no wine for you!!

2015 Château de Saint-Cosmé Côtes du Rhône

Crooning to my bottle of CdR in the garden. Because that’s how I roll. Dark fruits, dark olives, and plums on the nose. Dark cherries with a hint of olive tapenade on the palate. Nice acidity. Simple and straightforward - kinda like the region-specific but unnamed wines you’d get in a cheap bistro in France. 

3/5 bones

$

Syrah

13.5 - 14.5% abv

Côtes du Rhône, FRANCE

at lemonworld (the restaurant chain based off of the national’s discography) the waiters just pour white wine on you randomly without warning and then kick you in the dick

sommeliersims replied to your photoset “Have some postcards because I can.  Before I left Monday morning I…”

There is a guy in a tub showing nipples. MAN NIPPLES! Doesn’t get anymore sensitive than that. I may have to drink some wine to numb me from the shock of seeing these MAN NIPPLES!

Also, I hope you brought enough wine for the rest of the most-likely super sensitive audience, ma’am.  xD

anonymous asked:

I thought you were already in Prompto hell. What gives?

*wakes up for work and looks at all my drunk ass ridiculousness from last night* … *sighs*

Why am I like this. This may be worse than drunk texting. How did I not lose any followers from that??

Anyway… *clears throat*

It’s true that I would bang all the Chocobros, hands down. BUT… being in their hell is like a different experience. That means it’s no longer in my control, and I’m liable to squeak and fall over about anything concerning them. Ignis hell is eternal. Gladio hell snuck up on me and I’m still mad about that. King Daddy hell runs almost as deep as Ignis hell some days… but I got control over my feels for Prompto. He doesn’t sneak up and sucker punch me in the ovaries like the others.

Yet.

BUT I STG IF I GET ANOTHER ANON LIKE THIS:

Hypaa…don’t you like me? I want to make you happy. You’re so beautiful and I love to watch you squirm and writhe as you moan while you think of me. I can do things that Gladio and Specs can’t. I have a body that is yours for the taking. I won’t stop until all you can do is breathe. Please let me love you. Let me help you feel good. I just want to lick and suck that clit til all you can do is scream my name. Come to me Hypaa..you know you want to. -Your sinamon roll Prompto

GUILT TRIPPIN FREAK NASTAY PROMPTO WITH HIS SCORPIO ASS! *shifts uncomfortably at the edge of Prompto hell*

What… uh… *coughs* what kind of, ah… things can you do that Gladio and Ignis can’t? Are we talking about their combined lethality or individual prowess? Asking… for a friend.

Anything || Joe Sugg Imagine

A/N – IM BACK! Honestly, I am a little rusty because I haven’t written anything in over a week hahaha. Also, I know this is short I’m sorry. Love you all x

- E x


— Y/N’s POV —

“Yeah I loved our third date the most I think.” He says to you, as you both sit on the floor of the empty living room where both of you lived but packed everything up.

“Because that was the first time I came back here, and we just sat and talked all night with a bottle of wine after dinner.” You say, as you both lean with backs against the sofa, your head leaning gently on his shoulder, both staring at a whole lot of nothing here your belongings used to be.

“Yeah it was. I think that was the day I realised that this was actually something – like it wasn’t just a bunch of dates anymore.” He whispers, one of his large hands lifting to run through your hair gently.

You and Joe were moving into a bigger house, this wasn’t big enough for what was going on anymore. After living in this house for almost three years, after being together five and married for one, it was time to move on. It held a lot of memories for you both – memories of date nights, parties with your friends, lazy days and movie nights in…

The time you conceived your soon-to-be daughter.

“Me too. Both of us were ready then, to make this an ongoing thing. To think that was already almost five years ago.” You say back, lifting your head slightly to nuzzle it in the crook of his neck. He was always so soft with you, he would never hurt you – you felt so safe around him.

“Yeah, and to think that in just a couple months we will have a family – complete with a baby girl.” You say, looking down to your ever-growing stomach. In there, is your little one. The one that will give you chills just like Joe every time you touch, that will make your heart skip a beat when those small eyes drift into a pit of sleep.

You and Joe had talked about a family a lot; you had talked about whether starting a family so soon was the best option. It was, because you both wanted to be able to hold a small human in your arms, can feel closer as a couple because you had a little one to protect with your life.

Both of you knew that having a small girl would make your hearts fuller and fill the void you both felt in married life – having her around would make you both a lot happier. Having the ability to hold her small hands, to be able to hold her as she drops off to sleep, hearing her little augh when you play with her, watching her grow up and being able to see who she develops into.

All of that was what made you most excited to be starting a family with Joe.
“Can you imagine what she’ll be like with you raising her?” You laugh, as he looks down at you with his ocean blue eyes, that somehow manage to pull you in every time.

“Oi, what you saying? She’s gonna be the best lady ever.” He says confidently, his joking side showing through again and making you smile.

“She will Joe, She will. I’m excited, I mean look at all of this. Where we have lived for so many years, and now everything is packed up.” You whisper, feeling the tears brim at the bottom of your eyes as you push them down as best you can, and motioning towards all the boxes sat around the room.

“It is, all of it. But when you think about it, all of us under one roof is going to be amazing. And I’ll do anything for both of you. Anything.” He says lightly, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you.” You say, your heart feeling full.

“I love you too, Both of you.” He says, his hand reaching down to lay gently on your stomach where the rest of your life is.

BIRTHDAY GIRL!

Woohoo! It’s my birthday today and I just want to say thank you for being a wonderful fandom and such lovely friends who I’ve made on the way. I’ll be relaxing and watching the whole series/collection of Poldark to enjoy the day with as much wine as possible 😂😓 Thank you to my followers, to the poldark fandom and to my close friends on here. I love you @mokacoconut Will be active on my blogs after my birthday! Much love to you all! 💝🌹

Woods or fields; moon or stars; trains or ships; early mornings or late nights; autumn or summer; Victorian or classicism architecture; wine or champagne; mountains or beaches; velvet or silk; roses or lavender; paintings or sculptures?

so I was talking with @gitwrecked about the Space Dad mentality and how rare it is that Shiro gets to have fun like the other Paladins do. A lot of fic and art either assume Shiro’s the responsible character, or leave him out completely while all the Paladins are having fun - and that’s always bugged me, a bit. Shiro so rarely gets a chance to play those games, or make mistakes, or be smol, or be taken care of in any way. In fandom, Shiro’s almost always the Responsible One, whether that’s in charge of the team, assisting with the team’s personal affairs/relationship woes Via the giving of Dad Advice, etc. etc. Even the mentality that back at the Garrison Shiro must’ve been tight-laced, Perfect, and Always Responsible is just…it doesn’t make sense, to me. Considering everything he’s been through, can’t our Shiro be allowed some fun?

Shiro would’ve been a COMPLETE troublemaker back at the Garrison. Hardworking and dedicated, sure, but once he proved himself and climbed up the ranks, so to speak? Kid could get away with ANYTHING. Nobody can keep a straight face quite like Shiro. Nobody knows why there’s always one particular flight-bike returned with just a bit less fuel than the others, nope, no sir. No, nobody knows how the doors to the hangars were left unlocked and a trio of cows slipped in last night. Nope, definitely not. Shirogane? Nope, definitely not involved. What kind of person would think that of Innocent, Responsible Shiro?

Shiro gets away with a lot of stuff like this. Matt only eggs him on, the little troublemaker. The two of them would make SUCH a pair, wreaking havoc, always messing things up, and the worst part is Iverson can NEVER PROVE IT. If Matt has even half the hacking skills of Pidge? Nothing would be safe. The rosters? Weird how Shiro and Matt are always in the same classes. Any type of list? Funny that the mess hall’s serving chocolate cake for dinner for the fourth night in a row, how odd. The simulators? 

Dear lord, the simulators.

Fake missions. Weird Easter Eggs left behind in mission logs, so the freshmen are running these simulations and that’s definitely a duck that just flew past us, sir, how is a duck faster than this ship? Weird loopholes, one set of canyons that definitely loops you back to the beginning just after you exit. Missions with heavy-loss scenarios that light up at the end with a huge message saying APRIL FOOL’S. Just messing with everyone.

[Iverson: WHO LET HOLT INTO THE SIMULATOR PROGRAMMING?
Matt, deadpan, as the newbies running the simulation have to fly through a series of caves in a mountain that looks suspiciously like a nose (only access point is through the nostril): It’s my computer programming final, sir. 
Iverson, who didn’t check all the course syllabi: Shirogane, is this true?
Shiro, without batting an eye: Yes sir.]

In addition to the ability to lie their way out of every inquisition, Matt and Shiro are pretty clever at this. They don’t have to lie often because they don’t get caught. They’re extremely cautious, planning tricks weeks or months in advance, well worth taking the time to pull it off well and cover our tracks than it is to get caught and give up the whole game. (I’m not saying they were Weasleys of the Garrison, but.) 

I wonder if this is also one of the reasons Lance looks up to Shiro so much. Picture one night a very young and impressionable Lance sneaking out of his dorm after hours, trying to get a level up by gaining just one extra peek at the simulators (poor bab wants so badly to be fighter class), and in so doing caught the rarest of rare events: Shiro, sneaking out of the simulator programming room.

And Lance doesn’t mean to, but he stumbles right into a trashcan and makes a huge clatter and Shiro’s head whips up and the two of them just stare at each other. Lance’s heart is going a mile a minute, he’s going to get in trouble, that’s Takashi Shirogane, the straight-A Perfect Responsible Top Of His Class Pilot - 

Shiro draws breath. Lance winces, waiting for the reprimand.

“Can you keep a secret?” Shiro asks, and winks.

“Uh,” stutters Lance, floored.

And then the next day Lance is watching the simulator runs with his class, but for whatever reason the Simulator’s infected with some sort of weird bug. Anytime anyone fails at any part of the program the screen rains down confetti on them. Forgot to buckle your seatbelt? CONFETTI. Effed up that landing? CONFETTI. Turning to hurl into the main gearbox- 

“Shirogane,” Iverson growls, “Did you program this run?”

“Must be a glitch, sir,” Shiro says, completely straight-faced.

And Lance is a goner.