#boys be getting drunk

[a41-i-finally-caved]

The first thing they find out is JJ cannot hold his tequila. It’s hilarious.

“Dude, would you chill out?” John B hisses, then smiles and tips his solo cup at the cute blonde who couldn’t quite look away from the two Pogues crashing Chelsa Harris’s yearly blowout event at her parent’s beachside mansion.

“I’m chill, man, so chill.” JJ cranks his ring around his finger. “Like, so chill if you took a big aquarium of water from the north pole and dumped a bunch of ice in it? ‘N then lowered me in smoking a bong or something, you couldn’t get me any chiller.” The ring twists around his finger again, and he doesn’t even notice the blonde girl sneaking another glance at his arms. “How’d you swing us invites again, exactly?”

John B takes a quick drink and winces. Tastes like ass. “Ah, you know.”

“So we’re crashing. Great. I can’t get in a fight tonight, bro.”

“No, no, it’s not crashing.” Glancing around the pool deck, John B nudges JJ closer to the dark side by the beach. “Chelsa invited me.”

“For real?” JJ stops cranking at his rings long enough to look John B in the eye. They’re finally at an equal height and John B’s still not quite sure what to do with it.

After years of being short as hell, JJ’s body cut him a break and shot up this summer, just in time for high school. Which is good, right? Because JJ’s always been scrappy, but some of the Kooks older than them saw the way JJ wore his clothes down to holes and weighed seventy pounds soaking wet as a reason to toss him around.

Now that JJ’s got some height, that should stop. John B won’t have to be up his ass all the time to make sure he doesn’t look like an easy target. Not that JJ ever was, but whatever. The height’s a good thing. It is.

“As a joke?” JJ squints, then smirks and tosses his arm over John B’s shoulder. “Or was she lookin’ to get a little freaky with a Pogue?” JJ jostles him, a little too hard, and John B’s not mad about the growth spurt, he’s not.

“Oh, I don’t know, JJ,” John B says flat as he twists JJ’s arm off his shoulder. “Maybe she likes my personality.”

JJ snorts. “The personality of your dick.”

John B shoves him and a shout goes up, but not over in their darkened side of the expansive patio. No, this comes from the pool house, as one of the seniors comes parading out with a longboard held over his head.

“Ain’t they never seen a board before?” JJ mumbles as a cheer breaks through the party. The senior winds between the impromptu dancefloor, past the hot tub, weaving between dancers and drinkers and clusters of talkers, working his way towards the beach.

“Don’t think he’s going surfing, J.” John B watches two other dudes haul a big metal oil drum after the senior, staggering from the weight or more likely, the booze, cheering and whooping and gathering a trail of stragglers in their wake. Excited stragglers, mostly upperclassmen, hauling along freshmen who look as confused as John B feels.

JJ steps toward the commotion.

“Dude, maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Yo gather ‘round losers and show me which of you can surf!” The shout comes, and okay, yup. There goes JJ. The kid loves surfing more than weed and, well, weed’s practically a positive family tradition for the Maybank clan. Running it, smoking it, growing it—lacing it with coke for personal use or laundry detergent to sell, Maybanks do it all, do a lot, and from a very young age.

“Damnit, JJ,” John B mutters and slides after him. What else can he do? JJ pokes at trouble and John B hauls him outta it has been the motto of their entire friendship… except for that patch this last summer where it was ‘I don’t ever want to see you ever again, John B’ and the solid three months where JJ hadn’t.

Maybe that’s why John B hesitates to find JJ in the crowd, for all that his gaze lands on him immediately, the way it always does. Sure, they patched things up before school started, and don’t get him wrong, John B’s glad for it! It’s just…

Hearing JJ say he hates him makes John B wonder if JJ ever cared at all.

‘A one-sided relationship will never work,’ Kiara told him the other day. Granted, she was talking about his kinda dating/not really dating thing he had with Kim from math class, not his best friend, but ever since the summer, since that night JJ showed up crying, and then all the days since when JJ showed up joking around like those three months never happened, John B’s felt… off.

Tense. Nervous. Like the sand might give out from under his feet.

“Dude, c’mon,” JJ says from his elbow, because JJ’s circled back for him. Of course he did. They’re best friends.

John B shoves anything else away.

(Read the rest on Ao3 for the promised TequilaDrunk!JJ)

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2588

Technically correct. The best kind of correct. (Dialogue from Not Going Out.)

[maliciousalice]

The Janeway Maneuver

[duckduckbear]

Beer17? Bowl?

[deimcs]

Mystra has dictated the terms of my potential for long enough. The Crown would grant me control of my own destiny at last.

[thankstothe]

[domwitch]

I'm not into violent cnc but feeling up an intoxicated boy... Technically there's no explicit consent but taking advantage of someone who's vulnerable and horny....... Boy who gets drunk/high and rubs up against you, half lidded eyes and clumsy hands, who sees only you...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

No Sharing.

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[undead-knick-knack]

I can't stop thinking about Jester's sendings to Suzy Greene

[thegirlinthecher]

[yuwuta]

Sad that I can't kiss yuji

so real and he’s suuuuuuuch a good kisser 💘 and he’s so sweet, it’s like you can feel him saying he loves you every time he kisses you, whether it’s peppered kisses all over your face, a short peck before he goes to the store, lingering kisses 

idk if this gonna make any sense but his kisses are very… plush? like even when they’re needy, they’re warm and soft tongue pressing against you and soft lips sucking at your neck. he really could kiss you for hours, it’s not even foreplay to him, it’s its own entity. there are many days where you get calls from yuuji sighing into the phone, lamenting about how it’s too hot outside or he’s so bored or work/school is hard or how he misses you and then the request of, “are you busy later? i really wanna make out with you. for, maybe, like… an hour. or two. i can cook beforehand if you want.” 

and he does make good on his promise. he cooks, and steals kisses between pinches of salt and slices of lemon and when it’s all said and done and he’s happy that you’re fed and taken care of, he gives you those eyes that practically beg you to indulge him. he likes kissing you so much, and has no problem initiating it, but there’s something about you being the one to kiss him first that relaxes his shoulders and makes him feel allllll warm inside 

[enviedear]

would modern!jace be the drinking kind… if so, i can see him being drunk and showering his lover in random love poems that cross his mind :p

imo, modern!jace will drink. but it’s absolutely not his favorite thing. i think he’s one of those people that refuses to mix his liquors, “i get the worst hangovers when i do.” he’ll excuse. he’ll never admit that it’s just him following his aunt rhaenys’ belief.

if he is drinking, it’s usually with cregan or the twins or maybe even at a dj gig. his most common orders are manhattans…but like his mother he loves a good gin and tonic (looking to you negroni sbagliato) modern!jace loves a gin fizz, less heavy than a negroni and easier to down!

as for how he behaves when drunk (a rare occurrence, he tries to maintain a tipsy state of anything) i think he’s extremely clingy. he wants to hold his partner, have his hand in theirs. i think when he’s sober he’s less likely to be super touchy in public, but when he’s drunk? he’ll pull you in for a kiss, not a care in the world as to who can see you. so yeah, i also think in between asking for you to come closer, to kiss him, to hold his hand, he’s stumbling through his favorite poems. he’ll be staggering out of the club, fingers interlaced with yours, mumbling something like, “and neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful annabel lee.”

[introspectivememories]

god i know i said i was tired of making eveerything sad but just imagine timber those first few months of reconnecting and they're both drunk on tim's boat, laying on the deck staring up at the stars and bear turns over to look at tim, his eyes are sad and wet, and he reaches out to touch tim's face as if to make sure tim is really there and not an illusion and tim whispers, "bear?" and bernard smiles a little brokenly and goes, "so how long do i have you for this time?"

[kyo-hiki]

some old stuff from my sketchbook :)

[duckduckbear]

Beer15