's not..."

"But its what you said." He shot back, looking at me to back him up. I held my hands up as I chewed.

"I'm staying out of this one." I said, shaking my head. "Its gonna be worse than the requel argument. I just know it." My dad groaned and Dante let his head fall into his hands.

"Why did you have to bring that up?" Dante asked, peeking up at me through his fingers. "Thanks a lot (Y/N). You're gonna get him started all over again."

"Sorry." I shrugged as I continued to eat. My dad and Dante continued to bicker about shifts and movies as I listened in. I threw my two cents in from time to time to the amusement of the two. When Dante got up to clean off the table, I stood too.

"Don't get up Randall. We've got it." Dante warned as my dad started to get up. "Remember what the doctor said?" There was a flash of worry on Dante's face as my dad settled back in the seat.

"She was talking about shit like loading the grill Dante. That's what I've got (Y/N). I can handle a damn plate." My dad grumbled. I put a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah well I'm telling you to sit your ass down and let us handle it." I warned. Dante watched with an amused smirk as my dad finally backed off. Dante headed back into the house while I squeezed my dad’s shoulder. “I know you wanna jump back into things but you can’t. You know I can’t lose you.” He squeezed my hand as I leaned down to kiss his cheek.

“yeah.” He sighed. “Alright kiddo. Don’t keep him waiting.” I smiled at him before heading off to the house. I dumped the paper plates in the trash before heading towards the kitchen. I groaned softly as I was pinned against the wall.

“you really wanna do this sweetheart?” Dante whispered as his nose bumped against mine. “You really think this is smart with your dad sitting right out there?”

“he knows i like you Dante.” I shot back. “He’s known for a while now.” Dante blinked at me. “Why do you think he’s heading to the truck now to watch Jedi?” Dante broke away from me to look out the window to confirm what I had said. He turned back to me leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as Dante reached down to wrap my legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, Dante carried me down the hall to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed and slid his hands under my shirt.

“Randall better not come in here.” Dante breathed out as he pulled my shirt off. I smiled at him as I sat up. My hands flew to his hockey jersey as Dante settled on the bed between my legs.

“I promise you. My dad is plenty preoccupied.” I smirked at Dante. He groaned and I started laughing.

“I don’t need to know that.” He muttered as I pushed his jersey over his head. I leaned over to kiss along his collarbone as Dante moaned. I giggled as I sat back and went to work on my pants. Dante hurriedly tugged his pants low enough to get his dick out, pumping himself slowly as I tossed my pants to the side of the bed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He sighed as he looked me over. “But damn…you’re perfect honey.” I bit my lip as I looked him over.

“not too bad yourself Dante.” I responded. His cheeks turned pink as he settled himself between my legs. Slowly thrusting in, Dante rested his head against mine. “Well shit. I didn’t expect that.” I breathed out as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“more to me than meets the eye sweetheart.” Dante whispered, smirking before kissing me. I moaned into his mouth as he started to thrust into me. When we pulled away, Dante settled himself on his forearms above me. His breath was hot against my face as we moaned. I canted my hips against his and ground against him. Dante’s breath hitched and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“not…not gonna last Dante.” I panted as he buried his face in my shoulder.

“me neither.” He groaned.

“Take me there Dante.” I breathed as I kissed his cheek, moving to lick his ear. Dante’s breath caught as he came, hips stuttering as he pulled me over the edge with him. He collapsed to the side of me and pulled me to his chest.

“been wanting to do that for a while.” Dante admitted. “Didn’t really realize you did too.”

“I’ve had a crush on you forever.” I laughed. “Didn’t help you always stepped up when dad got distracted.”

“please tell me that doesn’t me you’re gonna call me…” I cut Dante off with a finger pressed to his lips.

“definitely not.” I answered. He nodded as he kissed my finger.

“ok. Good.” He moved my hand away before softly kissing me on the lips. “Maybe we should hurry up and get back outside before your dad comes looking for us.” Dante moved to grab our clothes from where they were tossed around the room.

“you’re probably right.” I agreed as I heard the car door slam from outside.

[deligrossery]

Deli Grossery Archive: December 2019

20 Avenue Grocery Quick Stop. 6824 20th Ave Brooklyn, NY. (Photo Date: 5/28/18)

[paintingsilikedownatthegallery]

[colacorvus]

save me Marty Quickstop. save me

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Home (Is Where I Want To Be)

Ship: Bear & Dante Hicks (platonic), Bear & Randal Graves (platonic)

Word Count: 977

Summary: When Bear returned to Leonardo, New Jersey, after their adventures in San Francisco. Not quite when they started hanging consistently with Jay & Silent Bob. Mostly dialogue. CWs for extremely brief drug implications, brief mentions of food, canon-typical suggestiveness, Randal being mildly disrespectful of Bear's identity.

Bear was glad to be back in Leonardo. Even though San Francisco helped them find themself, nothing said “home” to them like small-town New Jersey. They had found a duplex with cheap rent and had even gotten back into the club scene, though they were still looking for a job… still, even that wasn’t the top concern on their mind. They needed to know if things had changed at all at their favourite convenience store.

They first noticed a couple of familiar faces loitering outside the store when they got off the bus. They couldn’t help but stare as they tried to figure it out, earning them the attention of the two long-haired men.

“Motherfucker can I help you?” The skinny blond one snapped. “What, what, you think Silent Bob and I are some kind of freakshow you can get your kicks lookin’ at??”

“No, Jesus, sorry,” Bear responded quickly, a small smile coming to him. “I just thought you looked sort of familiar… maybe if I caught you in a dark room it’d come to me.”

“You recognise this clown?” The blond asked his companion, supposedly Silent Bob, who narrowed his eyes at Bear before shifting his hand side-to-side in a “so-so” motion.

“That’s a nice way to treat your customers,” Bear laughed over his shoulder as he entered the QuickStop. He took a deep inhale, the smell of floor wax and plastic filling his nostrils. It looked just as he remembered, which is to say, it looked like any other convenience store he’d been in… but this one was his. He gleefully browsed the shelves, grabbing himself a bag of chips and a bottle of Pepsi before approaching the counter.

“That’ll be six-twenty… anything else?” The clerk asked robotically as he rang Bear up. Bear’s heart skipped a beat as he looked into the man’s face. He nudged his tinted glasses down the bridge of his nose, looking at Dante over top of them.

“Usually I’d say no, but you wouldn’t happen to know if a Dante Hicks still works here, would you?”

Dante did a double-take. “Yeah, that’s… me… do I know you?”

Bear’s expression became a little sad. “Ah… I’ve changed that much… you mean to tell me you don’t remember dating an acne-ridden little weirdo who worked at the Flying Saucer Arcade and watched too many horror movies? For two years?”

Dante took a step back, taking them in. “Bear?!”

“Wrong, Rick Moranis. Very close, though.” Bear laughed and pushed up his glasses, “I’m just fucking with you, of course it’s me!”

Dante quickly came around the counter to wrap them up in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you…” He held them at arm’s length. “Wow, you’ve… you’re…”

“Myself. Really, Dante, it’s only been three years, I can’t be that unrecognisable…” They picked up their purchases with a grin.

“You’re certainly a lot happier than the last time I saw you. How was… where did you go?”

“San Francisco. Plenty of gay experiences for me to get around to. I’m really glad I did it, but I was getting homesick. How’s home been?”

Dante looked around, then laughed flatly. “I… guess it’s been pretty much the same. I work the QuickStop, I play hockey, I watch bad movies…” His eyes lit up. “Oh! I met the most gorgeous girl, Veronica, you’d love her. She’s smart and funny…”

“Your new girlfriend?” Bear gave no sign of jealousy or contempt for how quickly it seemed Dante had moved on.

“Yeah! Oh…” Dante rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Before he could make any comment about his and Bear’s relationship, Bear waved his hand dismissively.

“I’m not upset. I was the one who broke things off, after all. I’m happy for you and Veronica.” Bear then exhaled slowly as he looked toward the door. “Anyway, if you’re still here, I’m guessing good old ‘Scandal Graves’ is still right next door?”

Of course, at that moment, the door opened and he walked in. “Y’know, I just had the funniest feeling that somebody said my name over here, so I had to come make sure you weren’t masturbating with my name on your lips.”

“Wow, things really haven’t changed,” Bear mused at Randal’s quip.

“Hey, Randal,” Dante greeted his friend less than enthusiastically before placing a friendly hand on Bear’s shoulder. “You remember Bear?”

“Y’mean the chick that dressed like your dad?”

Dante instinctively moved to hold Bear’s hand to keep them from punching him. “Bear is not a chick. Bear is… well…”

“Bear,” they filled in for their ex. “But if it’s easier for your walnut-sized brain to understand, you can just think of me as a man who lost his penis in a very serious accident.”

Randal mock-startled. “Jesus Christ it’s standing right in front of me. How long has it been?”

“Three years,” Dante and Bear answered in unison.

“Certianly not enough time for either of you to have forgotten about me,” Bear huffed, then cleared his throat. “Well, I’m glad to see everything’s in perfect working order, even if I wasn’t around to be an overseer.”

“We should meet up sometime, when I’m not working,” Dante scrambled to say as Bear shuffled around Randal and toward the door. They looked back with a smile.

“Hey, don’t sound too eager, you’ll see me again. Where else can I get such quality goods as…” They opened their bag and pulled out the chip bag, which happened to be off-brand, “Torditos? But in all seriousness, that’d be nice. Take care, Dante… you too, Randal.” They added the last part reluctantly. The clerks waved them off, then turned to each other.

“Still got the hots for that thing?” Randal teased. Dante folded his arms.

“That’s not very funny, Randal, and I’m not going to talk to you if you’re going to keep disrespecting him like that.”

[shrimps4wimps]

Shout out to the AU in a fucking server over clerks but with Gen Z related problems (aka basically I just called this the “clerkZ” au)

It’s kind of a concept but like

there’s two new bestie employees who are like 18-22 maybe that technically takes “Randal and Dante’s” place 3 years after clerks 3 and Dante’s death, and Randal is their boss.

Randal is 100% a "you damn kids." gen xer boss lmao and Elias isn’t working at the quickstop no more since cryptokite somehow took off, though occasionally visits the quickstop.

One of them is a tech/youtube/streaming service enjoyer, almost always distracted on his phone in and out of his job saying “look at this funny fucking video I just watched”, and talks about the newest stuff who jokes about shit like “9/11” and calls jay a “Fuckin’ Tweaker.”

while the other loves nostalgia based shit like walkmans, physical medias, and thrifting, tries figuring out his motivation, yet gets fussy when someone does a TikTok dance in front of the counter when people are trying to get their groceries or if someone put firecrackers in the toilet.

And the usual stuff they do outside of work is play baseball, go to arcades, or do some stupid shit like exploring dead/abandoned malls from back then and record it.