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Apr. 9th, 2018
It's a Tide Ad
Apr. 9th, 2018 10:06 pmI forgot to post this group of Tide ads from the Super Bowl. I really want David Harbour to host Saturday Night Live, maybe it'll happen when Hellboy comes out.
Guardians of the Gilmore: Cinnamon's Wake
Apr. 9th, 2018 11:49 pmNothing to do with my regular Friends to the End, just a re-imagining of Gilmore Girls with Kraglin as Kirk.
Cinnamon's Wake
Cinnamon's Wake
Cinnamon Pyttzr was a beloved celebrity and a vast collector of weird shit. Not only was there a plastic green creature he'd already pocketed for the captain, but various rare food that they could get a lot of money for if it wasn't being confused with the actual food spread around for the real invited guests.
"Excuse me, ma'am, wha'cha doing?" Kraglin asked as he saw a young woman open and sample the caviar from Majesdane.
"Don't call me ma'am, only 25," she said with fire adding orange to the yellow in her hazel eyes. "Have caviar."
She was also lying. There was no way she was 25. Even Peter was way past 25 now and this girl looked like an infant compared to him, more like 20 or 22. She was taking advantage of free food and missing how to make way more money by just stealing it.
"That's not for the Wake. You could get money for that," he told her, not totally sure why.
"What? I don't need that. I have fans," she spat and twirled. He supposed her green and black outfit was popular if he followed that kind of thing. "Who are you?"
"Um, no one," Kraglin answered.
"Right, I'm Bereet. I didn't ask advice from someone with horrible haircut, like little boy," she explained and he resisted the urge to touch his finned hair. Was it really that stupid? He'd done it to look kind of like the captain...
"Will you stop eatin' that?!" he spat back. The venom was surprising to himself most of all.
"Or what?"
"I'm gonna take it," he said and took it out of her hands. The last thing he saw of her were her pink shoulders shrugging. Then, he saw Peter watching him and laughing. Something was up with Peter. Kraglin almost thought he'd try to leave. He was spending more and more time away which Krag;on could tell seemed to worry the captain more than he wanted to admit.
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"Excuse me, ma'am?" Peter asked, approaching Bereet. The pantsuit fit her tits really well.
"Aren't you with jackass?" she asked, nodding at Kraglin.
"I want to apologize for his actions," he told her. Even space ladies appreciated southern charm.
"I'm listening."
"He wasn't aware that you were THE Bereet, looks like you got quite the following from your videos and obviously, you demand respect," said Peter, carefully putting his arm near her body.
"Yes," she agreed. "I want to make longer art."
"Movies!" Peter said, bringing himself closer as he over enunciated the word and used a hand gesture with it.
"Sure, those, too," she said although he didn't think she knew what he meant. The other guests mingled around, paying no attention to them.
"I have a ship where we can discuss all of that," he suggested. She looked around, shrugged and held out her hand.
Kraglin scowled and shook his head. Real women needed to be treated differently than robot hookers. He'd learn that someday. Plus, going off with Bereet would buy Peter time before they realized he'd gone to Morag without them.
Cinnamon's Wake
Cinnamon's Wake
Cinnamon Pyttzr was a beloved celebrity and a vast collector of weird shit. Not only was there a plastic green creature he'd already pocketed for the captain, but various rare food that they could get a lot of money for if it wasn't being confused with the actual food spread around for the real invited guests.
"Excuse me, ma'am, wha'cha doing?" Kraglin asked as he saw a young woman open and sample the caviar from Majesdane.
"Don't call me ma'am, only 25," she said with fire adding orange to the yellow in her hazel eyes. "Have caviar."
She was also lying. There was no way she was 25. Even Peter was way past 25 now and this girl looked like an infant compared to him, more like 20 or 22. She was taking advantage of free food and missing how to make way more money by just stealing it.
"That's not for the Wake. You could get money for that," he told her, not totally sure why.
"What? I don't need that. I have fans," she spat and twirled. He supposed her green and black outfit was popular if he followed that kind of thing. "Who are you?"
"Um, no one," Kraglin answered.
"Right, I'm Bereet. I didn't ask advice from someone with horrible haircut, like little boy," she explained and he resisted the urge to touch his finned hair. Was it really that stupid? He'd done it to look kind of like the captain...
"Will you stop eatin' that?!" he spat back. The venom was surprising to himself most of all.
"Or what?"
"I'm gonna take it," he said and took it out of her hands. The last thing he saw of her were her pink shoulders shrugging. Then, he saw Peter watching him and laughing. Something was up with Peter. Kraglin almost thought he'd try to leave. He was spending more and more time away which Krag;on could tell seemed to worry the captain more than he wanted to admit.
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"Excuse me, ma'am?" Peter asked, approaching Bereet. The pantsuit fit her tits really well.
"Aren't you with jackass?" she asked, nodding at Kraglin.
"I want to apologize for his actions," he told her. Even space ladies appreciated southern charm.
"I'm listening."
"He wasn't aware that you were THE Bereet, looks like you got quite the following from your videos and obviously, you demand respect," said Peter, carefully putting his arm near her body.
"Yes," she agreed. "I want to make longer art."
"Movies!" Peter said, bringing himself closer as he over enunciated the word and used a hand gesture with it.
"Sure, those, too," she said although he didn't think she knew what he meant. The other guests mingled around, paying no attention to them.
"I have a ship where we can discuss all of that," he suggested. She looked around, shrugged and held out her hand.
Kraglin scowled and shook his head. Real women needed to be treated differently than robot hookers. He'd learn that someday. Plus, going off with Bereet would buy Peter time before they realized he'd gone to Morag without them.
