200 proof

anonymous asked:

Why do you think bottom Yoongi isn't more popular? Like, I get it that's up to personal preference and I totally respect it, I actually don't really mind top Yoongi but reading him as a bottom is so much more satisfying for me and I wonder why most people are so against it? I swear I don't understand it, bottom Yoongi, both as a sub and as a dom, is so hot. T T

Actually when I was first getting into SugaKookie/Yoonkook I went in with no preference. Then I read both a bottom and top yoongi fic and couldn’t enjoy the top yoongi at all :/ So my friend, without reading either one, said she saw Yoongi as a top. I asked why because she was also new to the fandom. She said “He’s older.” And that’s it. Since then she has changed her perspective because she has gotten to know them better and sees Yoongi as the bottom now.

But it seems in the SugaKookie/YoonKook ship, age seems to be a huge issue for a lot of fans. Lots of the Top Yoongi shippers see Jungkook like he is 10 years younger than Yoongi and their relationship is some taboo thing because of age, and Yoongi has to teach Jungkook everything… when the truth is they are 4 years apart. 4 years is NOT a big difference. Both of them grew up in the same generation and know the same things. Age is not an issue here. They grew up at the same time.

Age being a problem would be if I were to date Jungkook. I’m 30 years old and Jungkook is 19 western age. I grew up with different things than Jungkook. It would be hard for us to meet on common ground because of our age. I’m not saying it’s impossible to start a relationship with this big of an age difference. My parents, for example, are 7 years apart in age. In the kpop world Eli from Ukiss married a woman 11 years older than him.

I understand that a majority of kpop fans are around the age of 15, and see age as a huge hurdle. But at that age even though they are 15 someone who is 18 (barely 3 years older) seems SO much older than them. So of course they’ll see Yoongi as someone way older than Jungkook than what he really is, and like my friend, the more dominant one, based solely on age.

When all the members have already stated how much of a bratty child Yoongi is, and how scary Jungkook can be. But everyone looks passed that to focus on their age and meme personalities. (By that I mean “cold hearted old grandpa yoongi” and “innocent baby bunny jungkook”)

Lol I’m actually out eating with friends when I stopped eating to answer this they were like “Damn she writing an essay!”

I have a lot of feels about this subject.

anonymous asked:

Here's a cracky idea--post movie fic where Peter has to deal with a bevy of new Ravager aunts and uncles: Stakar Ogord and his team. After all, Yondu may be gone, but his kid's still here, and what kind of friends would they be if they didn't look in on the boy every now and then?

At first Peter thought it was a coincidence that he and the Guardians kept running into Yondu’s old space pirate buddies all over the damn galaxy.

He’d met them after the funeral at a wild 3-day wake on Stakar’s ship (bigger than the Eclector, and painfully reminiscent of it). Peter’s hangover lasted even longer than the party, but he’d ended up having a much better time than he was expecting. Ravagers definitely knew how to party, but what Peter hadn’t seen coming was how much it helped to be around people who’d known Yondu even longer than he had … people who had loved him as much as Peter had. For the first time, he got to hear embarrassing stories about Yondu’s youth, got to know him through the eyes of people who had known him as an equal, rather than through the eyes of a scared Terran child.

… he’d liked Yondu’s friends, damn it, and there was a part of him that was angry all over again that he hadn’t gotten to know any of these people growing up. He couldn’t stop thinking about how different things might have been if Yondu had just talked to them, tried to explain …

Except, no: if Yondu hadn’t made the choices he’d made, been the person he was, then he would never have picked Peter up on Earth, and Peter would never have known any of these people anyway. And the idea of losing this life – the idea of never meeting Gamora, or Rocket, or Drax, or any of the others … never knowing any part of the galaxy outside of Missouri … never meeting Yondu … shredded something inside him.

It had been a very hard life in some ways, but it was his life.

So he got to know Yondu’s friends a little bit, and after the party broke up, Peter figured he’d never see any of them again.

But then they ran into Stakar on Knowhere, while they were fencing some artifacts recovered from the ruins of a nameless planet out near the Hub, and ended up having a few drinks with Stakar and Martinex for old time’s sake. And then there was that salvage job in the Crab Nebula, which also seemed to have gotten onto the radar of Aleta and her crew of terrifying warrior women, so they ended up cooperating with Aleta’s furies to get the derelict ship stripped down for scrap (it wasn’t like they could have fit it all into their cargo hold anyway). And Mainframe helped them out of a little jam involving a small mercenary fleet that they might have pissed off by snaking a job out from under them; she said she was just passing through anyway. And then Charlie-27 and Stakar were checking out the famous animal market on Murin-IV for some reason, which meant they were around to help Peter and company break out Rocket after he stupidly got himself captured as a zoo oddity –

… and wait a minute.

“Are you following us?” Peter demanded, the next statistically-unlikely time (two weeks later) when he ran into Stakar again, this time in a bar near the spaceport on a backwater ice planet while picking up parts after they’d had another skirmish with what was left of the mercenaries.

He was fully expecting Stakar to deny it, but instead the old pirate gave him a sideways grin and told the bartender to put Peter’s drinks on his tab. “You know,” Stakar said, swirling the bright-yellow drink around in his glass, “we’re putting the old crew back together – been pulling off a few jobs here and there.”

“I heard that,” Peter said cautiously. “If that’s an invitation – uh, not to shoot you down or anything, but –”

Stakar gave a sharp, hoarse laugh, and for an instant there was a hint of Yondu in the glint in his eyes, jabbing an unexpected pain under Peter’s ribs. “Not that we’d turn down the famous Star-Lord –” Peter wished he could figure out if he was being made fun of or not; there was a lot of Yondu in that, too. “– but I figure you’ve got your own thing going, and it’s working out for you just fine. Am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong,” Peter admitted.

“But,” Stakar went on, jabbing a finger at him around the smudged glass, “that doesn’t mean we don’t have your back. We weren’t there when Yondu needed us, but we’re sure as hell gonna be there for his kid. You’re a Ravager, son. You ever get in trouble, all you gotta do is give us a call.”

Peter stared at him, wordless. Stakar reached out and lifted Peter’s chin with a fingertip, closing his mouth. “You better shut that thing or something’s gonna fly in. Especially in here.”

“Uh … yeah.” Groping for normality, Peter knocked back his entire drink in one gulp, and choked. Stuff tasted like it was 200-proof. Why the hell had he still not learned that drinking with Ravagers was usually a bad idea?

“Another?” Stakar asked, looking amused.

“Sure,” Peter gasped. At least the drink gave him an excuse for why his eyes were watering.

He had grown up thinking that he didn’t have any family at all. Now he was starting to entertain the strange, dizzying possibility that you could have more than one.

i’m pretty sure even a straight historical figure having been married to someone isn’t proof that they were attracted to that person. we can acknowledge that straight people sometimes have marriages of convenience or necessity, but suddenly when it’s a historical figure who’s known to have been interested in the same sex we’re sure any straight marriages they had were definitely 200% genuine and irrefutable proof that they weren't gay, funny how that works

themackenziemachine  asked:

For the family thing: Girl Genius. My first thought was the castle school family but tbh the circus or Mechanicsburg or whatever kind of grouping you want could be fun too. Who cooks? Who just eats junk? Who goes All Out for holidays?

 oh man, the school family, yes.

Which one flirts the most? (Not necessarily with anyone in the group.) Theo flirts when he’s making people drinks, which means he flirts all the time, with everyone. There was a year or two where Sleipnir just glared while he did so, and everyone was incredibly grateful when they finally hooked up and she relaxed.

Which one is the best cook? In general, Nikodeamus, but nobody can beat Hezekiah’s grandmother’s rugelach recipe. (That first meal they gave Agatha, with the tentacles and green glop, was hazing. Well, kind of. Their ingredients are…often unconventional.)

Which one is the Appointed Fashion Consultant? Zulenna. No one really likes it, but no one can deny that she’s the best at making the rest of them look good.

Which one is the biggest nerd? honestly, everyone was expecting Gil to break through any day now for years. They just didn’t know he already had.

Which one eats the most junk food? Gil. Sleipnir always joked that he must be half jäger. Little did they know…

Who is the tallest? Gil.

Who is the shortest? Sleipnir is (relatively) smol, and will Fight you.

Which one goes all-out for every holiday, and drags all of the others into it? Theo inherited three things from his mother’s side of the family: a talent with poisons, a flair for dramatics, and a ruthless cheer about combining the two and dragging everyone he loves into the chaos.

Who sings and/or plays an instrument at the get-togethers? Oh, they absolutely had a band when they were all about sixteen. Z singing, Zulenna on harp and back-up vocals, Sleipnir on electric violin, Gil on something he invented that combined a lute and clarinet, Niko on drums and Theo managed the lights, or sometimes switched places with Gil.

Which one convinces the others to dress up for Halloween? No convincing required. What, are they going to disappoint the younger kids? (What would Madame Von Pinn think of that?)
Sleipnir got in trouble for a sexy jäger costume one year. With Von Pinn, not the jägers, obviously. They loved it. Theo was grumpy while she threw them into walls.

Who buys Valentine presents for EVERYONE in the fam? Gil loves his friends so much, honestly. He does his best to smuggle them knicknacks from Mechanicsburg’s Great Hospital every time he and Klaus go get immunized against something esoteric.

Who starts snowball fights? S L E I P N I R

Who is the Designated Mom Friend? Gilgamesh “Acts like a Sugar-High Toddler But Actually Has a Responsibility Complex Literally the Size of Europa” ‘Holzfaller’

Who is the Fun Dad Friend? Theo “200% Proof Alcohol” DuMedd

Who is the “baby” of the group? Do they embrace their status, or complain about it? Z is the youngest. Yes, there’s teasing.

If everyone played Hide and Seek, who would win? Gil tamps down his competitive streak and doesn’t take advantage of his superior knowledge of the castle, so, if Zulenna tries, she’s surprisingly good. (You don’t last in the Fifty Families without at least a little anti-assassination training.)

Who is the Designated Grump who secretly loves everyone? Zulenna

Episode 200: Why Were You Like This

The time has come to wrap up my thoughts on Episode 200. Not a task I’m looking forward to, in part because it’s the signal that I’m really done, and in part because I’m still pretty upset at how much complaining I’m about to do.

You have disappointed me greatly, Episode 200.

This isn’t how I wanted the finale to go. It failed me on pretty much every possible level, from storytelling and pacing to character interaction and emotional resonance. I can’t tell you how much I don’t want to conclude this liveblog project with a post yelling at an episode. BUT HERE WE ARE. I’ve not pulled my punches on any of the previous 199 episodes, and I’m not going to start now.

Episode 200, then. How it was a shitty series finale, and every last way I’m bitterly disappointed.


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anonymous asked:

Feysand in which Rhys dances with their daughter 😁😁😁. I'm crazy tbh

You are not crazy at all, trust me. This is essentially 200 proof domestic fluff.

I imagine this follows the previous string of domestic baby fluff

Rhys saw her out of the corner of his eye as soon as she padded into the room, letting her tug on his sleeve before he looked down from his desk.

“Daddy?” Lilith asked quietly, her bare feet turned inwards on the thick carpet. “Mama said you’d dance with me if I asked nicely.”

He grinned. “Did she now?” He scooped his daughter up, sitting her in his lap. He pushed a thread of questioning down his bond with Feyre, but she poked innocently back from the bedroom where he could feel her rocking their fussy newborn son.

Lilith’s chubby fingers ran over the dark embroidery on his sleeves.  “I want to stand on your feet again.”  He idly rolled up the sleeve of her nightgown that had come down over her small hands, the gift from Mor still too big for her.

“I think that can be arranged,” he said as she squirmed out of his arms, dark hair frizzing about her head, her wings splaying crooked from her body.  She’d learn to control them soon enough, but until then, he and Feyre just had to deal with the scrapes along the wall where her talons, small and sharp as puppy teeth, dragged against the paint.

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How to Bonetrousle the DMon

(Context: Shit is going down in the town, and the impulsive grippli slayer decided to take a swig of alcohol magically enhanced to be way stronger than 200 proof, and is down for the count. The summoner decides to call in a favor from his skeletal demon acquaintance to help.)

DM: Unfortunately, I can’t get the voice filter working.

Fighter: Just do your best Skeletor voice.

Slayer: (In Skeletor voice) You fool, I am the master of EVIL!

DM: …Why should I do it when you can do it for me?

(So the DM starts posting the lines in the chat for the Slayer to read. In-character lines are in quotations.)

Slayer reading Demon’s lines: “Needing my help twice in two days? My, but you rack up debts!” Nyeh heh heh! “What do you wish of me?”

Summoner: “Oh this is simple. There’s a fight going on, but my friend is too drunk to do anything. Could you help with that?”

Slayer as Demon: “Thou art more akin to chaos than order, to risk defilement for curing drunkenness.”

Summoner: “I’m willing to risk defilement for a lot of things.”

Slayer as Demon: “Very well, I shall cure the frog. However, this is the second time thou hast imposed upon mine good graces.” Come my next conquest we will best that He-Man, and you will help!

Fighter: You need to add more innuendoes.

Slayer as Demon: My magic staff is reserved for the most high quality individuals, with the most high quality assets! 

Slayer as Demon: “They say three times pays for all, so I shall give thee a third boon, one fitting for your temperament.” You have to help me awake my stupid brother Sans! He has been asleep for three days and refuses to do the dishes!

Fighter: That’s not a boon, that’s a chore!

Slayer as Demon: It’s the gift of charity, he gives it to you so you may give it back!


There are a Dwarf Paladin, Human Rogue (me), and a Half-Elf Wizard, in a bar that we are resting at before we raid a Lych Castle. Both Characters and players are drunk, except me (underage).

Paladin: I wonder what would happen if a drink was over 200 proof? (over 100% alcohol)

Wizard: Well… If one were to drink something like that, a paradoxical alcohol consuming wormhole would appere, sucking up every drop of alcohol in the world, creating mass chaos and decomposition of carbon-based life. Then all the silicone-based computers would evolve to destroy the rest of humanity and other carbon-based life, leaving them to take over the world.

Rogue (Me): What about the wormhole?

Wizard: Oh, it would then burn out because there is no more alcohol.

Dwarf: What the f*** is a ‘computer’?

Wizard: I have no idea.

Rogue (Me): Did you make that up?

Wizard: *Blushing profusely* Yes…

The DM’s face was completely encased with her hand the entire time.

We later regreted this.

Feel free to say “i don’t trust this person and this story sounds weird to me so i don’t believe it at all”, calling it a lie when you simply can’t know if it is or isn’t a lie is bullshit tho. just like people who spread stories can’t provide proof (for multiple reasons) you can’t prove that they are lying, simple as that.


On my 15th birthday, I didn’t have a “quince” (the latin version of a sweet 16), I went to a local ska show and got sang happy birthday on stage by one of my favorite local bands. Sometimes I want to go back in time, I miss the days of baggy ripped pants with tight tank tops, dirty converse, and not giving a fuck.

Herradura Smoked Peach Ice Tea 

 1 ½ oz. Herradura Reposado 
 ½ oz. Lemon Juice 
 1 ½ oz. Peach Juice 
 1 ½ oz. Earl Grey tea 
 ¼ oz. Simple Syrup 
 ¼ oz. Mezcal 
 1 Lemon Twist 
 1 Peach Slice 


Fill a high ball with quality cubed ice. Add all ingredients and stir thoroughly with a bar spoon. Garnish with a long lemon twist and/or a peach slice.