#slushie = john wick

[theemployees]

@cupcakeslushie may the best one win 🤝✨

(art by @coyotecam edit by @disgracedghostprincess)

@tmntaucompetition

[decayanddesign]

If films are going to be 3+ hours long, we should really bring back intermissions

[attraz1one]

Hawk's Nest Lounge menu

Got no idea how many of these are real things. I'm gonna put question marks behind the ones I'm not sure I'm reading correctly, as parts of letters are missing.

I'll put the transcript under a readmore so this doesn't take up too much space.

BEER

Frozen Frisbee, Slick and Slurp, Litty Als?, Getrank?, Goofy Islands, Sad river, Hizzle Frizzle, Wonky Water, Loose Ooze, Snake Venom, Annie's Valley, John's Piss, Baiamazoo?, Lester Lash, Ice Cracker, Fruity Stuff.

WINE (these are all VERY ??? and pretty sure I'm seeing special characters)

Siaukastal Mousseux, Padange Sec, Blogrube Roszto, Ghuvel Gap Classique, Ueulbot Wandammia, Dassleolet Suss, Arrheemuns, Grojuma Edes, Wiesuralle Suss, Flargahlis Viejo

SHOTS

Whisky, Throat Pain, Loco Pyro, Body Shot, Jenever, Yeexer?, Headache, Lava Mountain, Head Shot, Trick Shot

RIMS

Smirking Tutu Sling, Wet Frenchman Grog, Putin's Whale Delight, Stay Woke Tickler on the Beach, Hot Ralie Flash?, Jasmine Blitz, Low Vengeance

TOP TEN

Cinnamon Dickens Stunner, 2. Flexin Fernando, 3. Exploding Diablo Slushie, 4. Screwy Monk Stieger?, 5. Cherry Red Hipster Spritz, 6. Hot Baller Zombie, 7. Salty Hawaiian Shandy, 8. Fuzzy Llama Cure, 9. Kilted Statesman G&T, 10. Mystic Hipsters Cure

SOFT

Amazing Rush, Fruity Snake, Vanillabean Sherry, Icy Puff, Honey Gloom, Grapefruit Shadow, Orange Bruiser, Blue Punch, Cool Thunder, Holy Tea, Lucky Lover, Sugary Siz

FOOD

Horseradish, Camembert Pancake, Steak and Fries, Cheeseburger, Coconut Vindaloo, Cheesecake, Hot Dog, Parmesan Panini, Squid Salad, Broccoli Pasta, Hamburger, Lasagna, Rabbit Stew, Pear Pudding, Chili Bread. Parsley Soup

BLACKOUT

Intoxicated Shoelace, Fearsome Forklift, Andy'r Angar?, Black Asian, Crazy Ex, Nuke 'n Puke, Bamboozle Oozle, Headhunter, Destruction, Danger Oil, Darkness, Instant Regret, Harry's Last Wish, Mash 'n Crash

COCKTAILS

Tonic Paradise, Evil Mead, Wicked Tremor, Green Breeze, Lemon License, Spirit Wish, Arctic Teaser, Pool Party, Peacan Riddle?, Winter Bear, Lemon Bliss, Flake Snake, Stale Sling, Dire Striker

[cognacdelights]

you give me problems [2]

the romantic tirades of indie routledge series masterlist

my outer banks masterlist

add yourself to my taglist

kathleen by catfish and the bottlemen

summary: during one of the hottest days of the summer, indie decides to taunt her brother’s best friend with a provocative performance involving an orange popsicle. 

warnings: implied sexual content. dirty talk. cursing.

She had perched herself on the battered, cedar wood steps of the porch - directly in his line of vision. A mischievous glint illuminated her wide doe eyes as they met with his for a brief, succinct moment, before he continued his conversation with her brother. The petite brunette was very much aware that her perfectly positioned, bikini-clad body remained in his line of sight; the tattered and torn camping chair - which he had claimed as his thrown several months prior - faced her almost front on. With a playful grin gracing her make-up-less complexion, she brought the orange-flavoured popsicle to her lips, a sinfully brilliant scheme echoing through her twisted mind.

At first, he didn’t pay her much attention - assuming that she was using the fruity, frozen snack as a means of cooling down her rising temperature. After all, it was a necessary commodity during the peak of the summer months. Thermometers across the subtropical, Mid-Atlantic paradise had reached well above thirty degrees celsius over the last several days, and there was no expectation of an Arctic weather front dominating the heavens any time soon. However, as his unsuspecting, cerulean eyes wandered the familiar, mundane scene before him, they couldn’t resist diverting themselves back to the sun-drenched vixen.

With her dark, salacious eyes concentrated purely on him, her tongue leisurely circled itself around the tip of the fruit juice popsicle. The motion itself was painfully slow, allowing her taste buds to thoroughly indulge themselves in the tangy, citrus juices that liquified under the pleasant warmth of her tongue. A devilishly angelic smirk etched itself into her roseate features, before continuing her performance. Taking the very tip of the popsicle into her mouth, she began to suck lightly, running her tongue along the circumference to remove the slushied ice in the process.

She could feel his acute, searing gaze on her, scorching her exposed skin as it glimmered ever so slightly under the relentless ultraviolet rays from above. The rugged, blonde-haired boy shifted his weight around in the beer-stained camping chair, bringing the half-consumed bottle of Heineken up to his lips in a half-hearted attempt to disguise his discomfort. Of course, if anybody were to question him on the subject, he would never admit to viewing his best friend’s sister in such an alluring, sensual light because, well, she was his best friend’s sister; there was an unwritten rule that adamantly declared that sisters - both older and younger - were most definitely off limits. And he knew this, all too well - yet he couldn’t tear his enraptured gaze from that damn popsicle.

Teasingly, the audacious girl ran her tongue in one continuous, gradual stripe down the length of the popsicle, until she encountered the unpleasant, earthy taste of the sodden, wooden stick. She cocked her head to the side, almost innocently, as her taunting eyes flickered upwards - confirming that she still held the raucous blonde’s full, undivided attention. As his yearning, indigo eyes bore attentively into hers, she took the span of the melting ice block into her mouth. Once again, the movement was languid and sultry; it was a precarious manoeuvre, especially considering that her older brother, John B, and the remaining members of the self-appointed Pogues were seated just several feet away in the matching polka dot deck chairs that they had borrowed from the neighbours.

The cold, chilling sensation of the ice touching against the back of her throat sent invigorating pulses of energy through her scantily clad silhouette. Continuing to push the popsicle further inside her salivating mouth, she allowed the orange-infused ice to force it’s way down her trachea until she had completely devoured the entire thing. Steadying herself, she denied the raspy gagging sounded that was desperate to surpass her juice-coated lips the satisfaction - internally silencing it. Not only did she want to prove that she could handle it, but she was cautious of alerting the three other Pogues to her seductive escapade. Retrieving the citrus-flavoured ice stick from her throat, her movements remained slow and sensual as a stray droplet of fruit juice meandered down her chin.

Her tongue began to trail nonchalant, lascivious circles around the length of the popsicle, savouring the sour, tangy juices. His clammy, bear-like hand grasped the beer bottle tighter as he fought with all his might to suppress the fervent, inflamed sensation that had gradually overwhelmed his toned, athletic body. Involuntarily chewing on the already chapped skin of his bottom lip, his clouded, hazy eyes hovered over Kiara, his head nodding in agreement along to her impassioned rant as he feigned interest in her words. However, only a meager few seconds had passed before he found himself devouring the unholy sight of the golden-complexioned temptress once again.

His eager, cobalt eyes observed intently as she proceeded to take the fruit-flavoured ice pop into her juice-stained mouth for the second time, valiantly sucking on the bittersweet juices before retrieving the melting popsicle from the cavities of her cheeks. It was an achingly languid cycle; in and out, in and out, in and out. A low, lustful growl clawed desperately at the back of his throat - craving to be released into the fresh, salt-laced air that surrounded him. With his hardening dick beginning to press against the tight constraints of his patterned swimming shorts, he couldn’t resist her suggestive, raunchy taunts much longer and stood from his dirt-covered camping chair.

“Where are you going?” Kiara questioned his sudden movements - her dark, feathery eyebrows knitting themselves together into a inquisitive frown. She brought the green-tinted bottle up to her lips as she took a swig of the cheap, bitter-tasting beer, as she waited expectantly for his response. Her murky, sable eyes followed his chiselled, sun-kissed silhouette as he waded through the pile of discarded, empty beer bottles and cans - making his way towards the porch steps.

“I gotta wring it out,” he answered with a casual shrug of his shoulders - his lust-filled, cerulean eyes avoiding hers at all costs. Although he deployed his most convincing, mundane voice, his perjurious words rolled off his tongue with a subtle uneasiness detectable in his inflections. The slight waver in his gruff, raspy tone would be his downfall, which was why the scruffy-haired blonde had opted for as little words as he could manage; the less words he uttered, the less chance of detection. The less chance he had of gravely violating his eight year long friendship with the wavy-haired, brunette boy he had come to love as a brother.

The parched, dried-out grass crunched under the pressure of his scuffed, workman-style boots as he neared the sprightly girl residing on the uneven porch steps. With her wicked, flirtatious eyes fixated on him, she continued her slow and sensuous assault on the fruit-flavoured ice block - forcing the tangy popsicle to hit against the back of her throat as she, once again, swallowed the diminishing span. His halted in his tracks, crouching down so that his ravenous, indigo eyes were level with hers. They bore resentfully deep into hers as his tongue lasciviously traced itself across the chewed-up line of his bottom lip.

Leisurely, she pulled the orange-infused popsicle from the depths of her throat as a saintly, mischievous smirk dancing its way across her blemishless complexion - tugging the corners of her rose-tinted lips upwards. Her peach-toned lips were swollen from the exaggerated contact with the contrasting, cold snack, and stained with the glistening, fruit-infused nectar. With her fingers still clenched around the saturated, wooden stick, and drenched in the sticky, citrus juices, she tilted the remains of the orange-flavoured popsicle towards the defeated blonde, “want a lick?” Her voice exuded innocence, yet still carried sultry, velvet undertones. She knew damn well that she was coaxing him further towards the edge - and she was basking in every second of his sexual torture.

Tenderly, he brushed his calloused thumb over the delicate skin of her chin, wiping away the wandering trail of fruit juice, “behave.” His usually playful, light-hearted tone was stern and demanding as he brought his thumb up to his thin, chapped lips. Dragging his tongue across his juice-soaked thumb, he lapped up the pleasantly zesty syrup, before continuing to make his way towards the Chateau’s entrance. His footsteps were heavy and lumbering as they ascended up the several uneven stairs - however, he had merely reached the vicinity of the open doorway when she spoke again.

“Say that again, but with your hand around my throat,” the words flowed so casually from her swollen mouth, yet her tone reflected yearning and desire.

“What was that?” he challenged her coarse, suggestive words as his loud, burly footsteps came to an immediate halt. His untamed eyebrows raised out of pure awe, despite his unsettled expression being out of her sight - her salacious demands catching him completely off guard. The shaggy-haired blonde kept his back to her, refusing to allow her the satisfaction of witnessing his now quite obvious erection as it left a visible imprint against his swimming shorts.

“I said,” she peered over her exposed shoulder, her voice sugary and honey-like as a chaste, holy grin etched itself into her sun-soaked features, “it’s a nice day, we should go out on the boat.” From his toned, well-worked back muscles peeking through his off-white t-shirt, to the loose clenching of his meaty, ring-clad fingers - her insatiable, corrosive eyes scrutinised every inch of his slim physique.

“That’s what I thought,” he replied plainly, before disappearing through the abundance of clutter - into the bathroom.

[oswaldsleftbicep]

May I request movie night 2 with Noel, Rick and Lucas?

movie night with noel, ricardo, & lucas

i got this done so quickaksjd also the reader is mentioned but this can be read in a platonic light

genre: fluff, crack

cw: none

Noel

❧ ok so when he sees a tv he's so confused, like even if you thoroughly explain how tvs and movies work mans is still gonna be absolutely baffled and honestly me too

❧ pictures that move?? and sound comes out of it?? wack

❧ when he watches movies he's content to just sit and watch, but he also really likes munching on some candies or eating a meal, like y'all would have dinner and a movie

❧ after he gets a feel for the selection of movies that are out there, i feel like he'd prefer more milder ones over the violent, action packed films

❧ he'd like disney or dreamworks or ghibli movies; they're fun and got good music, valuable lessons, and pretty art. he also likes them because they let him tap into his inner child, which is good for him since he kinda lost his childhood

❧ he doesn't get scared by horror movies and he won't judge you for clinging onto him if you get jumpscared

❧ if you get him to watch dramas it's so funny because he gets confused like, doesn't that guy realize she was just hugging her relative?? why are they just standing in the rain, they'll get sick?? doesn't she realize this is all a misunderstanding??

Ricardo

❧ so when this guy sees a tv he doesn't bother asking how it works, he just sees that you can watch pictures move and hear people talk and you can fast forward and rewind, it's great

❧ he is absolutely a snacker when he watches, he's gotta have candy and popcorn and a drink. take him to a cinema and he'll for sure get a slushy

❧ actually don't take him to the cinema, he'd be disrupting everything and put his feet up on the seat in front of him and accidentally kick someone's head

❧ he loves action movies, it's gotta be full of violence and fighting and guns, like john wick or deadpool or joker

❧ he also loves horror movies, would absolutely insist on watching every movie on the horror iceberg iykyk and probably vibes a little too much with the saw franchise. if you get scared by any of those he'll laugh at you, sorry :/

❧ i could also see him liking the straight man comedies that lucia likes, like stepbrothers or neighbors

❧ i feel like he would get mad when people spoil the plots to movies, but he'd also do the same to people just for fun

Lucas

❧ when you show him a tv he kinda figures out how it could work and when you go to explain it to him he gets the concept really fast

❧ he's more of a tea and cookies kinda guy when watching a movie but it certainly isn't rare for the two of you to eat takeout while watching

❧ would not want to be taken to a cinema, they're just so gross and nasty, always sticky and who knows what people be doing in there

❧ loves ghibli, specifically howl's moving castle. y'all saw that one coming, c'mon. i feel like he'd also really like charlie/willy wonka and the chocolate factory, i just think he could get down with wonka's vibes

❧ other than that, his taste in movies is really weird. like he enjoys watching obscure movies where you have to analyze what happens and the plot is kinda confusing, like a24's a ghost story, actually any of the a24 movies although he isn't big on horror

❧ he's also like movies solely for the aesthetic appeal and the cinematography. like it could be the worst plot in the history of movies but if it's pretty he likes it, like la la land

[yourdeepestfathoms]

just an original story snippet because that anon i got yesterday flattered me (and because i love my girls and my idea)

  “The moon will fall February 17th, 4350--”

  “Oh dear. THAT’S an embarrassing situation to be in. Better take the long way to class to avoid that--”

  “The sun will explode way before then, but I can’t see when it’s too blurry too blurry can’t see further--”

  “MY PARENTS ARE GETTING ME A PUPPY?! Oh shoot. I just ruined the surprise--”

  “A plague will come. A plague will come. A plague will come--”

  “I know the answers to the exam and my peers don’t, hehe--”

  “I know when my mother will die, but I don’t know how to save her. I can’t save her. When I try to save her, she dies--”

There are hundreds of voices in this room. Hundreds of people talking over each other, rambling silly teenage thoughts and dark prophets of the future, babbling and gibbering and chattering like noisy jungle birds. Listen to what I have to say, they whisper. Listen to what I Saw. But they aren’t listened to, no one listens, so they keep shouting over each other until it’s a din of conflicting comments and arguments.

The weird thing is, though...the voices didn’t come from any person. The only people in the room were Lee and Keaton, behind one of the doors, and Michael, wearing an old, ripped trench coat and pacing between two tables covered in wicked-looking knives, scissors in various sizes of huge, and wrinkled papers filled to the brim with information. None of them were speaking.

  “I should warn Olivia to not try out for the school musical, she’s just going to embarrass herself--”

Keaton began to tremble against Lee’s side. Her eyes are wide and glazed with terror. Lee followed her gaze, tilting ever so slightly around the door so she could see more inside, and froze.

Nearly-depleted bulbs cast dim, horror movie-like lighting across polished wooden shelves and carved out cubbyholes, and the jars full of disembodied tongues that hold them. The muscular remains of finished lives howl and thrash, repeating themselves ad infinitum, slapping the glass walls of their confines until they clank and jiggle. The stench of it is thick and ripe. A choir of dead voices vying for attention.

Lee nearly vomited. Keaton trembled harder, and she can see tears glinting in her multicolored eyes. How many times has she seen this scene in her visions? Could she still hear their thoughts without a brain to read from?

  “Oh, that’s it!!!” Michael suddenly roared. Lee flinched, but tightened her muscles to keep from hitting anything in her surprise. “Shut it!!”

He reared around to glower at a particularly rowdy group of tongues that were writhing so violently that their jars were about to topple right over. They don’t obey his command, they can’t, and continue to speak: “I make the team in soccer?! Oh my god--” “Mom and dad are getting a divorce--” “The fire alarm on Thursday won’t be a drill--” “John F. Kennedy will be shot on November 22, 1963--”

That last comment from a spongy, paler tongue on the top row of jars. It does damage to itself as it threw itself against aged glass.

  “Just take a breath, Michael,” Michael began to mutter to himself. He rubbed his temples with his middle and index finger. “It’ll all be worth it. This will all pay off soon. Just focus.”

  “DAVID IS CHEATING ON JESSIE?! OH THAT GODDAMN BITC--”

  “I can’t take this!!” Michael stormed out the door, his long trench coat fluttering darkly behind him like the wings of a black moth. Lee and Keaton wait for a minute, with Keaton confirming that he wasn’t coming back by listening to his receding thoughts, and then crept out into the room.

The smell was so much worse inside, like a mix of fresh rot and week-old decay. There was a certain humidity in the room, too, most likely to preserve the tongues, and it made the odor that much worse. Lee tried to breathe through her mouth, but the air was so thick with stench that she could taste decomposition on her tongue. She careened sharply to the left and vomited into a small black trash can- the most normal thing in the entire place.

  “Well,” She breathed out shakily. “He’s probably going to notice this.” She set the trash can down tentatively and turned to Keaton with a wry smile. “Is there any way that you could rewind to before we enter and warn me to NOT breathe through my mouth?”

Keaton didn’t answer. 

She’s staring intently at the wall of jars. Her cropped, coppery hair has gone all tufty and frizzy, as though the relentless noise around her has made it stand on end. She kept clenching and unclenching her fists like she thought this just was a bad dream or vision she could claw herself out of. But it was very, very real. And the next ear-piercing prophecy proved that.

  “I’M ADOPTED?! AND MOM AND DAD ARE GOING TO TELL ME AT THE CHRISTMAS PARTY?! ARE YOU SERIOUS--”

  “I didn’t know.” 

The whisper was mute beneath the din of cries. Lee moved closer to hear her young companion better, but didn’t ask her to repeat herself. Keaton looked up at her with terror in her eyes.

  “I didn’t know about this.” She said. “I didn’t see it.”

  “Ever?” Lee asked. “Not once?”

  “Not once,” Keaton confirmed. Her voice is painfully tight and she looked like she was about to spiral into a panic attack. “I didn’t know...”

She stepped forward slowly, cautiously, like she thought the tongues may suddenly grow bodies and attack her. She gently picked up a jar that held a soft pink tongue with a blue blemish over the bumpy expanse of taste buds, remnants of a blueberry slushy. It did wild flips in its confinements, fresh and sinewy as eels, squawking out things about boys her bad-at-love best friend was crushing on, but then went still when raised. It now sat silently at the bottom of the jar with its tip flicking patiently like the tail of a slithering snake.

  “I didn’t know her,” Keaton whispered. She really is shaking- the jar is being rattled so badly that Lee was afraid that she might drop it or it may completely shatter. Her sun-moon eyes are hazy with tears on the reflection against the glass.

Lee crept closer and peered over her shoulder. The tongue flicked its tip again, like it was addressing that she was there, that it knew who she was and it could spit out prophecies about her at any moment. At the top of its jar winked a small gold plaque that read: Hayley Grace Ross | Age: 17 | Best known for: Visions of an alternate universe where time runs backwards | Death: January 13, 2019 |

  “I didn’t know any of them.” Keaton choked out. She’s crying, now. She gently cradled the jar close to her chest with a haunted expression and the tongue inside squirmed its way against the glass like it was returning the embrace in a strange, but sad postmortem, disembodied way.

Lee gave her a saddened expression. She’s gotten quite good at comforting Keaton, but she knew not to pry right now. Not when she was so obviously shaken by this.

She turned, wanting to give the girl some space, and saw a jar on one of the several tables. It’s decorated, unlike the others, swathed with sparkling threads of silver and gold around the lid and studded with small sun and moon pendants. She picked it up and read the plaque, which looked like it had been recently shined: Keaton Morgan Fox | Age: 15 | Best known for: Very specific and clear visions into the future, perfected mind reading, time loops | Death: N/A |

It was empty.

There was no death date.

  “Beware the one born of the sun and the moon,” Whispered a wrinkly old tongue with cracks over its surface. “Seething with darkness and sparkling with anger.”

  “Awakened from the blood of an unwanted womb,” Chimed in another tongue that was missing taste buds. 

  “And drenched in the carnage of the futures she hides.” Murmured a third.

  “Beware the one born of the sun and the moon,” Said all the tongues together. “With too many secrets and too many eyes.”

Lee shuddered and turned to Keaton, finally realizing why she was so distraught.

They were standing in a room full of the severed tongues of murdered Seers. 

She was surrounded by her own kind, dead and trapped forever.

[keanureevesisbae]

Keanu Asks: 5, 7, 12, and 14? 😊

5: Drinking Bourbon with John Wick at the Continental or slurping down slushies with Ted “Theodore” Logan outside the circle K?

Drinking Bourbon with John Wick, before we go to his hotelroom 😏

7: If you could spend one night with any Keanu character, who would it be and what would you do?

This was the first movie I ever saw with Keanu Reeves and this was the first Keanu Reeves character I crushed on 

12: Red pill or Blue Pill?

Red 

14: If Immortal Keanu Reeves™ asked you to life a life of immortality with him, but said you could never contact your friends or family again, would you accept his offer or run for the hills?

Oh my God! What kind of dilemma is this? My first initial reaction was accept his offer and for some reason I think my mom would force me to go with him, because otherwise I would make her go crazy, because I’d mention not being able to live a life of immortality with Keanu Reeves every single day with regret 😂 

But there is a 99.9% chance I’d chicken out and run for the hills

Thanks love for the questions. 

This was fun hahaha

[cinnamonkeanu]

for keanu asks- 5, 16, 19, and 27 🥰 (it’s yo girl keanusreefs on main!)

Thanks girl!!! 😘

5: Drinking Bourbon with John Wick at the Continental or slurping down slushies with Ted “Theodore” Logan outside the circle K?

Oof, that’s a toughie. I absolutely adore Ted, but visiting The Continental would be too amazing of an opportunity to miss, so I’d have to go with drinks with John! 😉

16: Things you associate with Keanu?

Warm sunshine, soft, fluffy, and sweet cinnamon rolls, motorcycles, a Pacific sunset seascape fading from a deep blue into bright orange, the words “Excellent”, “Breathtaking”, and “John”.

19: Long Hair Keanu™ or Short Hair Keanu?

He’s so stunning with both 😍 but I’ve got a soft spot for the long hair!

27: Jam Sessions in Gus Van Sant’s House during the early ‘90s with Keanu and River or touring the world with Dogstar in the late ‘90s?

I would love to tour the world with Dogstar in the late ‘90s!! Traveling the world and going to shows every night sounds so fun.

[neooyokio1]

tabby, paw, collar, russian blue, tail

tabby- do you have any weird/hidden/obscure talents?

UM idk i know how to sail? not sure if that is really an obscure talent though. OH also i can mimick and memorize other peoples’ handwriting which is cool

paw- what movie could you watch 1000 times and not get bored of?

uhhhhh hmm i think ive seen spirited away that many times... or maybe john wick i think in the summer i watched the second one 3 times of the course of 2 weeks

collar- do you have a nickname? (what is it?) do you give other people nicknames? (what are they?)

people call me riz and you also call me risotto... fortunately i’ve never been called dyl i think i would hate that. most of the times the nicknames i get are fictional character names?? usually there’s a certain event that sets it off or just because it’s funny (you do this too you come onto my blog and call me dio smh..) i don’t really give people nicknames that much idk!

russian blue- what would you describe your aesthetic/style as?

AUGH. well i have no idea. i love beach shirts and dumb shirts (or hats) and aside from that most of my clothes are black (and like half is band merch). i couldn’t really describe it in a word but it’s a bit of a mess :]

tail- order these drinks from best to worst: energy drinks, slushies, smoothies, juice, tea, milkshakes, hot cocoa, coffee, water, soda

tea, milkshakes, smoothies, hot cocoa, soda, juice, coffee, slushies, energy drinks, water (i like all really and also this is just by taste... water tastes fine and i drink it but like. boring)

cat themed asks

[atlanticcanada]

Powerful winds, blowing snow make for treacherous morning commute in N.L.

It will be a difficult morning commute for those in Newfoundland and Labrador with numerous school closures, bus cancellations, and road closures due to a wicked winter storm making its way across the province.

Environment Canada has issued blowing snow advisories for the central and Avalon regions of the island part of the province with the western portion under wind and winter storm warnings.

The weather agency warned that 10 to 15 cm of snow is expected in the St. John’s area with some areas of the province receiving even more Friday morning and into the evening. To accompany the snow, wind gusts of 60 to 80 km/h are possible with even stronger gusts of 110 to 130 km/h along parts of the west coast.

“Fresh snowfall will combine with strong easterly winds to produce poor visibility in blowing snow, especially during the morning commute,” the advisory read. “Travel is expected to be hazardous due to reduced visibility in some locations. Visibility may be significantly and suddenly reduced to near zero.”

According to the weather agency’s website, blowing snow advisories are issued when winds are expected to create blowing snow giving poor visibility to 800 metres or less for at least three hours.

The storm is already wreaking havoc on some roads with the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary reporting that poor visibility and blowing snow is making for unsafe driving conditions Friday morning.

The provincial police service said the Trans-Canada Highway (TCH) was closed westbound, beginning at the Irving in St. John’s because of the wintry weather.

The province’s transportation department noted that many sections of the TCH were snow-covered with drifting snow and slushy patches early Friday morning.

The section of the TCH to Witless Bay Line was noted on the department’s list of road conditions as particularly dangerous with icy patches, slushy patches, drifting snow, and poor visibility.

One motorist shared a video of the blustery snow outside her vehicle on the TCH near Witless Bay Line with the warning: “Stay off the TCH if possible!!”

Tch by witless bay line about an hour ago. Stay off the TCH if possible!! #nlwx #nltraffic pic.twitter.com/qhexwQk2B5

— Sabrina (@sabrinaneil12) February 28, 2020

Another driver, Amanda Parrell, posted on Twitter that she witnessed whiteout conditions and many vehicles stopped on the westbound TCH near Witless Bay Line.

“PLEASE DRIVE SLOW GIVE YOURSELF DISTANCE. It’s a whiteout and cars are stopped. People are coming up behind us slamming on brakes and sliding,” she tweeted on Friday morning.

Okay just came upon an stop westbound on TCH just after witless bay turn off.. cars everywhere ‍♀️ #nltraffic pic.twitter.com/RzVZ5TvchX

— Amanda Parrell (@amandamparrell) February 28, 2020

Parrell also said she saw a car stuck in a drift on the westbound TCH during her morning drive.

“The TCH is CHAOS everywhere from when I got on in Holyrood until St. John’s, cars stuck everywhere, accidents everywhere. If you absolutely have to travel please be careful,” she warned.

To reduce the number of vehicles on the roads, many schools across Newfoundland and Labrador were closed or opening later in the.

At St. John’s International Airport, a number of flights were delayed from departing or cancelled Friday morning.

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/2Vxh4lo

[johnfuckingwick]

11, 2 and 5 for the Keanu asks, my dude.

11: Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure or Bogus Journey?

Definitely Excellent Adventure, idk Bogus Journey didn’t really feel the same to me.

2: Keanu: Dad™, Daddy, Bae, or Best Bud?

I think that Keanu would be great to have as any of these and honestly it all depends on my mood and how I see Keanu at the moment so because last time I answered Daddy Keanu, today I’ll go with Bae Keanu 💖 like imagine going on the cutest dates together and just doing the simplest things like laying down watching his favorite movies or something cutesy like that..💞

5: Drinking Bourbon with John Wick at the Continental or slurping down slushies with Ted “Theodore” Logan outside the circle K?

Last time I answered bourbon with Wick because I wanted to see Jardani finally take a moment to relax and I still stand with my answer BUT I’m in the mood for a slushee and I feel like if I hung out with Ted I’d just spend the entire time giggling and right now that’s what I need. A slushie and a good time with Ted “Theodore” Logan 🤘🏼

Thanks for sending these in 🥰

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Keanu-Centric Ask Game -- #5

5. Drinking Bourbon with John Wick at the Continental or slurping down slushies with Ted “Theodore” Logan outside the Circle K?

Ohhh my goodness I love Ted and slushies, but I gotta go with my man John Wick...only because I like a man that can throw me around a bit LMFAOOO I’d take either though tbh

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5, 8, 19!

5: Drinking Bourbon with John Wick at the Continental or slurping down slushies with Ted “Theodore” Logan outside the circle K?

I’d hang with Bogus Journey Ted, because he’s less in need of Adult Supervision than Excellent Adventure Ted, so we could just kick back and chill. John Wick just has way too much going on with him. Also slushies are great.

8: Immortal Keanu or Vampire Keanu?

Vampire Keanu because I have a neck he needs to bite ASAP. I’ll wait for him, though. My unblemished neck will always be here waiting for him

I answered 19 here.

Thanks for the asks! I love these!

Keanu Ask Game

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   1: If you could travel back in time with Bill & Ted, where would you want to go?

VE Day 1945 in Time's Square, New York. It was a hell of a party, Bill and Ted would love it.

   2: Keanu: Dad™, Daddy, Bae, or Best Bud?

Best Bud (because I still hate the word “bae”.)

   3: Neo or John Wick?

John Wick. I do not want to be stuck in the Matrix or Zion. There's real food and daylight in John's world.

   4: Surfing with Johnny Utah or riding a bus with Jack Traven?

Earnest nice guy Jack Traven.

   5: Drinking Bourbon with John Wick at the Continental or slurping down slushies with Ted “Theodore” Logan outside the circle K?

I'll take slurping down slushies with John Wick. I hate bourbon and John is a gentleman - if his guest wants a slushie, he probably wouldn't object.

   6: Hunting demons with John Constantine or fighting the matrix with Neo?

John Constantine. The Matrix was an amazing movie, but I would not want to be in that world.

   7: If you could spend one night with any Keanu character, who would it be and what would you do?

Dr. Julian Mercer. Let's go to dinner.

   8: Immortal Keanu or Vampire Keanu?

Immortal Keanu.

   9: Toss around a football with Shane Falco or a baseball with Conor O’Neil?

Baseball, because at least I understand the rules of the game. Mostly.

   10: You twist your ankles tripping on your untied shoelaces. Luckily there’s a a very attractive Doctor standing nearby. which Doctor played by Keanu would you want to rush to your aide? - Dr. Julian Mercer or Dr. Beckham?

Mercer.

   11: Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure or Bogus Journey?

Excellent Adventure.

   12: Red pill or Blue Pill?

Whichever one you take that makes you wake up in your bed and realize that, thank whatever gods may be, you are not stuck in a post-apocalyptic waste land, you just watched The Matrix before bed.

   13: Favorite villain baddie played by Keanu?

Tom Ludlow, the dirty cop.

   14: If Immortal Keanu Reeves™ asked you to life a life of immortality with him, but said you could never contact your friends or family again, would you accept his offer or run for the hills?

Accept. Nobody would miss me much.

   15: Three Keanu movies you haven’t seen?

The Night Before, Brotherhood of Justice, Knock Knock.

   16: Things you associate with Keanu?

Motorcycles, long dark hair, leather jackets, wine, blue jeans, boots.

   17: If you could tell Keanu/any character he’s played whatever you wanted, what would it be?

I'd tell Keanu he's a sweetheart and I love him, but he needs to stop doing crappy indie movies, because the indies aren't what they used to be in the 90s.

   18: Favorite Keanu Movies from the ‘80s?

River's Edge, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, Parenthood.

   19: Long Hair Keanu™ or Short Hair Keanu?

Long hair. Silky, soft, wavy, dark, glossy long hair.

   20: Keanu with his Pimp Mustache or his John Wick Beard?

Beard.

   21: Which song do you better imagine Keanu walking towards you in slow motion, surrounded by smoke from a smoke machine, about to kiss you? A) In The Air Tonight; B) Take My Breath Away; C) I Want To Know What Love Is; D) True; E) Careless Whisper; ?

All I Want Is You, by U2

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5, 7, 8, 21, 24, 28, 32 😉

5: Drinking Bourbon with John Wick at the Continental or slurping down slushies with Ted “Theodore” Logan outside the circle K?

Oh man! I love, love J.W, but I’m not really a drinker and I don’t really enjoy crowded bar type places. (I do, however, enjoy the occasional glass of wine or champagne though… in quiet settings.) So, maybe I could just sit back in a pretty gown and take small sips of Moet from a fancy glass as I admire how gorgeous J.W is.

That’s not really me though… 

So, the true Happy Place™ would probably be with Ted, chatting about bands and movies, laughing, with a blue slushy in hand. Both him and Bill by my side as we star gaze on the curb of Circle K, totally loitering and enjoying a most excellent summer night.

7: If you could spend one night with any Keanu character, who would it be and what would you do?

~Catch me hanging out with J.W and forcing him to do non assassin-y things for the night! Running around museums, strolling down the boardwalk, catching a film in the theatre, sharing ice cream cones, petting puppies (and by puppies, i mean like every dog we see), lazing around on the couch and cuddling while we watch a silly movie in pajama’s. 

Something, anything, to help him lighten up and finally enjoy retirement.

8: Immortal Keanu or Vampire Keanu?

Immortal Keanu, because I don’t think I’d be as frightened of him. 

Vampire Keanu, as intriguing a concept as he is, is still slightly terrifying.

Also, for as much as I love the night, I can’t imagine someone having to live the rest of their life without ever being able to see daylight again or feel the warmth of the sun on their skin.

21: Which song do you better imagine Keanu walking towards you in slow motion, surrounded by smoke from a smoke machine, about to kiss you? A) In The Air Tonight; B) Take My Breath Away; C) I Want To Know What Love Is; D) True; E) Careless Whisper; ?

Weird things about being the OP of this ask game: my answers are pretty much already unintentionally encoded in most of the questions. 

(The choices for this specific question are literally just my most favorite to least favorite options).

Which makes, A) In the Air Tonight, the ultimate fave.

Although, I do have this really weird reoccurring fantasy of slow dancing with Keanu to “True” in an 80s prom type of setting?????? But more like a high school reunion than an actual school dance?? It’s weird, but also oddly cute.

24: Keanu comes down your chimney one Christmas night, presumably covering a shift for Santa, what gifts does he bring you?

Okay, as if THAT in it’s self isn’t the greatest gift ever??

I feel like the only gift I might want from him at that point would be for him to stay a while longer, if he could.

Maybe I would ask him to sit down so we could have a nice conversation by the fire over cookies and some warm beverages. Maybe discuss some books we’ve read recently or exchange life stories and wisdom. 

28: Favorite thing about Keanu?

Keanu is honestly the person I probably look up to the most. I know I joke about the whole “What would Keanu Do?,” thing a lot.. but most of the time it’s actually what I ask myself when I’m not sure what to do. 

As someone whose been through a lot of weirdly similar things as Keanu, and lost a lot of people I really love, I’ve always just related to him and found a sense of comfort in his strength and kindness (especially when in regards to handling what he’s been through). 

I’ve always been a pretty sensitive soul. Especially when faced with hurt surrounding me. I’m too easily lost to my despair when I think about life/the world in general. I think, because there is that awareness that a lot of times things/people are very cruel (as well as unfair) for no known reason. 

So, just being able to see that Keanu hasn’t let all the sadness and tragedy absolutely devastate or destroy him is something really beautiful. 

His life is sort of like this softly glowing symbol of hope for me.  

32: Three songs that remind you of Keanu or a character he’s played?

Keanu: i. in time - robbi rob; ii. stranger things have happened — foo fighters; iii. ordinary world - duran duran (mostly just the chorus/the instrumental).

J.W: i made an actual playlist. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

can be found, (here)

Thanks for the questions! All my love & good vibes.

-Shayna.