Today I wrote the short imagine I wanted write yesterday. When this gets uploaded, I´m probably already four hours deep into gilmore girls and will stay away from tumblr until I´m done. I hope you enjoy this small, humorous little drabble.
Imagine trying to get Sam and Dean into the car when they are super drunk.
Paring: SamxReader, DeanxReader (friends)
Warnings: language, drunk!Sam and drunk!Dean, fluff
Length: 675 Words
it out!”, you shout-whispered as you watched the elder Winchester banging
against the door of the closed bar you and the Winchesters had spent most part
of the night in.
The boys had overdone it and were now fairly drunk, leaving you to babysit them.
It wasn´t fun, to say the least.
“But I want to keep going”, Dean whined now but to your utter release actually
stopped making all that noise.
“Yeah, me too. Let´s hit another bar”, Sam threw in his two cents.
You turned to him and shook your head: “Look at you. You can barely lean
against that fucking car without falling.”
Sam immediately started pouting: “That´s not true, look!”
He pushed himself off the hood of the Impala that had brought you here and of
course immediately stumbled and fell into the grass on the traffic island.
You rolled your eyes while Dean and Sam started laughing hysterically, Sam
rolling around on the ground like a lunatic.
“I´m too fucking sober for this”, you said quietly but the guys wouldn´t have
noticed anyways because they were still laughing.
“Okay, that´s it. I´m getting you home now. I´m not planning on letting you get
run over by a car”, you said and walked over to Sam, holding out your hand so
he could use it to get up.
But instead of doing just that, he quickly pulled at your hand and with a yelp
you landed on top of him.
“Sam, what the hell?”, you asked, as you tried to get up but failed, because he
was holding you down.
“You smell really good”, he offered.
You finally managed to get to your feet: “Yeah, well, you don´t. So please do
me a favor and get into the fucking car!”, you growled.
Right at that moment, two hands reached around your waist and before you knew
it, you were pulled into Dean´s chest: “You curse a lot today”, he said and
You had never heard Dean Winchester giggle before. It was ridiculous to say the
“That´s because you two nutjobs are driving me crazy”, you gave back, pulled
free from his embrace too, and opened the back door of the car in no time
before pulling at Dean´s hand and somehow managing to put him on the seat.
He was smiling now: “Thanks for taking care of us (Y/N).”
Despite the situation, you had to laugh at his honest and sweet tone: “Of
You left the door open but never out of
sight, as you walked over to Sam, who had magically managed to pull himself up
and was now half laying on the hood of the car.
“Common Sam, let´s get the two of you home”, you said nicely, trying to calm
everything down a bit, but Sam made a step back and shouted: “But I don´t want to go back, I wanna go live
in the forest.”
Even though you were tempted to let him do just that, you knew you had to help
him so you said: “Too bad, but I need you to get back in the car now.”
“Well, I guess our only option is to duel then”, he said and got into some
weird karate pose.
You sighed while Dean yelled from the car: “You have so many other options – you
just always pick that one.”
Asking yourself in what universe this exchange made sense, you just grabbed Sam
and dragged him to the back door of the car where you shoved him in and quickly
closed it before any of them could escape again.
You took a deep breath and for a minute just enjoyed the silence before walking
around the car and getting in the driver seat.
“Alright then, let´s go home”, you said, expecting more protest but only got
Irritated you looked back and found them both fast asleep.
You smiled and knew that no matter how annoying the guys were from time to
time, you would always take care of your two best friends.
“[I have] a propensity for self-loathing and the pleasure that comes with that. …Basically I’d been fairly drunk or high since I was fourteen. [Getting sober] was a tough life change, but I was dying. A lot of my energy was going in just to try and not have a complete meltdown in front of Al Pacino. Fear [and] desperation will, at times, allow you to do incredible things in the name of survival.
I created an environment for myself and a way of living that on the outside seemed incredibly gregarious and vivacious, and I was just…I was suffering from a spiritual malady for years, and I just indulged that, and it was sweet, ‘cause at times, to be in pain — if it’s self-perpetuated — can be sweet. You can feel very alive when you’re in pain. And I also know that, from another perspective, like when somebody in my life who I love has passed away, there is something incredibly internally vivacious about feeling pain or mourning, even if it is as egocentric and self-indulgent as mourning for yourself. So I’m glad I’m out of that cycle in my life.”
Request from @alone-in-madness : Shawn and you are in a party and end up talking, you were instantly atrackted to each other and probably falling in love and you kiss, the kiss is steamy, passionate like they were waiting an entire life to kiss each other. You can continue 💕🙌🤗😘
The music was loud enough for me to feel the rumble of the bass in my feet as I walked through the party in search of my friend, weaving through all the drunk neighbourhood kids that had come out that night. I was fairly drunk myself, feeling the fog clouding over my brain. Eventually I found my friend Laurel by the fireplace talking to someone who had their back turned to me.
“Have you been drinking enough water?” I said, interrupting whatever Laurel was saying to drunkenly make sure she was okay. Laurel turned to me and laughed in disbelief.
“Yeah, Y/N. Have you?” She asked. I engulfed her in a hug of relief.
“That’s so good to hear, Laurel. Also, um, probably not. I’m very drunk.” I replied. Laurel laughed, making me shrug nonchalantly.
“I can see that. Y/N, this is Shawn.” Laurel said, gesturing to the stranger she was talking to. I turned to him and had to blink a few times to register that the guy in front of me wasn’t just attractive because I was drunk, but because he was genuinely attractive. He half smiled and let out a small laugh.
“Hi, Y/N.” he said. My brows furrowed for a moment as I continued looking at him.
“You’re that singer guy, right? I knew you lived in town and everybody always talks about you but to be honest I don’t really listen to your music.” I said. Laurel and Shawn both laughed, and my eyes widened. “That sounded mean! I’m so sorry!” I cried, putting my hands on Shawn’s firm shoulders. He was warm and solid, and his laugh was light as he shook his head.
“You don’t have to listen to my music, it’s alright. Do you want some water, Y/N? Let’s go get you some, alright?” He said, ducking to look me in the eyes, glancing at Laurel for approval. He was so much taller than me, and his eyes were kind. Laurel laughed again and put her hand lightly on my shoulder.
“Thanks, Shawn. Let me know if she’s too much trouble. It was nice talking to you.” She said, brushing by into the crowd. Shawn raised his big hand in a wave, then guided me towards the kitchen with that hand expanded over the small of my back.
“You alright?” He asked as we got into the kitchen. It was significantly quieter, with only a few people. I nodded and smiled at Shawn, who returned the gesture, holding eye contact for a moment before moving to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and handing it to me. I thanked him and took a big sip of it, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand afterward and hiccuping. Shawn’s smile grew at the sound of my hiccups.
“What!” I protested, my laughter being interrupted by more hiccups. Shawn just laughed and leaned on the counter beside me, shaking his head.
“Your hiccups are really cute.” He said, grinning at me. His cheeks were flushed red, making me smile wider.
“You’re really cute.” I replied. The tips of his ears went red this time, and he looked away. I hoisted myself up on the countertop and took another sip of water. “What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be partying with Miley Cyrus or someone instead of us?” I asked. Shawn leaned on his side to face me, laughing.
“I’m friends with the guy who lives here. Also, I have yet to party with Miley Cyrus, for the record.” He replied. I hummed, unsatisfied with his answer.
“Pickering isn’t that big. Weird that I never met you before.” I said. Shawn smiled still.
“We’re meeting now. I guess it was bound to happen, right?” I returned the smile.
“Is it nice to be back?” I asked. Shawn laughed lightly at how my brain was switching topics so quickly.
“It is. I wish I could be back more often.” He admitted.
“You must miss it. You’re my age, aren’t you? 18?” I asked. Shawn nodded in response. “I couldn’t imagine being away all the time at 18. I’m still a kid.” I sighed, leaning my head back against the cupboard. Shawn laughed.
“So am I. I mean, I love everything about what I’m doing, but a lot of people forget that I’m only 18. I like being home and being able to act my age.” He replied. I smiled wider.
“Getting drunk at a house party and wooing some girl with the whole rockstar thing?” I laughed. Shawn blushed.
“I’m not trying to woo you with the whole rockstar thing.” He defended.
“I never said you were trying to, but you are anyway. Come on, regular teenager, let’s go dance.” I said, hopping off the counter and grabbing his hand. I could hear Shawn laughing over my shoulder as I lead him to the living room where people were dancing. His laugh was airy, boyish, child-like, and it made me feel fuzzy for a reason that wasn’t the alcohol in me.
Shawn and I danced for what could’ve been forever, but I don’t think Shawn nor I were aware of the passing of time. We were just having pure, unadulterated fun. His dance moves were hilarious and awful, so I tried to teach him a few but he failed miserably. It just made it more endearing. We seemed to keep getting closer and closer, like the reeling in of a tether, until his fingers dug into my waist and my body pressed against his. He smelled warm yet fresh, and enticing. I could feel his breath on my neck. I wanted to get closer.
Eventually, needing room to breathe, Shawn led me out the back door to the patio. With the door closed behind us and nobody in the backyard because of the cool April night, things were quiet. The music was muffled behind us. The sky stretched above us. Our lungs filled with fresh, cold air that left in plumes floating to the dark.
“It’s so peaceful.” I whispered, feeling the need to break the quiet as little as I could. Shawn smiled at me, and I returned it before closing my eyes, focusing on the breeze against my cheeks. I only opened them again when I felt Shawn’s hand interlace my own timidly. He smiled shyly when I caught his eye, and held his gaze. “Did we really just meet a few hours ago?”
Shawn smiled. “I think so. It feels differently though.” He replied just as quietly.
“Maybe we knew each other in a past life.” I mused, making Shawn laugh lightly.
“That would make sense.” He said, pausing. “I’ve always thought I was a deer in my past life.”
I smiled. “I always thought I was a doe.” Shawn laughed airily, close enough for my to feel it. His hand played delicately with mine.
“That would make sense too.” He whispered, his nose brushing mine. My senses were overwhelmed by him, my only focus being on his lips and his breathing.
I was the one to close the distance and meet his lips. His lips pressed to mine in one long kiss before he pulled away and moved his hands to my waist and pulled me against him, my hands instinctively resting on his chest as we kissed again, our mouths open. My hands roamed up to the back of his neck where I threaded my fingers in his hair. I tugged gently and got a breathy moan from Shawn, making me smile into the kiss. My smile made Shawn smile, and he turned us so I was pressed against the bannister of the porch. His lips moved to behind my ear and then down, sucking hickies above my collar bone and raising small noises from me. He smiled against my neck and moved back to my lips, hand sliding down to cup my bottom.
“Y/N?” He breathed against my lips. I hummed in response, too engulfed in his taste to focus on the fact that he was trying to say something to me. “I- have a- confession.” He said between kisses. I pulled away in confusion and searched his eyes.
“What is it?” I asked. Shawn’s swollen lips spread into a grin.
“I may have been trying to woo you with the whole rockstar thing. Just a little bit.” He admitted. I laughed and kissed him again.
joly buying souvenir christmas baubles everywhere he goes
joly having the biggest collection of cheesy christmas movies
joly mixing practically deadly christmas drinks insisting that they’re great cures for colds
jbm taking ridiculous selfies in the snow (bossuet has fallen over like five times and has a black eye) (chetta is wearing the earmuffs joly bought her and she complained but she actually loves them and she looks adorable)
feuilly always makes things for his friends’ presents and throughout winter joly is frequently seen covered in a mountain of hand knitted hats and scarfs and gloves to stay warm (and also because he loves them and feuilly always picks lovely colours) (he also wears nothing but the awful christmas jumpers jehan has bought him over the years)
his hands are always so fucking cold how is this possible
being determined to find ways to make his friends enjoy christmas even if they think it’s a capitalist mess or that it always ends up with the family getting drunk and arguing
Spencer Reid was totally hammered. It was a rare occurrence, like seeing Hotch smile. The BAU was out celebrating a successful case. It was a child abduction case, but all of the children had been found alive and unharmed, and the unsub had been arrested and put away for life. These kinds of happy endings were rare, and sometimes, they warranted celebrating.
You had just been transferred to the BAU, and this past case was only your fifth. The team had been extremely welcoming, and they already felt like family. Although, you’d been having some decidedly non-familial feelings towards a certain messy-haired doctor.
You and Reid sat in a booth, both of you fairly drunk. You were nowhere near as out of it as Reid though. You had always known you were a giggly drunk, but Spencer was so hyper you weren’t even sure it was him. He was talking at a speed your inhibited ears could barely register, and you were only picking up half of what he was saying. You rubbed your eyes, unknowingly smearing makeup across your face. You concentrated on Spencer’s words.
“-and Derek was naked and so were Hotch and Prentiss and you were there but I can’t remember if you were naked. If the others were naked you had to be naked-” Spencer rambled. You stared at him incredulously.
“Wh-Why does anyone have to be naked?!” You interjected, a little too loudly. The rest of the team turned their attention to the two youngest agents.
“I’m not sure I wanna know what that conversation is about.” Morgan commented. Prentiss took a much-too-large sip of wine.
Spencer stared at you across the bar table, silent for the first time in what he assumed was at least an hour.
“Your face is really red.” He stated calmly. You grinned.
“Yours is too.” Reid lifted a hand to his face and felt his cheeks. They were 6 degrees hotter than normal.
I usually hate alcohol. Like, I hate it and I never wanted to drink. But I would love to get drunk with you. You seem so fun and amazing, and really fun and silly when you are drunk. You are so cute. My tiny, smol gay heart can not take it.
omg i didn’t see this last night but my heart is just !!>!??!?! i love u omg aha i am such an annoying drunk because i never shut up and i only get louder but tbh u don’t have to drink to have a good time <3 but if we ever met i’m sure we’d have a great time lol
So I’m out at the local gay bar last night for Drag Nation (BOB the Drag Queen, y’all) with my bestie/fellow SB and we’re chatting with a straight closet drag queen. Talking about hair or something and my fairly drunk ass complains that I’m growing my hair out this summer because it’ll help me make money. And to preempt the confused stare, I just say, “I date older men for money” because I’m in the community space where I do me with no shame. It’s not like a closet queen is going to out me.
And he says, “I’m an older man, would you date me?” “Well, I’m a sugar baby,” and I explain that it’s not cheap. I’d hang out for free with his as a friend if I could afford it. But he owns a company in a nearby city, actually does very well for himself. Doesn’t have a problem at all with giving a pretty girl something to make her life easier. He has trouble with women and dating because when he finally tells them (for the sake of honesty in the relationship) that he occasionally likes to wear makeup and dress up like a woman, they call him a fairy and never speak to him again.
But I already know his secret life, it can’t surprise me. And I don’t care about any of that shit, especially if I’m getting paid. And an SD who wants to dress me up in pretty clothes and things because he loves them but doesn’t have enough of a reason to get them for himself is just fine with me. He loves to buy and wear high-end makeup, wants to go shopping together in MAC and Sephora. He’d actually love to go shopping because he knows about cosmetics and fashion. He thinks I’m beautiful and that we have so many things in common, would love to discuss with me what being an SD entails. Today he can’t wait to hang with me and my girl again.
And that’s how we accidentally made a POT out of a straight businessman who does closet drag at a gay club. Who’s actually a worthwhile person, as well. Weird world.
Last night was eventful and slightly worrying, I won’t go into too much detail but myself being irresponsible by drinking and being around other fairly irresponsible drunk people just had me in a situation I could have avoided if I had stayed sober. I put my stitches at risk of infection or tearing (v low risk but obviously when you’re drunk you get paranoid and panicky) so I called up 111 and they advised me to go to A&E, my friend came with me and after a nurse looked at everything, she told me I didn’t have much to worry about and that I should just wash the area when I got home.
I feel a bit stupid about the whole thing, I shouldn’t have drunk and I feel like I could have avoided it, but at the same time, I’m 21, it was a special occasion, I’ve been so careful for 2+ weeks and sometimes life just doesn’t stop for you when you’ve had surgery, these are all things to take into account. I can’t change what happened but I can learn from it so here are some lessons to avoid doing what i did:
try to avoid going to hectic social events if possible until you’re allowed to exercise.
if you’re gunna drink, don’t mix your drinks, drink low percentage drinks or drink lots of water in between each alcoholic drink - also keep eating lots.
stay around friends who know what your limits are, no matter how bad you want to leave them.
if you do end up leaving them, try not to end up somewhere alone with someone you are/ want to be sexually active with.
if you end up gettin heated with someone else, try to keep your pants on
if your pants come off, and you end up having sex, don’t let anyone cum in you!!!!!! Try to drink loads of water and pee as much as possible.
If you’ve got the get go for like cleaning it, pour some clean water over yourself and dab it dry with gauze.
If you’re worried, call 111 after and let them know whats happened, they’ll probably tell you to go to a+e anyway, but it’s worth calling in advance.
The Unstoppable Force and the Sometimes Movable Object, chapter 30
whoops, forgot to post to Tumblr last night!
enjoy the weirdest, fluffiest conversation about infidelity ever. plus cuddles, and Matteusz.
Quill finds that having a sleepy, drunk Kalei cuddled into her is actually fairly comfortable, and she lets herself close her eyes and rest for the first time in far too long. (The hibernation doesn’t count because it’s weird and pregnancy related.)
Naturally, this is how Matteusz finds them when he pokes his head in a while later.
“Oh, sorry,” he says, but there’s a small smile on his face. “I was just going to the shops - there is no food in the house. Charlie is no good at this, it seems.”
“No, I’m the one that buys everything, or you, this isn’t news,” Quill says, frowning at him.
“Is there anything specific you are wanting?”
“Chocolate. Lots of chocolate. And whatever you use to make pancakes, she might feel better if she makes those, or if one of us - and by us I mean you - were to make some. And make sure our coffee stock-”
“There is enough coffee in this house, still, to last through zombie apocalypse, Miss Quill. It will be okay.”
“I don’t have time for a zombie apocalypse right now. There’s a cute maths teacher asleep on me.” Although, now that he mentions it, chainsaws are now a distinct and appealing possibility -
“Is very cute,” Matteusz says with a grin.
“Alright, a very cute maths teacher,” Quill corrects, rolling her eyes and making Matteusz laugh.
“I was meaning you. Both of you. But that works too.”
“Oh,” Quill says with a frown. She’s not sure how she feels about being called cute, even if it’s a description she’s sharing.
Cal blinked, once, slow, and dared to open his eyes. He was fairly certain he was still drunk out of his mind. His knees had begun to ache, swallowed up by the rain-sodden ground.
The man before him glowed impossibly bright, radiant as the sun. The world around them burned white-hot. Somewhere in the back of his mind Cal wondered if the future had suddenly come.
Cal wanted to ask the man his name, but his tongue felt too heavy in his mouth and his lips refused to move. All that came out was a whimper, inaudible above the deafening rush in his ears.
“Cal Roberts,” the man’s voice boomed, an echo among the cage of trees. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time.”
It was only then that Cal noticed the stranger’s eyes. Neither of them blinked. The man knelt and and took Cal’s hands in his own. His fingers were like flames, his touch burning bone-deep though Cal felt no pain.
“I’ve waited so very long for this moment, but I think you’re finally ready,” he said. “Come with me. There’s something wonderful I’d like to show you.”
Er, I might get a little…looser…than normal. Thankfully someone usually restrains me from doing anything too stupid–although I have come home with a number of phone numbers before.
(Note: Germany!mun doesn’t drink, but has a nifty prop)
I get Emotional when drunk, thro it takes ALOT or beer for me to actualy get to this point.
I can hold my liquor fairly well, so it takes quite a bit to get me drunk but once I am… oh boy…When I start to get flirty is a good time to cut me off.
I don’t get drunk easily…But when I do…Well, I get into fights….
I’ve been told I get very emotional and depressing whenever I’m drunk? Considering I invented vodka, though, it would take alot to actually get me drunk, so I don’t usually have to worry about it.
I don’t really drink to get drunk, but even when I do I just tend to get quite philosophical. After all, I come up with my best ideas when I have some wine in me!
I tend to well.. get confused of everything, shocked by simple things but still quiet and sometimes staring off into walls.. not much of a drinker though.. meh.
I don’t get drunk that easily. I have drinking contests with my brother and I can usually last a pretty long time. But when I do drink enough to get to that point, I’m loud and obnoxious, or so people say.
Read through the DKMU godform guide and spent most of the day working on an Ellis piece in my art journal. Debated performing the Call but eventually decided that I hadn’t properly prepared and that I wasn’t in the correct mindset. Also I was fairly drunk and thought it would be better to wait until I sobered up. In the evening, I chatted with @kab-niel about her first attempt at the call while making a 7 day candle dedicated to Ellis. In addition to the sigil, the candle was drilled and filled with divination oil. In the process, I accidentally got the oil all over my hands.
 drink: Milk from my cereal :P  phone call: My sister  text message: Some OKcupid dude that I am already over.  song you listened to: Roses (feat. ROZES) The Chainsmokers  time you cried: idk, like a week ago when I watched Moonlight? Though I’ve teared up over Malec since then
HAVE YOU EVER…
 dated someone twice: Nope  been cheated on: Not really.  kissed someone and regretted it: Yep  lost someone special: You’re very lucky if you haven’t? But yes I have  been depressed: Yes. I’m on anti-depressants that have been working fairly well.  gotten drunk and thrown up: Nah, son
LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:  teal  lavender  that dark red rose color
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…  made new friends: Yes!  fallen out of love: Haven’t been in love  laughed until you cried: Idk, maybe not  found out someone was talking about you: Only in a good way?  met someone who changed you: Idk, maybe subtly, and usually for the better  found out who your true friends are: Yes, definitely.  kissed someone on your facebook list: Yes.
GENERAL…  how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life: None :/  do you have any pets: My parents do and I consider those mine too.  do you want to change your name: Nah.  what did you do for your last birthday: Went out to dinner, dessert, and a movie with my little sis  what time did you wake up: Noon.  what were you doing at midnight last night: Playing a bit of Skyrim  name something you cannot wait for: JUNE 5TH!!!  when was the last time you saw your mother: August 26th, 2016, hasdkj. I’m seeing her in a few days tho.  what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I’d give myself more drive to go out and do the things I need to do. Instead of like… procrastinating on tumblr >.>  what are you listening to right now: Pandora, currently a Selena Gomez song  have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yes, several. RN there is a regular at my job who has that name.  something that is getting on your nerves: IDK. Online dating? Or not actually dating because I cannot be fucking bothered to go out tbh?  elementary: Home schooled  high school: Home schooled, GED.  college: a bit of Portland Community College and University of Idaho. No degree though.  hair colour: some sort of shade of blonde, currently with some purple in it  long or short hair: It passes by shoulders by a few inches  do you have a crush on someone: Nah.  what do you like about yourself?: Mehhh.. I currently like my body a fair amount which is rare, and I like my growing ability to make people laugh. Who knew under all the social anxiety there was so much sass and sarcasm? (but in a way people know I’m joking because I would honestly feel so bad if anyone took me seriously)  piercings: No  blood type: TBH I can’t even remember.  nickname: Jess  relationship status: single  zodiac sign: Pisces  pronouns: she/her  fav tv show: There’s a lot of good ones… I think B99 is the only unproblematic fav, but I do love Shadowhunters, even though some of the flaws can be painful.  tattoos: Not atm.  right or left handed: right handed
FIRST…  surgery: I was eight and my appendix burst  piercing: my ears when I was like… 12 or so?  best friend: a girl named Heather who definitely helped corrupt me  sport: Anything I did was casual and not remotely regimented. Just kids playing.  vacation: Probably to the beach, though the first long one would be going to visit my grandparents in a different state.  pair of trainers: Fuck if I know
RIGHT NOW…  eating: Nothing  drinking: Nothing  i’m about to: Keep wasting time, or maybe actually make myself get up and go out… idk. D:  listening to: Nothing atm  waiting for: my lazy ass  want: Republicans to fucking think of someone but themselves for a change. The distribution of wealth.  get married: what????  career: CURRENT career? Barista
WHICH IS BETTER…  hugs or kisses: hugs  lips or eyes: eyes  shorter or taller: (ideally) taller  older or younger: idk  romantic or spontaneous: both  nice arms or nice stomach: I guess arms?  sensitive or loud: Both  hook up or relationship: relationship  troublemaker or hesitant: somewhere in the middle lol
HAVE YOU EVER…  kissed a stranger? Not a TOTAL stranger  drank hard liquor? Yes and ew  lost glasses/contact lenses? I am sure I’ve lost a contact or two. Glasses are much harder to lose  turned someone down: Yeah  sex on first date? Yeah :(  broken someone’s heart? Yes.  had your own heart broken? A few times.  been arrested? Definitely not.  cried when someone died? Yes  fallen for a friend: Too many times.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN…  yourself? To a degree  miracles? Not really.  love at first sight? Not really.  santa claus? No  kiss on the first date? If you want to, why not  angels? Not really.
OTHER…  current best friend’s name: April + Cat  eye colour: blue-gray  favourite movie: I hate this question! Either The Fall (2006), A Single Man, or Moonlight
“Tonight, I’m gonna have myself a good time! I feel alive!” Brooke yelled, dancing after having a couple of drinks. She’d come to this party about thirty minutes ago, and she was already fairly drunk. Lightweight.