this is me trying to cheer myself up

I’ve been having some troubles these past few days, even months, I’ve gotten worse and worse since after my heart surgery.
I might as well get everything off my chest.

The reason I don’t eat or drink anymore is because of my father, who would always call me a fat pig just because I would want ‘more’ of something just because I haven’t eaten properly in quite a few days.
Because of the insults my father would inflict on me, I would lock myself in my room with my cat, Hassel, I would try to cheer myself up with childhood games via the N64. Lately, that hasn’t been going so well, over these past months I would rarely never go into the basement anymore, since that is where the computer is and my drawing supplies. I would never go there anymore knowing my dad is eyeing me from the couch, I could even hear him laughing under his breath if I made a simple mistake on it, I assumed it was an insult towards my ability, another reason why I feel insecure with my inability to draw something useful. Anyways, when I was born I didn’t exactly have a great childhood, my sister would always beat me if I messed something up or if I tried back talking her, I was practically a slave to her. I was forced to get her, for an example, a soda or a pillow even, she would use my fears against me so that I would practically fall to my knees at her will. I was so happy when she moved out. You might call it sibling bonding but I call it sibling torture. Back to my parents, my dad would always call me a disgrace to the family, that I should live to my full potential, which I never could since I never had the motivation, he would say that if I ever died he would shrug it off and that, as I quote, “We could always make a better one.” It really hurt me knowing my parents don’t even care.
Now that I have an apartment I still have to live here due to the fact I have to move everything.

Some people might say this is tedious and I agree, I don’t even know where I’m going with this, then again it is ranting.

Some people might even say that I don’t deserve a life, that I don’t deserve friends, that may be true as well, as far as I’m concerned @terminally-mysterious-capricious is basically my only true internet friend, so I think anyway…

I forgot where I was going with this so, I’ll just leave it here.

- My life may not be exciting, it may not be useful, but at least I have someone that cares about it.

Kissing tropes that are giving me life right now

- when A grabs the B’s face and says “please - please” before devouring B’s mouth without waiting for a response

-  pulling back just for a second to try to regain control before realizing they don’t want to be in control and diving back in

- person A missing the first time they lean in and just catching the corner of B’s mouth and waaaaaaaaaiting for B to come in and fix it

- tender eyelid and nose kisses before finally sealing the deal.

- that moment where the world just stops and A stares into B’s eyes and they know they shouldn’t, but they kiss anyway

- having to lean against each other when they pull back because the world is spinning and they just. cannot. breathe. yet.

- person A realizing that they were just kind of joking when they kissed B but then holy shit do they ever get sucked into it and when A finally pulls back they are absolutely stunned by B

- foreheads pressed into each others, sharing breath, until they dive back in for more because they thought they were done but they so were not.

- that ‘oh hell is this actually happening?’ moment before it actually happens.

- the desperate pant/groan of surrender when either party knows that they are sooooooo done

warm up ft. solangelo and the shirts piper buys for them. will is a massive fuckin’ dork and nico looks good in clothes that are not all black

5

hello, im back :) here’s a sketchdump! i drew these to cheer myself up, and also, I kinda miss aoba johsai a lot haha.

thank you all for the follows and the notes and the very kind words while I was away! they were so nice. i’m trying my best not to feel stressed, so I made this neat-o art requests page because drawing makes me happy. pls drop by! im taking art/comic requests during this weekend! :)

anonymous asked:

"You dont want me" ladynoir

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly. 

She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery. 

“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.” 

“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back. 

She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!” 

“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.” 

“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.” 

“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.” 

“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression. 

He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.” 

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg. 

“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.” 

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned. 

“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.” 

“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?” 

“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.” 

“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”  

“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!” 

“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.” 

“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”

“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.

“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” 
“Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.” 

He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.” 

“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?” 

“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.” 

“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly. 

“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?” 

“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.” 

“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” 
“Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.” 

Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.” 

“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.” 

“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly. 

“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good. 

“That is high praise indeed My Lady.” 

“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?” 

“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.” 

She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her. 

“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well. 

“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.” 

Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.” 

“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh. 

“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.” 

“And why is that Kitty?” 

“Well,” Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.” 

“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show. 

“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.” 

“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked. 

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.” 

“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.” 

“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it. 

“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.”
“And what’s that?” 

“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Her parent’s own a bakery.”  

Acceptance Speech

Summary: (Modern!AU) In which Bucky uses his time on stage at the Oscars to let the world in on a secret he’s been keeping for more than two years.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,217

A/N: Happiest of happy birthdays to my twin, @imaginingbucky . You are a queen and I adore you with every single ounce of my being. I know how much you love award shows, so I hope you enjoy this too.

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Bucky feels like a nervous teenager as he sits in the backseat of a stretch limousine, waiting to arrive at his destination. His hands are clammy, his heart is beating too quickly and he can’t stop tapping his foot on the floor. After six years in the acting business, he shouldn’t feel this way. He’s attended more than his fair share of award shows to know all kinds of techniques to keep any concerns at bay. Yet here he is trying his hardest not to hyperventilate and hold his water bottle without spilling it all over his expensive suit. He’d never hear the end of it from his stylist if he did.

“Looking forward to the show tonight?” Vision asks, momentarily catching Bucky’s gaze in the rear view mirror.

Bucky pulls at the collar of his shirt before shifting slightly. Usually this backseat offers him the comfort he needs, no matter how he’s feeling. Today he might as well be sitting on rocks. “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound it,” Viz observes, as he makes a right turn down a side street. He’s an expert at getting you where you need to go while also avoiding all of the LA traffic. “Is it because you’re up for ‘Best Actor in a Leading Role’?”

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locker room | reggie mantle (riverdale)

prompt: 80- “you are so tiny compared to me”

it was another long boring cheer practice and the squad had been kicked out of our gym and thrown out onto the football field to train with the football team.

it was one of the hottest days of the year and you had to spend the past hour dodging footballs and doing a bunch of different flips and learning cheryls impossible choreography.

you feel breathless doubling over trying to suck in a breathe feeling all types of heat stroke. you bring your head up waving down your red headed captain

“can we like take a break for 5 minutes?” you huff shielding your eyes from the sun.

she glances around at her team half the girls were already sitting on the ground trying to shield themselves from the scorching hot sun

“5 minutes and thats it” she yells out to the whole squad before walking all the way over to me extending a bottle to me “thanks red” i mumble taking a long swig

the siren rings loud indicating an end of a period and cheryl huffs sighing “lets go ladies practice is over” she yells turning and scowling at me

“oh c'mon your not mad at me right?” i ask jogging behind my best friend as she struts off the field whistling from the hormonal teenage boys behind us filling the field

“im not” she replies keeps her focus in front of her “cheryl?” i question stopping in my place only for her to walk off without me.

i groan rolling my eyes taking another long sip out of the icy water bottle when i feel a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist pulling me up

I squeal as the water squirts out of the bottle my feet leaving the grass. i thrash around in the strangers arms until im put down familiar giggles filling the air

“reggie you jerk you made me wet” i complain trying to wipe off the water that had spilt on my uniform as i walk next to my boyfriend

archie and chuck snicker a smile growing on my raven haired boyfriends face “baby girl i know i do, maybe you shouldn’t really be telling everyone” he teases

i roll my eyes pushing his chest “your such a child” i laugh glancing at the three boys sticking my tongue out and spraying them with my water bottle

they yell covering their faces chasing me across the field, i squeal running as fast as my feet carry me until I’m lifted up into the air more and more water pouring on top of me

“STOP!” i yell after they put me down i rush to reggie burying myself into his chest trying to protect myself, reggie getting soaked in the process

“ANDREWS! CLAYTON!” i hear coach clayton yell gainging the attention of the three jocks

they drop their bottles looking up at the older man “yes coach?” archie calls back guilt on his face

“maybe we should leave miss (y/l/n) alone so she can get to class, we’ll need her on the field cheering and not in detention”

i find myself giggling pushing my wet hair off my face “lets go” i laugh linking my hands with reggie pulling him toward the locker rooms

i remove my ponytail and let me hair run down my back before facing reggie as he strips off his uniform and changed back into regular clothes

“this was all i had to wear today” i sulk

he turns to me licking his lips as he stares at me “remind me to wet you more when your in your uniform?” he chuckles

furrowing my brows i look down to see that you can clearly see my black lacy bra now that’s the white cotton was drenched.

i playfully smack my boyfriends chest “can you give me something to wear?” i beg pouting, slipping on a pair of denim shorts and removing my white shirt

his eyes dart around the room pulling me into him by my waist “god (y/n) you can’t just strip off what is someone came in” he glances around the room eyes wide panic on his expression

i laugh standing up on my tippy toes and pulling reggie down to connect our lips “you worry too much mantle” he kisses back slipping his hands under my thighs to lift me up onto his waist

we continue to kiss gradually getting heated until the sound of a locker shutting brings us back to reality

reggie almost drops me still managing to keep my chest out of sight

“wow- andrews what are you doing in here” reggie starts pulling me behind him tugging a shirt over his head

“it’s the locker room reg- im just grabbing my stuff” he chuckles grabbing a fresh shirt before walking away for us laughing at the encounter

reggie turns around digging through his locker, you giggle your hands sliding up his chest “here” he mumbles handing me one of his shirts before dipping down and joining our lips

“reggie this is massive on me” i sulk letting the white t hang just above my knees, he turns and giggles at the sight of me.

i pout crossing my arms in front of my chest “regggg” i sulk dropping my bottom lip.

“im sorry baby girl” he pauses trying to hold back laughter “you are just so tiny compared to me”

he walks back over to you kissing the top of your head “maybe see if the girls have something for you? or you could tie it?” he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“okay bfg” you poke fun tucking the shirt into your high waisted shorts the raven haired boy puzzled at your statement.

“im a what now?” “a big friendly giant” he narrows his eyes before punching lifting me up into the air swinging me around

“thats it you asked for it”

and after what seemed like the longest tickle fight of your life you both emerge from the locker room hand in hand smiles evident on your faces as you look up to your boyfriend pulling his jacket closer around me body

you were reggies girl

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anonymous asked:

twittercom/subjonghyun/status/884191512233361408 Does Jonghyun really have depression??? And does his rib tattoo really mean that?

(depression / mental health cw) he does, yes. though he’s never directly been like: “i have depression” he’s never tried to hide it, and been pretty frank in sharing stories about his struggles with it. (he’s also done the same when discussing his anxiety and, of course, insomnia.) he started to open up more about it after he began working on blue night radio. below is a few (translated) quotations where he has mentioned it:

150825 - blue night radio: my mood is greatly affected by the season. i feel really thankful when people around me try to cheer me up, rather than to criticize me during those times. i’ve tended to get very depressed during autumn and winter since childhood. my mom would take care of me (back then) by making me my favorite foods rather than asking me what was wrong. (source)

160111 - blue night radio: sometimes, when i see myself angry, i realize that i don’t know myself that well. in my head i’m thinking: “i can hold this anger back.” my emotions change greatly other than just being happy or sad but also feeling angry or depressed. looking at myself changing from one mood to another or reaching one mood to an extreme, i realize that i don’t know myself that well. (source)

160614 - blue night radio: there are people who face feeling depression face-to-face while there are people who deny it and try to lighten up their mood again. for me, i just stay feeling depressed whenever i feel depressed. i don’t really mind being so either. i listen to gloomy music, have a lower body bath if i have the time or just stay stuck in my room. i do things that people might comment “it’s so pitiful~” on, but i think those sort of things comfort me (when i’m feeling depressed). (source)

plus he’s written songs where the lyrics candidly revolve around or allude to depression, such as: “elevator”, “let me out” and “우울시계 (a gloomy clock)” - which is also known as “depression clock”.

as for the tattoo on his ribs: the tweet you linked to mentioned that “i have a black dog” is a metaphor frequently used in discussion about depression. this is fact, and a well known one, at that. if you search the quote on google it’s the first result that comes up. there’s no way to know for sure unless jonghyun gives confirmation (which he likely won’t) but it wouldn’t be too surprising if the tattoo were related back to that given how open about the topic in the past.

The signs as things my friends as the signs have said
  • Aries: When the nut so good you come back to life.
  • Taurus: Anyways, we're doing horrible this season. So you're all uninvited from coming to my games.
  • Gemini: You guys can come and visit me. My stage name is Red Velvet. I'm the one wearing the assless chaps.
  • Cancer: Hell no. The only green I eat is green beans. Fuck off. Sometimes peas...
  • Leo: You wanna call yourself a freak but you wont eat ass?
  • Virgo: I'm making dinner that could feed a whole family. But it's just my fat ass.
  • Libra: I have licked a butthole before and I am not ashamed
  • Scorpio: So, I'm underneath this trailer, in the dirt, cheering Mr. Bear on while he's fighting this opossum... trying to defend me.
  • Sagittarius: I'd sop that boy up with a biscuit... bounce a quarter off that butt...
  • Capricorn: You see, I have this thing where I fucking hate myself but I think I'm better than everybody else.
  • Aquarius: And that's when my brain went, ding ding ding I hate her!
  • Pisces: Once you guys try dill dip you're gonna forget about daddies.
|| needy ||

{summary: i’ve never been so needy before in my life.}

A lot of readers want more fuckboi!peter parker, so here’s || absolutely || written in his pov 👅👅👅

im also gonna put this out there but cartel’s [[the perfect mistake]] is fuckboi!peter parker’s theme song ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @fandom-flash , @babeychocolatemai , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

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warnings: mentions of sexual content, explicit language & attempts at an attack

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Despite everything that’s being said about me (even if most of them are true), I genuinely did love Liz Allan, and she was honestly the first one I have ever been intimate with.

I met her on the academic decathlon team and recall joining it solely for the purpose of getting closer her, the team’s captain. I was in love with the waves of her dark hair and constantly imagined what her smooth, mocha skin would taste like against my lips.

When we started dating, it was like a dream come for me.

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S.COUPS interview in Seventeen Magazine!

“Reliable eldest & leader who brings them together”

1. How are you going to express your personality?

I try to present myself strongly, but in reality, I’m someone who’s easily moved to tears. Whenever the members cry, it makes me cry as well.

2. What is your role in the group?

Even if I have things that are troubling me,  I don’t sound things out and just work quietly.  I want to be like a father (to the members).

3. What is the time that makes you the happiest?

The time I’m up on stage. When we had concerts in Japan this February, Hoshi asked the crowd, “Please let us hear your voices!” and the cheers we got back were very memorable.

4. How do you spend your days off?

The other members go out (and do stuff), but I’m a person who has to sleep when I get the chance. (lol)

5. What’s your favorite daily clothing style?

I like wearing refreshing and cool accessories to give me an edge. I also go shopping with Mingyu to his recommended stores.

6. Charm point

If anything, I’m reliable. There are many times younger fans ask, “Can I call you Oppa?” and older fans think I look like a reliable person, which makes me happy. The people who rely on me are Jeonghan and Seungkwan. When they speak to me about their troubles, I give them honest answers.

7. What kind of kid were you in school?

I’m a mischievious person- I splash water on my friends who are sleeping with their heads on the table and run away quickly. I’m also close with my teachers, and I keep in contact with them even now.

8. A few words to ‘SEVENTEEN’ readers?

There are many things you can only experience while you’re a student, so I’d like (you all) to make lots of memories, and I’d be happy if Seventeen was one of them.

trans: もち 

pic cr: mi_1004J

I guessed wrong;

staceyiscold  requested:

Hi could I have an imagine please?? Where the reader and either Monty or zach are secret cuddle buddies (like friends with benefits but for cuddles) and the boy develops feelings and avoids the reader so she confront him at school in front of his friends who don’t even know they talk and then it ends kinda fluffy kinda sexy? Not smut just not too cheesy! Thanks!!

author’s note: Sorry this is kinda late? i was quite out of it and i really need to sleep now but i hope this is any good!! aaaaa I don’t know how sexy I could turn this into?? I hope my ~sadness~ didn’t get much in the way (mainly i hope i didn’t disappoint hahahahaahkjasjd) i hope you enjoy it! hope i didn’t mess anything up!!!! it’s also quite long but i feel like i tried to shorten it up a bit. a mess. i apologize. /also i was the only one to read it so if any english mistakes,, again,, i apologize/

Originally posted by knightlley

I entered the school, trying to keep my small self-cheering to myself and walking with a teeny smile on my face. I greeted the kids I know, some greeted me back some just nodded at my existence, but none of that really bothered me. No, nothing could possibly bother me lately.

I was happy, is it too cheesy to say that?

Recently it is felt as if teenagers can’t feel happy, only stress and worry on their minds. Occasionally depressed, but it is the youth, mood swings are totally acceptable, which is how adults completely ignore any kind of scream of help coming from their children. With all the pressure coming at us, whether it’s socially with all the high standards or it’s school, which has really not any kind of low standards and you have to want, not need, but want to achieve a full score on anything.

But out of all the odds, I was happy. After everything that has been going on, being a little selfish and having a dot of happiness is what I deserve.

I went on and passed down the halls, getting to my locker and opening it. I felt a presence behind me but I brushed it off since tons of kids are walking there, but turned around when someone coughed and touched my shoulder to get my attention.

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  • sirius, james, remus, and lily going to a muggle club one night
  • “we’re going to be in so much trouble” 
  • sirius rolling his eyes dramatically
  • “we’ve snuck out hundreds of times and no one’s ever noticed. I swear, dumbledore is watching us right now with a bag of popcorn.”
  • “don’t worry, evans, I won’t let anything happen to you” james winks
  • them getting shots at the bar
  • “here’s to my boyfriend, my secret lover, and my secret lover’s girlfriend. cheers, bitches!” sirius toasts
  • but it turns out, none of them have any experience whatsoever with muggle alcohol
  • so remus ends up being the one drinking too much
  • “re, babe, slow down there”
  • “sirius, I’m fine. trust me, I know how to handle myself” as he downs his fourth shot of the night
  • james unattractively snorting at that remark
  • lily ends up pulling james to the dance floor
  • him sloppily trying to keep up with her sexy moves
  • meanwhile remus had stripped off his jacket after a few drinks
  • and is showing off his tattoos on his biceps
  • after the fourth shot, he started whispering sweet nothings into sirius’s ear
  • and now he’s trying to convince sirius to dance with him
  • “pretty please, with a cherry on top? I’ll do anything for you tonight”
  • sirius jumping up at that drunken promise and literally
  • tango-ing remus to the dance floor
  • remus laughing his ass off because he’s a happy drunk
  • did I mention horny drunk, too?
  • he grabs sirius’s waist, pulls him in close, and starts grinding his hips into sirius’s
  • sirius’s eyes widen because remus is never this sexual in public
  • but he loves it when remus is dirty and he gives a half grin
  • remus’s eyes fall downward to his lips and leans in to touch their lips
  • they start kissing and remus is gasping and sirius wraps his arms around re’s neck
  • “now let’s go back so you can keep that promise of yours”