#connor whiskey

[ohyoufool]

Come one, come all It's happening again The empathetic hunger descends We'll tell no one Except all of our friends But I still don't know How did it end?

How Did It End? - Taylor Swift x OMG Check Please

[zzzbittle]

Tell me why I'm just finding out Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot means What The Fuck, Ngozi that's actually hilarious

[rk1k-moved]

CHIMERA CONNOR | DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

belated birthday gift for @gray-skyee!! mod credit: @wake-up-lieutenant (x)

[zimmerdouche]

sometimes to practice your comic skills you spend too much time imagining a random conversation that could happen in omgcp year 5.

in which nursey needs sleep, dex should relax, whiskey reconsiders his choices and chowder gets his lick in.

(images have alt text!)

[somethingnurseywoulddo]

*cupping my mouth like a megaphone* AYOOOOOO

[skeletonzimms]

[abby-from-hell]

hmmm tell me why i cannot stop thinking about connor singing “too sweet” by hozier after a bad breakup with evan 😳

fic writers… please…

[appalamutte]

number thirteen [rated: m | words: 950 | whiskey-centric, hook-ups]

So it confuses him, wrapping his legs around Chad's waist, pulling him in, the bedframe creaking underneath slow-rolling hips, why he's thinking about Haus bylaws right now.

read it on ao3!

[princeteddy]

me when i make another omgcp playlist

[anachronistic-falsehood]

what the hell did dream say about sophie. i’m going to start killing

[phckingusername]

There isn't Whiskey in the closet anymore

Connor: How do we feel today?

Hank : Empty.

Connor: And how are we going to deal with that?

Hank : Drink the whiskey I keep in the closet?

Connor: *sigh* No Hank that's not- I missed one?!

Hank : ... No.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Drowning In A Whiskey River - Sarah Connor/Heather Gummer

A/N: Final Weekly fic prompt for @yeehawgust . Treminator but not as you'd expect. That's Terminator and @thetremorssaga .

“Buck up Buttercup, it might never happen…” Heather’s voice breaks into Sarah’s thoughts even as she slides another glass of whiskey across the bar in Burt’s bunker. He’d hate knowing that Sarah was unable to share what she was thinking but Heather gets it, too well to ever tell Burt. “You okay?” “Will be.” Sarah swallows back the whiskey quick as breathing and Heather nods, moving around the bar to lead Sarah away and towards a bunkroom, settling her and tucking her under the sheet easily, her touch soft on Sarah’s bare shoulder. “Sleep it off Sarah, you’ll be alright, we’ve got you now, you and John…” “What if…” “Blanco’d eat the bastards.” Heather’s quick answer brings a wet laugh and Sarah sighs. “Thanks Heather…” A whiskey river has run down her throat and numbed the pain enough to rest, for now it’s enough.

[fuckinganderson]

fuck today

ptsd hits hard

[baselessomgcpheadcanons]

been a long time since any of us posted here… maybe it’s time to throw some more of my baseless ideas into the void

-el

(also, we still take submissions!)

[trivialcrow]

“I want to kiss you.”

Jason blinked and looked up from his book. He fought the urge to glance behind him to see if someone else had entered the room. It was ridiculous, because no one else could have entered without him noticing, but it still seemed more likely than the statement that had just left Rayner’s mouth being directed at him.

“What?”

Kyle was staring down at the sketch pad in his lap, gnawing on the end of his pencil. He glanced up when Jason spoke and arched an eyebrow. “What?”

Heat burned up Jason’s neck. “I thought you - nothing. Never mind.”

It was too much to hope that the chair would swallow him whole, so Jason lifted his book and pretended to get absorbed back into the pages. Across from him, the old leather of Rayner’s chair creaked, but Jason refused to look up.

He wasn’t even supposed to be stuck here with just Rayner. The lantern had shown up to visit Connor, who had been visiting Roy at the same time that Jason had also been in the city. Which was fine. Until Connor and Roy had disappeared on an urgent ‘shopping’ trip with brief orders ‘not to kill each other,’ and left Jason alone with Kyle.

Fingers closed over the top of Jason’s book and tugged it out of his hand. A muscle jumped in Jason’s jaw and he slowly lifted his head, eyes narrowed. “Can I help you?”

Kyle said nothing. He slipped the bookmark off the arm of the chair and then gently placed the closed book on the coffee table behind him. Jason’s eyes followed the action before flicking back to Rayner’s almost blank expression. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You,” Kyle said, his voice thrumming with an odd intensity. “You drive me up the goddamn wall. I hated you, you know?”

Yeah. Jason knew. It was hard to fucking miss. Rayner was about as subtle as a sledgehammer with his feelings. Not that Jason had helped himself any back when they first met. “Not exactly breaking news, Rayner,” he said. “Doesn’t explain why you’re in my space.”

“Seems only fair,” Kyle said. He braced his hands on either arm of the chair and leaned over Jason until their faces were inches away. “Since you won’t get out of my head.”

What. The. Fuck. “Are you drugged or something?” Jason asked. “Get into some kind of weird alien shit before you made landfall?”

Kyle laughed, the sound spilling out of him like cheap whiskey. “I wish,” he said. “That’d make all this make way more sense. You’re an arrogant asshole. You wind people up, just for fun, and then laugh when they spin out. You’re antagonistic about everything. All the time. And 90% of the time, I just want to punch you in your stupid, perfect face.”

Jason stared at him. Not that he had much choice, with Rayner three inches away from his face, but that was… a lot. “You realize you’re in stabbing distance, right?”

Kyle grinned, his dark blue eyes wild with delight. “Worth the risk.”

Jason frowned and then grunted as he suddenly had a lap full of green lantern. Kyle straddled Jason’s thighs and closed the distance between them. The collision of their lips was harsh, more fight than fireworks, but Jason’s hands snapped up to Kyle’s waist, regardless. His fingers clamped hard into the soft fabric of Kyle’s t-shirt, dragging him closer when he intended to push him away.

Kyle lifted onto his knees and grabbed Jason’s face between his hands, holding him still as he shoved his tongue against bitten lips. Jason groaned and let his mouth fall open, certain his brain was short circuiting. Kyle continued to push his advantage.

He tangled his tongue with Jason’s, sealing their lips together until Jason knew the only air he was breathing was Kyle. With a final, parting swipe of his tongue, Kyle pulled away, catching Jason’s bottom lip between his teeth. Jason barely felt the flash of pain before they broke apart completely, Jason falling boneless against the back of the chair. “What. The. Fuck.”

Kyle stayed in his lap, sitting back on his heels and dragging fingers through his hair as he worked to catch his breath. “I already told you,” he said. “I want to kiss you.”

[atlasthemayor]

WOOHOO LET'S GO POLYARTOBER DAY 1 ''Lovers''

Dex was NOT ready for what awaited in his mailbox today ALSO: Keep reading if you wanna see what the actual love letters are!! (courtesy of my best friend @aristocrating who offered to write them all without me even having thought of that)(they're all SO good)

Chowder:

DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (other than nursey, ofc!)

OK THAT’S ITTTT KTHXBYE!!!! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bitty:

Dear Dex,

You’re a real sweetheart! Thank you for always helpin’ with the baking, and for always having an open ear for the newest gossip. You take care of the Haus so well, and you always give it your all for the team. I really admire that about you!

I would bake the world into a giant pie just for you, if I could! (Sorry I’m not as much of a poet as Nursey, I suppose!) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ransom & Holster:

Yooo Dex! Dexter! Sexy Dexy! PokéDex! (read alternating in mine and Holtz’s voice)

You’re the coolest fucking bro on the whole damn team, and you’re hot as FUUUUUCK! (literally hot, too! write that down, Rans! Write that down!)

If you’re ever interested in a little d-men action, a little bro-bonding quality time, then hit us up!

Ps: haus 2.0 has a room that’s pretty much just a sex dungeon, if you’re into that kind of thing (don’t scare him off Rans, jeez!) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jack:

Hello Dex,

I was encouraged to send you one of these, by, euh, third parties who will go unnamed. I just wanted to write to you to say that, um. Your hands are soft as hell, and you always bring it your all to the ice. You give Samwell Men’s Hockey the good name it has, and it is an honor that I got to share the locker room with you for a whole year. Euh, I mean the ice. Yeah. Take care, eh?

-JLZ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Whiskey:

Yo.

You’re pretty neat.

Drop by my room sometime if you’re free, yeah?

- Connor. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Farmer:

Hi Dex, sorry this is not a love letter. This is just to say to please give my boyfriend back in one piece once you’re done with him, I still need him!

Thanks xx ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Parse:

Dear Will,

Ever since I saw you at that party, I knew you were something special. How did I get your home address? Don’t worry about it. My point is: you’re really fucking hot and you should let me know the next time you’re in Vegas. I could show you around town and introduce you to some Aces, and then I could show you the Strip, if you know what I mean. Was that too corny? Whatever.

This is KVP, call me.

[number redacted] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Nursey:

Dear Will,

I spy two beers and a skin fair and freckled

The bloodshot of ears and a face red-hot speckled

Two seats by the pond, and an evening with a klutz

The beat of my heart, and a churning in my guts

The holding of hands, the potential of a kiss

A golden opportunity I don’t want to miss

Your amber-brown eyes, the color of honey

The guess that I like you, right on the money

I spy a mop of hair, gingery red

And the promise of a date (if I’m not injured yet).

~ Derek ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

(for the @polyamships fellas, the characters in order are William Poindexter, Chris Chow, Eric Bittle, Justin Oluransi, Adam Birkholtz, Jack Zimmermann, Connor Whisk, Caitlin Farmer, Kent Parson, and Derek Nurse) (promise I won't do these many characters so often sorryyyyyy <3<3<3)