#Drunk in LA

[weirdero]

Yes I love feeling like a shell of a person

[analikespancakes]

not much to say here sometimes you just need tequila

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Had this Headcannon that when Multi-Lingual Dick and Jason get drunk they start singing Ballads in Spanish. Yeah some classical shit like Vicente Fernandez but also the most wild Selena you've ever heard.

[sendpseuds]

Prompt: Anakin plays Fuck, Marry, Kill with the Clones or someone else when his Master comes in.

“Fuck, marry, kill: Ventress, Dooku, Greivous.”

“Oh screw you,” Rex groans, his head falling back, eyes squeezed shut like he can erase the question from his mind if he tries hard enough, “That’s horrible.”

“That is the point of the game, Captain.”

Anakin and the handful of clones around the table chuckle mischievously at the horrified look of obvious annoyance on Rex’s face, prodding him with playful elbows and a teasing stream of “Come on, who’s it gonna be? You have to answer!”

Laughter flows easily tonight, still a few days travel away from their next engagement, enjoying the calm comfort of companionship and Waxer’s homebrew [well, Anakin is not entirely certain it could reasonably be described as enjoyable but it certainly is potent.]

“Kill Greivous,” Rex says with an almost sober certainty, “That spider freak gives me the creeps.”

There’s a general hum of agreement around the table before Rex continues.

“I guess marry Dooku? Hope the old man croaks immediately after the wedding?”

“So you’re fucking the witch?”

“Guess so,” Rex shrugs as a few other clones mutter that they wouldn’t exactly mind taking the sith assassin for a ride.

“Your turn, General” someone announces, a chorus of “Ooooo”s sounding from all around him.

“Alright,” Anakin replies coolly, folding his arms over his chest and sitting back in his chair, “Hit me with it.”

Rex hums consideringly, drawing out the prompting question of “Fuck, marry, kill,” like he’s trying to come up with the most horrifying combination possible and Anakin only narrows his gaze.

“Master Yoda—“

“You bastard,” Anakin scoffs before the grand master’s entire name has even leaves his captain's mouth.

“Master Jocasta Nu—“

“I could have you demoted, you know.”

“And—“

The word seems to stretch on forever as Rex’s eyes dart around the room, trying to decide on the final name in his torturous trilogy. Then his eyes brows shoot up, his eyes widening over Anakin’s shoulder.

“General Kenobi!”

Anakin’s heart lurches, a hot twisting in his gut at the mere suggestion that he could ever kill Obi-Wan. Then at the thought of fucking him. Marrying him.

“Okay, hold on, I need some clarification,” Anakin blurts out, the brew in his blood loosening his lips, “If you marry someone, you can fuck them whenever you want, right?”

Rex doesn’t seem to understand the question, or maybe he’s had one glass too many, his eyes glazed and face gone a bit ashen.

“Like, it doesn’t have to be a sexless marriage, does it?”

“Uh, sir— General Kenobi is—“

“Amazing? Yeah, I know. He’d be the perfect husband but if I had to wake up every morning to that man in my bed and couldn’t fuck him—“

Behind him, someone clears their throat and suddenly Anakin realizes not a single clone is looking at him.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you wouldn’t kill me.”

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[ef-1]

run it back :/

[jk3dsparrow]

I was drunk 😭😭😭

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[kaykoko]

AMAZING to know that Guillermo under an influence becomes one of those drunk college girls who can't stop saying she loves people. Also getting the vibes that if he could drunk text Nandor how much he loved him he would lol

[anuspastor]

inspired by some happenings on m dashboard from a couple of days ago

[teethpaste]

Hi from Las Vegas !!!!!

[fashionteahouse]

I’m obsessed with your stories so please don’t mind me

Can I please request a Paul x reader where they go on at camping trip with the pack and they girls get super drunk and they have to be taken care of

omg thank you 💜 and of course! hope you enjoy :)

under the influence - paul x reader

You’ve never been camping before. When you told the pack and everybody this, they made it their mission to make sure you experienced it at least for the one time.

The truck that you were in with Paul, stops with a screech. You look out the window to capture the view. You were surprised by how beautiful the scenery was already. The tall trees were soared in the sky, the sun light rays were peaking through the cracks of leaves, and just ahead there was even a lake. You felt a sense of excitement and was glad you agreed to such trip.

You helped Leah unload the luggage you all brought, out of one of the trucks to the spot you all were occupying. Sam was already on duty with Paul, setting up the tents for everybody. Quil and Jacob went to fetch firewood, with axes in their hands. Embry brought out the coolers, that was still thankfully cold due to the ice and ice packs. Jared set up the two tables, so Emily and Kim could start adding the portable gas camping stoves on top. They knew for a fact that they all worked up an appetite after all of that driving.

Sam was done with the tents, making his way over to Emily, to make her blush. Paul hands you the sleeping bags and you go with Leah to set them up. You were just lying one down when you look over at Leah rummaging through a bag she brought.

She catches you watching her and she giggles like a child who have been caught doing something naughty.

“What?” you ask her, knowing she’s up to something.

She says nothing but lifts up an unlabeled jar of clear liquid. It was definitely homemade by the looks of it.

“What is that?” you curiously ask softly.

“Some moonshine. I’m so not being bored on this trip.” she explains and hands you the jar so you can get an up and close look.

You open it and decide to take a sniff. One sniff and you’re coughing into your arm, eyeing at the substance in disbelief. It was some strong stuff. You knew for a fact it was definitely strong enough for wolves to consume without the worry of their metabolism burning the alcohol off too fast. Leah takes it and screw the lid back on and Kim comes in but pauses to look at you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.” you say and Leah shows her as well. Kim grins and whoops a little.

“Anyways Emily wants you two to help us with dinner.” Kim lets you two know.

You two come out after Leah tucks the jar away in a safe place.

You were all full, the food was good. There was still daylight left and Quil climbs up a tree and ties a rope to a tree branch. He did have some good ideas when it came to fun. Leah brings out her speaker with music to help with the ambiance.

“Wanna go for a swim?” Paul asks you.

“Who’s saying no to that?” you tell him.

You change into a swim suit and you’re waiting for your turn. Embry swings into the water with the help of the rope. Of course due to the unnatural strength, the boys show off and do tricks.

It’s your turn and grab the rough rope, it’s actually very sturdy so you don’t feel nervous about it breaking off. You run a bit with it in your hand and off you go into the air and into the water. The water feels so cool and nice and you’re teeth are showing by how fun you’re having.

The sounds of joy emerge from everyone around you. When it finally gets dark, you all get out of the water. Paul wraps a towel around you and walks you back to the tent you two were sharing and lets you dry off. You change into some lounge clothes and Jacob wants to tell stories around the lit up campfire.

Leah plops down next you and even though the stories were good, they weren’t good enough for the young female wolf. She decides that the jar of moonshine should make its debut. She takes a sip and nods in satisfaction. She passes it to you. Before you could take the offer, Paul grabs it not giving you the opportunity to process it. You look at him in confusion.

“Hell no. If it’s strong for us, what makes you think it won’t be for you?” he asks you seriously.

“Jeez just one sip. I don’t want to be the only sober one.” you say rolling your eyes.

“Come on Paul, stop being a dad for just one day. Let Y/N have some fun.” Leah says. Kim and Emily already took a sip, the alcohol evident in their system, they were more loose.

Paul sighs and barely extends the jar, due to his attitude. He knows it won’t end well.

You don’t care. You’re just glad you get to have your way and take a big gulp. His eye almost bulge out of his sockets when you do this and just face palm his forehead and just looks at the ground with his elbow resting above his knee.

You start to feel the effects and try not to get too carried away. But, you’re cracking jokes left and right. Leah’s music is still playing softly but Kim goes to turn it up.

“Alright put that away before anybody else drinks too much.” Paul tells Leah.

“Let everybody have fun.” she says a bit slurred and sways.

“Look at you.” Paul says.

She’s laughing. Not taking anything seriously. She grabs your hand and start to dance, Kim giving her an idea with her sloppy moves. Emily grabs Sam to dance with her. You’re laughing one minute and then suddenly your mouth is watering. You pause for a sec and chunks of vomit is spewing from your mouth. Leah gasps but laughs.

“Awww.” Seth groans.

The sight of your vomit makes Kim vomit and it’s like it’s a chain reaction from the girls.

“I fucking told you.” Paul says and just takes you back to the tent. He kneels beside you and says, “Here please drink this.” and helps you drink, tilting the bottle until he knows you have enough.

Jared is doing the same with Kim but she falls asleep. He keeps a small can next to her, just in case. He rubs her back lovingly.

Sam is patient with Emily, cooing at her, and rubbing her back as she throws up the remaining of what’s left in her system.

Leah had a bit more of a stronger tolerance but that doesn’t stop Embry from being by her side.

“Why did you bring it Leah? Their hangover’s gonna be hell in the morning.” he says softly with a chuckle.

Leah just shrugs, “We had fun right?”

[willowandthesagaofgayyearning]

I just realised that the Old Man Sleep and The Good Man Grace is talking about abusive parents and coming to accept that your parents will always be the core of you but they dont have to rule you. The old witch sleep is the mother trying to soothe the conflict between father (the good man grace) and child without ever actually solving the problem. This is a four act song about coming to terms with the fact that you will always be reminded of your parents by your own actions but you dont have to be like them. You can be better. This also harkens to inkpot gods and how he will be the man my father never was. This makes sense right?

[a-lonely-dunedain]

ok question! related to this post by @gwynbleiddyn that I see resonated with the folks here on lotro tumblr:

the devs have given you permission to add 1 (one) quest of your design into the game, specifically doing something fun/low-stakes with one or more Rangers post-war. What are you doing and with which Ranger(s)?

I'll go first: (under the cut bc it got longer than intended)

Corunir has been enlisted to help do repairs in the lower circles of Minas Tirith. And by "enlisted" I mean "Corunir Does Not Know How to Take A Break and needs to be constantly helping people, so he showed up wouldn't leave until the foreman gave him something to do"

Now, as this quest would have to be located in Minas Tirith Midsummer, the foreman is not particularly comfortable saddling this war-hero with busywork when he should be celebrating the end of the war he helped bring about! nevermind that that's what literally every other quest in midsummer is making the PC do shh don't worry about it

ANYWAY, he's got a plan, but he needs your help with it. Around dusk, he wants you to tell Corunir that there's some repairs that need done on the top of the wall at east side of the 2rd circle, which coincidentally just so happens to be where the best view of the fireworks they're setting off at the gates is. Also be sure to bring along this plate of snacks and some comfy pillows to sit on.

so when Corunir gets up there he's like "that's weird, I don't see any damage up here-" and then he sees the fireworks starting to go off, that you brought snacks, and puts two and two together and is like "oh darn, it looks like I've been tricked into watching a fireworks show, you devious trickster you (affectionate)"

so you guys get to hang out and watch the fireworks for a bit, and afterwards Corunir laughs at the fact that you literally had to trick him into relaxing and having a good time. Perhaps you have a point, he should allow himself some time to actually enjoy the peace they fought so hard for. He recalls Radanir had proposed the Rangers should do a pub-crawl later, and now thinks he should take him up on the offer. (and, of course, the PC should be allowed to join in, but alas I'm only allowed to add One quest as per my own rules lol)

[cloudsspoke]

every one of them radiate total crackhead energy

[flags-planes-and-fire]

Credit to Ashlie TG on Facebook.

The survivors w/ their respective LSDLN actors!

Javier passed away before he could meet Esteban face-to-face, but here is them side by side x

Bonus: Comment regarding Recalt and Canessa on the facebook

Loose Translation (Alt ID in Spanish): Matias Recalt says that when the survivors asked him who it was his turn to interpret and he said that Canessa was answered "Uhhhh...poor you" 😅😅😅. But Roberto was divine, he almost adopted this boy 😅😅😅

[thehotpilot]

i need s8 bucktommy to be well into an established relationship but still flirting like it’s the giddy blushing early stages. i need more “so what are you doing saturday, you still owe me that beer” energy but they literally live together and have like a standing saturday night trivia

[herlondonboy]

happy valentine’s day y’all