#safe drinking

[usefulitems]

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[melikemmm]

Ultimate Pub Crawl Survival Guide

Planning a pub crawl? Dive into our ultimate survival guide for tips on mapping your route, staying safe, budgeting, and having a blast. Cheers to an unforgettable night! 🍻

Alright, pub crawl enthusiasts, buckle up! You are celebrating a birthday or a promotion. Maybe it’s just the fact that it’s Friday. A pub crawl can be the ultimate night out. Here’s your survival guide to make sure your night is legendary for all the right reasons. 1. Plan Your Route Think of it as a treasure hunt, with pints instead of gold. Map out a route that takes you to the coolest spots…

[pubgoer]

Ultimate Pub Crawl Survival Guide

Planning a pub crawl? Dive into our ultimate survival guide for tips on mapping your route, staying safe, budgeting, and having a blast. Cheers to an unforgettable night! 🍻

Alright, pub crawl enthusiasts, buckle up! You are celebrating a birthday or a promotion. Maybe it’s just the fact that it’s Friday. A pub crawl can be the ultimate night out. Here’s your survival guide to make sure your night is legendary for all the right reasons. 1. Plan Your Route Think of it as a treasure hunt, with pints instead of gold. Map out a route that takes you to the coolest spots…

[snail-day]

Clubbing with Roommate!Suguru is… painful. For him.

He’s not a clubbing guy. Never has been. It's all too loud, sweaty, and far too many hands that grab without asking. He’d rather stay home, finish folding laundry, maybe light a nice candle, and pretend he’s the kind of man who doesn't ache every time his roommate walks into the room with that sweet little smile.

But when you asked, tilting your head, lashes batting, biting your pretty glossy lips, he said ���sure” before he could think better of it.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. He does. He just doesn’t trust every other scumbag in that club. Especially not with you. Not with your too-short dress, or how you keep turning to beam up at him, all radiant and warm, grabbing his hand as if you both are something more.

And he knows that you don't know what it does to him.

He's been good. He has. Clean dishes. Rent on time. Never crosses the line, never watches you sleep when you're napping on the couch no matter how soft you look. Never touches you for longer than he should.

But you're making it so damn hard tonight.

Clinging to his arm when the crowd gets too tight. Throwing your head back laughing at something he didn’t even say, then tucking yourself under his chin like a lover. Like this is normal.

He should go home.

He should let you have fun and stop being a possessive freak. But the moment he steps even an inch away, he watches a pair of hands start to inch toward you, and he’s behind you in seconds, hands curling around your waist like it’s his right. Pulling you back against him, grounding you.

“Careful, princess,” he murmurs into your ear, his voice low, controlled. “This place eats girls like you alive.”

You just giggle, arm curling around the back of his neck like it’s a slow dance and not a crowded bar. You lick the sweat from the column of his throat, lips brushing warm skin, and he goes still.

Dead still.

Because he knows it’s the alcohol. Knows this isn’t real. Knows you’re just tipsy and touchy and you do this to all your friends, right?

Right?

But it’s him you’re grinding on. It’s him you keep pulling close, whispering all your secrets to. And it’s him you end up leaning on in the elevator, too tired to stand upright, blinking up at him with that soft, sleepy pout that ruins him.

“I don’t wanna be single forever,” you mumble, voice thick, fingers curling into the front of his shirt like you’re afraid he’ll slip away.

He swallows. Hard. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say -

“You’d be such a good boyfriend, Suguru.”

His breath catches.

He doesn’t answer. Just chuckles, low and strained, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek as he cups your face. “Alright, pretty girl. Let’s get you to bed.”

It should end there.

But no. Of course not. Because you’re tugging at the hem of your dress with lazy fingers, swaying on your feet, and now he has to help you undress like some kind of saint. He must be some kind of idiot.

“Hands up,” he says gently, not looking at your bare thighs as his shirt falls over your head. “One foot at a time - whoa, okay. I got you.”

You catch yourself on his shoulders, giggling sleepily as your fingers curl against his broad shoulders. His throat is dry. His jaw tight.

He helps you into bed. Tucks you in. But you groan, turning your face into the pillow, then looking up at him, makeup smudged and eyes glassy.

“I hate makeup,” you whine.

He smiles, the expression soft and too fond for his own good. “Then come here. Sit pretty for me.”

You huff, but obey. Legs swinging over the side of the bed as he kneels between them, cotton pad in hand, wiping your cheeks with tender, practiced strokes.

“You’re so bossy,” you mumble.

He laughs under his breath, eyes fixed on your lips.

“You’re so pretty,” he says without thinking.

Your eyes flutter open. Looking up into his violet ones.

He stiffens.

“Okay,” he says quickly, flustered, “Bedtime.”

You curl up on your side, breathing soft, face peaceful. But then you groan again, clutching your stomach.

“…Feel sick,” you whisper.

And that’s all it takes. He’s under the covers with you, just hovering. Just watching. Just making sure you’re okay.

Not because he loves you.

Not because he’s dying to touch you.

Just… for safety.

He’ll tell himself that again tomorrow.

When he’s doing the dishes. When your bra’s still hanging off the bathroom door. When your sleepy voice whispers his name in the middle of the night and his heart damn near breaks.

He’ll remind himself: you’re just roommates.

And you’re making it so hard.

More roommate! Geto: Here

[nose-vomit]

drugging them so I can fuck their passed out body and pretend it's a corpse

[bacchuschucklefuck]

january month of yuugi

[gayvephelis]

@t3rm1n0s yo this concert kind of ass

[greenlaut]

bitter tea & oranges

sequel -> tea & dates

[jacksonseymour13]

I love shipping "problematic" ships that cause people outrage 🤭

[thelaurenshippen]

something about "the picket line against multi-billion dollar corporations refusing to pay all the people who make them money is ending early today because once again the earth is too hot for us to safely be outside (thanks in part to the private jets those same corporations use to go on their million dollar vacations)" makes me want to personally chew david zaslav's face off, actually

[oh-dear-charlie]

What is bro yapping about? Wrong answers only.

[monsterbrush]

It must have been difficult for Thrúd, trying to connect with her brothers...

Might not have been all bad though...

[isatartdump]

I should probably change my handle from isatartdump for something else since I am not ONLY isat posting (I do plan on doing more isat posting I just need to find the stash of sketches I made while I was out of tumblr) Anyway I hope you guys don't mind forsaken art? I made some

In no particular time-order

And lastly but not less important,

anyway thats all I have good bye for the next few weeks probably, I need to lock in and pretend I don't have a keeping focus issue

[xxcrumbxx]

Hello hello soo um im still workin on it ,ive been kinda burnt out from it an ik thers no real preshure and im wayyy past valintinse day but heres a wip of those silly lil valintines cards

Also today is my birth day im 22 now so .. Thats a thing. Anyway im planing on making like 3 alternet vershions of eclips 1 with the cannon tipical 2 arm pre decomishion desighn 1 with the 4 armed fannon /cannon design and 1 with the 4 armed ballone world desighn. Probly ganna take a bit but what ever it will be valintine in fuckin may who cares lol

[katsu2ji]

satoru is a sappy drunk — smau

a/n: as someone who doesn't drink and instead watches over her best friends who get super clingy and cute when drunk, i imagine satoru to be like said friends

satoru is typically not one for alcohol; it impairs his abilities, and he most definitely does not like feeling out of control

the idea of a hangover also just sounds extremely unappealing to him, so why bother?

so when he's drunk—a rare sight, as we have established—you know that he's comfortable around the people he's drinking with

there is also the fact that he is a lightweight.

a HUGE, sappy-when-drunk, clingy-towards-anything-with-a-pulse, lightweight.

he comes home red, giggly, and shit faced drunk, clinging to you as though you're gonna disappear if he lets go (after you and suguru pry him off his best friend, of course)

he regrets his choices deeply the next morning.

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[basket-of-loquats]

I headcanon kremy as a lightweight. Sure he’s spent his spent his life around booze in the casinos and gamblers dens and what not, but personally he’s always preferred a sensible cigarette over any other kind of substance, and he only drinks very casually or when someone important offers him a toast and it’s rude to say no. It doesn’t take much to get him drunk, and when he is, his carefully constructed suave persona is ruined and he becomes a giddy mess, slurring with an accent so thick that people can’t even tell what he’s saying. Idk idk I just think it’s cute the amount of times he fails the constitution saving throw even when he hasn’t had that much to drink esp compared to the other members