#bottle of liquor

[lifewithaview]

Stan Laurel and Anita Garvin in Blotto (1930) short

Stan purloins his wife's secret bottle of liquor to have a wild night out at the Rainbow Club with Ollie. However, Mrs Laurel has replaced the booze with a noxious mixture of cold tea, mustard power, and other hot ingredients. This doesn't prevent the boys from getting tipsy on the contents.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Basil Rathbone --

The Comedy of Terrors (1963) dir. Jacques Tourneau

[huariqueje]

Blanton's and Friends Bourbon Bar  - Donna Tuten

American , b. 1970s -

Acrylic on canvas . 24 x 18 in.

[ruushes]

Clive????? 😭😭😭

[scaryvampirelady]

i have never felt that ethel cain is mother. she is my older sister stuffing swisher sweets into the inner pockets of my winter jacket at the convenience store and making me watch her play creepypasta games on her laptop that will give me nightmares well into adulthood

[temtamtom]

Some Bounty Hunter!Ivan for my beloved @ironicorange <3 <3

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Extra Stuff & a tidbit about my process under "read more"

[koshigurajumy]

Jumy-M Good morning / 朝の大反省会

[urgeforgoing]

WHISKEY ON ICE, SUNSET AND VINE.

[columboscreens]

[invinciblerodent]

yknow, no, i'm not done thinking/posting/being deeply angry about the whole "bbuuuhhh Astarion is gay and was made playersexual as a game mechanic bbbuuuhhhhhhh" garbage some people still spout.

like this type of sentiment is always annoying and wrong, but it's specifically this character for whom it's especially annoying to me, just because on top of all the regular host of issues, it also deeply contradicts what I believe is the central theme of his whole goddamn story.

(excuse the rant please.)

Like, my skin already crawls at that term, "playersexual". I hate it, and find its use either vaguely ignorant at best, or blatantly pan/biphobic at worst. but even just besides that....

This character is a man whose narrative intentionally shows his presentation of himself, and of his masculinity, as being contradictory with convention. This character is one whose entire arc is about discovering who he is beyond the boxes he was assigned: a spawn, a monster, a seducer, a tool, a predator, a plaything, a victim, a sexual object... these are all identities that were forced onto him. And if he's given space to discover them, turns out, none of them are things that he actually wants to be. if you give him space, and affection (romantic or otherwise), and acceptance, and help him attain closure and catharsis, he expresses desire to be... an adventurer, a lover, a friend, a protector, so many things, but all of them in his own way. That's the point of his story, control vs. autonomy.

How.... myopic does one have to be to see that story, to play that story, to play an active, participatory role in that subversion, that search for the self beneath the masks, and declare that actually, they made him this other box for him to fit into, so... it's fine, i guess, to ignore what he says?????? it's fine if they pick and choose among his expressed traits which ones to use and which to disregard, because they decided (based on frankly homophobic and rather misogynistic stereotypes) that he cannot be different from their perception, despite him literally saying otherwise????????

Astarion's entire figure is a succession of trope-subversions. I could write essays about all the ways in which, in the romanced spawn game, the narrative sets up tropes (primarily in act 1), only to then purposefully knock them down and contradict them as the game progresses.

Like..... He was to take revenge by taking power for himself (like he thought he wanted, like Cazador did to Vellioth): ended up taking his revenge and rejecting the power that could have come with it, and despite that having a price, being content and grateful for it (and realizing that the alternative would have had an even greater price he would have paid unknowingly). He starts out using sex and sexuality as a weapon, and a tool of manipulation, like he did for many decades: ends up expressing discomfort with being seen as a sex object, resuming his sex life by saying "I love you" before his partner would have, and proposing sex with them as a beautiful metaphor for his own rebirth.

His whole story starts out with him thinking he requires protection from the player and that the only way to get that is through using his body and looks as a bargaining chip: later he discovers in himself a desire to be the protector himself, which he talks about more than once, and expresses varying degrees of discomfort at the thoughts of both using his body to gain something, and needing a protector.

There's the "this is what I'm good for" type of attitude towards sex morphing into "I am so much more than a thing to be used". There's the whole thing about how important his looks were to both him and his "usefulness" back then, despite him not being able to even fucking see them, (which also kind of includes that silly lovely gremlin-face he sometimes makes), but those are just the ones off the top of my head.

The story, and the romance plot, is about... it's about him regaining ownership of himself, it's about autonomy, his whole recurring "what do you want" line is about respecting his choices and letting him find his way to them, it's about letting him show you who he is, believing him, and loving the man behind the facade.

how absolutely fucking short-sighted does one have to be to then take that incredibly reductive stereotype of "femme-leaning man with theatrical mannerisms who cares about his looks; must be exclusively homosexual and any attraction he shows to women is just a mechanic/fanservice/flattery" (which, that's so fucking insulting to gay men, and bi/pan men, an any man who might express masculinity in a less than conventional way, and to the women who may love them [eta: and of course nonbinary people, and the people to whom masculinity means something wholly different]), and assign it to this character on their own accord, despite him literally telling the player otherwise? despite him verbally expressing attraction to multiple women, and contradicting that stereotypical interpretation wholly and out of pocket??????

like, hello??????? did we play the same game????????? did we play the same fucking game??????????

like don't think for one second that it isn't the pan/biphobia that annoys me more, it absolutely is, but this character is such a particularly egregious example, it's almost fucking poetic.

[agnesandhilda]

moving to my first near-campus apartment has made me realize just how big party/drinking culture is at my school and I can't tell if everyone else's relationship to leisure and alcohol is weird or if mine is

[thychesters]

#wipwednesday! sneaking some writing in on my lunch break today as opposed to scooting in here at the literal eleventh hour. zoro's off in the corner getting plastered and living his best worst life. i'm sure he's also respectful and aware, but for the sake of argument he's also not going to let some no-name guy tell him how he's supposed to drink his booze. (which i also just recently learned myself regarding sake!) and i know canon has them downing barrels, but i wanted to get the man drunk, not give him alcohol poisoning. i promise this is all relevant too. i'll tell you later as a treat. / text under the cut

He finds himself alone on the deck at some point, third bottle of sake loose in his fingers, though he can’t pinpoint where exactly he split from others and it raises his hackles. His next swig is a near-miss, a trail sloshing out the corner of this mouth and he scrubs it away with the back of his hand. Once, maybe some four islands removed from Shimotsuki, he pissed a no-name guy off at a no-name bar for not drinking sake the proper way, and he’d grimaced at the first pull followed by the next because it all went down the same way, didn’t it. And the man had told him he lacked appreciation, that he didn’t savor anything, and then he’d turned his ire on the poor barkeep.  Zoro looks down at the bottle, throat burning and muscles loose and thinks he appreciates it just fine. He makes a short, derisive sound in the back of his throat, fingers itching for Shusui like she might be of aid. Zoro pivots on his heel, boot squeaking against the polished wood to dart back down the stairs, and starts when he finds Chopper approaching him. There’s a concerned set to his snort; his head tilts. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to sneak up on you—I didn’t think I could do that…” “Fine,” he says, because it’s been his favorite word for the past forever. Everything is fine except it isn’t, but none of them have to know that. Chopper digs a foot into the grass, kicking up cool dirt. His nose twitches as he scents him. “Have you been drinking?” he asks, and Zoro narrows his eye at the one Chopper and then the other that swims into existence next to him for a split second. Does that sometimes, doesn’t he, likes to asks questions he already knows the answer to. Must have gotten it from Usopp and Sanji because they do that to Luffy all the time when they catch him doing something stupid. The neck of the bottle is smooth beneath his thumb. “You really want an answer to that?” Chopper doesn’t hum—or maybe he does, or maybe it’s that whining noise he’s picked up from Nami or that throaty grunt he does when he’s not paying attention. Today’s been too quiet. His stomach churns and then Chopper taps his hooves together. “You were laughing, I was worried.” “Why would that worry you?” There’s a little drizzle in the air, which means the men’s quarters is going to reek of garlic and wet fur. “You don’t really sound like you—you don’t laugh like that.”

[dailybehbeh]

Behbeh

[softpine]

@rockonlavender i made them in 2 seconds using a picture i took in real life and a l*osims mesh but if you want them, here you go!! drink responsibly 😌

[wallpapedits-vvc]

Matching wallpapers #167

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1st: by @liminalxbasementxdweller.

None of this wallpapers/pictures belongs to me, I just do the matching.