#cass beer

[pokeberry5]

thug beatdown round 2: electric boogaloo

(extras, cw flashing gif:)

alt:

the fit:

[datura-tea]

i went to the beach for the weekend and it was a lot of fun even though i kept getting washed out by the waves haha so now im imagining a beach day for moz and friends :)

[vibinwiththefrogs]

I've kinda wondered about choosing a different name to go by in Japanese and Korean, because my name doesn't really transfer well since it has a "see" or a "ss" sound in it

[dont-justdont]

im gonna be honest with yall at some point around season 11 or something i just assumed destiel was canon and genuinely forgot for a second that they werent and i was very confused when dean was getting with amara cause i was just there like what about your husband???

[haunt-the-stars]

comic artists making dick a beer guy is so sick and twisted that’s a white claw girlie

[littlebabynothingz]

moving my gf’s stuff in, which is exciting as fuck, but we’re paying our helpers in pizza and beer which we’re gonna have soon.

I’m sooooo not stoked for this. At least I have cigarettes now but goddamn.

[vk-ento]

昨夜のビール カス　ビール CASS BEER 韓国🇰🇷のビール 名前がどうこうは置いといて、韓国でいただいた時はそんなに思いませんでしたが、 香りが少し華やかです。 こんな良い香りだったかな？ スッと軽く飲めます。 今はやまやさんで普通に購入できます。 #cass #cassbeer #カスビール #koreanbeer #韓国ビール #韓国 #缶ビール #乾杯 #海外ビール #輸入ビール #korea #beerphoto #beer #bier #bière #kampai #santé #prost #cheers🍻 #inportbeer #コルドンヴェール #家飲み (Ibaraki, Osaka) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpQ3wT-SsSU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

ex boyfriend!dick grayson is distraught.

it’s been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes since the two of you broke up. not that anyone is counting.

his days are spent with him walking around like a zombie.

batman has to practically yell into the comms link to even get a reply during patrol. dick’s not even sure he’s been putting his suit on properly. two nights ago he only went out with one escrima stick. he almost lost a fight with some goons, and one of them asked him if he had a death wish. he went home bruised, his lip bloodied, wondering if maybe he did have a death wish.

he tried going out to the store. he was out of shaving cream and eggs. dick made it as far as the produce section. he had a staring contest with the apples for ten minutes, and left without buying anything.

the first week he kept wearing hats. seeing his hair in the mirror practically made his eye twitch with the memory of you running your hands through it. he could almost hear you cooing over how nice it looks long.

“dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick you look so—”

he cuts it a week later, sick of his brothers making fun of him for the hats and sick of your voice in his ear.

he barely touches his hair now, his hands nothing compared to the way yours felt on his scalp. almost every other night he cries in the shower, thinking about the way your eyes would flash when you’d offer to wash his hair for him. you’d always bite your lip in this cute way when you slicked all his hair back, the soap fluffy in your hands. you’d wiggle your eyebrows and call him distinguished, and then pull it up into a mohawk and tell him to call up jason and ask to join the outlaws. a few nights ago he made the mistake of looking at your razor, still on the shower caddy. he cried so hard his head hurt the next morning like he’d had a hangover.

his family stops whispering when he enters rooms, their worry and concern growing more obvious by the day. alfred won’t stop feeding him. bruce keeps looking him over, his eyebrows furrowed. jason left at least four self help books on his coffee table and in his cubby in the batcave. tim took over all of the video surveillance batman had assigned him, waving him away when dick tried to insist it was okay, and that he could do it. steph wouldn’t stop high fiving him? cass hugged him, at least three times. wally tried to get him to go out, but dick drank one beer and left, walking home in the pouring rain like he was in a music video. wally took the hint, but started texting him good morning, every day. even damian stopped picking on him, instead asking to spar just so dick would have something else to think about. it didn’t work, obviously, but he’d mussed damian’s hair, giving him a wan smile on the way out of the practice room. he’d left immediately after.

he spent the rest of the day at home thinking about how he’d always let you win when the two of you would play wrestle. you had this expression you’d make right before, where your eyes would squint a little and the corner of your mouth would turn up. the whole time you’d dated, dick was never able to figure out if it was because you were about to play fight or fuck. he loved it.

his nights are full of tossing and turning.

he spent the first week not washing his sheets, sleeping face down on your side of the bed. the second week he washed his sheets every night, trying to rid his nose of the phantom smell of you. the pillowcase you used is shoved deep into his linen cabinet. he now sleeps on the couch. he had to wash all of his t shirts too, the ones you’d steal to wear to bed with nothing under. he rummaged through his dresser in his old room in Wayne Manor hoping to find ones to wear that didn’t smell like you. ones that didn’t make him think of you pulling them off in the middle of the night, to then sink down onto his cock. you’d toss it onto the ground while you straddled him, smiling down at him.

he couldn’t sit and watch tv without thinking of all the times he’d gone down on you on the couch.

couldn’t brush his teeth without seeing the last time he’d bent you over the sink, thrusting into you while your breath fogged the bathroom mirror.

he couldn’t go out to eat at any of the restaurants by his apartment without seeing the two of you at a table, you stealing one of his fries or swapping sandwiches to try the other’s order.

he still couldn’t go to the little family-owned grocery store, not when the old couple that ran it knew both of you by name.

couldn’t look at his keys without seeing the keychains you’d bought him.

his every waking moment was spent with thinking of you, all you, always you.

you were everywhere,

he thought about how you’d beamed when he’d first asked you out, your eyes shining when you’d nodded yes.

how surprised you’d looked when he finally told you he was nightwing, and how you made him pinky swear to be careful.

he couldn’t appreciate enough how you had always been gracious when he’d show up late to dates, bruce always needing his help with something or other.

he thought of the way you’d looked washing the dishes, up to your elbows in suds when he’d roll in from the window, coming up behind you to kiss you and push you over to the couch while he’d finished the dishes, still in his nightwing suit.

what you’d looked like when you opened the promise ring he got you, and showed you his matching one. you’d both gotten teary eyed then.

the way you tried to hide the fact you’d been crying when he came home from patrol one night.

when your expression would change after he’d tell you he had to miss a family dinner at your mom’s house. you thought he wouldn’t notice but c’mon, he was trained by batman.

how your face had crumpled like his heart did when he had realized what he needed to do. when he had said he loved you more than anything, but knew that you deserved to be treated better, and that he couldn’t give you that right now. couldn’t give you all of his time like he wanted to.

you’d accepted it, nodding while tears slipped down your cheeks silently, walking out of his apartment to go stay at your mom’s house.

it’d been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes, yet dick hadn’t accepted it. and your toothbrush was still next to his. so he didn’t think you’d really accepted it either.

but yet, you were now nowhere.

[mills-regina]

part 12: upcoming sapphic releases i’m excited for!

[hellcat8908]

Assaulted Azriel x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Attempted/Implied impending SA, Violence, Language, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort

His hot breath on your skin made you nauseous as you cursed yourself for not being more observant. His breath wreaked of alcohol and tobacco as he told you all the things he wanted to do to you. Your skin crawled from his touch as you kept reaching out for Azriel, knowing he was too far away, but maybe he could get Cassian or Rhys to you in time. You had already tried for the blade in his hands once, earning you a cut across your arm, staining your shirt with blood. You had tried everything the male had you pinned against the brick building.

He grabbed your hair and forced your head back as he pressed his lips to yours, forcing your mouth open as his tongue slipped inside. You can taste the stale beer and cheap tobacco. You gag from the overwhelming of your senses. He slaps you across the face, "Am I not good enough for you, or do you only spread these pretty legs for illyrian bastards?!" He sneers. You struggle harder trying to find any way to free yourself from his grip. "Fuck you!" You say through gritted teeth. "You will soon enough, sugar." He says as his knife slices through the strap of your dress. He cuts the other one before moving the blade to the neckline and starting to cut it.

As your bra becomes exposed, the assailant is pulled back and quickly lying in a pool of his own blood as you see Cassian standing in front of you. "Are you alright? Do I need to call for Madja?" Cassian asks as he looks you over, noticing the blood on your shirt. "I'm okay. it's already started healing." You assure him. He takes off his coat and wraps it around you to help you feel less exposed. "Azriel's on his way." He says. Rhys arrives and notices the man on the ground, "dead?" He asks void of emotion. "Yes," Cassian answers. "Good. Take her home, azriel will meet you there, I'll take care of this." Rhys says.

"Are you okay if I fly you home or would you rather walk?" Cassian asks as he turns his attention to you. "Flying, please. I want to be home." You say as your adrenaline starts to wear off. Cassian nods before carefully wrapping his arms around you and gently cradling you against him. "Cass, I'm not going to break," you say as you settle in. "I know, I just want you to be comfortable." He says sheepishly. "Thank you, I'll never resent your touch." You say, knowing you're safe with him. He takes off towards your house and lands outside on the walkway. You unlock the door before Cass follows you inside. "Azriel should be here soon. Make yourself at home in the meantime." You tell him.

"I'm going to shower, I don't want him to see me like this." You say before making your way upstairs. Cassian sits on the couch and waits for his brother to arrive. After shielding the bond, you quickly tear off your dress and turn the shower on hot. While waiting for the water to warm up, you brush your teeth, then brush them again. Wanting to rid yourself from the taste of stale beer and cheap tobacco. After brushing for a fourth time, you undress the rest of the way and step under the scalding hot water. You grab your vanilla and sandalwood scented soap and start scrubbing everywhere he touched you.

The once soft cloth turns painful against your skin as you scrub yourself raw. The water tinting pink from your blood. Little droplets line your skin as you scrub harder, needing to wash his touch from your body and your mind. As the water turns cold, you feel the warmth of your tears. You hadn't even realized you were crying. You sank to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest as you buried your face in your arms. The tears come faster and stronger as sobs rack your body. You sink into the numbness that fills you.

Azriel rushes up the walkway and into the house, "Where is she?! Is she ok?!" Azriel's shadows are frenzied around him. "She had a cut on her arm but said it wwas already starting to heal, she said she wanted to take a shower so you wouldn't see her like that. The fucker that touched her is dead and Rhys is handling it." Cassian says as he tries to calm his brother down. As soon as Cassian said you were in the shower one of Azriel's shadows comes to check on you. After finding you in your current state it quickly reports back. Azriel takes off up the stairs making his way into the bathroom.

He finds you slumped on the floor and instinctively reaches for you. Once he feels the freezing water he quickly shuts it off before turning his attention back to you. He notices the redness of your skin and the abrasions from scrubbing yourself raw. His heart aches at your pain as he gently lifts you up and dries you off. You wince when the towel brushes your scrapes. "I'm sorry, princess." Azriel says softly. Once your dried off he carries you into the bedroom, not wanting to take his eyes off you. He helps you get dressed in sweat pants and one of his shirts.

He helps you lay down before covering you up. He turns to get the light, "Don't leave me," you say, sounding panicked. "I'm just getting the light, princess. I promise I'm not going to leave you." He says gently as he dims the lights. After stripping off his leathers and changing into sweats, he climbs into bed beside you. In an instant, you snuggled into his side with his arms and wings around you as you bury your face in his bare chest. "I'm so sorry, Azriel. I should've paid closer attention, I should've fought harder, I should-" You say you start to spiral.

"Hey, princess, you have nothing to be sorry for. None of this is your fault." He says as he gently strokes your hair. He feels your body tremble as his chest grows wet from your tears. "I love you. Nothing about tonight changes that. I'm the one who should be sorry. I wasn't there when you needed me to be." He says. "You can't be with me every moment of the day. This isn't your fault, love." You say through your tears. He rubs soothing circles along your back. "What happens now?" You ask solomnly. "We take it day by day, princess. I'll be by your side every step of the way." He tries to comfort you.

"I think you should try to get some rest." He says as he continues to play with your hair. "I can't," you say barely loud enough for him to hear. He kisses the top of your head and gently rubs your back, "ok, princess," he whispers softly. He gently starts humming a lullaby as you lay on his chest. His fingers gently run through your hair while he tries to get you to sleep. Before long, everything catches up with you, and your eyes drift shut. "Sleep well, princess. I've got you." He says softly before kissing the top of your head, settling in to watch over you for the night.

[falloutnewnobody]

what kind of drunk i think each of the fnv companions/honorary companions get

Boone: sad drunk. he drinks like once a year and when he does he has one beer and starts feeling like a mitski song. he always leaves the function/bar/club/etc to go stand in the yard and stare pensively up into the night sky.

arcade: horny drunk. mr "overt flirtation will get you anywhere," actually drinks fairly frequently but only really gets drunk once every few months. absolutely the worlds worst flirt and he knows it, his strategy is just to tousle his hair a little, lounge on surfaces in a slutty white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and wait for someone to come make out with him. it always works.

benny: also horny drunk, but in an obnoxious, over the top way. terrible flirt but earnestly tries his best. lives for drunk cigs and is usually the guy to go over and make out with arcade.

Cass: we already see this is game but crabby drunk who just kinda wants to sit alone in a silent room with her whiskey like an alcoholic white dad in his office on a weeknight.

Lily: sleepy drunk but she doesnt drink around the grandkids, she thinks it'll be a bad influence on them

Raul: chill drunk. he's pretty much the same but more tired and more jokey

Vulpes: "im not drunk," drunk. thinks he has the alcohol tolerance of a bull but actually has the tolerance of a waifish goat. spends the entire night confidently slurring out the phrase "i'm not even that drunk,", shit talking every single person at the function (to their face and behind their back), starting petty drama, and listening in on other people's conversations. All star flip cup champion. always throws up in the yard and finds a way to blame in on "being sickened by the profligate's behavior," rather than alcohol poisonig. thinks that anything he did during a blackout doesnt count because he doesnt remember it, therefore it didn't happen.

Veronica: supportive drunk: Veronica's the girl who sits in the club bathroom and cries with you while you tell her your traumatic backstory. usually the one to talk down boone and make sure Vulpes got home safe.

ulysses: infodump drunk/sad drunk. self explanatory.

rex: no

ede: NO

[bumblesimagines]

“it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“just one kiss and i’ll never ask again.”

- Cassie Howard

“just one kiss and i’ll never ask again.”

“it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Pronouns: He/Him, Male

The car ride home from the party had been filled with the smell of beer and the sound of Kat and Maddy's quiet snores mixing together. Cassie sat in the passenger seat, nodding off every few seconds only to jerk her head back upright when she went to doze off. The exhaustion was heavy in the air from the hours spent dancing and drinking.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, you spotted the smudged makeup on Maddy and Kat's faces and the way strands of their hair stuck out in different directions. Cassie looked similar with her wavy blonde locks all frizzy and her mascara mixing in with her eyeshadow from tired eye rubs. But she'd been less intoxicated than Maddy and Kat. With Kat slowly falling out of love with Ethan and Maddy trying to get over Nate, the two girls had cups in their hands for most of the night. Cassie, on the other hand, had promptly sworn off love during the winter dance and she stuck to it by avoiding drinking and ignoring her exes.

"We're here!" You called as you pulled into the driveway, drawing the girls out from their slumber. Shutting off the engine and stepping out of the car, you slung open the back door and scooped your twin out from her seat. Maddy whined and her head lolled back, the moonlight shining down on her cherry-colored cheeks. Cassie and Kat leaned against each other, fingers tiredly typing away on their phones to inform their parents where they'd be spending the night.

"Come on, Mads." You murmured softly, helping her plant her heels on the ground and walking up to the porch with the girls trailing behind. You opened the door and helped Maddy inside, pausing to let her kick off her shoes and leading her toward the couch. The brunette flopped down on the cushions, purse slipping from her shoulder and landing on the floor with a soft thud. Kat collapsed on the loveseat beside the couch, similarly tossing aside her shoes and purse before curling up and dozing off.

"You'd think they ran a marathon." Cassie giggled softly, gingerly setting aside her small purse on the coffee table.

"Dramatic is Maddy's middle name." You grinned back at the blonde and turned on your heel, entering the kitchen and fetching a bottle of water. Discarding her heels and releasing a yawn, Cassie followed after you and took the bottle offered to her.

Taking a swing of the water and wiping her bottom lip, Cassie rubbed her thumb against the label of the water with slightly knitted brows. "Have..." She began and stopped abruptly, her already slightly flushed cheeks darkening. "Have you ever thought about... getting with one of Maddy's friends?"

You blinked at her, eyes flickering over to the sleeping brunette. "Maddy wouldn't like that."

"But have you thought about it?" She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, a meek smile spreading across her face. Her free hand toyed with the bracelet on her wrist, hair bobbing as she tilted her head.

"You promised yourself you wouldn't have anything to do with guys again, Cass." You reminded her. The night of the winter dance had been a sobering night for the girls. Kat entered her relationship with Ethan, Maddy accepted her relationship with Nate and saw it as it was, Lexi realized her own feelings, and Cassie made a vow after her complicated relationship with McKay.

"But you're different, and- and it doesn't have to be serious. It doesn’t have to mean anything.” She blabbered, an all too familiar song you heard her foolishly sing to others.

"Cass-"

"We can give it a shot! Just one kiss and I’ll never ask again. One kiss and if you don't like it, I'll drop it.”

[thepaperpanda]

A Morbid Jealousy || Low-honor Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

Summary: A successful robbery has led to the gang celebrating at the camp, but Arthur gets very nasty when he sees you dancing with John

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, low-honor Arthur)

Word count: 1442

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Everyone in the gang just sat together and had fun like one big family during this rare moment. A small bank was robbed successfully. Except for Arthur, everyone returned intact with bags full of money.

You were told by Charles that he had decided to return to camp alone. Arthur probably wandered around the town and got into trouble; that's what he does.

As you listened to Javier's guitar and the gang's happy voices singing a song, you had a still full bottle in your hand.

Your look of unhappiness caught John's attention. He patted your shoulder and said, "Hey." You were offered a hand by him. "Wanna dance? I can't dance, but seeing you sad like that is annoying."

Getting up and drinking your beer, you were glad someone was trying to cheer you up. Your arm wrapped around his neck as you rocked along with the rhythm of the music. You chuckled, "Abigail would be jealous."

John wrapped his arm around your waist. "Don't worry about her. I'll deal with her on my own," he spun you around.  Even though John didn't know how to dance, watching Dutch many times helped. "The only thing I want to do is cheer my friend up." he offered you a bright grin.

Taking a moment to let the rhythm control you, you whispered, "You're sweet." and kissed his cheek briefly. While nuzzling his neck, you giggled, saying, "You're a good dancer."

John shrugged and held you tightly as he laughed, "Me? No, I just watch old Dutch dancing all the time."

It was the worst time you could have chosen to dance with John - Arthur returned to camp just now; he hitched his horse and went to the campfire. The moment he saw you and John so close, he stopped in shock. A loud roar from Arthur brought everyone's attention to the direction he was pointing. "What the fuck?"

As you pushed away from John, you whispered, "Arthur..." Your face flushed with confusion as you noticed your boyfriend's consternation; you knew how jealous he could be.

Both of you were approached by him. 

Arture growled at you loudly and grabbed your arm tightly as he turned to John. "I know you are so desperate for every little touch, rabbit, but you could make some fucking standards." Arthur turned to Johna and added briefly, "Martson, you should be fucking happy you have a child, or I would kill you right here and now for even talking to her,"  Arthur said and dragged you away from everyone.

While Morgan dragged you away from the crew, you whispered, "John," as you wanted to apologize to him for Arthur's behavior. Your arm soon slipped from Arthur's strong grasp. "Arthur, you didn't have to be that mean to John. He did nothing wrong."

"He touched you," Morgan growled. "Undress," Arthur ordered as he closed your tent's flaps.

"Yes, because we were dancing!" You reminded him and cocked your brow at his order. "Why?"

Arthur yelled, "Undress, or I'll rip your clothes off myself! I don't care what you two were doing. You are mine!"

Unbuttoning your dress, you shook your head. You said firmly, "You overreacted, Morgan," as you let the dress fall to the floor. "Happy?"

As he put away the gun belt, he said, "On your knees."

Slowly getting down on your knees, your eyes on his face, you shivered but obeyed. He was clearly pissed off, so you decided not to argue with him anymore.

I'm so surprised you're so quiet. Suddenly, you are not defending John," he smiled. "You are in the right place now, rabbit," Arthur purred and ran his hand down your hand before grabbing it tightly. "You are mine and only mine. Do you understand?"

Liking your lips, you nodded eagerly. "I belong only to you, Mr Morgan," you agreed, closing your eyes for a while.

He quickly opened his pants and purred, "Now this is a good answer. You've got to show me how sorry you are."

As you looked at his face, you reached into his slightly worn jeans and pulled his half-erected cock out; you spat on its tip and pumped your hand over its shaft.

In his low grunt of approval, Arthur watched you like a hawk; he let go of your hair for now and placed his hand on your nape.

Trying to suck his dick at the same time, you bobbed your head back and forth and used your palm to pump over his cock. Your hand squeezed his shaft as you sucked on his balls.

Arthur purred, "That's right, girl. For once, you behave like you should."

You were suddenly picked up by him; he flipped you over to your stomach and put you on the cot. 

"Was touching that bag of bones even worth it, rabbit?" Arthur growled at you.

Apparently he was hot for you; you blinked and blushed as he pushed you onto the bed. Your butt was raised a bit and you shook it for him. "Fuck me," you begged.

He roared, "I asked you something!" You felt Arthur squeeze your throat.

"It wasn't," you whispered.

"Louder! I can't hear you!"

You growled loudly, slipping your hand beneath you so you could slip your finger into your aching pussy. "It wasn't!"

He sighed, getting up from his cot to search for his bag. "You really love to annoy me, woman. How can I even put up with you."

Arthur pulled out his rope and returned to you; he took both of your hands and tied them behind your back. "It might teach you how to behave," Arthur said proudly as he moved his hand along your spine as his free hand tugged his jeans fully off.

When he was doing things like this, you always shivered, but eventually, it turned you on even more; you simply loved to be mercilessly manhandled.

While his tip moved through your pussy lips, Arthur teased, "You got a problem with moving, darlin'?" He hummed and slammed into you, pushing as hard as he could. "Ain't so brave anymore, huh? You are always so smart until I get you into my hands.

You screamed, "Oh, God!" When pleasure hit you hard, you rolled your eyes and begged, "Untie me, Arthur! I need to touch you!" 

His member was immediately squeezed by your walls.

"Nah, I don't think so," he smiled and thrust deep into you.

His thrusts became deep and hard. "You won't play around with fucking Marston," Arthur growled the last part lowly.

Let out a long moan as you stick your bun up to him. You cried out through parted lips, "I love it when you fuck me well."

"Moan, I want everyone to know who you belong to, and I want that bag of bones to know how well I fucked you," Morgan whispered into your ear after leaning forward to you.

"I'll scream your name if you untie me!" You begged. His thrusts made you feel slick and wet, along with your juice pouring down your thighs.

Grabbing your hair, Arthur lifted your head. "Now, you ain't the one to make the conditions, so you better scream without any stupid ideas or I will fill you up with my cum and leave you here, all tied up for everyone to see."

You screamed, "Arthur! Oh, just fuck me, honey! Just like that!" You rolled your hips for him to meet his thrusts. "I belong to Arthur Morgan!"

After those words, he started moving fast and hard, trying to make you cum hard around his thick cock. "Now you're a good girl," Arthur purred, biting your neck. Choosing such a place, he knew you would have difficulty hiding it.

As soon as he bit into your neck, your walls tightened around his member so strongly that he was unable to back away. You dripped juices down your legs when you cum hard around him. "Fuck," you trembled.

"Such a good girl, I'm gonna enjoy watching you walk funny tomorrow, darlin'," Arthur whispered into your ear and filled you with his cum.

As your vision blurred, you moaned and waited for him to untie you.

Arthur let out a happy sigh and got up. Putting on his clothes, he said, "That was fun. What do ya think, darling?"

You smirked at him and asked, "Untie me. And it was fucking brilliant. You were amazing."

"I know I was," he giggled and tucked his gun belt into his waistband. The tent flaps were raised by Artur without a word, and he left to join the still-going party, leaving you tied up on his cot.

[channel4sims-cc]

TS4: Korean Bar Set

Sul sul ^^

Who wants to create a K-Drama moment for their Sims? :)

This is a Korean bar set :D

ITEMS THAT COME WITH THIS SET:

A functional bar (two versions: empty or with a beer dispenser (imgur link), bar stools, 6 neon lights, a wall (bottles) display, and a bar wall sign.

🍺 RECIPES/ DRINKS:

SOJU FLAVORS: Apple, Apple Mango, Blueberry, Citron, Fresh, Grapefruit, Green Grape, Mango, Original (Chum Churum), Original (Jinro),  Peach, Strawberry, Plum, Sour Candy, Yogurt, Zero Sugar.

BEER: Terra, Cass, Hite Extra Cold.

OTHERS: Somaek (Cass beer+Soju), Somaek (Terra beer + Soju), Makgeolli.

🍺 All types of soju and beers can be served in a glass or drunk straight from the bottle.

🍺 Only the Somaek (it's a "mixed drink") and the Makgeolli can't be drunk from the bottle.

🍺 If you choose the drink/glass version, the bartender will prepare it for you. You'll notice that they'll use the "correct bottle" to make your drink.

Example: If you order Strawberry Soju (glass), the bartender will use a Strawberry Soju bottle while making your drink. It was a lot of work to do, but I wanted it to look as realistic as possible :)

🍺 There are also different types of glasses depending on what drink you order.

🍺 If you order the drink (glass), your Sims will drink it in 3 sips. If you order the bottle, they'll drink it in 5 sips.

🥘 RECIPES/FOOD:

NACHOS: Your Sims will eat it with their hand, taking the nacho chips. It's vegetarian safe.

BINDAETTEOK: It's a pancake made with mung bean. You can fill it with meat or just vegetables. Since I wanted more Sims to be able to eat it, I made it vegetarian safe. It's up to your imagination what the pancake fillings are :) Your Sims will eat it using (custom) chopsticks.

CRISPY FRIED CHICKEN: Your Sims will eat it using the chopsticks as well. This way they won't get their hands dirty with all the oil and sauces  XD. It's not safe for vegetarian Sims.

🥘 All of these three recipes take 5 bites to be finished/eaten :)

*** Click here to see a big picture of all recipes (imgur link) ***

Check the post on Patreon to read more about this download :)

I hope you'll enjoy it a lot! :)

Happy Simming ^^

*-* DOWNLOAD (free on January 2nd, 2024) *-*

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Batfam quotes as quotes from my dnd group (part 7)(last one of the semester :[ ))

Jason:“Since I contribute the most to the delinquency of minors I might as well get good beer” Tim:“Krav Magav is how to seriously hurt someone as fast as possible” Steph: "Like as a goal"? Damian: "As a challenge." Jason:“His pimp name is Snowball, dont laugh, its based on the cocaine" Tim:“I was a much happier… child” Steph:“Well that didn't last”

Jon:“You have the purest soul I have ever seen” Damian:“And that's my deepest embarrassment”   Dick:“We aren't recruiting” Jason:“You make it sound like your the favorite and your scared I would become the favorite” Dick:“...Yeah that's exactly that”  Roy:“You are good friends with Jason but they also like bullying you, thats a good sign”  Cass:“Are you cursed”? Jason:“No i'm myself” Tim:“Even worse-”

Duke:“If we weren't gummy people right now- who knows what it would have done”

Bruce:“It wasn't your fault..” Jason:“Shut the fuck up.” Duke:“I think there are some rules” Steph:“Ew I hate that, but you can say them” Steph:“Oh don't worry i've been domesticated, I've been taught table manners”  Cass:“I don't think theres anything necessarily wrong with mass murders”

Dick:“Do you have a plan”? Jason:“OH do I have a plan PSH- ask Timmy” Tim:“He has no plan.”

[azsazz]

Change Your Ticket (Part 2)

Rugby Star!Cassian x Reader (A Modern AU)

Summary: Dating famous rugby star Cassian Bailey is a dream. What's not one is keeping your secret relationship under wraps. Will you and Cassian be able to keep from the limelight or will your relationship crumble because of it?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,514

[Part 1]

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“Come on Cass, come on Cass,” you mutter to yourself, stealing a chip from Feyre’s plate of nachos. It’s only the plain ones left, hidden under the mass of other chips doused with cheese sauce and meat, but you need something to gnaw on while you watch the Stars game intently.

You’ve already peeled the label off of your beer bottle and drained it, rolled a balled up wrapped from a straw until it was debris in your fingers, but the nervous tension as you watch the game is almost too much.

You hadn’t been able to make it this weekend, wanting to work on some freelance projects you’d lined up and wanted to get ahead on. Cassian had been disappointed when you spoke to him earlier in the week, but you knew you would be too distracted by him if you flew out there and wouldn’t get any work done.

Now, you’re equally distracted, in the full bar filled with loud Stars fans, cheering and chanting and screaming as the evening grows later and the clock timer winds down.

It had been a brutal game thus far, and the Adriata Sealions are one of the Velaris Stars’ biggest rivals. There had been an injury by one of the team’s top players, Azriel Teller, and the grim silence that had taken over the bar at the sight of it had been harrowing.

He’d managed to limp off of the field just fine, Cassian’s body tucked beneath his arm for support. Hopefully it was nothing more than a rolled ankle or a bruised bone and he would be back on the pitch for the next game, but the harsh scowl on his face as he’d been led into the locker room is not one you ever want to be on the other side of.

Rhysand Cunningham, the team’s captain, had done a well enough job of keeping the Stars players in line, forcing the team to channel their protective energy back into the game instead of chest bumping the players on the other team, trying to egg them into a fight.

“Hello?” Feyre draws out, waving a chip in front of your face. You jump in your seat, ripping your gaze from the TV hanging above the bar. You and your friends, Feyre and Mor, are settled at a high-top table against the back wall. The pub is crowded, stuffed full of fans with Stars jerseys and star-shaped crowns on their heads. You’re wearing a t-shirt with Cassian’s number painted across the back, and you catch sight of similar jerseys, blaring the number 15. It makes you bite your lip to hide your smile.

“What?” you ask, realizing they’ve been talking to you the entire time your eyes have been glued to the match. The Sealions are a tough team, having gone undefeated thus far in the season. If the Stars manage to beat them, this will be great news for both the team and the city. “What we’re we talking about?”

“I didn’t know you were so into rugby,” Mor snorts over the rim of her martini glass. No beer for her during these types of things, your friend is too high maintenance to drink the bitter ale you’re downing anxiously.

Cassian’s lack of a lucky charm being at the game with him tonight shows. He’s not aggressive as he normally is, seeming a little distracted. His teammates are getting frustrated, clapping him on the shoulder in what might be support to the crowds viewing, but you can see the tightness of his mouth, the difference in his posture as he settles into the scrum to fight for the ball.

You shrug, sheepishly, motioning to the waitress who passes by your table for another drink. “Sorry, I just got caught up.”

“Caught up in Cassian Bailey, more like,” Feyre teases and you blush like you’ve just spilled your secret to your best friends.

“As if you haven’t been in love with Rhysand Cunningham since he was named captain of the Stars,” you bite back playfully, tossing a half-eaten ship her way. She squeals, swatting it away from her, laughing with you.

It’s true. Feyre had had no interest in Rhysand Cunningham until he was positioned captain of the team. She hadn’t even been that big of a rugby fan at all, not until you all but forced her and Mor to start watching the games after your first date with Cassian. They’d been a little suspicious of why you suddenly became so interested in the Velaris Stars, but you marked it all up to trending photos from the team photoshoot they did with Vogue.

Feyre’s wearing a jersey opposite yours, a purple shirt with a white painted number four on the back with Rhysand’s last name across her shoulders. Your shirt is black with white print and stars on the shoulders.

“What? He’s so hot,” Feyre swoons, pressing the back of her wrist to her forehead as she falls back against the cushy booth seat. The three of you laugh, clinking your glasses together in a toast when the waitress arrives with a new glass of beer for you, removing the old one from your table with a soft smile.

“They’re all so hot,” Mor pouts like she’s suffering anytime she looks at the TV. She sat with her back to the game, so she didn’t have to watch, because watching sports makes her feel grimy, but even she is wearing a purple shirt with a glittery star on the center of the chest. It’s not official Stars merchandise, but you’ll take it nonetheless. “But I prefer my men in suits.”

“Like the owner of the team?” You giggle and Mor gags. She brushes her hair off of her shoulder with a flick, red lipstick sticking to the rim of her martini glass as she plucks the toothpick with the olive out of her glass, throws the liquid back, and stuffs the fruit between her parted lips.

The pub goes wild and you realize you’ve taken your gaze off of the match for too long and the Stars have scored. You bounce up and down in your seat as the replay comes on, showing one of the team’s players tossing the ball backwards to Cassian, who slips through two of the competitors’ bodies for the try. The action puts them in the lead with only five and a half minutes to spare.

“Hell yes, Cassian!” You cheer, high-fiving the older gentleman next to you whose cheeks don two painted violet stars. Even the locals go wild in support of the team while they’re playing in another city; flags wave outside of pubs and homes, jerseys of all kinds as far as the eye can see, even the stadium parking lot is filled with tailgaters and parties, barbeque and brews. “That’s my boy!”

“Your boy?” Mor scrunches her nose and you fight to keep the redness you can feel crawling up your neckline to your cheeks. She sighs, continuing, “Why can’t either of you like actors or something. I feel like we have nothing in common anymore.”

Feyre shakes her head, “Five years of forcing us to watch The Holiday House and we still don’t think Helion Spellcleaver is cuter than Kallias Storm. I can’t believe you still won’t give this up, Mor. It’s almost insane!”

The Stars miss the following conversion and it’s the Sealions turn to attempt to score. There are only a handful of minutes left, and it’s looking pretty good as the timer inches lower and lower to zero. The match cuts to a commercial when the ball gets stuck in a ruck and the teams have to reset.

You’re about to reenter the conversation, but the ad that come on the tv as the announcers cut away is one you know all too well, and have teased Cassian about since you’d first seen it. He stands in his uniform, bottle of beer in his hands. There’s a lime tucked into the neck of the bottle and the volume is too low for you to hear over the sounds of the patrons in the bar, but you know the commercial by heart.

He's saying how he feels like he’s on a beach when he drinks the beer, and as he takes a sip, he appears on a beach right as an opposing player was about to tackle him. He looks around in surprise and his shirt is ripped off by a phantom wind. A dollop of sunscreen falls from the sky and a nearly naked woman walks by, handing him a pair of sunglasses.

You can’t help yourself, pulling your phone from your back pocket to snap a pic of the screen. You then take another one of yourself with your beer and open both in a text and send it to Cassian along with the message: Not fair, why isn’t mine doing that?!

Sending it off whilst biting back a grin, you raise your glass with the rest of the patrons at the bar as the ad comes to a close. Then, with Cassian, everyone in the bar shouts the slogan together. “Drink until the stars go to bed!”

“They’re on two completely different levels,” Mor is arguing when you tune back into the conversation, a cheesy smile on your face. She’s tapping a red painted nail on the tabletop. “Sure, Kallias Storm is hot in a blatant kind of way, but Helion is like a God, or something! Have you seen—”

“Yes, of course we’ve seen it,” you press, cutting her off with a roll of your eyes. Mor has forced you to watch every single one of Helion Spellcleaver’s movies. Sometimes more than once. In fact, there hasn’t been a movie night you remember when he wasn’t in any of the movies she’d picked to watch. “And yes, we think he’s hot, I just personally feel like Cassian Bailey is hotter.”

You can’t wait until he’s back in town next week. You miss him deeply, even though you had the chance to go and see him for his match tonight. Sometimes, the long distance can be hard, when your days are filled with work and his with practice, matches, and press. There are days you aren’t able to speak, texts gone unanswered until the late hours of the night.

It’s then that makes it all worth it, hearing Cassian’s voice before you go to sleep. Without fail, he calls you every night when he’s away, all settled into the hotel and sleep paints his voice groggy. It comforts you more than he knows, hearing his voice. Even if he somehow manages to fall asleep during one of your many unimportant stories about mundane things, the even breaths heard through the phone are a lullaby themselves.

“I still think the hottest man is Rhysand Cunningham, if anyone is keeping score,” Feyre adds with a slight smile.

“Oh, whatever. We can have this conversation for hours,” Mor waves her hand dismissively, then uses it to shoo away the man who’d been walking past your table who had stopped to ogle her. Or maybe he’s trying to work up the courage to talk to the woman, but the look of concentration—or perhaps it’s constipation—on his face. “Go on now, I’m way out of your league buddy, and not at all interested.” Your jaw almost falls to the floor at her abruptness, but the man nods and quickly disappears. Mor turns back to you and Feyre. “Is this game almost over by the way? I’m getting a headache from all of the beer and screaming.”

“You haven’t even had any beer, Mor,” you point out and she cuts you a look.

“I know that, I just hate the smell. How can you both drink that piss?”

You and Feyre share a glance, as if deciding who is going to take this question that she certainly doesn’t want the answer to. Your shoulders fall, and Feyre’s blue eyes brighten. You’ll answer, then.

“I was hoping it’d transport me to a tropical vacation,” you responding longingly, staring into the glass of ale. “Maybe if I drink it until the stars go to bed, it’ll work then?”

Mor shoves out of her seat with a tut. “You’re incorrigible, (Y/N).”

You raise your glass, smirking at your friend. “I aim to please.”

Mor stalks off to find the bathroom while you and Feyre giggle, turning your attention back to the TV. The game is back on and there’s only a minute left now, but the Sealions still hold the ball. Their team is smart and their wall of players is strong. It barely looks like the Stars are affecting them, with the skill in which they pass the ball back to their next in line as they race towards the Stars’ goal line.

“Oh fuck,” Feyre mutters, watching as intently as you.

You’re chewing at your lip, staring at the screen. Most of the conversations happening in the bar have gone quiet, every patron on the edge of their seat as they watch what will be the final play of the game.

You catch sight of Cassian who is trying to steamroll his way to the ball, but the Sealions are all in unison with their plan, and the player tosses the ball to the next, who barges past Rhysand and across the goal line.

“Shit,” you agree, slamming back the last swigs of your drink.

If the Sealions get a conversion, they’ll win the match.

The player who is going to kick the conversion sets up the ball, eyeing the goal. Once it’s perfect, he stands, taking a few steps back, gauging the distance. His fellow teammates watch on, while the Stars ready themselves by the posts, eager for him to miss.

The Sealion’s player charges and kicks the ball with a wicked arc that sadly, soars right through the goal posts.

The entire bar rattles with disappointment, curses and shouts filling the room, along with a simultaneous screech of chairs being shoved away from tables as people rise to pay their tabs and leave. Your heart sinks in disappointment, knowing how upset Cassian will be with this outcome, and even more so when he returns to his empty hotel room.

The camera cuts in close on the Stars players, heads hung and consoling each other as they make their way to congratulate the Sealions. Cassian and Rhysand have their arms draped over each other’s shoulders, talking with their head bowed. You’re positive Azriel Teller is kicking himself for being injured and taken out of the game, too.

“Why the long faces?” Mor asks, plopping her purse on the table before sliding back into her seat. She’s clearly ignored the grumbling and now grumpy Stars’ fans that are starting to close their tabs and wallow on the way back to their homes. A few of the regulars seem to be straying to drown their sorrows in a few more glasses of beer. “Did Helion Spellcleaver walk in here and I missed him?”

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