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verymuchlarge · 9 months
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“Oh shit, look out there’s a cop hiding in the bushes up ahead! Slow down or he’ll see that you’re speeding!”
- fearful
- profrane
- inefficient
- clumsy phrasing
“10-17, bear in the bushes up ahead, keep an eye on your bird dog”
- efficient
- whimsical
- derogatory towards police
- displays an understanding of CB 10-codes
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nivenus · 1 year
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Some space trucker lingo I put together for my ALIEN RPG campaign (”On a Pale Horse”). Feel free to make use of it. It’s compiled from a mix of real life trucker lingo, aviation jargon, nautical slang, and a couple other languages besides English I felt might contribute to the cosmopolitan milieu of the Middle Heavens shipping lanes.
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adultswim2021 · 2 months
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Squidbillies #45: "Confessions of a Gangrenous Mind" | June 15, 2009 - 12:00AM | S04E05
Tonight’s episode of Squidbillies mostly involves Granny just flapping her dang jaw to the other squids. She mentions Rusty’s great grandpapa, a man Early has disdain for. This doesn't actually have a pay off, because the man is shrouded in mystery and he seems to be surprised by the reveal himself at the end of the episode.
Granny begins to tell various tales about how she met the man she calls grandpapa, but keeps telling tales that mislead Rusty (and the FUCKING BEAUTIFUL bloggers watching) into thinking she’s talking about the man in question, but she’s actually talking about some random dude she gave a handy to. We never do find out who she’s talking about, as she seems to just pull the name General Sherman out of her ass, which would make the squids Yankees. This is overshadowed by Early’s realization that means they won the war, causing him to shoot his gun into the air in celebration. 
This one has a lot of flashbacks, and some bits of business where they huff gasoline and Early goes out to buy some of those bullethole decals for his truck. Also the start of the episode has Granny trying to get laid by a trucker on a CB radio. Okay, I know what a lot lizard is, but the guy on the other end of the radio conversation says he’s hauling pine cones. Is THAT trucker lingo? Is it fake trucker lingo? Was it meant to be literal? To all the truckers reading this, please illuminate me.
Granny claims sexual encounters with Rhet Butler (from Gone with the Wind), Julius “Dr. J” Erving (from the world of professional basketball), Nitro (from American Gladiators), and Jesus Christ (from S01E04 of Squidbillies). She also credits a Frankenstein monster of her own creation might’ve gotten into that sweet squid puss. 
Some of Granny’s flashbacks have to do with her being a slave, and she has a delusional memory of her and all the slaves being really happy. This is maybe the biggest laugh of the episode, and is likely inspired by a similar characterization from the withheld Disney film Song of the South. The brilliant mind that runs the Squidbillies wiki writes: “The African slaves are revealed to pick up cotton during the past.” Hey, thank you for that. That’s the best part of the episode. The rest was okay. I don’t mind this show, really.
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Let's face it folx, chalet 2000 sucks and if you like or try to defend it you're retarded. facts!
It is in the running for their worst sketch, and it's a good thing they made it show-length, so you can just skip that entire episode. When that sketch where Scott plays the queen and thinks Canada is leaving the Monarchy you have to fast forward and try not to miss the next sketch. Hey, isn't it weird that that queen sketch is in a best-of? It literally might be my least-favorite sketch of theirs. Huh!
Besides Ben from Dr. Katz (which you don't like that much because you put it behind Workaholics for clicks) and Coach McGuirk do you like H. Jon Benjamin in anything else? Curious.
Folks (or folx, as some people like to say), he's referring to a twitter thread where I ranked every Comedy Central show. I am going to think about this without looking anything up. I liked him when he called into the Best Show on WFMU. I liked him as the voice of the canned vegetables on Wet Hot American Summer. I liked what little of Jon Benjamin has a Van I saw. There's a current commercial where he's the voice of a pigeon and I detest it with all of my soul. Just keeping it real.
Can I spit some real at you, kimosabe? When you said "I didn't know Adam Savage could be so savage" a few years ago...fucking hilarious. He's an okay dude though you should be nice to him. That whole scene was messed up but I think our boy came out clean. See you on the Mybusters forums, broshoes.
I think it's a good idea to just not care about Adam Savage, that way you don't have to have an opinion. I think I must have momentarily thought he was Adam Ruins Everything guy, which I would've gotten significant schadenfreude off of finding out was rude to his sister.
KON! writes:
Mick Foley aka "Mankind" has multiple claims to fame even to the non-wrestling aficionado: 1. being from Long Island 2. looking like Kevin Smith 3. officiating a wrestling match between Eric Matthews, Matthew Lawrence, and the giant redhead in an episode of Boy Meets World
BIG LOL at calling her the "giant" redhead. I know what you mean. She's large and in charge and I think of her often.
I always thought it was weird that they banned the confederate flag episode of Squidbillies considering "The Fine Ol Solution" is way worse imo
I didn't know about that episode being banned, damn!
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I love how much trucker lingo is just blatantly anti-cop
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vimbry · 2 years
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thinking tmbg song analysis again. love rabid child, cause its lyrics make me imagine a young girl with a special interest in radio systems, who largely stays inside due to implied illness, but likes to socialise with the truckers she contacts. the kid gives herself that handle to make light of how she feels. she's not overly comfortable speaking and isn't too familiar with trucking/lingo yet, saying only a couple phrases when she's there (hammer down [speed up], rabbit ears). everyone's pretty fond of her, narrator of the song included, and understands she's likely pretty lonely and wishes her better soon, so if you pass the rabid child, say hammer down for me :)
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thinplacesradio · 1 year
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night, from underneath pale wooden support beams, looking out into a foggy parking lot with a red neon sign. the image is distorted by VCR static. text reads:
[011] THE PASSENGER PIGEON. A CALLER COMMEMORATES A BYGONE BIRD. THE HOST LEARNS SOME NEW LINGO.
listen here, or anywhere you find your podcasts. transcript under the cut:
[static, radio tuning]
[Traveling Sales Rep: Don’t touch that dial! We’ll be right back, after these short messages.] [static, radio tuning]
[click]
Hello and welcome to Thin Places Radio. I’m your host,
and it is the middle of the night. But don’t worry. You’re not alone.
[Thin Places theme]
I’m coming to you live from my studio, which is what i like to call the backseat of my car! Again!
[gas pump clicking and beeping] [trucks screeching, groaning, and hissing]
I pulled off the road into this truck stop when the orange lights overhead started to burn their mark into my retinas. Just a second to myself, now, in my own private little universe. 
I’ve pushed the detritus on the seats into the well. The center console is my desk. The rat has received an upgrade - she gets to be in the driver’s seat, tonight. 
I don’t think I’m going to sleep. I might just watch the sun rise from the picnic table I parked next to around back. Not just because the backseat is so lumpy, or because I’m too nervous to close my eyes alone here. It’s a very alive place. I can feel the hum of it all around me - truckers headed in to take a shower, stopping to get diesel before the next leg of their journey, a college junior headed back after a long weekend who did the safe thing and pulled over here, saving their own life without even knowing it.
[cars passing]
I know this about all of them, even though I don’t talk to them. But who knows what pulled me off the road here? I don’t recognize this place, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t been here before.
[car door opening, then slamming closed]
What is Thin Places Radio? Well, you can call in about anything strange that you've got going on in your life - feelings, omens, premonitions, hauntings.
Are you having trouble getting out and about? Are you holding an extinct species in your heart so at least one person remembers them? Are you trapped in the present, but can’t stop thinking about the future and the past? 
Call in, get it off your chest. Let's close the gap between worlds a little bit more. Lines are open.
[click] [voicemail]
Hi! I wanted to know if you know anything about the passenger pigeon. It’s a bird that, uh - it’s one of my favorite birds, actually, but it’s extinct now. The last of its species died in the Cincinnati Zoo in 1914. I’m thinking about it because I'm at a rest stop in the middle of God knows where Wisconsin and there's a placard dedicated to such bird. They cite a lot of - they don’t name anything specific as to why it went extinct. But having done my own research I know it was an incredibly social bird, and they had huge flocks of them that would travel around the entire United States. And apparently at this rest stop this was the nearby one of their largest nesting areas, according to the placard. 
I just wonder if one day, one other species, or people, will be relegated to being remembered by a placard - if people even know that this bird exists unless they stop at this rest stop themselves. Or if I, a person very interested in these type and other kind of birds, will be the one to remember them once everything is said and done. Sorry it’s a little sad, but I wanted to know what ya think. This is Remy. You can name me as such on the show. Thanks.
Hi from the middle of God knows where Wisconsin, Remy. Don’t worry. I like a little sad. I can feel it in my bones, sometimes.
[crickets chirping]
If a tree falls in a forest - no, I’ve said that before. We know the answer to the riddle. What we don’t know is when one person’s efforts - one person’s memory - is really enough. It never feels like it. But you’re doing something important here. You’re doing something vital, remembering the ghost of an entire civilization, risen and fallen.
[searching music]
We think we have evidence for it, when it comes to us, ruins and archaeology. But the most important things are the ones that we pass down, person to person, for everyone who didn’t get a museum, or a ruin, or even a placard. It’s only been a century, and all trace of this pigeon is already gone. It’s not like Tartessian, the last word spoken in the 5th century B.C., the few letters that remain still untranslateable. It’s only been a hundred years. But we forget much more terrible things much quicker than that - but only if we choose to forget them. So, we can’t. We have to remember the people who came before us, the people who left and the people who were killed on purpose, and the people who survived, who are still here. We have to remember the little things, too, the small creatures. There’s a special providence in the fall of a passenger pigeon. 
How must that last one have felt, in the Cincinnati Zoo? The last of its kind. Caged and alone and told where to go next. Transformed, by its sudden distance from everyone else, into something different. Something different. Maybe it didn’t even know. I hope it didn’t. It would hurt less.
[click] [cars passing]
Something weird, listeners:
Trucker lingo. It sounds made up, but linguistically speaking, it’s as real as anything. I just heard someone say his truck was wipin’ her feet on the way up here, and I think that must be something. Got your ears on? Here’s some more. The granny lane - oh, i can guess that one just fine. Southbound hammer down - going south and going fast. An alligator’s a tire on the road. A black eye’s a headlight out. I think bear bait means going too fast. Not the other kind of bear. There’s lots of stupid names for cops, thank goodness: barney fife, evel knievel, kojak with a kodak. Enough of that, though. 10-7. 
[click] [bell dinging] [car starting]
The bell to the convenience store door dings, as one of the truckers is coming back out with his coffee. He’s flying solo, but he isn’t alone. He has a whole flock, one chirp of the radio away.
I can see the sky getting brighter, as much as it ever does, that very first pale purple. [yawn] [sniff] It looks like I’m having shutter trouble after all.
[click]
Thank you for listening, callers, and thank you for calling, listeners. I hope you feel a little bit lighter. I know I do.
As always, our number is 717.382.8093. That's 717.382.8093.
Keep the rubber side down and the bugs off your glass. Until next time. I'll be - 
[sudden static cuts the host off]
[static] [Traveling Sales Rep: visit us at the - diner just off -] [Various Garbled Voices: ]
Thin Places Radio is a podcast written by Kristen O’Neal and produced by Kaitlin Bruder. The voice of Your Host is Kristen O’Neal. Tonight’s voicemail was left for us by Remy Ripple.
Editing and sound design are by Kaitlin Bruder, and the music tracks you heard in tonight’s episode are: the Thin Places theme, by Miles Morkri, and Umeed by RANA.
If you have a story to tell or a question to ask, give us a call at ‪(717) 382-8093‬. The lines are always open.
[Thin Places Theme outro]
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vicsuragi · 1 year
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learning trucker lingo just to write semi-authentic smut, like god intended.
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Knight Rider 1x20: "Knight Moves"
Trying this again after my browser restarted and dumped a whole nearly completed review. Ugh.
This episode was a relief after "White Bird"put me through the emotional wringer. This delivers exactly what I remember from Knight Rider as a kid - car chases, KITT being snarky, and the day is saved in the end.
KITT learning trucker lingo was a highlight, as was the showdown with the hijackers at the end.
This is actually the first episode that I think I remember seeing as a kid. I'm pretty sure I remember the part at the end where Michael climbs out of the truck and into KITT on the road.
Terri also is a great example of how Knight Rider has stronger female characters than I expected to find. Terri is right up there driving the truck for Michael in the confrontation at the end. I liked her.
Overall, so far, KITT has been exactly what I remembered; the revelation has been how much they've made me love Michael. He's such a sweetheart and a real hero - I wish there were more characters like him. And looking like David Hasselhoff doesn't hurt at all.
Ratings (out of 5):
Cheese Level: 🧀 Cringe Level: 😬 Michael Knight Hotness: 🔥🔥🔥 Vehicular Shenanigans: 🚘🚘🚘🚘🚘 Overall Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐
* my Knight Rider episode reviews
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violetsystems · 1 year
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I watched a movie yesterday or at least the rifftrax version of a chuck norris film where he’s an arm wrestling truck driver. It’s called breaker breaker and it’s before internet truckers like ourselves had tumblr. His brother who is also a motocross biker gets tricked into a hippie town where they make illegal moonshine. He gets a parking ticket and somehow gets beat up by the cops and thrown in a junkyard trash compactor not unlike man crush monday. The movie ends with all the truckers invading the town and beating up the hippies. Ten four good buddy. I don’t think we should go to those extremes. But Elon musk does wants to buy his own town. Won’t catch me driving my Volvo through it. I don’t even own a car. I do have the best friends in the world on the internet. So if I have to go chuck norris on a motherfucker. I want to be sure I’m tuned to the right frequency. This means if you hear me whsiper “In The Big Hole” to you it does not mean I’m financially insolvent.
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stromcuzewon · 5 years
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"so uh..... are you two..... y'know...... good buddies?"
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I spent the last 2 hours looking at lists of slang used by American truckers over CB radio during the 70′s and there is some quality lingo here, including but not limited to:
Smokey or Smokey Bear: A law enforcement officer, usually highway patrol.
Miss Piggy: A female police officer
Evel Knievel: Police officer on a motorcycle
Fox in the hen house: Unmarked police vehicle.
Flying doughnut: A police helicopter.
Bear in the air: Police officer in some form of aircraft (particularly helicopters).
Bear rolling discos: A speeding police car with its lights flashing.
Kojak with a Kodak: Police officer running radar.
Feeding the bears: Paying a ticket or citation.
Brush Your Teeth And Comb Your Hair: A law enforcement vehicle is radaring vehicles.
Bambi: A deer, dead or alive
Road pizza: Roadkill.
General Mess of Crap: A GMC truck
Crotch rocket: A motorcycle built for speed; not a Harley-Davidson.
Shiny side up: Your vehicle hasn't flipped over after a rollover or accident. "Keep the shiny side up" means to have a safe trip.
The Dirty: Cleveland, Ohio
Bumper Sticker: A vehicle that is tailgating another vehicle.  Also called a "hitchhiker".
Destruction: Road construction.
Driving Award: A speeding ticket.
Greasy Side Up: A vehicle that is upsidedown.
Angry kangaroo: A truck with one (or both) of its headlights out.
Buster Brown: UPS truck.
Fender Bender: An accident (now used by the general public).
Pregnant roller skate: A Volkswagen Beetle.
Piggy Bank: An armored Car.
Turkey hearse: A truck with a load of turkeys headed for slaughter.
Corn patch: The Midwest.
Hippie Haven / Bat City / Waterloo: Austin, Texas.
Idiot Island: California.
Lost Wages: Las Vegas, Nevada.
Rhymes with Fun: Regina, Saskatchewan.
Spud Town: Boise, Idaho.
Bear bait: An erratic or speeding driver.
Bird-dog: RADAR detector.
Boop Boop/Cluck Cluck Chicken Truck: Ways chicken haulers greet each other
CB Rambo: Someone that is talking real tough on the radio, often when no one can identify them or their location due to the anonymity of CB radio
Choke and puke: A truck stop restaurant, especially one known for its less-than-quality food.
Go-go juice: "I need to get some fuel."
Good buddy: In the 1970s, this was the stereotypical term for a friend or acquaintance on the CB airwaves. Now the term "buddy" can be used similarly as the term "good buddy" now means a homosexual, especially driver.
Mud Duck: A CB user that has a weak signal and they keep trying to talk despite the fact that no one can understand them.
Rocking Chair: The vehicle(s) in a group positioned between the Front Door and Back Door drivers. Called the Rocking Chair because drivers in that position of the group can relax while speeding because the Front Door and Back Door drivers are watching for the police.
Bonus! Novelty song about trucking from 1975 that uses a bunch of this slang
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wildcatvintagetbay · 4 years
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Hoe thought: daddy Lee fucking you in the backseat of his car whilst responding to the radio and telling you to keep quiet 🤤
🤤 oh sweet sweet Nonnie, you sent me this right as I was about to start work so I've been sitting on his dick this hoe thought all day! 🤤
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Rain pounded down on to the roof of the cruiser. The thunder rolled in the background, electricity in the air and the back seat. Lee was supposed to be driving you home from work before he started yet another night shift. Being with the Sheriff had its benefits, but the demand of the job kept him away from home more than you'd liked.
Which is what lead you to situations like this. Desperate for his touch and love in the back seat of the cruiser. Your skirt was punched up around your waist and the buttons of your shirt torn open to reveal the sexy lingerie you wore just for him. Lee peeled off your panties and shoved then into his pocket so he could stroke himself with them later.
Thick fingers parted your soaked folds and a devilish tongue teased your clit. Your nails raked through his short hair, pulling him closer to your core. You bit back a moan, even on the deserted back road you were worried about being caught.
"Goddamn Bunny Baby, been dreamin' bout this sweet pussy for days. I wanna hear you moanin' my name."
The man was trying to ruin the back seat of his cruiser with your juices. He didn't stop after your first orgasm or your second, not until you were screaming his name and begging for his cock.
"You ready Bunny? You wanna be full a my cock?"
You nodded weakly, how this man had so much self control was beyond your understanding. Just looking at him with his badge and hat on, hand resting on his gun was enough to ruin your panties. And God the way his fat cock made you lose all thought was best kind of drug. The stretch, the feeling of being full and connected with this man was intoxicating.
"Fuck, such a slut for me ain'tcha? Cock hungry lil-
"We got any Smokeys in the Knockemstiff area? Got reports of 18 wheeler being run off the road."
Lee didn't stop pounding into when he answered the radio, only slowing enough to lean over to grab the controller from the dash.
"I'm in the area, where's the bulldog?"
He hit a particularly sweet spot inside, causing you whimper. Lee smirked at you, before pulling your panties from his pocket and shoving them past your lips, muffling any further sound you'd make.
"I can be at there in about 15 minutes. Gonna need any traffic control or medical attention?"
You could barely focus on breathing, let alone stringing together a sentence. How could Lee be doing his job right now?
"10-4, I'll let ya know if I need back up."
The radio was clicked off and tossed back into the front seat.
"We got five minutes Bunny Baby, let's see how many more times I can make ya scream for me."
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Trucker lingo, fucking in the cruiser, dirty sheriff daddy 🥵🥴🥵🥴🥵🥴
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lydias--stiles · 3 years
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jiara | drabble | post-s2 + john b is oblivious™ | title: changes // david bowie
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John B had no clue when it happened, but suddenly he couldn't unsee it, and by then it was almost too embarrassing to ask.
Sarah has told him he was the biggest dreamer of all the Pogues (“And I love that about you! I swear!”), but that those tendencies usually made him understand the joke... last. Or apparently, how in the hell JJ and Kie got together.
He knew they were close — duh, P4L — but he had never made the connection that sharing a J would lead to Kie throwing her legs across JJ's lap and giggling in his shoulder. Yeah. Kie was giggling now.
It started when they were rescued from the island and resumed normal life, or as normal as a life for a Pogue good be. Sarah broke into her trust fund to afford an apartment for her and Cleo, Kie and Pope went home to their family, and JJ and John B found their way back to the Château. They all clung together, but he reckoned he'd been more focused on Sarah — they decided to lay off on the husband and wife thing for a bit — that he didn't notice JJ and Kie hanging out alone.
But Pope knew. Cleo knew. And Sarah definitely knew.
John B gawked at the pair from the threshold of the Château, perfectly able to see them snuggled up in the hammock. Sarah appeared behind him.
“What're you looking at?” she asked.
“Uh...” He scratched his cheek, confused. “JJ and Kiara... apparently.”
“Oh, yeah,” she breezily retorted, making him gaze at her in surprise. “They're cute, huh?”
“Whoa, you knew?!”
The girl chuckled and moved back inside. He followed her. “You didn't?”
“No!” he exclaimed. “Wha– what about Pope?”
“I mean... it doesn't seem like Pope really cares,” she shrugged. Rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, she found a bag of tortilla chips and then went searching for salsa. “How did you not know?”
“'Cause I'm focused on you!” His arms spread out, unsure why he was so shocked, or if he was maybe ashamed he didn't see that JJ was whipped for Kie.
It actually made sense. They were both super slow, smoked weed and made the same terrible jokes. He was bad, but the two of them together? Worst fucking comedy special.
Dumping the chips in a bowl, Sarah sent him a sweet smile. The bandana necklace laid comfortably on her skin. “You should talk to JJ, after Kie's gone home. They probably thought you were aware of it all.”
If he really thought about it, he guessed he always kind of knew. They all, at one point, had a crush on her, but he never considered her to be attainable. (“No Pogue on Pogue macking!”) But JJ? He always flirted. He always looked at her, went for her, sought her out. Of course JJ liked her.
And the fact that Kie allowed JJ to pursue her, meant that their relationship was a big fucking deal. This was no summer fling.
(Man, John B really needed to get his head out of the clouds.)
“How long have you known?” he eventually asked, when both were seated outside on the plastic chairs. The couple swung nearby, their voices hushed and their laughter chiming in the sweet, humid air.
Sarah pondered for a moment. Her head was tilted towards the sun, its light filtering through the trees, and he wondered if JJ had that moment as well — where he looked at Kie and felt that quiet awe washing over him; what he always felt around Sarah.
“Well, Kiara's hot, he'd be an idiot if he wasn't into her,” she began, causing him to chuckle. “but... I think on the lifeboat? When Kiara saved him?”
He frowned. “Anyone of us would've saved him.”
“It's what happened when he gained consciousness, John B,” she gently explained. “He looked at her like she was a literal goddess. Major heart-eyes.”
“Really?”
“You are so blind!” she laughed. Her hand reached out to graze beneath his eyes. “Do you need glasses?”
“Bro! John B needs fuckin' glasses!” JJ yelled, having caught the tail end of their conversation. Kie's bright face popped up beside him.
“He's always squinting at the board,” Kie added. “At first it's endearing, but now...”
“Thanks, guys,” John B deadpanned, “so supportive.”
The two crawled out the hammock at the sight of the chips and six-packs of beers.
“What were you guys talking about?” John B casually probed as they plopped down opposite of them. Cleo and Pope would probably be here soon.
They shared a look, something he couldn't read — oh, man, they had their own lingo already? — and then JJ uttered, “Surfing.”
“Surfing?”
“That's it?” Sarah mused.
“And beaches. And bunk beds,” JJ continued with a lazy drawl. Kiara rolled her eyes and mumbled seriously? at Sarah, to which the girl grinned and shrugged.
Slapping her hand over JJ's mouth, Kie said, “It's just a dream at this point, but, like, maybe going on a surf trip one day.” A wry smile ticked up her lips. “With the gold we don't have.”
“Fuckin' Cameron,” JJ grumbled. “No offense, Sarah.”
“None taken.”
John B smirked, “She's a Routledge now.”
Sarah grimaced. “Really?”
“Babe!”
“It's a very specific name, JB,” she tried, but her amusement gave her away. There it was, exposed: he had a shit last name.
After Pope and Cleo arrived, they all moved to the boat and went out for a relaxed day in the marsh; free of dead bodies for once. John B lived for these days — him and his family, forged in fire and blood and shit talking, lounging in the sun as Kie played Marley from her speaker and passed the J around the group. Salt pricked his tongue and the buzz of booze got him all competitive with the boys.
Carpe diem, or whatever.
And that was when he got a clear picture of them. Of Kie and JJ curled together, her giggling in his shoulder and his wide grin solely fixed on her, how she later snatched the trucker hat from his head and used it to hide a smooch.
Sarah whistled regardless, Cleo catcalling along as John B snuck a glance at Pope. He seemed fine, like Sarah had said. Smiling, laughing, his face tilted to the sun and completely unbothered.
Damn, he'd been so clueless.
He carefully approached the subject that night, the two standing side by side in the cramped bathroom brushing their teeth. “So... you and Kie.”
“Yup,” he quipped.
“Cool.”
JJ eyed him through the mirror. “You good, bro?”
John B smirked, leaning against the wall. “Yeah. I just thought that 'door was closed'.”
“You and me both,” the boy puffed. It could be the piss yellow lighting, but John B believed he spotted a slight flush on the boy's cheeks.
He kept pushing. “So? It's going well? Gimme something, JJ.”
He was gone when Kie and Pope were trying to make it work and JJ never had a legit girlfriend (Haley from second grade didn't count), so he felt like he had to make up for lost time. JJ was his fucking brother. If someone had to act like a little shit, it was him.
His blue eyes narrowed to slits. Spitting out the toothpaste, he wiped off his mouth and didn't lose his distinct JJ swagger as he said, “She drives me damn crazy, but it's worth it. That enough?”
John B grinned. That was more than enough. His thumb and index finger pressed together and mumbled a toothy goodnight, shouldering past the blonde to his bedroom.
Kiara and JJ together. Maybe the biggest twist of all.
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homophobicdean · 3 years
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if i was smarter i would make a better post about this but i would just like to bring to everyone’s attention that in trucker lingo
good buddy=homosexual
so calling someone ur buddy or good buddy is essentially saying you want to have gay sex with them. do with that information what you will
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peterbilt-prime · 4 years
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Optimus knows trucker lingo and has a CB in his cab.
His handle is 'Papa Pax' because the wife of another trucker called 'Mud Flaps' said he sounded like a dad.
His team doesn't know this fact until they're on the highway, racing towards an energon store, and the traffic suddenly backs up.
"Breaker 1-9, this is Papa Pax. My 20 is northbound marker 54 on the 40. What is our clearance?"
“Copy, Papa Pax, this is Road Hog. There was a plain brown wrapper at the 56 yd stick, a bear in the air, and a wreck at the 104. The coops were workin’ hard on your side going south.”
"Kojak with a Kodak? Smokey has a customer?"
"You bet. Looks like a Checkpoint Charlie."
"10-4, Road Hog. Keep it between the ditches. 10-7."
Then Optimus comms his autobots and tells them that they're changing their route. No one knows what to say at first.
Optimus also loves when kids (and adults) try to get him to honk his horn. It always makes him smile and he can feel his spark lighten with their joyous reactions to the loud honk and the shift of his jakes.
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