#beer charm

[hjonko]

The first thing I thought of after watching Epic Winter (for the 20th time)

also ik they look weird im still trying to figure out how to draw them leave me alone >:[

is this a hyperfixation?

probably! 😋😋😋

do I think about daring charming post-epic winter way too much?

…what are you a narc? 😶‍🌫️

[prettyboyscreamqueen]

in the secret good supernatural in my head the winchesters are mexican and there's so much mexican catholic imagery and sam and dean compete to see who can open their mazapán without breaking it and dean is fiercely protective over selena and sam has to bite his tounge whenever they do cases in texas so he doesn't tell everyone that texas belonged to mexico first, actually

[ratatatastic]

i know ive called mikksy a white girl drunk but that did not mean he could go ahead and dance like one too... OH oh girl...

6.27.24 (x)(x)

[brawlite]

ok update, we have made dinner and it was great: fried squash blossoms stuffed with sheep cheese and chives. tandoori style lobster mushrooms and chicken with a sheep yogurt and toasted cumin dipping sauce. and some crispy purple okra. hell yeah.

love to kind of eat along with whatever's looking good at the farmers market. keeps it interesting!

(tandoori lobster mushroom recipe from the cookbook shroom, by becky selengut, with double the sauce and subbing sheep milk yogurt for cow's milk yogurt.)

[soullessjack]

every day this episode haunts me

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

BG3 / Snow White

Headcanon: Tav eats one of Auntie Ethel's poisened apples at the sunlit wetlands and Astarion has to do some fairytale prince stuff.

Is anyone going to write this fanfic idea or do I have to do it myself?

[charmwasjess]

Super fun weekend at the music festival despite the 100F degree heat!

Traveling the first half of this month, I really missed my friends, and it was incredibly good to have the grimy intimacy of camping together at a 5K person festival: stacked together in a too-small tent, feeding each other sips of beer and water, hands to hold on the way home from the dancing.

The best music I heard was Tall Tall Trees which is a one man psychedelic banjo act (I know but seriously it was amazing) The best thing I ate was this steak my friend cooked on a camp stove - I don't even really like steak, but he's one of those people who make an artistry out of cooking it. The best thing I drank was a really tart, really super cold blackberry cider. My favorite thing was probably our little space: it was less attended than in years past so we were able to spread out with a few canopies and made a beautiful little camp for ourselves with rugs and tapestries and flowers from my garden.

[magicalshopping]

♡ Corona Michelada Keychain by CraftyCultura ♡

[softquietsteadylove]

Hey could I ask for a Thenamesh human au were Thena is raising her little sisters (Sersi and Sprite) after their parents die and Gilgamesh is her co-worker who finds her having a mini breakdown and comforts her? Kinda slow burn-ish and no smut if possible

"Sorry!"

Thena pressed even harder on her eyebrows, sure she would get bruises from it. Maybe then she might actually get medical clearance for time off. "It's fine."

"I didn't mean-"

"It's fine!" she snapped at him again, shifting to swipe at the corners of her eyes and wipe the tears onto her fingertips and then on the sleeves of her cardigan. "I was just...looking for something."

But all she heard was the door shutting gently.

Thena sighed, picking her head up and looking around the shelves. All that was in here was extra paper and printer ink. "Gil, I'm fine."

Gil was sweet, if a little too sweet. He went out of his way for people, which their firm really discouraged. But he was going into family law, which was easy to tell from the 'everything' about him.

"Yeah, I just, uh," she heard him shuffle around before finally turning to glare at him. Her glower was usually strong enough to scare away anyone else. He pointed at the shelf of toner. "Printer."

She closed her eyes, feeling the throbbing in her head from her coffee and the twitch in her eyes from her need for sleep. But they had a lot of contracts to examine, and Sersi was in the middle of the soccer season, which meant she didn't even get home until 6, which pushed dinner to 7 and that said nothing about homework and getting Sprite to bed at a decent hour.

"Um," Gilgamesh gulped, tugging at the suit he was wearing. It was standard attire for the firm, of course, but she always imagined he had a hard time finding suits to really fit him. Perhaps he needed shirts and Jackets in one fitting and trousers in a smaller one. "How was Sersi's game?"

She whipped her head up at him, and she must have looked ready for murder by the way he flinched. "What?"

He went stiff as a board, practically pressing his back to the door. "S-Sersi--your sister, you said she had a soccer game on friday. H-How did it go...if that's okay."

Right, friday; she had rushed home from work, still with half a day's work to complete, picked up Sprite, gotten her not to gripe all through grocery shopping, bundled her up for Sersi's game, which was a loss, and it was a hard loss, and Sersi got a few scrapes and bruises, so then they were both a little cranky for the start of the weekend, and of course that meant she didn't actually get any work done-

"Thena?"

She blinked, feeling as if she had gone somewhere else entirely. This was getting ridiculous. She just needed coffee, she reasoned. Even more coffee. She shook her head.

"Hey," he whispered, not moving from the door to let her out, despite her moving closer. "Are you okay? I know you're...I know you've got a lot on your plate."

A lot on her plate? She had that already with this job and the beginnings of her career. Her student debt alone would be more than a full plate.

That was before handling a joint funeral, and counselling for her sisters, and getting them back to school, and a full year of them not being themselves. And then, when they finally seem to be getting better, both of them start having the worst time with school in their lives.

Or maybe their mother was just better at dealing with it than Thena could say for herself. And while their father wasn't exactly her favourite person, let alone parent, her first year of filing her taxes with two dependants was enough for her to look into a decent accountant for this year.

"Listen, I know you've got this under control," Gil continued, visibly worried about saying the wrong thing. "I know you're tougher than I could ever imagine."

She really didn't know about that.

"But if you need--I mean, if you ever want a hand with anything, or even just logistics, or carpooling or something," he suggested, losing confidence with every new idea. His massive shoulders drooped and he gave her those big, sad puppy dog eyes that always got him the best desk and the best cases and the best lunch, "just let me know, y'know?"

Thena gulped. Heat rose up in her as the horror of her tears resurfaced. She was done crying. It was the middle of the work day. She didn't have time for this. This had never been an issue before.

Can we have lasagne?

Just that simple text from Sprite had set her off. Because Sprite loved lasagne--she loved their mother's lasagne. And for an entire year Sprite couldn't even stand hearing the word, let alone the sight of it. And to have her ask for it, when they all knew that Thena was somehow the worst cook of all three of them.

Gil blinked as Thena dropped her head, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her hand over her eyebrows again. His hands hovered around her, never crossing the last few inches of boundary she held.

Thena was just as shocked as she leaned froward and her forehead met something firm. But she couldn't choke it all back, a squeak escaping her as her tears dropped to the musty old storage closet carpet below.

"Hey," he whispered soothingly. Of course the bastard was great at comforting people too. Why wouldn't he be? Why wouldn't he be so completely perfect? "It'll be okay."

She usually hated when people spoke so certainly. Because what did they know? What assurance did they have? But Gil meant well. He only ever meant well. Her breathing slowed and she realised she was truly letting him embrace her. What an unfortunate turn this had taken. But he was warm, and he smelled nice. And it felt nice when he rubbed her back.

Gil let her pull away, not making a grand affair out of the whole thing. He brushed away a few more tears of hers, "you okay?"

She nodded. She was far, far from it. But she could probably get through the rest of the work day without humiliating herself further. Her throat felt dry as a bone. "Thank you."

Gil tilted his head at her. He did give off the first impression that he would be some meathead, into his own looks and loud and brash and hypermasculine. But he was kind, he was considerate of others and his good nature only made him more sensitive to those around him. "I mean it, Thena, if there's anything you need at all."

He was one of only a few who even knew about her sisters. She didn't really go around announcing her past, and she wasn't one for keeping precious personal keepsakes on her desk either. But Gil had once seen her phone light up with a notification and asked who the girls on her lockscreen were.

And as much as she could have told him to mind his own business - and he would have, knowing him - it seemed worse to ignore it. So she had told him about her sisters, and how she had basically acquired them as children, as far as the state was concerned.

The biggest advantage to Gilgamesh knowing about her duties outside the office was that he was her biggest defender whenever she couldn't make events outside of work. Of course a lot of deals happened out of the office as well as in, and being able to seal those deals came with the job. But Gil always had an excuse ready for her when she couldn't join them for drinks after work, or make a round of golf or two on sunday morning.

He smiled as she finally picked her head up. "There she is."

She chose to ignore that. She sniffled, dabbing at her eyes again. If anyone asked her if she was okay once she stepped out of this closet, she might commit an act worthy of termination. "Thanks."

"Any time," he shrugged. He still didn't leave. "I saw you get up from your desk. I thought-"

Silence came over him, perhaps at the admission that he had all but followed her here. Any other coworker and she would have her keys in her hand and a knife with his car's name on it. But only Gilgamesh could say something like that and have it be just as innocent as he meant it.

"Sorry," he concluded, having discouraged himself yet again. He blushed.

She truly was a bitch of epic proportions to inspire this level of fear from the sweetest man alive, she gathered. Usually that wasn't a problem, of course, but just this once: it was undeserved. "That's nice of you, Gil."

That seemed to surprise him even more than walking in on her crying in the closet.

She finally reached for the doorknob, and Gil nearly leapt out of her way. She headed back to her desk, with the same papers in hand as when she had first gone in. At least at her desk, she could take a breath. Her computer was still open on emails, she set the papers beside her.

Of course

She replied to Sprite, although if she got more texts she was just going to tell her not to text in class.

If her sister wanted lasagne, then she would find a way to make it happen. Affection was not her most polished skill, but love needed no polishing. If her baby sister wanted lasagne, she would have it.

If only she weren't a horrendously bad cook.

Sersi was decent, but she only ever let her help when Sersi herself seemed eager to do so, and that was usually on weekends. And Ajak was an excellent cook. Her handwritten recipes alone would not help Thena actually produce the promised product.

Thena picked up her phone again. She scrolled until she could select the contact in her phone. Perhaps it was silly to text him when his desk was in sight of hers. She was just in a closet with the man. But she selected his name and typed.

Can you make lasagne?

[ozwuv]

Shinjiro,,, tummy,,, yes,,,

so true anon i'm literally always saying this

[fieriframes]

['CAUSE, HEY, THE RECIPE'S ONLY ABOUT A HUNDRED YEARS OLD. YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED MUCH. NO, ORIGINAL BAR. A BEER COOLER AND EVERYTHING. THE BEER COOLER WAS BUILT BY MY GRANDFATHER'S COUSIN. STILL STAYS COLD. THAT'S THE ORIGINAL CASH REGISTER--WORKS LIKE A CHARM. WOW.]

[hunting-songs]

After a hard day at work, Kurapika smiled softly to himself when he found Senritsu. He hesitated for a few seconds, but then finally made up his mind. He wanted to relax for a moment and have fun, trying to put the day he'd had behind, and with her he felt comfortable and felt like he could be himself. Approaching from behind, he leaned slightly, getting closer to her ear with a soft but slightly deep tone and simulating a gentleman's tone "Is this seat taken? Please, tell me, miss, ❛ do you believe in love at first sight or should i walk by again? ❜" Letting out a soft but honest laugh, Kurapika took the seat next to her, winking at her in amusement to make her understand that he was joking. "Sorry, ❛I have had a really bad day and it always makes me feel better to see a pretty woman smile. So would you smile for me?❜" Reaching her hand, he approached to kiss its back, but as soon as his lips made barely perceptible contact with her skin, he smiled and moved away slightly.

The autumnevening made long streaks of warm, deep golden sunlight fall into the small hotelkitchen. It was quiet, the staff had finished their shift for today, the streets outside were yet not screaming with the evening-rush-hour and when Senritsu walked barefoot into the kitchen and took a beercan out of the freezer, her fingers nimbly openign it was the only loud sound she was hearing in the building. When she had finishd her own shift, Senritsu had slipped in the baggy band-t-shirt and shorts she usually wore for sleeping and for a few moments that felt like paradise she sat in that kitchen by the table, with the cool beercan in her small hand, the quietness of the kitchen stroking comfortably around her ears, and the warmth of the sunlight warming her back that made her feel like a lazy cat laying contentedly purring in the sun. For a few moments the woman just sat there quietly and enjoyed it to the fullest. Senritsu looked up from her now halfempty beercan, when she heard Kurapikas footsteps on the corridor coming towards her. She heard the tentativeness in his tiered heartbeat and couldn´t help a worried frown drawing a long line between her big eyes over that. Then she listened as this tentativeness turned into a careful, so careful, playfulness when he eventually approached her by the kitchebtable to start his little game.

Her short fingers tapped a sweet little melody against the top of the beercan, while she listened with a amused shimmer in her dark eyes to Kurapikas smoothly delivered pick-up-lines. The young woman bit her lips to not burst out into laughters, instead she played along with his joke just as smoothly: "Mhmmmmmmm My, how radiant must be my beauty to attract such sweet words from a handsome strangers lips. How could I not smile for this handsome stranger. Trouble never looked so fine, indeed. But to my shame I must say- I do not believe in Love at first sight, in fact I do believe that Love is a decision one has to make." Senritsus melodic voice was nothing but a sweet purr carassing along th mans ears like loving fingers. The Music-Hunter knew what she was doing with her voice, and she knew what she was doing when she slightly leaned forward. Her fingers carefully shoved the beercan away over the table and the hand Kurapika had been holding gently moved around, holding his hand while her thumb stroked as light as a feather along his skin with just enough slight pressure so her nail left a line of a alluring tickling sensation on his skin. The womans dark grey eyes, shimmering like polished silverjewelery in the low sunlight, found his : "And right now, I think I just made a decision, what a sweet coincidence for both of us. After all, as you said you had a bad day so if you’re feeling down, i can feel you up." The Musician lasted exactly half a minute before little chuckles started to break through her melodic humm of a voice and she looked to the side giggling with laughingtears in her big eyes. [ @skarletchains ]

[im-goin-mad]

hot guitarist: i don't care

me: shhh they don't know that i know this hack

me:

[ratatatastic]

it will never not surprise me how much footage there is of luosty being a drunk menace and trying to steal alcohol off his teammates. on this edition of mikksy is the victim this time and he does in fact get knicked of two tinnies 😭😭😭

its okay mikksy gets his beer in the end (hes sat where theres a box full of em at his feet and he bends down to collect some and its why luosty feels so comfortable stealing from him its because hes lazy and its easier to just take from mikksy than to bend around him to get it XD)

Panthers Championship Parade | 6.30.24 (x)

[noirtek]

i’m going to the club tonight with my fellow alcoholic friend let’s pray i don’t wake up in a bush or try to fight him

[blackandwhlteaesthetlc]

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥