sandwiches and sunsets

I’ve come up with a stupid pony AU where I replace the mane 6 with background ponies just like’s been done a 1000 times before but regardless it’s taken over my pony muse and i love it now i just need to actually watch EqG and see Sunset in action

next up, probably Twilight, Rarity and Pinkie.


Carpenter’s Sandwich Stand at 6285 West Sunset Boulevard and Vine Street in Los Angeles, CA, certainly was not the first drive-in, but the management apparently knew how to do it right. The octagonal-shaped wood frame building is topped by a neon sign, with four levels of conventional signage below it. The ground level walls and counter are decorated with ceramic tile.

The publicity images taken in 1932 show the complete facility, staff, and the restrooms in a separate building on the far-left. Sandwiches varied in price from 15 cents up to 25 cents for a “Sirloin Steak Sandwich.” A full line of beverages including “Ben-Hur” coffee were offered along with deserts. Carpenter’s also had a “Barbecue Pit” located at Wilshire and Western Avenues.

There is an interesting mix of mid-1920s through 1932 cars in the parking lot. On the far-left and behind Carpenter’s are two automotive service establishments. 

Klaine fic - “Time for Love: Chapter 1/4 - Midnight Rendezvous” (Rated NC17)

A few nights a week, Blaine comes to Kurt’s window and begs Kurt to let him in. After what Blaine did, after what he’s become, Kurt wants him to simply disappear so he can go on with his life. But that’s hard when Blaine is still his one true love, regardless of what form he’s taken. (1391 words)

A/N: I am going to add notes for this as the chapters go up and the story unfolds. But for this first chapter, just know that there’s a twist to what’s going on here, and thus, a mention of blood. It’s not gory, just, there it is. Proceed with caution. I will not take responsibility for someone being triggered because they felt unprepared. This is a re-write.

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Kurt …”

Kurt hears the eerie hiss of Blaine’s voice through the closed window of his bedroom. It’s harsh and raspy, like the blood-chilling sigh of a cobra as it spreads its hood and mesmerizes its prey. Kurt lies completely still, the way he would if he were being pursued by a snake, in the hopes that Blaine will think he’s asleep and go away.

It doesn’t work.

It never does.

“Ku-urt … open the window, Kurt …”

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Dallon Weekes x Reader : Blind Date

A/N: thank you so much guys! you’re the best! sorry, school is starting and i might get a little behind, but i promise i’ll stay active as much as i can. requests are always open, and feel free to message me if you want. :) love you all and hope you enjoy

“Come on y/n,” your best friend Kenny tried to persuade you. “Dallon is a great guy. I’m sure you’ll love him.”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship right now.”

“He’s good looking, tall, funny, talented, he plays instruments, and he’s single. I think you guys would be good together, you just have to give him a chance. You’d love him,” Kenny insisted.

“I told you Kenneth Harris, I’m not interested in getting into a relationship right now,” you argued.

“Yes, you are,” he rolled his eyes. “You’ve been complaining about being single for over a month and now all of a sudden when I actually find you a guy, you turn me down. You haven’t even met him!”

“Exactly,” you put your hands on your hips. “I haven’t met him, I don’t even know him, and I’m not going to date a complete stranger.”

“Well he won’t be a stranger once you meet him,” he reminded. “Come on.”

“No, you’re being ridiculous,” you shook your head.

“It’s a blind date,” Kenny explained. “And besides, I already told Dallon you said yes, and he made reservations for the two of you tomorrow. Friday night at a fancy restaurant in the city, just the two of you. Listen, if you don’t have a good time, I’ll give you ten bucks. Deal?”

“Make it twenty,” you decided.

“Okay,” he complied. “Just give him a chance though. Dallon’s a sweet guy.”

“I will,” you reassured. “I’m just nervous, that’s all. If he’s really the amazing person you make him out to be, then I’m starting to think I might not even deserve him.”

“Don’t sweat it,” he put a hand on your shoulder. “You and Dallon are the perfect match. You just have to wait and see.”

That night you went to the restaurant hesitantly, walking in and going to the receptionist table. “Hi, reservation for two, Weekes?” you wondered.

“He’s been waiting,” the waitress replied with a smile. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t too long.”

“I was late?” you cringed.

“No, he was early,” she whispered. “Don’t worry. And have fun.”

She led you to a table where an absolutely gorgeous man was sitting. You looked down at what you were wearing and started to doubt if it was fancy enough. He was dressed in a tuxedo, wearing all black, his brown hair styled nicely. He was so handsome. His shiny blue eyes and a small smile on his lips, tall and lean, absolutely amazing. It took your breath away. Kenny was right, Dallon was perfect for you. Well, so far anyways. “Hi,” you waved, sitting down across from him.

“Hi,” he waved back. “I’m Dallon.”

“Y/n,” you introduced.

“Kenny was right,” he laughed. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Nah, you’re better than what Kenny described you to be,” you joked.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” he raised his eyebrows.

“It’s a good thing,” you smiled.

“Well-” he began to speak, but when he reached for his glass of water it toppled over, and you both backed out of your seats instinctively. “Sorry!”

“It’s okay,” you chuckled.

“I’m clumsy,” he frowned. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” you shook your head. “I’m a bit of a klutz myself.” A waiter came by and sat you guys at a different table while he cleaned up the mess.

“I guess I’m just nervous,” Dallon shrugged.

“It’s okay, I sort of am too,” you admitted.

The rest of the dinner you two spent talking about your favorite music, some of your favorite TV shows, and also things you loved to do and places you wanted to visit. While you spoke about how you discovered your favorite bands, Dallon explained how life was like as a musician, traveling and touring with the band. During the dinner also, you both had little mistakes and slip ups, which you actually thought was cute. Whether it was his appetizer falling on the floor or table or how he accidentally drank out of your glass instead of his it was all clumsy and adorable. You also had a couple silly mistakes, but it was all good. It only showed each other that you both weren’t flawless, and you both had your own little quirks and personalities, and it was sweet. Dallon seemed extremely nice, and when you both decided to just ditch the stupid dinner and go eat something else at his house, the car ride back you listened to your favorite songs.

When you got to his house, you both walked to the kitchen. “How does peanut butter and jelly sandwiches sound instead?” Dallon asked. “I mean, it’s not quite as fancy as the food we could’ve eaten, but it’s a timeless delicious classic.”

“It sounds great,” you smiled.

You both sat in the grass of his backyard beside the sunset, munching on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. “You’re really nice,” Dallon remarked. “I think I really like you.”

“Me too,” You nodded. “Kenny was actually right about something for once.”

“Why? What did he say?” Dallon wondered.

“He said we would be the perfect match,” you explained. “And I’m starting to think that we might be.”

“You think?” Dallon raised an eyebrow.

“I know,” you responded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I think you missed,” Dallon frowned.

“What do you mean?” you asked, and Dallon kissed you on the lips, and pulled away.

“You missed my lips,” he gave a sly smile. “You want to kiss me, do it right sweetheart.”

“You’re silly,” you shook your head laughing. “And you taste like peanut butter.”

“Is that a good thing?” he joked.

“It’s a great thing,” you rolled your eyes.

“I feel like a little kid,” Dallon chuckled eating his sandwich. “I haven’t had one of these in forever.”

“Me too,” you agreed as you took a bite. “I forgot how much I liked them.”

“I know it’s not the classiest meal, but it’s pretty tasty,” Dallon shrugged.

“It’s perfect,” you reassured.

You both finished your sandwiches and then watched the sunset, and when it started to get dark, you both went inside. “My house isn’t the biggest or the fanciest, but it’s pretty nice,” he explained.

“I love it,” you remarked. You walked around and then spotted a guitar by his couch. You picked it up and examined it and then walked over to Dallon. “Can you play me a song?”

“Really?” he asked quizzically.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I want to hear you sing.”

“No you don’t,” he laughed.

“Yeah I do,” you insisted. “I bet you’re great.”

“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “I can try though.”

“Play me one of your songs,” you begged as you both sat on the couch and he strummed a couple chords.

“This is kind of an old one, it’s from when I was still in the band The Brobecks,” Dallon explained. “But I like it, and I think you’d like it too, so I’ll play it.”

“Okay,” you smiled.

He plucked out a melody and strummed a couple chords, then cleared his throat and began to sing. “Could this be love at first sight or should I walk by again?” he started, and your heart fluttered. You had heard this song before, and it was one of your favorites. He kept singing, his voice beautiful, and you stared at him and he smiled at you, still singing and you began to sing along with him towards the end. When he finished, strumming a couple chords and laughing, you grinned at him.

“That was great,” you told him. “I loved it.”

“It wasn’t much,” he shrugged.

“I thought it was amazing,” you beamed.

“You don’t have too bad of a voice yourself,” he raised his eyebrows.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” you chuckled.

You finished the night cuddled on the couch and drinking Dr. Pepper, which Dallon insisted to be one of the best sodas on the face on the planet, and eventually fell asleep in his arms. When you woke up, you had to go to work, and Dallon gave you a kiss on the forehead, wished you the best of luck, and you both decided on a dinner date later than evening. Well, if eating hamburgers in the backyard counted as a dinner date.

You were driving to your job when you got a phone call. You expected it to be Dallon, but when you picked up the call, it wasn’t. It was Kenny. “Hey y/n,” he greeted. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much,” you replied. “Getting to work. How about you?”

“I’m at Guitar Center,” he responded. “So should I get my twenty dollars out now or later?”

“Never,” you answered. “I think you can keep the twenty dollars for a very long time.”

“Really now?” he laughed. “I take it last night went well then?”

“Best night of my entire life,” you told him. “I love Dallon.”

“I’m glad,” Kenny sighed. “I thought you two would get along well.”

“We did,” you agreed. “He’s great, so sweet, and an amazing musician.”

“You heard him play?” he wondered.

“Yup, he’s awesome,” you chuckled.

“So do you think you guys will be around for a while?” Kenny inquired.

“A very long time,” you responded.

“Then my work here is done,” Kenny decided. “Now if I could just find a person crazy enough to date Brendon…”

“Good luck with that one,” you laughed. “I think I’ll be with Dallon for while.”

“I hope so,” he replied. “I knew you two would be a perfect match. See? The blind date didn’t go bad after all?”

“Yeah I guess you’re right,” you admitted. “You got me this time, Kenny.”

“I’m just happy you’re happy,” he chuckled. “So when’s the next date?”

“Tonight,” you answered.

“Wow,” Kenny responded. “Not wasting any time, huh?”

“Nope,” you answered. “But we’re still taking things slow.”

“That’s good,” he agreed. “I got to go. But I wish you and Dallon the best. I think you two will get along very well. Maybe even get married if you stick around long enough.”

“Believe me,” you reassured. “I’ll be around for a long time as long as it’s with Dallon. I don’t think I’d ever want anyone else. He’s perfect.”

“I know he is,” Kenny added. “If he wasn’t, then I wouldn’t have let him date you.”

“Thanks Kenny,” you smiled.

“Anytime y/n,” he told you. “I hope this works out for you.”

“I hope it does too,” you nodded.

“I think it will though,” Kenny whispered. “Two perfect people means one perfect relationship, right?” He hung up before you had a chance to say anything else, and then you just smiled, thinking about everything he said. Dallon was perfect. Perfect for you.

Cheese: Come along, Boneless Two. We’ve got places to be and things to see. On to the next party.

And with that, Cheese Sandwich trotted off into the sunset, Boneless Two on his back. 

Every pony was a little shocked to see him go like this. It was rather sudden. Even Discord was a little sad to see him go, and he hardly knew much about him until a few hours ago.

Pinkie: You know… I never did get that pony’s name.

Rest of Main Cast: Cheese Sandwich!

Pinkie: Oh, yeah!

Pinkie giggled some, but every pony else was either unimpressed or annoyed. Discord had just about enough and was considering just walking away. Keira was too dumbfounded by Pinkie Pie to even form a real reaction, so she just facehoofed herself and shook her head. All in all, it had been a great day for every pony.