#bipoc in wine

[helloitsjoan]

Another successful Sunday of drinking wine for me and friends at Public Records 🍷

[helloitsjoan]

yes, i've been called young dionysus by my wine community 🍷💜

dionysus you have to stop. your robe too purple. your curls too divine, your manic swag too different. they will kidnap you.

[rapscallion-rumble]

The Main Solar System Planets (along with certain Moons)

You can't forget Pluto, too!

I drew these months ago, around October. I even drew other Dwarf Planets and asteroids in the system, but I can only upload 10 pictures at a time. Don't worry though, I'll be uploading them here soon!

I put a bit of my own personal spins to the designs here, like how I personally see Venus as more masculine as the morning star. So my version of Venus is a trans man and, in turn, Mars is a trans woman. I also see Jupiter and Saturn as brothers, as well.

I have a lot to say, but I don't want to bog down this post already, so feel free to ask me any questions.

[ineffable-doll]

Sick of music that’s always about sex and romance? Me too, man!

Thankfully, there’s TONS of music out there that isn’t. Here are some artists with songs I LOVE LOVE LOVE that aren’t about either of those things to diversify your musical subject matter!

(Every artist is also either BIPOC, queer, or both!)

*Links lead to Spotify, but their music is available on all the other usual platforms, too!

Janani K. Jha 📚🏺

Vibe: like devouring an entire fantasy series in a weekend then blinking awake and realizing the rest of the world still exists somehow and you’re no longer sure what to do with your life

Library Card

Machine Learning

Two Roads

Vienna Teng 🌄🎹

Vibe: like life is a series of ups and downs and you’re softly clinging to hope because there really is so much beautiful about the world that makes it worth living

Never Look Away

Homecoming (Walter’s Song)

The Tower

AURORA ✨️🌙

Vibe: like frolicking barefoot in an early autumn wood with nymphs and fairies and harmonizing with the moon

Blood in the Wine

Runaway

Some Type of Skin

Amythyst Kiah 🪕🌇

Vibe: like whispered confessions that became declarations and using a banjo to try and discover who you are

Firewater

Chained to the Rhythm

Play God and Destroy the World

Mon Rovîa 🫂🌿

Vibe: like being told you’re not alone, and everything will be okay, just lay your head here and rest

City on a Hill

crooked the road.

To Watch the World Spin Without You

MALINDA 🏞💞

Vibe: like sitting by a river, following your dreams even though life is so so hard, and learning to love yourself

Love Letter

It's All True

Everything I Need

Enny Owl 🦉⛰️

Vibe: like hearing a forested mountainside sing you a lullaby as you lay in a bed of moss

Lifeboat

House on a Garden

Mother Earth

Please give these artists a try, they’re all incredible and deserve so much love! Share your favorite songs that aren’t about sex or romance in the tags and comments!

[adamsmasher]

Okay it's after 1am and I've had a lot of wine so obviously it's time for a late night wall-of-text post, but this time it's less likely to piss off your weird uncle or whatever because once again, I gotta talk about the best $4.99 a month I've ever spent.

Please, if you haven't yet, I'm begging you to look into all of the incredible content available on the Dropout.tv streaming service (formerly known as College Humor) . Not only did Whose Line Is It Anyway's Wayne Brady say that the Dropout crew are the only ones doing improv comedy on the same level as Whose Line, but they were also one of the only studios/streaming services allowed to work during the writers' strike because their contracts went above and beyond industry standards. (And, from my own observations, Dropout LOVES hiring queer, trans/nonbinary, and BIPOC performers + crew. Obviously I don't know much about the industry, but they seem like one of the most inclusive companies in Hollywood.)

"Alex, thanks for the recommendation! What shows do they have that you think I'll like?" Oh, you're asking me to gush about my favorite tv shows? Don't mind if I do!!!

Are you D&D curious, but took one look at actual play shows like Critical Role and thought "6 hours an episode? and there's like 750 episodes or whatever? oh baby not my adhd ass..." Don't worry, me too (sorry CR I love you I promise). But Dropout has a show called "Dimension 20" where comedians play Dungeons and Dragons with emotional, immersive storytelling, gut-busting laughs, and spectacular set design that makes you forget it's a fully improvised series controlled by the roll of the dice. They even did a miniseries perfect for D&D beginners called "Dungeons and Drag Queens" where absolute novices and Drag Race royalty Jujubee, Monet X Change, Alaska Thunderfuck, and Bob the Drag Queen embark on an adventure full of mystery, intrigue, and stupidity. I mean, Alaska plays a muscle-bound, axe-wielding, caveman-grunting Orc named Princess, what more could you want? Plus, the primary game master Brennan Lee Mulligan is so easy on the eyes. Oh, you're not into dorky ginger dudes? How about Aabria Iyengar, a 6 foot tall goddess who's equally as nerdy as Brennan but loves basketball. that's right, if nothing else, there's eye candy for every person in every season.

"Oh, why aren't there any good game shows on TV?" you wonder, wishing that the Game Show Network could come up with something that isn't a lame remake of a free-to-play phone game. Well how about Game Changer, "the only game show where the game changes every show (except for [...] Game of Games, Taskmaster, and a few others that have come to light AFTER [Game Changer first aired]. That's right, [the] players have no idea what game it is they're about to play. The only way to learn is by playing, the only way to win is by learning, and the only way to begin is by beginning." And yes, I did sit there and watch the beginning of an episode to make sure I was accurately quoting Game Changer host (and Dropout CEO) Sam Reich's description of his flaghship game show that has THREE separate spin-offs. (for context, he only mentions the other shows that copied his in the one episode I pulled up to get an accurate quote. could you imagine how uncomfortable it would be if he said that every episode? hah!)

Are you more of a traditional Whose Line fan? Look no further than Game Changer spin-off Make Some Noise, where contestants act out "improvisational prompts that [they have] never seen before, isn't that right contestants?" ("We won't know if we've seen them before or not until we see them!" Brennan insists every time he's on...)

You like musicals but wish they were less... ya know, scripted? Check out "Play It By Ear", a fully improvised musical! (you may be familiar with its primary cast members Jess McKenna and Zach Reino from the podcast that inspired it all, "Off Book: the Improvised Musical Podcast with Zach and Jess")

Or maybe you're more into trivia, cuz you're a total nerd like me (and every single performer that's ever appeared on dropout.tv). How about "Umm, Actually" where contestants are given an incorrect statement and have to buzz in to correct it - but you have to say "Umm, Actually" first!

Straight up, you can't go wrong on Dropout. Please, check it out. They're nearly doubling the amount of original shows they have in 2024, and no other streaming service is doing it like them. If I haven't convinced you yet, get the 7 day trial and give em a chance. There's no referral code I can give you that gives me some sort of kickback or whatever, I genuinely wrote what looks like a thousand word essay about Dropout at 1am just because I love them so much.

[jgroffdaily]

Willkommen and bienvenue to another round of anonymous Tony voters debating the merits of this year’s nominations, with Stereophonic and Hell’s Kitchen leading the marquees with 13 nominations each. Despite all the mothers, rock-and-roll doyens, and Waystar Royco employees trying to lure us to the Theater District, our two veteran Tony voters aren’t overly enthralled by the season. They think it’s one of the strongest years for plays in recent memory. But for musicals? Eh, maybe some shouldn’t have made the transfer from across the pond. And while Stereophonic and Merrily We Roll Along are destined for further greatness, the voters don’t think being a Hollywood star guarantees an acting trophy. Ahead of the June 16 ceremony at Lincoln Center, they weighed in on where they stand and why.

Best Performance by a Leading Actor in a Musical

Brody Grant — The Outsiders Jonathan Groff — Merrily We Roll Along Dorian Harewood — The Notebook Brian d’Arcy James — Days of Wine and Roses Eddie Redmayne — Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club

Voter 1: There are three exceptional performances in this category. Brody and Brian are extraordinary, but my vote is going to Jonathan. His performance is the best of the year in any category, actually. He manages to make, on paper, a character who might be very unlikable and turn him into a complex human being who makes some pretty awful choices, and yet we understand the humanity behind those choices. It’s a staggering achievement.

Voter 2: My winner is Jonathan. That character is a total jerk the way it’s written, but he makes him completely sympathetic and it’s a beautiful performance. But I do want to say it’s an interesting list of names. I would’ve put money on Brian because that was an amazing performance. I probably would’ve predicted Eddie, even though it was a very divisive performance. I thought it was very stylized. I thought, Okay, you know what? That’s a choice. He was just sort of there for me, but I suspected he would get nominated because it’s one of “those” roles. Brody is saddled with two of the worst wigs on Broadway — he overcame them. The one glaring omission here is the star of Tommy, Ali Louis Bourzgui. That kid is a star. He’s so magnetic. I was enraptured from start to finish and I don’t understand why he’s not included.

Best Revival of a Musical

Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club Gutenberg! The Musical Merrily We Roll Along The Who’s Tommy

Voter 1: Merrily, Merrily, Merrily. I do think it’s disappointing that the one specifically BIPOC musical, The Wiz, was excluded. I’ll say that. I’m disappointed that it was snubbed. But for me, it’s Merrily in a walk. I really liked it downtown and I fucking loved it uptown.

Voter 2: Merrily. It’s always been my favorite. I know it’s the Stephen Sondheim black sheep show, but this is the best production I’ve ever seen and I think it’s the best production you will ever see. It finally works. There’s a lot of good you can say about these four shows, but Merrily is without question the one for me.

Best Performance by a Featured Actor in a Musical

Roger Bart — Back to the Future Joshua Boone — The Outsiders Brandon Victor Dixon — Hell’s Kitchen Sky Lakota-Lynch — The Outsiders Daniel Radcliffe — Merrily We Roll Along Steven Skybell — Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club

Voter 1: This is another great category. I loved Steven and really loved Brandon. I thought both of the guys from The Outsiders were wonderful, but I’m all about Daniel. His delivery of “Franklin Shepard, Inc.” is award-worthy just for that song. Watching him grow as a stage actor has been a privilege. He’s one of the biggest stars in the world and he keeps coming back to the stage. In this production, he just takes it all to another level. It’s spectacular.

Voter 2: I’ll end up going with Daniel, but Steven, oh my God. I’m thinking about his performance and I’m almost crying again. Ron Rifkin won for that role in the last Cabaret revival. It’s definitely one of those roles that gets you noticed. But Tony nominators have had a habit of ignoring Daniel, so I was so happy they nominated him. He’s a fantastic stage actor. This isn’t a brag, but I’ve seen everything he’s done in New York on and off Broadway, and he gets better every time. His “Franklin Shepard, Inc.”? He’s singing the 11 o’clock number at 8:30. Come on. That’s a pretty tall order. Oh, I totally forgot about Back to the Future. I’m surprised Roger got in there.

Best Performance by a Featured Actress in a Musical

Shoshana Bean — Hell’s Kitchen Amber Iman — Lempicka Nikki M. James — Suffs Leslie Rodriguez Kritzer — Monty Python’s Spamalot Kecia Lewis — Hell’s Kitchen Lindsay Mendez — Merrily We Roll Along Bebe Neuwirth — Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club

Voter 1: You won’t be surprised given all my Merrily love, but it’s Lindsay. She recently got married — Jonathan was the officiant and Daniel was the ring bearer. That’s how close they’ve become as friends, and that chemistry and love they have for one another is so evident onstage. Lindsay is really funny and sour; she oozes sarcasm, and yet she allows us to see the pain behind all the armor. In the final Merrily scene, we witness her innocence and her hopefulness in a way that I don’t think anyone sees coming. It’s acting at the highest level.

Voter 2: Even though I love Merrily and Lindsay here, I’m inclined to vote for Kecia for Hell’s Kitchen. I didn’t love the show, but she was one of the reasons I liked it. Oh my gosh, her voice. She anchors the show in a lot of ways. She’s also one of those actors who’s always been around and doing fantastic work. She made her Broadway debut at age 18 in Dreamgirls, playing Effie. This show is just another reminder of her talents. It’s not like we should give Tonys for longevity or lifetime achievement, but I feel like this is just another reminder of, Yes, Kecia is fantastic. That might put me over the top for her.

[gray-r-regan]

Right now, out there somewhere is a man sitting on his floor listening to Glen Phillips, drinking cheap wine, and using a dollar-store paper towel roll for padding under the edges of a piece of cut mesh, self-conscious about there being no blinds on any of his windows because the blinds are covered in ladybug pheromones.

The whole thing feels like an Elizabeth Crane novel.

He loves her; he does not want to live in one of her novels (though he does pray to Hello Kitty when Godzilla is unavailable).

It's me. I'm the man.

This is a cautionary tale about not ever buying a hundred-year-old house in Illinois.

I haven't been able to work on my book in a week.

Fml(adybugs).

...

He imagines himself in Little House on the Prairie, he is Caroline, holding down the goddamn fort, the disabled child, he is Making Do with dolls made of corn husks and potato sacks.

He is literally scrubbing out the hearth.

He exists in a racist, sexist society chock full of abused minorities and wars on BIPOC.

He has no money for Christmas (or bills) and he is Worried About It.

He wants to go home.

He would get a job and pay off the moving debt but there is The Disabled Child and bonus! This Caroline is ALSO DISABLED

All that's really missing is getting dysentery and dying!

He is so fucking tired.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

https://www.tumblr.com/youraverageaemondsimp/740118212457447424/married-au-modern-aemond-x-bipoc-reader-in-which

you know what? fuck it! part 2's ideas came faster than expected. things are heating up here. 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

"oh god, my love! look at this pretty pink juicy pussy! all for me!" he growled, as he latched his lips on his wife's petals with delight. his wife, of course, was denied the ability to protect her petals, as her legs was spread out on a chair.

had it been in the past, she would have hesitated. but now, she was nude with her straps to her silky dress untied and bunched up to her waist. her silky undergarment was gone and she was forced to experience the delights of her husband's clever tongues. she closed her eyes, leaned back, swallowed and licked her lips, as she cried out her moans with delight and giggling with happiness at her husband's playful nips. of course, he did not forget her soft breasts and nipples. she could feel his nails gently scraping her nipples while squeezing her soft breasts. of course, she could not impede him from doing such erotic actions, as her hands were restrained above her in that metallic chair that was installed in that sex dungeon. finally, she felt her husband impale her several times, coming inside her before giving a soft kiss on her scaly forehead, as she transformed into a demon, filled with literal hunger for flesh.

ever since they both did it for the first time, they could not help but feel an increased trust in one and another. both of them were noted to be much happier by their family members.

"you're glowing, brother!" said aegon, over his cup of wine.

"shut up!" he growled, eyeing his blushing bride.

of course, their sex lives did not come without careful premeditated steps. they could not be as reckless as other couples, such as doing it out of the blue. nevertheless, that did not prevent them from becoming incredibly creative.

there was that one time where he took her to one of the luxury hotels he owned, complete with security intact, and had his ways with her. of course, it wasn't without safety precautions.

to prevent him from being scratched, he'd tie his wife's wrists behind her back before untying the straps of her dress, revealing her delicious soft breasts and her small bra only covering her nipples.

"tch! tch! tch! you are very naughty, aren't you my love?" he tutted, pinching one of the pointy nipples that was peeking through her bra.

"ah!" she gasped, throwing her head back, leaning against her husband's shoulder. she moaned as her husband kissed her lovingly.

"you have been a naughty girl indeed. and i need to punish you. is that understood, my dear?" said aemond silkily.

"yes, my dear," she whispered.

she closed her eyes, as she her husband's fingers untie her bra, revealing her soft large breasts that was desperate to be squeezed. aemond's mouth watered, as he eyed her soft breasts with tiny peaks. it felt as if he was untying a beautifully erotic gift.

as for her nipples, they were desperate to be pinched and devoured with his mouth, played with his tongue and bitten with his teeth. finally, for her pussy, she could feel it being slowly exposed by his clever fingers. she cried out in pleasure as her husband cupped her pussy with his large palm before cleverly thumbed that bundle of nerves that was hidden behind a thick curly bush. soon, her pussy ached and needed to be impaled by her husband. but she could only alleviate that ache by rocking her hips against her husband's hand. despite his tender caresses on her womanhood, it wasn't enough. as she was about to cry out her release, her husband pulled away.

"tch! tch! tch! not yet, my love," he tutted, kissing her again.

she then felt herself being carried to a leather sofa where the curtains were withdrawn. she protested a bit.

"relax, my wife," said aemond kissing her gently, "they are tinted".

he then looked at her and said, "now, be a good girl and let me have my way with you, my love".

she nodded and swallowed. her breasts was then cupped by his large hands while his thumbs playfully flicked her tiny little peaks. she closed her eyes and series of soft breasts could be heard escaping from her plump lips as she arched her back and pushed more of her tingling breasts into her husband's hands. an ache could then be felt on her nipples, something that aemond took advantage of by pinching and twisting them and suckling on them, leading to a shot of ache to further bloom on her aching pussy.

"ah! mmfh!" she cried, as her husband dominated her mouth, using his tongue to explore every inch of her mouth.

her husband then forcefully spread her legs open and latched his mouth on her pussy, suckled hard, using his fingers to flick against her swollen pussy.

she arched her back, her nipples pointed up in the air, as she thrashed around, begging for a release. her heels that wasn't taken off dug into her husband's toned shoulders. she cried and cried to the gods above but her husband was way too relentless. sweat dotted her forehead before she squirted out her essence.

"aemond!" she cried.

he laughed as he kissed her swollen lips.

"are you ready now, my love?" he whispered against her lips.

she knew what it meant and nodded against him. she then felt him lay her on that soft master bed of theirs before kissing her tenderly on the lips again. he breathed in her scent before whispering, "i'll see you in the morning, my love".

he kissed her forehead before tying a cloth in her mouth and across her eyes. at first she felt nothing. every atom in her body tensed in anticipation. she then felt it. the trailing of her husband's warm and loving kisses on her spine and the wrapping of his arms around her soft body from the back. she sighed through the gag and leaned into his touch, enjoying his warmth and love enveloping her. he then gave a few gentle strokes on her wet pussy one last time before inserting himself inside her.

she could feel herself being stretched open by her husband. his cock meeting the opening of her womb. and that was when she felt it. her husband's relentless ramming of his thighs against her buttocks. he grunted in an animalistic manner, as he bit her neck. despite his violence, she could feel every inch of his affections in each and every action. she threw her head back and growled. she could feel the sharpening of her teeth. she tried to turn around and sink them on her husband's cheeks but her husband has pulled her hair back, preventing her from attacking him. as for the sharpening of her teeth, there was no chance for her to sink them on her husband, due to the gag. soon, the scales crawled on every inch of her flesh, covering her soft skin.

her breasts quivered. her nipples hardened. she thrashed. and she could feel her husband's warm and sticky seed filling her belly, as she completed her transformation.

just in time for aemond to be in the other side of the room, watching his wife behave in a completely out of control manner with her back arched and hardened nipples pointing in the air. he then wondered if he could fuck her while she was in her monstrous form. he then began to wonder on how they looked like if they were filled with milk. he almost came at that thought, as he stroke his manhood and watch his wife writhe, scream and struggle in her beautifully nude form with her silver scales gleaming in the moonlight and her bindings.

the next morning, while they were out for their honeymoon, the cleaners were incredibly shocked on the sight before them, wondering on how hard aemond and his wife were fucking, given the series of broken furniture they had to clean up, at his order.

I LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO SAY THIS IS LITERALLY ME RN:

I'M SO FERAL.

[neetpop]

Incoming rant about Democratic Socialists of America (DSA)

So I have been active in my regional DSA for the past four years (just to respect anyone mentioned directly indirectly or accidentally herein I won't say exactly where in the United States this is). mostly i have worked with regard to unions, tenant organizing, and community protections that could exist if police and prisons were abolished. I realize I am an idealist but I also just like trying unconventional things and talking things out w others because it feels right and Because I Can and I would rather not Wallow in Existential Despair. In my organizing I really value base building, accessibility, bipoc, feminism, lgbtq, reevaluation counselling, and liberation theory.

Basically I was in the nominations to go to the Chicago convention until the bitter end. They only voted this other guy in by a margin because he is the Democratic Party's butt boy and people play favorites within our organization. I have been shouted down and disrespected by DSA numerous times and my closest associates in DSA know this. They have my loyalty and trust as I see them acting out of good faith. But I feel sad and ticked off at so many others, even if they are in good faith a lot of us still don't think clearly or we are distracted by trying to survive and have certain privileges. I was actually out there on the field and this guy is riding the coattails of the people who were in DSA, who took over the Democratic town council and then cut ties with DSA all at once.

And on top of that DSA has serious leadership who are vocally pro Israel. So sorry, but at that point I can't help getting a bad taste in my mouth. Like we should expect Better from this organization.....I can't help but attribute the shittiness to DSA itself there is no ethical consumption under capitalism etc.

.....?! SMH makes me so sad as a working class person. I am looking forward to a future with real focus on real class power, I just wanted to go to the convention for the educational and networking purposes and I definitely don't want to stay bummed about it :)

Just throwing this out there to Tumblr land maybe we can commiserate about problematic praxis within DSA and liberal jerks and tankies or just people who WONT ORGANIZE. Overall imho we are all doing a really good socialism for once!!! I hope maybe others can read my story and not feel discouraged because this one organization is iffy.

I will also say you do not have to pay dues long term to stay in DSA I let it try one of my old cards and I got the email that I failed to renew, but also that I was a card carrying DSA member until over a year from that day. Because turns out wow it is a socialist organization and they sure as hell don't need your lunch money. Just as a sidebar.

Ty for reading this post that is all over the place. I am gonna drink some wine 😁🍷

[humminglines]

One of my biggest fears of moving was the fact that we wouldn’t have a built in set community because I left the church earlier this year. We wouldn’t have what seems like automatic friends the moment you walk into the chapel. I was afraid that no one would talk with us and we would just become more names on a list.

This small town has done nothing short of welcome us with open arms. The problems with the house flooding have helped us get to know our neighbors as they’ve jumped to help us time and time again. The small coffee shop makes some of the best coffee I’ve ever tasted and their dirty chai brings warmth to my soul. The library has queer and bipoc representation books and even some smut haha! The local pizza joint makes some of the best buffalo chicken pizza I’ve ever had. The liquor store has some of the nicest people I’ve met and this older gentlemen and I bonded over our wine selections. (I’ve since realized I am not a wine person.)

I can’t wait to get more involved in the community once we move back into our house. I’ve already applied to volunteer at the library! I want to get one of those “take one, leave one” little library stands. I want to have the neighbors over for dinner to repay the kindness they’ve shown in droves.

Last night as the sun disappeared I could almost cry from the joy and peace I felt watching our neighborhood band together to shovel the sidewalks and everyone’s driveways on our street. Kids were helping their parents and singing and laughing. It was like a movie.

I love our little house on our little street in our little town.

[calleochonewscom]

Miami is Wade County all over again: Join Dwyane Wade's incredible celebration

[helloitsjoan]

Another weekend of natural wine tasting 🍷✨

[house-of-crows]

These were all made in Quarantine with 2 Natives; one Midwestern meat-bicycle wielding anti-industrialist dude & one Rich Girl type; a burned-out white-girl-with-dreads "hippie" (who turned hyper-conservative during quarantine and left the house so she no longer had to keep the bubble), an Alt NB Queer who ran the local Queer Goth Prom, and a Queer DID-Having former party bitch (moi) and our semi-autonomous BIPOC housemate who mostly kept to himself and did not participate in our shenanigans.

The Anti Industrialist used to steal my Java Monster to use as milk replacement when his quarts went sour and enjoyed tormenting us with odd concoctions (he cooked amazing food to make up for the prank drinks though and we loved him for it) and he wrote half of these so... consume with caution

--- CURSED DRINKS OF THE REALM ---

The Bleach Shot:

1oz Vodka 1oz Gin 1oz Everclear, garnish with lemon twist

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The Four Horsemen:

1oz Scotch or Bourbon 1oz White Wine 1oz Vodka or Pink Whitney 1oz Midori

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The UWU Shot:

1 shot of Kahlua topped with Tequila Rose

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Then Perish:

2oz Fireball 1oz Vodka garnish with a hot sauce & rock salt rim

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The Double Dog Dare aka Liquid Anti-Christ:

1oz Vodka 1 oz Everclear 1oz Gin 1oz Bourbon 1oz white wine

Top with as much offbrand Blue Typhoon Hawaiian Punch as the glass will hold, and remember... if you spew you lose.

ACTUALLY DECENT, JUST LOOKS AWFUL:

Ditch Water:

1 32oz can of pineapple juice 1 2L of Canada Dry ginger ale 1 375ml of Seagram's Extra Dry Gin Half bottle of Apple Wine and/or Hard Cider

Top with crushed mint and a hint of basil, fresh strawberries, and a mixed bag of frozen fruit as ice cubes.

Looks like hell, but it tastes amazing.

anyways . who wants to see some atrocious cocktail recipes i came up with running on 2 hours of sleep.

[sistahscifi]

Reading the middle-grade duology Wildseed Witch and it's sequel, Charmed Life, perfect reads as we enjoy spring weather!!! 

We are so excited discuss the series with Marti Dumas during the next Sistah Scifi Wine Down Wednesday!!!! Register here: @sistahscifi | www.sistahscifi.com | https://sistahscifi.com/pages/events | https://sistahscifi.com/products/wildseed-witch-wildseed-witch-book-1-by-marti-dumas. 

Reposted @the.book.nerd.fox 🌼 

🌸 Thank you @momteacherwriter @abramskids and @tlcbooktours for the gifted copy of the book. 

🌼 About Wildseed Witch

Publisher: Amulet Books (May 10, 2022)

Hardcover: 352 pages

A fun middle-grade contemporary fantasy with an all-BIPOC cast, about a social-media-loving tween who gets sent to an ultra-private witch camp

Hasani’s post-seventh-grade summer to-do list is pretty simple: get a bigger following for her makeup YouTube channel and figure out how to get her parents back together. What she does NOT expect is that an emotional outburst will spark a latent magical ability in her. Or that the magic will be strong enough to attract the attention of witches. Or that before she can say #BlackGirlMagic, she’ll be shipped off on a scholarship to a fancy finishing school for talented young ladies.

While the other girls have always known they were destined to be witches, Hasani is a Wildseed––a stray witch from a family of non-witches, with no background knowledge, no way to control her magic, and a lot to catch up on. “Wildseed” may be an insult that the other girls throw at her, but Wildseeds are more powerful than they know. And Hasani will learn that there are ways to use magic and thrive that can never be taught in a classroom.

#CharmedLife #WildseedWitch #MartiDumas #middlegrade #SistahScifi #SistahScifiWineDownWednesday

[quenchmagazine]

Sonal Singh: Vinica’s AgriDiversity Program - Creating Space for BIPOC in Wine; Part 2

Sonal Singh: Vinica’s AgriDiversity Program - Creating Space for BIPOC in Wine; Part 2 #diversity #wine #BIPOC #education #vinica #wineindustry @michaelawine @winebcdotcom @WSETglobal #quenchmagazine #foodwinelife

By Sonal Singh; feature photo by Rob Moses Part 1 of the series appeared earlier on Quench Magazine. Read it here. Part 2: The BC wine industry has grown significantly in the last 20 years – from the number of vineyards planted to the styles and creativity in wine produced. However, there is one area that remains unaddressed. In Canada, we pride ourselves on the diversity of our nation, but…

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Title: Beg for it.

Word Count: 3,165

Pairing: Jeonghan, Mingyu, BIPOC female reader

Content Warning: Threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, light dom dynamics (Jeonghan), delayed orgasm, sex toys, fingering, sex, car sex, mild degradation, praise, praise kink, degradation kink

Author’s note: This was really just a way for me to torture the group chat but I decided I’d share :))

You grip the edge of your seat, your eyes rolling closed as you inhale sharply. You exhale a shaky breath as you slowly open your eyes, hoping Jeonghan didn’t notice. However, the conversation hits an awkward pause as he softly asks,

“Are you okay, y/n?”

Heat rushes into your face and you loosen your grip on your seat, your hand trembling as you reach for your glass of wine. “I’m fine, just a little chilly.” You take a long sip of wine and place the glass back on the table, doing your best to ignore Jeonghan’s gaze. You can feel his barely contained smug smirk and you question when he’ll reach for his phone again, but you don’t dare glance over at him. Last time you did��� let’s just say neither of you are welcome back in that restaurant.

You turn your attention to Mingyu and his date. You pick an innocent question, one that you know will get the other girl talking and hopefully Jeonghan’s attention off of you. “How long have you two been to—,” the breath is stolen from your lungs, rendering you speechless as pleasure rolls through your body. You squeeze your thighs together, holding back a whimper as the intensity increases. The vibrator snuggly nestled against your g-spot and your clit pulses—two short vibrations followed by a long buzz—your favorite setting.

Jeonghan’s hand comes to rest on your thigh as faux concern lowers his tone of voice. “Are you sure you’re okay, you’re turning red.”

You take a deep breath before you school your expression, turning to face him. “I’m okay, love. I think the food might be a touch too spicy.”

His eyebrow twitches imperceptibly at the use of the pet name. You two have been doing this long enough to establish phrases that are used in a way to express where you are with your level of comfort (as well as to ask for permission.. which you’re close to doing). “Are you ready for dessert?”

You swallow thickly, knowing that if you say yes, signaling that you’re ready for release so soon, he’ll only deny you, edging you to the point of tears. “No, not yet,” you smile softly, shifting in your seat as you answer.

Jeonghan pats your thigh, squeezing softly as he mumbles, “Good girl.” He returns his attention to the other couple at the table.

Dinner proceeds calmly, until you laugh a little too hard at something Mingyu said. You catch yourself, but it’s too late. You glance nervously at Jeonghan and sure enough, his phone is in his hands.

“Excuse me,” Jeonghan interrupts, “I have to step away to make a phone call.”

Your eyes widen, a mixture of anxiety and warmth growing in the pit of your stomach. “The call can wait, right babe?” You look to Mingyu, looking for support, but he shrugs a shoulder, waving his hand dismissively.

“If he needs to make a call, he needs to make a call.”

Your eyes narrow slightly and you want to hiss, “that wasn’t the agreement,” but you remain silent. After all, you agreed to all of this: the remote control vibrator and inviting Mingyu to join in.

It was something you and Jeonghan had been discussing for a while. He brought it up after you both had a movie night with Mingyu and a few of the other guys. You knew Jeonghan was a bit of an exhibitionist, but you didn’t know just how much until that night. He made sure to cover you both with a blanket, which you took to be an innocent gesture, however halfway through the movie he had two fingers deep in your pussy, his thumb rubbing tight, little circles against your clit. Thankfully the movie was a horror so you were able to hide your orgasm by burying your face in his neck. The next day he casually mentioned, “Mingyu enjoyed watching you come on my fingers.” After that, you both came to the conclusion that it was definitely more arousing knowing that a third party was aware.

Mingyu finishes his glass of wine, a small smile on his face as he watches Jeonghan disappear. Jeonghan is barely away from the table before the vibrations start up again, each pulse rapid and intense, causing your stomach to tighten as ecstasy courses through your veins, the sudden pleasure burning white hot in your gut. Once again you find yourself gripping the chair, your thighs rubbing together as your walls tighten along with each pulse, your body working against you to ensure your impending orgasm… in public. In front of strangers.

You hold back a moan at the thought. The vibrations die down and you clear your throat. You place your hands on the table, beginning to slide the chair back. You stand on trembling legs, your voice breaking slightly as you excuse yourself. Before you can step away, the massager buzzes again, the intensity causing you to double over. The tablecloth balls in your grip and you can’t help the low moan that rolls over your full lips.

Mingyu, ever the gentleman, hops up to rush to your side. He wraps an arm around your waist as he stares down at you. Arousal has his pupils blown wide and his voice is heavy with desire as he shares his “concern”. “We need to get you home. You don’t like well.” He turns to his date, apologizing for the night ending abruptly as he throws a few bills on the table.

You hold onto his arm, your steps faltering as Jeonghan controls the toy inside of you. By this time you’re barely holding on. Your grip tightens on Mingyu’s arm with each pulse and by the time the three of you make it to Jeonghan, you’re near tears.

When the other man notices you all, his smile shifts, darkening slightly as he takes in your appearance. Your chest is heaving with each breath and your brown skin has a reddish tint to it, hinting at a full body flush. Tears have collected in the corners of your eyes and Jeonghan closes the distance to hold your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears.

“Please,” you brokenly beg.

He sighs softly, contentedly, as he nods. “Let’s get Mingyu’s date in a car first and we’ll get you home.” Relief washes over you, but it’s short lived, replaced with rolling shocking arousal as the vibrator is set to a low consistent buzzing. Jeonghan practically skips away, leaving you to lean against the car door. You grip your thigh tightly, your fingernails biting through the material of your dress as your pleasure builds. Your eyes roll shut, your stomach clenches tightly, and you're just at the edge of your release, your knees buckling as the sensation swells, but before you can free fall into bliss, the vibrations die.

You whimper loudly, your eyes flying open as you look up at Jeonghan. He reaches around you to open the door, smiling down at you as he poses a rhetorical question.

“You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun by yourself, did you?”

The door on the other side opens and closes as Mingyu slides into the car. “I think she did. Look at her face. She already looks completely fucked out and you haven’t even touched her yet.”

You’re suspended between begging and telling them both to fuck off, but as Jeonghan presses his body into yours, grinding his hard cock into your ass, you remind yourself that closed mouths don’t get fed. “Hannie,” you look over your shoulder staring up at him as you whisper his name.

“Mingyu can’t hear you begging for me, sweetheart.” He helps you in the car, sandwiching you between the both of them. “Go ahead,” Jeonghan encourages you. “Beg for me to touch you, y/n.”

You turn your body to face Jeonghan. Your voice cracks slightly under the weight of your need. “Please Hannie. Make me come?” His hand rests along the side of your neck and without a word, he’s pulling you in for a kiss.

Like everything Jeonghan does, he’s meticulous and skilled, his tongue sliding along the seam of your lips before dancing lightly alongside yours. He pulls back, nipping at your bottom lip before he slides his hand into your hair, pulling at your braids lightly. His mouth travels from your lips to your jaw, tilting your head to the side so he can ease his tongue along the sensitive spot on your neck. You shiver as he does, moaning softly when you feel teeth scrape against your skin. His lips come together on your skin, pulling out a low moan. You hold the back of his head, cradling him against your neck.

Jeonghan pulls away from your throat to instruct Mingyu. “Unzip her dress.” He does so without a moment's hesitation, even going as far as to pull the straps from your shoulders and pulling down your bra straps in the process.

You know Mingyu is fine with just watching, he’s made that clear to Jeonghan, but you aren’t. The idea of both of them touching you, kissing you, fucking you, has your body reacting viscerally. The warmth of Mingyu’s hand lingering on your shoulder coupled with the feel of his lips brushing against your soft skin has your muscles clenching tightly around the massager. You moan loudly at the feel of the toy shifting against your sensitive clit and this seems to spur both men on even more. Mingyu’s hands come around to cup your tits, his fingers pinching your nipples softly and rolling them to a peak. Your head falls back against his shoulder, your body going lax as his fingers dance across your skin.

Jeonghan leans back, watching intently as your hips rise and fall, seeking out friction as Mingyu teases your nipples. “Kiss her,” he directs, and again, Mingyu obliges without hesitation.

Mingyu grips your chin with one hand, his other still circling your nipple. Kissing him is different from kissing Jeonghan. He’s more aggressive, working your mouth open in a way that has you moaning into the kiss and hiking your dress up to pull your panties to the side in order to finally give yourself the touch you desperately crave.

Jeonghan slaps at your hands, pulling them away from your body. “You asked me to make you come.”

You pull away, breaking the kiss to respond, but Mingyu turns your head back towards him. “Focus on me, y/n.” You nod weakly, melting into his body as he brings your mouths together again. A familiar heat blooms low in your stomach and you reach back, gripping a handful of dark thick hair as you whimper again.

You ache for release. The edging at dinner, Mingyu’s lips moving from your mouth to bite along your shoulder, and Jeonghan’s hands on your upper thighs are too much to take. You’re a few seconds away from breaking down and sobbing, the feeling of humiliation at Mingyu hearing you beg for cock, adding to the burning pleasure building in your gut.

As if he can read your thoughts, Mingyu speaks against your lips, “Beg him to fuck you. I want to watch.”

You can only nod, the words failing you, but Jeonghan is already a step ahead. You hear the metallic hiss of a zipper being pulled through teeth and the clanking of his belt unbuckling. When he pulls your panties to the side, he groans lightly. He drags a finger between your lips, sighing softly. “You’re dripping wet.”

“I want to see.” Mingyu’s hand moves from your breast, sliding along the silky material of your dress to rest on your stomach. “Can I feel how wet you are for Hannie, y/n?”

“Yes. Fuck. Please. Touch me,” you beg both of them.

“Such a little slut,” Jeonghan teases. He thumbs at the toy, pushing it against your clit. Your hips jerk forward as you gasp loudly. He takes his time teasing you, easing the toy out slowly before pushing the lower half back in. Mingyu’s hand grips your thigh, spreading you open even wider for Jeonghan. His fingers timidly ghost against your upper thigh. Your hand reaches down for his, guiding him to your pussy.

“You’re right,” Mingyu agrees in a low voice. “She’s soaking wet.” His fingers replace Jeonghan’s and you watch as the other man pulls his cock from his pants, stroking from the base to the tip and back down slowly. The massager is finally removed and the emptiness is shocking and mildly disorienting, but as quickly as the toy is removed, warm fingers are pushing inside of you. His voice rumbles against your back as Mingyu praises you. “You feel so good around my fingers.” He pushes his fingers in deeper, groaning against your ear as your hole tightens around them. “I want to be inside of you so badly.” He withdraws his wrist, bringing his thumb up and spreading your wetness along your clit before lightly applying pressure. Your hips mirror his motion, small gasps and soft sighs rolling over your lips as he continues to say aloud all of the ways he wants to have you.

You look over at Jeonghan and bite down on your bottom lip as you watch him. His eyes are trained on Mingyu’s fingers sliding in and out of you. He’s fisting his cock at the same lazy pace.

“You’re close,” Mingyu states, “You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly. Whose dick are you thinking about taking y/n? Hmm?”

Before you can answer, Jeonghan is taking control of the situation. “Help her on to my lap. Quickly.” You’re easily maneuvered until you’re sitting with your back against Jeonghan’s chest. Once again, he reaches between your legs, pulling your panties to the side. You look over at Mingyu, your eyes staying locked on his even as the head of Jeonghan’s cock nudges against your hole. You don’t break the stare, licking your lips and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. As Jeonghan begins to pull you down on his length, filling you slowly, your eyes flutter close. A stinging slap to your thighs has your eyes flying open. Jeonghan grips the back of your neck, groaning lightly as he corrects you. “Keep your eyes on Mingyu. He wants to see how you look when you fall apart on my dick.”

In a smooth motion, Jeonghan pushes deep inside of you, his hands squeezing your hips tight. At the same time, Mingyu leans over, kissing you deeply and swallowing every sound you make as Jeonghan rolls his hips forward. You wrap an arm around Mingyu’s shoulders, using him for leverage as you lift and angle your hips, giving Jeonghan a better range of motion.

“She likes it when you pull her hair,” Jeonghan gasps out between thrusts.

Mingyu grabs a handful of your hair, his grip tightening as he slowly tilts your head back, dragging a high pitched whine out of you. His lips leave a trail of searing heat in their wake as he moves down to your breasts, lightly flicking the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You swear loudly as his mouth closes around the swollen bud. He suckles lightly as he keeps a tight grip on your hair.

Jeonghan’s grip tightens on your waist as he canters his hips forward. The cramped space in the car makes it difficult, but not impossible. He keeps his strokes deep, each thrust forward rewarding you with small sounds of his pleasure. You match his rhythm, tightening your pussy each time he pushes inside of you, effectively heightening both of your pleasure. He rests his head between your shoulder blades, peppering your skin with kisses.

Mingyu’s mouth returns to yours and he drinks you in with an urgency that has you growing increasingly wetter with each swipe of his tongue along yours. The heat in your stomach pools heavier, fanning out from hip to hip and causing you to dig your nails into his back. He groans against your lips, swearing softly as you whimper Jeonghan’s name, followed by his. He takes this as his sign to aid Jeonghan and he reaches between your legs, sliding his fingers along your clit.

Your body jerks as he touches you, the pleasure becoming overwhelming as Jeonghan whispers in one ear,

“You’re such a whore. This is the wettest my pussy has ever been. You like Mingyu touching you? You get off on someone watching you get fucked?”

Your hips move erratically, rolling back as Jeonghan thrusts forward and cantering up to meet Mingyu’s fingers against your clit. The build up over the course of the night finally becomes too much to handle and you practically wail your release. You grip Mingyu’s arm, keeping his hand still as you roll your hips against his fingers, fucking against his hand as you bounce your ass on Jeonghan. Your orgasm builds quickly, washing over you in crashing waves that has your entire body trembling. You begin to go lax, your energy completely drained as you come, but Mingyu nor Jeonghan allow you a reprieve.

Jeonghan tightens his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he cups your tit, flexing his fingers lightly and squeezing as his shallow thrusts grow more urgent. Mingyu’s fingers dip lower, his index finger teasing at your hole as Jeonghan ruts against you.

They both talk you through your orgasm, Jeonghan whispering increasingly filthy things in your ear while Mingyu encourages you to relax and come once more, “like the good girl” he knows you are. This pushes you over the edge again and with tears streaming down your face, you come once again, making a mess on Jeonghan’s slacks and covering Mingyu’s fingers in your slick.

Jeonghan’s hips stutter and he buries his face in your neck, moaning loudly as he spills deep inside of you.

“Holy shit,” you pant.

“Yeah,” Jeonghan echoes weakly. He kisses along your shoulder blade, coming to rest his chin on your shoulder. “Was that okay for you, love?” He checks in as he noses along your neck.

You nod, your body feeling heavy as you relax against Jeonghan. In silence, they both help you dress, Jeonghan suggesting they use the vibrator as a makeshift plug.

As the vibrator is pushed back inside of you, you let loose a loud, lewd moan as you stare down at Mingyu.

Jeonghan looks between the two of you, a wide smile slowly spreading along his lips. “You said you wanted to fuck her as well, Mingyu?” Mingyu nods emphatically. The car pulls to a stop in front of their apartment building and as Jeonghan slides out of the car he looks back at you both, asking, with a wide smile, “How about we see if she can take us both?”