#Bifter

[watermonkeystuff]

Bifter live.

[themancorialist]

Stephenson Square, Manchester.

[spacedace]

DPxDC snippet/prompt:

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“John.”

Zantanna’s voice had that cadence to it. Faintly strangled. Forcibly calm. Her rising blood pressure and rapidly approaching limit for his special brand of excitement evident in every single letter of his name.

Felt like old times.

“Z.” He said, smoke curling out of his mouth and billowing towards the dreary grey sky above. The one nice thing about Gotham, it had the same gloomy dark ambience of ol’ London town. “Long time no see. How’s show biz been treating you?”

He saw the faintest of twitches at the corner of her eye. Could almost hear her counting to ten in her head. He smiled at her winningly, leaning back against the damp bricks of the alleyway as he waited. More smoke drifted upward from beside him in time with a bored sigh. Patience was running out on all sides it seemed.

“That’s a child.”

“Sharp as ever.” He said, taking another drag. He nudged the child in question beside him gently with his elbow, glancing down with a sly grin. “See this is why the Justice League pay her the big bucks. Nothing gets past our Zantanna Zatara.”

He got a cloud of smoke blown directly in his face for that, little shit.

“John.”

“Z.”

“Why do you have a child? Why is the child smoking?”

“Long story.” He said with a wave of his hand.

“I learned it from watching him.” The kid said, with the same cadence as that old American commercial. All dramatic and overwrought emotion. The gremlin swooned against John's side in an imitation of collapse, hand holding the lit bifter coming up to their forhead to really sell the melodrama. He nudged his ghostly companion off, grinning at Zantanna’s slipping patience as he did.

“Don’t worry about it. Kid's fine.”

“A child wandering around with you in a dark ally in Gotham smoking cigarettes is fine?”

“I mean, I’m already dead. And short. It’s not like smoking is gonna be able to do any worse to me.”

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Do you ever think about poor Nik, having learned English from textbooks and maybe some American media here and there and all that, suddenly being faced with Brits / specifically John Price, pronouncing things somewhat differeng and having all those British terms that Nik has never heard of. Why the fuck are Brits putting blankets on pigs and why is John asking him whether he's ever had that!!

The man knows eight (8) languages, so it's likely it's not even his second language, but his fourth or fifth. Mad intelligent, but yeah, you're so right.

I work with a few foreign nationals who have told me that, sometimes, speaking to me is like hearing English through a carnival mirror; the words are familiar, but what the hell do they mean in that order? It's usually when my brain has switched to Jack Mode out of professional mode, and I am absolutely not paying any attention.

I can imagine Price does the same. Same way that Johnny tones down his accent, I headcanon that Price toned down his Liverpudlian twang, but sometimes he'll absolutely slip up, and Nik'll hear him use "devoed", "clobber" and other weird phrases that he's pretty sure contain words that aren't in the Bible.

There's only one person who can understand Price when he goes Full Liverpool: Ghost, who goes Full Mancunian in response, and Nik's sitting there while they're...

P: Gonna jib this off, and go fer bevvy and scran on me bill, unless yer down, la?

G: Gaggin' fer a pint, but can't, 'm brassic, got reports to finish and that. Can I cadge a ciggy?

P: Naw, I've only got abar four bifters left, like.

G: Ah, yer dead snide, sir.

Nik, looking at Gaz for help, who is just smiling like the Cheshire Cat because he's packing cockney rhyming slang up his sleeve, so Nik better buckle the fuck up.

[legacyshenanigans]

Okay but what if mc introduces marvolo to some MaryJane? We know he smokes but does he smoke anything else?

I feel like he wouldn't be a stranger to the ole' Devils Lettuce 🤣 and reading this gave me an idea for this silly drabble hahaha:

(MC and Marvolo lay in bed after smoking a bifter)

MC: *all giggly*

Marvolo: *lays there smirking, relaxing* Gods...You know what I want right now? *rolling over and grabbing her*

MC: OoOoooOh what? *gives him a flirty smile thinking she knows what he's thinking*

Marvolo: Food. I'm fucking famished.

MC: Oh..I thought you meant-

Marvolo: *Chuckles and kisses her neck* MC, you filthy little thing...Let me eat...Then we can fuck *smirks*

MC: Yayyyyyy!!!

Marvolo: *chuckles at her reaction*

~

[laughing-hellblazer]

⛥ open :: rainy nights ⛧

Rain. It was just his luck that the night he had a head cold coming on, he ran into icy rain welcoming him into the autumnal season. Popping up the collar on his trench coat as he left the off license, he tucked into his shoulders for warmth. "Weather..." he muttered to himself as he pulled a small bottle of whiskey from his pocket for a swig. Just enough to warm his chest against the biting cold. Rain always seemed to follow him around, even outside of wet and miserable London.

He walked down the drizzled sidewalk while lighting a cigarette with a long drag. Most of the rain missed the cherry, but it only took one big droplet to snuff it out and ruin the whole bifter. Casting a glare upward at the sky, he grumbled out, "Not even a peaceful smoke, eh? Sod it." He flicked the soggy cigarette aside with his finger. The warmth of his hotel room couldn't come soon enough.

As he lowered his gaze, it was just in time to come into complete impact with another body walking in the opposite direction. With flailing instinct, he grabbed the other person by the arms to keep them upright. "Bloody hell! All right?" he asked earnestly, a twinge of guilt briefly tugging at his conscious before he could take in their face.

[batzinthebelfry]

scouse bifter cat

[alchemisland]

amountsbespecific

Amounts I’m needing, have the dealers treating their fiends To a wine and cheese evening, sorry can’t make the soirée Swerve our date, sorry it’s not that we’re not mates But I just can’t make room, life’s a small place Your company felt like time in jail short shower rape Shit in my bifter a fixture on foreign shores Crossed the Pacific like an invasion force If you need it, that fix, hit…

[oneefin]

happy palindromic marijuana day! it's 4:20:24 PM on 4/20/2024. 🌿🌿🌿🌿

according to wikipedia, there are over 2000 terms for weed out there. i compiled a list of all the distinct ones wikipedia lists at time of writing, for funsies

remember that if you're reading a cryptic crossword clue, any of these words could secretly be talking about weed!

10s poof

2 long

25 or twenty-five

30 sack

36 or thirty-six

4 o's

40 sack

420 or four-twenty

50 piece

9 or nine

a draw

acapulco gold

ace

afghani

african

african broccoli

airplane

ak-47

alfalfa

alligator cigarette

ammo

ammy

amnesia

amnesia haze

amsterdam's finest

antiguan rocket

arathi

ashin’ kusher

asparagus

astro turf

aunt mary

baby

bake sale

ball

banga

bar

barney

bc

beenth

benj

benners

bhang

bible worksheets

bifter or bifta

bilge

billy

binbag

bingger

bis

bishop

blaze

blifter

blim

bloop

blue dream

blue goo

blueberry

blueberry diesel

blunt

bob

bob hope

bobatti

bobby brown

bobo

bomber

bone or bag of bones

boner soup

bong

bongo

boo

booboo shit

boof

boogity brown

boone

bottle

bread

brickweed

broccoli

brown buddha

brown frown

bruce banner

bubba kush

bubble kush

bubblegum

bud

budder

buddha

budski

buge

bunk

burger king

c-jizz

cabbage

cactus green

camberwell carrot

cambodian red

cancer weed

cannabidiol or cbd

cannabinol or cbn

cannabis

cannabis edible

cannabis indica

cannabis ruderalis

cannabis sativa

cannabis tea

cannon

caracas

carribean cabbage

catnip

cd's

cess

charas

charlotte's web

cheatham

checkers

cheeba

cheech and chong

cheese

cheg

cherry

chess

chicken

chillum

chiquitty-freddy

chocolate

choof

christmas tree

chronic

chronicles of narnia

climb

clouds

cola

collie

colombian

combustible herbargy

comic books

concentrate

course notes

cousin mary

cow

cripple

critical mass

crop or cro

crunch

curley wurley

cut

cutie pie

d's

da kine

daccha

dagga

dak

dan k. buddinhash

dandelion

daniel nuggetstone

dank

dankinstein

dat sticky icky icky

dave

delta-9

detroit

devil's lettuce

diesel

dime or dime bag

dirt weed

discarded bibles

ditch weed

dives

djamba

dodo

doink

doja

dollar

doobage

doobie

dope

doña juanita

draw

dro

dronabinol

dub or dub sack

dumm

dunce

durban poison

dutchie

dvd's

edible

edwardian morris baskerville

eight ball

eighter

eighth

elbow

electric puha

endo

extract

farmer's daughter

fatty

fatty eight

feral cannabis

feral hemp

fid or fiddy

fifty

fir

fire

flower

forb

forbidden fruit

fossils

fosters

freakus

friendship

frodis

full

funk

funky falafel

g-regs or gregs

gage

gangster gumbo

ganja or ganj

garden gate

gas or gasoline

gauge

george

girl scout cookies

goo

good advice

good giggles

good shit

goofy boots

gorilla glue

grade

grandpa's medicine

grape ape

grapes

grass

green

green badger

green crack

green goddess

green tea

greenery

greenest of the goop

greenest of the green

grefa

griffa

grifo

grizz

guitar hero

guy smiley

gwaai

half

halfer

halfie

half ounce

half quarter

half-o

halfling's leaf

harris

hash

hash oil

hashish

haskell

hawaiian

hay

haze

headies

hemp

henry

herb

herbal jazz cigarette

herbsteins

heyman

hindu kush

holden

holy sacrament

holy weed

houdini

hundy

hungarian hummus

hydro

ice cream

indian hemp

indo or endo

insangu

izm

j

jack herer

jacket

jamaican gold

jay tokenstein

jazz cabbage

jazz cigarette

jean

jibber

jimmy

jive

jobb

jobb the finest there is

joint

juicy fruit

jupiter's beard

kaka

kevin bacon

key

kibs or kibbies

kief

kif

killara

killer green bud or kgb

killer herb or killa

kilo

kind

kind bud

kine bud

krinze

kush

kushempeng

kutch

l pape

la

lamb's bread

leaf or leaves

lef

left-handed cigarette

lemon g

lid

lit

little beasts

live resin

loud

louis

lowes

lula

lye

magic

magic cancer

magic dragon

magical brownie

marihoochie

marijuana

mary

mary jane or mj

mary joanna

matanuska thunderfuck or mtf

maui waui or maui-wowie

mbanje

mecca

method

mex

mexican kilobrick

mexican red

mezz

microwave popcorn

mids

mike vick

morning meds

moss

mota or muta

mother mary

movies

muggle or muggles

mull

nabilone

nabiximols

nay nay famous

newguys

nick

nickel or nickel bag

nixon

nodge

northern lights

nug or nugget or nugs

number

o

o-z or oz

og kush

oil

old toby

onion

onion ozzy

orange bud

oscar

ounce

outdo

pack

pakalolo

panama red

pants

paonia purple

paper

party parsley

phatty

pineapple express

pinner

pipe

pizza

platinum og

plingots

polen

poop

portuguese plant

pot

pound

puff

purple haze

q

qp

quad

quap

quart

quarter

quasimodo

rainy day woman

ramín

recreational drug

reefbuds

reefer or reefa

reggae cigarette

reggie miller

regs

resin

roach

rodeo

romanian ramen

root

salad

sampson

sappad

schwag

schwanal

schweed

schwugs

scooby-doo

scratchy

seed or seeds

sensimilla or sensimillia

sha-bang-a-bang-a

shake

shakira

shamya

shatter

shirt

shit

shizzle

shuzzit

silly spinach

single

sinsemilla or sinse

sister mary

sixteenth or teenth

skunk

slice

smeed

smoke

smookey smoke

snickle-fritz

snoke

snoop

soap bar

sock

solid

sour diesel

space cake

spank

spinach

spliff

square grouper

squirter-farter

stank

stash

stem

stick or sticks

sticky icky or sticky icky icky

stogie

strawberry cough

stuff

submarine

sup herb bowl

super lemon haze

sweet g

sweet galenas

sweet leaf or sweetleaf

tacos

taima

tapes

tea

ten bag

ten bit

tenners

tens

terpene

tetrahydrocannabinol or thc

texas tea

thai stick

thirteen

thrax

tiger fear

tin or tinny

tincture

tochigishiro

toke

tommy chong

tooka

tree or trees

trichome

trizer

tuppence worth

twamp

tweed

twig

twist

viper

wacky tobaccy or baccy

wax

weed

wheat

white rhino

white russian

white widow

widdle

willie nelson

wisdom weed

wizard

x box

yankey-doodle

yarndi or yarndie

zaza or za

zig-zag

zip

zombie

zone

zoot

[cunt-inent]

luv when snapchat memories pulls up footage of me absolutely biftered like where was I??? what was I doing??

[laughing-hellblazer]

John takes note of the teeth, raising a brow with piqued interest at them as they're flashed his way. Surely those chompers make it easy on the intimidation front. Then comes the mention of the Iceberg Lounge. Oh, he remembered that place from his last visit. He got thrown out for causing a bar fight at the cocktail lounge. All over someone calling the Sex Pistols a proper punk band.

Amused, he tips his head into a lazy nod and says, "Why not? Maybe they've forgotten me face by now. Always did serve a mean G'n'T." He starts walking, taking another nice long drag of his bifter. It might have been almost a decade since he last visited Gotham, but he remembered the streets in the main city well enough. The lounge was hard to miss, anyhow.

He remembers the look on the Penguin's face as he was thrown out the large double doors. Oh, he was pissed, like his fancy little play set had been trampled over. He always did have a knack for setting off the rich and fancy types.

John's sticky gaze is seen as a gesture of suspicion, rather than courtesy to maintain attention, and he, in kind, releases his tension in his posture to seem more relaxed, and, hopefully, get John to follow suit. Probably not, but sometimes the power of suggestion is strong.

He's receptive to the offer of information, and Teddy beams, putting his hyena-like teeth on display, his long nose wrinkling, his eyes creasing, as he chuffs with delight. "Fuck yeah, man. I'll take ya to the Iceberg. My treat. Oz's got some stellar food, and his staff keep the riffraff out."

Never mind that John would be seen as "riffraff," but Teddy's got it in good with Penguin, too, and any acquaintance of his would be allowed in without fuss.

[hxllblazer-a]

“So I saw this proper divvy, like, selling jarg bifters down the Asda. Though he was doin’ me ‘ead in wit’ the price but mate, gotta be proper skint t’ get that rubbish.” Is he aware no one will understand him?

Yep.

[thecoolerantistraight]

Which synonym for “blunt” are you?

bifta

bifter

blunt

bogie (chiefly US)

bomber

bone

bun

Camberwell carrot

doink

doinker

doob

doober

doobie

exotic cheroot

fatty

hogger

hooter

J

jay

jimmy

joint 

juju

left-handed cigarette

muggle (dated)

number 

phattie

reefer

roach

spiff

spliff (Jamaican, UK, Australia)

toke tube

torpedo

zol

zoot

[papa-rhys]

I live for uni vaughn and uni rhys, just chillin in each other's accommodation/dorm as young lads enjoying video games and pizza and studying together at 2 in the morning, maybe having a bifter before lectures and laughing at each other for falling asleep in the lecture because of it

[laughing-hellblazer]

how's the cigarettes these days? enjoying those no-smoking laws?

"Bollocks is what they are. Makes it nearly impossible for a man to have a peaceful bifter."

"But if cancer didn't make me kick the habit, I hardly think some bullshit laws will do the trick."

[sweetlilpaulie]

Fresh Rose.

Paul kissing inexperienced reader.

Paul X Reader

Caution: Language.

Enjoy, my cuties.

~~~

Laughs echoed loudly throughout the theatre. 

You watched as the boys attempted people to be quiet, as they finished their skit.

You had snorted, at John’s terrifying voice more than once, and giggled at Paul’s silly face expressions. They were quite the pair, Pyramus and Thisbe.

Multiple times, you felt Paul’s eyes watching you in the audience, and you almost couldn’t breathe. It was ridiculous, you knew, having a crush on the boy. You were their assistant, you knew nothing could come of it. Yet, you pictured yourself on a ledge, waiting for your dear Romeo to call your name.

Snap out of it!

There was applause, and the boys darted off stage. The next thing you knew, was John’s finally normal voice snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Well, we’re off. Comin’ or what?” he questioned, his eyes boring into yours.

“Er..” It took you a minute to come back to reality “Yeah, o’course.”

“Good, let’s get on then.” they walked off and into the cab waiting for them.

~~~

They ended up coming to a private pub, or at least it seemed that way. No one else was in there. The only sound that could be heard was their own voices and the soft notes from the jukebox.

They ordered large milkshakes, and lit their cigarettes. 

“So, how’d we do?” asked George.

“You were alright.” you shrugged, trying to keep a serious face.

George grinned, before tickling you relentlessly.

“DAMMIT, fine you did swell!” you gasped for air, and he stopped his attack.

“I thought so.” he smirked. You whacked his arm playfully, and turned back to your chocolate sundae.

You and George had hit it off, and been best friends since the first day. He was the one who’d told you about the job, after all. Once you had become assistant for Brian, you had become friends with the rest of the boys. You and John took the longest to get along with, after all, you were both stubborn asses, but once you’d been around each other for so long, you were incredibly close. Ringo, was the far least intimidating, and most welcoming, and you had been good mates, quickly after you’d met. Paul....well.....you were friends, you’d say, but he was very....

Playful.

You knew he was with all the girls, but it still made you blush every time he told you he’d never met a girl like you before. 

Speaking of, he was staring at you, no shame, sipping his strawberry delight. 

You nearly coughed when his leer widened, his teeth biting the straw.

A blush crept on your face, trying to ignore the fact he was burning a hole into your face with his eyes.

Ringo asked you a question, but you didn’t hear it, as you excused yourself from the table. 

You exited the backdoor, by the bathrooms and took a deep breath of the cool, foggy, air.

“Rather stuffy in there innit?”

You wanted you run away. 

“Can a woman have a goddamn minute to herself?” you muttered tartly.

“Want to see you don’t get kidnapped o’course.”

“I’m sure I’ll be quite alright. Go back and enjoy your precious time.”

“I am.”

You heart stopped.

You turned to the tall figure, flicking the ashes off his bifter.

“Why d’you keep looking at me like that?”

He smirked, an eyebrow raised.

“Isin’t it obvious?”

You found yourself slowly backing up as his came closer and closer.

When your back found brick, his face was so close you could see every pore.

He was leaning forward, his nose centimeters from yours. His eyes were closed, and you knew exactly what would happen.

That’s when you slapped him.

He stumbled backwards, a look of plain shock written on his face. 

You were just as surprised.

“Oh, Paul, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” you cried, reaching forward to cradle his cheek.

“Why’d you do it then?” he yelped angrily.

You blushed again.

“I p-panicked. I-I’ve never been kissed before.”

His face softened.

“Why’d you tell me then?” he breathed.

“You didn’t really leave me time to.” you joked.

“That’s true.” he laughed “Well, allow me to be the first.”

Your heart started to beat at the speed of light.

“O-ok.” you stuttered quietly.

He took your face his hands, and gently set his lips on yours. He didn’t try anything, he let you try it out for yourself. 

Soon, you found the rhythm to which your mouth danced with his. His hands found themselves in your hair, down your back, and your waist. You had never felt such euphoria. 

He pulled away, his eyes gleamed wild.

“So, did I do alright?”

You had never kissed another soul, but you felt that it was a good kiss.

“Perfect.”

~~~

Yayy! Doneeee!

My cuties, 

soooo, as school goes on, and my pile of homework increases, the amount of time to write will become small. So, please bear with me, I may or may not post super often, but don’t worry, I will keep posting as much as I can! Hope you enjoy this story, and enjoy your week!

Love,

L.M.