#TW: drinking

[lizleeships]

What do you do when your human charge keeps crashing on your lap and denying it the next morning?

(Yes, it's 2025 and I'm still destieling, you don't have to remind me)

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[guttedtangerines]

And all my friends, they just stay the same I'm growing up but nothing's changing

I have a lot of thoughts about how the Ed boys would turn out when they're older

•They all saved up to move in together by the time they all turned 18 and Double D and Eddy graduated high school. Eddy almost dropped out, but Ed actually did. All of them kind of idealized what it would be like to live together, but it didn't turn out the way they wanted it to.

•Their plan to move out worked out at the start and they got an apartment, but couldn't keep it. They've been constantly moving to different apartments or staying at motels since they can't always afford to stay in one place. They still haven't left Peach Creek though, and if they do they don't go very far.

•They'd still prefer it over living with their parents. Ed isn't on good terms with his parents after realizing how badly he was neglected, but is on better terms with Sarah who's nicer to him now. Double D didn't wanna have to practically live alone again. Eddy's relationship with his parents' is pretty strained and he wants to prove he won't end up like his brother.

•Eddy struggles to keep jobs, and it's usually Double D paying for the spots they stay in since he manages to actually maintain a job. Ed doesn't work and doesn't plan to, but stays with them anyway despite not paying rent. Double D and Eddy just hide him from their landlord. They usually just settle for one bedroom apartments to save money, and if Ed's too big to fit on the bed he sleeps on the couch if there is one.

•Eddy tries his best not to scam anymore since he promised himself that he'd change, but sometimes he falls back into scamming when they're in a tight spot regarding money. Double D's never happy about this, but Ed usually helps out with scams like he did before. Eddy's scams tend to work out better since he's not a kid anymore too, and he's kinda proud of it despite not wanting to be.

• I drew them to be around 22-23 in these. Ed's 6'3 and has been since high school. He got his growth spurt when he was 15. Double D's 5'10. Eddy's 5'1 and still a pipsqueak.

•Double D's been straight edge all throughout high school since he's extremely health conscious, and it persists into adulthood. Because of that, he's always their designated sitter. He heavily disagrees with how often Ed and Eddy do shit, but knows he can't always stop them. He's yanking a ciggie away from Eddy in the picture though just to try and save his lungs.

•Ed's usually the one who crosses the line a lot when it comes to any substance since he doesn't really know how much is too much. He also doesn't bother to do research or figure out what he takes. Luckily Double D's usually there to look out for him and stop him from going too far. Eddy's nowhere near as bad as Ed when it comes to substances, but there's times where he gets really drunk and ends up being a sobbing mess. Ed and Double D always stick by him while he cries it out.

•Double D got rejected from his first choice out of the list of Universities he wanted to go to and it broke him. He got accepted to the rest, but decided not to enroll just to stick around with Ed and Eddy. Double D loves them too much to actually let them go. Double D settled for going to a community college, and plans to transfer later. He regularly hangs with Kevin and Nazz while he's there, and also tutors them both when they need it.

I have more ideas of how things would turn out while they're adults, but I'll post those with other drawings to come with it 🍬

[harperonni]

Loving @modmad 's lux comic, and was inspired to draw up his fun lill outfits (I made up the beach outfit, thought it would be cute to draw him in lol)

[snail-day]

Now imagine Yuki straddling your lap, warm, thick, muscular thighs caging you beneath her as she cracks open some cheap bottle of sweet red wine. No corkscrew, of course. Says it’s a pointless tool for a girl like her. She prefers beer, gritty and bitter, but she’ll sip something sugary if it’s sticking to your lips.

She lifts the cool, dark bottle, tips it to your mouth with a crooked little smile. “C’mon, baby. Just a taste.” You do as you’re told, lips parting, eyes gazing into her hazel ones, and the wine flows in sticky and sweet, berries and honey, with something darker beneath. She hums softly, “Good girl,” she purrs, low and fond, and then she leans in, bottle long forgotten on the coffee table before kissing the rest straight off your tongue.

Her mouth is hot, tongue greedy, and you kiss her back like you’ve missed her for weeks. Wine dribbles from your chin, your jaw, splashing onto the throw below. Her hands slide into your hair with a quick tug to kiss you deeper as yours wrap around her waist, tugging her in until there’s no space left between the two of you.

One of her hands trails down, slender fingers brushing your throat, your chest, until it settles just beneath your breast. The heel of her palm presses gently, just enough to make you arch, to make you gasp into her kiss.

She starts to move her palm in slow, lazy circles. Not rushed nor desperate. Just... loving. Her thumb drawing small circles on the bud of your nipple, a soft tug here and there. Your breath hitches. Her name leaves your mouth in a whisper. She kisses the corner of your lips, your cheek, your jaw. “You’re so soft here,” she murmurs, palm gliding over the swell of your other breast, thumb grazing your nipple, the tips of her acrylics sending shivers across your skin. “You always melt for me like this.”

Your hands tremble where they clutch at her shirt, and your body starts to roll with hers, slow and shy. Both your minds in a haze of heat.

The wine’s too sweet. The throw’s stained. Your mouths are slick and stained dark, and the room smells like fruit and sweat and longing.

You both know there’s a headache waiting for you both in the morning, panties will be lost somewhere in the sheets and your alarms will be ignored.

But at least you will have each other for the night.

[justuraverageweirdo]

Those three deserve to get drunk off their asses bro

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 10

part 1 | part 9 | ao3

cw: recreational drinking

When they get to Eddie’s trailer, Steve’s mom is sitting on the couch, eyes unblinking as she watches the TV.

There’s just static on the screen.

“Steve?” she slurs when she finally realizes they’re there. Sways a little when she stands. There’s a dreamy quality to her voice, a blank look on her tired face: agreeable but distant, a smudge of campfire smoke curling far over the trees.

Double-dosed her pills again. Jesus Christ.

“Oh, Stevie, baby, it was just awful.” She reaches out for him, and he wishes he could find comfort in the way she cups his elbows with delicate hands. Wishes he could lean into her touch and offer comfort in return, but her tone is so dull and mild that bile rises in his throat. Chemical calm bullshit, and Steve has had enough.

“Ma, just…” he sighs, shrugging her off. Scrubs a hand over his face. Too young and too old for this. “Just go home, okay?” The street is quiet again, all the neighbors tucked back in their houses now that the show has run its course. He doesn’t think anyone will notice her stumbling across the road. “Get some rest. I’ll be over in a bit.”

“Sure, baby.” He leads her to the door, and she turns there on the threshold, eyes glassy and unfocused; looks through him like he’s a ghost. Then her gaze shifts around the room — the hats, the mugs, the clutter; the lived-in explosion of color that Steve’s annoyed he likes so much — like she’s just seeing it all for the first time, and absently, she murmurs, “This place is dreadful, isn’t it?”

“Mom.”

“Hmm?” she asks, but she’s already drifting out the door.

Steve’s face is on fire. He stands there for a moment, just staring dumbly out into the dark. What the hell is wrong with her??

Behind him, Eddie snorts. "Oh, she’s on the good shit, huh?”

Steve whips his head around. Eddie’s eyes are full of mirth, his dimple peeking out, and it startles a laugh out of Steve. He thinks maybe he’d take offense if he weren't so busy being mortified.

But also, like.

It is a little funny.

Or maybe it’s so unfunny that it circles back around.

“Jesus, man,” he huffs, “Sorry. I don’t— I don’t know why she…”

“S’fine,” Eddie says with a casual flick of his wrist. Seems like he means it. He rocks back on his heels, hands in his back pockets, just sort of eyeing Steve up. Assessing. Running his tongue over his lips. They're big, for a guy's. “…You want a beer?”

“Fuck.” That sounds so nice. “Yeah. Please.”

“Have a seat.”

Steve takes the offer when Eddie nods at the couch, too tired to do the whole song and dance of ‘oh heavens no, I couldn’t possibly impose.’ Who’s got the energy for that?

The couch is old. His skull thuds against the un-cushioned back when he sinks down into it, but he’s too tired to care. Worn out as the lumpy springs under his ass, the frayed fabric beneath his arm. A wave of exhaustion rattles his bones, reverberates in his teeth. He thinks he could sleep for sixteen years.

Eddie clears his throat when he comes back with the beers, a sudden cautiousness about him as he hands Steve an unopened can like Steve might claw him in return.

"Sit down," Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm not gonna bite."

Eddie makes a strangled noise. The springs bounce as he plops onto the seat beside Steve, sitting sideways with one leg up on the couch between them, his arm resting on the back. "So, ah...." He gives a wavering chuckle; pulls a lock of hair across his face to hide himself. "Is this the part where I formally apologize for trying to knife you?"

Ugh. No the fuck it isn't. Steve’s too drained for it, absolutely at capacity for more serious shit this evening, thanks; and besides that, it was...

Whatever. It's old news.

Instead of giving a real answer he reaches into his pocket, snicks his own knife open and pretends to brandish it at Eddie, asking, "Eye for an eye?"

Eddie's eyes go huge. "Dude, what the fuck??"

"Just fucking with you," Steve laughs, lifting the can up to his mouth. "But there; now we're even. Shoulda seen your face."

“Ah—!” Eddie’s jaw drops in offense. “Ex-cuse you!”

God, of course he’s more dramatic than all the kids combined.

Steve jabs the knife into his beer, pops the top and starts to chug, throat working as he gulps the whole thing down in four big sips. It tastes like frothy, bitter piss, but it's cold and it soothes the scratch in his throat.

Eddie lets out a low whistle. "Well, goddamn, Harrington."

"Is that supposed to impress me?" "You're not?"

Steve grins and wipes his mouth.

—

They get drunk pretty fast (Eddie refused to be upstaged in his own house, so one shot-gunned beer became two became four), and somewhere along the line the conversations get weird; hilarious and dumb. Saying shit just to say it, chipping away at the ice wall between them with bare fingernails.

Eddie hollers some shit like: "What are you even talking about?" and his arms fling out wide, almost spilling his beer. "The deep sea is so much scarier than the mountains!"

"Are you joking?" Steve throws back. "The mountains have, like, giant cats and shit! Birds of prey with wingspans the size of your van."

"Yeah, and the deep sea has eldritch monsters that live in volcano vents and hunt with no eyes and eat their young for fun or whatever the fuck. You ever heard of an anglerfish? Or a phantom anglerfish? Tell me that shit isn't right out of a Lovecraft story."

"A what story?"

"How am I the one who hasn’t graduated yet?"

Then later:

“Dude, Batman? Seriously?”

“He’s the world’s greatest detective!”

“He’s a greasy little weirdo. You only like him because of your whole…” Steve gestures at his tattoos.

“Whatever, Spiderfan.”

And later still:

"Okay, okay, okay. Fuck, marry, kill... Shit. Y’know this would really be easier in a town where so many people hadn’t died."

Steve grimaces at himself; expects Eddie to call him out. It’s too insensitive, too soon.

Eddie just cracks a grin and suggests, "Fuck, marry, revive?"

—

They talk for a long time. Eddie's kind of charming when he's not being a dick. A nice smile, deep laugh lines. Steve can almost see why the kids are so obsessed with him. He's never met someone so animated; feels like he's talking to a Saturday morning cartoon. The conversation mellows out after a while, and he doesn't realize he's dozed off until Eddie shakes him awake.

"Hey, man," he says, voice just above a whisper. "I'm going to bed. You're welcome to crash on the couch, but, uh,” he scratches the back of his neck, “I mean, your back is probably gonna hate you for it."

Steve rubs his fists against his eyelids and blinks himself awake. Feels jittery and weird, yanked out of the start of a bad dream. When he looks up he sees that he’s got his shoes up on the couch; and there’s dried drool on his chin, and all at once he feels embarrassed, off-balance and panicked like he missed the last step down a steep flight of stairs. Of course he's overstayed his welcome. He's being fucking rude. "My bad," he mutters as he jumps up off the couch. Stands up way too fast, makes his vision tilt and swirl. "I'll get out of your hair."

Eddie reaches for his arm. "Dude,” he says, “you're fine. You can stay if you want.”

Steve moves out of his hold. “Nah, get some sleep; I’ll see ya around.”

Eddie frowns at him, a little furrow between his brows, and somehow Steve feels like he’s in the wrong, like Eddie isn’t the one who just kicked him out.

Like maybe Steve’s just running away for a second time in one night. Always back and away, this guy.

Who's the fucking coward now?

—

part 11

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[shintycoon]

Mario: *drinking* It-a not fair. Why would Nintendo do this to me.

Issei: *cleaning a glass* That rough buddy. I rooted for you two since I was a kid.

Mario: Forty years of me saving the Princess just for Nintendo to screw me over and make us really good friends.

Jaune: Especially with all those times with her kissing you alot.

Mario: They made me broke up with Pauline and retcon us for Cranky Kong, some lady, and my Grandfather was the one doing all of that in our arcade era. *chugs beverage*

Izuku: Mr. Mario, I think you have enough.

Mario: I tell you WHEN I HAVE ENOUGH! *continue chugging*

Izuku: Jaune.

Jaune: On it. *aura amp him*

Issei: Maybe you can get back with Pauline?

Mario: I can't. Nintendo made us sign a contract for us to not to get back together because it will ruin the damsel of distress stereotype. Another.

Issei: Mario. I don't think I can.

Mario: ANOTHER!

Issei: Okay. Here.

Mario: Forty year of nothing but the same thing over and over.

Luigi: Bro it time to come home.

Mario: Not bow Luigi, not until I can forget this pain.

Luigi: It not going to go away. Let a go. *Drag him out* Put it on my Tab.

Issei: Okay.

Luigi put Mario in the passenger seat and drove off.

Issei: Poor Mario. If I was him I would just quit.

Jaune: I can't imagine that type of pain.

Issei: For Mario. *took a shot*

Jaune: For Mario! *does it*

Izuku: We don't even work here. Why are you back there, Issei.

Issei: Shush, just drink. *give him a shot*

[sadhornydemons]

[trucbiduleschouettes]

Was thinking about Efi pre-campaign again today and then a line in a song made me think of this scene

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[watchyourbuck]

New 7x04 drinking game: take a shot every time Buck invades Tommy’s personal space before he even knows he’s attracted to him

[sofiaruelle]

Oh wow, I was not expecting a whole drawing of them trying the dance and falling around. It's very beautifully done, I rmmbr just staring in awe for a while at first 🩵

I have another odd question about the she trio/ass gang, which u don't have to draw

Cause I saw a little video of Harvey going hard; dancing to MiseryxCPR(xReese's Puffs) and it had me laughing for a long while, and I wondered who would be the ones singing the song if say the stardrop saloon had some kind of karaoke night

My head tells me both Sam and Abagail would end up doing Reeses's puffs, but that would leave one of the other songs without a host :/

Harvey would probably end up saying stuff about how cpr doesn't require mouth-to-mouth anymore or smthn, and Shane probably worried Marnie would walk in-or just, too drunk off his ass having fun to care 🤔

nah man i just have to draw them. and oh look I even have another essay under readmore! 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

✨Also my commissions are open! ✨ if anyone is interested! :D< please reblog/share the og comm sheet ,if you can! it would help me a lot thank you!!!

Honestly i can imagine them all just being pissed drunk before attempting to sing the song😂. i know fersure the SHE trio would require more liquid courage for it (heck even to join/start a kareoke sesh!)

Shane gives of major Kareoke Tito (uncle) vibes~. Yknow that one tito who specifically sings “My Way” by Frank Sinatra and has a bunch of classic rock songs under his belt. He’s not good at singing perse but he can at least carry a tune. He and Sebastian would totally connect with singing Misery. but like Shane vaguely knows the song (he’s heard it on radio a bajillion times but he doesnt know the name of the song so its not quite on his playlists) so he when he’s super sloshed and can barely read the screen, he tries to sing it from memory and misses a couple of the words. but hey! at least he knows the chorus and is in tune.

Meanwhile Sebastian has Misery “secretly” on his go to playlist. He doesnt admit it (the songs is too main stream and overplayed but he stumbled upon a vocaloid cover and rest is history.) He definitely always chooses the song every kareoke sesh (although not his first choice) and he’s passionate about it even has a little performance too(lots of head bangs, fist pumps and that classic 2000s disney knees bent together, feet wide apart moment)! For his duet with shane he’s the first to shed a lil tear and that gets shane going and they cry through most of the song in their own lil misery world ignoring the chaos around them.

Sam is a fucking menace for singing CPR and I do agree He and Abigail would go off on Reese’s Puff BUT i can definitely imagine being commited to singing CPR (we all know he’d awkwardly twerk). Especially if it was to troll on Harvey who probably thought it was a wholesome song about doing CPR at a specific BPM. 😂

Harvey good lird poor harvey! He’s probably the most sober out of everyone. It doesnt help that he’s no light weight + lowkey becomes designated baby sitter everytime (he’s soooooooo going charge them extra in the morning if they come stumbling into his clinic asking for some hangover cure). He was so excited about adding a new song to CPR tempo list he was gonna teach at the nex first aid classes!! Who would have thought that a singer with a cute wholesome name like Cupcakke was just so… sooooo SCANDALOUS!!! He should have known Sam was up to something the moment he grabbed him by the shoulder!!! “This is medical malpractice, Samson!!!” He spends the whole trying to sush Sam who’s having so much fun laughing at Harvey’s reaction 😂

Abigal. F e r a l.

Help! Elliot has fallen over! He honestly just has a mild peanut allergy but he has been drinking and hooo boi. thats not good. thank goodness Harvey is sobered up (with the help of Sam ofc) and has an epipen on hand! Catch Leah cackling from her seat by the bar before assisting Harvey.

[here-comes-the-moose]

One of my headcanons is that Echo can drink pretty much anyone under the table. The Bad Batch saw this for the first time they went out and were calling Rex like “should we bring him to the hospital???”

[ruthlessness69]

here Poseidon a drink just for ya, but you can give some to ody but this stuff is suuuuppr strong, so enjoy!

(Love your art by the way, just amazing!)

Why thank you!!! But... I should warn ya.......

Poseidon can't drink. Well, he is able to do it, but it never ends up well 🥲 Ody is a way better drinker ahahah

Posy would get drunk pretty easily, would take his monstrous form and would go to horrify every living soul, singing "Ruthlessness" in a drunken voice. Ody would need some help to calm him down :')

p.s. sorry this sketch is so messy, I have literally zero time lately 😭

p.p.s. I can SEE all the horny asks you guys send me, BE PATIENT. And also wait for further chapters of "the Man and the Sea", ohoho~

[kneelingshadowsalome]

König doesn't drink wine. He likes beer very much, enjoys the shit out of a nice pils, bock or lager. He rarely drinks any spirits/pure booze and if you give him something too sweet, like a vodka mixer or a long drink he might throw up later. It just doesn't work for him. (Somehow Radler is ok)

Doesn't like tobacco or cigars, the smell of smoke makes him nauseous. Thinks himself weak for not having a system built for cigs and heavy drinking, his pals always drink him under the table even if he drinks only beer.

Also his tummy is sometimes upset :(

[yolexxx]

Tsams comic Pt.2

Pt.1

[mayrine]

They are both drinking their favorite juices, berry and grape juice respectively