He puts the coffee on, makes breakfast for himself and Boost, and usually leaves something out for Wingo and DJ to grab whenever they eventually crawl out of bed. Then it's off to work.
It's no wonder he's surprised when he hears rustling somewhere else in the house this time.
He frowns, double-checking the clock on his nightstand.
6:00 AM
He didn't sleep in. So what's with all the noise? Did DJ and Wingo actually pull another all-nighter? He should tell them to get more sleep.
Again.
He gets out of bed and gives the hallway a long look.The noise is coming from the kitchen.
He scrunches his mustache.
Whatever they're doing can wait five minutes.
He heads into the bathroom first.
Then it's routine. He washes his face, checks if he needs another shave, puts on some cream. The usual.
Thinking about it, it's probably just Boost looking for his pack of cigarettes.
He steps out of the bathroom and stops in the hallway.The voices are louder this time.
All the guys are awake.
Huh.
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"He's up."
"The fuck do we do?"
"Go talk to him."
"Me? Nah- you go!"
"Yo, shut the hell up. DJ, you go."
"And what do I do??"
"Keep him busy."
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Snot's about to open the door when it suddenly swings open. DJ slips through and slams it shut behind him.
"Morning,dude! How'd ya sleep?"
DJ is propped against the door, blocking the way. He looks dead, but not in an I stayed up all night kind of way. More like an I woke up ten minutes ago one.
Snot raises an eyebrow.
"Everything alright in there?"
"Yeah man. Smooth as butter."
"...Right. " There's a moment of silence "Did you eat breakfast? I was thinking about making eggs this time around."
He reaches for the doorknob but DJ immediately throws an arm around his neck.
"Forget breakfast. C'mon, let's watch the news."
Snot looks at him.
"...Actually- tell me about the girl you've been seeing lately."
"My girlfriend?"
"Oh, so you two are dating already? Ooooh- Snotty's got a girlfriend."
DJ slowly starts dragging him toward the living room, and Snot figures it's much easier to follow than oppose.
"For a while now... I've told you guys."
"RIGHT! Right. Love that for you, man."
"Thanks..."
He glances toward the kitchen. "Can I get a coffee first before we... chat?"
"We're out of coffee."
"Already?"
"Uh... yeah. Boost knocked the jar down."
"The whole jar?"
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Before DJ can answer, Wingo wanders into the living room.
"Morning! What are you two talking about?"
DJ shoots him a look.
"Coffee."
Snot looks between them.
"What's going on, guys?"
"Told ya. Boost broke the coffee jar."
"Yeah! And he's, uh... cleaning now. He didn't want you to know because he knows you like that coffee and he felt bad about it, especially because it's your birth-"
"DUDE!" DJ blurts.
Wingo doesn't even look at him.
"Happy birthday, Snot!" is followed by a sheepish smile.
A loud thud echoes from the kitchen.
Well, that explains the whispering...mostly.
Good enough.
"Thanks, man. But really he shouldn't have worried so much. I have a coffee machine at work."
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The kitchen door swings open.
"Yo- Snot! C'mere" shouts Boost.
Snot heads over, the other two right behind him.
When he steps inside, there's no trace of a disaster.
The kitchen smells...clean? There's no cigarette smoke hanging in the air like there usually is.
Then he notices the table.
A plate of cinnamon waffles, buried under enough whipped cream to hide that they're slightly burned.
A mug of coffee with steam still curling from the top.
And a silly hand-drawn birthday card.
Boost's already pulling him into one of those half hugs before Snot can even react.
He looks from the waffles...to the card...then back at the three of them.
"Yo..."
He presses his lips together.
"...Guys..."
Nobody says anything for a second.
DJ's already grinning. Wingo's trying not to. Boost scratches the back of his neck.
Then- "Happy birthday, dude!!"
Snot somehow manages to pull all three of them into one hug.
"Thanks, guys!! This is amazing."
"Would've been better if these two hadn't-" Boost sighs."...yeah, whatever."
He pulls away.
"This isn't all, bro."
Snot blinks.
"What?? There’s- more?? "
"Yeah dude" Wingo leans against the doorframe. "The rest of the surprise's waiting in the garage."
The Inspiration, a scene Box I build with gardening Foam, miniature trees, decor rocks, and decor Sand, as well as a fifteen Euro full metal McLaren 720s diecast.
And the result after hours of work, my Hybrid Lamborghini OC Damon...
An unlucky plane who found himself (along with all other 737 MAX variants) grounded for 20 long months. Years later, a mysterious, even larger grounding applying to all civilian aircraft was ordered, leaving him grounded once again. Both groundings combined have left him antsy and paranoid…
Shares a hangar block with Clipper, Neo, and Munich. Generally seen as VERY unpleasant to deal with by most planes he meets.
Thank fuck for small village mechanics who answer the phone even on their off days. My poor boy's been whisked away to the shop and I'll probably get him back tomorrow around noon. But still 😭
I am petsitting for friends rn, they have a cat named Merlin and a big Pony named Miley.
Miley needs ¾ of a tablet each evening for his cushing Syndrome. (A disfunction of the smaller kidneys). I'm here for the fifth time now, as usual for a week.
Everything has been going fine the past few times. But today, Miley decided to be a dick.
He and the other horses were out on the pasture as they usually are overnight in Summer, and I walked onto the pasture with his quarter piece of Apple and the three pieces of the pill.
Usually he loves his Apples.
Today. He ignored me to 2000%. I stood beside him, and I talked to him, and I walked with him, and I pet him (He's a super super super chill 23 yo) and I practically *begged* him to take his appie slicey.
He refused to take his appie slicey.
WHILE ALL THE OTHER FUCKING HORSES WERE BASICALLY SHOVING THEIR WHOLE ASS FACE IN MINE TO GET TO THE DAMN APPLE.
LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS
STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL.
DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE!
AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN.
IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER.
“Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!”
WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK
CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU.
AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE.
I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!
Poison control may advise diluting the toxin somehow like with water or milk, otherwise do not give them something to drink and take the empty pill bottle/ blister pack with you to the hospital.
May I present: Leda and the Swan Princess! It's based on this post about a swan princess who refuses to go quietly in obscurity when cursed. (If you liked this one you will probably also like my other comics which you can find on my pinned post).
If you enjoyed and want to support a queer art student, you can tip me over on my Ko-fi! Tips help me out dramatically while I'm still in school!
Find this and my other comics on Tapas, Once Upon a Meet Cute!
Today's the day I have set for Vlada's birthday. On this day, May took Vlada on a date to the local diner, "The Bird's Nest" then surprised her with a cake she had made to resemble Vlada's favorite fuel. Vlada gobbled it up.
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