#mars bars

[blitzstoneshouldbecanon]

guys look what I found

Remus would loveeeee this

[stygiansauce]

random thought that could be fun: how would your jimmys react to getting stuck in a time loop?

Hohohoho marrssssss

Sticks!Jimmy is already in a time loop :)

MoE!Jimmy is doing everything he never thought possible, then once he's lived all the options, he's figuring a way out.

Peacefield!Jimmy is too smart. He wont get stuck in a time loop.

Twisters!Jimmy (Slipstream) is instantly telling Tango (over and over and over) until they science a way out. (Hes already done one time loop, he doesnt need another.)

Canonverse!Jimmy is uh...suffering. until he figures out they way out is to confess his love. And then he suffers for like 3 more weeks before he finally does it. Alternatively, he figures it out on accident and wakes up the next day like "oh no this is the real timeline now"

Oos!Jimmy is already in a time loop :)

I think thats all of them?? Are there more jimmys?!?! Idk

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Gold

@wolfstarmicrofic June 5, word count 638

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They stood beside the lake and watched the firefighters putting the fire out. They all squirmed when McGonagall came to stand in front of them and glared. 

“I am almost certain that one of you, if not all of you, had something to do with this.” Her eyes were on Sirius. 

Remus started fiddling with the red and gold friendship bracelet on his wrist. Sirius's hand reached over and covered his own, stilling the nervous fingers. Sirius turned his charm on Minerva, keeping his hand on Remus as though it was normal. 

“Minnie, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that it wasn’t me.”  Sirius’s thumb brushed the soft underside of Remus’s wrist. Remus felt a shiver go down his spine and he had to try hard to keep his pounding heartbeat from giving him away.

“Alright everybody, the fire is out. Please return to your cabins, and we’ll see you bright and early for a treasure hunt.” Albus spoke to all the congregated campers and leaders. 

“I will figure out who is responsible,” Minerva narrowed her eyes again at the four from Gryffindor cabin. However, her eyes did soften at Remus. He hadn’t been there that long for her to think he’d had anything to do with it. She strode away from them to talk with Albus and the firefighters.

“Come on,” Sirius started towards their cabin, dragging Remus along with him. 

They piled onto Sirius’s bed this time. Sirius pulled Remus onto the bed beside him. 

“Stop looking so worried Pete. We didn’t leave anything for them to think it was us.” James tried to reassure the nervous boy. 

“Yeah, Petey. The only thing we left behind was the tin box and that was just a cheap thing we found in the supply cupboard.” Sirius joined in. “Besides, all the evidence will have burned up.” Remus couldn’t help it, he snorted, which set off the others. Soon they were all giggling. 

Sirius reached over to the little bedside table and opened the cupboard. He sat back up with a packet of Mars bars in his hand and started handing them out. Remus bit into the gooey treat and smiled happily. He wiggled his foot as the chocolate, caramel and nougat melted onto his tongue. He saw Sirius cock his head at the movement out of the corner of his eye. Remus stilled the movement and looked down, trying to ignore Sirius’s gaze.

Sirius laid back onto his pillow and stretched his legs out into Remus’s lap. He began slowly wiggling his feet back and forth like Remus had been a moment before. Remus blinked down at his lap, frozen. 

“So treasure hunt tomorrow, what do we think that entails?” Sirius asked the group. Peter had calmed down now that he had chocolate. 

“Last year they hid the clues around the lake, it’ll probably be in the forest,” Peter said around a mouthful of chocolate. 

“Yeah, but that’s what they did the year before,” James said thoughtfully. “Plus you burnt down half the forest Pete,” James added, chuckling. 

“James,” Peter whined. 

“I’m only teasing Pete. There’s still plenty of trees out there,” James guffawed as Peter grumbled under his breath and went to sit on his own bed, pulling a magazine out from under his pillow and hiding behind it. James moved back to his own bed as well, putting his earphones in and turning on some music. Remus waited for Sirius to move his feet so he could get up as well, but he didn’t. 

He turned to look at Sirius, but Sirius had put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Remus put his hand gently on Sirius’s leg, getting ready to move them out of the way, when Sirius’s eyes snapped open and stared straight into Remus’s. Remus froze again. 

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[freenowrightnow]

brain rote but it’s… (pt 2)

mars bars

grape jelly

constellations

orange muffins

silver and gold

scars

the sun

[thatviolettia]

Well...

[pareidoliaonthemove]

The Pitch

Deep in space the rocket ship powered forward, a small blue star, millions of miles behind it, its place of origin: Earth.

Before it, and steadily growing larger was its destination: Mars. The Red Planet, glowing against the endless darkness of the universe.

From the cockpit of the rocket ship Mars pushed the endless tracts of space from the view port, and the two astronauts, flicking switches and pushing buttons on the massively complicated control panels, activated the powerful rocket motors to send their ship roaring into the alien atmosphere.

From the base of rocket red flames belched smoke as the engines battled against the planets gravity. Winds laden with red dust were diverted for the first time by the hand of man.

Over the radio, one of the astronauts counted down, “Fifty feet … Forty-five … Forty feet …” The red sands of Mars moved, slightly at first, and then greater gouts of dust were kicked up as the rocket ship bore down on the surface. “Ten feet … Nine … Eight … Seven … Six … Five … Four … Three … Two … One … Touchdown! We have Touchdown!”

A softer voice, faint and crackly with the distance from the Earth was heard. “Congratulations, Lander. Everything here checks out, you are Go for disembark.”

“Roger, Control. Lander is Go for disembark.”

On the side of the rocket, a small door opens, a swirl of dust obscures the opening, and clears to show an astronaut, silhouetted by the internal lights. Ponderously he climbs down the ladder, turns and pauses, before striding out to place the first human foot on the Red Planet. “Another step in Humanity’s great journey of exploration.”

Soon after the second astronaut follows, and both start moving across the desolate landscape. Suddenly one wave to the other. “Over here, I’ve found them!”

The other joins his crewmate, and one uses a grabber to pick up an object. He holds it up to examine it, before declaring: “No distance is too far … to get a Mars Bar!”

The film paused on the smiling face of the astronaut framed in his helmet behind the Mars Bar held bottom left of the screen. The lights in the small conference room come up, and the three advertising people beamed widely, unnaturally white teeth gleaming in the artificial light.

“Of course, Mr Tracy, in the real film you will be the ‘lead’ astronaut; the first out of the rocket to recreate your first steps, and the one to speak the tag line. Captain Taylor, you will be the second astronaut, the one who ‘finds’ the Mars Bar.”

Captain Lee Taylor glanced across at his openly horrified friend and beyond him, Lucille Tracy, was clearly a woman who had just witnessed a train wreck.

He smirked. Those two were current out of commission, so it was down to good ol’ Lee to sort things out.

“Well, Lizzy,” he began, ignoring the woman’s hiss of irritation and muttered “Jessie”; “I’m sure it’ll be a whizz bang job for your company. Sell ‘em candies by the truck load.”

The two advertising executives and the representative for Mars company all brightened. Clearly, they agreed, and thought he was going to sign up for his role.

“But there’s one little problem, and it ain’t so little, when ya really get down to it.”

‘Lizzy’s’ colleague frowned. “A problem?”

“Yup. Th’ Space Agency ‘owns’ that line.” Blank stares. “Y’know ‘Another step…’ blah blah blah. They own it. Can’t use it for advertising without their permission.” An exaggerated frown. “An’ I’m pretty sure they already turned you down for a – whaddya call it again? Oh yeah – a ‘public relations collaboration’ way back when the mission was on.”

Jeff goraned. “They wanted us eating the damned things on live tv from the space ship, and on Mars.”

Lee snorted. “Even if the agency hadn’t nixed that idea, I’da done it. An’ so woulda th’ rest a the crew.” He indicated Jeff with a thumb. “Chocolate upsets his guts in zero-g. Weren’t no way in hell we were gonna breathe that stink all th’ way t’ Mars an’ back.”

Jeff glared at him. “I’m not that bad, Lee.”

Lee smirked at him. “The hell you aren’t, Jeff. We got back from that first equipment drop at Alphie, the techs spent two dang weeks pulling that ship apart, ‘cause it smelled so bad in there, they thought a skunk musta got in an’ died!”

Lucy giggled from behind her hands, and watched the pitch team turn slowly green at the thought. The argument beside her was starting to heat up, so she cleared her throat. Loudly.

Jeff and Lee immediately quieted down and turned back to her. Typical. People thought she was the mother of four kids, with one on the way. In truth, she was the (very) pregnant mother of five kids, with a nephew who randomly landed on her doorstep.

She turned her attention back to the advertising team. “As Lee pointed out, you’d have to do an extraordinary amount of work to get the rights to use that line for advertising purposes. There’s also the matter of Jeff and Lee’s binding contracts: they cannot participate in any activity that may be mistaken as being approved by the Space Agency without their express sign off. I sincerely doubt that you would be able to get them to agree to this advertising campaign.”

She glanced at Jeff, who took up the ball. “As you know, I have left the Space Agency, in favour of running my own business. I have to consider Tracy Engineering Industries, and how any public appearances may affect its interests. I’m afraid I cannot see how participating in your advertising campaign would benefit my company.”

Lee chimed in, “And you were sayin’ you’d banned chocolate from the house cause that was all young … uh … Jason? Jamie?”

“John.” It was sighed.

“Yeah, that’s the one! How he was refusin’ ta eat anything but chocolate.”

Jeff looked evenly at the three people across the table from him, and controlled a flash of guilt. They were deflated, and looked like he’d kicked their puppy. Which, he supposed, he had.

“I am terribly sorry, gentleman, ma’am; I thank you for your kind offer–”

“We could rework the line! Change it! And we could put your company logo on the rocket! Double-up on the advertising!” The company representative blurted out the idea, and the other two, immediately started muttering together, apparently trying to figure out an acceptable alternative for the words the Space Agency’s public relations team had sent two years writing.

Jeff paused, considering. Three hopeful faces were again watching him.

A glance either side of him, seeking input from Lucy and Lee, settled the matter.

“As I said, I … that is we thank you for your kind offer, but we will not be accepting.”

It took some time to extract themselves from the room, and more time to be allowed to depart the building, but finally Jeff stepped out onto the pavement with his wife and his best friend on either side of him.

He wrapped an arm around Lucy’s shoulders and turned to Lee. “Now tell the truth, did you really want to do that ad?”

Lee shrugged. “Woulda been fun. But th’ Agency would nevera gone for it. Sayin’ no here an’ now saved everyone a whole lotta wasted time.” He punched Jeff. “Anyways, what I said wouldnta mattered. They was only after you. Whole thing lived or died on your say so. Th’ big damn hero with the big damn dimples.”

Lee ducked the swiped hand easily. “I don’t have dimples, Lee,” Jeff muttered.

Lucy smirked. “At least, not on your face.”

She disentangled herself from her husband as both men gaped at her in shock.

“Lucy!” that was Jeff.

Lee’s reaction was much more entertaining. “Oh, god, no! Dammit, Lucy, too much information! Don’t need to know nothin’ about his rear end other than if it’s loaded for gas attack! Oh, god. That’s it! You’re gonna find me some brain bleach to clean that outta my mind.”

Laughing, the three of them stepped out from the shelter of the building, set on enjoying a rare afternoon with no responsibilities.

Just three friends enjoying life.

Notes:

I found this old tv advertisement for Mars Bars on YouTube. And then I started thinking.

It’s a dangerous thing for me to do.

Also, the fart joke crept in there and hijacked the end. Sorry about that.

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the TOS or CGI Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

Oh, and Mars Bars were DEFINITELY harmed in the making of this fic!

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

[lunchcase]

Matcha Latte

Location: Versus cafe

Price: $5? CAD

A bittersweet matcha flavour that balances those two flavours very well. Consider me blasphemous, however, that I prefer a sweeter matcha than the traditional subtle flavours in my drinks. Which isn’t to say this is inferior - there’s a clarity to this matcha that a creamier, sweeter version might not achieve, it’s just that I can sacrifice that.

There’s also something to be said for a solid, voluminous mug.

Yes, I know I drink a lot of matcha. I know it's my go to drink everywhere. I know I should expand. BUT what if I'm doing a cross-cafe matcha flavour profile study???? (I'm not)

The tea powder residue is speaking to me. It's saying: entropy is the destination no matter where the matter goes. Fighting it will only bring suffering. But who doesn't like a good fight? (this does not apply to me I love entropy)

[embirdragon-blog]

One of the few good pictures I have of Mars. He's our best boy though 💖