have-another-drink

It’s always morning after poems
Kids doing coke on bathroom counters.
It’s always cigarette smoke in my hair
Foreheads pressed to fogging car windows.
It’s always glazed and empty eyes
Have another drink
maybe just get high.
—  Post party madness// Kira Sala
Because I just had to run myself through this checklist

You! Yes, you! 

  • Have you been slumped in front of the computer(s) for a bit? If you can, get up, stretch, and walk around for a minute.
  • Blinking! There’s been no sign of the Weeping Angels lately, so you should blink a couple times and rest your eyes.
  • Drink some water!
  • Have a snack!
  • Are you a caffeine-imbibing lifeform? Have you had enough caffeine, or have you forgotten that you have a cup of tea or coffee sitting next to you?
  • Did you take your meds? (And, in my case, have you finally gotten up and taken the Advil Cold & Sinus you meant to take two hours ago for this headache?)
  • Stretch some more. Have another drink of water.

Okay, now you can go back to what you were working on. 

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You call that a kiss?

I cant even remember where I got this prompt from, but I found it in my drafts and just started to write. So here it is guys, 2nd Barba Imagine.
The end didn’t feel like the end when I wrote this, and it got such a good response, so I wrote a part 2!!!!!!!!! Enjoy. 

Originally posted by ruuuzek

Imagine you’re in a bar and some trash man wont take no for an answer and Barba helps you out of the situation by pretending to be your boyfriend. Someone must say ’I wasn’t asking’ and ’you call that a kiss’ at one point.


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Imagine having really rough sex with Rafael Barba. 

Requested by @emmabean517

Warning: Smut, rough sex, angry sex, name calling, angst, false accusations 

This is completely consensual. They have a safe word!

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Diarmuid and Gráinne

Travelling through Ireland, you will see beautiful stone shapes called dolmens. A Dolmen is two massive, long tables of limestone. Over them as a kind of shelter is placed another giant cap stone. In the Celtic tradition these were known as  ‘Leaba Dhiarmada agus Gráinne’, i.e. the bed of Diarmuid and Gráinne. The legend tell that Gráinne was to marry Fionn, chief of the Fianna, the old Celtic warriors. She fell in love with Diarmuid. The two of them eloped and the Fianna chased them all over Ireland. They were cared for by the animals and received advice from wise people. They were told, for instance, not to spend more than two nights in any one place. It was said that when they rested at night, Diarmuid put up the Dolmen as a shelter  for his lover. The actual archeological evidence shows that these were burial places. The legend is more interesting and resonant. It is a lovely image of the helplessness which sometimes accompanies love. When you fall in love, common sense, rationality and your normal serious, reserved and respectable persona dissolve.You become revitalized. Where there is no passion, your soul is either asleep or absent. When your passion awakens, your soul becomes young and free and dances again. In this old Celtic legend, we see the power of love and the energy of passion.

John O’Donohue  -  “Anam Cara”

“So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish.
I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.”

I’m about to start a whole new life. I’m ready I’m ready I’m ready let me crack open in seeds and float to every corner of the wind I’m ready I’m ready I’m ready

Being the Winchesters' favorite bartender...

Originally posted by deeceetrash

  • never knowing when they will show up again
  • many nights calling Sam to come pick up a drunk Dean
  • having their number
  • knowing their favorite drink by heart
  • always greeting them with a grin and a “Hello, strangers.”
  • leaning over the bar counter to give a grumpy Dean and a smiling Sam a hug
  • always giving them a free drink and Dean telling you that that’s the reason you’re their favorite bartender
  • long talks with Sam when things calm down and Dean’s leaving him alone to hit on some chick
  • letting them stay behind to have another drink together after you closed up the bar
  • finding out about the supernatural when they kill a demon in the backstreet of the bar
  • before they leave again Sam and Dean always telling you to call them if you need anything 
  • knowing them better than anyone else because they drunkenly spill their secrets in front of you
  • both Winchesters jumping to your help whenever you have trouble with some drunk patron despite you already being used to it and knowing how to take care of yourself
  • taking Dean’s keys before he can drive drunk
  • letting Sam in the backroom to research when it’s too loud outside
  • despite not seeing each other regularly knowing that you can count on them if you need them
Ireland Gothic

A tourist begins to speak to you about the magic of fairies. You nod along but hope they do not speak ill of the little folk. People who scorn the fairies never last long.

Your mate offers to buy you another drink. You already have another drink. You all do. Where did they come from?

“Don’t forget to bring a coat with you in case it rains,” your mammy tells you. It doesn’t matter. They always disappear when the rain arrives.

It’s a scorching day and you are drawn outdoors. Suddenly the smell of slurrey hits you. The farmers are sending a warning.

A visitor is in your house. You offer them tea. You don’t know why.

You finish a phone call and the words are dragged out of you “Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye.” It’s an ancient chant. Hopefully it will be enough.

The briars snatch at you as you walk down the path. You don’t know if they are trying to pull you into the undergrowth to devour you or to save you from whatever lies at the end of the path. You don’t want to know. You begin to run, sending up dirt and stones behind you.

You are told that an animal was sent to “the farm.” You know nothing escapes from there.

You can hear the noises outside your window as you try to sleep. The screams of animals fade to the background know. They’re accompanied by the rain on the roof. Or is it rain?

Old houses stand empty in the fields, their mossed stones weatherbeaten, the tatch a distant memory. They have stood empty for years. Everybody sees the faces where the windows used to be. Nobody mentions them.

You speak in Irish to your friend from down the country. They speak back to you. Neither of you understands the other. They’ve been trying to seperate the people for as long as you can remember. Only the native speakers know who they are.

You are sent to the Gaeltacht to learn the language. Nobody mentions those summers again. You wonder if they happened. What did they teach you there?

You can hear a kettle boiling in the kitchen. Did you put it on? You thought you were alone.

They were talking about “yer man” but never specified who exactly they were talking about. All you know is that yer man is next.

When somebody asks where you come from you automatically say near the closest big town. Noone must know your true origins. Noone must speak of the town. Those with loose lips never return.

Myth says the sky is blue, but when you look out your window you only see an expanse of white. You can’t remember seeing anything else.

You find the immersion left on. You don’t know how long it has been on for. Everytime you turn it off the light comes back on. You know that their wrath is coming.

The Leaving Certs apply to the CAO. They tell you it’s the Central Admissions Office. They don’t tell you where you’re being admitted to.

Exam season comes around. The salt in the tears of students keeps the country afloat. You look in at the schools and thank them for their sacrifice. What’s a couple of students?

You’ve been warned about the bogs. We’ve all been warned about the bogs. Their hungry, damp holes waiting to swallow us and take revenge for the stealing of the peat. We find the occasional mummified corpse. Bord na Mona will take care of it.

You are stuck behind a tractor. It turns into a field. Another tractor appears from a country sideroad. And another. And another. Each one replaces the last.

Time has a different meaning here. You never know if it’s actually five minutes or an Irish five minutes.

Somebody wishes the luck of the Irish on a person. They seem delighted. You know what the power of that curse really is.

Bioshock {Sentence Starters}
  • "You are my greatest disappointment."
  • "I gotta say, I had a lot of business partners in my life, but you..."
  • "Thank you. Thank you for helping me."
  • "We all make choices, but in the end our choices make us."
  • "Life isn't strictly business."
  • "Would you kindly lower that weapon for a minute?"
  • "A man chooses, a slave obeys."
  • "I have what you're looking for. Just open your eyes."
  • "You've been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty."
  • "But, I guess I'll have another drink."
  • "Son of a Bitch, left me to freeze."
  • "How do you know someone's even coming?"
  • "What is the difference between a man and a parasite?"
  • "I've never killed a man, let alone a mate. But this is what its come to."
  • "I want to make them beautiful, but they always turn out WRONG!"
  • "That means we've got company."
  • "Well, I said if you are going to do such things, you should at least do them properly."
  • "Wh-what happened? I'm hurt- I'm bleeding- oh, God!"
  • "You know what? They were right."
  • "There's two ways to deal with mystery: uncover it, or eliminate it."
  • "So tell me, friend, which one of the bitches sent you?"

So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish.
I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.

And is that what you call tact?
You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let’s end this call, and end this conversation.
and is that what you call a getaway?
well tell me what you got away with.
cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever

—  “Seventy times 7” - Brand New
luke in literally every bar he goes to in aus
  • luke: oh im in a bar ill have an alcoholic drink cause that's cool
  • luke: oh look at me im drinking alcohol
  • person: can we take a photo?
  • luke: yeah and ill just hold this *yells* aLCOHOLIC DRINK in front of me so its visible
  • luke: that's a good photo of me holding this drink
  • luke: there's alcohol in this you know?
  • luke: i can never let anyone think i'm not drinking alcohol in this bar
  • luke: waiter can i have another aLCOHOLIC DRINK PLEASE
How to Get Along With Your Gryffindor Friend

From a Ravenclaw’s Experience

• if they say “I have a plan.” Please walk away it’s not a good plan I promise

• don’t let them go through with it either

• Because Gryffindors are known for impulsiveness and recklessness, they are probably likely to be argumentative and defensive, so be the opposite

• Many of them are not above copying your homework believe me

• don’t engage them in competitions because they’ll probably win from sheer stubbornness

• keep them away from the Whomping Willow. Trust me

• they like to have their hair played with

• Gryffindor parties are not a thing to be reckoned with it gets craaaaazy

• they may argue a lot and be stupid daredevils but they love deeply with all that they have

• for Merlin’s sake no don’t let them have another drink, they may say they haven’t had much but loOK AT THEM

thetorchofalexandria  asked:

What would happen if Shizuku's parents met Team Karasuno? Especially Daichi.

Originally posted by prettydevil

Someone would get eaten alive. Probably Shizuku’s mom actually? Surrounded by a bunch of super energetic jocks that have bumbled their way into her daughter’s life.

“Shizuku, darling. Are you sure you don’t want that referral to the private university that commissioned your father? The connections would be…better for you.”

“Mom, for the fifth time, relax. Have another drink, and then you and dad can go home, I promise.”

“I just…I worry about you, dear.” *glances at Hinata challenging Kuroo to a chugging contest.* “Let’s not pretend these relationships will be valuable in a few years.”

“I have enough connections to last me a lifetime, I’m pretty sure.” *poorly hidden grumble*

“What was that, young lady? Oh! Ohhh, Shizuku, darling, look. Now that is the sort of thing you should be focusing on.”

*glances at Daichi walking into the pub* “Uh? Mom? I’m not sure–”

“Look at the way he carries himself. You can tell he’s a smart young man. He’s going places. Oh, yes, very nice choice with the coat. It’s a good brand for someone young who knows quality.”

“Mom. Daichi isn’t–”

“Oh, you know his name?” *approving look* “Well done, my dear. Has he asked you out yet?”

“I’m dating Tanaka. You know this. And Daichi…well.” *laughs* “Daichi would not in a million years ever ask me out.”

“Nonsense. An afternoon at the salon, and I’m sure–”

“He came in with someone. Did you see?”

“Oh?” *scowls in a genteel manner* “I’m afraid I didn’t…oh. You mean the young man with the silvery hair? A friend of his? Do you prefer him?”

*wide, unapologetic smile* “That’s his boyfriend.”

“…”

“They’ve been together for three years now.”

“…”

“Tanaka tells me they’re discussing dates. Something in June maybe.”

“…”

“Suga, apparently, wants to be married in all white.”