#drunk dancing

[secretly-a-catamount]

@lescahiersdesable @themimsyborogove I can’t tell if this is getting annoying or not? I feel like I’m spamming. I just don’t want to pester you guys with us or you have other stuff you wanna do have to do. 🥲 Rarepair uncertainty strikes again! Ao3 link

In short: Annabel and Malcolm go dancing at a speakeasy. 1920’s AU.

  The spun onto the dance floor gracefully, a bottle of whiskey held between them.

  Annabel was a Revelation: beaded dress, stockinged-feet — their shoes were thrown somewhere behind them, discarded in a lonesome pile — blood-red lips, hair cut short in a boy’s styling.

  She drunk deeply, then broke free of his arms, spinning out of his reach and continuing to dance on her own, swaying like a charmed snake and stamping her feet in time with the beat of the music.

  Malcolm fitted his lips to where hers had been on the neck of the bottle, and drank, watching her all the while over the lip.

  The whiskey was bitter.

  Her lipstick was sweet.

  And he was dreadfully, terrifyingly in love with his best friend.

[sleepy-red-bug]

Caralho, dançando bêbada, que morte besta kkkkkk

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

[rookanisstuff]

the victory ball

[smoosie]

Viktor: *silent treatment*

Jayce: *dies*

[fcaruana]

Alex: Franco explained to us what an argentinian Christmas was like earlier today James: How does it work? Franco: It's- Alex: This is a 45 minute answer by the way Franco: NO BUT-

[partyhardvideos]

Funny Drunk People Dance | Funny Dance Clips #dance #trending

[margaretkart]

The Greek gods enjoying their time on a tavern 🤌🏻🍷🍻

[katiekatdragon27]

✨✨✨Pulling baddies at the club✨✨✨

Shimpo is wasted off his ass currently btw. He’s a mega lightweight. Glisten has a high tolerance for alcohol and finds Shrimpo’s attempts at showing off (and unsuccessful flirting) incredibly amusing.

Shrimpo doing anything in his power to look taller than he actually is only for it to fail is one of my favorite personal headcanons <3 It tends to make him get hurt, but that's the cross to bear when searching for height.

Some Pebble doodles and progress pics below:

Also I love you Pebble, I wish you lots of chances to be violent and insane with no restraint or mercy in your heart<3

Thank you and have a lovely day^^

[araneapeixes]

in the bathroom at the gay clubbbb

[captainferial]

I drew this one some time ago, don’t want to finish it but enjoy anyway lads.

Art (c) captainferial

Characters (c) Larian Studio

[pareidoliaparadise]

If you’re besties and not making out are you even really besties…?

[certaindreamwitchreader]

Headcannon Dancer Alastor

In life, Alastor was an incredible dancer, and in death, that has not changed. While he has his preference for the dances of his time, we have to remember that some were scandalous for that time.

In life, I can see an Alastor knowing and dancing the Waltz, Jazz, Tango, Foxtrot and the Charleston. And if he died around 1933-1935, it is quite possible that he already knew something about the Swing and the Jitterbug. Alastor would definitely seek to learn them in Hell.

As time goes by, I think a dance must catch Alastor's attention so that he seeks to learn it. And once Vox realized that if he danced he could spend more time with Al, he did everything to get him interested in the dances he knew and in learning the ones Al danced.

In current times in hell, at the Hotel, The one who can dance no matter what style you play is Alastor, to the surprise of everyone except Husk and Niffy. And no, Angel, stop trying to get Alastor drunk just because you want to be able to watch him dance to the latest songs. (Alastor danced Gossip once while not sober and now has new admirers, unwanted job offers and more complications which involves Lucifer hosting royal dance parties again)

[laswells-ashtray]

His attraction isn't dictated by the alcohol in his system. Nor is it a consequence of.

He needs no liquor to look upon Alejandro Vargas as though he were the man who hung the stars.

The buzz he's feeling, the thrum of energy vibrating under his skin, and the lax posture as a result of the umpteenth drink make him all the more loose-lipped. All the more willing to admit his beliefs, carved into his ribcage to hide from curious eyes.

Everything in his life led him to the other man. Every decision, every mistake, every joyous moment led him to follow the footsteps of Alejandro. His every move is reliant on the presence of the other man in his thoughts.

They are one in eternity. So tightly bound that they can act upon each other's thoughts and live as the other's half. They do not exist outside of the realm of each other. They are entwined, branches that have grown together through time and become one in the same.

The gin he can taste isn't responsible for the adoration he holds as he looks at Alejandro; it's why he's so openly enamoured with the man in his arms. In a crowded bar, drunks singing idly along to a radio classic to the tune of clinking glasses, and the only thing he can hear is the other man's breathing. The only thing in his sight is the rise and fall of Alejandro's chest, in sync with his own.

Rodolfo Parra doesn't need alcohol to love Alejandro Vargas; he needs alcohol to admit that loving Alejandro Vargas is the fate he is destined to fulfil.

[mymarifae]

guys twitter dot com doesn't like when you criticize toriel's parenting decisions. don't do it

[diazley]

They didn't hire a stripper for the bachelor party so Eddie decided to take matters into his own hands (by stripping off his shirt piece by piece)