keg wine

"Am a throw this"

so I am an dwarf who makes beer and our party went in to some catacombs. While down their we found a 50 year old keg of wine which my dwarf carried around with him then we get into a fight with a zombie guy.

Every one took their turns before me

Me: Am a throw the keg of wine!“

DM: are you sure?

Me: Yes

Dm alright make a dex check

Every one at the table: woudn’t that be more strength then dex

Dm: alright make a strength check

Me: rolls 20* crit

Dm: ok then roll 2d2’s

Me: rolls 4 then add my stregnth giving it to 10

Dm: so you smack the zombie in the face with 50 year old wine dealing 10 damage …. HOW THE HELL did you do that

Me: all in the arms

Last Friday Night (brother’s best friend!cal)

cal is your brother’s best friend and he is looking hella fine one night
pairing: y/n and cal
words: 2289
rating: x / r (it’s smut what do you expect)

It was Friday night. For you, that meant studying and trying desperately to catch up on whatever show you were binge-watching that month. For your older brother, however, it meant parties at your house while your parents were out of town. It meant that, once again, he’d invite 20 people over and soon it would turn into 60 people or more and you’d have to lock the door of your room just to make sure that a drunk couple wouldn’t walk in hoping to fit in a quickie between the upbeat songs and the weird slow ones that people don’t really like but were played anyway.
“Y/N!” someone called, pounding on your bedroom door, their voice muffled by the wood that separated you. 

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If you didn’t get your life and another twenty to spare from this:

THEN YOU MUST BE ONE DEAD MOTHERFUCKER OUT HERE. NO WAY TO HELP YA. SORREH. CPR IS WASTEFUL ON YOUR ASS. I AM A MEDICAL STUDENT, NOT YET A DOCTOR BRUH, SO….GOOD LUCK TO YA. BECAUSE THIS JUST GAVE ME IMMORTALITY. ALL UP IN DAT. LIVING FOREVER RIGHT NOW. 2015 IS JUST THE BEGINNING.  

WHAT GETS ME IS THAT WIFEY STILL DOESN’T BELIEVE IT YET. LOOK AT OUR FEARLESS LEADER. SHE IS STARING AT HUBBY LIKE HE MIGHT EVAPORATE. HE’S SO COMPLICATED, SINGULAR. PASSING HER ALL OF THIS PAIN WITH VERY LITTLE END IN SIGHT FOR EVERY OTHER THING. TELLING HER ON THE SLY, “Aw, yeah, babe, Ra’s gotta go, that was the plan and if I gotta go out with him, then make sure Thea works out that left hook, K? THX!” LIKE HIS LIFE IS NOTHING TO GIVE, NOTHING TO MOURN. 

BOY IS CRAZY. WILD AF. BUT HE CAME HOME. HE KEEPS COMING FOR HER, EVEN WHEN HE DOESN’T TRY TO. HE WAS MEANT TO BE OLIVER QUEEN AS MUCH AS SHE WAS MEANT TO MEET, FALL IN LOVE WITH, NURTURE, SUPPORT AND SAVE OLIVER QUEEN. IT ALL CONNECTS. 

Stop dangling maybes…” I DON’T SEE ONE DANGLING AT ALL TONIGHT. NOT A ONE. LOOK AT HIM. “Baby, where do you want to go? We can do anything you want. Personally, I just wanna find a bed and some waffles, so I can stick dat ass to the sheets with the maple syrup.” YAAAAASSSSSSSS DADDY.

BOY IS DONE WITH THE GAMES. DTF FOR LIFE. BECAUSE HE EARNED IT. HE WOKE UP. HE PUT HIS WEAPON DOWN. HE LET IT REST, SO HE COULD REST. HE GAVE IT HIS ALL, HIS BLOOD, HIS SWEAT, YEARS OF HIS LIFE THAT HE CAN’T GET BACK, THAT HE WOULDN’T WANT BACK. 

THE ARROW IS A BOOK THAT HE’S CLOSING. PICKING UP ANOTHER WITH HIS GIRL IN THE PASSENGER SEAT IS THE ONLY PLAY HE CAN MAKE. NOT FOR HIS CITY, OR HIS SISTER, OR HIS PROMISE TO HIS FATHER. BUT FOR HIMSELF. 

Can I say something strange?….I’m happy.” I DON’T SEE NOTHIN’ STRANGE BRO. GET YO LIFE. GET IT. ALL 50+ YEARS THAT’S LEFT OF IT. SPEND IT ALL.

*wine keg is finally empty tho* *drunk af but ‘bout to rewatch it all….bye* 

Help Me Lose My Mind

Here’s another season 4 blurb from Monday’s episode.  I’ll be working on my requests that I’ve gotten after I finish up JDLG.  I know they’re taking a while, but I promise they’re coming! Along with a few other things(: the song for this story is Help Me Lose My Mind by Disclosure.

Help Me Lose My Mind

A look of pure confusion was on Liam’s face.  These people were freaks.  “So… a werewolf,” he said pointing towards Scott.  “A Banshee and a Fox?” he questioned before turning towards Kira.  They were definitely freaks.  If it wasn’t bad enough that Scott had kidnapped him and held him hostage in his house with the help of Stiles, now they had tricked him into coming to this house saying there was a party.  He knew being a freshmen wasn’t easy, he had expected a little bit of hazing from the older guys on the team, but this was getting ridiculous.

“Wait, what are you guys?” he asked, pointing towards Stiles and Y/N.

They looked at each other and shrugged.  “Human?” she responded.

“I was possessed by an evil spirit…” Stiles responded and then gripped the back of his neck.  That wasn’t really something he was hoping to go into greater detail about.

“And what are you now?”

Stiles thought about it for a moment.  “Better…”

They all knew that trying to explain all of this to him wasn’t going to be easy.  None of this made sense and they definitely knew that.  It felt like years ago that they had all been introduced into the world of the supernatural and now it was just normal to them, but it wasn’t normal to everyone.  That was something they had to remember. 

Liam wasn’t taking this very well, either.  He began to yell, the temper that he’d been famous for at his old school was definitely shining through now.  Pair that with a full moon and a new beta and you had trouble.  Scott and Kira had to try and get him out of there, get him somewhere safe.  Before they could do that they all noticed headlights shining through the window.  Turns out, Liam had invited some friends.

“A party?” Lydia asked, “what am I supposed to do with a bunch of kids expecting a party?”

“Who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?” Stiles questioned once Scott, Kira and Liam had disappeared.

“Me, duh.”

“So throw a party,” he told her.  “We’ll help you keep it under control.”

When the doorbell rang Lydia hurried to answer it.  It didn’t take long from there for the entire house to fill. Y/N and Stiles watched as every room on the main level filled with kids from their school. Liam sure had spread the news fast. Lydia was in a state of panic, trying to play it cool while hurrying around to clean up after everyone.

Drinks were flowing, including the wine that Lydia had made clear that no one was supposed to drink. Music was pumping through the house and Y/N watched as many of the kids danced, some of them drunkenly stumbling into each other. She had lost Stiles somewhere in the crowd and Lydia was mainly just a blur around her. 

There were a few kids from the lacrosse team and their girlfriends hanging around the keg.  She walked over and pumped it a few times before filling up two cups.  “Hey, Y/N,” Garrett said catching her attention.  “Have you seen Liam around?”

“Uh,” she began, “who?”

He laughed. “Liam.  Scott and your boyfriend broke his leg a practice the other day.  That Liam.”

She narrowed her eyes before taking a sip of the beer in her cup.  “Haven’t seen him,” she lied quickly before moving away from him quickly.  She was a horrible liar; he could probably see that written all over her face. She just wanted to find Stiles or Lydia, or anyone who wouldn’t involve lying about Liam.  Or lying about anything.  That would be refreshing.

She wandered through the kitchen past a few of the other party goers before walking out onto the back deck. Finally she saw Stiles, caught in a conversation with Greenburg.  When he saw her he let out a sigh of relief before excusing himself.  He walked over to where she stood and smiled taking the other cup she offered to him.  “Thanks,” he mumbled before taking a big gulp. “Who even invited Greenburg?” he questioned, mostly to himself.

She laughed before they walked over to one of the built in wooden benches along the railing.  They sat side by side and looked out over the lake.  The full moon was reflecting against the water and casting a glow upon them.  “How do you think Liam’s doing?”

Stiles had been lost in his thoughts, staring at her.  Her hair fell in waves past her shoulders and she was dressed in a pair of white skinny jeans and pink tank top under a denim jacket.  When she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear he caught a whiff of her perfume, a scent that he loved. He loved everything about her.  Her smile and her eyes, even the way she looked at him.  She was the only girl that had ever made him feel this way.  When he was with her he felt worthy.

Y/N turned to look at him when he had still yet to answer her question. He quickly looked down when she caught him staring. Clearing his throat he looked back up at her and saw the smile on her lips.  He ignored the look she gave him. “He’s with Scott. I’m sure he’s fine.”

“I can’t even imagine what he’s going through,” she said shaking her head.  “His whole life is changing.”

“All of our lives have changed because of all this,” he replied.  “I mean think about it.  How different do you think your life would be if you didn’t know about all of this stuff? If you didn’t know about Scott and if you hadn’t gone through what you did with me…” he trailed off. 

“We can’t change any of that. And I wouldn’t change anything about us,” she told him with conviction. It had been a few months since they managed to defeat the Nogitsune and Stiles got his life back, but he still carried that experience around with him every day.  “In a way, everything we went through brought us all closer.”

She watched him nod his head before looking back out at the water.  There was guilt inside him that was going to take a long time to get over, she knew that.  Without a word she moved closer to him and placed her hand on his cheek.  She directed him to look back at her and she licked her lips before leaning in to press a kiss against his lips.

After the surprise wore off he kissed her back.  Her lips parted against his and soon his tongue met hers.  His arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her body closer to his. Her nails lightly scrapped against the nape of his neck and she couldn’t help but smile against his lips when he released a quiet moan.  Their lips parted for air and when he was about to press his lips to hers again the sound of something crashing and breaking broke them apart.

The sounds of voices inside the party alerted them to the fact that they hadn’t been doing that good of a job keeping things under control.  Y/N stood up quickly and was about to head inside when Stiles reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her back to where he sat. He pulled her close, allowing her stand between his spread legs.  “Stiles,” she laughed, “come on we have to help Lydia.”

“But we’re so good at this,” he said, trying to pull her down to his lap.

“I know,” she said with a smile.  “But we’re being bad friends, Lydia needs our help.”

He groaned and tilted his head back before releasing her hand.  He stood up and walked with her into the kitchen once more.  They looked around the kitchen and saw a few broken wine glasses.  It looked like it had been someone’s brilliant idea to play wine pong with the fragile glass instead of the stack of red solo cups near the keg.  Wine and glass shards covered the kitchen counter and whoever had been responsible had left the scene.

“Tell me making out on the back deck doesn’t sound a lot better than cleaning this up,” he said, giving her a sidelong glance.

She bumped her hip against his.  “Let’s just say I owe you one,” she smirked at the look on his face before beginning to clean up the mess, hoping they could clear it all up before Lydia saw it.  Soon Stiles helped her mop up the mess and she smiled at him from across the counter.  Reality was always going to be there, but it was nice to know that Stiles was around to help her through it, and help distract her.

So this is just a short one but I hope you like it! Also guys… i ship Marrish so hard.  Like stydia will always be my otp but, Marrish…

Roleplayer Warning on WrA

So. I just got bitched at because someone thought I wasn’t taking his character seriously. But I never got an apology because my mental health wasn’t being taken seriously until I had put him on ignore. Cool. Drama and chat log below. He’s continuing to harass me even now. :> 

Update: Since people keep asking… I did ignore him. He got onto another account to whisper me again. I have both on ignore now. When I mean he was harassing me through it was he was spamming that football toy on me while I was trying to roleplay with someone else who wasn’t him after the fact. Can’t really block in-game actions through the ignore feature. :(

Update 2: And to clarify. Yes, he did apologize through a third party because I’d put both of his accounts on ignore. The reason I am not posting the apology logs is because I only post what happens between me and him. Because I don’t think it’s fair to include other people’s reactions. I’m still not comfortable talking with him directly.

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Oliver reliving the dream of Felicity asking him to stay.

Sometimes he does, and sometimes, he dies anyway. That is so heavy. Of all the dreams to keep having, he has the one where there’s a 50/50 chance he’ll get that happy ending with his happy ending. 

AND MY WINE KEG IS ALMOST EMPTY. SON OF A BITCH.