Hannah would, without a doubt, be a very “proud” drunk. Once she’s had enough to drink, she has no problem showing you off. She will literally shout how much she loves you to the whole party or any one that will listen.
I just feel like Clay would be, kind of, an insecure drunk, like he thinks that every guy in room is flirting with you and will probably get all sad because he thinks he’s going to lose you. Which will probably end up with you driving him home and him rambling in the car about not wanting to lose you.
He would definitely be an overly touchy drunk. Wherever you were, he’d just pull you into his arms and wouldn’t let you go under any circumstances.
Zach would probably spend the night just denying he was drunk, usually stumbling while he insists.
Alex would, sort of, turn into like a baby. He’d just be babbling incessantly, making literally no sense.
Jess would totally be an emotional drunk, like the slightest thing would cause her to burst into tears, either that or she wouldn’t be able to stop giggling, like she found anything anyone said to be utterly hilarious.
Jeff would absolutely be a reckless drunk, I’m talking like thinking he can fly and jumping off the roof kind of reckless. He’ll think he’s superman and try and fly and do loads of crazy, reckless things before someone convinces him to stop or go home.
Tony doesn’t get drunk often but when he does, he is definitely a sad drunk. I mean, he’d probably just be in a corner, like sobbing into his drink until someone took him home.
Montgomery De La Cruz
I feel like Monty would be a very angry drunk. Like he wouldn’t care who it was, he’d just pick a fight with anyone.
Ochii verzi? Sunt atât de cruzi și de pătrunzători. Nu au un “răsărit” sau un “apus” al lor, ca ochii căprui. Sunt electrici. Au ceva viu, ceva ce nu poate fi descris. Se tulbură la fiece lacrimă vărsată, implorând parcă iubire. Mai au adesea reflexii căprui, întunecându-se, dar nu sunt fioroși. În lumina soarelui au reflexii aurii, crudul, îmblânzindu-se. Ochii verzi împart iubire, dragoste, milă. Rareori împart și ură. Ochii verzi? Adevărați cameleoni. Magnetici. Iubitori. Cruzi.
Ochii verzi spun cele mai frumoase povești.
Ochii negri? Mirifici. Pur și simplu. Fără doar și poate. Au o adâncime specifică, însă nu ca a celor albaștri. În cei albaștri simți ca și cum te-ai îneca în marea albastră, pe când în cei negri… Simți cum te înghite necunoscutul. Un necunoscut terifiant, care te face să tremuri. Nu de frică, ci de nerăbdare să afli acel “necunoscut”. În bătaia soarelui e ca și cum mii de stele ar lua naștere pe cerul nopții…
Nu sunt cruzi și nici nu se metamorfozează, însă sunt blânzi. Calzi. Iubitori.
“She’s still out, having the time of her life.” I sit in the middle of Cruz’s room in my new house, and relay the night’s events to my mother.
“It’s her right Justin. You however do not have a right to be angry with her.” Cruz fidgets in his sleep before stilling again.
“You aren’t tired?” I ask her as she rocks a snoring Cruz back and forth in the rocking chair his mom had picked out.
“Nope, I took a long nap today so I could be up with Cruzie” she smiles at my sleeping son before placing a kiss on his head.
“You sure you don’t mind watching him mom? I could hire a nanny or-” she holds up a hand to interrupt me,
“He’s my grandchild Justin, and you know how I feel about these celebrities and their nannies”
“What about celebrities and their baby mamas?” Her jaw ticks a little bit before she forces a smile into her face.
“ I have nothing against Elysandra,” it was true. She had been sincere and polite during these past three months with Cruz and Ely, but something was different.
“But?” Mom sighs and stands up to place Cruz in his crib.
“But she isn’t Rhiannon. You know that as well as I do.”
“I’m trying mom, really, I am.” She pats me on the cheek before walking away.
“I know sweetheart. I know.”
“Guess who?” Two large hands cover my eyes and with a smile I lean into the hard chest that I know will be behind me.
“Drake?” The hands slip from my eyes to my shoulders and knead them in soothing motions.
“Your friends look like they’re enjoying themselves, saw Party and Kylie started doing body shots when I walked in” an eyebrow shoots up into my hairline.
“On each other?” Drake chuckles and walks around the couch I’m seated on to sit next to me.
“Nah, on some fans. Some really horny fans” I laugh and offer him one of the many drinks that line our table. We’d opted for bottle service tonight and I’d decided to put everything on Justin’s tab.
“Nice spread you have here, you fuck with hard shit now? Bieber always used to bitch about how you sipped margaritas and cosmos” I roll my eyes and do a shot of straight tequila, sucking on a lime for added effect.
“Never doubting you again Rhiannon St. John” I use my thumb to wipe away a dribble of tequila from his beard and he gives me a boyish grin.
“You don’t have to call me that you know,”
“Call you what?”
“Rhiannon St. John. Sounds sort of pretentious don’t you think?” Drake laughs and puts down his glass before parting his lap. I look around the club a few times, not quite sure I was ready for this to get out before I sigh and settle myself onto his lap.
“I’ll call you Rhiannon, just Rhiannon if you call me Aubrey. We have a deal?” The way that his hands rest on the small of my back ease my overall anxiety of secret paparazzi and I find myself leaning into him and his scent of Sandalwood and hard liquor.
“Deal, Aubrey” his ears perk up at his Birth name and his thousand watt smile lights up his face.
“I don’t think I’ve ever loved hearing my name more, Rhiannon” my cheeks are red and hot to the touch and he picks up an ice cube and trails it over the apple of my cheek.
“You looked a little hot,” he explains and I push my features into a false pout.
“Only a little?”
“Would it be inappropriate for me to say a lot?”
“We’re both adults here” his smile starts up again and my heart thrums away in my chest.
“Then you look a lot hot tonight. Hope you didn’t mind my screenshot. Something to keep me company when I fly off to Miami tomorrow night” I frown before composing myself, willing myself to continue with the flirty banter.
“Leaving so soon?” He rests a large, heavy hand on my exposed thigh and squeezes it gently.
“Yeah. Views is still topping charts, gotta give the people what they love”
“And that’s you” he presses a finger to my nose in a sweet gesture.
“Yeah. That’s me. At the moment,”
“Who hates Drake?” He pulls me closer and rest his chin right in the space between my neck and shoulder.
“Probably Bieber right about now” I roll my eyes and push Justin to the farthest corner of my brain. I’d had enough of him for one night. For all nights actually.
“Fuck him” I hiss reaching over to grab a hold of the half empty bottle of Ciroc, but before I can wrap my fingers around it’s neck Drake pulls me to his body with a solid and smooth motion of his arms.
“I’d rather fuck you” I wish the ice cube he had used earlier hadn’t melted because this time the blush stays at my neck heating in my veins.
“Oh Aubrey you say the sweetest things” I whisper before toying with his earlobe and grazing the hair of his beard.
“I can do the sweetest things too. I could show you,” I bite my lip and he runs his hands over my ass.
“I’m not looking for anything exclusive… I can- I can’t look for that right now” his eyes sparkle and his grip on me doesn’t waver.
“Drake the type of nigga to get exclusive and get his heart ripped out” he reiterates a meme I’d been guilty of seeing once before before shrugging and massaging my butt.
“I’m not looking for anything exclusive either. We can keep this Lowkey. I’m not in a hurry to fall in love and I’m not dumb enough to think you’re out of love with white boy.” I laugh and run a hand through my hair.
“Aren’t you half white?” He shrugs and gives a crooked grin,
“Yeah, but It made you laugh so,” I laugh again and before I know it or can weakly protest his thick lips are against mine and I’m the one who introduces tongue first.
I feel like an absolute child when I grasp Drake’s hand in mine and pull him towards the club bathroom.
“Come on, before they see us!” I whisper trying to pull him through the crowd of gyrating bodies and away from a sea of our close and mutual friends.
“Don’t think I’m allowed in he-” I tug him into the ladies room and leave him at the door before kicking open each stall to ensure its emptiness. Before he can protest, and before I can change my mind, I’m yanking his hoodie over his head and pulling on his mix of silver and gold chains.
“Scale of 1-10 how sanitary is this?” He wonders as his hands expertly untie the lace of my top and push it down so my breasts are up and out.
“I’m going to say… A 9 they keep it pretty clean” he laughs and the sound goes straight to my middle making it warm and tingly inside.
Don’t think, just do! A voice in my head urges and wth that motivational speech my fingers run up and down the length of his rock solid chest and prominent ab muscles.
“Why’d you get buff all of a sudden? What happened to Jimmy from Degrassi?” He laughs and reaches for the button to my shorts popping it open quickly and slipping a finger downwind under my lacy pink panties.
“This? This is my revenge body” it’s my turn to laugh when he takes one of my hands and uses it to trace over the hard rigid muscles of his pecs. I let out a gasp when his mouth finds my throat, sucking a mark into the skin.
A knock at the locked door startles me so much that I jump away from him, but he puts a finger to his own lips and turns away from the door to hoist me around his waist and onto the sink counter.
“Let’s get these off,” he mumbles sliding my panties and shorts down my legs and off so they fall to a heap with his hoodie. I stop him when he crouches down to press his mouth to my clit.
I wanted him now.
“Raincheck?” I say breathily and he laughs, coming back up to press his lips to mine. He steps out of his pants and a small smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth when his Emporio Armani briefs are exposed. Fuck Calvins.
Another frantic knock at the door and he’s stepping out of the briefs and wrapping my legs around his waist before sliding into me with a low
He picks up a fast, yet steady pace that leaves me breathless for the first few minutes because he’s so unbelievable thick.
“This shit is so tight, goddamn” he hisses hoisting one of my legs higher and shoving my bra up over my collarbone to close his mouth over a nipple.
“Oh, fuck… Aubrey” my head falls forward into his shoulder and he’s fucking me so hard and fast that my back slams against the mirror.
he pulled her hand into place over herself in a silent plea.
“Hold tighter,” he demands and once I tighten my hold on him he picks me up from the counter and walks to the middle of the bathroom bouncing me on his dick like I weigh close to nothing.
The angle stabs at my G spot and it’s been so long since I’d been screwed that I come with a loud, mewling cry squeezing around him and scratching his back as he thrusts through my orgasm.
Drake doesn’t need much urging, with a few reflex squeezes of my pussy his backing me up against a stall door before shuddering with a slight yell, muffled by my boobs.
When we catch our breath, Drake says , “You sure you’re not trying to come with me to Miami?”
I laugh and stand on wobbly legs when he sets me on the ground.
“All this traveling really has me fucked up. I go back to London in four days”
“How will long you be up there?”
“We’ve got three more episodes of Selena’s show to film, then it’s back to LA.”
“Tell you what. You come to Miami with me and I’ll spend some time in London Town” my brain buzzes with the prospect of Drake and I chilling around London.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I ask referring to the number of times I’d been on a plane in the past week.
“Your pussy was trying to kill me so this is me getting even” I roll my eyes and hand him his hoodie before pulling on my shorts.
“Pick me up from Squad HQ. I’ll send you the address. This was fun, Aubrey Graham” I say with a kiss to his cheek before unlocking the door and letting in a flustered looking Kendall.
“I almost pissed myself why would y-” she pauses when she sees Drake pulling his hoodie on and straightening his jeans.
“I don’t have time for this shit!” She pushes past me and then past Drake to get to a stall. When we both walk out Kylie, Harry, and Za wait along the wall with mischievous expressions aligning their faces.
“10 bands” Harry says holding out his hand and the crew places wads of cash into his hand before he shoves hem into his pocket and walks into the ladies room in search of Kendall. Drake presses on the handle and shakes his head with a laugh when he finds it to be locked.
“I left one of my chains in there,” Kylie shakes her head and lets out a low whistle.
“You’ll never see it again,” she tells him before walking up to me and fixing my top.
“I think I’m headed to Miami tomorrow, that cool?” She shrugs,
“This is the new and improved ’ staying out of your business forever Kylie, and she says have fun” I nod and wrap an arm around her shoulder before turning back to Drake.
“Don’t be late!” I call as we walk away he holds up a thumbs up and puts on some aviators.
“Okay. What’s the six God packing?” Kylie whispers with a giggle I hold out my hands to make an example of his length before groaning and plopping down onto a couch.
Ochii albaștri? În ciuda faptului că nu sunt cruzi și pătrunzători și nu au reflexii aurii, au o anumită magie. Acel albastru pare să își schimbe culoarea, dacă te uiți mai atent. Bleu, albastru, ultramarin… Te pierzi. Te adâncești spre ceva neștiut. Simți cum te îneci, dar îți place. Vezi albastrul cerului senin în ei… Și niciun nor nu le tulbură frumusețea. În lumina razelor solare par reci, de neînvins, ca ochii verzi, însă ascund o căldură aparte. Armonie. Frumusețe. Magie.
Ochii albaștri? Magnetici.
Un gand in minte, zi si noapte iubirea e trecatoare frate, indiferent de toate nu lasa sa curga lacrima, okey a plecat, a plecat inca una asta e soarta, nu e ultima e trista realitate,a dar trebe aceptata ca toate trec odata si odata, viata e o pasare calatoare iubirea e doar o floare ce se ofileste intro zi, intro zi totul se sfarseste nopti discuti zambete de copii, cu tine simteam flacara iubiri acuma ma simt pierdut printre munti stiu ca nu ma asculti, si stiu ca ma crezi ca multi dar deja tu nu te auzi, amintiri atat de cruzi totul e trecator fericirea vine si pleaca ulteior, asta e is un muritor care spera la mai bine chiar de e ruine, intro zi va trece….
Ya asoma la luna entre las nubes y, tu rostro, a esta última luz, te delata en la escena final del caso preferido de Sherlock Holmes Te clavaste tú solo a la cruz y te quedaste… definitivamente quieto un camello sediento en el desierto no se hace ni versos, ni ilusiones perdido el sentido en lo que escribes perdido el fríjol en tus fogones perdidas las señales de la rima ni tú eres paranoico… ni nadie te persigue sólo intenta encontrar tu espacio cuando a tu alrededor todo se estrecha los inmortales están bajo tierra y sus cenizas se perderán, como todo lo demás, sin dejar huella… has salido de la casa obstinada de un pasado triste y desvalido y largo como raga de sitar en cinta magnética repetida como memoria de una ciudad cuyo dolor… ya no te concierne…
I just love this picture of the cat. Annette was saying that they have a big problem with strays in the area and I had to distract Nibbs lest he run off for any passing animal. I didn’t need any inner knee lacerations either.
the gifsets and stuff you've been posting look cool, what's the show called and what's it about? :D
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so glad you like them!
this show that i’m currently obsessed with is called The Get Down (tagged: tgd) and it’s a new netflix original. It’s about these black and latinx kids living in the Bronx in the 70s and honestly I’m in love. *narrator voice* Our hero, Zeke Figuero,
is a kid who doesn’t really think he’s gonna get far in life but a chance encounter with a graffiti artist/kung fu legend/amateur dj Shaolin Fantastic
gives him the once in a lifetime opportunity to be great.
At the same time, the love of zeke’s life, Mylene Cruz
is doing whatever she can to be a disco star. Unfortunately, her very christian father (seriously he’s a literal pastor) is like FUCK NO MYLENE THAT SHIT’S NOT CHRISTIAN
(NO MYLENE THAT’S DEFINITELY NOT CHRISTIAN)
Mylene’s friends support her the whole way and end up becoming her backup singingers
zeke and shao are joined by his friends, ra ra, boo boo, and dizzee. Together, they form “The Get Down Brothers” and learn the art of finding the perfect beat to get down to.
There are a grand total of 3 white people so far.
90 % OF THE CAST IS POC AND DEALS HEAVILY WITH CLASS AND RACE DISCRIMINATION
THERE IS A PROMINENT QUEER STORY LINE
IT SHOWS MASCULINITY IN AN UNBELIEVABLY HEALTHY WAY
I can’t stess this enough, this show is beyond perfect
From shelter mutts to purebred show dogs, canines across the state of Texas are becoming infected with a parasite that causes a potentially deadly disease in people, scientists Wednesday in the journal Emerging Infectious Diseases.
Although the dogs aren’t spreading the parasite directly to people, they are helping to make the disease more prevalent in the southern U.S. (Not to mention the parasite can make dogs sick and even kill them.)
The disease is called Chagas . And it’s transmitted by an insect known as the kissing bug.
Don’t let the name fool you. This isn’t a friendly bug. The insect bites the faces and lips of sleeping people, then passes on the Chagas parasite through its fecal matter. (The parasite is a protist called Trypanosoma cruzi.)
Don’t let the name fool you. The kissing bug, or Rhodnius prolixus, isn’t your friend. The insect transmits the Chagas parasite when it bites someone’s face.