it's not a drink it's a hug!

Mbti Reacting To A Crying Friend ( ಥـْـِـِـِـْಥ)

INTP: … “look at that weather” … “its nice” 

INFP: “DONT WORRY ITS OK. HERE LOOK ITS THE PIC OF THAT VIRTUAL CHARACTER U LOVE SO MUCH” … “Hey but … you’ll be fine. The world is…” *goes on and on ends up having an existential crisis themselves*


INFJ: if you want to talk I’m here to listen … Really just take your time. You are fine really really. I’m here to listen.

ENFP: “OMG YOU ARE CRYING!! (/゚Д゚)/  OMG TEARS !! ARE YOU OK ?? Wait !!!! What am I saying?? You are crying of course you are not ok” *BIG HUGE HUG* “lets go out for a drink or something” :)

ENTP: *unconsciously cracks a joke* … *shows Memes* … *Puns* … *Cute animal pics* … … … “If you wanna talk I really don’t mind” … *more memes* … “I KNOW LETS GO GET DRUNK!!!”…. “ oh you need a hug???” … … … … … … “Fiiiine” *gives them a hug until they stop crying* … unconsciously cracks a joke again*

ENFJ : “WHO THE FUCK MADE U CRY????” (╯°□°)╯︵   “I’LL KILL THEM FOR YOU I SWEAR” … “Oh oh no no wait you’re alright”  *gives them a hug* *cracks a joke at the end*.

ESTP : “Hey don’t worry it’ll be fiiine like seriously. Please. Stop crying. Look memes. Want to join me in on a prank?? … no? WHAT DO I DO IN THIS SITUATION???”

ESFP : “YOU ARE CRYYYYING (ʘ_ʘ) . LOOK SHE’S CRYING  (/゚Д゚)/. EVERYONE SHE IS CRYING  \(*Д* \) . What to dooo???? X_X” *acts like some clown to cheer them up*

ENTJ : “well, life’s a bitch” -_-

ISFJ : “oooh dear don’t worry. You are ok. I’m here. Its fine”  *a big hug. gets them some food* (idk why don’t ask)

ISTJ: “U can always solve the problem its not the end of the world. want me to help u put out a plan??”

ISFP: (the clumsy one): “oh daamn. uuuuuh hey! i know! wanna go with me see some flowers?? its in this rly nice calm place. And um they r rly beautiful too” *gives a hug* “hey hey hey! don’t worry u can tell me whats wrong! rly … WE CAN EAT SOMETHIN’ TOO …. MUSIC IS GOOD TOO…” *ends up crying with them*  ( ಥـْـِـِـِـْಥ)

ISTP: “oh well. wanna go out for a drink?”

ESTJ: “oh…. crying…. uuh…. ok….. welp?…. want me to kick someone’s ass for you? or nah?”

ESFJ: “ TEARS! oh damn. WHO DID THIS???  oh dear. Don’t worry I’m here if you need anything”

deliveryisdelayed  asked:

On drinking age being 21 in America- I have a why for 21, but not a why for licenses at 16 (based on state- some are 15, SD is 14(!), NJ is 17). My apologies if you knew all this, or didn’t want to? – it’s just something I know a bit about and love to share because it’s actually sort of ridiculous. It's based on adulthood of English Common Law - we're talking ages ago, when 21 was when one could become a knight... (part 1 of 4)

so the US was like, alright sounds good - and they put everything at 21, voting, the draft, drinking - but then WWII happened and FDR lowered the draft, cause war. Then Vietnam happened and people were rightly confused how these boys were getting sent over to die but couldn’t even vote about it so, in 1971, that was lowered too. (part 2 of 4)

But when they started to apply the same thought to drinking it wasn’t a federal law, it was on a state by state basis, so some states dropped to 18, and some stayed at 21. This was problematic because 18-20-year-olds were driving to different states simply to get alcohol and then driving home which was increasing fatalities related to drunk driving. This is not to say that 18-20-year-olds are more likely to drunk drive, it’s just the older people didn’t have to go so far to do it. (part 3 of 4)

So, then there was a big initiative to lock the drinking age back at 21, and basically any state that refused was threated something like a 10% reduction of their federal highway funding. Sometimes lowering the age gets brought up, but people point at how car related fatalities have gone down exponentially, not taking into account things like airbags and seat-belt laws. It’s all very silly. And this concludes the history lesson of American foolishness. Thanks for letting me share :)(part 4 of 4)

omg wow okay this is super interesting?? I mean I still think it’s kinda ridiculous now but at least it makes sense and it originated somewhere and it wasn’t just another case of americans being coconuts lmao 

and thank you so much for taking the time to send me this omg, I love random bits of trivia, you’re welcome to share at any time :DD

“Story of Tonight” Staging

THE STORY OF TONIGHT: Lafayette and Laurens are sitting in chairs and Hercules has got his foot up on his, Captain Morgan like. (They’ve all got drinks) Lin pats Laurens on the shoulder on “I may not live to see our glory” and then crosses over to Hercules and they put their arms around each other on “They’ll tell the story of tonight.” Laurens rises on “raise a glass to freedom” and they all raise their glasses on “Something they can never take away.” They all rise and Laurens comes in really close to Ham on “raise a glass to the four of us” and puts his hand on his shoulder and they have really intense eye contact (its cute) and it isn’t broken until Lafayette and Hercules come and put their arms on Lams shoulders on “they’ll tell the story of tonight”. Lafayette and Ham clink their drinks and Hercules pulls Laurens into a bear side hug (its cute). Ham crosses downstage on the next verse and the other three hang out by the chairs. They notice Ham all alone and Laurens crosses down to him on “the four of us” and they get super close, close enough to kiss, but then they side hug. And Hamilton’s looking out towards the audience and Laurens looks at him and smiles and pulls him in closer and Ham does this goofy lovey smile (its cute and I die) as the other two come up to them and they stand together again. When the ensemble starts singing the chairs are cleared away and Hercules and Lafayette begin to exit upstage but before they leave they do this thing and the best way I can describe it is its like Zach and Cody when they’d do their handshake and then twiddle their fingers. It’s like that but without the finger twiddling, they just point at each other like g’s then walk off with their arms around each other. Laurens and Ham exit with their arms around each others shoulders as well and Burr is watching, ready to start Schuyler Sisters. So basically Lams is amazing and we all ship it, right? Basically the whole number is super cute best friend time. 

Derek Luh Imagine - Studio Quickie

I’ve had quite a few people requesting a Derek Luh written imagine so here it is, enjoy babes.

Contains smut and swear words (cuss/curse words).

–Y/N’s POV–

Having a rap artist for a boyfriend has its ups and its downs, for example - watching him perform is an upside, it’s amazing, but the amount of time he spends in the studio writing new lyrics is definitely a downside.

Which is why I’ve decided to pay him a visit in the studio, if he won’t come to me then I’ll come to him.

“There she is.” Nate cheers as I walk into the room, my arms full of snacks and drinks to keep the guys going.

“Wassup’ Nate?” I smile, greeting him with a kiss to his cheek and a small hug. “Where is he?” I ask, referring to my boyfriend: Derek.

“He’s in the booth, go surprise him.” He chuckles, taking the bags from my arms so I can go into the producing room to get into the booth.

Slowly and silently, I pull the door open and tackle Derek from behind, stopping him mid verse. “Who the fu- Y/N!” His mad facade drops as soon as he smells my perfume and feels my much smaller body against his. “What are you doing here, baby girl?” He asks, spinning around in my grip to hug me properly.

“Nothing, just here to surprise my Daddy.” I wink, rubbing up against him.

He leans down and kisses me before turning to the blacked out window. “Yo, J, can I take a break?”

“Ten minutes, Luh, but we gotta’ get this song finished soon.” Derek waves his producer off and removes the headphones from his head before pulling me out of the booth and to the door across the room

“I’ve missed you, baby, a lot,” He chuckles, pulling me into the bathroom. “Have you missed me, Y/N?”

“Well, if you ain’t spending so much time here then we could have our fun whenever we like,” I pout, giggling to tease him. I reach down and begin rubbing him through his jeans, feeling him grow hard with just my touch. “I’m right, aren’t I Derek?” I smirk, watching as he squeezes his eyes shut and supports himself up with both hands up against the wall behind me.

“You always are baby girl,” he groans, suddenly picking me up to sit me on the counter. “Fuck that feels good Y/N.” He grunts, thrusting himself against my hand.

Next, I unzip his jeans and pull down his restricting boxers as he takes down my leggings. “We gotta’ be quick, okay Daddy?” I ask, shifting to the edge of the counter for him to slide inside me.

“Okay baby girl,” he whispers, moaning as he pushes himself into me. “Fuck, you’re so tight Y/N.” He grunts, starting with a slow thrust.

“This i-is what you c-could get 24/7 if you were home b-before 3am.” I manage to mutter, enjoying the feeling of him stretching me out with each euphoric thrust of his hips.

“I’m sor-sorry baby girl, I’ll be home more o-often.” He replies, resting his forehead against my shoulder, holding himself up with his hands firmly planted down on the counter.

Derek’s thrusts continue at the same pace for some time before I realise we don’t have a lot of time left. “Daddy hurry, we don’t have all night.” I moan, reaching down to encourage him.

“N-No Y/N,” he moans, kissing my neck repeatedly. “Fuck, I love you baby girl.”

“I l-love you too,” I let my head fall back, rocking with each thrust. “Please, are y-you close?”

“I just w-wanna take it s-slow baby girl.” He replies, squeezing my ass in his hands.

“If you finish n-now, we can g-go for an-another couple rounds at home.” I suggest, biting down on my lip as I feel a knot begin to tie in the pit of my stomach.

Instantly, his pace quickens a considerable amount and soon, he warns me of him reaching the edge. “Baby girl I’m c-close.”

“Cum Daddy,” I giggle, scratching down his back from beneath his t-shirt. “Shit Daddy, I-I-I’m cuming.” I squeal as my legs shake and he thrusts harder and harder.

Soon, we’re both calm from our orgasms and he pulls out. “That was hot baby girl,” he sighs in exhaustion, fixing his boxers and jeans before cleaning me up and pulling my leggings back up for me. “You’re on birth control, right?” He questions, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh now you ask after you just fucked me?” I laugh sarcastically, shaking my head at him as I slide off of the counter. My feet hit the floor and I almost fall due to the lack of feeling in my legs, but Derek helps me stand. “And yeah, no need to worry baby.”

He kisses me and fixes his hair in the mirror before slapping my ass on the way out of the bathroom. “I said ten minutes bro, what the fuck takes you so long to finish?” Is what I hear as I fix my hair and makeup in the mirror.

“Aye, I missed my girl, I ain’t rushing for nobody.” Derek replies, laughing.

Its dark and I’m searching for a light that I can’t find.
Its cold and here is no body to warm me up.
He used to be that person, the light and his hugs warm like a fire.
But where he is?
I’m bleeding, I’m crying.
My body is full of cheep alcohol. I feel like I’m dreaming. I see you now. But I need one more sip of that drink to clear my view of you. I reach my hands to tuch you, but I fall on the cold grund and I scratch my skin more than I should. I take another sip and the room starts to spining around and after that i can’t remember anything else just your bright blue eyes which they shine like the most blue sky on the world and they are deep like an ocean.
—  Just another thing that I want to tell you.

s-sorry this is the last text post I’ll ever make about les mis and musicals in general I SWEAR it’s just
he’s so cute in the l’ABC song (and is being tossed at Enjolras ops)
but IN DRINK WITH ME, he always makes it the most emotional out of all (and in this version you can see Enjolras following him and then them hugging IT’S KILLING ME)
please someone talk with me about Linstead!R……….