#victory party

[sambuckylibrary]

THURSDAY: March 28 - Victory Party

[aziliang]

Drunk Daze

The Special All-Star Match that Kuroo set up was a hit and the man has been thinking if he should organize one every year or every month based on the rating and the revenue alone. Since it was indeed a hit, Kuroo managed to book a bar to celebrate the All-Star Win that the match produced. Unlimited drinks are served by none other than Hanamaki who volunteered himself.

Everyone was having fun, karaoke vocals blasting through the bar despite the DJ music playing in the background. Everyone was having fun, or so it seems.

Iwaizumi has been groaning when Oikawa starts to reach for his drink and downs three-fourths of it, leaving him with the small amount. Oikawa won’t let him get another glass as he phrases it,

“Hajime let’s save the workers some work and just share the glass. One less glass to wash is a great help. Save water, save time.” He would always say with a smile and a piercing stare when Iwaizumi attempts to get one for himself.

Hajime wanted to drink and not babysit for the night, but Oikawa’s not letting him drink like he wanted (and needed) to. It’s starting to annoy him, and so he starts to let his plan take action. Making Oikawa drunk enough to not snatch his well-deserved drink away from him.

“Are you sure you’re letting him drink all of your hard liquors, Haji? He looks like he’s close to blurting something embarrassing if someone comes up to him.” Makki whispers as he leans to give Hajime his nth glass.

“He’ll manage…” Hajime mutters as a reply, watching as Oikawa stare at the mirror wall behind Makki.

“You’re not gonna get my drink away from me?” he asks Oikawa, snapping him out of his trance.

“No, you have it. First.” Oikawa states, eyes opening and closing slowly. He’s borderline drunk at this point.

‘Huh… he’s really not drinking anything before I do.’ Hajime has been observing him for the past hour, and sure does the other not snatching his drink before he gets a sip of it.

Hajime sips on the straw as he kept on staring at Oikawa’s eyes. He then keeps the straw to himself when he passed the glass towards the other.

“Go on, Tooru. Have your drink.” He says in a challenging tone, nodding towards the glass with a smug look.

“Straw please, you know I don’t drink straight from the glass.”

“Makki, can we get a straw-”

“No, pass me yours.”

“That’s unhygienic.”

“Well, we’ve been unhygienic ever since the first drink.”

“Why don’t you drink on your own straw, Tooru. Your own glass.”

“Why are you being an ass on sharing a straw with someone you basically shared your whole life with???” Oikawa finally snaps, fully glaring at Iwaizumi as he holds the glass of liquor.

“I don’t know. Why are you so enthusiastic on sharing saliva contact with me?” Iwaizumi retorts, crossing his arms before him as he faces Oikawa’s direction.

Oikawa doesn’t reply in a second. He takes his time to chuckle bitterly, sending Iwaizumi in a whirlpool of memories.

“I don’t know, Ushiwaka. You look like you’re eager in sharing saliva with me? It’s not like I like you or something but isn’t that weird? I am your sworn enemy ever since middle school and now you’re cornering me as if you’re about to kiss me!” Iwaizumi could only sigh as he watches Oikawa continue to drunkenly berate the concerned Ushijima just outside the college party the three of them got invited to attend.

“Alright, Kawa. That’s enough, he’s just concerned about your drunk ass.” He pipes in, pulling Oikawa beside him as he assists him on standing properly.

“No! Iwa-chan! He’s acting as if he’s my type of guy! You are not the type of guy I want to exchange saliva with!”

“Is Hajime your type to do such act, then?” Iwaizumi could only groan and glare at Ushijima as he threw the question at Oikawa.

“No… not really. As if he’d be the type to share kisses with me for friendly reasons at all. Does he even like me? I don’t know! If he does! Then why haven’t he kissed me yet, huh???” Oikawa blurts out and it was Iwaizumi’s last straw before carrying him like a sack, walking past Ushijima who waved him goodbye.

“Ah yes, as if you’d be the type to share kisses or saliva with me for friendly reasons at all. Makki, can I get a glass of-” Oikawa gets cut off when Iwaizumi suddenly pulled him closer.

Hajime lost it when he heard Tooru say the same line, he drunkenly said in a college party in California several years ago. He couldn’t help but pull the other closer to him. He lightly taps the straw they’ve been sharing, onto the other’s lips, and as if on cue, Tooru parts his mouth, making way for Hajime to slot it right into Tooru’s mouth. Before he sucks in a breath as he stops himself from fully drinking the liquor he offered to Tooru. He squats as he slots the other side of the straw into his mouth, enough to let the other drink from him. Right on cue as he tapped Tooru’s cheek, the other drank the shot from Hajime’s mouth.

“If you ever so wanted to exchange kisses and saliva with me, then why haven’t you kissed me yet?” Tooru softly says as he tosses the straw back to their glass, eyes focusing on Hajime again.

“I held on to your drunken point that I’m not the type to exchange kisses and saliva with you in a friendly way.” Hajime smirks as he watches Tooru’s lovely orbs get hazy and unfocused.

Tooru could only groan in surprise as Hajime suddenly grabbed him closer for a short, sweet kiss, that he couldn’t help but chase the other’s as they parted. A gasp of air wasn’t long enough as Hajime lost every ounce of consciousness at the sight of Tooru chasing his lips after they parted, for he went in again to give the other a passionate kiss. His hands cradling Tooru’s face, as Tooru grabs onto his shoulders. The kiss was long enough to make the Tooru feel his warmth and left him gasping for air, flushed red, and eyes seeming to be in a daze.

“I love you… I want to kiss you more, Haji…” Tooru whispers before him.

“I love you too, shithead. Let’s head off for the night, shall we?” Hajime smiles as he offers his hand for Tooru to hold onto.

They spent the night in Iwaizumi’s apartment and woke up bombarded with hangover (Oikawa) and tons of spam message from their group chat with Makki and Mattsun. It was safe to assume that Makki got everything recorded and has sent it with every contact he got with the whole volleyball association.

[bigangrytrev]

Labor's Victory Karaoke Party goes very Wrong

Labor’s Victory Karaoke Party goes very Wrong

For only the 4th time since World War 1, Labor has ousted the Liberal party in order to claim victory in a Federal Election.  Given Labor’s relative inexperience with winning, it is unsurprising that their victory party was not as polished at it could have been.  For a report on the evenings events, we once again turn to our ace journalist – Pastor Fazool – to report on the story:  Sources have…

[ectonurites]

i could not stop thinking abt this post by @elekinetic about a Breakfast Club au so uhm. here we are!!!

[the-slap-updates]

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔐𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔱𝔥 - 𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 (𝔏𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔄𝔱 𝔐𝔱𝔳 ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶 յգգկ)

[emiett]

Violence's estranged sister came in a few sessions ago...living under an assumed name and dating a mob boss???? so that's cool

She seems pretty mad that Vi tried to light her boyfriend on fire 3 years ago :(

[homoeroticgrappling]

At this point Orange Cassidy is like that neighborhood cat who will go into anyone's home as long as they have treats

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie wouldn't necessarily label himself unless it was to spite religious assholes who take the Bible too seriously, and then he'll announce proudly that he's bi as in Bible. Mind you, not all of them are assholes and Eddie's debated with a few who are willing, especially when he would help them with their groceries. He doesn't think things through sometimes, and sometimes he does.

To him, everyone's sexuality was a gray blobby question mark. He doesn't like to make assumptions about that, but he did have trouble not making assumptions in other areas. It came to a complete surprise to him that Steve Harrington was exactly who the kids said he was. When Steve threw his sweater at him and when he ripped that bat in half, Eddie knew that he had to test the waters because holy shit, that was the hottest thing that he had ever seen. He came up with the cynical eyes bullshit about Nancy, just to see. . .he didn't really mean it.

He also really didn't think when he rushed off to buy them more time. He thought for sure they were going to kill him when they wrapped themselves around his throat and limbs. Suddenly, they were dropping like flies, and he was freed from their grasp. He ran back into the trailer, fixed the rope, and climbed back into the other side where Dustin tried to beat him with his fists.

"JESUS H CHRIST! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Eddie shrieked. "Stop hitting me, man!"

"You and Steve both are sacrificial assholes!" Dustin yelled at him.

He took one of his uncle's hats off the walls and started beating Eddie over the head with it. That's when the other three started coming through the gate. Steve placed his hands on his hips as he looked at them.

"Do I even want to know?" Steve asked.

"Steve!" Dustin exclaimed and pointed the hat at Eddie. "Eddie tried to be a hero when you told him not to!"

"Tattle tail!" Eddie scowled.

"What did I say, Munson?" Steve asked.

"All I heard was 'don't be cute'," Eddie said, flashing his dimples at Steve. "So, what's the verdict? Is the wicked witch dead, Dorothy?"

"Well, Tin Man," Steve said dryly. "Vecna is dead."

"Seriously?!" Dustin and Eddie exclaimed.

The answer came a moment later when the gate started to stitch itself closed before disappearing as if nothing had been there at all. Everyone looked at each other for a moment before they burst into very loud cheers. They all jumped and hollered, forming one giant group hug. Of course, Steve had to pull back, and Eddie followed. He didn't even think when he looked at Steve. There were no thoughts in his head, only the feeling of victory. He grabbed Steve by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't think when Steve deepened the kiss or when Steve slipped his tongue into his mouth. When they broke the kiss, Eddie's eyes widened when he realized what he had done. Everyone was looking at them. Nancy was looking at Steve like she had just put the dots together. Robin was grinning, and Dustin looked like Christmas had come early.

"Shit, Steve, I'm sorry! You can totally hit me if you want to. Go ahead, right here, I deserve it. I didn't even ask!" Eddie exclaimed, closing his eyes and pointing to his cheek.

He felt Steve grab him by his waist, and instead of a punch, he felt him kiss his cheek, then quickly kissed his lips.

"Now, why would I want to punch the guy who gave me the best kiss of my life," Steve said. "Now, let's get you to the bathroom because I think the bats got a bite in."

Steve pulled his hand away and showed Eddie his own blood.

"Oh, shit," Eddie said with wide eyes and let Steve drag him away. "Wait, hold on, did you imply that I'm a better kisser than Nancy Wheeler? I fucking win."

"I'm going to blame that on the fact that you're losing blood, asshole!" Nancy laughed, and Eddie cackled.

Steve rolled his eyes as he brought him into the bathroom and began looking for the first aid kit. Eddie gazed at him fondly, not bothering to tell him where he was. He just watched as Steve leaned over to look in the cabinet under the sink. Eddie eyes raked over his lovely buttocks and grinned when Steve finally found it, holding it up like a prize.

"You knew where it was," Steve glared at him.

"Guilty," Eddie laughed.

Steve continued to glare as he pushed him gently against the sink. Eddie took off his jacket and vest to allow him better access.

"Take off your shirt too, Eddie," Steve said.

"What?" He asked.

"You heard me, Tin Man," Steve said, his eyes growing slightly dark. "Take off your shirt."

"So, that's sticking, huh?" Eddie asked. "Does this mean that I can call you Dorothy?"

"No, I prefer Scarecrow. After all, they were friends of Dorothy," Steve said, smirking and Eddie laughed.

"Smartass," Eddie said and whipped off his shirt.

He watched as Steve’s eyes raked over his body. What was there to see? Eddie was pale with barely any muscle, and his tummy was quite soft. He barely had hair on his chest, unlike Steve, whose eyes were growing darker by the minute. Steve’s beautiful hazel eyes landed on his tattoos, and Eddie watched him as he swallowed, his tongue running over his bottom lip. Steve cleared his throat, realizing that he needed to focus and to grab some guaze to put pressure on Eddie's wound that was awfully close to his hip. Of course, Steve had to get on his knees to get a better look at the wound. Eddie groaned.

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Steve asked, looking up at him with soft eyes.

"Don't fucking look at me like that when you're on your knees in front of me, man," Eddie said slapping a hand over his eyes. "Just do whatever you need to do to me, and let's go!"

"Really?" Steve asked, and Eddie could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Shut up!" Eddie laughed.

Steve giggled as he stopped the bleeding, cleaned it up, and placed a bandage over his wound. It was nowhere near as bad as Steve’s. Suddenly, there came a harsh knock on the door, and Robin's voice came through.

"If you guys are done fucking in there, we need to check on Max, Lucas, and Erica!" Robin yelled.

"I hate her. I swear to God," Steve said and sighed. "She's right, though. Um, if I ask you to check my hair for spider eggs later, let me just say that it's completely and totally Robin's fault that I'm worried about that."

"Wouldn't mind get my hand through those gorgeous locks of yours, anyway," Eddie said.

Steve smirked and slowly stood up. His mouth shot out, and he gave Eddie's nipple a quick but gentle bite. Eddie cursed.

"You did say anything that I needed to do," Steve said.

Eddie gave a quick, hard kiss to Steve’s lips and hurried to pull on his clothes.

"Fucker, you didn't need to do that," he muttered and then said with affection, "Freak."

"Only for you, baby," Steve said, gooseing him on the way out of the bathroom.

Eddie giggled, swatting at his hands. His heart was pounding, his cheeks were flushed, and he could feel his stomach fluttering with a thousand tiny bats. Yeah, Steve Harrington was going to be the death of him.

They drove away in the stolen RV again, on the way to the Creel House, where they would find Max and Lucas perfectly fine aside from Lucas having a few bruises. After that, they would drive onto Steve’s house. Although they didn't know exactly how tired they were until they all sat down. Eddie sat against the driver's seat that Steve was sitting in again. He nodded off, waking up briefly to find Dustin leaning against him and snoring. He nodded off, only to wake up again to find the rest of the kids curled up against him and Dustin.

"If you tell anyone about this. . .," Erica muttered and fell asleep in the middle of her threat.

Eddie smiled and closed his eyes. He vaguely heard Steve and Nancy's voices something about not wanting to wake them up. They did the impossible and defeated Vecna. Even though he was still wanted for murder, Eddie wasn't worried. After Vecna, his friends. . .his family, well, they could do anything, especially with Steve fucking Harrington as his boyfriend. Holy shit?! Eddie's eyes popped open to find Steve looking at him fondly.

"Come on, Tin Man, we're in Kansas," Steve said.

"You live in Kansas?!" Eddie exclaimed.

"You're boyfriend's a dud, Steve," Robin muttered sleepily.

"You should join Hellfire, Robin," Eddie said, rubbing sleep from his eye. "So I can kill off your character immediately."

Steve wrapped an arm around Eddie's waist and let him lean sleepily against him. Eddie was glad that he didn't think, not once, when he kissed Steve. He was the luckiest Tin Man in the whole world.

[total-drama-brainrot]

Solo Victory Noah AU, where Noah is in Team Victory, instead of DJ... Noah later ends up becoming the final Team Victory Contestant... Alejandro keeps trying to sabotage Noah, but Noah always outsmarts all the sabotages... Noah ends up in the Final 3, with Alejandro and Heather... Owen is super-duper proud of Noah! 🏆

I've actually been toying with an AU where Noah ends up on Victory instead of CIRRRRH, watches what's happening to his team with thinly veiled annoyance, eventually grows sick and tired of sleeping in Economy (he's not at all concerned for the people he's watched be manipulated and/or his own position in the competition, why do you ask?) and manages to make it to the merge through the power of sheer spite despite being a one-man-team.

It's... not a very fleshed out idea, mind you, and I usually only ponder over it to make myself laugh at different scenarios where Alejandro is desperately trying to get Noah- the surprise one man army that no one saw coming- eliminated, and Noah managing to either outplay him at his own game or twist the circumstances to his favour in a very Looney Tunes-like fashion.

Because Alejandro would see the continued existence of Team Victory as a personal slight, so he'd put an increasing amount of time and effort into getting Noah eliminated if only to prove that he can. And Noah's just smart enough and finally motivated enough (initially by spite, turned vengeance, turned pure amusement) to spin Alejandro's schemes on their head every time. They're literally the Road Runner and Wile. E. Coyote.

It usually ends up with Team Chris or Team Amazon heading to an elimination ceremony, only for it to be a "surprise reward challenge" or something similar.

(Of course, they'd go through a "Alejandro tries to sweet talk Noah into an alliance" stage, like Alejandro does with DJ in canon, but Noah's switched on to Alejandro's true colours since he's literally watched him eliminate the rest of his team. Maybe Noah plays into Heather's offered alliance instead? Again, I haven't really thought too much on this silly AU.

After Chris doesn't allow Noah to join Team CIRRRRH, and Noah himself refuses Alejandro's offered alliance, it turns into Alejandro driving himself crazy trying and failing to eliminate Noah.)

The main draw of the idea, for me at least, is Noah not making it to the final three though. Because (in my mind) Noah doesn't even really want to be back in the competition- he just kind of went along with the crowd for the Celeb Manhunt bus chase, and inadvertently bagged himself a spot on World Tour. He's under no delusions that he'll ever win the million, but floating his way to the merge would at least make up for the embarrassment of being voted out first from the Gophers his short run in Island.

So he makes it to the merge after playing a glorified game of cat-and-mouse (Tom and Jerry Style) with Alejandro. He's got a hypercompetent Archvillain gunning for his elimination, and now that the teams are null and void, alliances are the name of the game. So what does Noah do?

He gets himself eliminated, just to take the satisfaction of doing so away from Alejandro. Probably through a technicality or something too, like Izzy's departure from the competition, to save himself the shame effort of jumping out of the jet.

That's mostly because I really like the idea of Noah reaching the merge, thinking "I've reached the goal I've set for myself. Might as well quit whilst I'm ahead!" and just-

Leaving.

(Which is ironic, because he's spent the last ~8 challenges actually trying to remain in the competition, and now he's just. Giving up. Drawing a line in the sand. "This is as far as I go.")

It's a shame that the London challenge happens pre-merge, because the idea of Duncan being forced back into the competition and the jet taking off before anyone realises that they're missing Noah- who snuck away into the city and is having a great time using Chris' debit card (of which he memorised during his time as Chris' assistant) to live it up bourgeoisie style in London- is fuelling me.

Realistically though, he'd probably sneak off in China during the eating challenge- because why would he stick around when Owen's gone? It wouldn't be hard for him to throw the eating challenge at the first round and then just. Not sit as the loser's table. Maybe he knows enough Mandarin to get by, and manages to stowaway himself back home to his family and beloved golden lab.

Meanwhile, Alejandro is seething.

Owen is really proud of his little buddy for making the merge, and a little disappointed in Noah for 'giving up', but when Noah expresses that he didn't have anything to stay for after Owen's departure, his disappointment turns to sentimentality.

[netripper]

zzz...

[mohabbaat]

this is so funny you and everyone is talking about 500 years of suffering like babar made masjid on temple that has no proof was there toh aise toh aadhe hindu temple medieval age aur stone age mein stupas ko tod ke bane hai. literally what was happening before the delhi sultanate came in to existence. the temple of kalapriya destroyed by indra III for example. temple desecration was a pretty common affair. if the supreme court of india was any good (or let's be real not dominated by upper caste hindu who perpetuate brahman hindutva) the decision would have been babri masjid not mandir. india as it was made in 1947 died today.

there is nothing I can say which will change you point of view so 🤷🏻‍♀️.

[bridgeportbritt]

Victory Gym | Sage, SimDonia

Reporter: We're back at Victory Gym, but not for sports. It's time for the Victory Charity Benefit! All of our athletes and supporting sims are coming together to celebrate a great competition.

Reporter: HM Queen Diana joins HRH Prince Gerhard to celebrate her husband's big achievement! The couple stun in matching victory blue themed outfits. This marks the last big event the couple will host or attend leading up to the Queen's maternity leave.

Reporter: Gerhard also poses with our competition winners who will all be recieving checks to their charities for coming in first place. The winners include HRH Princess Biyu of Shinchaku, Sergeant Dylan Labatt, HRH Duke Beckett of Parkshore, and HRH Prince Oliver! Now, let the party begin!

@geekysimroyalfamily @thebaillieroyals @officalroyalsofpierreland

[soup-child]

We haven't seen this much of a victory in battle since the crick in c1 and its making me feel some kind of way

[buttclench-ryugazaki]

i want to shout out one clever aspect of the encounter design and how it made the emotions that much more brutally devastating: the party is granted a solid chunk of real time to thoroughly work out their attack plan. it establishes a certain confidence and assurance that d20 combats never have, because normally enemy combatants get the jump on the party and not the other way around. preparatory moves like casting silence and positioning the fruit and trees ended up aiding them immensely. they're fighting at an advantage for a change. there are a few moments of tension but for the most part, they're controlling the fight and having fun with it. that the mission went off without a hitch or hiccup is actually the perfect setup dripping in delicious irony: they've spent the battle skillfully dropping fierce warriors no problem, and suddenly they find the queen pamela, unarmed. killing someone so defenseless should be the easiest thing in the world, right? it is the primary objective. there is no conceivable, practical reason to hesitate, lou delissandro

[nellasbookplanet]

Every now and again I'm reminded of how fundamentally different ttrpg liveplays are as a storytelling medium from literally any other and it drives me a little bit bonkers. So much comes down to chance; you can plan and strategize and have some absolutely wild modifiers, but if you roll a nat 1 you still roll a nat 1. It doesn’t matter how important a character is to the narrative and how many plans the players have for them, they can still die at any time and be inevitably lost because the dice told you, sorry, resurrection didn’t work this time. And then we build the narrative around that, an echoing hole that can never be mended, because we have no other choice but to move one.

You never know if a risky choice will be rewarded or punished. You can go into what looks like an easy fight and lose bitterly due to bad luck, or into what should be an impossible one and still win. You will never be reassured by the knowledge that it’s a prewritten, planned out story where some things are bound to happen for maximum narrative impact.

But neither will moments feel cheapened by the knowledge that it was always bound to happen. A character comes back to life in a movie and, well, you know it’s because the narrative needed them and they were never truly at risk; they come back in the game and you know just how easily the dice could have landed on a different number and it wouldn’t have mattered how needed they were.

It can, if we allow it, remind us that purpose and meaning in real life has nothing to do with inevitability or fate; it’s all about what we make it, the choices that arise out of chance, the consequences that come from choice. We create our own narrative out of inherent meaninglessness and chaos and it is beautiful.