i can't wait to drink from it

There are two kinds of people in the world
  • Person A: 4kids dub is the worst thing to happen to anime, it ruins everything and is a disgrace to the original content.
  • Person B: *through the tears* this is the third pun and fourth shade the show has done in five minutes and everyone is drinking hot sauce cause they can't have alcohol, this dub is a gift from above.

anonymous asked:

Okay but going to a wedding with harry in a tropical place and my god he gets drunk and talks about how he can't wait to marry you and I really should stop talking before I hate myself

And maybe the reception is being held at a venue that’s on the beach, but it’s obviously not right on the water. It’s been a few hours into the reception, because the couple decided to make it into an actual party, not a formal event that ends in two hours, and the two of you have somehow wandered off away from said party towards the water. You’ve had a couple of drinks, but Harry’s definitely had more, and you know he won’t touch alcohol for weeks after tonight, but god he’s cute when he’s drunk, isn’t he? You’ve had an arm around him to steady him while you walk along the water, and he’s clinging to you. All you’ve got to light your way is the moon, but it’s big and bright in the sky. You can still hear the music coming from the reception, but it fades out the longer you walk, and soon enough all that you can hear are waves crashing just a few inches away from your feet and Harry humming. 

He’s got his suit pants rolled up a bit, so that they’re not dragging through the water, and you try not to think about how expensive that goddamn suit was when he sits down in the wet sand just beyond the shore and grins up at you. He makes grabby hands at you, and you want to tell him no, because you are very much aware of how expensive the dress you’re wearing is, but you give in before you really ever talk yourself out of it when he spreads his legs to make room for you to sit between them. Which you do, and he wraps his arms around you immediately, and you rest back against his chest. “’M gonna’ marry you. One day,” he says after a long moment of just listening to each other breathe, breaking your comfortable silence for the first time in fifteen minutes probably. You laugh, though, and shake your head. “You’re drunk,” you tell him, and he attacks your neck with kisses. “’M not,” he argues, and you glance back at him, a fond expression on your face. “Tell me what kind of wedding we’re gonna’ have, then,” you murmur, and he pulls his bottom lip between his fingers like he does when he’s thinking about something he really cares about. It makes your heart beat a little bit quicker in your chest.

“Tha’ mean you’d say ‘yes?’“ He questions, and it’s not what you were expecting him to say, and you feel the blush creep onto your cheeks as your hands move to hold his over your tummy. He’s drunk and probably won’t remember come morning, anyway, so you decide to at least be truthful, even if he’s joking. “Of course,” you nearly whisper, and you feel him full on smiling against your neck. “Dunno’ if we’d have a tropical wedding, like this one,” he starts, and you raise your eyebrows. “You love the ocean, though,” you point out, and he nods, shrugging. “Yeah, but – I dunno’. Doesn’t seem very us, does it? I don’ think we’d get married on a beach,” he reasons, and you nod like you understand exactly what he means, and you kind of think you do. You almost always vacation wherever there’s a beach, but for whatever reason, you don’t see that being the place you’d get married, either. 

“Think I’d wanna’ get married in Holmes Chapel,” you tell him, and he’s the one who raises an eyebrow this time. “Why’s that?” He questions and you grin before you situate yourself so that you’ve turned around to face him, basically sitting on his lap with your dress pushed up around your thighs so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. He’s smiling up at you. It gives you butterflies. “Like how happy you are when you’re there,” you murmur, and he smiles wider. “Would want it t’be intimate and kinda’ traditional, I think. Nothin’ exotic. ‘S about us, yeah?” You nearly whisper and he rubs along your hips. “‘M gonna’ marry you,” he says again, but this time his words are a bit firmer, and you just shake your head. “I mean it – even ‘f I am drunk,” he giggles, and you’re laughing, too, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. “One day,” he adds, and you shush him, kissing him again. You don’t know if he’s too drunk to remember this come morning, but you think it’s something you’ll remind him of if your wedding day ever does come. 

Bitty pours himself a cup of coffee and tops it off with some pumpkin spice flavored creamer. In the corner of his eye, he sees the unopened bottle of peppermint mocha creamer he bought for when October ends. Taking a swig of his cinnamon scented drink, he doesn’t look away from the mocha. “Soon.” He promises, to himself and the creamer, “very soon.”

a-real-life-horror-story  asked:

Prompt: Draco, hungover, waking up in someone else's bed next to some hella fit guy... but wait... no way... he can't be Harry Potter! Draco h a t e s Harry!!

((thanks for the prompt, missed you!))

The club was too loud, too dark, and Draco was miserable. He took a sip from his fourth drink.  Was it just the fourth? Whatever. No one was counting. “And then when I asked him to meet me for a drink, he fucking laughed,” Draco paused to take another drink.  Well, Potter’d said yes but he was laughing when he did.  That couldn’t have been a real yes.  "So I said, ‘you know what. Never mind.’ Now I’m here drinking by my damned self. Wanker…I really hate him.“

The couple sitting at the bar next to him gave him a sympathetic look, both women talking over each other with the typical ‘you can do better’, 'I bet you could get any man in here’, 'he doesn’t deserve you’, and the like.  

Not long after, the woman sitting closest to him leaned over to speak with a hint of privacy, “We’re going to go. You’ve got a bloke coming over looking at you like he could eat you with a spoon.  Good luck, sweetie,” she said before pulling the other woman to the dance floor.

Draco threw back the remaining contents of his glass before turning to see just which bloke’s company he’d be settling for that night.


Draco struggled between sleep and consciousness for a few minutes.  He hoped desperately that the hangover potion was still in the pocket of his jacket. Fuck.  He wasn’t wearing his jacket.  He was in bed but not his own.  The buckle of his belt was digging uncomfortably into his skin, and he didn’t have a shirt or shoes on.  Draco opened his eyes and tried to take in his surroundings. It wasn’t quite morning yet, and he wasn’t alone.  The other man was sprawled across the other side of the bed, turned away from Draco.  He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that looked painted onto his very nice arse.  

Draco sat up though his whole body protested the movement. Draco thought it was such a shame he’d passed out before he and this gorgeous man had the chance for a shag.  It couldn’t hurt to look for a minute before I sneak out, right? Draco’s eyes trailed over strong legs, an arse he wouldn’t mind burying his face in. Are those scratch marks on his back? It was hard to tell on dark skin in a dark room, but Draco knew he sometimes got a bit rough when snogging. Draco couldn’t quite make out the tattoo that took up the entire width of the man’s broad shoulders.  Wait…Draco’s eyes settled on a messy head of hair that he would recognize anywhere.

Draco’s head throbbing worse now than it had been seconds before.  Potter. “What the fuck!?”

Potter shifted, “Eew. You always wake up like that?”

“Only on special occasions,” he said, “what the fuck am I doing here?”

“Hopefully, you’re drinking the hangover potion I left on the side table for you before going back to sleep for a couple hours.  Or possibly just sitting quietly thinking about how to make up for the worst first date I’ve had in ages.”

Draco froze. “What?”

Autumn bucket list

[i]strolling through cemeteries at dawn, lighting many candles, backroading with good music and good friends, long dresses with long sleeves, hot drinks, boots wet from dew and rain, delving into books, breathing in cold air and sweet death of golden leaves, rustling in the brush, hoods up, rituals and prayers for the good of us all [/i]

Immortality Is Key

This is from the 3am sentence starts thing I reblogged like a million years ago. No more of these, please! (if you ever even find the post that is) This isn’t as long as I wanted it to be, but I needed to post, and I have other stuff to do.

Fandom - The Mortal Instruments

Characters - Magnus, Alec

Summary - Magnus says he’ll sleep when he’s dead. Alec feels the need to point out that he’s immortal.

Words - 479

“Can’t we just go to bed?”

“I’m not stopping you going!”

“Yes, you are!”

“How?” 

“I don’t want to go on my own,” Alec says sulkily. “And if you don‘t come now, you’ll stay up all night.

“I won’t,” Magnus says defensively, giving Alec a reproachful look from the corner of his eye.

“Magnus…” Alec whines softly as Magnus’s fingers spark, a fresh cup of steaming hot coffee appearing in front of him. “You don’t need more coffee. You need sleep.”

“One, I always need more coffee, and two, I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” Magnus counters, sprawling out along the sofa.

Alec sighs, sitting next to Magnus. “You’re immortal,” he says in a deadpan, pushing himself next to Magnus and lying behind him, his arms wrapping around the warlock.

“Exactly,” Magnus grins, glancing over his shoulder and winking at Alec. “Immortality is key to that argument.”

Alec groans, softly thumping Magnus’s arm. “You’re so annoying.”

“You love me.”

“That doesn’t change that you’re annoying.”

Magnus smiles and closes his eyes, sighing contentedly and settling into the body behind him. 

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The Five Stages of Post-S4 Angst
  • 1: the real show airs tomorrow, right?
  • 2: i hate everything
  • 3: *drowns self in meta but still doesn't understand plot*
  • 4: *drinks tea directly from pot while sobbing*
  • 5: ya lol u see dat fourth season?!? |  ̄︶ ̄|o
  • what a thrill ride bro. (¬‿¬) obvs fake but hilarious bro. (¬‿¬) haha can't wait for s5 (¬‿¬) *flings self into sun*
Help my soul.
  • Ryden shippers: *peacefully conversing in a flower field about theories*
  • Brallon shippers: *trips in* Ryden? More like Brendon "ryden" Dallon's-
  • Ryden shippers: *slowly turn around making that face teachers do when they're waiting silently for the class to be quite*
  • Versatile Shippers: I swear to god, we can't go one day without something like this happening.
  • Ryden shippers: *are fully turned around now*
  • Ryden shippers: *play that one clip from Brendon's periscope where in a valley girl voice he says "do you drink milk out of a guy's ass"

anonymous asked:

Omg my fiancé is such a tease. We were sitting on the couch and I got up to go grab a drink from the fridge. After a minute she got up and followed me. So she came up behind me, grabbed the drink out of my hand, sat it down, pushed the hair off my neck and slid her hands around my hips and up my shirt. So here I am getting all excited and shit then suddenly she blows a raspberry into my neck pulls away, smacks my ass and steals my drink. I can't wait to marry my little asshole of a girl😍

Hold on to her and treasure her you lucky poo

anonymous asked:

I know it's way up in ch 11/ ch 5 when Viktor sees Yuuri's softer side in its all glory, but earlier moments where it shows - like on their not-date, or in next chapter when Yuuri goes to hide at the drink table (he blushes so much there <333 ) - just make him melt and I can't wait to see his thought process at the next banquet. He's so wry and closed off at first, but it doesn't last when Yuuri is being completely precious. Poor Vitya, he's helpless

The next banquet is interesting because from where we are now with Viktor thinking ‘I’m done with sleeping with Yuuri’ (crumbling resolve after the date but still there) by the end of the next banquet he’s done exactly that and slept with Yuuri again and you’ll be able to see his thought process and reasons why!

Since I’m having a bit of a meh day and I have the house completely to myself until tomorrow, of course I decided the best thing to do was to game lol.

Although now I’m just completely stuck taking pictures of Noctis and Ignis and I can’t tell if this is a waste of my time or a Very Good way to spend the day XD.

EXO's Conversation on Christmas
  • Kai: Okay honestly Jesus wasn't even born in December—
  • Sehun: Shhh
  • Kai: —why are we even celebrating his birthday when it's not his birthday—
  • Sehun: Shhhhhh there's food okay nobody cares
  • Lay: Wake me up when Santa's here *starts hibernating*
  • *Beagle line starts hanging ornaments*
  • *Entire Christmas tree falls*
  • Chanyeol: Baekhyun did it
  • Baekhyun: No, nope. Chanyeol did it
  • Chanyeol: Baekhyun did it
  • Baekhyun: Chanyeol did it like he's a giant and clumsy how is it not him
  • Chen: *Casually eating* Lol go ahead and argue but fyi I did it
  • D.O: *Locks himself in the kitchen away from the disaster called the rest of EXO and only comes out to deliver more food*
  • (Baekhyun: When are you going to stop being such a Grinch
  • D.O: When you stop being such an idiot. Plus I'm providing food so shut up)
  • Xiumin: *Casually sipping his drink on the couch in front of the fireplace being super cozy while watching everyone in amusement*
  • Suho: *Frantically staring at the clock* Ok seriously is it midnight yet? When is Christmas over?
  • Beagle Line: Ohhh I can't wait 'till New Year who's ready?
  • Suho: Okay RIP let me go dig a grave

subsilvernight  asked:

Hey just a quick question if you don't mind. I want to write an Invaders fic (I have two different wip but I can't help starting a new one) and was wondering about Steve's dad? I was trying to find out more about him since I knew that Sarah raised Steve. What ever happened to him?

Okay @subsilvernight before I answer I have to do this…

Originally posted by etudiant-en-ph2

Originally posted by dan-tomlinson

Invaders fic?! Hell YES! I can’t wait to read this!

Now onto your question…

In the comics Joseph Rogers died when Steve was around six, so he was around just long enough to be mentally as well as physically abusive and drink himself into an early grave leaving life-long emotional scars on his only son. 

From there Sarah raised Steve on her own until she died when Steve was in his late teens.

I have anger issues regarding Joseph Rogers if you can’t tell. ;)

Part of the reason I think that Steve and Namor understand each other as well as they do? Both of them were bullied relentlessly and ostracized by their peers as children…

So in a way, Steve, Namor and Jim are all like the island of misfit toys. Each wanting desperately to fit in and be useful. It’s one of the reasons I think it’s so great they have each other.

Here’s a little compilation of my dog waiting on me to finish my water bottles

The Last Five Years Starter Sentences (Part One)
  • "I'm still hurting."
  • "What about lies? What about things that you swore to be true?"
  • "Go and run and hide away"
  • "Run and find something better"
  • "Run away. Like it's simple. Like it's right."
  • "Maybe I'd see how you could be so certain that we had no chance at all."
  • "Where can I turn? Covered with scars I did nothing to earn."
  • "I'm breaking my mother's heart."
  • "Just as long as you're not from Hebrew school."
  • "Now I'm getting somewhere, I'm finally breaking through."
  • "I've been waiting for someone like you."
  • "I've had Shabbas dinners on Friday nights with every Shapiro in Washington Heights."
  • "From the minute I first saw you, I could barely catch my breath."
  • "I've been standing for days with a phone in my hand like an idiot, scared to death."
  • "My people have suffered for thousands of years and I don't give a shit."
  • "You are the story I should write."
  • "If you like to drink blood, I think it's cute!"
  • "I'm your Hebrew slave, at your service."
  • "I've been waiting for someone, I've been praying for someone, I think that I could be in love with someone like you."
  • "I guess I can't believe you really came."
  • "See, I'm smiling. That means I'm happy that you're here."
  • "I stole this sweater from the costume shop. It makes me look like Daisy Mae."
  • "I think you're really gonna like this show. I'm pretty sure it doesn't suck."
  • "See, you're laughing, and I'm smiling, by a river in Ohio."
  • "I think we both can see what could be better."
  • "I didn't know you had to go so soon... I thought we had a little time."
  • "Whatever, if you have to then you have to."
  • "We could be together, here together, sharing our night, spending our time, and you are gonna chose someone else to be with."
  • "No, that's exactly what you're doing."
  • "You could be here with me or be there with them."
  • "No, you do not have to go to another party with the same twenty jerks you already know."
  • "You could stay with your wife on her fucking birthday."
  • "I know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you won't get to play with your little girlfriends."
  • "You cant spend a single day that's not about you."
  • "I swear to God I'll never understand, how you can stand there straight and tall, and see I'm crying, and not do anything at all."
  • "I've got a singular impression things are moving to fast."
  • "Oh no, step on the brakes, do whatever it takes but stop this train."
  • "No matter what I try I'm flying full speed ahead."
  • "Things might get bumpy, but some people analyze every detail. Some people stall when they can't see the trail. Some people quit out of fear that they'll fail. But I keep rollin' on."
  • "I met my personal Aphrodite."
  • "My heart's been stolen, my ego's swollen."
  • "I'm so happy, I can't get worried."
  • "Handful after handful of Doritos."
  • "I tend to follow in his stride. Instead of side by side I take his cues."
  • "Yes, he's insane, but look what he can do."
  • "I didn't know the rules do not apply."
  • "I'm a part of that, aren't I?"
  • "First, a story. A little Christmas Story."
  • "I should take out my teeth and go to bed; I'm sitting her with talking clocks instead!"
  • "He looked and the clock was turning back."
  • "Sewn into the seams were forty-one seasons of dreams."
  • "Maybe your heart's completely swayed but your head can't follow through."
  • "Shouldn't I want the world to see the brilliant girl who inspires me."
  • "Say goodbye to wiping ashtrays at the bar."
  • "Here's a headshot guy and a new Backstage, where you're right for something on every page."
  • "Have I mentioned today how lucky I am to be in love with you?"
  • "I'm sharing a room with a former stripper and her snake, Wayne."
  • "I'm certain I'd prefer to be going slowly batty, forty miles east of Cincinnati"
  • "I saw your book at a Border's in Kentucky, under a sign that said 'New and Recommended.'"
  • "All things considered, I guess you don't have to buy it."
  • "He wants me, but he ain't gonna get me."
  • "Look at him, look at me. Son of a bitch, I guess I'm doing something right."
  • "I'll get on my knees and pray I can state in my next bio 'I'm never gonna go back to Ohio.'"
  • "The torture is just exquisite, while I'm waiting for you to visit. So, hurry up schmuck."
  • "Will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?"
  • "There are so many lives I want to share with you."
  • "I am not always on time, please don't expect that from me. I will be late, but if you can just wait, I will make it eventually."
  • "Anything other than being exactly on time I can do."
  • "I don't know why people run. I don't know why plans fall through."
  • "I don't know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you."
  • "I want to be your wife. I want to bear your child."
  • "I want to die knowing I had a long, full life in your arms."
  • "Til there's no one left who has ever known us apart."
  • "Can we go see the dinosaurs?"

I miss Tyrion. I miss him terribly. I miss watching his storyline. It’s really frustrating waiting for so long to finally know more of your favorite character to only see that they basically almost erased his character and storyline. I have this bitter taste in my mouth now whenever I see his scenes. What happened to Tyrion?
I’m glad that at least I had a glimpse of him in the fourth and fifth, and in this last episode. The look he had in his face while sitting near the fireplace was really telling, and I recognized the Tyrion that has his own struggles, not that one that’s just the guy who drinks, knows things, and tells jokes.
Just few seconds. That’s all I’m getting from this season. It saddens me a lot. I hope they won’t end his journey like that, although they somehow already killed him. Maybe in the last episode of this season, or in the final season, he will have more space. I just really really really hope so.

George Blagden Gothic
  • You know his eyes by heart. You've been staring at them for hours now. You can't look away, an eery force is holding you back. Fear keeps you from blinking. His eyes are staring back
  • "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" is one of your favorite songs. You keep listen to it over and over until each note rolls off your tongue. It's stuck in your head at night. Something has followed you into the dark. It's waiting
  • You are still waiting for the full version of "Drink with Me". You will not know rest until it is released. George Blagden knows this. George Blagden knows everything.
  • You know George Blagden tracks his tag on tumblr. You don't know how, but you know it. Everybody knows. He could be reading this shameful Enjoltaire smut you wrote. He could be anyone of us. He could be you. Who are you?
  • He smiles. He keeps smiling. He can not stop smiling. Help him