it was vodka and lemonade

I fell asleep in an acid bath of depression that ate away my skin and burned a hole through my esophagus. People called it a suicide attempt. I skipped art for a week after that.

You found my undead corpse filling lemonade cans with vodka on the way to the bus stop that always smelled a bit too much like the cigarettes my father used to smoke,

And you stitched up my wrists with your frayed, dirty shoelaces that stained my veins with a hopelessness that spread from my fingertips to my spine.

Fast forward a month and we were torturing ourselves just to feel again. We strangled ourselves with seatbelts instead of driving off a cliff because that takes a level of commitment that neither of us had.

But I need change like you need a quick fuck. The love we wrote about in chalk got washed away by your tongue when you shoved it down her throat and was painted over by the blood dripping out my skull onto the pavement after I jumped off of your roof.

—  High School Sweethearts

Peach Vodka Lemonade Punch

Ingredients & Measurements:

  • 1 cup Lemon Juice
  • ¼ cup Simple Syrup
  • 2 cups Water
  • 1 cup Peach Vodka
  • Sliced Peaches


In a pitcher, mix together lemon juice, simple syrup, and water. Adjust taste as necessary (more simple syrup, more lemon juice, etc). Stir in the peach vodka. Pour the drink over crushed ice and garnish with sliced peaches.


Corn Syrup
Pink Sugar
1 ½ oz. (45ml) Vodka
½ oz. (15ml) Kinky Liqueur
2 oz. (60ml) Pink Lemonade
Splash of Lemon-Lime Soda
Blow Pop
Bubble Gum

1. Rim martini glass with corn syrup and pink sugar.
2. Infuse vodka with bubblegum.
3. In a mixing glass with ice, add bubble gum vodka, kinky liqueur, and pink lemonade.
4. Pour into martini glass and top with lemon-lime soda.

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Mendicus: Part 1

Pecunia (Money)

Written for @icecream-and-gadreel for donating to my Supernatural Seattle 2017 Gift!

Pairing: soulless!Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,475

Warnings: sub!soulless!Sam,  public teasing (male receiving), dirty talk, sex toy shop, car-shaming (is that even a warning?), mentions of sex workers.

Summary: Tired of Sam’s dominating ways, the reader convinces Sam to be a little submissive for once. 

It was February, the weather was in between being too warm in the day and too cold at night, and you were currently in one of the busiest, most beautiful cities in the United States of America

Vegas week had finally arrived. You, Sam, and Dean were granted a full seven days off from the dangerous world of hunting. The city was crowded, as usual, but you found a reasonable motel on the outskirts. Within an hour you were settled in and relatively comfortable, and you decided to get your own room for once. You deserved a little “me” time.

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anonymous asked:

i feel like junkrat is protective by nature with just about everything, especially his s/o. what sould happen if he felt threatened that someone would try to steal them away from him?

“I’ll get us another drink”, you hummed happily, grinning as you pushed yourself away from the table.

“Alright darl”, Junkrat practically sung, leaning over and pressing a hard kiss to the side of your head. You giggled, wiggling as he began to litter softer, smaller kisses to your cheek before you stood up, his hand rubbing your back lightly. “Get anythin’ ya want sweets! Everythings going on Hog’s tab!”

Your brow shot up curiously, looking to the large bodyguard, receiving a slight shrug and a snorted grunt. That was as much confirmation as you were probably going to get, eyes lighting up giddily. Junkrat tittered maniacally, your own giggle twinkling as you skipped away from the men to get a refill on all of your drinks. The watering hole you had stopped in rested close enough to ‘civilized’ society that you didn’t have to worry about all the liquor being irradiated, and  the establishment was surprisingly clean, not new or shiny but comfortable. It was still packed full of the same types of people you’d expect in the middle of the Outback, but even then you didn’t expect things to go too awry . You knew how to handle yourself fairly well, plus you had come in flanked by the infamous Enforcer and his infamous demolitionist employer. That should afford you protection enough.

Sauntering up to the counter, you bounced on the balls of your feet while you waited for the barkeep to notice you. When you did, you quickly placed an order for the same three drinks you had gotten before; a dark stout in a ridiculously large mug for Mako, a strong hard cider for Junkrat and a bubbly lemonade-vodka blend for you. You continued bouncing as you waited for the old man behind the bar, leaning your elbows into the bar and humming a nondescript tune under your breath, not noticing the two other Junkers that stumbled up behind you.

“Wouldya look at the ass on that one. Real nice, ain’t it mate?”

“Fuck yeah, nice ‘n tight, yeah?”

A shiver rolled down your spine, their voices close and purposefully loud and thrown in your direction. You glanced to the side, revulsion making your stomach flip as the one nearest to you caught your eye and winked. Your nose wrinkled, head turning to the side as you exaggerated your movement to show your lack of interest. Your amused bouncing had stopped, arms crossing over your chest, tapping your foot slightly. The bar tender’s back was to you as he worked through your order, Hog’s and Jamie’s drinks already on a small tray, yours being shaken in some kind of silver tin.

“Ohhh lookit, she’s a fuckin’ prude.”

“Little bitch just needs some right dick and I’m sure she’s be purring nice and sweet for us.”

You resisted the urge to shout the vitriolic statements that rolled on the back of your tongue, not wanting to start a bar fight, just wanting to get your drinks and spend time with your boyfriend and his best friend. But that didn’t mean you had to just stand there and take everything.

“Fuck off”, you huffed out, eyes lighting up as the bartender set your drink on the tray and turned with it, lightly placing it in front of you. Finally you could get out of here. Grabbing the edges of the platter, you smiled appreciatively at the bartender. “Thanks!”

Turning with the drinks you almost stumbled backwards, careful not to spill the beverages you held in front of you. The two taller, drunk men stood mere inches from you, blocking off your path back to the table. You tried to peek around them but they shifted, dipping their faces closer to yours and pushing you a step back.

“Eyy missy, you ignorin’ us?”

“Yes I have to get back to my boyfriend”, you huffed out, fixing them with an irritated glare. “Now move. Please.”

The ‘please’ was to appeal to some kind of decency the two men had but it only earned you a sneer. The greasier of the pair leaned even closer towards you, his hand lifting to grab at your face, your eyes going round as you were unable to move.

“Now c’mon y–oy!”

“The lady said hands off.”

The man leaning towards you was suddenly thrown back, landing hard on his ass, Jamison standing over him. There was venom in his bright orange-yellow eyes, your Junker growling menacingly as he stepped over the felled man and put himself between the harassers and you. His hand stroked at your face briefly, the deadly serious anger in his face flickering to worry as he looked you up and down. A silent question of if you were okay was met with a half nod of the head, a relieved smile settling onto your lips.

“Hey! Fuck off cunt!”

You watched the look of absolute malice slip back onto Junkrat’s face, his metal hand lightly stroking your cheek before he turned back around. He rolled his shoulders, standing to his full height, fists clenched at his side. Gone was the nervous, bouncing energy Junkrat normally embodied had taken a backseat to the fiercely protective, possessive nature the man had. What was Junkrat’s was Junkrat’s, he didn’t like sharing and he didn’t like people that threatened what was his. He was used to having so little so when he got his hands on something that he wanted, truly wanted, he was not going to let it go for any amount of money in the world. It made you feel safe, irreplaceable, chasing away any doubt that he truly wanted and loved you. You were his greatest ‘treasure’ and he wouldn’t let some garbage make you feel unsafe.

“Now you whackers, you either fuck right off or I’ll shove one of me bombs up yer ass and we’ll see how much ya fucking talk when yer entrails are painting the walls.”

Play That Song - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by stillthinkingmayn

A/N - I apologise for any initial errors, it’s 2 in the afternoon and I’ve drank a lot of Cider, anywho this is based off that Train song - Play That Song. It’s been in my head all day long.

Bucky x Reader - Bucky requests the same song everytime you guys go out which makes you think of him and how much you miss him when he’s not around.

Warnings: None, just much needed fluff.

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                     ‘When Life gives you lemons, make lemonade….’

Or Vodka Lemon. 

This is what I thought back then, 5 days before bookfair, while being angry about the fact that I could not finish any new cosplay in time because of reasons. 

One day later I sewd this. 

Made entirely from leftovers and scraps, incrible comfy to wear and the best thing I could do on a crowed convention saturday. 

And wearing it was amazing. Alone for the faces the people made in the exact moment they got the joke. :D
And what I learned: people love getting lemons. People get really excited about the prospect of making lemonade. People actually like getting lemons from Life.

Photos: @misskrone <3

Jealousy - Alec Lightwood SMUT

REQUESTED: YES! Finally, I HAVE RECEIVED REQUESTS FROM YOU LOVELY LOT! I kinda decided to combine two of my requests because they were quite similar, and here are the requests below:

I was thinking that Y/N is Izzy’s parabatai and alec’s girlfriend…and after a mission they decide to go to a mundane club/party. They didn’t tell Alec or anyone. it was like a mini scape from literally everything! Izzy is with Merlion while Y/N is dancing with another guy. When Alec notice they are missing they go and look for them and when they found him things get crazy! Alec and Y/N get into an argument that leads to smut. Can you do that? ლ(╹◡╹ლ)

HI! i was wondering if you could write a Dom!Alec/Fem!reader(who’s Izzy’s parabati) , where he gets jealous that you and Jace are hanging out a lot-just as friends, of course- but he thinks it’s something more and he decides to show the reader that she’s his and only his(smut, teasing, and fluff). Thanks! p.s i love Malec, but i like to pretend that Alec is my boyfriend hahaha *blush*

WARNINGS: SMUT AF bc jealous Alec is hot Alec ;)

SUMMARY: Izzy, Alec, Jace and Y/N decide to blow off steam after a mission by going to a mundane club. Multiple drinks lead to risky dancing on the floor with Jace, and Alec is not happy…

NOTES: Again, YES ALEC IS ACTUALLY GAY I REALIZE. These are REQUESTS. I will go with REQUESTS. Also this is me again procrastinating revision (what? I’ll watch the film version of Of Mice and Men later, as well as the BBC version of An Inspector Calls with Inspector Lupin. I have been revising trust me ;) ) so it’s hopefully better writing because I’m more focused working on this and not on thinking about my exams (of which I have one tomorrow. God save us all).


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💕The Pink Man 💕

#coctails #drinks #vodka #lemonade #lemon #strawberry #sprite #drink #cocktail

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Jack Maynard x Reader #2

Warnings: insinuations of death 

Word Count: 1342 

Note: i looooveeee this AU. who am i kidding i love all the AUs for this month ~K

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#4 for AU April: Tally Mark 

where every time you fall in love you get a red tally mark on your lower forearm, and it turns black if the love is requited. But if your lover dies then the tally becomes a scar.

(gif creds to @conormaynardaf )


Unlike most people, you weren’t proud of your mark. The majority of people flaunted the number of loves in their lives and the amount of marks they’ve amassed, but not you. You constantly wore long sleeves to hide that permanent thin white line on your lower forearm, nearly tucked into the crease of your elbow; the one you could hardly bear to look at without too many now painful memories being dredged up from the corners of your mind. If you were honest, you weren’t 100% sure why you kept it hidden to the public, but to you, something so personal never felt like it had to be shared with the world. You envied your parents and the love they had. Each only had a single mark on their arm, and that was not going to change anytime soon by the looks of things.

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You were addictive. My own personal cocaine. So when you left I turned to alcohol. But I don’t even need that anymore because I’m done being addicted to you.
—  Getting over you

Summary: College roommates Kimberly and Trini goes out to a party and gets drunk. Let’s just say the night end with them sleeping together.

Rating: T

AN: Still set in the Power Rangers world, they just grew up and now in college.

“Come on, Trini. I know you’re this introverted, shy, and don’t like to really be involved but I am here to find you a girl… and that girl is going to be at the party… and you’re going to woo her and etc.” Kimberly continued to tug on her best friend’s arm to get her off the couch and off to start dressing up to go to the party. “Get up, Trini! We’re going to be late”

“Kimberly, I have told you so many times, parties like this are not my thing. A bunch of frat boys wanting to get in your pants and sorority girls just gossiping about appearance. No thank you” Trini retaliated her arm away from Kim, who pouted.

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  • ❝ It ain’t easy being king.  ❞
  • ❝ Some days you’re the Beamer, some days you’re the goddamn deer.  ❞
  • ❝ Figure it out, grunt. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t give a shit about history or respect. This is about business. ❞
  • ❝ We’re all free men, protected by the Constitution. You look any way you want. ❞
  • ❝ I got to tell you something, man. I mean it could be bad.  ❞
  • ❝ Let’s go into the photo booth. Come on; let me give you a quick hand job.  ❞
  • ❝ I want you to find him. You bring him to me first. I’ll pay anything you want.  ❞
  • ❝ Anger clouds judgment and it makes us do things that we end up regretting-things we can never take back.  ❞
  • ❝ I am not happy about being here either. At least you and I, you know-we can try to have a decent conversation.  ❞
  • ❝ You fed crystal to a killer doberman, Are you retarded?  ❞
  • ❝ That love’s gonna kill me.  ❞ 
  • ❝ I didn’t sign on for burned bodies, dead sheriffs.  ❞
  • ❝ Look, only way this relationship works is two of us together, or one of us dead. ❞
  • ❝ Distract them. I said distract them, not scar them for life.  ❞
  • ❝ So you stole an ambulance? ❞
  • ❝ Can you at least pretend I’m a cop sometimes?  ❞
  • ❝ What exactly is it you’re hoping to find? Just wondering what digging up dirt on old girlfriends gets you?  ❞
  • ❝ Do you love me? It’s a simple question. ❞
  • ❝ I’m protecting the innocent. If I step on a few toes in the meanwhile, so be it  ❞
  • ❝ I think you’re a good man with a big heart. I believe you try to do as much good as you can, but you live a life I don’t think I’ll ever really understand. ❞
  • ❝ I’m more scared now than I ever was. I’m scared of getting caught. I’m scared of not getting caught.  ❞
  • ❝ Don’t you get tired of it? Running?❞
  • ❝ I’m not running. I’m just being realistic. ❞
  • ❝ Your life is a series of hit-and-runs.  ❞
  • ❝ Because when I’m inside someone, there’s only one face I see.  ❞
  • ❝ I should be fishing somewhere, or reading a book half buzzed on vodka and lemonade.❞