#lots of booze

[sekai-no-reita]

It took a month to arrive (the shipping was delayed because of another item in my order) but it's finally here! 🖤

[stevebabey]

"Alright, here we go!" The bartender announces, leaning up to place the drinks on the bar.

"That's one whiskey, neat—" He says, sliding the lowball cocktail glass with amber liquid in front of Eddie.

"—And one Whammin' Slammin' Booty-Bangin' Pina Colada."

He places the extravagant cocktail in front of Steve. It's decorated to the nines with a straw, an umbrella, a piece of pineapple, and a little bit of tinsel on a toothpick. A whole party decoration in a drink.

"You guys have a good night." The bartender says warmly, already moving down the bar to tend to other customers.

Eddie stares down at the whiskey in the glass before him and pouts a little. Beside him and watching his boyfriend closely, Steve rolls his eyes.

"Oh, quit being dramatic," Steve says, sliding the cocktail across the bar so it's in front of Eddie, who had ordered it. He steals the glass of whiskey back at the same time.

"It happens every time."

"It happens most times."

"That isn't much better!" Eddie protests, even as he leans down and takes a long sip from the straw while they both get to their feet and leave the bar. Steve's hunting for a table they can snag, his eyes narrowed in focus. Eddie follows him blindly, his cocktail cupped in both hands.

"I'm serious, Steve! What is it about this adorable face—" He says, gesturing to himself, barely letting go of the straw to talk. It doesn't seem to faze him that Steve doesn't even glance back. "—Says I don't want to enjoy a Whammin' Bammin' Big Booty Colada?"

Steve comes to a stop, pausing his search for a moment to look back at Eddie. His expression seems unimpressed on the surface but Eddie can see his lips twitching up at the corners.

"We've had this conversation too many times, babe." He sighs halfheartedly and takes a quick sip of his own whiskey, eyes casting back out across the bar. "You have scary dog energy, you know this. You specifically dress like this on purpose."

Eddie picks up the pineapple wedged on the edge of his glass and bites into it, sending it down with another sip of his cocktail as Steve leads them further into the back of the bar. He finally spots a spare empty table.

"C'mon, I think I found one." Steve urges, one hand snaking back to make sure Eddie's following.

"Is it a crime to wish to not fall victim to stereotypes?" Eddie prattles on, following Steve duly by slipping his hand into Steve's outstretched one. His cocktail wobbles precariously as he takes another gulp.

"Like when that waitress gave me your awful black coffee! And you got my delicious delicacy that I paid extra hard-earned money for..."

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i like to think that when steve and eddie go out, people always lean into their assumptions and are like hmm ok preppy boy with the polo? oh he gets the fruity cocktail! and eddie is always like >:( i don't want this expensive puddle of piss gimme the bonanza supreme cocktail pls. like excuse me i paid for that.

[benevolenterrancy]

“Shufu, it is all a misunderstanding—” But it does not make much of a difference. Wei Wuxian is more than six inches taller than he is, and the Lans are taller still. They are perfectly able to talk over his head. Not for the first time, Meng Yao reflects with teeth-grinding frustration that perhaps he should take to wearing a very tall hat.

I just read "both the prison and the open hand (bells on low, on high)" by ariaste on ao3 and I definitely didn't do the scene justice but the idea of modernau!JGY thinking wistfully of his ridiculous hat made me laugh too much not to desperately try to scribble out the scene

[lethalhoopla]

imagine you're getting a rare research-and-liquor-based sleepover with your bestie after you've had to split ways across the continent to further bear the responsibility of entire nations/peoples when your other best friend and the love of his life/literal Champion of a city-state bust in and inform you that yet another Big Bad is in fact Bad At Staying Fucking Dead

or, I finally came up with an excuse to riff on this post:

[aniraklova]

“The Poison Fever”

[theflyingfeeling]

wow the more I learn about BC's US tour last autumn the less I wonder why there was such an odd vibe to it

[severussnapemylove]

One day I'll get up the mental strength to write out my thoughts on Neville, his grandmother and how his childhood with her effects his learning ability.

[mikuni14]

My sanity hangs on this ╰(*°▽°*)╯

[ratatatastic]

woe a clear picture of lars shaved face thats not in shitty barlights be upon ye

6.29.24 (x)

[bitchfitch]

Why does anyone say anything to Pavo that might be loosely construed as an insult when Pavo responds to insults with Extreme Prejudice

You could look outside, see that it is raining, then say "it is raining" to him and get punched for it. literally Everything can be an insult if he's in a bad enough mood.

[aspiringnexu]

Something I find absolutely hilarious is just how different the Woodland Realm is to Lothlorien and Rivendell. It’s a difference borne of many things, of course, given that Rivendell and Lothlorien are both run by Elves with Rings of Power and Eryn Lasgalen isn’t and that Rivendell and Lothlorien are run by people related to each other (not just because of the whole shared Noldor thing) whereas Eryn Lasgalen is ruled by a royal family of Sindar and populated by Silvans. Then there’s that whole thing with the Necromancer shacking up in Dol Guldur and fucking up the forest.

But regardless I find it endlessly amusing to imagine how different the White Council would have been if Thranduil had been invited to join. Because you have Gandalf the stoned, Saruman the cantankerous bitch, Elrond the wise and reserved, and Galadriel the ridiculously ethereal who comes with her own choir back-up singers. And then enter Thranduil, Middle-Earth’s premier Dramatic Bitch with his uber fancy crown and long trailing robes lined with brilliant burnt umber satin with his massive fucking elk and enough sarcastic disdain to fill the Long-Lake.

I dunno I just find it funny that the Lord of the Rings showed us the graceful, ethereal, honestly-kinda-spooky elves and then we get the Party Master, Wine Connoisseur, Fashionista Bitch who is perfectly happy with going to war so he can get his wife’s gems back from a bunch of (honestly he’s not really wrong though at that point the main problem is Thorin) thieving dwarves in The Hobbit.

And suddenly all of Legolas’ over-the-top dramatics make sense.

[dennisboobs]

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[twnj]

Choji: You've been staring daggers at the guy on that magazine since your mum dropped it off two days ago - who is he?

Shikamaru: Uh...Just some guy I know

Choji: Is he like, a rival or something?

Shikamaru: Something like that, yeah.

Choji: Like a rival in chess or.....? He looks like a douche, anyway.

Shikamaru: No I mean, he's nice enough...he’s a smart man, good head, good game, good reputation, good....career.

Choji: So, he's a douche.

Shikamaru:...Yeah...but much improved now you've drawn that cock and balls on his face 👀

Choji: Anytime, bruh 😌

Headcannon madness inspired by the wonderful Shikatema fic Grandmaster by @notquitejiraiya.

Thanks to @ferocityh for allowing me to bother her for a translation!

[hoss-bonaventuree]

breaking bad? what are you doing in my Philadelphia?

[leviiackrman]

POV: you’re completely oblivious to the fact it’s your birthday until your bf shows up…

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[grocerystoreanxiety]

debating between having whiskey vs. bunch of melatonin & trying to go to sleep early (once again the clear right choice is blaringly obvious, but that’s the boring one)