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#(it's juice and root beer)
egophiliac · 6 months
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Hi! i love your art! And I'm curious about something: what do you think of the staff? And which is your favorite?
thank you! ❤️❤️❤️ I LOVE the staff, I wish we got to see more of them -- every once in a while we'll get a little side bit of them interacting with each other and it's always SO good. (for that and more proof that EHN is the best event, see: the teachers trying to hold their own Halloween party without Crowley noticing because they don't want to invite him. why was this one scene and not a long-spanning subplot like it deserved to be. we were robbed.)
I have probably made it pretty obvious which of the staff is my favorite, because I love characters who are huge morons who couldn't read a room if they had industrial-strength prescription glasses:
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but I'm pretty fond of all of them! it takes a certain kind of person to work at NRC for more than five minutes. though I do think Trein is probably my second favorite? he LOVES his cat! he LOVES his wife! he LOVES history even though he is fed up with these teens and their wacky misadventures! also, I really want to hear the rest of his saucy makeout story. talk about dangling plot threads. 😔
genuinely we need more staff interactions in canon, there is so much untapped hilarity there I CAN FEEL IT
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autisticchangeling · 1 year
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I keep seeing people talk about how they hate root beer or how most people don't like root beer and it was silly that they had it in deep space nine.
I happen to really like root beer, it's one of my favorite types of pop (others are sprite and ginger beer, though that was an acquired taste), and I'm curious if it's really that uncommon to like it. It seems like a reasonably common drink in my province.
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holishkes · 2 years
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Elim Garak Personal Information
Star Trek Monthly, May 1996
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bo-bo-bean · 8 months
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rainbowsylvie · 11 months
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What oc would make the most absurd drink mixes known to man only for it to be an absolute banger
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unusualsims · 8 months
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my mom was laughing at me for meticulously choosing everyone's drinks whenever I do cafeteria scenes
actually, it's crucial to the story that max is a monster guy and lucas is a sprite guy smdh 🙄
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lovelesslittleloser · 9 months
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I hope that when a cannibal kills me and starts eating my body they find out my blood is root beer flavored
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famewolf · 1 year
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honestly, shout out to arizona tea
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Coughing n hacking drinking root beer flavored kombucha rn
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cowgirlbeepboops · 1 year
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carbonated drinks my hated
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thetabbybadger · 9 months
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So like, would whipped cream vodka with root beer be a delicious treat reminiscent of a root beer float or would it be disgusting? 🤔
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liquidisedfrogs · 9 months
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Y'all I tried root beer for the first time and holy shit that stuff is literally cowboy juice. It literally tastes like red dead redemption in a drink.
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noiivvern · 1 year
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I think I just accidentally made a fucked up yogurt drink
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nepja · 2 years
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At <40 mg/dl, I think normally the patient would likely not be ...coherent? Able to think at all?
At least, that's the feeling I get from the reactions to this.
I honestly just feel hungry and kinda cold.
And really grumpy, especially since my mouth always goes numb when I'm this low.
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chartreuxcatz · 2 years
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I HEARD THERE WAS ROOT BEER-
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There’s ALWAYS root beer. And for you, my friend, it is on the house!!!
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starfxkr · 3 months
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if you were to ask jj what’s his favorite place on earth he would say your bedroom. and not on some horny shit either (even though thats a factor), but hes never slept so soundly as he did in your bed. your house was always quiet—peaceful; just you and your mom and your shitty old cat who spent her time sunbating on one of your old shirts or begging jj to pet her.
he would say the best thing was how comfortable your bed was, you hated a firm mattress and slept with a soft pillowtop you managed to snag from your kook cousin. you only ever slept with one of 3 fitted sheets (tinkerbell, betty boop, and cartoon cats: all hand me downs from older cousins) and the blanket your grandma crocheted for you when you were five, well worn and fluffy from age. despite all of the pillows and stuffed animals he never felt crowded, it was like sleeping in a little cocoon you made. sure, you both ran so hot and that mean old cat loved to sleep snug between yall so you woke up drenched in sweat but the window stayed cracked all year and you slept practically naked so it was never a bother, in fact you liked the feeling of his sweat soaked back against your lips. and he liked the way your nose whistles when you were in a deep sleep.
or maybe he would say it was the comforting smell of your room. it always smelled of sandalwood incense because you hated how candles never lasted long and spray freshener made you sick. there was an ever present scent of your mango scented lotion that somehow mixed perfectly with the licorice scent of your perfume that made it smell like a root beer float. your mom was always cooking and it wafted up into your room in a way that made it smell like a home.
he loved how cluttered it always was, clothes and books and makeup always on the floor. humidifier constantly spewing out mist making everything kinda humid. a cup of water or juice always on your nightstand, the organized chaos of your many miscellaneous collections on your vanity that was covered in smears of lipstick and blush and eyeliner from years of experimentation. the few times you deep cleaned he felt like the air was sucked outta him, the smell of pinesol pushed the smell of you out in a way that made his skin crawl. its gotten to a point where he lights the incense for you.
when the sun set, it hit you perfectly —bathing you in a golden light in a way that made you shimmer. youd be fucked out and half asleep on those threadbare sheets. it made his heart ache. he never knew be could love so much.
jjs whole world could be confided to the 4 walls of your tiny attic bedroom and he would die happy.
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