and the bar is really pretty

tomcoopr  asked:

May I ask a question. How do I make gay friends? I mean, not like fuck buddies, but real friends that talk openly about stuff and support each other. I see groups of gay guys who seem really comfortable and familiar, and I'm envious, I think it's something I really want and need. If I can't have a family, with kids and grandkids, to get old with and be part of, I need something like this. I don't know how to do it. What should I do?

Well I was always pretty bad at this kind of thing. But I’d say use your resources- gay bars and clubs to meet like minded people, go to pride and find people you admire, hell even use scruff and just hold to your guns you only want friends.

Or do what I did and meet your FWB’s posse and adopt them because they’re freakin perfect human beings.

Also…why can’t you have multi-generation familial love? You never know when romance will strike, and after that anything is possible…
the puppy bowl is the greatest invention of the 21st century. hair dryers included.

“You know, Lance, you’re really pretty… I could fall in love with you if I didn’t know the kind of person you are”

“Wait…. is that… an insult?”

Low alcohol tolerance Keith is my favorite Keith. Also shout out to my drunk friend who actually told me that literal sentence

percussion during a slow piece
  • percussion instructor: *sitting there fuming*
  • snare: "what's that? did I turn the snare off- of course I turned the snare off, why would I forget to d- shIT I left the snare on-"
  • bass drum: I wonder if I held that pause on that rest on for long enough? I don't think the 42 bars of rest really prepared me for that moment so forgive me if I'm mistaken
  • auxiliary percussion: "must. not. touch them until it's time... ten bars to go-- whO BREATHED ON THE WIND CHIMES-"
  • triangle: how am I expected to make a dynamic contrast who do you think am are
  • suspended cymbal: ssssssshhhHHHHHHHINGG oh wait that was supposed to be pp
  • glockenspiel: alright, I've got a pretty good part here, maybe it's the tune, not much else going on s--crap everyone heard me mess up time to die
  • vibraphone: "what's that? did I turn the brakes- of course I turned the brakes on, I'm using the pedal! why would I forget to t- shIT I'm sliding forwards-"
  • drumkit: *rocking backwards and forwards in a corner*
  • timpani: ppp? I think I'll just blow on the drum, don't worry my 73 bars of rest will give me time to take a nice deep breath
Sangwoo and the guy from the gay bar

I still keep thinking about why Sangwoo picked up that guy from the gay bar. It can’t be simple blood lust that has driven him.

I’ve seen people say that he did it to check his sexuality and maybe prove himself that he’s not really attracted to men (like a bisexual in denial). That’s why first he went out to flirt with girls and have sex with one of them eventually. He was still able to get it up. Then he visited the gay bar and hooked up with that married guy, but didn’t seem much interested. His faked his smile and his eyes looked pretty dead to me when they were kissing. But maybe that’s just because Sangwoo picked a middle aged man. I wonder if Sangwoo decided to take him home just after the guy tried to force him into oral sex or if he has planned it from the beginning. (I mean, if he just wanted to check whether he’s attracted to men wouldn’t he have chosen a guy his age that is more attractive? Or even a guy similar to Bum, just in case that he has a type?) So what if Sangwoo also wanted to teach Bum a lesson? Because physical punishment doesn’t seem to be enough. What if he wanted to tell Bum that he is replacable? Sangwoo could simply go out and pick up another guy to fool around with. That’s why he picked a particular man at the bar. One that is cheating on his wife. One that is quite old and lusting after much younger guys. (Even though he said that he never had a guy as young as Sangwoo. But this could be pretty much a lie because he doesn’t want to come across as someone who’s frequently hooking up with young men. That might make Sangwoo wary.) So Sangwoo would have a good excuse to justify killing him. He was a nasty old man after all, right? I mean it didn’t really work out in the end because Bum still thought he’s special to Sangwoo (jokes on you). But Sangwoo never really planned to kill Bum anyway, he just tried to scare him and fuck with his mind. Maybe that’s the reason why he picked that particular guy at the bar.

With the passage of time, we get older… not necessarily wiser. Battle scars and trophies are proof that “we were there.” But they somehow fail to validate the experience in a way that is meaningful, let alone profound. So, how do we determine what really matters?  I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure the answer lies closer to that scar on my right shin than on the shelf next to my trophies (which, of course, my dad has collected, shined, and displayed in his bar in the living room.) […]

While scoring goals and winning games are lovely to look at, those “roses” are empty on their own. I’ve realized that the emotional aftermath of big wins is the same as the emotional fallout of big losses…temporary. What actually sustains and enriches is the effort put forth…the investment. After fourteen years of youth soccer, four years of college, and (almost) two years as a professional, I still must try hard to not allow my football dream to be my master. After all, my career is not my identity; but my goals are important to me because I’ve watered them…I’ve tended them. That said, from winning I’ve learned to dream big and rejoice freely and from losing I’ve learned to how to get up, brush myself off, and forgive. Assimilating these lessons is how I can still play the game…the application of these lessons off the pitch…priceless.

- Rookie for Life,


CS FF: Casual Fridays

A/N: For @lifeinahole27, who long ago left me the prompt of ‘Captain Swan - casual Friday.’ Thanks go to @lenfaz for reading this over.

Summary: It was supposed to be just another one-night stand, but somehow she got carried away with this one.

Words: 4000 | Rating: M | ao3


Emma was pretty sure that if she wanted to take the time, she could write a really useful guide on what not to do when looking for a potential one night stand. Forget warnings like not being too drunk, not forgetting to pack a condom, and texting a friend to let them know where you are, these seemed like a given. There was plenty of more useful advice that could be shared.

For instance, don’t go for the guy at the bar with too much hair gel. It will end up with him getting all too handsy before you’ve even left the bar, and you’ll be lucky if he’s ever taken the time to figure out where a woman’s clit is given how long he’s spent getting his hair like that. Or don’t pick up the bartender of your local bar, unless you have no plans to return. Ever. Or avoid the guy in the corner of the coffee shop with the ponytail, he’s definitely going to recite some sort of poetry in your ear while trying to get you off and it is just going to kill it for you.

Or, much like the bartender scenario, don’t fuck your neighbor. No matter how hot or enticingly accented he may be, if your entire goal is an orgasm (or two, if you were lucky) and to never see the guy again, fucking your neighbor is counterproductive.

Emma was pretty sure this point couldn’t be high enough on said guide.

(Even if said neighbor delivered three.)

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The Good Girl - Teaser Summary (it's just an idea)

It’s kind of personal, really.

It would be Dean x Reader.

Summary: I was a good girl. I went off to a private Christian college because I knew there was a bad girl waiting to be set free. I wanted a career, so I made a choice. I went away. I didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink until I was 21. No bars until I was 23. Didn’t have sex until I was in love, or at least I thought I was in love. I’ve always liked who I am, but there was a pretty distinct shift when I was 25. Six friends. One guy. One piano. One drink. One bar. Everything changed. I’m different now, and I’m certain I’ll never forget that leather jacket or those green eyes. Jan. 24th, 2012. The day Dean Winchester rolled through town.

Would you guys be at all interested in a story like that?

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Jealousy At Its Finest

Pairing: Castiel x reader
Warnings: smut, an argument, unprotected sex, fluff kind of???
A/N: it might come out weird because I’m on mobile, but this is my first smut and I really hope you all enjoy it :)


You sat at the small table at the far right of the bar with a trio of you most valued and favorite people in the world: Dean—the flirtatious, sarcastic, seemingly gorgeous hunter, his brother Sam—equally gorgeous, yet significantly taller hunter, and Castiel—the seraph, who was just as pretty as the two hunters before her, just less witty and double the awkward.

You knew the boys well and had for several years, you knew them well enough that they found it necessary to take you out for your birthday; which was today, the big two-six. Of course, you tried to ignore the day as modestly as they allowed, but they—mostly Dean—had insisted on going out to a bar in town. So, here you all were, celebrating your birthday. Of course, you loathed this occasion. You didn’t see the need to celebrate a birthday; being a hunter there was a very large chance you were going to die significantly earlier than most people.

You were more likely to have your guts ripped out at 30 than you were to die peacefully at 80, and you were content with it. Your birthday however just reminded you how closer you were to dying.

Dean raised his beer in the air, “To Y/N.” He said, grinning cheekily at the group. You all followed his manner, but of course you couldn’t help but blurt your blatant sarcasm regarding your birthday.

“Yay!” You cheered falsely, “One more year closer to dying!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam chuckled, “Just take the free drinks.”

“Oh, whatever!” you huffed. “Dean don’t act like this wasn’t just an excuse to go to a bar, and Sam don’t encourage him.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and gazed at Castiel, you had been sitting silently this whole time. He was staring off in the opposite direction towards a women at the other side of the bar, which resembled the complete opposite of you. You felt a pang of jealousy in your chest as you scoffed turning your head.

You and Cas had a certain… thing… you weren’t together in any way or form, but you all still had a bundle of feelings for him deep down and he knew that. You two drove each other absolutely crazy and not in a good way, you were both stubborn and you both irritated the shit out of one another. It barely worked being friends, let alone being in a romantic relationship. You two had exchanged kisses and quarrels, shameless flirting and gestures, but it truly never exceeded that; he always insisted on staying platonically involved and you agreed, mostly.

Little did you know he had the same feelings you did, kind of. Being an angel made it harder to compose the same emotion, but he knew that he did feel something for you. He knew that it would be better staying friends, seeing as how he had been Heaven’s most wanted angel for years, it wasn’t safe for you. He already put you at risk by the two of you being involved. He was providing you safety.

At least it was what he told himself.

A lot of why he wanted to be your friend was associated with shame; he knew he wouldn’t be able to give you the things a human man could give you. A family, a home, a life—a safe life. Castiel hated that he couldn’t, but there was nothing he could do.

You felt extremely jealous that he was looking at some random girl, especially on your birthday, but you refused to let it bother you. He wasn’t yours and you weren’t his, so you really had no say in who he looked at. You decided it was best to ignore it and enjoy the night with the boys, after all there was free drinks involved.

The night carried on as you thought it would, there were corny jokes and stories told by all of you and you were actually having fun, even if Castiel had ruffled your feathers you still enjoyed it when he joined into the conversation with you and the boys. The four of you exchanged jokes and stories, the night was going rather swimmingly.

You weren’t hammered, but you were tipsy which you expected, being the light weight you were. You giggled and laughed uncontrollably as you looked around the room. You idly looked at the bar and a certain man caught your attention, he was looking at you just like you had at him. He smirked lightly at you but turned his attention back to the space in front of him.

He was cute, you thought.

He had a medium build and broad shoulders, dark hair and eyes. His facial structure was beautifully sculpted and his lips and eyes slightly captivated you. He was handsome and he intrigued you, but despite all that, he wasn’t Cas.

And to you, that had been his biggest flaw and the thing that made you stay in your seat.

“Why don’t you go to him?” Sam inquired indicating that he knew you were totally checking the guy out. You just scoffed in response.

“I’m not drunk enough yet.”

Dean piped up then, “I can fix that,”

You chuckled, “Nah, I’m not feeling the birthday-lay this year.”

You noticed Castiel tense up at this conversation, looking back at who you and the Winchesters were referring too. An idea brewed in your head then.

“Actually,” you started, “Maybe I am.”

You picked up a shot bringing it to your lips as you tossed your head back while drinking it. You wiped the remaining alcohol off your lips while grimacing at the burn and stood, “I’m gonna get my kicks while I still can. Wish me luck, boys.”

Dean grinned innocently and patted your shoulder. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Sam just looked amused as you trotted over to the bar, your hair bouncing as you walked.

Castiel however found this situation rather upsetting. He hated the idea of you going over to a strange man in a bar. In fact, he didn’t like the idea of you going over to any man anywhere. He brought the beer to his lips as he watched you strode over to the man, his anger rises to his chest. He wondered if it was jealousy, could angels feel jealousy? Was that possible?

You planted yourself on a bar stool next to the stranger and leaned close, “So you’re the man you sends strange women glances at bars.”

The stranger shrugged, “Not a crime to look,” he smirked at you, “I was actually considering sending you a drink, but your boyfriend over there gave me the signal that it wouldn’t be wise.”

“Boyfriend?” you scoffed looking over your shoulder toward your group. Castiel was sending daggers in yours and the stranger’s direction. “If you’re referring to trench coat over there, we’re not together and I’d love a drink.”

The stranger smirked, proceeding to get you a drink and asked your name. You told him and he exchanged that his name was James. Knowing Castiel was listening to every word exchanged amongst you two, you played the part of a perfectly flirtatious minx the whole time.

And you were right, Castiel listened to every word and cringed at every snarky or flirtation that passed back and fourth. When he saw the man whose name had to revealed to be James scoot closer and wrap a lengthy arm around you, Castiel nearly lost his cool but kept his composure as he realized you didn’t enjoy the gesture. Castiel knew you better than you thought and he knew you hated being touched like that, especially by a stranger.

As he watched across the room, you drank away with the stranger and talked. Much to your surprise, your plan was working, Castiel was angry and jealous just like you wanted.

Castiel glared angrily as James leaned into your ear and began to whisper, which he heard, “Why don’t we get out of here?”

That was it, Castiel stood and stormed toward the two of you. “Y/N,” he growled before lying, “We’re leaving.”

You, being as tipsy as you were, denied, “No.” you whined, “I want to stay h-here.”

“You’re too intoxicated.” Castiel said.

You just snarled, “Whatever, bye, James.”

You slid off the bar stool and walked a fast pace back to the table with the brothers, who both had puzzled looks. “L-let’s go,” you stammered.

“Well, do you want to leave?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” you glowered, “Nerd Angel ruined everything.”

Castiel was at your side, “I’m going to get her back to the motel, she’s had enough.”

“Alright,” Dean said, “Are you going—”

Dean was cut off as you and Castiel vanished from sight, the fluttering of wings sounding the air. Dean raised his eyebrows, “ To wait for us.” he finished as he took a sip of his beer, “We gotta teach him how to say good bye.”


Back in the motel room, you sat on the bed, waiting for the sparks to fly. “You’re infuriating!” Castiel shouted, “You say you contain emotion for me, but then blatantly flirt with a stranger.”

You rolled your eyes walking from him, “Whatever, Cassie, you’re the one who said you didn’t want anything romantic with me.”

He sighed angrily, “That doesn’t mean I still don’t feel for you romantically.”

You scoffed, “You blatantly looked at another girl, don’t act innocent.”

“And?” he questioned.

This, along with the substantial amount or alcohol in your system, only fueled your anger, “Like I said,” you rasped as you got in his face while continuing in a growl, “You’re the one who doesn’t want to be with me.”

Acid dripped from your tone and you stood your ground while he towered over you, keeping silent. A million thoughts raced in your head as your breathing quicken from being so close to the one man you felt so much emotion for these past few years.

Castiel only looked down at you with piercing blue eyes. In an instant he cupped your face between hands and pulled your lips together and like so many times before you both felt that familiar jolt of energy run through your bodies.

You lifted on your tippy toes as high as you could, trying to make it easier for him. Eventually Castiel became frustrated with your shortness and leaned down to cup the back of your thighs, lifting you up and having your legs wrap around his waist. He turned around and put you against the door to your motel room, your bodies were pressed firmly against each other as your lips moved in sync. You felt a small pool of arousal between your legs as he presses up against you as well and you pushed up against his lower area; this action erupted a low groan to slip from the back of his lips. He slowly began to grind against your lower half causing a heavenly friction—no pun intended—between the two of you.

Castiel pulled his mouth away and made it to your neck, peppering kisses along your throat and continuing his action with his, “Ive always wanted you, Y/N,” he whispered hungrily he continued to land tiny, wet kisses at the base. He pulled back, shaking his head, “No.”

You groaned as all actions came to a halt, “What now?”

“You’re drunk, Y/N.” He shook his head. “I can’t take you like this, it’s not right.”

You cupped his face as you grinded against him once more, “Cas, I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing.”

You felt him grow hard with your movements and it only made you want this more. He let out a low moan before reconnecting his lips to your neck, but this time it was hesitant. “It’s okay, Castiel. I wouldn’t tell you it was if it wasn’t.”

His hands snaked around your waist as he moved you to the bed, your back landed on the mattress swiftly as he slipped his trench coat and suit jacket off. He kissed you again with flaming passion, as he slightly cold hands found their way to your sides and he began to lovingly rub them. You jumped at the coldness, but didn’t object because you kind of liked it. Castiel’s hands found the him of the shirt and he pulled back and stared at you as he began to slowly lift it. You leaned a little off the bed so that your shirt would come off easier, afterwards you began on your bra, unclasping it and tossing it to the side. Your hands finding the buttons of his dress shirt.

While you worked on his shirt, Castiel worked on the buttons of your jeans. He unfastened and unzipped them, pulling them down your legs with ease. You slid his shirt and tie off and marveled at the beautifully sculpted vessel.

Castiel marveled at you as well as you laid there in nothing but a pair of light blue lace underwear. Your hair cascades down your shoulders with ease as your eyes sparkled with eagerness at him. He barely noticed you working at the buttons on his pants while he towered over you, admiring every detail he could possibly find. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

You gazed at him while yanking his pants down impatiently. Still standing he leaned down and pushed your panties aside, placed his fingers at your entrance while sliding in and you gasped at the contact. He slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of you while pumping his fingers in you at an excruciatingly slow and pleasuring pace. Your head fell back and you let out a moan when you felt his hot breath on the bundle of nerves above your entrance, his tongue found its way to your clit with his fingers still moved inside you.

His tongue swirled gently on your core while your fingers found his hair and you writhed above him. His eyes found yours before slowly closing as if he was savoring the taste of you. “Castiel,” you moaned.

This act in dialogue caused a sensual growl to come from him and he quickened the pace with his fingers and mouth.

You fell back on the bed, savoring every feeling. Your back arched and a moan escaped as he began to rub your clit with his thumb and stood up from between your thighs. You looked up at him, sitting back up as his hard member stood erect. You grasped his length in your hand and began to move back and forth, but he stopped you, placing a large hand on yours. “No,” he said, “Tonight’s about you.”

In response you pulled his lips to yours, laying back on the bed. You felt him as your entrance and sighed in pleasure. “Please, Cas,” you said pulling back. “Make love to me.”

He nodded, while sliding in and filling to the hilt. You gasped in response and he leaned down while pumping into you, placing kisses anywhere he could think to leave them. His pace quickened and his moans deepened as you wrapped your legs around his waist once more and you lifted yourself higher, allowing Castiel to go deeper. You shut your eyes in bliss as you felt every inch of him.

But you wanted to do more, much more.

You flipped the both of you over, putting you on top. You moaned at the deepness of this position and began moving as fast as you could. Up and down, up and down, up and down… Ugh, the feeling of this was amazing to you. You loved riding him.

You watched him as he watched you, his face twisting in pleasure while he watched you bounce on him. Your eyes fell shut in pleasure, before they snapped back open to the feeling of a hand gripping your hair tightly and tugging.

Castiel gripped your hip with his other hand roughly, his nails digging into your skin. “No, I want you to look at me.”

You moaned at this, him telling you what to do was euphoric, to say the least. You continued to move on top of him, fighting to keep your eyes open. Your clit began to lightly grind on his pelvic bone and you felt yourself building in the pit of your stomach. You kept your pace no matter how distracted you were by the intense pleasure you were gaining from all this.

Castiel sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around your back as you rode him and started thrusting upwards to meet your grinds. He started another assault of kisses and licks on your collar bone and it was helping the pending occurrence of the orgasm.

He tugged on your ear lobe lightly before rasping, “Fuck,”

You went faster, eager to pleasure him and cease your orgasm. The rain pounded hard on the roof above you, but neither you nor Castiel seemed to care. He thrusted upward at the same time a strike of lightening appeared on the outside of the motel window and you nearly lost it there, “Oh my god,” you rasped, “I-I'm—”

You were cut off the the feeling of his lips on your collar bone as an body shaking orgasm washed over you, you stilled but he fastened his pace at the feeling of you clenching around him. He soon followed your course after roughly pulling out of you and squirting himself all over the rug behind you; which surprised you because you had completely forgot that you didn’t wrap it up and mentally thanked god that he caught on.

He fell back on the bed, staring at you. Breathing heavily you said, “I need to make you jealous more often, huh?”

He grinned slyly, “Maybe.” He leaned up, capturing your lips with his.

Drunk Headcanons- Gentlemen

“Alcohol does not change you, it just makes you lose control of your inhibitions. What those people did–it was inside them.” -Dan Howlter


  • Pre-cyborg? Definitely the sexual predator drunk. Can’t keep his hands off anyone, cat-calls, making offensive comments, and much more likely to make a move on you and wake up with you the next morning with no memory how he got there.
    • Liked all kinds of wild, new cocktails (Sakura martinis, Niagara Grapes, even Grasshoppers)
  • Even though he drank a lot back then, this pretty boy could never build up a proper tolerance. Two and a half cocktails in and he’s singing ebarassingly at the kareoke bar
  • Now, well, I’m not sure he can process alcohol in his new body
    • I mean, it hasn’t been explicitely said if he can eat and drink or not anymore, but I’m assuming not
    • This has actually been really bugging me, in one of his voice lines, he says “Ramen! *sigh* It’s just not the same anymore.”
    • Which raises the question if it’s just that he can’t eat or if things taste differently or don’t taste at all for him
      • Which then makes me wonder if he has a mouth, which I think he does uuugh, I’m so confused
    • And in the newest lines with him and Angela exchanging chocolates? Angela would know whether or not he can eat, so she either knows he can eat the chocolates or is just giving them to him as a kind gesture to show that even though he’s a cyborg, he still deserves the same courtesies given to regular humans
  • BUT for now, I’m going to assume he can’t drink anymore
    • Although he still has a brain, so that means his brain can still be intoxicated, so saying that he was somehow intoxicated through some other means…
  • He would be very unaccustomed to the feeling, after all, it’s been so long since he’s been tipsy or drunk
    • Gets very quiet and ponderous, examining himself curiously for any reasons why he feels buzzed (think Legolas after the drinking contest in Lord of the Rings)


  • As he says in the game, he prefers alcohol with more of a bite to it
    • So I’d say he prefers tequila, whisky, gin
    • Back in his Deadlock days, when he turned 16, the members probably gave him a little “initiation” involving a bottle of tequila, a lemon, Kosher salt, and a worm (look it up)
  • Drinking is a common part of Jesse’s life, and he almost always sipping on a glass of whisky in the evenings
    • Gets wasted at least once every two weeks
    • Not the most healthy lifestyle
  • But he’s pretty good at hiding that he’s drunk
    • Sure, he gets louder, sillier, maybe a little grope-y with his s/o, but when it comes to drunk tests, as long as there’s no breathalizers, he can walk a straight line like it’s nothing
    • Years of experience
  • He has a pretty high tolerance, he is a cowboy after all, and he can drink most anyone under the table
    • But after about 10 shots of tequila, he’s gonna get drunk


  • Back in his Overwatch days, probably went out drinking with Jack quite a bit
    • These two would usually have some cold beers, but on special nights, martinis or margaritas
    • I’d even headcanon that he used to make the martinis and margaritas for the two of them
    • Can probably still shake up a potent drink even now
  • Used to have drinking contests every now and then with Torbjorn, Jack, and Reinhardt. He had a friendly contest with Jack, but always resented Rein for winning 70% of the time
    • He came close to beating him once, but…
  • He has a pretty good alcohol tolerance even today, it’s just that he doesn’t drink much anymore (not sure if he even can in his ghostly form)
  • But even if he can drink as Reaper, he probably avoids drinking simply because it interferes with his work
    • Doesn’t want to look unprofessional
  • But before the fall of Overwatch, when he and Morrison were butting heads, he probably drank quite a bit to calm his nerves
    • And some nights he’d just drink, and drink, and drink…
  • A mix of the angry, emotional, and tired drunk
    • Starts off really pissed, maybe throwing things, complaining about how much he hates Overwatch
    • Then gets really emo and mopes. Back then it’d be about how he lost his friendship with Jack. Now it’d be about living as a literal ghost
    • Then just collapses and falls asleep

Soldier: 76

  • Back in his Overwatch days, probably went out drinking with Gabriel quite a bit 
    • These two would usually have some cold beers, but on special nights, martinis or margaritas
  • Used to have drinking contests every now and then with Torbjorn, Gabe, and Reinhardt
    • Almost always the first one out. Though, he has a decent tolerancy
  • Was probably still professional with his alcohol before the fall of Overwatch
    • He was the Strike Commander, after all
    • Only drank off-duty
  • Now, he’s a little less of gentleman and will drink beer and whisky whenever he feels like it
    • He’s a grizzly, war-worn old man, you think he cares?
  • He’s an angry and emotional drunk
    • He won’t start fights, but if someone says even remotely offensive about him or his friends, he’ll be up in their face!
    • But towards the end of the night, he’ll get really sad and will start to monologue about the “good ‘ol days”


  • Prefers sake or any smooth, sophisticated drink. Nothing with a “bite” to it like McCree likes
  • Has always been very responsible with his alcohol. He had an image to uphold after all, and that sense of duty has never left him
    • Slowly sips his sake, taking into account how much he’s had and when to stop
  • But he’s such a kill-joy when he drinks with friends or significant others
    • Always reminding them when they’ve gone over their limit, being dubious of whether or not they can handle certain drinks, and sometimes cutting them off entirely!
  • Very much like Symm when it comes to drinking. He’ll drink, but he doesn’t believe alcohol should be drank for the sake of getting drunk. It should be savored for its taste and history. Only drinks it to unwind
  • But he can still get drunk. Once he’s hit a nice buzz, his responsibility will begin to waver, and he’ll lose track of how much he’s had
    • Probably the emotional drunk, mumbling about how the Shimada empire was to be his, how horrible he was to kill Genji, blah blah blah…


  • Ooooh boy…Oh dear….
  • There is NOTHING this boy won’t drink (but it has to be confirmed alcohol. He will not drink turpentine or boot-shine just to get drunk)
  • But this boy won’t even shy away from moonshine!
  • For him, alcohol was MADE to get you drunk! Jamie doesn’t drink unless he is seriously aiming to get wasted!
    • But he’s not a total alcoholic. He never drinks when he’s on a heist because he knows it’ll affect his work
    • Only drinks when he knows he doesn’t have anywhere to be in the next 12 hours (this does not exclude day drinking)
  • Usually just drinks plain old amber fluid (Aussie slang for beer) since it’s the cheapest
  • Always makes sure his friends have something to drink along with him. Coldies for everyone!
    • But who said he was paying? Who said he didn’t steel the coldies?
  • Not sure what Jamison’s tolerancy is since he chugs his drinks too fast to keep track of. He wants to get on that high fast!
  • A loud, silly drunk who laugh maniacally and catches the bar on fire!


  • Despite his size, he can drink a lot.
  • In his drinking contests with Rein, Gabe, and Jack, he’d win occasionally
  • A very loud drunk who will do drunken jigs on the table


  • Good luck getting this man drunk. He’s drank some bars clean before
  • He’s seven feet tall, after all
  • Loves a good drinking contest since he knows he’ll usually win
    • But just like battle, he lives for that rush of competition as he swigs down another glass of beer, staring his opponent dead in the eyes
  • Prefers German beers with the occasional schnapps
  • IF somehow you got him drunk, I’m sorry
  • He’s loud and VERY unaware of his size and spatial relation
  • He’ll teeter around, knock things over, collapse into tables (breaking them), and knock people flat on their faces when he pats them on the back
  • And if he passes out, you’ll have to call a tow truck to haul him out of there


  • Doesn’t like to brag, but he has a tolerancy level to rival Reinhardt’s
  • Can often be caught day drinking on the couch with a coldie, even when he has somewhere to be that day (he can handle a few beers before then)
  • But usually doesn’t drink in front of people except Junkrat, since it requires him to lift up his mask or take it off entirely
    • If he were to brag about his drinking capabilities, then someone would try to get him to prove it, and he doesn’t want to take off his mask in public…
  • But then there’s Junkrat, bragging for him, “You wouldn’t believe how much my friend Roadie here can drink!”
    • “Mrrghh…” he grumble, “Shut. Up.”
  • The biggest, hungriest, sleepiest drunk. It’s hard to get him drunk, though
  • But once he is, he’ll suddenly start making drunk food decisions and ordering hugs amounts of food at once!
    • Then he’ll scarf it all down, let out a monstrous burp, and pass out…
  • You should have seen how much he ordered during Chinese New Year! Where do you think that highlight reel came from?


  • He likes a good drink as much as the average guy, but he’s always sure to be careful
  • An all-around wholesome guy who looks out for his friends too when they drink. Reminds them when it’s time to take a break, have a snack, or maybe stop all together
  • His favorite drinks are Jell-O shots and he loves drinking if it involves a drinking game
  • When he gets drunk, though, he’ll pull out his tunes and start playing them really loud!
    • Eventually he’ll dig up some irritating meme music and start blaring that, laughing hysterically to it
  • He’s been booted from a few clubs early in his career for playing annoying music. Now he knows when it’s time to be responsible.


  • Zenny can’t drink, but I’m sure there’s a way to screw with an omnics circuits and recreate a drunken feeling for them
  • And he’d be such a silly drunk! He is only 20 after all–sassy little college student…
  • The next morning he’d be so apologetic for anything he did. He’d say that he just wasn’t himself.
Piano Man (Reader’s POV)

Title: Piano Man (Reader’s POV)

Summary: The reader finds Dean alone in the hotel bar.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Word Count: 1224

Warnings: nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (woman receiving) unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @casownsmyass Scenes of Smut Challenge. I was given a famous sex scene from a movie and I had to put my own twist on it. My scene: the piano scene from Pretty Woman (x). I decided to write two versions - one in the reader’s point of view and one in Dean’s point of view (here).

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evakvigg  asked:

can u please write a headcanon about cute evak hipster-dates, like going vinyl shopping and sitting in hipster cafes for hours just talking,, thrift shopping,, anything, pretty please

yes!! oh my god yes i’m so on board with this,

  • listen. even bech ‘pretentious hipster shit’ næsheim absolutely takes isak out to the weirdest places.
    • places specifically just to try artisanal beers, coffee shops that seem perpetually empty but are actually pretty cool, bars tucked away where you’d never find them (all their drinks are all puns on the names of famous poets), music shops which require squeezing into an alley and climbing two flights of stairs before you can get in and pretend to consider buying their weird saxophones, record shops that have real vinyls from the 70s, weird vintage stores that they never buy anything from because every article of clothing is so hilariously awful, movie theaters that only show cult classics, the list go on
  • even just really really likes exploring the city, you know?
    • it’s a city full of mysteries, one in every back alley and behind every door, and even was intent on uncovering each other.
    • every mystery has a story behind it, every person in the street has a life, every store has a history. and the thought of that is intimidating but also endlessly fascinating to him.
  • isak mostly just….goes along with it lmao

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So, um, I'm bored at work, and I saw that headcanon in your ask and then my hand slipped? (or, Prom 2.0)

Kara agrees to meet her at the bar.

It’s neutral ground, and she’s nervous because like, yeah, she should be taking her sister’s side in the fight, but Maggie sounded so sad and desperate on the phone that Kara just didn’t know what to do.

So here she is, sipping on a club soda, while Maggie fiddles anxiously across from her.

“So, like, is there a reason you asked me to meet you?” Kara asks.

“I fucked up, Kara. I really fucked up and I need your help.”

“What happened?” Kara asks innocently. Now, Maggie’s not an idiot, pretty much the damn opposite. She got a 2300 on the SATs, she’s one of the NCPD’s best detectives, and she knows that the first person to know about hers and Alex’s fight would be Kara ‘The Glasses Do Nothing’ Danvers. But Maggie plays along, because she knows Kara is giving her a chance to tell her side of the story.

“I just… I was caught up in my own Valentine's’ Day vendetta, I forgot this was her first one after coming out and I forgot that she wouldn’t… I forgot that…”


“I forgot that she’s not gonna hurt me. I’m used to falling too hard too fast and girls walking away when they’re done with me, but this thing with Alex is different. She’s different. And, and she makes me wanna be different, better.” Maggie blushes under Kara’s beaming smile, the Kryptonian clearly happy with Maggie’s admission.

“I wish she found you sooner,” Kara tells her, “she always chose the worst guys.” Maggie laughs at the way Kara scrunches her nose.

“No seriously!” Kara continues, “even like, her senior prom she went with this jerk who didn’t even get her a corsage! And then he spent all night trying to get her back to a hotel room and when she refused he called her a frigid bitch in front of the whole dance floor.”

“What an asshole,” Maggie says.

“Yeah, well, right after he did that, Maggie punched him in the throat and got kicked out of the dance,” Kara says with a small laugh, shaking her head at her sister’s antics. Once a badass, always a badass. But the story plants an idea in Maggie’s head.

“Kara, I think I can make it up to her, but I’ll need your help.” Kara grins, excited by Maggie’s newfound determination.

“What’s the plan?”


Kara storms into her apartment, rolling her eyes at the sight of Alex wallowing on the couch, a half empty box of chocolates in her lap.

“Get up, you gigantic cliche.”

“No,” Alex mumbles, “I’m too sad.” Kara strides over to the couch, and yanks the box from her sister’s clutches.


“Put this on,” Kara instructs, thrusting a black garment bag towards Alex. Alex folds her arms.



“Just let me eat my sad chocolates in peace, Kara.”

“Alexandra Danvers, I have spent the day flying back and forth across the state, I am not in the mood for any back and forth. Now put. This. On.” Alex quirks an eyebrow at her sister, and unzips the garment bag. She gasps when she sees the red material.

“Kara this looks just like–”

“Go and put on the dress, Alex. She’s waiting for you.”


The next step is ordering Alex an uber to her own apartment (Kara refuses to fly her there lest her hair get messed up).

By the time she stands at her front door, Alex’s heart is hammering in her chest, and she pauses for the briefest moment before turning the knob and heading inside.

She forgets how to breathe.

Maggie stands in the middle of her apartment, a black suit hugging her figure perfectly. Lanterns sit along the kitchen counter, and black and silver decorations pepper the apartment. And in Maggie’s hand, sits a corsage that matches Alex’s dress perfectly.

“Maggie… what is all of this?”

“Well, like, everyone deserves a proper prom. We got the decorations as close as we could to the photos from your mom’s place, and I made a Spotify playlist of strictly 2007 music to keep it authentic, and I got take-out from your favorite Chinese place, and, well, Kara helped me pick the cors–”

Maggie’s cut off by Alex’s lips on her own, and they kiss slowly and deeply.

“I’m sorry I ruined your first Valentine’s Day,” Maggie whispers.

“No,” Alex replies, “You made it perfect. The corsage, the dress – how the hell did you get a dress so similar to my prom dress??”

“I know your sister’s a superhero, but I also suspect she may be part wizard because honestly, I have no clue how she got it.”

“You’ll never know my secrets,” comes a muffled voice, and Alex laughs, opening the balcony curtains and revealing a sheepish Kara. Alex laughs as she unlocks and opens the door.

“No, no,” Kara says, staying on the balcony, “I just wanted to make sure that you were both okay and that everything was fine.” Alex smiles at Maggie, and it’s then she knows that she’s falling well and truly in love with Maggie Sawyer. She turns back to her sister.

“Yeah, everything’s amazing.”

(I’m sorry this is a thing I couldn’t stop myself)

Sirius Black's favourite things about Remus Lupin

-How Remus looks a two goody shoes prefect and is actually terrifying. He always thinks of the best pranks, he curses like an old sailor (James learnt his first swear from Remus)

-How everyone thinks Remus loves chocolate because he carries them with him just all the time. He has constantly atleast 3 chocolate bars with him. He used them as incentives when he tutors other students

-How everyone who spends just give minutes with Remus has a crush on the lanky boy with curls, awkward elbows and a lopsided grin

-How Remus always (ALWAYS) smells of tea and lemon (from his shower gel)

-How Remus forgave him after the Prank.

-How Remus acts when he’s drunk. He talks a lot, without any filter. “Sirius’ hair is so pretty and so long. Just really really nice to hold on to when we are-”

“Okay goodbye Dorcas”

-How Remus constantly wears sweaters. He has 3 layers of sweaters at any time in him.

-How Remus is ridiculously tall. Sirius‘ arms wound themselves around his middle. Remus has to crouch when they kiss.

-How Remus just knows when Sirius has a bad day. How he comforts him with hugs, kisses, cuddles, chocolate and stories. The wildest stories, always with a character called Padfoot (and sometimes one called Moony)

-Sirius Black just loves Remus Lupin. He could not unlove him, even if he tried or wanted to.

Why don’t we talk about the team trying to get on Bitty’s vlog more?

Like, they all know about it, even if they have respected his privacy and haven’t watched them (except maybe they have? Like, an episode or two from his pre-SMH days?) but they have all gotten pretty decent in the kitchen by now, and they honestly just want to be a part of that part of Bitty’s life.

Lardo maybe wants to make a traditional Vietnamese dish, and also brownies from scratch. Chowder wants to do his grandmother’s noodles, and something special for Cait. Ransom and Holster really just want to do anything, want to be included, but Holster misses Buffalo food, and Rans would maybe like to see Bitty’s take on Nigerian food, or maybe some Nanaimo bars. 

Dex kind of just likes being in the kitchen, has discovered he likes helping Bitty and likes making things with his hands; cooking is like an extension  of fixing things, but the pay off is delicious. Nursey is mostly a disaster in the kitchen, but he’s found that if given a repetitive task, his clumsiness is ameliorated. Plus, he likes being on camera, even if (or maybe because) Dex chirps him about it.

Shitty likes cooking, and also likes the idea of how annoyed his dad would be to see him in the kitchen in an apron, but he’s also incredibly curious about Eric Bittle YouTube star, and also wants to talk about the way Bitty is fighting heteronormative bullshit and dismantling homophobic ideas about gender roles.

Jack. Jack just wants to watch his boyfriend in his element. Maybe wants the world to see how they have learned to move around each other in the kitchen with ease, how he can anticipate Bitty’s needs and help him bake a perfect pie. How he’s learned to assemble a beautiful lattice crust on top of a pie.

I just have a lot of feelings about this, apparently? Like, Bitty expresses his love for people through his food, and all his friends want to be a part of that, but also, to recapture a little bit of their own experiences through cooking with Bitty, sharing their love with him with family recipes, and childhood memories, and their biggest passions.

a/n: this is really late and pretty short but i wrote this for @whyashton because it was her birthday on the 8th!!

Your grip on Ashton’s arm tightens as you approach the bar, trying not to squirm as you pass all of the women eyeing up Ashton like children in a toy store. You couldn’t blame them for staring, he looked drop-dead gorgeous tonight, but that didn’t stop you from feeling a hint of jealousy. Ashton glances down at you, noticing your slightly miffed look, and winks at you which immediately eases your nerves and causes you to loosen up a bit.

He orders a whiskey for himself and a glass of red wine for you, looking at you over the rim of his cup as he takes a sip of his drink. He watches you as you glance around the room, your eyes slightly narrowing when you see a few girls still ogling Ashton, and he can’t help but chuckle when you step slightly closer to him. He drags his fingers down your arm, goosebumps rising as you turn to look at him when he takes your hand in his. “Relax, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” Ashton mumbles as he brings your hand up to softly kiss the back of it.

You nod and take another sip of wine, the both of you quietly nursing your drinks together as the rest of the people at the wedding reception rush around you in a flurry of excitement and slight intoxication. You take this time to really look at Ashton, your eyes roaming all over him, from the black shirt and red velvet bowtie on his torso to the silver rings adorning his fingers as they curl around the glass. You could barely keep your hands off of him when he emerged from the bathroom earlier that night, his outfit almost causing the two of you to be late to the reception (although he blames that on you and the dress you chose to wear that night).

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Ashton teases you as he tugs at your hand to bring you out of your reverie. You roll your eyes and place your hand on his chest to lightly shove him, your face heating up when he catches your hand just as you’re about to draw it away and keeps it over his heart. “Let’s go dance, baby,” he whispers excitedly, a crooked smile on his face as you shake your head but let him pull you towards the dance floor anyways.

He takes your hand in his, placing his other hand on your lower back as you place your other on his shoulder. The two of you dance along to the song, both of your hands taking his as the jazz song speeds up. A smile makes its way across your face as he sings along, gliding you across the floor with as much grace as he can muster in a crowded dance floor. As the two of you dance together, the moon decides to make an appearance through the clouds, its light shining right on you and making you look like even more of a goddess than you already do. And in that moment, when Ashton spins you back towards him with the moonlight glowing around you, he swears that he can see stars in your eyes.

Disrespect - Part 3 (Tyler Seguin)


Part 1  Part 2

Word Count: 966

Team: Dallas Stars

Warning/s: mention/consuming of a little bit of alcohol, mild swearing

Summary: After the horrific dinner, you avoid everyone involved but your plans get messed up when the Stars win against the Red Wings

A/n: Omg thank you for so much support! I got so many people asking me about this! It’s incredible. This is the last Part, I hope you like it. Requested by: @sergeifedorov @emmacromito @scottish-kid @juicyqueenlme

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“Oh I am so fucked.”, you groaned when you saw who had just entered the bar.

 You turned back to your friends and the bar, ordering another drink. You needed it. You really did.

You hadn’t talked to Jamie and Katie ever since that Dinner. You were so mad, you just wanted some space. Katie had called and you were pretty sure Jamie had hired Jordie to make them look less like bad friends, but you had ignored those attempts, making it clear that you didn’t want to talk about it.

But now, all of those things didn’t matter. Because half of the Dallas Stars had just entered the boy, cheering and ordering a lot of Alcohol.

“Yes you are.”, one of your friends giggled when a muscular arm was wrapped around your waist. 

“Y/n! Nice to see you here on such a fantastic evening!”, Jordie grinned, already slightly drunk.

“And why is it so fantastic?”, you laughed, gaining the attention of some of the players. Of course, they knew you, they were just confused as for why you were there. 

“Because we just kicked some Red Wings ass and this wonderful guy”, he said pointing to himself, “scored the game-winning goal.”

“Oh, well if that’s the case! Barkeeper, I’d like to order two shots. For me and the bearded wonder over here.”

You watched as the Barkeeper took your order and filled two pins in front of you, clicking your glass with Jordie’s. You downed the shot of burning liquid and waited until your throat stopped burning, but when it did, you actually smiled.

“And that’s why you are a great friend. Time to say hi to the team.”, Jordie continued, pulling you over to the players that had found a few tables at the end of the bar. 

“Jordie.”, you warned but he just chuckled and placed you directly in front of Tyler and Jamie. 

They had happy looks on their faces although Tyler’s altered slightly when he saw you grinning. He knew that the Benn’s had practically adopted you as their second sister, but he still felt some kind of jealousy, seeing you with Jordie’s arm wrapped around your waist.

“Guys, look who I found!”

“Hey.”, you greeted half-heartedly earning a glare from Tyler and a slightly happier greeting from Jamie.

“Heard you won.”

“We did. We almost lost but Jordie managed to get a breakaway goal. No idea how he did that.”, Jamie said, smiling about the fact that it looked like you were trying to start a conversation.

“Yeah, no idea how I did that either.”, Jordie laughed, pushing you down into the seat next to Tyler’s and opposite to Jordie.

 What was going on? Oh no. Jordie really was working for Jamie. Shit. you were screwed.

“Uh sorry, but I should really go back to my friends.”, you excused yourself, trying to stand up. Jordie grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back down.

“Uh you’re friends are dancing. You don’t dance. You don’t have to go.”

You couldn’t see it, but you could hear Jordie starting a conversation with Patrick Sharp behind your chair, while Jamie was standing up.

“I’m gonna get you a drink Y/n. Have fun.”, he said, leaving.

And that’s how you ended up at a table, next to Tyler in uncomfortable silence.
You didn’t want everything to escalate like it did before. So you took a deep breath and - for the first time since you had seen Tyler - actually looked at him. He was watching you, the way you were trying not to run, the blinking of your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something and Tyler’s gaze flashed down to your lips.

“I’m sorry. I was way too mean the other night.”, you apologized.

“No worries. I deserved it. It was a stupid Idea, to begin with. But I just wanted you back so…”

“Wanted?”, you asked, not showing if you thought it was positive or negative.

“Want. I still want you back.”, Tyler corrected himself. 

He saw the way your eyes immediately dropped.

“Sorry. But it’s just what I want. I miss you.”, he stated quietly.

You forced yourself to look up again, trying not to look as sad as you felt.

“You don’t have to be sorry for that. It’s just that we didn’t work the first time. Why should it work the second time?”, you sighed. 

“Because I love you. And I know that you still love me. That’s it.”

“It’s not. If nothing changes, it will end the same way it did this time.”

“No, it won’t. Because I was acting like a complete idiot. I should’ve respected you more. But I know that now, so I won’t make that mistake ever again. I will call you when I stay out. I won’t cancel dinner. Please. I know it sucks that it took you leaving, for me to realize this. But this is not over yet. All I am asking for is another shot. And if I mess up again, I’ll leave you alone for good.”, he pleaded, his eyes piercing through your skin.

You watched him for a second, your head doing the math for you. Could you do it? If he was ever that stupid again you would probably pack your stuff and move away or set his house on fire.

“Fine. One chance. I mean it just one.”, you agreed breathlessly.

Tyler let out a breath that you didn’t notice him holding before he reached out for your hand and laced your fingers with his.

“That’s all I’m gonna need.”

In honor of the Olympics…


  • Shiro is a beach volleyball player.
  • Lance is a swimmer.
  • Keith is a gymnast.
  • Hunk doing weight-lifting
  • Pidge is an archer and one of the youngest in the games.
  • Allura competing in the women’s all-around gymnastics, and Coran is her coach.
  • Keith hanging out at the practice pool because he’s thirsty and watching Lance swim and oh no he’s hot
  • He feels really un-patriotic for rooting for the hot guy and not his own country, but he does it anyway (in his head, of course).
  • No one expects Pidge to win any of their events because they’re a child, but, surprisingly, they come in first place.
  • Allura is very flexible and is best at the balance beam.
  • Keith doing parallel bars and asking Allura to practice with him because she’s pretty much the best out there.
  • She does it, since she’s super nice (and they aren’t competing against each other) and she cheers for him at his competition.
  • He tries hard to make her proud
  • Hunk just completely annihilating the competition
  • Lance nick-naming Pidge “Katniss Everdeen”
  • Shiro getting a bloody nose from getting hit in the face at full force with a volleyball, but finishing the game anyway.
  • Lance having a really strange pre-game ritual of eating an orange slice 45 minute before the game, talking to a picture of his mom and saying that he’ll make her proud, complimenting himself in the mirror, and putting/taking off his goggles 3 times.
  • Allura’s team’s leotards are super sparkly and she looks like a beautiful goddess
  • “You can’t date someone from a different country’s team.”
  • “Fucking witness me”
  • Asexual Shiro “They don’t call me an ace for nothing” (get it??? like… like a good serve-)
  • Lance hits his head on the side of the pool often when he doesn’t pay attention