boozing time

  • Cashier: So, 'War and Peace' and 'Led Zeppelin IV' on vinyl. That's an interesting combination.
  • Me: I mean, add vodka and you'd have the perfect night in.
  • Cashier: Yeah, right on. Anything else?
  • Me: Uh, the Stones go nice with bourbon and Faulkner.
  • Cashier: That's... not what I meant.
  • Me: Oh. No, I'm good.

▶ Fuckin’ In The Bushes - Oasis
▷ The Things You Said - Depeche Mode
▶ The House Of Wolves - Bring Me The Horizon
▷ Zombie - The Cranberries
▶ Air Catcher - twenty one pilots
▷ Thanks To You - All Time Low
▶ Scream - Tokio Hotel
▷ Emergency - Paramore
▶ Going To Hell - The Pretty Reckless
▷ Unwanted - Avril Lavigne
▶ M1 A1 - Gorillaz
▷ Obvious - Blink 182
▶ Bang Bang - Green Day
▷ All Fucked Up - The Amity Affliction
▶ Can You Feel My Heart - Bring Me The Horizon
▷ Goner - twenty one pilots
▶ Therapy - All Time Low
▷ Run, Run, Run - Tokio Hotel
▶ Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis
▷ Wrapped Around Your Finger - 5 Seconds Of Summer
▶ Milk and Cookies - Melanie Martinez
▷ Let Me Go ft. Chad Kroeger - Avril Lavigne
▶ El Mañana - Gorillaz
▷ Stripped - Depeche Mode
▶ Bedshaped - Keane
▷ Ghost Of You - Selena Gomez & The Scene
▶ Pyongyang - Blur
▷ Gasoline - Halsey
▶ Anathema - twenty one pilots
▷ Remembering Sunday ft. Juliet Simms - All Time Low
▶ Masquerade - Tokio Hotel
▷ Soldier On - Oasis
▶ Cry Baby - Melanie Martinez
▷ Waiting For A Friend - The Pretty Reckless
▶ On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz
▷ Hold Me Down - Halsey
▶ Fall Away - twenty one pilots
▷ Dancing With A Wolf - All Time Low
▶ Sacred - Tokio Hotel
▷ Gas Panic! - Oasis
▶ Careful - Paramore
▷ Since You’re Gone - The Pretty Reckless
▶ Stockholm Syndrome - Blink 182
▷ Sleepwalking - Bring Me The Horizon
▶ Faint - Linkin Park
▷ Helena - My Chemical Romance
▶ Breakaway - Tokio Hotel
▷ Bring It On Down - Oasis
▶ ¿Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl) - Green Day
▷ Don’t Go ft. Lights - Bring Me The Horizon
▶ This Is Halloween - Patty Walters
▷ Ignorance - Paramore
▶ Love Is Dead - Tokio Hotel
▷ Miss Nothing - The Pretty Reckless
▶ Violence - Blink 182
▷ Revolution Radio - Green Day
▶ So Long, And Thanks For All The Booze - All Time Low
▷ Morning Glory - Oasis
▶ I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At the Disco
▷ Take Me Away - Avril Lavigne
▶ I Don’t Wanna Be In Love - Good Charlotte
▷ Rejects - 5 Seconds Of Summer
▶ Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode
▷ Fairly Local - twenty one pilots
▶ The Mighty Fall ft. Big Sean - Fall Out Boy
▷ Sound Check (Gravity) - Gorillaz
▶ Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez
▷ Control - Halsey
▶ BeFoUr - ZAYN
▷ Kings of Suburbia - Tokio Hotel
▶ Nobody’s Home - Avril Lavigne
▷ AKA… What A Life! - Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds
▶ Dirty Laundry - All Time Low
▷ Falling Down - Oasis
▶ Impossible Year - Panic! At The Disco
▷ Truce - twenty one pilots
▶ Man Research (Clapper) - Gorillaz
▷ Empty Gold - Halsey          
▶ Forest - twenty one pilots

booze in the time of prohibition (reader/1920's AU)

(So here it is! Yes that title is a book reference, I’m a word nerd. Anyway, I might write a sequel to this, because I adore the premise. Enjoy!)

An ordinary night. An ordinary, warm, summer’s night, where streetlights bathed the pavements in a harsh glow and the world seemed to be so alive and so dead all at once.

An ordinary night in 1925, where you would break the law for the first time in your life.

Everyone was doing it. Prohibition wasn’t doing anyone any favors, so there was no time like the present to try it. You were dressed to the nines, outer layers peeled off in response to the weather. You had planned out an excuse just in case you were stopped on your way there by a policeman. “What’s a young thing like you doing so late at night looking like that?” He would inquire.

“Well, sir, I’m on my way back from my cousin’s wedding, sir. I don’t mean to be any trouble.” A fairly cunning lie, and you knew it. You would keep walking, knock at the door, mutter the password, and slip off into this secret world.

The thrill of getting caught was a wonderful, bone-shaking, stomach churning thrill. Almost the same thrill as when the cold, metal door was pulled open, and you slipped inside.

“The Blind King”, the bar was called. A small, cosy joint on the edge of town. It was your first time there, but all of your friends had recommended it.

“You’ve never been to the King’s? (As it was affectionately dubbed.) The music is amazing, the bartender is almost psychic, the patrons are great chat. And the poker? Challenge the King. Go ahead.” Your friends had told you the password and put in a good word for you last time they were there. So there you stood, looking in through the door into the eyes of a tall, tanned man.

“Password?” He asked in a deep voice, almost at a growl.

“Um… ‘R-Regalia.’ That is the password, right? Weird word.” You replied, almost inaudible. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when you heard the door unlatch.

You took a good look at the man as you were ushered inside. He was a large, tattooed man, with a scar over his eye.

“You’re new. The name’s Gladiolus Amicitia. Call me Gladio.” He held out his hand, and you cautiously took it. Any regrets you once had melted away when he flashed you a toothy grin. “We get to know all our customers: we’re like a family. What can I call you?”

“(Y/N). It’s my first time at one of these… clubs.” You gazed around at the cozy decor. The place was fairly busy, and you picked up on dots of chatter, interspersed with wafting smoke and a deep laugh. The smell of a pleasant musk drifted around the room, spiced and soft.

“Well, enjoy yourself. If anyone gives you trouble, just gimme the word and I’ll take care of them.” Gladio gently pushed you off, taking your coat from you and leaving you standing in the middle of the small room. You found yourself wandering over to the bar. You perched on a stool, still searching the room and attempting to take the atmosphere in. You were brought out of your daydream by the noise of a man clearing his throat.

“Are you going to order something, or am I to guess?” A well dressed man with a thick accent and a pair of glasses caught your attention as he dried a glass with a pale towel. “Ignis Scientia. I’m the resident barman.” He smiled politely, setting the glass down and looking you over. He had a sophisticated air about him that was unfamiliar to you.

“Surprise me, Mr. Scientia. This is my first visit to one of these places, so I’d rather let you do the choosing.” You gave him a smile of your own, a smile that grew wider when he gave you a pleased nod.

“A Sidecar it is, then. Or maybe a Whiskey Sour… No. A Sidecar.” He set about collecting bottles and glasses, and began to almost effortlessly construct the drink. As he poured, he began a conversation.

“So, what brings you to our humble corner of the world?” He joked, beginning to shake the drink.

You answered, but the man in the corner of the room, at the microphone, caught your eye. He had a mess of shining blonde hair, and he sweetly crooned melody after melody with his eyes closed. He seemed to be away in away world of his own, irreverent and nostalgic.

“My friends told me this place was the best in town, so here I am.” He suddenly slid a glass over to you, tapping your hand.

“Your Sidecar. This one is on the house. Enjoy.” You took a sip, and when you hummed in pleasure, he allowed himself a chuckle. He had managed to get the balance exactly right, leading to a smooth, delicious drink.

“And him, over there?” He pointed at the man you had been watching. “Prompto Argentum. Our house musician.” You rolled the name over your tongue a few times. It sounded pleasant, like that of a film actress or a broadway starlet.

You thanked Ignis for the drink, bringing it with you as you looked for a table to sit at. Suddenly, someone tapped your shoulder. You turned around to see a suited man, with a mop of messy black hair and soft eyes.

“The name’s Noctis. Noctis Lucis Caelum. They call me the King.” So, here he was. “Stupid name, I know. I’m the poker guy. New patrons have to play me in in a round, so we can get to know each other. It’s tradition. You win? All your drinks are on my tab tonight. Sound good?”

The entire bar hushed, and you looked around for any response. Gladio motioned to urge you on, and so you sat down at his table and set down your drink. A new sense of bravado, you pulled a cigarette from your pocket and lit it, holding it loosely between your fingers.

“Let’s go, Your Highness.”

25 Things we learned from Konoha Hiden Chapter 7:

1: Shino uses that “why/because” quirk in his own thoughts.  

2: Everyone in Konoha is obsessed with facial hair.

3. The reason this chapter is called the final mission is because it’s Team 8′s last mission together.

4. Both Kiba and Shino lead their own teams! 

5. Naruto and Hinata have a lot of things in common. Like their love of soup. 

6. Naruto still talks to plants.

7. In an ironic role reversal, Kiba regrets being left out of the Sasuke Hanabi-retrieval mission and having his name forgotten.

8. Mirai is the most adorable child ever. She calls Kiba ‘Kibamaru’, Akamaru “Akakiba”, and Shino “Uncle Buggy.” 

9. Kiba, Akamaru, and Shino visit Mirai tons.

10. Kiba and Shino don’t know Hanabi or the other Hyuugas too well.

11. Kiba and Shino didn’t go on the moon rescue mission because Karashi needed them specifically for civilian rescue operations.

12. Kiba has a secret new technique that can smash meteors. Apparently he used it to save Ichiraku’s? 

13. Teuchi will make ramen even during the apocalypse.

14. Kurenai was a heavyweight drinker before becoming a mommy.

15. All Aburames are lightweight drinkers, because alcohol affects their insects. Even certain medicines affect Shino’s bugs. (Oh God he’s going to get so drunk next chapter isn’t he?)

16. Kiba sucks at history.

17. Kurenai  was a sadistic teacher.

18. Kurenai is a cheek-pincher.

19.  Team 8′s gift is going to be wine. An aphrodesiac wine promoting fertility and energy. (Well now we know how Boruto’s generation was made.)

20. Naruto also doesn’t drink.

21. The mystical Senjuu honey wine can only be found in the hidden black market town of Soraku.

22. Konoha’s vests are lighter-weight now. Technology is changing.

23. Shino is sensitive about his looks. Specifically about looking old. 

24. Shino openly speaks about his feelings nowadays…with prompting.

25. According to Kiba, Shino has become very good-looking. “Definitely more good looking than Naruto’s stupid face” is how he put it.

Extremely Important Claymore Theory #1

At the point in time where the story takes place, we know the ins and outs of Claymore physiology pretty well. Little details about their regeneration and limitations are revealed with time in the series, and there’s a lot to suggest that we understand their half-yoma bodies about as much as we could ever hope to. But when you think about it, even though the Org has scientists, most of the information had to come from the Claymores themselves, as human scientists can only learn so much through observation. Most of what we know about them has come from a decades-long process of self discovery on their part. And that makes sense, given that most of their special abilities shine through in combat, and they do a lot of fighting. Of course they’ve learned a lot about themselves that way.

But you know what isn’t combat related? The weird way their body processes alcohol. Now, it’s not strange that they would drink and eventually figure it out, but you’d think that they’d assume they just have much higher alcohol tolerance than humans, and not that they can completely control how much alcohol effects them. The fact that they understand it to the degree they do speaks of some form of deliberate research effort.

So like, what I’m getting at here is, at some point in history, at least one Claymore set out to get absolutely shitfaced for science.


Been quiet a while. I’m happy to report that work has picked up a great deal. I’ve been traveling a lot, and it seems like I’ve locked into a groove and am mostly shooting things I’m really excited about. Can’t share any of that yet. 

Anyway, there has been some weird ass stormy weather light in my room all day. Since I’m not currently drinking booze, I had time to sit around with my camera while the sunset poured in.

Life’s good, man.

Bellamy Blake Imagine: Mistake


Prompts: 7- “How long have you been standing there?”
11- “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
24- “Oh, fuck off.”
51- “Am I scaring you?”

Summary: Bellamy bets with Murphy that he would get into reader’s panties. But as the time passes he falls in love with her and stops caring about the bet, because he gets into relationship with her. But, unfortunately, she finds about the bet and they break up. However once he finds in the woods wounded after the fight with grounders, she finally gives him a chance to apologise and explain.

Word Count: 3584

A/N: So this request was hard to write for me since I can’t really imagine Bellamy doing something like that. So, please, don’t get mad at me for writing this.

Originally posted by morleybell

3rd POV
“What are you looking at?” Murphy approached Bellamy whose eyes were set on something, or better said on someone.

“At a piece of art,” Bellamy smirked licking his lips as he observed Y/N’s body. She was way more beautiful than any other girl around him and he couldn’t understand why he hadn’t approached you yet.

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anonymous asked:

You remember how mick says he and len don't have heart to hearts? Well do you think they did when they younger and as they got older it changed? Under what circumstances do you think they would have a heart to heart?

So I know this isn’t what you’re aiming for…. but this is where I had to take it. #sorrynotsorry

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#171 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “Can I request more "bad boy” Van? Leaving it more open and free to whatever you want to write about"

Note: You may have noticed this at the top of the request list for a while. That is because I couldn’t work out how to fill the prompt without making Van an absolute fuck, like, in a proper way. I’m in the business of sunshine, people. So… Idk. This is probably more lighthearted and fun than you wanted, Anon, but I hope you’ll like it anyway! 

The house was already trashed. Last time you checked the time it was only a quarter past midnight. It was a full moon though, so maybe people were infected with a little lunacy. Or, in the case of the group of guys sitting on the floor in the hallway, a lot of lunacy.

There were five of them all up. There was Adam, who you worked with at the club on weekends. It was his party, and next to him was his housemate. His name was somewhere in the depths of your memory, but booze and time had laid a heavy mist over it. The other three guys were strangers.

“You guys want some chips?” you asked, holding out a bag of corn chips.

One of the strangers took the entire bag from your hands and started to eat from it; not even a thank you. He had a leather jacket on, and messy brown hair.

“Share,” the guy next to him said.

“Y/N, that’s Van and Larry. This one’s Bondy,” Adam introduced.

Larry and Bondy looked up from the ground and waved, saying hi. Van did not.

“Can I have my chips back?” you asked him, swaying on the spot and leaning on the wall to stabilise yourself. Van looked up.

“You said we could have them,”

“Said I’d share,”

“So, sit, eat,” he replied with a shrug.

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever gotten in a drinking contest with the others. Aren't you kinda like Thor and Steve (where they once drank that really fermented wine from Asgard and they weren't more than like slightly tipsy)? Is that at thing?

yes, we do have drinking contests but we play in teams as part of an elaborate drinking game called ‘forget your traumas.’ 

right now the teams are “water-related trauma;” which is tony and steve, “brainwashing & assassins;” which his me, nat and clint, and “anger issues” which is thor and dr banner.

 right now the method of play is some kind of freeze tag? and the floor is lava. there are ping pong balls involved. jarvis keeps track of the rules and tells people when they have to drink. we never know who wins though because we cant agree if winning is the most or the least drunk.

ash and smoke - bughead (1/?)

summary:  A civil war is brewing between the north and south sides of Riverdale, being fueled by none other than the mayor Hal Cooper. When Betty meets the mysterious Southside Serpent Jughead Jones at a party, the revolution is only just sparking. It isn’t until the town is burning to ash around them that they confess their love, but by then it might just be too late.

excerpt: “He’s bad news Betty, probably just as bad as his dad,” Cheryl finished, turning back towards the road.

“Well then, thank God we’re never going to see any of those Serpents again,” Veronica sighed. “I haven’t seen people that drunk since I was back in New York.”

“Yeah,” Betty said softly, her mind still lingering on Jughead Jones’s eyes.

author’s note: hello, I’m back! unfortunately, I do not think I’ll be continuing Out Of My Leauge for a while, therefore putting it on indefinite hiatus. but this fic is one that I’ve been thinking about starting for a while, especially after ep 13 with Jughead and the Serpents. hope you enjoy this fic as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it!

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adhdninjachick  asked:

Hopefully Abby got my reply to my ask/her post about EBT and WIC! If so, please disregard this ask.

I saw it just now. I admit I am sensitive about the issue. There is a lot that assistance recipients face that is humiliating. I know you meant having a rush, but it does add to the feeling that you’re a burden on society. By the week before food stamps are renewed most families are struggling to survive on peanut butter sandwiches or less. Tbh I’m surprised that most people get renewed at the beginning of the month. We were mid month(the 12th) and I thought it was usually based on when you first signed up because it corresponded for when we did.

Either way it’s a shitty situation. Rushes suck but these families can’t go a few days longer surviving on butter sandwiches(literally butter, not peanut butter, we’ve been there as well as buttered spaghetti). The rush is because of the need. It is not always easy to figure out an entire month’s worth of what amounts to rations. Even with careful planning there is a few days of ramen or dry cereal because you can’t afford milk or bread.

If the need wasn’t so dire I’m sure these families would have the luxury to wait a couple of days. All I am hoping for is that people think about the difference between need and entitlement. A family that is practically down to a jar of mustard versus someone that is trying to buy booze with EBT. Time isn’t a luxury some people can afford. I don’t like to be a burden on cashiers but if my kids are crying because they are hungry I’d be there at the very second the store opened so I could buy them a proper meal. I believe that this is the main reason behind the rush. People are hungry. Rushes suck, but you cannot fault someone for being in need. This is the main reason I got upset because I have been in a situation for a long period of time that I felt like a failure as a parent because I couldn’t feed my kids for the entire month from what little help we were getting. I had no choice but to go in the very second we got a renewal.

Again, rushes suck. I know that. Just focus on the customer interactions. I was always as kind as I could be. Thankful, polite, etc. More than a customer who doesn’t need assistance would be. You will face rushes any other time of the month from “regular” customers. There is no need to be upset about customers that are hungry and cannot wait while their cabinets are as empty as their child’s stomach. Saturdays are busy because people have off from work. You’ll hate that simply because it is busy without the need to blame a specific demographic. Blaming EBT recipients on the first of the month is different. The feeling that we were less than nothing was always at its worse when it came to the 12th when we got our renewal. It being busy sucks, but if you had nothing but polite customers I’m sure no one would complain much. I just wonder if it’s merely the fact that the busy on the first is solely annoying due to a demographic is all. I’m sensitive, but it isn’t for no reason. At 33 with 3 kids and 7 years of struggling financially I’ve seen some shit. It’s not fun and every little thing can be humiliating. I just want everyone to think about this a little. Judge the customer on their attitude. That’s all it boils down to. If they’re polite then why does it matter how they pay or how busy it is? Rich people can cause rushes and be a big asshole too. There is no need to mention EBT or WIC. Customers in general suffices. -Abby

Slightly self-indulgent giveaway thing!

I’m close to 300 followers.  Ish.  I never have a goal, I’m just always happy people enjoy her enough to follow me.  And I enjoy doing giveaways, so I’m doing another!  However, unlike the last couple of giveaways, I’m making this one slightly self-indulgent.  Why?  Because reasons.

What it is:

I’ll be picking one winner to receive art from the artist of their choosing (within reason), but…it’d be a picture with Gin.  Winner gets to pick both the artist and pose with Gin (again, within reason).


  • Must be following me (I will check).
  • No sideblog reblogging, if I can’t find you on my follower list, I’ll skip over that note.
  • Likes and reblogs count.
  • I get final say over artist and pose.
    • As much as I’d like to, I can’t afford some artists.  Some day, though.
    • For the pose, if it’s too out of character for her, or you’re wanting something shippy and we have no active ship?  Then we’ll have to find something we can both agree on.
  • Be excellent to each other.

Giveaway ends February 13th at 11:59 PM CST.