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NurseyWeek Prompt #3 - Challenge.


“Oh, it is fucking on, bros,” Lardo shouts over the incessant thumping of the bass. “You two are going to get obliterated.” She points an emphatic finger at Ransom and Holster, who stand shoulder to shoulder on the other side of the beer pong table. Holster cups his hand over his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully, and side-eyes Ransom.

“She shouldn’t be able to say words like ‘obliterated’ three cups of tub juice in,” he says. Ransom is just beginning to nod in agreement when he’s beaned smack in the middle of his forehead with a ping pong ball. Holster gets hit in the same spot half a second later, sending both of them reeling back, spluttering.

“You know, I figured four years was enough time for the two of you to learn not to underestimate my abilities,” Lardo says, tossing another ping pong ball up in the air. She cocks an eyebrow and catches the ball, meeting their gazes. “My mistake. Clearly, you need another lesson.”

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Future Kid-verse: [Nursey] [Caitlin] [Chowder] [Jack] [Bitty] [Lardo] [Shitty[Dex]

The one where they all have kids.  Prompted by this headcanon.

College versions

i had a flashback to the above exchange after reading the most recent tweets-

fuckin mr planned out practical and concise boy whiskey vs “uhhhhh idk sure ok sounds fun” tango

like whiskeys just “im gonna do things This Way Specifically because that is The Most Sensible and Works”

tango: im gonna wing it

whiskey: [short circuits] [cannot Deal w/tango’s casual approach to life] [steals last of the pie]

also bitty with the relatable content-

Robert didn’t turn to Rebecca
Robert didn’t turn to drink
Robert didn’t turn to self pity
Robert didn’t turn to manipulation
He went to find Aaron’s best friends so they could look after his husband


Aaron didn’t turn to self harm
Aaron didn’t go to scream at the bridge
Aaron didn’t end up on the edge of a quarry.
Aaron didn’t turn to drink
Aaron didn’t turn to beating somebody up.
He went to his counsellor and then came home to his husband to talk it through

WHAT TYPE OF LESBIAN YOU ARE BASED ON UR FAVE ALCOHOL

Beer Lesbian – Butch Dad. Always down for drinking games. Probably watches  football and loves the fuck out of it un-ironically. Wanted to play the drums in middle school.

Wine Lesbian – Would rather guzzle wine while watching jeopardy with her cat than go to a bar. Makes well thought out Harry Potter fan theories. Has a crush on Meryl Streep. 

Vodka Lesbian – Everyone’s favorite Pillow Queen. Gets drunk way too easily to be ripping shots but does it anyways. Always a hot mess. Complains about being straight passing. 

Gin Lesbian – Lesbian you find sitting alone listening to live music. Next level cool. Probably has more plants in her apartment than hairs in her head. Loves christmas. 

Tequila Lesbian – Best dancer of all other lesbians. Never predictable, and always a lil’ mysterious. Loves blind dates. Hates being talked over. 

Whiskey Lesbian – 100% BABE. Intimidates your dad. 

latino smh headcanons
  •  latino nursey is very quiet in english and very loud in spanish.
    • everything about him is louder in spanish tbh even his laugh turns into this giant high pitched howl. 
  •  while the difference is most drastic in nursey, both tango and whiskey also raise their volume. 
    • whiskey also relaxes 10x more like hes kinda uptight just a general rule but around other latinos? its like his whole personality changes. 
  • listen, also? tv is such an important part for them to connect w/ the hispanic world?? 
    • nuestro bellessa latina is so important that they dvr it but also all try very hard to schedule around it, so they can watch it in person.
    •  since nurseys not as into futbòl as tango and whiskey are, its really the climax of his life as a latino. 
  • tango cant eat spicy things.
    • he Just Cant
    • Like not even the tiniest of sprinkle of jalapeño on tortilla chips
  • nursey is unhealthily addicted to coffee, like cuban coffee that’s just basically a straight shot of espresso. not for the faint of heart. its like liquid adrenaline 
    • tango tried it once and like, could barely exist on the same plane as us mere mortals
  • whiskey also lowkey makes fun of everyone else’s accents because he grew up in puerto rico up until highschool so his spanish is excellent but he also thinks its really cute when people fuck up esp tango
    • tango has a complicated relationship with spanish bc hes always afraid of sounding too hispanic when saying things like latino countries or specific words that he cant help but say with an accent and then people look at him weird because he doesn’t look hispanic
  • tango is honestly a telenovela encyclopedia. u name it, hes seen it, can quote the most iconic scenes, and will act them out at any given time
  • whiskey is absolutely his abuelita’s child like. he calls her every couple of days if not every day he loves her so so much and nursey chirps the shit out of him for it but really he’s just lowkey jealous whiskey is so close with his family.
  • tango is also jewish and people are often very confused about how that works because both of his parents are argentinean. tango just confuses them more by trying to explain it.
  • all of them just sort of speak a unique blend of all of the slang from their respective countries like they have all just accepted the many different forms “im drunk” or “dude” or “drinking straw” come in. but the curse words that are common phrases in one country and horribly offensive in the other are a constant issue tbh
  • tango and whiskey are fabulous dancers. nursey, bless him, tries his hardest. he truly does. he just really has two left feet off of the ice
  • whiskey is truly an impressive drinker. all three of them can hold their liquor well but whiskey is just. stellar at it. he started drinking at like 13 and enters college as a seasoned alcoholic. (just kidding hes not an alcoholic!(actually tbh its hard to tell but lets just say he isnt))
  • i could forreal go on forever about this so i’m just gonna end it here: they all hate being called mexican, tango and whiskey especially (yes it’s partially about futbòl). there is something about being misidentified so grossly that really grinds ones gears. hence the gratuitous amount of clothing/memorabilia each of them own based on their nationalities.
    • if u think tango doesnt own a big argentinian flag that he definitely ties around his neck when appropriately timed, ur wrong
    • how many puerto rico tshirts can whiskey own? answer: an obscene amount. like for real at least 4 or 5. they’re both very extra
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Whosoever's Is The Storm
A JeanMarco Pacific Rim AU!
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Whosoever’s Is The Storm

Rating: M, descriptions of graphic violence, major character injury, and emotional disturbance

Pairings: JeanMarco, Jean & Marco | background: YumiKuri, Springles, EreJean (Drift pairing make this complicated to tag lol)

Word Count: 57,000 (more or less) (across 4 chapters)

Alright lads! Here’s my entry for the JMGE, as requested by my secret santa, @yoitay, who wanted PacRim! Merry Christmas, friendo! I hope I delivered everything you wanted. This was a blast to write.

Fic Summary: Jean Kirschtein is a Jaeger pilot, just trying his damnedest not to meet a disappointing end. Maybe he had goals once. Maybe there was a part of him that the storm didn’t touch. Not anymore.

Having been kicked from the Mark II Jaeger, Atlas Rogue, on account of the fact no-one Drifts with Eren Jaeger and walks out unscathed, Jean finds himself relegated to the Anchorage Shatterdome, Alaska, the very edge of the world. There’s a new Mark IV about to be launched, and it needs a pilot. Technically - it needs two pilots. It’s a shame he has a chip on his shoulder the size of a Kaiju.

A JMGE PacRim AU for Yoitay, exploring the journey of a Jaeger pilot from the bottom of the barrel, to the cusp of hope, across every up and down in between.

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It’s a Latin@ Thing

Nursey Week Day 2

Prompt: Simplicity

Also on AO3 (with translations)

Nursey had a long day. He had four classes back to back on Tuesdays and Thursdays this semester. He was ready to bail on his plans to paint and write at her studio (he’d taken to being her canvas when Shitty was busy with law school). He storms through the Haus, chucking his bag next to the staircase as he grabbed some custard pie from the fridge.  

He cut himself a slice as he hears chattering coming down the stairs.

“Mira, puto,” he hears Whiskey protest.

He hears someone, presumably Tango, snort. “No, lo único que quiero mirar es su chiquito culo corriendo hasta Murder Stop N Shop por mis refrescos.“

"En sus sueños, mi rey,” Whiskey chirps.

Nursey chuckles at their back and forth, garnering the attention of the tadpoles as they pass the kitchen. They stare at Derek quizzically.

Whiskey turns to Tango, “I knew it. I fucking knew he heard us on the bus last week.”

Tango shrugs, “¿quieres un desfile?”

“You see what I put up with?” Whiskey addresses Derek. “Pinche cabrón,” he mutters.

Nursey smirks, nodding sympathetically.

“¿Oye, es Puertorriqueño o Dominicano o Cubano o que?” Tango inquires.

“Cuban,” he admits awkwardly, “or my mom is.”

“¿Puedes hablar español?”

Nursey blushes, “well yea, but my accent’s shit.”

Whiskey and Tango give each other a look, quickly ushering Nursey into the living room.  They gently push him down onto the couch, flipping the TV on.

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