seen from Yemen
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
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seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Macao SAR China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Switzerland
seen from France
seen from Thailand
seen from Brazil
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
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seen from Finland
seen from Japan
seen from Mexico
Taako relaxes when he confirms that he doesn’t actually work here, and his attention returns back to the stars he was previously admiring. That was until he spoke again, and Taako looks over to see ---- someone who looked like they were on fire.
“ ---- what’s up with your, uh........ body, my man?” || @the-dimensional-bartender ( cont. )
A safeplace for wanted man
@the-dimensional-bartender
12 years without even a little drop of poison can turn a man into maniac. Especially if you spend those years surrounded by poor soulless criminals who eat your every positive memory while the real quilty is roaming freely.
But where could a wanted man with prison jumpsuit go to have some scotch on the rocks without getting caught? He had wandered around for days, without stopping or sleeping. He wanted to get as far as he could from that place. When he had almost passed out, he felt how someone poked him with a wand.
“You don’t look so good, mate. Those circles under your eyes probably reach the bone already and those bold spots on your head... Oh no, mate, has someone pulled your hair off? Come on then mate. I know a place where you can go” that someone lifted him onboard, Sirius saw a little too big hat and a big smile. He recognised the vehicle, it was the Knight bus, he had climbed onboard at least 20 times when he was just a brat. Sirius smiles “Thanks Ernie. You saved me once again” he says before he passes out.
The next time he wakes up, he is in front of a restaurant, leaning on the wall. He rubs his forehead and stands up. “Fuck, I definitely need that drink” he mumbles and opens the door. Without even looking around he walks to the bar counter. “One scotch on the rocks. And a cigarette if you have fun.”
What is this
"Dear Diary"
@the-dimensional-bartender | Dear Diary
The book is found upturned, abandoned in the snow, half buried by the fallen flakes and pine needles from the surrounding firs and spruce. It falls open to the waiting page, crinkled by the fall that had abandoned it along the forest path.
‘ Man I can’t do anything right, here Grillb goes and hands me a fuckin’ drink on the house and my klutz ass fucks up picking it up and spills it on him. He’d been havin’ such a good night and ‘course I go an’ fuck it up... like always... some kinda friend I am ‘
@the-dimensional-bartender ;; continued Jack managed a smile. He decided not to tell his new friend his own story for the time being. Right now, they had to get out of this rain. “I am sorry you had to end your training so soon, though it must be nice to own a restaurant.”
Old Friends
@the-dimensional-bartender
It had been a long time since Whiskey’s disappearance. Papyrus had tried the coordinates to the bar in the void many times, only to be met with the depressing message: Deleted-GrillbyT-12se31.exe.
Now the void was as empty as it had ever been in the deserted timeline, almost as though his friend had never existed at all here, as though it had all been only a part of his imagination.
That was why, on a lazy evening, when he was bored, he expected not to find anything at all when he attempted the coordinates another time. Perhaps he considered the void, with its eternal silence, to be a good place to nap.
But to his utter surprise, before him upon his arrival was an all-too familiar building. The door opened with ease, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the bar’s owner would even be around...
@the-dimensional-bartender
*I know I must be not really original but - can you eat coal, and if yes, do you? *As a prized consumer of fertilizer, I wish to know if there are more people with weird eating habits.
🥘 "Can flowers eat soup?"
*They can. But they don’t have to like it!
(Looks like Flowey is quite picky with his food. The soup is considered for a moment - the flower looks it over with an important air, like a famous critic getting ready to review it. Then he lowers himself to the bowl and takes a careful sip. Heck, he may be hungry, but it doesn’ mean he has to eat soup with a smile!)
*It’s actually… not that bad.*It would be even better if it wasn’t soup.
(Don’t worry, he doesn’t really mean it. Probably.)
