beer dance

got7 as neighbors

jaebum: the one mysterious neighbor
- barely outside
- the one house nobody dares to go to on halloween
- you would never know when he’s home
- rumors spread about him being a psycho
- his cats roam the yard sometimes
- has about 244 cats
- has on giant hoodies with headphones in as he dumps the garbage
- hot af
- intimidates everyone
- jehovah witnesses skip his house

youngjae: the chipper neighbor
- “good morning Susan!”
- borrows people’s things but they’ll never get it back
- house looks like an entire garden
- is friends with everyone in the neighborhood
- you’ll see him all dressed up for church on Sunday with his nieces and nephews
- always mowing his lawn
- has family and friends over his house literally everyday
- decorates house for every holiday
- very loud

mark: the shy neighbor
- sits out on his porch while listening to music
- always getting compliments from other random people walking past his house
- blushes whenever he makes eye contact with people
- barely talks
- always at home unless he has to go to work at In N Out
- invites his friends over at night for small house parties
- hopes you like rap music since that’s what you’ll be hearing all night
- turns from a quiet small boy to a loud f**kboy
- is really attractive

bambam: the extremely weird neighbor
- the smell of burnt lasagna can be smelled miles away
- always outside with no shirt on as he tries to flex his ‘muscles’
- pool parties in the summer
- has his best friend over everyday
- dabbing like the usual
- flirts with the cute girls that walks by on the sidewalk
- “you can come in if it’s too hot baby.”
- cringey
- gets slapped upside the head by elders
- luxury mansion

jinyoung: the shady Christian neighbor
- despises bambam and yugyeom the most
- “I’m allergic to sin.”
- hands out fliers to come to his church for worship service (especially to jaebum)
- dresses in formal attire everyday
- pastor in the streets but the devil in the sheets
- sits outside with his wife as they supervise their 3 children playing outside
- never at home when it’s Sunday
- whoops bambam on site
- always giving neighbors death glares when they do something stupid

jackson: the loud neighbor
- literally never wears a shirt
- you’d catch him in your backyard borrowing your water hose
- “are you gonna use that bro?”
- makes the ladies blush with his muscles
- always exercising
- gives everyone on the block organic tea for halloween
- his laugh can be heard from here to France
- probably bi
- always screaming
- barely at home
- outside drinking beer

yugyeom: the dancing neighbor
- bumps Chris brown everyday
- everyone knows he can dance. everyone.
- whips with bambam
- everyone assume he and bambam are boyfriends
- plays doorbell ditch at Jinyoung’s house
- gets beaten with a belt by Jinyoung
- “do you have any sugar?”
- somewhere moonwalking in the suburbs
- very tall
- T.P.’s houses on Halloween
- knocks the power out by crashing his Lamborghini

I’ll Show You

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 4,609 (I’M SORRY)

Warnings: strong language, kissing, teasing, oral (male recieving), unprotected sex, fingering 

requested by @ephemeral-stilinski
A/N: I KNOW THIS TOOK ME SO LONG AND I’M SORRY BUT IT’S FINALLY HERE, SO ENJOY!

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae


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History will always repeat itself.

So when this stupid fucking wall is built, I hope after 4 years we all get together on both sides and tear that shit down like they did the one in Berlin and drink cervezas and dance all night atop its ruins. 

I Slapped Your Ass in Greeting

John Laurens x Reader, ft. Alexander Hamilton

Modern AU

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1984

Warnings: Mild swearing, social anxiety, butt slapping mentions of alcohol, and violence

Request: (Anon) :I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting AU please!

A/N: At first I didn’t think I’d be able to do this one, but I totally fell in love with it and it all game together. I love this one so much. As for the anon, that brought up our faults in our schedules, I’m really sorry. We are really going to try and stick to the schedule this week, unlike last week which was awful. Enjoy!


“Excuse me, excuse me.” you whispered as you tried to navigate the crowd. Your friends had abandoned you and you were left in a terrifying crowd of punks. You were sure that they were all nice once you got to know them, but they were intimidating from the outside, and you could barely speak because you were choked up with fear.

You shifted with the long line to the concert. You popped in your earbuds and tried to calm down and listen to some music. You texted your friends, begging for them to come back or at least take you home.

They were your ride, and as of now, you would have to find a way home. You frowned when you glanced down at your battery. It was already below 50%. You envisioned yourself in the worst possible scenario, getting thrown into the mosh pit, suffocating from beer, smoke, body heat, and of course social anxiety.

At the thought of this, you turned up the music a little louder, trying to drown out your thoughts. It was getting dark and the concert was about to begin. You had no idea what you were going to do. You considered hiding and crying in a restroom for majority of the concert and hope your phone had enough battery to call someone to pick you up.

“Hey, sexy!” you felt a swift slap across your butt.

Your face instantly turned red. Every part of your body turned red hot. Anxiety coursing through your veins.  Your heart pounded in your chest. Your stomach dropped.

“Ohmygod!” you turned around to see a man, completely red staring at his hand and back at you. “Ohmygod. I am so sorry. I thought you were-I-I.”

You stared at disbelief at the man. He was short and had curly dark hair, that poofed under his red baseball cap. The cap was torn and frayed on the edges with a bit of sweat around the bill. His freckles were like stars compared to his red tomato face.

“I am so so so so sorry! I thought you were my friend and I-”

“Your girlfriend?” you blurted out.

“What? No. My boy-I mean my best friend. Alex. Alexander Hamilton? He’s about yeah high,” he waved the air just below his neck, “full of angst, anger, long dark hair but smooth. Kinda like mine but straight.”

You laughed.

“What? Excuse me?”

You blushed. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” you looked down and tried to avoid his eyes.

“What’s so funny?” he asked in a joking tone.

“Nothing, it’s just… you started out saying boyfriend, then you said he was straight and you said you have curly hair-which I mean you do, it’s beautiful-but then it was like the implied joke that you know you aren’t straight and ohmygod I’ll shut up. I’m sorry.” you were rambling and your words jumbled into one, long, run on sentence.

You expected him to yell or defend himself.

He replied with a grin and laughed. He extended his hand. “I’m John. John Laurens. You can call me, J, J La, Laurens, Johnny, Jonathan, frankly you can call me whatever you like.” he chuckled. You took his hand and shook it tentatively.

“I think I’ll just stick with John…J La.” you laughed.

He smirked. “So forgive me, let’s forget about my friend for one moment. But, you seem like a fish out of water here.”

You laughed and nodded. You and John walking to keep up with the moving line. “Yeah, I came with some friends but they ditched me. Also, they were my ride. So, I’m kind of just stuck here. This night has been pretty awful so far.”

“Well, that’s nothing a few beers, dancing, and good music can’t fix.” he smiled.

“Shouldn’t you find your friend, Alex, or something?”

“Nah, he’s fine. Probably lecturing some poor old punk about classic rock and such. He actually kind of likes heavy metal, but I dragged him here with me.” John pointed to his shirt, pointing at the Aerosmith logo. “I love classic rock. But yeah, he’s probably fine. You wouldn’t mind sticking with me would you? I just..I just don’t want you to get lost or overwhelmed because your friends were such assholes-oh,” John blushed, “sorry, that wasn’t my place.”

You shake your head. “You weren’t wrong.” you sighed. “But, I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer, considering that I well have no one else except me, myself and I.”

John smirked back at you. “You wouldn’t mind if I held your hand then?” he blushed. “Ya, know…so that we don’t get separated or anything…”

“No, not at all.” you threw your hand into his. A warm feeling washed over your body. It wasn’t anxiety anymore. You couldn’t explain it.

You and John continued to talk, he talked a lot of about Alex, and then asked about you. You let him pull you a few rows behind the mosh pit. You started to scream at each other, because the band was doing soundchecks and the crowd was chanting and cheering.

“So, you work at a pizzeria?” you asked.

“Yeah, I actually own it. Just on a college campus not far from here. Originally, I was just an apprentice at the old place, but the old man moved and gave it to me. She’s my little baby. Kind of like Alex.” he laughed. “I swear we aren’t a thing. He’s just my odd wing-man/best friend.”

“Suuuure.” you laughed.

“New York City!!!” one of the frontman singers screamed into the microphone. His hair was long overgrown and thinning fast with old age. He must have been touring for at least half a decade now and was closer to a hundred. The man who was a classic rock legend of his era, was almost a century. But he still had the sound pipes of an angsty thirty year old.

You and John quickly got pushed into the mosh pit.

“John!” you screamed as you lost his hand in yours.

You found yourself in the middle of screaming, sweating, violent, and drunk psycho fans. One elbowed you in the face telling you to ‘shove it’ along with many non-family friendly words. You winced at the throbbing in your nose. You were slowly pushed into the depths of the pit, around everyone’s stomping feet. Someone stepped on your hand.

“John!” you screamed.

You heard a distant shout at the bottom of the feet. Every time you tried to stand up, you got pushed under like trying to resurface the ocean with a wave crashing over your head. Except, instead of white rimmed waves, cigarette ashes and beer fell over your head.

The next moment was filmed with absolute sailor profanity. A fight broke out around you. More so than before. And in the middle of it was a short, freckled-faced, curly haired man. You watched, with tears running down your face, blood running from your nose, as John took a broad looking guy, covered in tattoos.

John hit him with an uppercut punch, and finalized it with a punch to the gut. Anyone who stepped in his pathway ended up with a broken nose and intense bruises. You watched the anguish on his face, sweat dripping down his temples, cap being pushed around. When everything was too loud and panicking to bear, your vision went black.

Strong arms hooked themselves beneath your arms, secured you and pulled you back. The arms dropped from yours, to under your back and legs.

When you could see again, the lights and blaring of the concert was a haze.

“You’re okay!” John cried.

Another man, equally short squatted over you. His hair was dark and slicked into a messy bun, with a scrappy beard.

“Here, take this.” the nameless man said, placing a cold ice pack to your face. John ran to grab a paper towel and helped stop the nosebleed.

“John.” you cried softly, shaking your head. Your tears turned to laughter. “You are dead. You are going to get your ass kicked. You messed with some pretty scary dudes.” you laughed.

The nameless man grinned and slugged John in the arm. He said, “I’m Alex, by the way.”

You and John burst out laughing. You reached for his hand, struggling to calm the tremors in your body. He reached back for yours and met your eyes with a soft smile. He had a few scratches and bruises on his face. A single tear fell. He wrapped an arm around you and held you tight.

“I’m so glad that you are okay.” he cried. He shook his head and sniffed.

“Awww, you’re like a little baby, with snot running down your face.” Alex laughed at John.

John laughed and tried to ignore him. “You know, if you aren’t too traumatized, we could go back to the concert-” he paused when he saw the look of discomfort in your eyes, “-or I was thinking more sensibly, we could go eat an old diner or grab a drink and dance there with no possible chance of a Lion King stampede.” he joked, in a light manner.

Alex shook his head at him. “Too soon man.”

“It’s fine.” you laughed.

“No! I’m taking about Mufasa! It’ll never be okay! He tried to save his son, and he died!” Alex sobbed.

You cocked your head at John, a sly smile on your face. “Is he okay? Is he joking?”

John shrugged. “No one knows.”

John stood up and helped you up. He pulled you into him, an arm around you, the other hand in yours. “Shall we go get a drink then?” he smiled.

“Yeah! Five tequila shots, on John!” Alex snatched the car keys from John’s pocket and started running towards the parking lot.

“I was thinking more like just the two of us.” John laughed.

Alex stopped and looked at John, awful concerned. “Don’t you think that’s quite rude?” he gestured to you.

“I meant (Y/N) and I.” John frowned.

“Well, you need a third wheel for stability right? Buy me five shots and I’ll hang out by the jukebox. You guys won’t even notice me.”

John laughed and looked to you. You shrugged. “I call shotgun!” John shouted. He let go of you and make a quick jump forward.

“No!” Alex screamed. “I don’t want to drive!” Alex booked it to the parking lot.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked. John hadn’t took off running.

“So that I could do this.”

John yanked you forward and kissed you. He had a sharp intense grip on you and kissed you fiercely. Until he softened and melted into the kiss. His grasp softened to nothing and his hand slipped to your hair. To your chin. He brushed his hands down slowly and gently. John’s lips hurt a little bit against yours because of the bruises, but you kissed him back.

“Guys!” Alex came running back, out of breath. “What is taking you so long-oh, GROUP HUG!”

Before you and John could break apart, Alex threw his arms around the both of you.

“Why does he do this?” you laughed, uncomfortably, pressed up against John.

“To ruin the moment.” John laughed. “But, that’s nothing a swift punch can’t fix.” John broke from you, just a moment, to clock Alex in the shoulder, enough to stagger him but not to hurt him. John grabbed you and again and kissed you.

“I like this.” you said in between a kiss.

“I like this too.” John smiled. “I like you more.”

Time slipped by in John’s arms. Your head throbbed with an enormous headache, but it turned to a dull ache when you kissed John. You both ignored Alex’s protests as you kissed more intensely than before. The kiss was filled you with everything and simultaneously nothing.

Because, nothing seemed to matter in John’s arms.

Party girl (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

“I’m here!” You screamed while going through the front door.

Your friend Jessica was throwing a party at her house and you decided to come early so you could help her. You walked to the living room where she was sitting on the couch, you put your bag where your clothes for the party were on the floor and jumped on Jess. 

“I’ve missed you, summer without you was boring.” She said while hugging you. You got off of her and sat next to her. “Sooo, how was Europe?” Jess asked excited. 

“I missed you too! And it was great, you would’ve loved it there.” You told her everything about your trip, showed her pictures and gave her souvenirs you bought for her. 

 After that you two began decorating for the party. When you were finished with the food you went to the living room and put some music. Jess was somewhere and you couldn’t resist but sing and dance. You took your hairbrush that was in your bag and used it as a microphone. You probably looked like an idiot but you didn’t care, nobody was here except for Jess. Plus, your dance moves weren’t that bad, you kinda looked like a walrus though… 

I’m a wandress 

I’m a one night stand 

Don’t belong to no city 

Don’t belong to no man 

I’m the violence in the pouring rain 

I’m a hurricane 

 "I’M A HURRICAAAANE!“ That wasn’t even singing it was just a strident voice screaming.

Little did you know that Zach and Justin came early to help Jess as well. Seeing you dancing like it was your last time dancing on earth just made them laugh, it was funny indeed.

The next song playing was “I can’t dance” by Genesis. It was appropriate to the weird moves you made. 

“I CAN’T DANCE, I CAN’T SING" 

"INDEED YOU CAN’T” The sweet sound of Jess’s voice screamed through the room. You turned around, flipping your flawless hair just to see the two boys smiling like idiots. 

 "I- Oh… Umm.. Well.“ You began and threw your hairbrush away. "That’s embarrassing. ” You laughed nervously. 

“That was quite a show. Nice dance moves.” Justin told you while laughing. 

“Thanks, I trained a lot.” You tried to hide your embarrassment behind sarcasm. You looked at Zach who didn’t say anything, well now you have probably zero chances with your crush. 

 "Are you guys just gonna stand here or are you actually gonna help me?“ Asked Jess with furrowed eyebrows.


When everything was finally ready, you went up with your bag and changed in the bathroom. You fixed your make-up and then went downstrairs where the party already began. 

Everyone from school was here, you said hi to Clay, Hannah, Jeff and other friends of yours. You took a red cup filled with beer and decided to go outside, some were playing beer pong, some danced, and others just talked. You saw Zach talking with Sherri, the laughed and seemed to have fun. You weren’t jealous, pfff no, why would you be? Sherri never mentioned any liking for the school’s best basketball player, and she knows you have a crush on him. 

What are they laughing at? What if he’s making fun of my horrible dancing and even more horrible singing? You thought. You drank your beer and took another cup.

“Don’t drink too much or else you’ll be spending the night in the bathroom.” Sherri said and laughed.

“Yeah I don’t want that to happen…” After saying that it was silent, not totally because there was music and people talking obviously, but neither one of you two said anything. “I’m gonna go there.” You told her pointing the living room. “And I am going to dance so… See you later.” 

That was the most awkward conversation you had with her. Anyway, you made your way into the room where most of the Liberty High students were dancing. Thanks to Tony the music was good and you actually didn’t dance that bad.

Almost half an hour passed and you were still dancing, you took a break and fell on the couch next to Zach, he looked amused.

“For a minute I thought the French took away your dancing skills.” He laughed and so did you. “Don’t worry, what happens here stays here.” He said reffering to your before the party dance moves.

“Did I really look like a suffocating seal though ?” 

“Well, it was more like a dying whale.” You looked at each other and laughed so hard everyone was looking at you. “But you do have the laugh of suffocating seal.” You looked at him with wide eyes, was that supposed to be a compliment ? “It’s cute, I like it.” 

“You’re the only one who likes it then.” You replied and smiled. The first words of Solo Dance echoed through the walls. “I love this song, come dance with me!” You told Zach and grabbed him by the arm. 

In the middle of the crowd you danced like nobody was watching. Zach was smiling and tried to keep it up with your moves.

Just wanna dance dance dance

Dance dance dance

When the song was over you couldn’t breathe anymore, but it was worth it. You went to the kitchen with Zach to drink some water. You were the only ones in the room, it was pretty calm. 

“So.” You said and put your glass in the sink. “How was your summer?” You asked him.

“It was fun, yours?” 

“Good.” Silence filled the room. “I saw a basketball game in Italy, they weren’t as good as you. I mean, who can be better than The Zachary Dempsey.” You smiled at him, he didn’t say anything and just looked at you. 

“I really missed you.” Was the only thing he said before kissing you.

You were in shock,what is happening? When you finally realised that his lips were locked with yours you kissed him back. His hands were on your hips and yours were attached to his neck. Your kiss was deep and passionate.

“I think I-” Began Jess but stopped when she saw Zach and you kissing. “FINALLY!” She screamed and you felt your cheeks burn. You separate yourself from Zach. “Anyway, um, I am going to let you guys alone.” She smiled and winked at you before leaving the kitchen.

You looked up at Zach, his cheeks were as red as yours. He gave you a small smile that you gave back, it was kinda awkward. But before you could say anything he kissed you again.

That was a party you would never forget.

Once More, With Feeling

Summary: You’re essentially Buffy Summers, a young girl fighting vampires and other supernatural beings. You’re dragged out to a club on your night off by your friend, Margaret, when you run into two vampires. 

Warnings: Vampire!Bucky, teasing, vampire kink (is that a thing?)

A/N: Inspired by the Sims 4 Vampire expansion pack where I made myself a Bucky Barnes vampire sim. Totes giving a shout out to @cryokinetic-cobain cause they’re awesome! Also the title is a reference to the Buffy the Vampire Slayer musical episode because it’s amazing.

(Part Two)

(~ my own shitty edit ~)


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anonymous asked:

Right now, Isak and Even are probably drinking some beer and slow dancing in the little space between all their boxes and with a soft light coming from the hallway

this literally made my soul happy

Auston Matthews - Drunk and Jealous

anon request: okkk so could you do an auston matthews one where you’re drunk and dancing with guys and he gets jealous and takes u home & idk if u do smut but make it a lil nasty?

anon request: Auston Matthews fluff? :) x

i would do an auston matthews imagine any day! i love him sm️ and i don’t write smut but making out and kissing i can do so i hope this was okay and i hope it was at least a little fluffy cause i was kinda short:))

warnings: making out, kissing, cussing, mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

it was after an amazing goal scored by tyler bozak and a hard fought win we were out celebrating at a bar. i was having the time of my life dancing with all of the lady leafs. “y/n another shot?” one of the girls asked, i quickly nodded and took the shot from her hand and downed it receiving a few cheers as i threw my arms up in the air yelling along with them.

the shot was like fire down my throat but i loved it. i stumbled up the stairs to the vip where all of the guys were drinking beers and slightly dancing to music, “they look so awkward” i giggled with steph as she nodded helping me up the stairs, her being much more sober. “slow down there tiger your gonna hurt yourself” she laughed practically having to pull me up the stairs.

“aus!” i shouted trying to run over to him but almost falling over. “hey baby” he kissed my cheek and i pushed him away. “that is PDA auston!” i pointed my finger at his chest. morgan and mitch were beside me laughing at what was occurring in front of them. “and what are you laughing at you eleven year old and you over sized teddy bear” at that aus was laughing at the two boys, and so was william then matt joined in too.

“you know mitch i don’t even think your supposed to be in here” i shook my head at him disapprovingly. “sorry mitch” auston laughed and pulled me back to him. “she won’t remember this tomorrow” he smiled down at me.

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Beer Goggles

The sun danced on your face, the concentrated heat slowly rose you from deep sleep. Eyes fluttering open, you stilled when a body shifted next to you. The previous night came blaring back into your head and if you weren’t mistaken, the body should belong to..

“You look so beautiful in the morning,” Steve’s voice was a little croaked and tired sounding, but sincere.

Chuckling you turned to face the man. “It must be those beer goggles from last night talking, Rogers.”

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A letter from Artistic Director, Emma Rice

Dear future Artistic Director of Shakespeare’s Globe,

I am writing this as the deadline for applications looms and my final Summer Season, The Summer of Love, prepares to launch. Before the Globe story is thrown up into the air again and the pieces fall in a new pattern, I wanted to share some thoughts with you.

Firstly, congratulations! By the time you are offered this most precious of jobs, you will have survived and triumphed over a rigorous and detailed interview process. You will have imagined a life dedicated to this most joyous and vibrant of spaces and will have shifted the tectonic plates of your own, equally precious life, to make this union happen.

And a union it is. The Globe is not a job, it is a vocation and an all-consuming, delicious tangle of histories, hopes, passions and agendas. You will be the latest in a line of experimental radicals and you will be in for the most intoxicating experience of your life. I have learnt much in my short time here and I thought I would take a moment to pass some of this knowledge to you, dear theatre friend, as you begin your own journey at the Globe.

I have learnt that a Globe audience is the best audience! Alert, excited and often standing, they are actively willing the night to be the best of their lives; they are generous beyond anything I have known before. Alive to the tragedy of life as well as the fun, they have taught me to speak with them not to them and to capture the moment with instinct, meaning and wit. They are the heartbeat and energy of this extraordinary place and will tell you not only what they need, but what you need.

I have learnt to work with other directors and what a gift they have been! Heroes, friends and inspiration all, they have cracked open my experience as a theatre maker and shown me such wisdom, ferocity, vision and dedication. I salute and thank them all.

I have learnt that there are as many opinions about what the Globe and Shakespeare should be as there are people you talk to.

I have learnt not to say that I sometimes find Shakespeare hard to understand.

I have learnt to trust my team with my heart and soul. They are true lovers and fighters, dedicated to a radical and relevant artistic mission and loyal beyond belief. They will listen to you, help you and support you and dance with you as they make real all your dreams. Take care of them for me.

I have learnt to love Shakespeare.

I have learnt where my personal and professional boundaries were. Born to please, I have enjoyed a life filled with encouragement, delight and love. I walked into the Globe expecting this to continue but my blessed path was crossed and I had to call on my beliefs, principles and integrity for guidance.

I have learnt, never again, to allow myself to be excluded from the rooms where decisions are made.

I learnt that I have many friends.

These precious things I have learnt and I am profoundly grateful.

But, dear friend, no more lessons. I chose to leave because, as important and beloved as the Globe is to me, the Board did not love and respect me back. It did not understand what I saw, what I felt and what I created with my actors, creative teams and the audience. They began to talk of a new set of rules that I did not sign up to and could not stand by. Nothing is worth giving away my artistic freedom for, it has been too hard fought for.

Like you, I have happily given my life to theatre. It has been my lover, my partner, my children and my future. I do not choose what I see, feel and do, it chooses me. I have spent my life developing my skills to be able to hear my instincts, reveal my inner stories and to be able to communicate them with my temporary community of strangers, my audience. And to reveal these truths, I have always used whatever medium best tells that story.

The Globe has been the making of me. Here, I have found my fight and my ‘right’, I have stood up for what I believe in and tried to do it with kindness, care and seriousness. However, in the wake of recent events, the Globe is wrestling with what, at its core, it now stands for. It is still in the process of deciding and clarifying what its fight and its ‘right’ are. I had to choose to leave because I choose myself and my work. Never think that my decision to step down in 2018 was simply about lights and sound, it was about personal trust and artistic freedom. You must make sure that your own freedom is assured.

So, ask the right questions, not only of the Globe but of yourself and take on the challenge with independence, caution and resolve. The Globe deserves an Artistic leader so fierce and true that they would steal a building and carry it over the river for what they believe in. It needs a leader who will shout to the heavens about what it is to be free and loving and one who is determined to make a difference during their brief time on the planet.

The Globe will always be part of me, so know I am here for you to enjoy beer, or tears, or dancing – and believe me, there will be all three of these pleasures in this place of rare humanity! Remember, you are part of a magnificent line of fearless theatre animals; in its astonishing 20-year history, this warm belly of humanity has been conceived, built and led by free-thinkers devoted only to Shakespeare, theatre and above all, the audience. You are not alone. As I plan and dream of the theatre adventures I am yet to have, I hand you the baton with pride, celebration and sadness as I say goodbye to this glorious chapter of my life.

I envy you so, but my heart cheers you on with a war cry of hope,

Keep in touch,
Emma Rice

we awake
on a stranger’s floor
headache
visiting once more
the taste of
beer and kisses
still on our tongues
the smell of
smoke and sweat
still in our hair
a mosaic made of
weekend affairs
oh the bittersweet
hangover sundays
in spring
have always given
and taken
everything
Bar & alcohol vocabulary in Finnish

Originally posted by littlepawz

Baari - bar
Pubi - pub
Klubi - club
Disko - disco 
Kahvila - café
Ravintola - restaurant
Karaoke - karaoke 
Baarimikko - bartender
Portsari - bouncer, doorman
DJ - DJ
Narikka - cloakroom
Tiski - counter
Hana - tap
Pöytä - table
Tuoli - chair
Terassi - terrace, beer garden
Tanssilattia - dance floor
Diskopallo - disco ball 
Musiikki - music
Peli - game
Vessa - toilet
Pullo - bottle
Tölkki - can 
Lasi - glass
Tuoppi - stein
Muki - mug 
Tynnyri - barrel, keg
Pilli - straw
Juoma - beverage, drink 
Drinkki, cocktail - cocktail 
Shotti - shot
Alkoholi - alcohol
Alkoholiton - alcohol free
Vesi - water
Mehu - juice
Tee - tea
Kahvi - coffee
Kaakao - cocoa; hot chocolate 
Virvoitusjuoma - soft drink 
Energiajuoma - energy drink 
Olut, kalja - beer
Siideri - cider
Lonkero - long drink
Viini - wine
Punaviini - red wine
Valkoviini - white wine
Roseeviini - rosé wine 
Kuohuviini - sparkling wine
Samppanja - champagne
Vodka - vodka 
Likööri - liqueur
Rommi - rum
Viski - whisky
Tequila - tequila
Gini - gin
Jää - ice
Siirappi - syrup 
Ruoka - food
Pikaruoka - fast food
Ranskalaiset - french fries
Hampurilainen - hamburger
Pitsa - pizza 
Kanansiipi - chicken wing 
Tilata - to order
Maksaa - to pay
Juoda - to drink
Syödä - to eat
Juhlia - to party, to celebrate 
Tanssia - to dance
Olla humalassa/kännissä - to be drunk (more)
Krapula - hangover
Ikäraja - age limit
Alaikäinen - underage
Täysi-ikäinen - of age; adult
Henkilöllisyystodistus, “henkkarit” - ID
Kippis! - Cheers!
Valomerkki - last call (a last call announced by flashing the lights to inform the customers that the venue is being closed)