Shiro: *scolding Pidge and Keith* For the last time, you can’t go around picking fights with random people because they said something bad about Lance!
Pidge: But—!
Shiro: No buts! I know you want to–
Random alien passing nearby: Sincerely, I don’t understand why that boy Lance is still part of Voltron… He seems very useless to me.
Shiro:… *eyebrow twitch*
Keith:… *smirks at Shiro*
Shiro:…
Shiro: New rules: just don’t kill anyone and give them Hell. *points at random alien* Let’s go!
OR, maybe, just maybe, and hear me out here, MAYBE the actual reason is that not as many people in this day and age feel a pressing urge to spend money on mediocre food at an exploitative business just because some boobs are under a t-shirt in the same room?
This promise was an exciting novelty only to a pre-internet and wealthier generation which simultaneously felt far less shame in leering at or catcalling women but far more shame in looking at porn. Hooters was softcore pseudo burlesque for married Christian men and the culture permitting its success will likely never be repeated and shouldn’t be.
Hooters always seemed really weird for me for this exact reason. It’s like this bizarre fusion of strip club and family restaurant that no one asked for. The food isnt great, everyone is fully clothed, even the staff exists in a creepy limbo where they’re not actually strippers, but they’re only there because of their tits. Its like if someone decided to turn exploitation into a chain restaurant.
Millennials go to an actual strip club or burlesque show if that’s what they’re into, and then to a good wings bar after. There’s no need for a completely mediocre combination of the two
How dare they accuse us of not liking boobs. How dare
Once upon a time I worked in this little burger/coffee/ice cream shop and a lady came in one winter and asked if we had a caramel apple drink and we were like ‘well we have cider’ and she was like ‘no I don’t remember what it’s called but this place made a drink that was chai tea, apple cider, and caramel’ and Breezy offered to try and make something for her but she changed her mind and left so Breezy and I were like ‘alright let’s try this’ because we had chai tea, instant cider mix, a shit ton of caramel, instant hot water from the espresso and too much free time.
And let me tell you it was delightful. It tastes like watching the leaves changing color and dancing in the wind. It tastes like picking out pumpkins and gourds and fresh apples at the farm up north. It tastes like witches and freedom.
I make it every year now and this year I walked in the house on the morning of October first with all the ingredients and shouted ‘FALL DRINK’ and my roommates were like ‘????’ so I made them Fall Drink and now every time they get home from work they’re like ‘Fall Drink pls?????’
Anyway I remember literally nothing else about that woman but I’m very grateful to her.
for anyone wondering about proportions/etc here’s op’s answer from the repiles:
Even with your threatening words, I saw the kindness in your eyes
Dragon!Shiro + Altean!Paladin!Lance for @monstertronexchange to the talented @crafty-scrafty! I adore all your prompts but i really live for some OG fantasy love story! It was super fun to draw this, and i hope you like it!
I have some ideas of how this continues, but it’s up for everyone to interpret it!(Click for better quality!)
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