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Exploration - Rhycien

Here it is! The Rhycien prequel from Don’t Look Back that you can find the entire masterlist here. You don’t need to read DLB, because at the end of the day this is just teenage Rhycien touching dicks in a cupboard. Yeah. 

So as you can tell, this is super NSFW. 

Enjoy!

Originally posted by la-ragazza-degli-abbracci

Lucien was becoming tired of parties, he thought as he sat on the only sofa amidst a crowded room full of 16 year olds drinking from their parent bought alcohol.

His best friend had already dragged his other best friend off to god knows where to do god knows what and now Lucien was going to drink his misery away. He remembered the apologetic look on Feyre’s face as Tamlin pulled her away, leaving him alone and unwilling to find people elsewhere. There was a very short list of people of which Lucien could bare to even look at for more than 45 seconds, so he decided getting pissed by himself was the better alternative to making new friends. 

Sipping his almost empty bottle of cheap beer -was it the third or fourth one? He couldn’t tell - he watched the room buzz around him. From the girls dancing to the constant snapchats, to the boys watching the girls dance with open intent that made Lucien almost gag, to Cassian Spera drunkenly break dancing. He had every intention to just leave then and there.

But his lone time was interrupted by none other than the high school’s most beloved prick. One who happened to be on the list of those who Lucien couldn’t bare for more than 45 seconds, or in this case, it only took less than a second for Rhys’ presence was to be simply unbearable.

“How’s my favourite-“

“Fuck off, Rhysand. I’m not your favourite anything,” he deadpanned, unwilling to engage, unwilling to participate in the games that Rhysand Spera liked to play.

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You rub a can of cheap beer and a small, pudgy spirit in a stained undershirt emerges. He is the Shitty Genie, and he’ll grant you any wish as long as it’s kind of shitty and won’t substantially change the course of your life.

Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. I peg my boyfriend and afterward reassure him of his heterosexuality and overwhelming masculinity.

Harry in an old Intv saying smt abt If I had it in my way “lunch pub every sunday” cheap beer and its okay 👀 as the lyrics Louis tweeted from his album (c: @ DonnySoldier28 )

5

so i recently attended a concert and had a bit of a reflective moment during the opening song. i’ve spent 24 years bottling up something that i’ve always known about myself out of fear of rejection and change. but in that moment, soaked in sweat and cheap beer, i suddenly realized how tired of lying i was. 

this past week of coming out to my family and coworkers was equal parts terrifying and exciting. but saying “i am transgender” got easier every time i said it. i know that i have a rough road ahead of me but i’m gonna ride this high as long as i can. 

Just Like You lyrics

VERSE 1

It’s the guy from the one band

Cigarette in my left hand

Whole world in my right hand

Twenty-five and it’s all planned

Night out and it’s ten grand

Headlines that I can’t stand

PRE-CHORUS

But you only get half of the story

The cash and the cars and the glory

No sleep and we’ll party ‘til morning

Cause nobody cares when you’re boring

CHORUS

I’m just like you

Even though my problems look nothing like yours do

Yeah I get sad too

And when I’m down I need somebody to talk to

Yeah I feel the same as you do

Same stress, same shit to go through

I’m just like you

If you only knew

VERSE 2

If I had it my way

Pub lunch every sunday

Cheap beer and it’s okay

I wanna lay where she lays

I wanna stay in these days

Gonna smoke and it’s okay

PRE-CHORUS

But you only get half of the story

The cash and the cars and the glory

Just like everyone else here before me

Cause nobody cares when you’re boring

CHORUS

I’m just like you

Even though my problems look nothing like yours do

Yeah I get sad too

And when I’m down I need somebody to talk to

Yeah I feel the same as you do

Same stress, same shit to go through

I’m just like you

If you only knew

BRIDGE

Every heart breaks the same, every tear leaves a stain, can’t I just be same?

Every heart breaks the same, every tear leaves a stain

Let me be the same

CHORUS

I’m just like you

Even though my problems look nothing like yours do

Yeah I get sad too

And when I’m down I need somebody to talk to

Yeah I feel the same as you do

Same stress, same shit to go through

I’m just like you

If you only knew

If you only knew

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A/N: Hello everyone! It’s been a hot minute. Hopefully this new series makes up for everything J I haven’t written hybrid!au stuff before, but I find it really hot so why the fuck not right?

There will be smut in later chapters!

If you’re not into that kind of stuff, then I wouldn’t read this story.

Based sorta on this J-Drama called Kimi Wa Petto, if you wanna check it out its super cute.

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fake dating!zimbits ft. alicia & the gang

CW: coming out (more or less voluntary), pining, meddling friends, nosy mothers


Jack rushed into the kitchen with wild eyes and uncombed hair. It was Saturday, which Bitty knew was the only day of the week he allowed himself to sleep in. Jack hadn’t even changed out of his pajamas, and he was adorably rumpled as he slammed his palms down on the counter and stared at Bitty.

“My mother is coming into town next week,” he hissed, glaring like Bitty himself were responsible.

“Okay?” Bitty turned the heat off of the stove where he’d been cooking up a mountain of eggs. It was absurd how many eggs a handful of college athletes could eat in one setting. “Your mama seems like a lovely lady. Do we need to clean the Haus? Put Shitty in suspenders so he won’t magically lose his pants while she’s here?”

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Sex Workers: YES, you're a Whore.

You know what baffles me about girls who have barely entered the industry?

The first moment when they experience degradation for being a whore. Listen girl, listen good. You ARE a whore. You MUST understand and accept this BEFORE going in. None of this “Ohhhh if I’m a sugar baby, I’m not really a whore. I’m just dating wealthy men….for financial advantage and letting them fuck me."🙄🙄😑😑

What does it mean to understand your identity as a whore?

It means you’re a female no longer constrained by our massive slut-shaming society, and would rather do what it takes to be able to walk in ANY restaurant in the world and not worry about the price on any goddamn item you so desire. It means if your loved one suddenly got ill, you can come up with cash to pay for the best medical treatments for them without taking out a loan. It means you will probably be one of the handful of your classmates who won’t have a student loan hanging over them for the next several decades. It means YOU ARE NO LONGER A VICTIM FOR FUCK BOYS.

These vanilla women will go out of their way to shame you while their sexual partners have them saved as "Ashley OKC” from that one really drunken night. He wouldn’t even be able to pick her out of a lineup in less than a year. Also the same women whose idea of a “spoiled and romantic” date is at a pizza parlor. They will glorify being a “ride or die” chick for men out there hiring us on the low.

These men who have no problems watching AND ENJOYING women get violated, beaten or brutally gangbanged on their screens will be the first to say “So you fuck for money?” with a shocked look of disgust on their faces. The same type of men who’ll order cheap kegs of beer and VIOLA; strippers for their bachelor parties.

You girls need to wake the fuck up.

Why are you letting insecure and dumb as shit females or lying, cheating and manipulating men dictate YOUR standard of self-respect and morals?

Know what it REALLY means to be a whore and OWN IT….with your rent being paid, nails being done, delicacies on your dinner plates, and a smile on your face for no longer wasting your time on bullshit men that don’t enrich your life in any way.

DO NOT BE SHAMED FOR USING ONE OF THE FEW HANDS YOU WERE GIVEN IN LIFE.

Every time someone insults me with something like that, I reply “Hm, Is it fulfilling having to figure out the food budget for each month?”

Make that money and stay safe, ladies. 💸💸💸