Then Say You Have A Lecture To Teach About Pepsi They'd Believe It There Believe Me

then say you have a lecture to teach about pepsi they'd believe it there believe me

Kinda fucked up and nasty how vampires drink blood, imo. Like. Pepsi costs a dollar seventy five

you can expect to see a fic or two on the way with these prompts

prompts list :)

fluff/general

“how much did you drink?”

“aw, you’re so cute.”

“what did you do?”

“i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“okay, where are all my jumpers?”

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“how did you get in here?”

“for starters, that’s impossible.”

“how did you fail a survey?”

“yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.”

“that’s not even fair.”

“you promised me a cookie!”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

“i’m not playing truth or dare.”

“you’re not very intimidating.”

“i love you.”

“well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

“maybe not.”

“why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

“well, i’m pretty irresistible.”

“how much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

“detention? again?”

angst

“why don’t you just go?”

“no, it’s not like that.”

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

“it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“what’s the point?”

“fuck you.”

“you should’ve said that yesterday.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“change in mind or change in heart?”

“it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

“why do you keep bringing it up?”

“we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

“you say you’ll stop, but then you keep doing it!”

“maybe in another world.”

“why are you like this?”

“stop making empty promises!”

“what about us?”

“don’t say that.”

“i’m done. we’re done.”’

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Ryder, you sweet clone, you!

The Lucky Batch ☘️

Another Clone Force 37 story :D

Ryder silently wandered down the market, looking for a place that sold stickers. It was a strange thing to look for, and he had no idea where to find them. He ran a finger down his braided hair nervously, fidgeting with the plaits Boots had delicately weaved. The dye was still fresh, and the scent of it wafted into his face with every breeze. His buzzed sides did nothing to shield his ears from the chilled air, and he felt them turning pink.

“Excuse me,” he said, walking up to a random vendor.

“Ah, hello there, clone. What can I get ya? Meiloorun?” The vendor asked, leaning forward on his durasteel stand.

“Oh, uh, no, sir. I was wondering if you could help me find something else?”

“Whatcha lookin’ for?”

“Stickers…” he said, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks.

“Stickers? You got a kid? Didn’t think clones had children,” the vendor said as he looked at the clone quizzically.

“Ah, no. It’s…it’s for a friend.”

“A friend? Didn’t think you had those either.”

Ryder looked down, shuffling his feet slightly.

“It uh, it would mean a lot if you could help me,” he said, ignoring the vendors comment, still looking at his toes.

“Sure thing. Just keep heading down that way until you pass 9 stands on the right side. Then it’ll be right there.”

“Thank you,” Ryder said before turning and heading down to the direction he was pointed in. When he reached the booth, his eyes went wide at the options.

“Hello, friend! Looking for some stickers today?” An enthusiastic dathomirian vendor asked.

“Yeah, they’re for my friend,” Ryder explained, dragging his eyes away to look at her. She seemed friendly enough. A pang of hurt ran through him as he remembered his old dathomirian General.

“What kind are you looking for? I have lots of options. There’s animals, bugs, GAR themed, Jedi themed, holographic…” She continued to list more, all of it going in one ear and out the other for Ryder.

“Uhh, I’m not sure. I’ll just look around, if that’s alright.”

“Sure thing! Just let me know if you need help,” she nodded, moving to help another customer.

Ryder took his time studying all the different stickers. He really wanted something special, as a thanks for Pepper’s enthusiastic first sticker he had given him. It was a large “FAMILY” sticker, and it had made Ryder so happy, but all he had managed at the time was a weak smile and teary eyed nod. He wanted to make up for his lack of a response, so he decided to get Pepper some more stickers.

After a few minutes, he curiously picked out a pack that said, “scratch and sniff.”

“What are these?” Ryder asked, turning and holding them out for the vendor to see.

“Oh! Those are smelly stickers! When you scratch them, they smell!”

“Smell…good?”

“Yeah! You can also get bad smelling ones for pranks.”

“Oh, okay. I guess I’ll get all the different types of these.”

“ALL of them?” She said, her eyes going wide.

“Yeah…that’s not too much, is it?”

“Uh…no, not if you want to have a full year's supply.”

“That’s perfect! Thank you!” He said, smiling for the first time since dinner last night. The vendor quickly grabbed a bag and filled it up with all her different scratch and sniff stickers, then turned back to him.

“That’ll be 50 credits.” Ryder handed her the money and took the bag, waving as he headed back to the barracks.

~~~

“Ryder! Where have you been? You missed breakfast,” Ballast said as he walked in. “Ooooh, what’s in the bag?”

“Uh, it’s actually a surprise for Pepper,” Ryder said, causing Ballast to halt and look at him curiously.

“A surprise? Is it ready? Can I know what it is?”

“Uh, it’s not quite ready. I have to put it in a different bag first.”

“Oh, well, I know Thumbs has gift bags somewhere.”

“Okay, thanks,” Ryder said before going to find Thumbs.

“Hey, Thumbs,” he said, wandering into the room that had his bunk, “Ballast said you had some gift bags, do you think I could use one?”

“Gift bags? Sure! There’s one right over here.” He got up from his bunk and wandered over to the closet, shoving some things around, a box falling on his head before he pulled back and held a bag out triumphantly. They both watched as everything began to slowly lean forward. Thumbs quickly slammed the closet shut, stopping everything from tumbling out onto the floor.

“Thanks,” Ryder said, earning a double thumbs up from his brother. He let a small smile spread over his lips before he turned and went to his own bunk room. He sat on his bed and quickly took the packs of stickers out, putting a big label on the bag that read, “PEPPER.”

“Hey, Ryder. Ballast said you had a surprise for me?” Pepper said, walking in right as Ryder finished.

“Oh! Yeah, I just finished putting it in here,” he said, motioning to the bag. “I-I wanted to thank you for being so friendly and welcoming to me. My old battalion, I loved them, and I miss them so much, but you guys are different here. I mean, you’re even gave me my name.”

Pepper grinned widely at his brother before pulling him into a tight hug.

“Anything for fellow Lucksters!”

Ryder returned his grin, though not nearly as wide. He held out the bag for Pepper to take, watching anxiously as he stuck his hand in. He pulled it out slowly, looking down at the stickers in his hand.

“Scratch and sniff?” He questioned, looking up at Ryder.

“The vendor said that when you scratch them, they smell.” Pepper’s eyes slowly got wide as he processed Ryder’s words. His mouth dropped before he eagerly began scratching at one. He brought it up to his nose and let out a gag before smiling crazily.

“THIS IS AMAZING! IT SMELLS JUST LIKE DUNG!” He pointed at the dung sticker that he had scratched, his eyes sparkling as if he was staring at the most amazing thing in the galaxy. “THANK YOU SO MUCH RYDER!” He engulfed his brother in another rib crushing hug before pulling back and smiling evilly.

“I HAVE TO GO STICK DUNG STICKERS ON RAFFLE’S HELMET!” He said, his whole body practically vibrating in excitement before running out of the room, stickers flying out of the bag as he went. Ryder finally let a toothy grin break through, proud to have gotten such a good gift for Pepper.

“Did you get him stickers?” Ballast asked while walking in and taking note of the fallen stickers.

“Yeah, they’re a special kind. If you scratch them, they smell.”

“Maker, I bet he loved those,” Ballast laughed.

“Yeah, he does,” Ryder agreed, smiling to himself again.

@lavenderstaars @lynnpaper @foxlock @maygaladon @radbatch @oo-hazel-oo @letsunity @mango-peachjuice @lusiawonder @catboy-tech @cosmicghostie @just-another-dreamerr @longearedowlfromouterspace @generaltano @namesmox I’m sorry if I forgot some Lucky Batch members!

i’m curious reblog with ur star sign + fav icecream flavour in the tags

Clone Force 37 is looking great!!

Updated Lucky Batch!

@letsunity = CT-2002, Pepper, the “Medic” of Clone Force 37. He got his name after eating pepper spray that one time. He LOVES stickers. 

@maygaladon = CT-1313, Jackal, the ‘special’ specialist and Pilot. He’s knowledgably in very specific things and crashes more often than General Anakin Skywalker.

@foxlock= CT-3425, “Foxy”, the over-enthusiastic sharpshooter of the team. Likes to make people laugh with his antics, but has been known to be the moody one of the bunch. Quiet around new people. Sarcastic. May have “accidentally” shot at General Skywalker after someone had dared him to. Also, Foxy is a hopeless romantic. Be prepared for elbow nudges and eyebrow wiggling.

@radbatch = CT-5050, Ballast, the Mechanic. He’s a blast, mostly because half of his inventions explode.

@monako-jinn-stories = CT-0017, Ryder, he’s the weapons specialist. He provides the best weapons and teaches his batchmates how to use them. He got his name because he refuses to walk anywhere. He’s always riding something, whether it’s a speeder or a walker, he’s never using his own two legs.

@oo-hazel-oo = CT-0000, Hazel, the moral support/unlicensed therapist. Provides emotionally assistance, shooting a thumbs up every now and again.

@lusiawonder = CT- 8201, Boots, who does his very best and is the sharpshooter. 

@longearedowlfromouterspace = CT0123, Jack, the jack of all trades who tries his darn hardest and ‘accidentally’ makes things go on fire. 

@lynnpaper = CT- 2531, Captain Raffle, the only braincell left in the batch, 

@just-another-freaking-dreamer = Jedi Knight, Master Mirkenna Whiro, the Jedi who can’t Jedi so bad that they got Clone Force 37, the batch that won’t die. 

Goose the Homicidal Droid. 

Our colour is turquoise, the emblem is a three leaved clover. We were too incompetent to make it right,

We are going to smother Tumblr XD

WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?

37th Battalion (The Lucky Batch)

A little SAD “what if” scenario because my heart craves angst and I’m so sorry @lynnpaper you know i love you.

Don’t

“Don’t you dare die on me, Captain,” she said angrily, nose scrunched and eyes wet and desperate as she held him over her lap. Her hand was pressed against the wound on his stomach, trying to stop the bleeding; but blood, like every goddamn second, slipped between her fingers swiftly, unstoppable.

The clone’s quiet chuckle at her tone turned into a series of coughs, and his body shook in retaliation as he hacked up air and red liquid. Kehnla shushed him, urging him to save his stupid strength, and turned towards the nearest trooper.

“Where’s the medic?” Her voice was strained and tight as she looked at Foxy, her eyes deadly serious as they met his own.

His face was grave and dark, hand clenched on his blaster as he studied his brother’s fatal injury. “Pepper’s on his way, General, but there’s a lot of them in the way.”

She pressed her lips and watched Raffle's complexion grow paler and paler, his Force signature fading. "Hold on just a little longer, Raf, help is almost here.”

The Captain managed a pained smirk, and placed a hand on her own as she tried to keep him from bleeding out, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “It’s been an honor, General.”

“Don’t you say that,” she snapped, and oh how she wished she’d paid more attention to the healer's lesson back in the temple; how she wished that she could somehow make herself develop the Force healing skills that she’d never had the knack for.

The Jedi secretly lamented that Brisk wasn’t there, yet at the same time was so incredibly grateful her other Padawan was safe back with the rest of the battalion, away from the chaos and mayhem and pain they were trapped in. Raffle’s eyelids fluttered as exhaustion started to settle heavily on his muscles, and his vision slowly started to muddle at the edges with blurs of black.

"You can't die, Captain. That's an order," her voice was hard, imperative, and it was such an unusual thing to hear the humour and confidence vanish from her tone that the clone couldn't help but chuckle again, despite his lung's stinging protests.

He closed his eyes, half a smirk on his lips, and the stinging in his chest flared angrier. "Serious isn't a good look on you."

"Shut up and save your strength, di'kut."

His breathing had become slower, shallower, and the hand he had placed over hers reassuringly slackened and fell on the floor with a gentle tap. A soft breath left his lips, lost in the mess of emotions tangled in the air.

"Hey, hey, come on." She clenched her teeth, her throat tight and chest heavy as she held the trooper close. Her eyes stung and she saw Luna cover her mouth to stifle a sob, Rane's steadying hand on her shoulder as his lips pressed on a tight line.

No.

"I'm pulling rank here, Captain." The togruta's voice trembled as she shook his body gently, praying to every star in the galaxy that he'd open his eyes, but she knew. "Wake up, you stubborn trooper. Come on."

He was so impossibly quiet, and the beating of her heart suddenly became the only thing she could hear as she looked at his face, his signature slowly slipping from her grasp like mere wisps of smoke.

Wake up.

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