i would probably make a beer and a tea one too lol

Title: Where I’m From (Back to the Future part 2(Reader x Peter Parker) 

Summary: The reader stays up late to try new things and finish Peter’s book reccomendation, Harry Potter.

Word Count: 1673

A/N: I love love love this series so much and hope you do, too. I really want to do a pt 3 I think, if you like? Lol! I hope you enjoy! 





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anonymous asked:

good luck with the traffic! also, what do you think anyone from yuri!!! on ice likes to drink? (besides champagne lol)


  • yuuri katsuki: i bet yuuri is lowkey a hard alcohol kind of kid??? like he sticks to whiskey and vodka because it makes him feel less bloated than wine and beer, and the calories are lower.  this would explain why he has such an insane tolerance.  when yuuri goes to bars i bet he orders something simple like a whiskey ginger or a vodka tonic.  i can imagine he also likes vodka crans, but someone said “are you drinking a vodka cran?” to him one time, and he felt so thoroughly dissected that he has never ordered one since.  on the NA-side, i bet yuuri drinks a lot of tea and coffee to survive early mornings.   
  • victor nikiforov: i mean, vodka, right??? right? but also i bet that victor is that level of bougie that loves apothecary bars with handcrafted drinks and house-made bitters.  he probably likes drinks with egg yolks whipped into them.  he only orders top shelf, and probably has his own home bar where he tries his hand at mixology and doing tom cruise cocktail flips.  his drinks are actually terrible, and his friends don’t have the heart to tell him, because they usually can’t taste anything after the second anyway.  he probably drinks a lot of shitty lagers too, and can afford to because he’s built like a brick shithouse.  for NA-drinks, i bet he just drinks a lot of water.  
  • phichit chulanont: probably doesn’t drink alcohol much, if at all.  i bet he likes sweet things like chai yen and melon soda.  if he drank alcohol, i bet he would make fun of white girls and look at the table and be like, “you guys wanna be bad? lets be bad,” and order a thousand-calorie margarita or something blue with a redbull canned upturned in it (actually tbh that sounds like a yuuri katsuki move).  but i doubt he drinks.
  • jean-jacques leroy: i hate that i headcanon him as a beer snob, because i’m a beer snob, but he’s a total beer snob.  because he’s from montreal i bet he drinks lots of dieu du ciel and le castor.  his favorite beer style is IPA, because he’s basic.  
  • christophe giacometti: whatever this drink was in Forgetting Sarah Marshall: 

sillysouthernwitch  asked:

Domesticate Nyx Ulric: What does he have in his fridge, his bathroom, his computer, what's his ringtone for his friends, would he have a cat or dog (or something else more exotic) as a pet or all three? Feel free to add your own

Omg yass I love this!

Hmm, I mean my idea of what domestic Nyx is like might be different to what other people think, but my headcanons are below with a bonus of what changes when his S/O (you) steps in!

Nyx’s fridge: Definitely always has beer in it. Like always. If he has only a little money left and nothing in his fridge, he’ll go get some beer to put in there. He goes out to eat more often than not, so maybe there’s only really snacks in the pantry or something. He just doesn’t have much time to cook. Libertus and Crowe are always on his ass about cooking at home more. He can, there’s just not a lot of time.

When you come into his life, he makes a much more conscious effort of keeping at least basic condiments and things like tea, coffee, milk and sugar in the pantry and fridge. Like, just in case you come over for a bit and don’t want a beer, he has other stuff he can give you because he’s a good adult, okay? Eventually he offers to cook for you a lot. He cops a lot of shit from his friends about this; its pretty funny.

Nyx’s bathroom: has more grooming items than you think. Like, he’s kind of scruffy looking, but it’s a well-kept scruffy looking. He has like really good hair care products. He’s got a cologne for like every kind of situation in little bottles. It’s his little luxury. The bathroom is clean too; he hates big clean ups (lazy), so he cleans up a little everyday.

When you come into the picture, his bathroom starts to fill up with some more stuff. You keep some of your things at his place just in case you end up staying over out of the blue. One day he steps in when you aren’t around and just looks at all the little things you have all over the place. It makes him smile. He likes having you around… Maybe you should move in with him? Wouldn’t be a bad thing to talk about.

Nyx’s laptop: he hasn’t got a desktop because he likes the idea that he can carry the laptop when he needs to, but he never really needs to. Lol. Plus it doesn’t take up as much space? He doesn’t use it often, mostly for just emails, storing photos, etc. Libertus sends him cat videos and videos of people doing stupid reckless shit. Nyx likes those videos a little more than he admits because he’s a reckless shit too. There might be a couple of videos of him and Libertus doing something stupid with like Pelna screaming in the background or something.

When you come into the picture there’s loads of stuff on his laptop that’s just all about you. There’s pics of you, videos of you guys derping around, saved email threads, all of that stuff. When you first start dating, his browser history is full of hurried searches like ‘good dating spots in insomnia’, ‘flower bouquets’, ‘what the hell is [something you’re really into and he has no idea]’. After awhile, sometimes the words 'engagement rings’ sits in the search bar, but gets deleted because he hasn’t got the courage to hit enter just yet.

Nyx’s ringtones: he doesn’t care for this stuff much, so he let’s people pick their own tones. Pelna is thankfully very rational and just has a really nice jingle for his ringtone and it never changes, so Nyx always knows when its Pelna calling. Its Crowe and Libertus who are really confusing because sometimes they fight over who gets what song because they have similar tastes. In general Nyx just checks if his phone is ringing if any phone is ringing in the general vicinity.

When you step into the picture, the ringtone that’s set for you is something you made Nyx pick because you realised that no one else really let’s him pick. He changes your ringtone often, but he always knows its you calling. Libertus notes they’re all very Galahd themed. He thinks its probably because you’ve become home to him too.

Nyx’s pets: I think he’s a huge cat person. There’s one cat he gets that everyone is kind of wary of because it has some very similar physical traits to a Coeurl. Maybe its got some of that monster blood in it, but its tame, at least for Nyx. Its a big cat, the size of a smallish dog and very intelligent and independent. It has to be since Nyx is away a lot. Both the cat and owner are very stubborn and headstrong and sometimes they fight, in a fun kind of way. Like, the cat is a little shit and takes over it’s owner’s bed in retaliation to not being fed yummy food or something. On Nyx’s awful days his cat is the perfect companion, curling up against his legs and purring, giving its owner as much affection as he needs.

When you come into the picture, Nyx’s cat is actually very aggressive towards you. Its wary around strangers, but for some reason its very defensive when you’re around. To be honest its probably because its noticed Nyx is around you a lot and its scared you’re going to do a shoddy job of looking after him. You don’t know how to keep him company when he’s sad, not like the cat can. Don’t worry, eventually it warms up to you and it actually likes you better than Nyx. That makes your boyfriend a bit pouty.

If you’re allergic to cats, don’t worry! You won’t be allergic to this one. Its definitely got some monster blood in it and its fur is a special pelt that’s cat-allergy friendly. Snuggle the cat and make Nyx feel bad. Ahaha!

Nyx’s car: I don’t know if he actually has one, but say he does, I reckon hes the kind of person who’s like 'my music or no music’. He won’t let people touch the music unless he trusts their taste (closest friends really). Generally really clean, sometimes it’ll slip when hes got long missions though. Has spare clothes and boots in the trunk just in case.

When you step into the picture, there’s loads of complaints and general freaking out when Nyx just hands you the aux cord or let’s you play with the music without much care. They learn pretty quick to shut up when Nyx gives them a look. Its totally not fair! He must really like you a lot. Sometimes when people really misbehave in the car, Nyx let’s you play really bad music to make them shut up. The car sometimes is supicously clean after date night. Y'know… 'Cause you gotta clean up after some events. >.> There may be spare clothes for you hidden in the car somewhere. Just in case.


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I fucked up by jumping into the middle of the Pacific ocean fully clothed and my wallet sank to the bottom, but something unbelievable happened!

(warning: very long post with pics at the end)

I have a very fun and quite unbelievable story to tell you guys. This happened back in 1998.

I was 18, slightly nerdy, and I was not a drinker, by any means. Let’s get the funniest part of this entire story out of the way right now. I’ll admit it; I had bowl cut. You’ll see.

I was best buds with two guys I had known for years: Ryan and Dave. Ryan’s dad was an airline pilot and had some free tickets to Hawaii, so he offered to take us all for a long weekend. Needless to say, we were stoked. I had never been to Hawaii before, and I was looking forward to the experience very much.

I am 35 years old now and my memories are spotty, but I will describe things as best I can. The flight was long, but soon enough we arrived in the base-model-Ford-Mustang-convertible-capital-of-the-world. It seemed as if that was the only car available to rent on the island.

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Today, I fucked up... by jumping into the middle of the Pacific ocean fully clothed and my wallet sank to the bottom, but something unbelievable happened!

I have a very fun and quite unbelievable story to tell you guys. This happened back in 1998.

I was 18, slightly nerdy, and I was not a drinker, by any means. Let’s get the funniest part of this entire story out of the way right now. I’ll admit it; I had bowl cut. You’ll see.

I was best buds with two guys I had known for years: Ryan and Dave. Ryan’s dad was an airline pilot and had some free tickets to Hawaii, so he offered to take us all for a long weekend. Needless to say, we were stoked. I had never been to Hawaii before, and I was looking forward to the experience very much.

I am 35 years old now and my memories are spotty, but I will describe things as best I can. The flight was long, but soon enough we arrived in the base-model-Ford-Mustang-convertible-capital-of-the-world. It seemed as if that was the only car available to rent on the island.

Ryan, Dave, I (Chris) were lucky enough to have our own room, which meant trouble at that age. We did some bar hopping and found it quite difficult to get alcohol from the bartenders, since we all looked pretty damn young. Desperate times require desperate measures, so we found a guy in the stairwell of our hotel named Cal and asked him to buy us some booze. He agreed… and the debauchery ensued.

Dave and I did a bit of drinking in the hotel room, and Ryan did quite a bit more. He was in pretty bad shape and the place was a disaster. Beer cans were strewn about and everything was in complete disarray. Ryan was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, puking into the shower, when his dad called. He didn’t like what he heard and said that he was coming up to check on us. He was in the same hotel, only a few floors away, so we FREAKED THE HELL OUT!!

It was a mad scramble to clean the room and put all the beer cans into a trash bag and dispose of it in the stairwell before his dad got up there. We kept Ryan in the bathroom and somehow convinced his dad that everything was copacetic and he just had a stomach bug. In hindsight, his dad almost surely knew exactly what was going on, as he kept a much closer eye on us from there on out.

On one of our adventures outside of the hotel that night, we saw an advertisement in a bar for a BOOZE CRUISE. The flyer made it sound like a ton of fun, complete with hot chicks, music, dancing, alcohol, and a massive floating trampoline. What more could an 18 year old ask for? Absolutely nothing… so we decided to see if Ryan’s dad would allow us to go. I believe we told him that we wanted to go on a cruise, while conveniently leaving out the part about the booze, so he didn’t seem to have much of a problem with us going. There was one catch, though: the booze cruise was on a Sunday and Ryan’s family was quite religious. Dave and I were given the option to go to Sunday mass, while Ryan was not. We all went back to the hotel room for the night to ponder the situation.

The next day, we all met up with Ryan’s dad early in the morning and rendered our verdict. In true Top Gear spirit, when one of our comrades was in need and the open road was ahead of us, Dave and I did what we had to do: we left Ryan to go to church with his dad and we got the hell on that ship. And damn was that a good decision. Sort of.

I went to a small high school with a graduating class of less than 60 kids, and I definitely wasn’t a big partier. This cruise was absolutely nuts, especially for me. Loud music was blasting, tons of meat heads were screaming and being obnoxious, beautiful women in skimpy bikinis were on their backs with cheering crowds around them, as whipped cream was sprayed onto their navels. Guys were doing body shots off of topless girls, making out… you name it. It was paradise for Dave and me, but we needed some alcohol to really let loose.

Now that I think about it, I’m not quite sure how we managed to get on this booze cruise, in the first place, since the minimum age for the cruise was 21. LOL! Regardless, we decided to chance it and go ask the bartender for a drink, hoping he wouldn’t ask us for any ID. Dave looked older than I did, so he was nominated to do the deed. If he was successful, our drink of choice was going to be a long island iced tea. He made it up to the bar and wasn’t looking too confident in himself, and I was getting worried that we were going to be busted for being on a booze cruise under-age. No good.

Dave eventually went for it, hands shaking… and he got lucky. The bartender didn’t ID him and he came back with the massive drink!! We were stoked, to say the least. Again, keep in mind the neither of us were big drinkers. Also keep in mind that the bartender made this long island iced tea extremely strong. Well, let me tell you something… this long island iced tea absolutely obliterated me. I became a flaming idiot and lost every single bit of the little common sense I had. I guess that was the goal, but this was a bit more than I had planned for.

By this point, everyone else was extremely intoxicated, as well, as the escapades were only getting more Girls-Gone-Wild’esque. At the peak of my drunkenness, the boat came to a stop and anchored in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Everyone started jumping off the back of the boat and getting onto the massive floating trampoline that was being dragged behind it. This was so amazing for Dave and me. Boobs were bouncing everywhere and we were drunk out of our minds. Every once in a while we would mention poor Ryan, who was probably sitting in the pew beside his father, singing hymns at Sunday mass. Oh well, THE SHOW MUST GO OOONNN!

I then decided to join in the festivities. When I do things, I normally go all out. It’s all or nothing for me, and that would prove to be a bit problematic in this case. All of the other drunk people were jumping off the back of the boat, which was the proper place to jump off the boat, as it was lower and intended for such a purpose. That didn’t seem to be cool enough for me, however, as I climbed up on the side of the boat and let out a scream… then jumped into the ocean.

Fully clothed.

With my wallet in my pocket.

My wallet was forced out of my pocket by the sudden impact from the 20+ foot jump into the water and, unbeknownst to me, promptly sank to the bottom of the ocean floor. Dave and I continued to have a great time on the booze cruise and our lives were perfect. I didn’t realize that I had lost my wallet until we disembarked the ship and got back onto terra firma. This was not a good situation, at all, but fortunately it was pre 9/11 and Ryan’s dad could pull some strings since he was a pilot. I eventually made it back to the continental United States and got a new license from the DMV. All was back to normal for a couple years…

If you are still with me, then you are about to be rewarded, just like I was. Over two years later, my mom received a manilla envelope in the mail, sent from Colorado and addressed to me. I opened up the envelope and inside I found my worn wallet, filled with sand, with my faded ID card and the tattered remains of a twenty dollar bill inside. Also in the envelope was a hand written letter that read:

My husband, ********, found your wallet in 90 ft. of water.  He was doing his 2 weeks with Navy Reserves.  He teaches scuba and is a Master Instructor.  That day he had a group of 8 people out in the ocean when he found your wallet.
I hope you receive this and haven’t moved.  I wondered how long it has been in the ocean (Hawaii). Sincerely, ********************

I was floored. I could not believe that this wallet made it back to me, years after my stupid ass had lost it in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. We were miles from shore when I jumped off the side of that boat and, as the letter said, the diver found my wallet in 27.432 meters of water. Absolutely astonishing, if you ask me. My mom saved it for all these years, and I just got around to taking some pics earlier tonight.

TL;DR Went on booze cruise in Hawaii, got way too drunk, jumped off side of boat fully clothed, lost wallet in the Pacific Ocean, scuba diver found it two years later and sent it back to me with a letter from his wife who has amazing cursive penwomanship, and I had a super awesome bowl cut of which everyone is envious.

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MMFD fic prompt: “Awake?” Part 2

Part 1 is here.

A ton of notes and tags are at the bottom.

But my gratitude to madfatty for the beta is right on top.

Awake?” - Part 2




Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with everyone today? Can’t they let a hungover man sleep? It’s barely gone one PM, for fuck sake.


Finn grabs his phone and shoves it under the pillow. Sometimes that helps to muffle the sound, especially when he’s still half-asleep. But his head is pounding, feels like he’s being kicked in the skull repeatedly. By someone who’s really good at football. Messi or someone. How much did he drink last night? He doesn’t think it was that much. Headaches like these usually follow a night of total anarchy, something spacial like a rave or a music festival or something, that justifies spending all your cash ondrinking whatever someone might sell you. And also some chips or a kebab or ohhaawww don’t think about food! Don’t think about food!

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Snickers and Secrets (Nate Maloley/Sam Will)

Requests are Open!
Anon said: Hello, could you please do an imagine with Nate where he and y/n are secretly dating and she’ll come to visit boys in the studio and she’ll bring snacks and Sammy will be like ‘Omg, I love you, girl!’, Nate will get jealous and later the day he’ll kiss her in front of them and be like 'Okay guys, this lady is mine, so back off’ and omg, cute, please? :3

A/N: Lol i tried to make the title funny, but i probably failed so lol at me. enjoy loves xx 

“Yes, Nate, I will pick up some chocolate too, no worries. Now get off the phone before the guys start to wonder why you’ve been talking to me for so long,” I scolded my boyfriend. Nate and I have been dating for almost a month. Though we were very open with each other, having previously been best friends, our actual relationship remained secluded and secretive. It was a mutual decision, to keep our relationship on the down low. We were both too nervous to tell the rest of the squad, that is, John, the Jacks, and Sammy, for fear of their reactions. I have a close friendship with all of the boys, since I’ve known them for almost 5 years, yet, I was worried about their initial thoughts if they ever found out about Nate and I. 

Pushing the shopping cart down the aisle of CVS, I shoved random bags of chips, popcorn, candy and chocolate into it, hoping it would be enough to hold the guys over before we went out for dinner. They were all in the studio, working on Nate’s new mixtape. Walking over to the drinks aisle, I grabbed 6 cans of Arizona tea, knowing that buying beer for the guys would only result in chaos. Making my way over to the register, the cashier looked at my full cart skeptically as he began to ring me up. He quickly bagged the snacks and after I payed, I hobbled over to my car, unlocking the door and throwing the eight full plastic bags into the back seat. I drove to the studio, while jamming out to the Calibraska EP. Parking the vehicle, I retrieved the bags of food and walked up the recording booth where the squad was. I kicked the door, since my hands were full. Johnson opened the door for me and moved aside so I could enter. I dropped the junk food on the couch and sighed with relief. 

“Y/N!” The boys called as they flocked over to me. Gilinsky and Swazz both gave me a side hug before focusing their attention onto what I had brought. 

“Sweet, there’s sour patch in here!” Swazz called, pulling out a pack. 

“Oh man I can’t stand those things. Ever Johnson and I did that mini-series for them, I haven’t been able to eat those,” Gilinksy shuddered. I laughed at his reaction, sitting on the leather couch next to Johnson who was snacking on a bag of cheetos. I looked over at the recording booth, and saw Nate and Sammy working on a beat for one of Nate’s songs. I waved at them, catching their attention. Nate winked at me, throwing me a smirk while Sam’s gaze fell on the food next to me. He ran through the booth and into the room that the rest of us were in. Nate followed closely behind. 

“SNACKS!” he screamed with delight, running towards me and grabbing a Snickers from the plastic bag. He then turned his attention on me. 

“I love you y/n,” Sam exclaimed, hugging me tightly. “Like seriously babe, you’re the best,” he said throwing his arm around my shoulders. I giggled before glancing at Nate, whose jaw was clenched with anger. I gave him a concerned look before he gestured with his eyes towards Sam, who was chewing on his chocolate bar. I shook my head, signaling for him to calm down. He breathed out heavily before storming back into the booth, slamming the door behind him. 

“What’s his deal?” Johnson asked. 

“No idea. It’s probably nothing,” I lied. 

The rest of us remained where we were, talking about random things, before Sam spoke.

“I guess I should get back to helping Nate with his track,” he said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his face into my neck. “Thanks for the snacks baby.” he flirted. I abruptly stood up. 

“Yeah. no problem,” I answered awkwardly, hoping Nate didn’t see the interaction I had with Sam. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” A voice boomed. Well, i obviously spoke too soon. 

“Babe, calm down, it’s okay,” I tried to reassure him. He pushed me away before storming over towards Sammy. 

“Woah bro, calm your shit,” Sam said defensively. “What’s your deal?”

“What’s my deal, huh? My deal, is that you keep MAKING MOVES ON MY GIRLFRIEND,” Nate screamed, grabbing the half eaten Snickers bar from Sam’s hand and throwing it on the ground. Everything went silent. Sam, Jack, G, and Swazz all looked at us with wide eyes. 

“Shit,” I mumbled. 

“Your girlfriend?” Sam said in a calmer tone. “What do you mean, your girlfriend?” He asked. 

Nate looked over at me nervously. He walked over to me and put his arm around my waist. He sighed. “yes, y/n and I are dating. I’m really sorry guys. We didn’t want you to find out like this.” 

I looked at the boys hopefully, but they all sat there stunned. 

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Johnson asked sadly. 

“We were scared. Well, mainly I was scared. I didn’t know how you guys would react, and I was just so nervous and I thought that you wouldn’t support us and I’m sorry,” I confessed. 

“Y/N, what are you talking about? We’ll always support anything you do. And, even though I may only speak for myself,  I’m really happy for you guys.” Swazz admitted. 

“We agree with Swazz. We love you both, and if this is what makes you happy, then go for it. We support you 100%” the Jacks agreed. Nate and I smiled at each other. 

Finally, Sammy spoke up. “Bro, I’m sorry I hit on y/n. I didn’t know you guys were a thing. I wouldn’t have done it if I had known. swear to God. But I’m super happy for you guys too. You make a good couple,” he said with a sincere tone. He pulled Nate into a bro hug, clapping him on the back. Nate walked back over to me before kissing me lightly. 

“Now we don’t have to hide anymore. No more worries,” he told me. I smiled at him before kissing him again. 

“But wait!” Sammy replied. 

We looked at him anxiously. 

“You owe me a new Snickers bar,” he joked.  

Drunk Luke

background: you and luke had been friends for the longest time now, and he has always had a crush on you. you had a crush on him, too, but you were both blissfully unaware about each other’s feelings toward one another. after getting drunk, the first thing he thinks of is coming to your house.

a/n: so i guess this one is kinda fluffy? idk you just have to imagine luke is legal to drink lol but i miiiight make a smuttier version of this

word count: 1078

tw(s): talking about alcohol??

inspired by: x


After a long and action-packed tour, Luke, Michael, Calum, and Ashton decided to go out for a few drinks to celebrate another successful journey around the world and a few months to themselves. And after getting absolutely piss drunk, Luke started thinking about you again. He’d always had a crush on you, and no matter how hard he tried, you never escaped his mind. He stood up and told the others he would see them tomorrow before walking from the table.

The boys started yelling at him, telling him to come back, but he left the bar and went back outside. He didn’t have his car, so he called a cab, telling the driver to go to your apartment address. The car stopped after passing many shops and bars, and he stumbled from the car door and walked up a few flights of stairs cautiously, finding your door and slowly banging on it. He stood there for nearly two minutes until it gently opened.

Groggy, slightly fatigued, and standing in sweats, you opened the door, rubbing one of your eyes. “Luke, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

“Oh, god,” you sighed. You leaned in suddenly, almost close enough to kiss him. You barely had to sniff him to even tell he’d been around alcohol. “You got wasted?”

He started giggling quietly, not even trying to hide his face from you.

“Oh my god,” you laughed with him, “you’re so wasted.”

“I know,” he said, still chuckling, leaning against the door frame. He smiled smugly at you as he placed his hands into his pockets.

“What are you doing here, Hemmings?” You asked sarcastically as you crossed your arms.

Luke shrugged. “I was just getting bored with the boys.”

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