#SW cocktails

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Star Wars Cocktails: the Pabu Colada

Far, far away from your DNA template's piña colada! This version is less sweet, more tart, and the cachaça provides a distinctive funk worthy of Clone Force 99.

Recipe below the cut.

Cocktail masterlist

Ingredients

1/2 oz/15 ml lemon juice 2 oz/60 ml Jumex coconut pineapple juice* 1/2 oz/15 ml Cointreau or triple sec 1-1/2 oz/45 ml cachaça Ice Dragon fruit for garnish (optional, but this is what creates the gradient effect)

Methods

Shake together all ingredients except dragon fruit; strain into cocktail glass. Garnish with several small cubes of dragon fruit on a cocktail skewer.

*If you can't find the Jumex version, you could try substituting half pineapple juice and half coconut milk.

[tennessoui]

kit i'm so curious about your writing process, as someone who writes fanfic too it's amazing how much you write tbh, do you write on your phone or your computer? I'm pretty old school and write in paper idk why lmao

For the most part I write on my laptop and using Google docs (which has many many cons but the pros at this point still outweigh the Google doc cons) (the pros are mostly related to convenience and being able to edit offline and document syncing when online access comes back but also the ability to share a single link with the internet has been game changing tbh)

In situations where I have a lot of dead time but I don’t want to pull out my laptop, I’ve written on my phone (airplanes, at work between customers/tasks, in long car drives where I’m not driving) on either the Google docs app or on my notes app and copied it over to the main document later

I also come up with a lot of dialogue or action sequencing while I’m outside on walks that I just write down when I get back home - but rehearsing the scene and the dialogue in my head many times really helps it stick and makes writing it down go quickly. sometimes I feel like a director yelling “cut” and resetting the scene in my head, subtracting lines and then going “action!” 😂

I think mainly I’m just a pretty quick writer though if I have a sudden intense burst of creativity or passion for a project/chapter! and if I have a passion for the project, I’m more likely to find ways to write it even when real life gets busy or when I have obligations to attend to (i.e., I wrote the majority of the hot air balloonest anakin fic waiting for a train twice, and I wrote the majority of the first chapter of the hunger games au on a plane in a middle seat)

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Fuuuuu

@sugarpallos

[lemoncrushh]

Slave 4 U 2

Summary: Harry is ready to take you home for a little role play.

Warnings: light role play (soft dom!harry, handcuffs, collar), oral, smut. 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1901

A/N: This was a sequel from 2016 to a blurb I'd written in 2015 (which got deleted), but part 1 is not needed for part 2. It was an early attempt of mine at a dom/sub fic. Obviously, the title comes from the Britney Spears song.

You slid into the back seat next to Harry, prepared to head to this club for someone's birthday party. Whose was it again? You'd already forgotten. But it didn't matter anyway. Harry had already assured you that you wouldn't be staying that long. These things were usually just for show, some other celebrity's shindig to make an appearance at, shake hands, have a couple drinks and leave.

"Just an hour or two, babe, alright?" Harry patted your knee as the car pulled up in front of the club.

You gave him a soft smile and a nod before climbing out after him, taking his offered hand. You held on to it as you both walked through the entrance, heading straight toward the back of the club where the party was being held. Your eyes scanning the crowd, you recognized a handful of people, immediately jogging your memory as to whose birthday it was. After greeting the birthday girl, a cocktail waitress took your drink orders and you and Harry found a plush green sofa and sat down.

The party seemed to be a hit, and before you knew it, you were feeling tipsy, not to mention a bit horny. The room boomed with a mixture of current club tracks and vintage 80s tunes, the vibration hitting you even through the cushion beneath you. Uncrossing your legs, you leaned forward to place your empty glass on the small table in front of you. Leaning back, you could feel Harry's eyes on you.

"What?" you smirked, acknowledging the look on his face.

Harry licked his lips, scooting closer to you, his arm on the back of the sofa.

"I forgot to tell you how beautiful you look tonight," he grinned.

"No you didn't," you batted your lashes. "You told me twice. But thanks again."

A low chuckle sounding from his chest, he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"You know what I was thinking about?"

You raised a brow in question.

"That night I got to tie you up and fuck you," he groaned, his mouth on your earlobe, sending shivers throughout your body. "Do you remember?"

How could you forget? Although it wasn't the last time you'd had sex, it was the last and only time you'd been submissive, asking him to experiment in a little role play. It had been nearly four months ago, but the memory was still burned in your brain. It wasn't that you hadn't wanted to do it again. It just hadn't been brought up. And lately, if you were being honest, by the time you got to the bedroom, you were already so turned on and ready to have him inside you, that you didn't want to drag props and a story into it.

"Of course I do," you whispered back.

"I wanna do it again," claimed Harry, his lips dragging down your jaw and his hand finding the hem of your skirt against your thigh.

"Really? When?" you asked.

"Tonight. Right now."

You giggled nervously. "Now? Are you saying you're ready to go?"

"In a min-"

Harry was interrupted then by a loud cheer from a handful of friends that had gathered around the birthday girl. You watched as they sang Happy Birthday to her, followed by tequila shots taken by all. You were about to clap along until you felt Harry's fingers brush the inside of your thigh, just under your skirt. Turning your head to look at him, you saw the desire in his eyes, even in the dimly lit room. His usual easy-going grin was gone, replaced by almost a frown.

Your eyelids began to flutter as his hand roamed up and down your thigh, until it was nearly to your panty line. His gaze did not falter, however, as he stayed focused on your face, apparently trying to see how far he could go, and how much you could stand before breaking.

"Harry," you finally said, grabbing his wrist.

You could have sworn you saw his jaw clench as he removed his hand and stood.

"Let's go," he commanded.

"Um...okay," you blinked and rose from the sofa. "But shouldn't we say good-"

"No, let's go," Harry insisted, grabbing your arm and guiding you to the exit.

The car ride home was almost uncomfortable, the sexual tension between you thick. Harry returned his hand to your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt, though he never tried to move it. Your leg almost twitched with anticipation, wanting him to touch you desperately. You looked up at him, trying to read his expression, but the same hard look remained. Finally, you broke the silence, unable to take it any longer.

"I'm so fucking turned on right now," you breathed.

The familiar low chuckle rumbled in Harry's chest as his lips cocked a smirk, the signature dimple dipping in his cheek.

"Good," was all he said.

You followed Harry into the house, watching him as he pressed the security code in the keypad and then turned to you.

"C'mon," he grabbed your hand again, leading you upstairs.

You grinned when you saw him immediately reach for the top drawer of the night stand where you'd kept the scarves, handcuffs and collar.

"Put that on," he instructed, tossing the collar on the bed. "And only that."

"Hm, okay," you tried not to laugh.

Harry turned to glare at you, one eyebrow raised. "Leave your shoes on."

Biting your lip, you obliged, slowly taking off your top and skirt. The way Harry was staring at you, told you that he enjoyed it, and hand no intentions of getting undressed himself until you'd done so. Standing in your bra and panties, you waited for him to make a move, but the only thing he did was cross his arms.

"All of it, I said."

Sucking in your lips, your reached behind you and unhooked your bra, letting it fall on the floor. Then you stepped out of your panties, careful not to tangle them in your heels. Reaching for the collar, you felt yourself get wet, already eager for Harry's touch. Once it was fastened, he surprised you by stepping closer, his hand on the back of the collar and pulling you towards him in a deep kiss. His tongue swept against yours before he captured your bottom lip, sucking hard. You felt his other hand snake around your waist and grab your bum, giving it a squeeze. Then it slid between you, his fingers quickly finding your clit. Just before a moan escaped your throat, however, he backed away, leaving you wanting more.

"Not yet, love," Harry teased. "You have to earn it. But I love how wet you are for me."

You opened your mouth to protest when he lifted a finger to his lips.

"Shhh. Undress me."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me. Take off my clothes."

You couldn't help but grin, delighted that Harry was eagerly partaking in the role play. Besides, you had no qualms about undressing him. You did it with pleasure.

Unbuttoning his shirt, you spread your palms across his tattooed chest and down his torso. Harry's eyelids fluttered as your fingernails ghosted his skin before tossing his shirt aside. When you unbuckled his belt and fumbled with the button of his jeans, you popped them open, quickly pushing them down over his hips. Once they were down, you lowered yourself onto your knees, shaking your head at yourself that you still had to take off his boots.

Harry remained silent through it all, watching every move you made. His pants and shoes finally off, you reached up for the waistband of his boxers. As soon as you pulled them down and his erection sprang free, you felt his hand on the back of your head.

"Put it in your mouth," he demanded.

Gazing up at him, you didn't question him. Licking your lips, you grabbed the base of his shaft. Then opening your mouth, you guided him inside, wetting the head with your tongue. You heard Harry sigh as you enveloped his cock with your lips, gently sucking at first, then speeding up and adding more pressure.

"Ah shit, that feels good," Harry groaned.

You hummed against him as his breaths quickened.

"You're so fucking good at that," he cried.

You moved faster, taking him deeper into your mouth, as far as you could. Harry's moans got louder as he bucked against you, until suddenly he told you to stop.

"Get up," he said.

Rising to your feet, you waited for your next instructions. You watched as Harry took the handcuffs and pointed to the bed.

"Lie down."

You did as you were told, Harry cuffing you to the headboard. Your chest rose and fell with anticipation as he hovered over you, his breath on your face.

"You're gonna do as I say, right?"

You nodded in response, recalling the last time when he didn't want you to speak.

"Good girl," he smirked. "Now open your legs wide for me."

His hand on your thigh to help guide you where he wanted you, you lifted your knees and opened wide. Harry slid his hand between your breasts, down your stomach to your awaiting wetness. He grinned when two fingers easily entered you. You let out a cross between a gasp and a moan and he began to pump hard, his eyes burning into yours. A third finger joined the other two and you lifted your hips.

"Why are you so fucking wet?" Harry growled, his brows furrowed.

You couldn't form any words, only moans as his hand continued to fuck you.

"Is that for me?" he asked.

You swallowed as you nodded, unable to audibly reply to his question.

"Fuck yeah, it is."

Harry slid his fingers out, situating himself between your legs. Your thighs trembled as he aimed his cock at your entrance. Grabbing your left thigh, he thrust into you hard. You both groaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow. As he pumped faster, you quickly began to feel the burn in your core, your muscles involuntarily contracting. Harry noticed it too as he cursed.

"Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good!"

"Ha-harry!" you cried. You wanted so badly to touch him, to rake your fingers down his back, but the restraints made it impossible.

"Yeah, baby, you love my cock, don't you?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed.

"You love it when I fill you up, when I go deep."

"Yes!"

Just as you let out your last moan of pleasure, Harry thrust deeper than ever, hitting your sweet spot.

"Fuck me, Harry!" you cried as you came, your knees lifted up as far as possible.

Harry pumped a few more times before letting out a guttural moan, his body trembling over yours. Collapsing on top of you, he buried his head in your neck, nibbling on your shoulder.

"Shit..." he groaned as he lifted up, reaching to unlock the handcuffs.

You chuckled lightly, rubbing your wrists once they were free.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Harry inquired.

"Not at all," you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Not even a little?" he pouted.

You giggled louder. "Okay, maybe a little. But I liked it."

A sexy smile spread across his face as he rolled onto his side to face you.

"Me too," he said before planting another kiss on your lips.

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Hello! I have a requesttttttt…

Could you possibly write a JJ x Reader where the team just finished a case and are celebrating with a night out, and whilst the fun activities that clubbing/bars include… another woman starts hitting on and dancing with reader and JJ gets really jealous…

Could possibly include JJ and reader dancing together 😝

Can end however you’d like! But I’d love to see your take on this idea!

Of course, if you’re busy or don’t feel like writing this, thats totally cool too, thanks!

I love this idea sm!! And thank you for the request!

Summary: A girl started flirting with you at the bar, JJ get jealous and comes to rescue you

Word Count: 937

Jealous JJ, fluff, kissing

Pairings: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Sorry it isn’t very long!!

Reader pov:

I’m sitting at my desk filling out an after action report for the case we just closed when I hear a door swing open and Rossi walk out.

“Okay I’m so done with reports and I’m sure you all are too, who’s up for a drink? I’m buying the first round!” He walks down to the lift after saying this and we all collectively scramble to put away our things.

“Ugh I’m so happy he saved us from that, our desks are so far away it’s u fair I couldn’t even talk to you.” I hear a familiar voice complain from behind me. I turn around to see my gorgeous girlfriend JJ.

“Agreed, now, let’s go I really need a drink.” She giggled at my response and clasped my hand in her own and we headed out the bau with the rest of the team.

Time skip to when they’re at the bar:

JJ pov:

“SHOTS OMG LETS DO SHOTS!” I hear Penelope yell over the loud music.

“Ooh yeah let’s do shots!” I hear Emily respond to her. They both head off to the bar to go get their respective drink while I stay seated still nursing my cocktail. Y/n was sitting to my right, Rossi was across from us, Spencer was next to him and the rest of the team was either at the bar or on the dance floor.

“Come dance with me Jayj, please!” My girlfriend pleaded with me, using her best puppy eyes. In all honesty I was far too tired to dance right now, and my cocktail hadn’t quite kicked in yet.

“Maybe in a bit babe, alright?” I hear her huff at my answer but comply nonetheless.

“Okay fine, I’m just going to dance with Derek first a bit then!” She cheerfully skips off and starts dancing with Derek. I giggle at the fact she peeled a girl off him just so they could dance together, he would not be happy about that.

I sit back in my chair a bit and watch as Penelope and Emily come back with the shits they ordered, clearly not just for themselves.

“We knew you’d say no to shits so we got you one anyway!” Emily explained as she sat a small glass in front of each of us, excluding Spence obviously. I put my glass down and picked up the smaller one with a questionably coloured liquid inside it but downed it with the rest of them anyway.

“Oh my god that’s.. oh god that strong.” I wince as the drink burn my throat. As I take a second to readjust to the sensation I look around and see y/n taking a break by the bar, but not with Morgan. A blonde who I’ve never seen before was cozying up to her side and whispering things in her ear. I could tell she was trying to ignore her but it still made my blood boil.

“Oh no, JJ’s jealous!” Rossi called out to everyone. Collectively all eyes then landed on my girlfriend and this woman at the bar.

“Oh damn JayJ she’s got your girl, what you gunna do?” I hear Morgan say to me as he walks up to the table.

“I’m going to wait a bit, see what happens.” Everyone shared a look that I didn’t care to analyse right now and went back to staring down this random blonde and sipping my drink.

After y/n was handed her drink she went back to the dane floor, I’m assuming to look for Derek, but instead she was met with two hands in her waist and a girl practicing grinding on her. That is my breaking point. She was visibly uncomfortable, what is with this girl?

“JJ!” Y/n shouted as she saw me approaching. I smiled sweetly at her and then glared at the woman now standing next her, with an arm resting on her hip.

“Uhm, who’s this?” The snarky girl asked. Y/n tried to sneak away from her to me but she was having none of it.

“I’m her girlfriend who are you?” The look of shock the flashed across this girls face was priceless. Instantly she let y/n/n go and she walked off.

“Hey are you okay?” I ask as she practically falls into my arms.

“Yeah I’m fine, just hated her.” I laughed at this then said, “You and me both. You’re mine, and no one else’s.” She looked into my eyes and gave me a small peck on the cheek and began to sway, with a shit eating grin on her face.

I smile at her antics and sway along with her. I pull her in by her hips and her arms find their way around my neck pulling my head to meet hers in a sweet kiss. Our lips moved together and it was like the world around us was drowned out. As if we were the only two people in this place, y/n/n had that effect on me. I tugged on her bottom lip and like clockwork she parted her lips to give my tongue entrance. We explored each other’s mouths like it was the first time again.

As we pulled away she smiled at me when her favourite song came on and her face lit up.

“OH MY GOD JAY WE HAVE TO DANCE TO THIS ONE!” I agree with her and we begin dancing together. Not with any real coordination, just enjoying ourselves.

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Omfg congrats on the 2222! I’m sure many more to come!

Alright , hear me out. This idea consumed my brain the entire weekend.

AU Stripper!Frankie

I know, kinda out of character for him, but I can’t help it.

I recently « stumble » upon Magic Men of Australia on tik tok and instantly my mind went to Frankie.

Reader could be at his show and he chose her to come up on stage … after that , you write what you want .

What do you think Cee ?

Sweet anon - I am saving the best for last! Ngl, I might have drooled several times while writing stripper!Frankie. I might also have blacked out when I first saw your ask, thank you for sending in this delicious request. I hope you enjoy this cheeky oneshot, because 1.4k does not count as a drabble 😂 This reminds me of my dearest LJ's @prolix-yuy SW!Frankie universe, do go read it if you haven't yet!

Frankie Morales x stripper AU

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 1460 words (sorry) | warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, bachelorette party (mis)behaviour, mentions of food

Okay, this is definitely not your scene.

The said scene being a rowdy bachelorette party in an intimate, soundproofed room draped in plush dark velvet and deep-seated sofas, disco lights pulsing in time with the booming bass that shakes your bones. 

And oh, and there’s a half-naked stripper gyrating to the music. Obviously.

Not that he doesn’t look good doing it. He absolutely does, and not in that chiselled, perfectly sculpted way you imagined all strippers would look like. He’s hot in a realistic way, if that makes sense - his arms are strong, his chest is broad and firm, but there’s just a touch of softness to his tummy that makes him human. 

It’s been a long, long time since you’ve seen a naked man. Heck, who are you kidding, when was the last time you even saw a topless man?

But he might as well be completely starkers. The shorts he’s wearing are glorified panties, paper thin, and they do nothing to conceal the fact that he’s hung. You can see the whole business, front and back. For someone as well packed as he is between the legs, his behind is endearingly flat, but mercifully, it doesn’t seem to compromise his balance in any way.

The lean muscles in his arms flex and roll when he locks his hands behind his head, thighs bulging with corded muscle as he plants his feet, and then he thrusts - his bulge swinging heavily, defying gravity. 

He’s got to be half-hard, at least. There’s no way he’s that big standing at ease, so to speak. 

Of course, the girls are going wild. They’re screaming and hyperventilating, Cosmpolitans sloshing over manicured nails and staining their dresses as they throw dollar bills at him. He obliges, crawling onto the couch on all fours so that they can tuck the cash into the waistband of his shorts, copping a feel as they do.

Frankie doesn’t mind it. He plays along, grabbing the bride-to-be’s wrist after she smacks him on the ass, shoving her back into the couch before clambering over her. Getting onto his knees, he dances right in her face, grinning when she squeals and reaches around his waist to grab both his ass cheeks as he rolls his hips.

His eyes slide over to you, sitting a polite distance away as the other girls crowd around him, getting close and personal, not wanting to miss out on the action.

You, on the other hand, look like you’d rather be curled up in the far corner with a book and a warm drink. But he can tell that you’re trying your best, sipping away at your cocktail (with an endearing wince that you try to hide when you swallow), and bobbing to the music even though you’re clearly feeling out of place around your more outgoing friends.

Being the quiet one out of the guys, he gravitates towards your energy. 

Frankie always makes sure all of his customers have a good time in his session and that no one is left out, but he also wants you to be comfortable. Quietening his hips, he hops off the couch, taking two steps towards you, watching as your eyes widen, as if you want to bolt.

One corner of his lips inching upwards, he unfurls his fingers towards you, and the smile widens when you fit your smaller hand in the heart of his palm with a shy one of your own. Pulling you gently onto your feet, he surprises you with a firm tug next, spinning you around with your back to his chest. 

You smell sweet, like shampoo and soap. Not letting go of your hand, he puts his other one on your hip, and you instantly stiffen when your friends screech in excitement, obviously not used to being the centre of attention. 

Hooking his chin on your shoulder, he sways you to the music, his hips snug against yours. He feels you inhale sharply when his breath skims your skin, the shiver that goes through you unmistakable. He revels in your reaction, far more real and intimate than your friends’ drunken wandering hands. 

You slowly thaw in his arms, the tension easing out of your shoulders where the straps of your pretty dress sit, and he knows that you don’t mean to tease when the swell of your ass brushes his front, bolder as you move your hips to the beat.

When the song draws to a close far too soon, he turns you around, wrapping one arm around your waist to dip you backwards. You let go of his hand to grasp the back of his neck on reflex, and he takes the opportunity to glide one palm up the smooth expanse of your leg, before hitching it around his waist.

He sees more than hears the whimper that slips past your lips, and he may or may not be half-hard when he presses his hips between your thighs.

As your friends holler and wolf-whistle around you, he holds your gaze, not missing how your pupils blow wide in the flashing lights.

Then you duck your head, and he lets you go, the bride-to-be demanding his attention.

You happily fade into the background again, but he catches the way your knees buckle when you wobble on your heels back to the sofa.

You’re fucking adorable. 

The guys are tallying the tips for the bookkeeper in the break room when Pope comes in with a phone in his hand. ‘Fish, one of your customers left this behind. Do you know whose it is?’

Tapping on the lock screen - he sucks in a breath when you appear, posing with a big golden retriever. Your face is turned up into the sun, eyes closed in mid-laugh as the dog licks you on your cheek.

With a grunt, Frankie gets on his feet, a dull ache in the small of his back, which always happens when he thrusts a bit too vigorously. Tucking the phone safely in his pocket, he grabs his jacket and strides out, not seeing the guys looking curiously after him as he tosses over his shoulder, ‘Send me her address, Pope, I’ll drop it off.’

You jump when your laptop wakes up with a shrill ringtone. Clicking the green button, your best friend’s voice comes through the speakers. 

‘Hon, the strip club just called. You left your phone there.’

With a groan, your palm meets your forehead in a smack. ‘Oh shit, it always happens when I drink! Should I go pick it up, or -’

‘Don’t worry, I gave them your address.’

‘Wait, what? You gave them my address?’

‘Relax, they’re strippers, not serial killers.’

You shift your feet nervously. ‘Do you know who’s coming?’

‘The one who danced for us today, you lucky bitch.’

Your heart almost leaps out of your mouth as you panic. ‘What the - but I’ve taken off all my make up and I’m not wearing a bra, and I got fucking chili on the stove -’

Your doorbell rings, and you whisper, ‘Shit, he’s here!’

‘Say hi to the hottie for me, babe! Night!’

Padding on bare feet towards the door, you take a deep breath, and reach for the knob.

Warm brown eyes meet yours, but not before they dart over your wet hair and pyjamas. You cross your arms self-consciously, knowing that he must have caught a glimpse of your nipples under your thin sleep shirt.

He smiles, handing you the phone. ‘Glad I caught you before you went to bed.’

Jesus H. Christ. It really is a blessing that you didn’t know what he sounded like when he had his clothes off - 

You barely manage to squeak, your cheeks heating up. ‘Thanks so much for bringing it by, it was so clumsy of me.’

He shrugs easily, his gray tshirt bunching with the movement. ‘Happens. You’ll be surprised what people leave behind.’

‘What?’ you prompt, curiosity piqued.

‘I don’t strip and tell,’ he winks. ‘I’m Frankie, by the way.’

A handshake seems redundant after your close encounter earlier, so you give him your name and a smile. You admit, ‘I almost didn’t recognize you.’

He taps the beak of his cap. ‘It’s the hat.’

‘I like you better with clothes on,’ you blurt out impulsively, the alcohol still running thick through your veins.

He chuckles. ‘You might be the only one.’

He glances over your shoulder, breathing in the smell of simmering beef mince and tomatoes. ‘Are you cooking chili?’

You bite your lip. ‘Guilty. Case of midnight munchies.’

‘It smells delicious,’ he compliments you, lingering by the doorway and making no move to leave.

Emboldened, you ask, ‘Do you want some? I made way too much, as usaul.’

He grins, and it goes straight to your head. ‘I’d love to.’

[sleepingsongbird]

Alrighty so I’m finally getting around to writing some modern au One Piece fic so I figured I should probably share some background for it!

Everything is set in one giant city and I have put way too much thought into this

City is roughly split up between the “four emperors”

The Grand Line(NE-SW) is the main commercial street that runs through the center of the city where every large group has a front. It intersects Red Street(NW-SE) which divides the territories. The Hospital sits at the East corner of where the Grand line and red street intersect.

Big mom’s pastries

The Red Force bar - cocktail bar

Kids repair shop

The Amazon Lily - Boa Hancock’s strip club

Rayleigh is a legal consultant and the only piece of neutral territory on the grand line

Marinefold- the Town hall sits dead center of Red street

Lodge square - located in the center in front of city hall

Pacifista church - run by Kuma, large mega church

Etc.

The Heart territory is a couple blocks in the East side that spans from Law’s apartment to the employee entrance of the hospital

All of the Hearts work either at the hospital or the Heart Club

Hearts are highly territorial despite being in Red Hairs area

The Hearts have tattoos but no markings on their medical uniforms

The large hospital where Law works is neutral territory and pretty much every doctor/surgeon there is affiliated with a group

The white coats of the doctors each have the symbol of their affiliated group embroidered with white thread. Each major group has at least one doctor that is deemed safe to go to

Kaido is a Yakuza group and Kin'emon’s group is the remnants of the Kozuki clan that are trying to retake the territory

East side is Red Hair

Locations-

Baratie- restaurant Sanji works at and common meeting place of the Straw Hats

Water 7- Large mechanic shop, Franky uses one of the workshops there for personal projects and to repair their Van(The Sunny)

The Heart Club- A below ground nightclub owned by Law

Patty’s bar- Run by Makino and frequented by Shanks

Mihawk’s Dojo- Zoro frequently trains there

Elegia recordings - Run by Shanks and started to Publish his daughter’s music

Uta started as a streamer then starting doing live performances once her popularity grew, she is often out of the city on tour

She is a very active protester and has been arrested multiple times

Soul KIng - Music supply shop owned by brook

Brook who was a famous musician who faked his death and moved into town to avoid the publicity (still very recognizable)

The straw hats live friends style with 3 apartments on the same floor. They are the local menaces and are constant up in everyone’s business

North Side is Kaido

Locations

Onigashima- Formally called the Kozuki theater was taken over by Kaido and turned into a club. Run by Orochi but paid for by Kaido. The daughter of Oden works undercover as a dancer.

Oden restaurant - Named after the late boss of the Kozuki family is run by his friends and son, current front to the Kozuki Yakuza group

DonQuixote Inc. headquarters- Center of Doffy’s operations and front for the family

Dressrosa Casino - run by Doflamingo. Hosts fights at its arena. Formerly run by the Riku family, Viola Riku currently sits on the board.

Punk Labs- Caesar’s lab, Donquixote is their parent company. Was formally run by Vegapunk.

Cipher pol - Government intelligence. Has agents stationed in every region

-Local occult shop run by Hawkins. Perona works part time doing seances

West side is Big Mom

Locations

Germa 66 publishing company- a well known action comic publishing company owned and run by Sanji’s family

Thriller Bark - Haunted house run by Gecko Moria

Zoo - Run by a wildlife conservation group called Zou

Drum University Campus - known for its medical programs ​

South side is Whitebeard

Locations

Local Police station

Alabasta Gallery - an upscale art gallery. Formerly run by the Nefertari family has recently become a front for the Baroque Works gang run by Crocodile selling counterfeit art

The family heir Vivi is a curator trying to gain evidence to take down Crocodile and restore the Gallery to its former glory.

Museum - has previously bought works from the prestigious Alabasta gallery. Robin works as a curator and researcher there.

The yami - dive bar run by Blackbeard

The coast(East Coast)

Impel Down- High security prison located on an island off the coast

Enies Lobby- an old mansion island now used for major celebrity and political events

The big top - an amusement park and circus located on the boardwalk. Run by Buggy. Alvida runs the big top in his absence.

Buggy is the primary informant in the city and also works as a clown at the local hospital to cheer up the patients and gather information.

The Barto Club - a bar and exclusive club dedicated to the strawhats gang. Run by Bartolomeo. Invitation only.

The Polar Tang- Luxury Yacht that Is outfitted with a full medical infirmary owned by the Hearts

Outskirts

Cocoyasi orchards - citrus farm owned by Nami’s family run by Nojiko

Baltago Cafe - front for the revolutionary army, an anarchistic group opposing the government. Koala is their head barista. Militia operations run by Dragon. Sabo is a member.

Feel free to use this as inspiration or setting for any fanfic or art just tag me so I can check it out!

[boggsart]

Hello everyone, long post ahead so beware

First of all, sorry for not being active, like...at all, i've been working my ass off, tryna finish all of my school projects, plus i've been overall just very busy in my so called "free time", so i haven't been able to create anything exciting.

This probably won't excite a lot of people, but i'm showing it anyway, cuz i've worked pretty hard on it, so here we go.

So for one of my classes, we were assigned to create our very own recipe books, and mine of course had to be sw themed. The task was to create a minimum of 8 pages (meaning 8 recipes) and design the pages to our liking. I choose cocktails, cuz these recipes barely have any text, so it wouldn't take the reader's attention away from the illustrations

Originally my recipe book was supposed to have 12 recipes: 4 jedi, 4 sith, and 4 clone battalions. As you can probably already tell, i haven't had the time to finish the sith pages (nor draw the missing glasses lmao), so Maul's just sitting there all alone lmao (if i would've had the time, the 3 remaining pages would've had Vader, Sidious and Dooku). I also haven't had the time to finish the last clone battalion page, that would've had Cody, Waxer and Boil.

I know there are some major canonical (let's not talk about the anatomical ones lmao) innacuracies, the whole thing is a mess and everything is unfinished (the book doesn't even have a table of contents, let alone a cover lmao) but the work that i've had to put into this, to have it be 80% finished by the due date (while i've had other classes and projects too) is insane.

So i hope at least one person will appreciate this lmao

[tiptapricot]

The HRT scene in SWs must b fucking wild. Smuggling rings of contraband hormones for like fifty different species and you get ur cocktail out of the grimy back of a speeder from a guy with seven eyes and four sets of top surgery scars

[alysezzpo]

May 23, 2024 - #1

SW: 357 lbs/ 161 kg (2024 relapse)

LW: 195 lbs/ 88.4 kg

𖢻 ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 𖢻

Today's Weigh in: 339.2 lbs/ 153.8 kg

BMI: 54.7 (Obesity Class lll)

Total Weight Lost: 13 lbs/ 5.8 kg

Weight Left Until Next GW (325 lbs): 14.2 Ibs/ 6.4 kg

Time Left Until GW Deadline (June 5th): 14 days

WEIGHT LEFT UNTIL ULTIMATE #1 (288 lbs): 51.2 lbs/ 23.2 kg

𖢻 ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 𖢻

Yesterday went well. I managed to stay under 1,000 cal like the plan has been.

Breakfast:

• 1/2 Cup, light syrup fruit cocktail (60)

•2 tbsp, sour cream (60)

• 4 tbsp, salsa (medium) (20)

• 2 servings, burritos (580)

Total: 720 cals

Today my husband will be home and I’m going to my sisters graduation so there will be walking. I’ve been fasting all day in order to eat dinner tonight with my family. The plan is to eat tilapia and macaroni, rice, and steamed vegetables. This will definitely go over 1,000 cals (about 1,200) but I will be walking a lot of it off so I’m not worried. Will fast tomorrow.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Star Wars Cocktails: the Malastare Mule

Zillo Beast got you down? Drown your sorrows in this sweet-sour cocktail topped with a sprinkle of spice so you can really get kriffed up!

Recipe below the cut.

Cocktail masterlist

Ingredients

Crushed ice 1/2 oz/ 15 ml lime juice 1-1/2 oz/45 ml tamarind vodka 2 oz/40 ml ginger beer Kessel spice, or Chamoy powder if you don't have a spice runner on speed dial

Methods

Build in the glass. Add ice, lime juice, and tamarind vodka; stir. Top with ginger beer and a sprinkle of Chamoy powder.

[hiddenbeks]

oc + random associations

tagged by @hibernationsuit thank youuuuu <3

tagging @famewolf @gwynbleidd @magicmissiled @rosykims if you feel like doing this!!

gonna do this for liah bc we are in kotor mode rn!!

animal: tiger, white shark, dragonfly

colors: black, red, grey, Jedi Browns™

month: march

songs: meet me in the woods - lord huron, paint the sky with blood - bodom after midnight, stockholm syndrome / butterflies and hurricanes - muse

number: 2. also 9

plants: rainflower, cactus, iris

scents: peppermint, citrus... sweat?

gemstone: aragonite, rainbow obsidian, serpentine

time of day: dawn

season: spring

places: gyms and sparring rooms, busy cantinas, forgotten temples, inside an old spaceship, windy plains

food: protein bars, instant noodles, this specific chicken recipe i came upon, anything with chicken really,

drinks: coke, protein shakes, cocktails, lum ale

element: water

seasonings: coriander, salt, black pepper

sky: just before sunrise when the sky is turning from dark blue to purple... like this

weather: partially cloudy with strong wind. cool but not cold

magical power: telekinesis

weapons: double-bladed lightsaber, heavy blaster rifle

candy/sweets: mint and peppermint pastilles, fruit-flavored chewy toffee

method of long distance travel: the ebon hawk (preferably chilling while somebody else does the flying), whatever the sw speeder equivalent of a really cool motorcycle is

art style: expressionism, modernism

fear: herself, loss of sense of self, being controlled

mythological creature: phoenix

piece of stationery: 2B pencil

three emojis: 💥🫠☄️

celestial body: pluto

[mental-mario]

Over the Borderline and Over the Rainbow Road

Salutations! I hope this post finds you well. (One of my pet peeves is the hope this email finds you well thing. Not sure why, but probably just a dumb quirk of mine! Let me know in comments or message some of your worst pet peeves!)

I want to thank our new friend thepokecutie for coming aboard! You're early; not wrong! So grab a controller and your antidepressant of choice, and get ready for this thing to take off!

I have seen some other "likes" over the days, and while I want to say thank you for those, I also encourage you to click the Follow button and become a "follower" (another pet peeve term I hate; I prefer to think of us as friends...with benefits, depending on what cocktail - pun intended - of meds we're on!)

So today, I feel like talking about an aspect or two of BPD, and I'm playing Mario Kart 64 while pondering over this. I have a shameful confession to make: I have not yet played Mario Kart 8, even though I do have it now, thanks to your generous tips. I love all your tips, big and small, though I gotta admit I prefer them big! Anyway, I plan to play MK8 soon, and I invite you to friend me on Switch as well so perhaps we can run some races together! Maybe we can even race the old rainbow road course from N64!

SW - 4419 - 5159 - 3401 is my friend code.

I haven't played any Mario Kart since Wii because that game was just boring and formulaic. Too many blue shells made each race rather predictable and felt more like a demo than an actual game, if that makes sense.

So a major reason why living BPD sucks is because of the fall-out from impulsive behavior and compulsive lying. Many such behaviors got me fired from lots of jobs, including professional ones, and almost cost me my marriage and access to my kids (I often can't believe it hasn't!) as well as almost getting me arrested on several occasions (again, I can't believe it didn't). I have lied, cheated, stole, and lived overall passive aggressive, especially loving covert revenge against people I PERCEIVE are against me. Cost myself many potential good friendships and relationships. Very typical to push others away and self sabotage before I could be rejected by others.

I can get into more specifics down the road, but I would love to hear from you and some of your struggles with mental health in general and BPD if you have it as well. Or maybe you think you just got it all together?? I want to be friends with you too! Especially if you're rich! So friend me, and I'll see you on the track!

...Also, I just binged a half a bottle of expired fiber gummies.

[realtorjamier]

D.C’s Best Picnic Spots!

Where to go, what to bring

Dining al fresco in D.C. doesn’t have to break the bank. In fact, if you want to avoid making reservations, waiting in line and eating elbow-to-elbow with strangers, planning a picnic is a great alternative. There are so many scenic (Instagram-worthy) spots to throw down a blanket and enjoy this simple and charming tradition. Here we’re sharing some of the best places in D.C. for a picnic – as well as some tips to make your picnic pleasant for all involved.

Hauling your provisions 

Although traditional picnic baskets are cute, your best bet is to purchase a modern, sensible picnic backpack since activities in D.C. typically involve walking some distance from your car or taking the metro and hauling a heavy hand-held basket will be cumbersome. Check Amazon for some great options. You can find backpacks with comfortable padded straps and efficiently organized compartments for cutlery, plates, napkins, a cooler, a blanket and more. You might want to invest in two backpacks and share the load with a friend.

Picnic food ideas

Reimagine the ordinary sandwich, chips, and soda. Take it up a notch and serve baguettes; or take it up two notches with quiche, charcuterie boards, fancy salads, and refreshing cocktails. Make sure most of your meal consists of finger foods (easy to eat) so you don’t have to worry about multiple plates/cutlery. And don’t forget dessert! 

Another culinary option: order food-to-go from your favorite D.C. restaurant. You’ll still need a method to transport it to your picnic destination, but letting someone else prepare and pack the meal will involve less work on your end.

Don’t forget to pack

Sunscreen

Anti-bacterial wipes

Wet naps

Garbage bags

Bug spray

Places to picnic

We’re providing some tried-and-true venues here, but there are so many more possibilities. Wherever your destination, make sure you learn about parking options (or Metro stops) in advance. Also, do a little research to make sure your spot is picnic friendly and open for visitors.

Between Constitution and Independence Ave., SW

Known as “America’s Front Yard,” this iconic spot is punctuated by the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument and flanked by Smithsonian museums. The long, grassy swath is often crowded, but people-watching can be just as fun as gazing at the patriotic landmarks.

1100 Ohio Drive SW

Located at the southern tip of East Potomac Park between the main branch of the Potomac River and the Washington Channel, Hains Point offers beautiful views of the Potomac River, the Anacostia River and the Washington Channel. It’s an ideal spot for bird watching and also has a playground and restrooms. A four-mile loop allows you to take in the many different species of cherry trees while hiking or biking. 

Located on the Potomac River and accessible by George Washington Memorial Parkway

This 90-acre island is a memorial to America’s 26th president and features miles of trails through wooded uplands and swampy bottomlands. Ranger-led programs are available. 

16th Street and W Street NW

A spectacular cascading fountain, reflecting pool, statues, and more will be your backdrop at Meridian Hill Park (also known as Malcolm X Park). If you’re there on a Sunday afternoon, you’ll most likely be able to watch a full-blown weekly drum circle party starting at 3 p.m., a tradition that began in the 1960s.

The Yards Park (and Dancing Fountains)

355 Water Street SE

This public space along the Anacostia River has gardens, water features, a dog run, a boardwalk and a shaded overlook.

Wisconsin and K St., NW

This 10-acre park curves along the Potomac River shoreline and includes a large fountain, benches, overlooks and large open lawn areas. A labyrinth with geometric turns encourages quiet contemplation as you wind your way from the outer edge to the center. Stadium-like steps leading to the river edge are a favorite place for picnickers. 

Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden

Independence Ave. SW and 7th St. SW

The sculpture garden is free to enter, offering more than 30 works of contemporary and modern art displayed year-round — and picnics are permitted.

[steph3824]

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