that drink though

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Totally a fuck co-workers here. If you're gonna drink the night before work, don't drink enough to get hungover. If you do, come in anyway. Don't call out because you're hungover.

Alcohol poisoning resulting in hospitalization is the only exception for calling out sick. And maybe puking on a customer or coworker. Still, though, drink in moderation and be safe. -Abby

(IBVS) Inexplicable

Man. Tricking you guys into thinking you know what’s going to happen in IBVS is so much fun.

Isaac didn’t like parties.

So why the hell was he at a party?

These thoughts were all that could occupy him as he stood in an outer room by himself sipping Diet Coke.

He didn’t even like Diet Coke. It didn’t taste like anything. Why did everyone like Diet Coke? He just saw it on the table earlier and thought maybe, just maybe, this time he could understand why people liked it. Yet, it failed him.

At least he wasn’t drinking beer, though, because it was there. Isaac hated the idea of drinking. There were too many risks that came with it, plus he despised feeling sick, so he avoided it. There was no way he was going to self-inflict a headache or nausea.

The party was being held at the house of some random popular girl. Drew wanted to go; he was invited by her. Oddly, Nevin didn’t show any signs of caring… he seemed distracted. After that, Drew just walked up to Isaac and was like, “Go with me!” And because everyone always did what Drew wanted, the ones inviting him didn’t really care either, and voila, Isaac was at a stupid party.

Isaac threw his drink in the trash, contemplating making his disappearance now. It wasn’t like anyone would notice, even Drew. He was probably too busy getting comfy with everyone else at the party.

The freckled teen stopped for a moment, briefly considering this. If Drew got really popular, and everyone liked him more than Edward, would he become the new king?

Isaac rolled his eyes. This sh#t wasn’t supposed to make sense.

He pushed the front door open, walking out into the surprisingly brisk, windy cold.

“Sh#t, why didn’t I bring a coat?” he mumbled. Just lovely. He would have to make the fifteen minute walk home in this dumb weather.

Maybe if he ran…

“If it isn’t the nerd,” he suddenly heard behind him.

Isaac internally growled in frustration.

So close to escape.

“What’re you doing at a cool kid party?” Edward asked, standing in the doorway, hands in the pockets of his red sports jacket he was seldom seen without.

“I got dragged along by DJ,” Isaac responded bitterly, rubbing his arms. “Literally just about to leave.”

“Ah yeah, this party does kind of suck, all things considered,” Ed said with a shrug, his somewhat snobby tone fading just a bit. “Freakin’ Dreamboy, though. Everyone is obsessed with him.”

“That’s because he’s a living rendition of a teddy bear. Maybe he’ll usurp your damn throne.”

“Hah. Like that would happen. He’d at least have to start playing football or basketball and start working out five days a week.”

“I dunno, small and cuddly kids are on the rise.” Isaac walked down the porch stairs. “Anyway, I’m going home. Good day.”

“It’s pretty cold out, isn’t it?” Ed asked.

“Yeah, and?”

“I’m thinking about leaving too. Why don’t I give you a ride home?”

Isaac stopped in his tracks.

“What,” he said.

“I mean, you could just walk home in the cold, that’s certainly an option…”

Isaac turned around, a skeptical look on his face. “All right, what do you want from me.”

“Nothing. I just don’t see why not,” Ed insisted.

Isaac was quiet for a few moments, thoroughly thinking it over. The car ride would only be five minutes or so.

In the end, there were more pros than cons, his childish personal feelings being the main motivator for him not wanting to.

“… fine. Where’s the car,” Isaac finally said.

“That’s it in the driveway,” Ed told him, jumping off the steps and running towards it.

Why would Edward be doing this?

The bastard. He was probably trying to get Isaac to lower his guard, give him some sense of security, or get something out of him later.

Wait, what if this was a trap? He was getting into Ed’s car–everything about that screamed bad idea. Just a few months ago, this would’ve meant something like getting left in the middle of no where, at best.

Isaac pulled the passenger door of the van open. Ed’s car was surprisingly clean. There wasn’t even anything on the seat.

Then again, Ed probably gave someone else a ride here and it was just still clean from…

“What are you doing? Get in,” Ed told him, already igniting the engine.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Isaac said, swinging in and closing the door. He glanced around the car, observing the interior. There wasn’t a whole lot to look at, save the planet-shaped charm hanging from the mirror and several papers and magazines in the dash. Isaac looked down at Ed’s car keys, which had a superhero keychain attached to it and, of course, a membership chip for the local gym.

Ed backed the car out of the driveway. He almost hit the mailbox in the process.

“Dude, can you even car?” Isaac asked.

“At least I have a license, unlike someone,” Ed grumbled under his breath.

“Tch. Fair.”

The majority of the car ride was awkwardly quiet. Surprisingly, neither of them said a word. Ed just drove, and Ink gazed out the window into the lamp-lit streets.

For some reason… Isaac was feeling a small, inexplicable nervousness. Some strange tightness in his chest.

He looked back over at Ed, who was just focusing on the road.

What if… he really was trying to be nice? What if he didn’t want something out of it? What if Isaac was just being unreasonable and immature for way too long?

It was interesting. Ed was almost bearable to be around when he wasn’t talking.


Before he realized it, the car pulled into the parking lot of the complex Isaac lived at.

“This is where you live, right?” Ed asked, looking over at him.

“Oh, uh… yeah,” Isaac replied, snapping out of his trance.

“What are you looking at, nerd?”

“Umm, you?” Isaac said rather matter-of-fact.

Ed looked away. “W-why. Is there something on my face?”

“No, just…” Isaac trailed off, not sure why he was still sitting there looking at Ed, who leaned onto the steering wheel. Isaac took his seatbelt off, still not able to tear his gaze away. “It’s nothing…”

Why did he feel so nervous?

Isaac reached for the car door, looking away.

“Um, Isaac…” Ed started, looking up from where his head was on the steering wheel. Isaac paused, glancing back at him.

Neither of them had any idea what to say. Ed slowly sat up, his and Isaac’s eyes locked. They both felt it. They had no idea what exactly it was they were feeling, but they felt it.

Suddenly, Ed’s hand rose to the side of Isaac’s head, and in an instant, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Isaac’s.

The smaller boy froze, completely still and eyes wide as they remained close enough that their foreheads touched.

Ed removed his hand and promptly turned away.

“… god, that was a mistake,” he said. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

“Error–” Isaac started, his senses finally catching up as he felt his face heating up. “Wait wait wait. Error.” He lifted a hand up to his own face. “Oh my god, Error.”

“Shut up, okay? I’m f#cking stupid. I know,” Ed grumbled.

“Hey. Edward Cullen. Look the hell at me,” Isaac said.

Ed looked back at him, shaking just a little bit.

“I’m gonna do something really f#cking stupid too,” Isaac said under his breath, quickly leaning in to kiss Ed. The other froze up in surprise, but soon began returning it, putting his hand behind Isaac’s head.

“This is such a bad idea,” Ed spoke.

“Everything about it…” Isaac replied.

They kept kissing, these thoughts becoming less important as it went on.

It was about one in the morning. Isaac stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

He reached over for his phone, squinting in the light from it. He noticed some concerned messages from Drew about his location from about an hour ago.

Isaac let out a sigh, replying with a simple “sorry, my phone was off. I went home early. wasn’t feeling great.”

He went over to his and Chris’s text conversation. The last text either of them had sent was three weeks ago…

Chris seemed so distant lately.

Sure, he’d been hanging out with Nevin, but nonetheless, it felt like he was just getting further and further away.

Isaac slowly started typing.

“hey Chris.”
“long time no text huh?”
“error and I kind of made out in his car. it was weird”
“whatever. you told me so…”

A ‘read’ notice appeared under it, but there were no signs of a response coming.

“are you there?”
“sorry, you’re probably too tired for this sh#t”

“good night”

six movies i’ll always watch

tagged by @slightlypsychicparade and i’m online for the first time like all day lmfao

  1. the lion king - bc it’s my original jam and fills my soul
  2. things we lost in the fire - this is more recent of one but this movie hits like every trope that i go for and is like a warm drink to me even though it is literally a movie about grief, it’s a solid depression movie to watch
  3. blade runner - my url should be enough explanation for this but 80s scifi noir completes me as a person
  4. tom at the farm - this applies to almost every xavier dolan film but this one is my main fave/go-to
  5. fantasia - fantasia chills me out and helps me focus and i love it bc i’m a sap
  6. grease - fuck y’all i love grease

idk how many ppl i was supposed to tag so i’ll just tag @ohtveit @czarrish @thehenryhiggs @davidlokis & if u wanna do it go for it

if you get this say 5 facts about yourself and pass it along to 10 of your favourite followers

I was tagged by @dyingsighs! (AGES ago, sorry love. <3)

  1. I manage to get through life without any caffeine whatsoever, mostly because it has zero effect on me. I don’t drink coffee (too bitter, though I have recently found some sweet mochas and cappucinos that I can tolerate) and, while I like tea, it’s not essential; soda likewise doesn’t have any physiological impact on my energy or mood. The Boy likes his tea, but also doesn’t drink coffee - so we are kind of the Weirdest People Ever in our grad schools. *g*

  2. I am very much the heat sink in our relationship. Come hither, warm people, so I can put my icy hands and feet on youuuuuu. 

  3. As mentioned in my previous post, I don’t collect whole artists’ worth of music - apart from classical music and soundtracks, my entire iPhone library is made up of individual songs picked up every once in a while over many years, which makes hitting shuffle an adventure. (Now playing: Shoot Down by The Prodigy. IDEK.)

  4. I hoard jackets and coats.

  5. I am currently obsessed with Milka’s ‘Confetti’ chocolate bars. It’s mini M&Ms INSIDE MILK CHOCOLATE. What delicious devilry is this?!?

Tagging whomever would like to do it!


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