#drinks niiiiight

[nvrcmplt]

"Mitsuhige-dono!! Come join me, the more the merrier and there's plenty of sake still." Cheeks and the very tips of her ears ablaze, Tomoe clearly had enjoyed some of it already. Not that she needed much to get to this state.

With the bottle betwixt her slender fingers she was ready to pour for him.

Being late wasn't his plan, but a few old friends needed a hand in travelling across a crossing, and he wasn't to let them linger on their own with cane and shopping bags. A quick return to his original plan for the night had him laughing upon the sight of Tomoe thoroughly enjoying herself. As he adjusted his sock upon removing shoes and trading for slippers to enter the establishment and settle at her side. Cushion beneath his rear and hands washed with heated towel provided, he took up his cup to raise with a low bow of his head. "I'm glad you didn't wait for me, the road was busy on the way." He charmed with a smile, awaiting his first cup to be poured to take to the lips and swallow down in a health sip.

Oh, it was a delightful sweetness, too. A wonderful brew, that he placed aside to take her bottle and return the gesture with a smile. "Did you order food already?" He was happy to do that in her place since she was flushed, but it was a welcomed sight for sure. "Let's have a good night, Tomoe-kun."

[wannabeabogwitch]

Fem!Dormleaders - Ideal Dates Headcanons

Warnings: Romantic af, may induce fainting and diabetes by how sweet it is. be careful! Also, slightly steamy with Leona's, but what else is new? Lmao! Even as a woman, she'd be a little cheeky. lol

Fem!Vice Dormleaders: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713774648713756672/femvice-dormleaders-ideal-dates?source=share

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist?source=share

Rina Rosehearts

Tea at Heartslabyul. u_u

Imagine a gazebo at the garden and there's a table with cakes, biscuits and sandwiches just for the two of you.

It's a relaxing date, where you talk about anything together and just basking in one another's presence.

You also feed each other just to be extra romantic. You give her a strawberry off of your tart and she does the same.

She may or may not be as red in the face as her hair.

She's gotten used to the affection, as you've both been dating for a while.

Once you've had enough tea and snacks, you both take a walk together, looking at the roses.

You both hold hands and occasionally a kiss on the cheek.

Leona Kingscholar

Her bedroom. Ohohoho~

Braiding each other's hair (If you have short hair, imagine it at least long enough to braid, if you want to, that is)

Napping together. She loves using you as a pillow and you aren't complaining.

Her arms are wrapped securely around you and her tail is also against you too.

She won't admit it, but she's a little possessive with you and won't let you go, unless you REALLY have to go to the toilet.

She might let you play with her ears. She'll let out a rumble and might get annoyed if you stop too soon, placing your hand back on her ears.

If the mood is a little steamier, she'll pin you down and kiss your neck, nipping at it.

Once she's done with your neck, she'll capture your lips in hers and you'll be snogging for hours. (This was a bit self-indulgent, I'll admit. lol I'm a simp for Leona and Fem!Leona, okay? TTwTT)

Azula Ashengrotto

Her mother's restaurant in Coral Sea!!! :D

She's comfortable enough to be in her merform around you.

She's worried her mother might embarrass her by showing you baby pictures, and she was right. Poor Azula. lol

However, you just coo at her baby photos and giggle over how cute she was as a child.

She's relieved by that and also blushing like crazy. She wants to hide in her octo pot!

After that, you're both left alone to your date. You both have a lovely meal. The food be BUSSIN'! (I'm sorry, I had to. I'm a millennial, yet I find myself using a lot of Gen Z slang. Lmao!)

By the end of the meal, she takes you outside of the restaurant and you both just swim around, talking about anything and everything.

She feels like she can be herself around you and doesn't need to act business-like or fake a smile.

She's so happy she met you and holds the time you spend together close to her heart.

You feel the same. You love this gorgeous Cecaelia to bits! c:

Kaleema bint al-Asim

Scarabian niiiiights~ lol

You'll go to the oasis on her magic carpet. She brought a basket with food that Jamillah prepared inside. (Poor Jamillah can't catch a break. lol)

It starts to get dark.

So you go on a magic carpet ride back to the dorm and if you're afraid of heights, she'll use one of her arms to hold you against her, reassuring you with her bright, sunny smile.

The stars are out, twinkling in the sky. You're both watching them together, though she's more focused on you.

She might lean in and kiss you on the cheek, if you're okay with it.

If you allow her, she'll give you a soft kiss on the lips, the smile back on her face, accompanied by red cheeks.

Once you've both landed back at the dorm, you'll drink some tea together.

You stay over for the night and you sleep in her room, cuddling one another and you're the big spoon.

Viola Schoenheit

Shopping and restaurant date! \m/

She's taking you clothes shopping, buying skincare products with you and any new makeup that came out. THE.FULL.WORKS!

She'll help you try on anything that you struggle with, like tying something at the back or if something has a back zipper.

She will SPOIL you rotten and for her, the price doesn't matter. You're beautiful to her and she wants to show that beauty off by getting clothes that suit you and defines your natural beauty!

Once you're done shopping, you'll take your bags back to Pomefiore, then you'll both get into something more formal.

She booked a table at a fancy restaurant.

I imagine she can drive a car. She probably has one of those really nice cars too and it's probably painted purple.

You both pull up at the restaurant, slaying your fits and looking like the most iconic couple out there.

If you get any food at the corner of your mouth, she'll lean over and wipe it for you, lightly teasing you about table manners.

She's soft for you. Still quite strict about appearances and manners, but she is slightly more lenient with you than with others.

Idia Shroud

Anime marathon! Let's gooo!!!

It's probably a slice of life anime or a romantic comedy.

You're both side by side, super close, with hands intertwined.

The tips of her hair are pink, due to her blushing and being flustered still.

You have snacks all around you and energy drinks as well.

She likes watching your reactions to different scenes and can't help but grin at how cute you are.

Once you notice, she turns away in embarrassment, looking back the screen.

You're now blushing too.

If there's a kiss scene, you're both bright red, but giggling as well.

If she feels brave enough, she'll ask you to kiss her on the lips.

Once you do that, she'll be in heaven, but still a blushing mess.

Mallea Draconia

Nightly stroll at an abandoned building. (Don't worry, she'll keep you safe!)

She's searching for gargoyles and if there are any, she points them out and talks about them.

You find it adorable whenever she does this.

She notices you staring once she's finished talking and she tilts her head to the side.

"Are you alright, my treasure?" She says to you, slightly concerned.

You reassure her that you're fine and tell her that you find her cute whenever she talks about gargoyles.

She smirks a little, amused by this.

"Oh, you find me cute, hm?" She chuckles and leans down, gently lifting your chin, looking into your eyes.

Her lips are almost touching yours. You just want her to kiss you!

She notices your look of impatience and grants you your wish, giving you a passionate kiss under the moonlight.

[doobler]

All dolled up for a night in 👌

He/him

[maisjetaime]

I’m going out tonight for my friend’s 21st birthday & I truly thought I was over the whole "overpacking for a 1 night stay" thing but here I am debating whether or not I should bring my hair straightener...

[fleshblight]

I love Tay but I also love when she goes out alone for the night and us lads can have a boy’s night in the house

[lokisgoodgirl]

Legit footage of Thor finally realizing he’s not the handsome brother… 😌😍

*cough* veiny hands are chefs kiss

Plus extra scenario from cf;

“I am well aware of my splendid look but why are you staring at me, brother?” loki asked half sheepishly half annoyed of Thor's endless jibes and weird looks he gave him since he found about Loki and y/n's clandestine love game. However, his older brother was way too childish and nosy to just give in and let him live his life.

With furrowed brows he admired Loki's raven curls which were always perfectly styled. The black suit snug closely around his athletic form giving him a hint of a rich CEO who’s not ashamed about dubious business. A growled “hm?” from the god of mischief let him snap out of his trance yet Loki didn’t appreciate him of a view.

“My dear brother, I was just confused about your choice of clothing. We we will be bowling. That’s an actual sport here in Midgard” Thor huffed, defensively crossing his hands in front of his broad chest. Loki was quick to turn around and face his brother's slightly amused demeanor. How dared he?

“I presume one of us has to beware the honor of our bloodline here. You’re looking like a homeless drug addict, Thor” Loki scoffed running a hand through his hair while they still waited on the sidewalk in front of the bowling hall. Apparently, Y/n and Wanda forgot the drinks they wanted to bring along so the gods were assigned with holding the fort.

“Brother! I most certainly do not look li-" Thor boomed but his voice vanished into the noise of the busy street as he looked down on himself. Loki drank in his reaction, enjoying the slight redness on his brother's cheeks. "no?" he asked smugly grinning and raising an eyebrow in pure amusement. Was he really the god of mischief if he didn't rub it in like lotion?

"By Odin's beard!" Thor mocked like a little child but his mind which was fed with so many dirty details yesterday came up with just the right thing to poke the bear. "I would have at least worn a suit in another color, Loki. On black fabric certain stains are perfectly visible"… he whispered cheekily, hitting the exact moment when y/n came back into view.

LOVED THIS CHAPTER WAY TOO MUCH😁

You are so funny 💀😂 that Thor is a LOOK. I'm definitely using that for inspiration 😊

He's right though, white biological stains DO dry in very visibly to black. It's a good thing Loki has perfected his sexual artistry in a way that avoids such a situation 🤣or maybe its just an illusion and he's covered with cum all the time, either way I'm into it.

The next CF is scheduled to arrive in like an hour I think and it's BOWLING NIIIIIGHT get yer shoes.

Thor is back, and there's some new Satchel! Steve headcanon I'm excited to share 🤣 and there's smut obviously, if you're into that sort of thing.

@animnerd @mochie85 @gigglingtigger @michelleleewise @fictive-sl0th @loopsisloops @mischief2sarawr @wheredafandomat @lokischambermaid @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @gigglingtigger @holymultiplefandomsbatman @muddyorbs

[lenaluthortho-blog]

Maggie: alright never have I ever… *glances at lena* fantasized about being with Supergirl

Alex: gross *doesn’t take a drink*

Kara: ha! 😅 *doesn’t take a drink*

Lena:

[evilvampire]

Super old reference, but do you guys remember literal music videos bc I’ve only seen the literal version for total eclipse of the heart once but I still have

Here a bunch of preppies make a toast

(drinking wine, doooouchebags)

Most of it just ENDS UP ON THE FLOOOR

AND THEY SHOULDN’T FENCE AT NIIIIIGHT

‘CAUSE THEY MIGHT JUST HUUUURT THE GYMNASTS

Playing in my head on repeat for 10+ years now

[simmer-until-tender]

Ginger: So, we’re going to Shelly Blohm’s house party on Friday, right?

Pandora: Haha, you’re joking right? She’s part of Heather’s possy.

Ginger: Nah, that blonde girl’s the only one who follows Heather around. The others just sit at the same lunch table. And who cares, anyway? It’s just a party, we don’t have to go anywhere near Heather.

Pandora: Ugh, I already see her face at school every day. You’re gonna make me see her face on Friday night, too?

Ginger: Girl, your hate for that girl is out-of-control. Just ignore her. And the party is at Shelly’s parents beach house. And there’s free alcohol!!

Pandora: We could just drink at my house that night and have our own fun.

Ginger: But then we’d have to find someone to buy the alcohol for us. And it would cost money. At Shelly’s house it’d be freeee! We could party all niiiiight!!

Pandora: You’re not gonna give this up, are you?

Ginger: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease? I’ll hold your hair back if you get sloppy drunk.

Pandora: It’s usually you that gets sloppy drunk.

[cellard0ors]

Hi,I getting mood for fordwest with this diagoloue “its freezing in here”,your fic is amazing.written so beautifully like novel.look forward for more and have a nice day ♥

"I drove all niiiiiiiiiiiiight," Ford warbles into the karaoke microphone with gusto, wavering on his feet because he's not just a little drunk, he's totally hammered.

Preston, who sits nearby watching, one hundred sober, face palms even as he grins. Stanford Pines is just too cute. The two had gone out to celebrate their upcoming graduation from West Coast Tech, Stan chose to stay in, a long day at work leaving him exhausted beyond belief.

As such, Preston and Ford wandered to the nearest bar. And then the next. Followed by the next and then the next. Apparently several students had had the same idea as they had and as such, the city was alive tonight with party-going college students.

Shots, martinis, beers - liquor flowed freely, everyone buying everyone a drink and while Preston makes sure to keep an eye out for any attempted drink tampering, everything thus far has been on the up and up. Other than Ford getting a little too into his cups.

The last leg of their tour led them to this place with it’s karaoke bar and Ford, happily drunk, wandered up and requested this song. This song that he’s currently butchering, as he croons off key, “No one can move me the way that you do. Nothing erases this feeling between me and yoooou, I drove all niiiiight to get to you. Is that all right?”

Preston swallows a chuckle and then, alarmed, sees that Ford has moved from the miniscule ‘stage’ this establishment has to amble towards him. Ford’s unfocused eyes have a lustful gleam as he practically clambers on to Preston’s lap, playing with his hair as he throatily murmurs the lyrics, “I drove all night crept in your room. Woke you from your sleep to make love to you. Is that all right?”

The flash of heat Preston feels on his cheeks isn’t just from Ford’s actions, but also from this very public display of affection. While Preston has become more comfortable in his sexuality, he’s never exactly flaunted it. Much less like this. They’re getting cat calls and whistles from happy bar-goers as well as some derisive snorts from the less than supportive.

Preston gently eases Ford up and, in one swift maneuver, smoothly loops the smaller boy over one of his shoulders. The microphone drops with a loud whine and while it’s a bit of struggle (considering his current predicament) he manages to scoop it up and return it to the DJ before they make their exit.

Ford continues to mumble the song to himself, never mind the fact Preston is carrying him like a sack of grain. Preston looks up and down the busy sidewalk, considering his options. His cellphone is tucked away, so an Uber would be a bit hard to handle. And while he’s not the biggest fan of taxis, it would appear there is no other alternative.

This in mind, he hails one and then, very carefully, ushers Ford inside. For his part, Ford is several things - sleepy, tanked, and frisky. The last is a bit more difficult, as he keeps trying to...do things to Preston as the driver takes them home. He climbs all over Preston, sucking at his ears, biting his neck, planting wet, messy kisses on his mouth and all while Preston does his best to wrangle him about.

The driver, clearly being a veteran of his trade, makes nary a comment on what’s going on in his backseat and once paid, drops them off to speed away to his next fare without a word. Once more, Preston scoops Ford up, but instead of a fireman’s carry, he goes for the classic, bridal style move.

Ford wraps his arms around Preston’s neck and giggles, remarking how romantic it all is as Preston takes him to the elevator and they go upstairs to their apartment. Another struggle to get inside but, once in, Preston puts Ford down and sighs, “Home sweet home, eh, dear?”

Ford just hums and drunkenly bobs his head, “I had fun.”

“I’ll just bet you did,” Preston returns sweetly, “Albeit you’ll be having less fun tomorrow. Best get you to bed.”

“Bed! Yes! Great idea!” Ford starts struggling with his clothes, clearly thinking of disrobing and doing something scandalous, but Preston tut-tuts him, “Not for that, Stanford. You need rest. We’ll be lucky if we make it through the night without your being grievously ill. Now, as to Stanley...”

Preston looks around the apartment, eyes moving towards Stan and Ford’s room, which proves to be highly unnecessary as a loud snore suddenly rips through the air. He turns his gaze to the futon and, sure enough, Stan is passed out in front of the TV.

Ford, seeing this as well, raises a shaky finger to his lips, “Shhh, he’s sleepin’.”

“That he is,” Preston sighs, slightly discouraged because he had hoped for Stan's help with his brother. Still, Preston is nothing if not capable. He’s thinking of how best to tuck Ford in, when he’s yet again attacked by Ford’s hands and mouth.

Sticky fingers comb through his hair and the taste of tequila is all over Ford’s tongue. The kiss is sloppy and sweet, but Preston gently breaks it, “Now, now - none of that, dearest. Like I said, you need your rest...”

“Hmm, go to bed with me?” Ford purrs and looks at him in a way that immediately makes Preston’s intelligence drop. Even sauced, Ford has a way about him, a way that makes Preston feel so stupid in love it’s close to laughable. Preston breathes in through his nose, “Well...I suppose...”

He looks at Stan and then looks to Stan and Ford’s room. The twins rarely, if ever, sleep separate. Oh, sure, sometimes they all clamber into Preston’s bed, but overall, they each keep to their rooms. Still...

“...Stan is sleeping...”

“He is,” Ford mock pouts and falls forward, mouth dropping kisses under Preston’s jaw, “And I’m cold...”

“You’re cold?”

“It’s freezing in here,” Ford shivers and that’s humorous, considering only a few seconds ago he was trying to disrobe. Still, he wriggles against Preston’s body, whining, “C’mon, Pres, take me to bed. I drove all night...”

“You didn’t drive,” Preston chides dryly, unable to fight off a smile as he nods to himself, taking Ford by one of his hands, “Very well, then...”

He takes Ford into his room, carefully depositing him on the mattress. He then goes to his dresser drawers and removes two nightshirts. Turning back, he carefully undresses Ford - starting by untying and shucking off his shoes, his socks. He follows with Ford’s pants and shirt and, thankfully, Ford’s reached the point where he’s no longer amorously handsy as much as sleepy.

He’s as easy to manipulate as a doll and Preston slips the nightshirt over his head. He eases him beneath the plush covers and then goes to the restroom to fill a glass of water. He also retrieves a few Tylenol and puts these by Ford’s bedside as well as a metal trash can, a cautionary measure he prays they won’t need.

This done, he changes into the other nightshirt before climbing between the covers himself and turning out the lights. Ford, half asleep, crawls over him, one ear pressing against his heart as he slurs, “Mmmm, nice ‘n warm.”

“I try to be.”

“Pres?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Love you...”

Preston’s lips twitch and yet again, he wonders how on earth he got so lucky, as he presses a kiss to the top of Ford’s head, “I love you too, dearest. I love you too.”

[hearteyeschalamet]

goodnight n go

I love love love Ari and also love love love timmy. pls tell me if u like it lol xoxo

“Tell me why you gotta look at me that way? You know what it does to me. So baby what you tryna say?”

You sat across from him. Everyone had left and it was just the two of you left in your apartment. Empty beer bottles and plastic cups lay around the room. You were on the sofa, him on the floor. You were both finishing your drinks, truth be told you were waiting for Timmy to leave. You wanted to go to bed, your head fuzzy because of the drink. You looked at him to find him looking at you through his curls, a slight smirk on his face. “What?” you quizzed. He laughed. “Nothing,” he said, looking away and shaking his head. He knew you liked him. You’d told him a couple of times, hoping it was reciprocated. It wasn’t. “What?” you repeated, seeing him looking you up and down again. “I don’t know..” he slurred. He was drunk. You both were. All of these feelings and a shit ton of vodka didn’t mix well.

“Oh, why’d you have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you. Why must you make me laugh so much? It’s bad enough we get along so well.  Just say goodnight n go.”

He looked down at the bottle in his hands, peeling at the label. He was humming a song to himself that had played earlier that night. He looked so sweet like this, the only lights hitting him were the streetlights streaming in from outside. You were just taking it all in when he opened his mouth and gave out the biggest burp. You shrieked with laughter. “Jesus, Timmy!” you exclaimed, wiping tears from your eyes. “Sorry,” he giggled. “It’s the beer.” he explained. You were in fits of laughter, it completely ruined the prior sweet moment. You sighed, finishing with a small giggle. “I’m tired,” you said, half hinting for him to leave. “Me too.” Timmy sighed, coming to sit next to you on the sofa, putting his head on your shoulder. Hint obviously not taken. He shouldn’t do this. He knew what he was doing. It wasn’t fair. He knew how you felt.

“One of these days you’ll miss your train  And come stay with me,”

You sat for a while, not moving, scared this might be the closest you’d get to him. After a while of sitting in silence, Timmy took his phone out and began scrolling. “Fuuuuuck!” he said, his voice raised. “Timothée!” you said, putting your hands over his mouth. “I have neighbours!” He stuck his tongue out, making you snap your hands away. “I missed the last train,” he sighed. You rolled your eyes. Of course he did. “Stay here,” you told him. “It’s not like you haven’t before.” you said, your words slurring now too. “Yeah but..” he trailed off. “Yeah but nothing. Take the sofa. I’m going to bed.” you said, staggering off to your room. “You know where the blankets are!” you shouted on your way.

“You’ll sleep here, I’ll sleep there, But then the heating may be down again, (At my convenience)”

You got to your room and changed quickly, the November cold nipping at your skin. Jumping under the covers, you put your phone on charge, seeing a message appear on the screen from Timothée. It simply read: “cold x” You quickly typed back, “i’ll put the heating on”. You rolled out of bed, into the hall and flicked the switch. “Happy now?” you asked. “Much happier.” he replied. “Night!” he shouted. “Niiiiight!” You got to your room and settled back into your bed, pulling the covers right up. He was right, it was cold. You rubbed your feet together, trying to get some heat going. No use. Why was it not warming up? You reached out to touch your radiator, checking for warmth. Nothing. You sighed, getting out of bed again to check the boiler. You flicked a light on and saw Timmy dart his eyes towards you. “Cold,” he said. “Mhmm, I’m checking the boiler.” you explained, your voice getting groggy now. No lights. No noise. Broken. Brilliant. “Fuck,” you said. “Fuck fuck fuck!” you repeated. “What?” he asked, walking over to join you now. He looked at the boiler. “Ah, shit.” he said. “Well, looks like we’re sharing then,” he said, looking at you, wiggling his eyebrows. “Shut up and come on then,” you told him. He followed you into your room. You had to admit, you weren’t best pleased with the idea of sharing a bed with Timmy but it wasn’t the worst thing to happen. Closer than earlier, anyway. 

“Why’d you have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you.”

He flopped on to the bed, closing his eyes lightly and smiling. “Budge your ass,” you told him. “Rude,” he said, fake offended. You both pulled the covers up and faced each other. “Night,” he whispered, looking at you. “Night, Timmy.” you replied. You closed your eyes, finally ready to sleep. You lay for a while, unable to drift off. You opened your eyes to see if Timmy was asleep. He was looking right at you, smiling. “What?” you asked, giggling. “You just looked pretty that’s all,” he mumbled. “Stop it,” you giggled. “What?” he asked. “Just stop..being..cute,” you fumbled. “Sorry, impossible.” he told you. “Gross,” you said, rolling over. He poked your back. “Don’t roll over, I’m not tired.” What a child. You rolled back over to face him. “I am,” you said. 

“Know you’re thinking ‘bout it, baby, Just one kiss, While you’re looking at ‘em, baby, read my lips,”

You sat talking for the next half hour. It got to 3am. “Timmy, I’m tired,” you whispered, yawning. He didn’t say anything, just looked at you. Not in your eyes, at your lips. This wasn’t happening. It’s not fair. He’s drunk and horny and knows you like him, that’s all. Don’t read into it, Y/N. Don’t read into it. You went to roll over again, his arm stopped you. “Y/N-“ he started. “No, Timmy. Please. I’m tired.” “Can we just talk?” he asked. “About?” “About us,” You sighed. “You said there isn’t an us. It’s fine.” you said. It was fine, you were still friends and he never played on the fact that you liked him or teased you. It was fine. He was silent again. “I just don’t want anything to happen and one of us regret it, Timmy.” you admitted. “Don’t build my hopes up, please.” He still didn’t talk, again, just looked at you. “Can I kiss you?” he finally said. It took all of the strength in your body to tell him no. “I’m not messing you around, I’m drunk but I’m thinking straight, trying to think straight, and I want to kiss you,” he said. Silence hung over the room. Not an awkward silence but not a comfortable one either. “Kiss me in the morning when you’re sober,” you told him. “It is the mor-“ “Timmy, please don’t,” you pleaded. “You know how I feel about you, this isn’t fair,” you sighed. “We haven’t spoke about it in months, Y/N. Things have changed.” he admitted. “Changed?” you asked. He nodded. “Tell me the same thing tomorrow, then I’ll believe it,” you said. He sighed in defeat then looked to you again. “One kiss?” he asked. You looked at him, not saying anything, not moving away. He had his answer. He leaned in and slowly pressed his lips to yours. It was short and sweet. Neither of you spoke after that. You rolled over and he put his arm around you, pulling you in closer. You smiled. Had things changed? 

also: if u fancy sending me requests I'd love to start writing on a regular basis and I love new ideas hehe x

[nemxricultrix]

When all this is over second round of drinks is on me and I'm going to pass out after the..

I guess "we lived" stuff.

Cuz we're probably gonna need a lot of stuff drinks after this.

Actual imma pass out now k niiiiight.

[ghosty-goos-asks]

Lol oops

He'll be fine, he just needs to take it easy and eat, drink plenty of fluids... - 🍕����‍♂️

Oh I had that covered last niiiiight - 💜💜

...Lay back down - 🍕🧛‍♂️

[lovemesomesurveys]

& it was all yellow.

The Color Yellow

1. “Yellow Submarine” by The Beatles or “Yellow” by Coldplay? Yellow by Coldplay. 2. Have you heard of the band Yellowcard? Yes.  ”there’s a place off Ocean Avenue where I used to sit and talk with you. We were both sixteen and it felt so right. Sleeping all day, staying up all niiiiight.” 3. Does the sunshine make you happy? No. 4. Do you associate the color yellow with happiness? For me it’s more “mellow yellow”, ha. 5. What’s your favorite emoji? 🤡. 

Do you stick with the traditional yellow sticky notes and highlighters or do you prefer other colors instead? I like to use other colors as well. 7. Bananas or lemons? Bananas. 8. Corn or yellow peppers? Corn. 9. How do you like your eggs? Fried or fertilized? ha. I like ‘em scrambled, sunny-side up, hard boiled, and deviled. 10. Have you ever had to read “The Yellow Wallpaper”? I had to Google that, but yes I do remember reading that. I think it was in middle school. 11. Chicks or ducklings? Both are cute. 12. Do you have any rubber duckies? No.

13. Is mustard one of your favorite condiments? Yeah. 14. Is Spongebob Squarepants your favorite cartoon character? Sure.  15. Have you ever played Poke’mon Yellow? Nope. 16. Could you be described as “yellow-bellied”? Yes.  17. Have you ever visited Yellowstone National Park? I have not.

18. Have you ever used the Yellow Pages before? When I was young, like early teens. 19. Have you ever had the drink Mello Yellow? Yes. 20. What is your favorite yellow flower? Yellow roses. 21. Do you know where the Yellow River is located? How about the Yellow Sea? I do. 22. What does a yellow ribbon represent? I know it’s been used to show support for the troops. 23.  Would you want to go down the yellow-brick road? Yes, with Dorothy and the gang, singing the song while we go. 24. Have you ever had Yellow Fever? No. 25. Have you ever been stung by a yellow jacket? Noooo.  [a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

[fanfic-inator795]

RotTMNT Oneshot: Family Karaoke Night

(Also on AO3 if you want to leave a kudos/comment there)

Plot: No matter what their singing abilities, anyone can get into karaoke - even an old rat.

((Finally finished this after having it in my drafts for like a month. Basically, I love family fluff, I love silly fun, and I love imagining characters singing. Put them all together, and you get this. Enjoy! ^v^))

While most kids her age probably had to be pushed and dragged into getting their homework done early, April had no problems with it. Of course, that MAY have had something to do with wanting to hang out with her brothers for a couple hours before having to go to bed and prepare for another exhausting school day, but hey, motivation was motivation.

Though, naturally, this motivation waned a little on the weekends, where it was far too easy to just push everything off until Sunday afternoon. It was a bad habit, April could admit that, but she had gotten a bit better at doing at least a little work each day before rushing off the sewers. And, on nights like tonight, she didn’t want to risk anything weighing on her mind and possibly ruining her night.

So, she worked through her assignments as soon as she got home, and munched on reheated leftovers as she wrote out the outline for her essay that was due the next week. Once she was satisfied with the progress she had made, April shut down her computer, grabbed her already packed bag and heading out the door, making sure to give Mayhem a quick pet goodbye before leaving. It was a bit later than she had hoped, though that hardly mattered when you were staying up all night.

“Heyyyy, I’m here!” April yelled once she reached the entrance of the lair. Almost immediately, she heard footsteps race towards her, and with a grin, she ran towards the brothers with open arms.

“See, boys? I told you she’d show up soon!” Raph said as soon as their group hug ended.

“Of course! I just had some homework I had to finish up, but there was no way that I was going to miss-”

“Karaoke niiiight~” Leo sang, holding a pretend microphone to his mouth. His brothers joined in, harmonizing. “Karaoke niiiiight!” “Karaoke ni-i-iiiiiight~!”

April snickered, shaking her head. Such dorks, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. After a moment though, she noticed the missing member of their quartet. “Hey, where’s Donnie?”

“Oh, you know how he is,” Raph answered, “He’s still downloading songs. I guess there was this album that was just released that he really wanted to sing?”

“Ah,” April nodded. That definitely sounded like Donnie. “Heh, you’d think he’d be happy with the songs we have. He texted me yesterday, tellin’ me all about how it was apparently ‘the most advanced karaoke machine of all time’. Wouldn't be surprised if that thing had a thousand and one songs on that thing by now.”

“Thaaat sounds about right, but apparently it’s still not enough,” Leo shrugged. Not that he could really complain, more songs could only be a good thing, just as long as they weren’t a bunch of cheesy love songs that he and his family sang at literal nauseum while they were high off a case of Rat Flu. No matter how fun the idea of an all-night karaoke night might have been, Leo wasn’t and would never be in the mood to hear a another three hour rendition of “My Heart Will Go On”.

“Come on, let’s go grab the snacks and then we can ask him about it!” Mikey told them, already grabbing April’s arm and eagerly dragging her towards the kitchen, “Oh! And April, did you bring-?”

“Of course!” April grinned, holding up her bag full of goodies. Beads and tacky sunglasses, huge hats and feather boas, and at least half a dozen old halloween costumes. It would seem that one person’s trash was another person’s stage outfit. Mikey grinned back at her, giving her a quick hug.

“This is gonna be AWESOME!” “Heh, isn’t it always with you guys around?” “Could say the same thing about you, sis~”

It took a bit of maneuvering to grab all of the snacks and treats Mikey had made in one go, but thankfully the box turtle’s near perfect balance and April’s experience in waiting tables helped them enough to carry all of it into the next room without spilling a single crumb - though they’d have to come back for the drinks. Naturally there were pizza puffs, as well as chicken wings, tortilla chips, popcorn shrimp, and even cupcakes (and in three different flavors, no less). Even with supper still settling in her stomach, she couldn’t deny that it all looked delicious!

“Gee Mike, you think we have enough to get us through the night?” April asked, smirking a bit despite the weight on her arms.

“I sure hope so.” Mikey placed the final bowl on his head, making sure not to tilt it. “But, if we get really desperate, I think we’ve got some ice cream in the back of the freezer.”

“Uh huh, and how old is it?”

Mikey thought for several moments before he finally answered, flashing a sheepish grin as he did so. “Uhhh, probably best not to ask.”

The tv room had been completely transformed. Leftover streamers from past birthday and holiday parties had been strung around haphazardly while a small ball with rainbow lights spun in the corner, giving the whole room a sort of disco effect. The lights were low and the projector was already on, and near the screen were two speakers that had been dragged out specifically for this night. From the karaoke machine, Donnie (whose classic goggles had been replaced with a pair of purple shutter shades) gave April and his youngest brother a brief wave, barely looking up from his tablet.

Beanbags, blankets and pillows had also been dug out, creating a classic sleepover mood. Near Splinter’s chair was their usual eating table, where they quickly dropped off their load. Almost immediately, Raph and Leo dug in, putting their “Best Power Rock Anthem of All Time” argument on hold for the time being.

“So, we about ready to start this night, already?” April asked, “Cause I’ve had a loooong day, and I’m ready to get singin’!”

“Just a few more minutes!” Donnie told her, “Just have to finish downloading these last few songs, plus install the love song blocker-”

“Tha’k yuu!” Leo said through a mouth-full of pizza puffs. His twin simply gave him a thumbs up.

“If April’s callin’ the first song of the night, then Raph’s callin’ the second one! After all-” He smirked, his voice deepening. “Someone’s gotta bring a bit of soul to this shindig. Awww, yeahhh~”

April snorted, covering her mouth before her giggles could escape. How Raphael managed to get into soul music of all things, she would never know. But hey, whatever made him happy. “Heh, second song’s all yours, Raph.”

“Sweet. Thanks, girl.”

“Ooh! And we’ve just GOTTA do duets!” Mikey chimed in, quickly turning back to his genius purple brother, “That thing does duets, right Dee?”

“It had precisely two hundred and thirty nine duets programmed into it, as well as a second microphone plug-in available. ...So yes, ‘Angelo,” he smiled simply, “It does duets.” Mikey leapt across the sea of blankets to pull him into a hug, silently thanking him for all his hard work. Not that it was really THAT hard or even that much of a bother - Donnie was just as much of a showman (er, show-turtle) as the rest of his brothers, and it didn’t take a genius to realize that they would be hearing quite a few Broadway numbers that night. Still, he appreciated the gesture, and returned it with a quick pat on Mikey’s shell.

“Well then come on, guys! Let’s stop talking about it and get started already!” Leo grinned, standing from his seat and striking a bit of a pose, “I hope you’re ready to be blown away by my sweet singing skills.”

“Hmph, gonna be hard to be ‘blown away’ if all you sing are meme songs,” Donnie retorted, rolling his eyes while everyone else snickered.

Leo however was hardly offended. “Don’t act like you still don’t consider ‘All Star’ to be a jam even after all the memes,” he said, smirking back at his twin.

“You know, in my time, people went out for karaoke rather than just taking over the nearest space for who knows how long.” Everyone turned to see Splinter in the doorway, looking not too happy about losing control of the tv room for the night. Sure, he had a tv in his bedroom, but the smaller screen plus what was sure to be a whole night of loud singing and laughter wasn’t much of a consolation.

“Aww, come on, Pop, don’t be like that,” Raph said, offering his father a welcoming smile. The rat man just huffed, crossing his arms.

“We’ve got snacks!” Dashing back over to the small table, Mikey picked up the bowl of chips. “You looooove snacks~”

Splinter hummed. “I do love snacks,” he mumbled, softening a bit.

“And-” Leo began, hoping to seal the deal and free themselves from their rat-dad’s grumpiness towards their special night once and for all, “I’m sure we could fit in some time to let you sing a few songs too! Come on, Dad, join in on the fun!”

At that, Splinter’s yellow eyes narrowed and hardened once more. “Ohhh, so NOW you don’t mind me singing, huh?” he asked, “Have you boys learned to appreciate other people’s musical talent, or do you simply not mind listening to something that ‘belongs in the sewers’?”

While April could only look on in confusion, the four turtles all winced in harsh realization. So THAT was why he was so upset and annoyed…

“Okay, but that was different!” Leo argued, “That was for our band and, and we just wanted it to be OUR thing!” In a lower tone, he added, “Plus it’s not like weird opera singing would’ve fit anyway-” Splinter growled. He tries to impress his sons a little with something unique and this is what he gets?

“BUT, that still doesn’t make it right!” Raph said, quickly jumping in (and shooting Leon a glare for good measure), “We’re sorry for what we said, and for bein’ so rude about it, okay Pop?”

“Yeah!” “Totes!” April nodded as well, despite having nothing to do with whatever incident brought all this up, just to give her support. Getting an idea, she then reached over and grabbed one of the microphones.

“You could even have the first song!” she offered, handing him the device as a peace offering, “What do you say, Master Splinter?”

“...” Splinter looked at the microphone, then at the faces staring back at him. All of them (the boys especially) were looking at him with concern as well as encouragement. Splinter sighed through his nose. He might have been petty at times, but he wasn’t so stubborn that he’d totally ruin his kids’ night. “I suppose I could sing one song.”

“Then step on up, Dad!” Donnie smiled, giving a dramatic wave of his arm towards the karaoke machine. Splinter smirked at the gesture, and began scrolling through the seemingly infinite song list.

“So you’re SURE there’s no love songs on there,” Leo whispered. Donnie nodded - though, he still wasn’t expecting that great of a ‘performance’ judging by how far back he moved, phone in hand. He just hoped whatever his father picked, it wasn’t too long of a song.

Thankfully, the genre tabs made it a bit easier to search for something familiar to him. He didn’t expect there to be any non-anime opening Japanese songs on there, but- “Aha!” He selected a song, and after a couple seconds, a light enough tune began playing through the speakers. First a keyboard and guitar, and then a blast of trumpets.

Immediately, everyone sat up a bit straighter. “Whoa! Is this-?” Raph asked, beginning to grin.

“I didn’t know he liked THIS kind of music too!” Leo commented.

“Ha! I grew up with this music, frankly I’m surprised YOU all even know it!” Splinter chuckled. The wonders of the Internet and timeless hit songs, he supposed. He then began to sing as he struck a bit of a pose, not even needing the words.

“Do you remember... the 21st night of September? Love was changing the minds of pretenders, while chasing the clouds awayyyyy~” His young audience started clapping along with the beat, giving a small cheer or two as they did. “Our hearts were ringing, in the key that our souls were singing. As we danced in the night, remember how the stars stole the night away~”

Sure, Splinter’s voice was still a bit gravely and off-key, but- “You know, he’s actually not that bad,” Donnie smiled, “Definitely has stage presence.”

“Heh, yeah,” Raph agreed, “And he can sure put a lot of energy into somethin’ when he wants to, don’t you think-?” April’s laugh cut him off, bringing the snapper’s attention back to the ‘stage’ in front of him, where his younger brothers now stood beside their father, happily singing along with the chorus despite not having microphones of their own. Splinter just grinned at them, not minding them all.

“Ba de ya!” Leo and Mikey sang.

“Someday you’ll remember-” Splinter sang back.

“Ba de ya!” They sang again, with Raph and Donnie now joining in as well.

“Dancing in September~”

“Ba de ya!”

“Never was a cloudy dayyyyy!” Splinter and April both belted out, with the latter still trying to hold back her laughter. The song went on, and not a single voice completely dropped out, with Splinter naturally taking the main part while his children kept the chorus strong. Even as the tune faded out, they all still sang and danced and giggled until Splinter finally spoke up once more.

“Well, I think it’s clear that I’ve properly gotten this karaoke night started~” He smirked, “April, I believe it’s your turn.”

“Don’t mind if I do!” April grinned as the rat passed the microphone.

April and Raph kept things in the 70s a bit longer with “Hanging On the Telephone” and a bit of Stevie Wonder while the twins brought it back to more moderns hits with  “Never Gonna Give You Up” (“Seriously, Leon? We were having such a great time and I feel so annoyed right now.”) and a bit of Daft Punk. Mikey nearly brought the sewers down with his rapping, and then it was back to Splinter with “Right Back Where We Started From”, a song the boys could swear they remember him singing from the childhoods, either while he was preparing food or just a light sorta-lullaby to calm them down.

The song selections went from disco to glam rock, broadway to hip-hop, soul to techno, and everything in-between. Costumes were naturally dragged out with each new performance, further adding to the fun as numerous pictures were taken. Snacks were replenished twice and Splinter grabbed some sake from his second “Do Not Touch” cabinet in the kitchen. He wasn’t much of a drinker these days, finding milk and cake more appealing, but he figured a glass or two wouldn’t hurt. As for everyone else, they loaded up on sugary pop and juice, not minding missing out.

It didn’t take long for Splinter to drop out after that, though he was still content with sitting in his chair and watching everyone else sing. He clapped after the surprisingly impressive rap battle between his youngest and his oldest, and laughed along with everyone else when Leo tried to sing some Vanilla Ice.

But, not even the most fun karaoke nights could last forever. The time between songs, where they’d just talk about random things or play on their phones, was getting longer and longer. Donnie had begun singing one of the more mellow songs currently on the billboard top 100 when Splinter finally closed his eyes.

When he woke up, the atmosphere in the room was much different. It was quiet, warm and peaceful even, despite the harsh neon lighting from the spinning light ball. On the screen, a turtle-shell logo silently bounced around. Surrounding his chair, Splinter could hear the light snores and mumbles of his sons and their friend. He could also see all the empty cans and wrappers, not to mention all the dishes and crumbs.

Splinter shook his head, mentally scolding them for the mess before shrugging it off. They were teenagers and making messes was just a thing they did, they could always clean later. He then put a paw to his mouth, muffling his cough. He didn’t lose his voice, but his throat was still pretty dry.

Slowly, he got up, and crept around the covered lumps, silent and swift like the ninja master he was. He stole one last glance at them once he reached the doorway, their laughter from the night before still echoing in his mind. He smirked at the memory, chuckling lightly before making his way to the kitchen.

Not wanting to wait for tea, Splinter just grabbed a cup and ran some warm water, drinking that instead. He made sure to sit as well, his aging joints still aching slightly despite being plenty mobile. He had accepted his age, having fought off any ‘mid-life crisis’ thoughts pretty well so far, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still notice certain things. The aches, the fatigue, the white hair.. (He still wasn’t completely sure if that last one was simply the mutation’s doing, or if raising four kids really stressed him out that much.)

Even so, nights like the one they just had and the content mornings like the one he was having now reminded him that he still had plenty left to enjoy and much more life to live. He definitely appreciated that… Perhaps that was why, once he finished his drink and his throat no longer ached, Splinter began getting out various pans and ingredients.

Ever since Michelangelo developed his cooking passion at the age of eight, he and his brothers had taken care of whatever meals that weren’t just ordered in. But just because Splinter was no longer the chef of the house didn’t mean he still didn’t know how to prepare a decent family breakfast. He started the rice first, then the eggs. They would have just enough for everyone to get one omelette each. He was just about to start cracking them when he heard footsteps.

“Morning,” April said quietly, giving him a nod.

“Good morning, April,” Splinter nodded back, “Feel free to go back into the tv room and relax, it’s going to be a while.”

“Actually, I think I’m gonna stay here for a while,” April replied, “I needed to stretch for a bit, and I do have another set of hands right here for you to use.”

“I’m capable of making breakfast on my own,” Splinter told her, his tone betraying his otherwise distancing words. You are a guest, don’t feel like you need to help.

April just smiled, and walked over to the counter. “I know, and so am I. Mind handin’ me a peeler?”

Having no real reason to argue, Splinter did as he was told. “...By the way, thanks for joining us last night,” she told him. With all the adventures there were to be had around the city and Splinter’s shows that he enjoyed watching, the six of them didn’t always get to hang out together too often. But just because these instances were more rare didn’t mean they weren’t still wanted. “The guys and I really enjoyed havin’ you around. ...You’re a pretty cool guy, Master.”

A warm smile crept onto his lips. “...I could say the same about you, April.”

The two worked in silence, with Splinter concentrating on the rice and eggs while April made her favorite hashbrown recipe as well as some bacon. Slowly but surely, the rest of their underground home (or in April’s case, home away from home) started coming back to life.

Mikey woke up first, greeting them both with a hug and eager to help by making toast. Raph came next, having smelt the food. With the food covered, he assigned himself table setting duties. Finally, a very groggy pair of twins joined them. Donnie started up the coffee machine and tea kettle (with the majority vote settling on camomile with a bit of honey) while Leo got out all the juice they had left in the fridge.

By the time everything was done, conversations had started up, hoping to hide the sound of their stomachs growling. “You know, we should try to do this next week!” Mikey said as they all began to sit down, “Or next month or, you know, just sometime soon!”

“What, karaoke till we pass out and then breakfast the morning after?” Donnie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mikey nodded eagerly. “Yeah! At least once a month! Come on, you guys are lyin’ if you say you don’t want to do that more often.”

While Mikey’s brothers and sister considered it, Splinter hummed in consideration. “Not a bad idea, Orange, though why don’t we focus on eating breakfast and cleaning up last night’s mess before we plan anymore karaoke nights, hm?”

The box turtle gave a sheepish smile. “Heh, right,” he said as he began digging into his food, “Got it, Pops.”

Splinter smiled back at his orange son before looking back down at his own plate. He nibbled on his rice and toast, and resisting the urge to start humming a certain song from the night before… Fun karaoke nights with his family were one thing, but getting a tune stuck in his head for hours on end was quite another.

Still, it wasn’t a bad idea… Not a bad idea at all.

THE END

[pippaespina]

📱 from george

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

05/24 @ 1:37 AM — GEORGIE 05/25 @ 1:55 PM — wtf i just woke up do u wanna get coffee later. mid afternoon boost for you probably 05/27 @ 1:58 PM — i’ll bring the sweater i borrowed from you last week 05/27 @ 9:19 PM — i got some stuff ( im being subtle so the hex people who are spying on us don’t see but it’s w**d ) and a bunch of movies in my netflix cue so get your ass over here it’s movie niiiiight05/25 @ 9:19 PM — it kept trying to auto correct it to queue what the fuck are silent letters for anyway this is why i flunked freshman english 

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

DATE UNKNOWN, DATA LOST — george i did something really really really bad i’m so sorry please please promise you’ll forgive me no matter what i didn’t ever want to hurt you i can’t lose you please don’t hate me please 05/24 @ 1:55 AM — sorry i  kwno youre probably sleeping and i dont wnana bother you i know this isn’t really your scene i lvoe you though 05/25 @ 1:54 PM — never let me drink again 05/26 @ 6:42 PM — why are you even friends with me? i’m such a cunt and i’m literally nothing like you and kev because of it you guys should find someone that likes the same stuff you do 05/26 @ 6:42 PM — like reading and not being a waste of space

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

espinass is typing ... took this at a red light hope i crash when it turns green espinass is typing ... wear something cute to my funeral

What my muse saved your number as?

G 💖🔥

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

default

How many times my muse has called your this week?

three times sober, countless times drunk 

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

she misses every single one, and always texts: do u want me to call you back??