#drinksss

[attex]

😔 show the tower in minecraft at least

its really fucking shit right now

[lonely-paracosmos]

Family photo: the Esquivel's april 5th, 203?

Thank you @drinksss for your time and hard work!! Its always worth commissioning you as you make THE BEST stuff!!

We got a family photo of all the Esquivel children, in their happy, but very choatic home.

Trust me, this photo leads to bigger future plans that are slowly (but surely!!) Building up :3c

Please go and support drinks btw, his art is the only art ever

[eternityservedcold]

NO BUT SERIOUSLY that post about disney and spoiler culture FOR REAL! There was a study I always tell people about where they showed a huge sample size different film genres, and half of them they spoiled the plot for and the other half went in blind; and the sample size of people who went in spoiled actually reported liking the films MORE than the people who went in blind! who cares about marvel movie spoilers I think they should go watch an Ari Aster movie or something

I DIDNT KNOW THERE WAS A STUDY???? SPOILERS NUMERO UNO!!!!!!!

^ SOURCE BTW

[gin-archiving]

i see godseeker i tag @bachint

hollow knight doodles

[storge]

Host Souzoku Shichaimashita (2024)

[cryptidtumbleweed]

My weekend starts today, which means Umbrella Academy binge as soon as I get home

[tatakaeeren]

What if Levi met Hitsugaya? Grumpy and tiny meets Grumpy and tinier.

oohhhh what an interesting combo! I love Toshiro too! hahaha I think they would get along, both tiny responsible strong captains 💪 they can sit in the office and drink tea while reading documents 😊

[thescoutgaymer]

What if.nn kyou like

We didfng fightl? Wecoild be friends too.... Lekk

I do it tall the time...

[serialkilluh1996]

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄™

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Bimboish-female-reader

Warnings; none. Just pure foolery.

Simon loved you. He wouldn't admit it, of course, but you were his favorite subordinate. You were kind and generous, like some princess who belonged in a castle, only to have wound up working as his assistant. He wondered how you even got hired at such a tough place. Maybe you'd sprinkled fairy dust on your application.

You made him weak, merely a facade of the stone cold man he used to be. It's like you had dug a hole in his heart, making a soft spot for yourself to burrow in. You made coming to work more bearable for Simon.

He was eager more willing to get up in the morning cause he knew he'd see you not once, not twice, but a plethora of times throughout the day. He'd see your defined smile and your lively eyes and your bubbly enthusiasm. Simon was convinced it was all just a facade you put on at work. There was no way someone could be this....happy all the time.

You walk into his office, a grin on your face so firm that it pulled the skin from your throat. "You called, Mr. Riley?" "It's lieutenant, sweetheart. But, yeah, I did." He didn't seem as chipper to see you today. He never expressed true happiness anyway. He was just more neutral when you were around. Not today, though. His brows were tense, his eyes were squinted, a tight and precise stare glaring you down like a sniper. "Have a seat." He demands, waving his hand in a come hither motion.

You comply, skipping over to the chair before plopping down and spinning in it. "Don't spend in the chair, please. I'm already on HR's ass about replacing these before they give out."

"Right, of course." You kick out your foot, stopping yourself on the desk, eyes landing directly on his. He looked pretty upset about something.

"I got a complaint about you being out with my men last night. Wanna explain what's going on?" He leans forward accusingly, elbows against the desk and hands under his chin. "Well, we were just out for drinks an–" "Oh, you were out for drinksss?" He says sarcastically, slightly more irritated. "And let me guess, you went home with them too?"

"Of course I did." "Oh, christ." He facepalms, leaning back in his chair, making it creak under his weight.

"Let me explain somethin'. You are MY assistant, you got that? That means your work here is exclusive to me and what I ask you to do. You don't take orders from anyone else here. Not even the captain. Therefore, you have no need or reason to be fraternizing with my men." He lectures you, now visibly angry.

You could tell that going home with them was what pushed him other the edge. "I couldn't let them go alone. They were too drunk to drive." You defended. "Sweetheart, these are grown men. They know their limit and they purposely exceeded it. It's not your responsibility to baby them. They can face the consequences of their actions. They are dangerous individuals that you should distance yourself from. You don't know my men."

"Of course I know them, we see eachother everyday." Simon sighs at your statement. "I'd like to believe that too. but at the end of the day, men always have ulterior motives."

"Ulterior motives?" You tilt your head in confusion. He huffs, muttering under his breath. "Alright, let's say Price, for example. You're this cute girl, smaller than most of the people here. And price is this huge caption, some hairy old weirdo pushing 40. And he invites you over his house. What do you think he wants from you?" His brow arches. "Well, I don't really know John enough to know what he wants."

".....god, why...." it took everything in his will power to hold back his emotions. How could you be so dense? He breathes, steadying himself for the next question.

"Well, would you go or not?" "Yes!" "Yes!?" His voice is strained with shock and distress. "Well, how else am I gonna find out what he wants?" You fold your arms, becoming upset yourself. "Did it not even cross your mind to just ask?!"

"Well, what if he lies?" "What if he lies...." Simon repeats, chuckling under the aggravation, holding back how much you were angering him. How could you be this...slow? "And that's your concern.....tell me, sweetheart...how old are you?" "21." You respond, a small pout in your tone.

"Twenty..one... just...take the week off. I want you to come by my office later on tonight..." "for what?" You ask. "Does it matter if I tell you? What if I lie?" He laughs with exhaustion, and you follow suite. You two were gonna have a looong talk.

You can support me by liking, commenting, reblogging, and/or cashapping me @fundsbrownie. Donations are optional, but much appreciated. Have fun! And remember, take care of yourself.

[animemensblog]

Invisible

Gojo x gn!reader

Summary: what happens when Gojo meets someone who is immune to his six eyes?

No warnings :)

It was a hot day, sun beaming down and causing sweat to build along your hairline. Your headphones weren't helping with the soft muff cupping your ear and rubbing against your skin. Although it's tolerable in the shade, that means nothing when you decided today all your errands would be done by walking or train.

As you turn the corner you notice a small convenient store with a huge sign advertising 'buy one get one' on all cold items during the summer. The choices were clear; spend more money to cool off or finish walking home and die the second you enter your no ac apartment.

When you opened the store door you could feel the vibration of the bell and a faint ringing that seemed to last forever. Your feet were sore but weren't dragging, they almost felt like they were floating. You reach down in the fridge, grabbing water and a juice. The condensation quickly dripped off your hands and onto the ground, as the drop falls it splatters and hits your leg.

You stare at the water dropping towards your ankle, soaking a part of your sock. It quickly becomes uncomfortable, and what better way to ignore it other than changing your playlist?

You start shuffling to the counter, standing behind a tall white haired man waiting in line. As it moves forward, you can hear the cashier and the customer talking very loudly. As if their heads are against your chest and yelling into it, the vibrating and thumping echoed in your lungs and stomach.

As you click on a new song, an awkward laugh in front of you erupts, shortly after the stranger turned around and hit you. His arms had swung and threw you to the ground, along with your drinks and phone which managed to disappear. When you look up he's standing there, staring like he saw a ghost, his eyes were blown wide and his mouth partially agape.

At first, you thought he was just shocked. I mean, wouldn't you be if you hit someone to the ground? Then, you noticed your shorts slid down your thighs, revealing the rather brightly colored underwear peaking through. Your legs shut as you stand up, giving him a nasty glare and a meek "pervert".

Gojo on the other hand can't grasp how he didn't notice you, or even hear you behind him. His six eyes are supposed to help him, right? So how did he miss you approaching, standing there for minutes and managed to throw you to the ground? It didn't make sense.

"I'm not a pervert" Gojo says as he follows you around the store

"Your stalking says otherwise"

His pace picks up so he's less than a foot behind you, "ha! I bet you wish that's what I was doing!" He says, striking a small pose in hopes you'd notice. "Really, I just want to make sure you're ok-"

You turn around, almost chest to chest. Usually he'd be excited someone so pretty came so close but that look said maybe he shouldn't be happy. "Leave me alone" you spit before going back to searching, he watches as you turn into the isle to the right and follows.

"I can help you, ya know! I've been told my sight is the best" he boasts, turning into the isle he saw you go into.

"Really? Because you didn't see me at all before" you mumble behind him, once again he quickly turns around to find you kneeling.

"How are you doing that?" His tone had switched, it sounded like he was worried, concerned. Almost upset.

"Kneeling?" You question

"No! That's not what-" He shakes his head and sighs, they're just a normal person he thinks to himself. "Nevermind" he sighs again, then went back to looking for your drinks.

You think finally, he's gonna leave me alone. Thats until he's yelling for you from another isle, "ohhh strangerrrr!" He says dramatically, "I found your drinksss!" You can see him waving his lanky arms over the shelving.

"Most annoying man I've ever met, and I've known him less than an hour. This is some bullshit for an already bullshit day.." you continue mumbling as you almost stomp to the other side.

When you turn the corner, he's still waving his arms. He truly looked ridiculous with that big ass smile, jumping up and down like he's done the impossible. You sharply inhale before getting a running start- if he isn't going to acknowledge you when you're in the same isle, you'll just have to get it back on your own.

Despite how loud the impact of your feet was, to everyone else they were silent like paper landing completely flat on tile floor. You jump up as soon as he comes down and yank the bottles from his hands then landing before you hit the fridges. The only sound anyone else heard was you landing- the running, deep breaths and mumbling had gone unnoticed.

For a third time, the Gojo Satoru couldn't see or hear you. You. A normal person he just happened to run into while he was picking up snacks for himself, Geto and Shoko.

"You're quite annoying, you know that?" You ask as you make your way back down the isle towards the counter. Gojo doesn't realize when he started walking, gravity was just pulling him towards you. It was screaming that he needed to know who you are, how you operate, every detail a human can possibly know about themselves. More specifically, he wants to know if you're good or bad, if you're loyal or untrustworthy, if you're single or taken.

He marches up beside you with (and you hate to admit it) a charming and bright smile. He nudges your hands out of the way and pays the cashier, then turns to you and only gives you one of the bottles.

"You can have the other one later!" He says smuggly before snatching his receipt from the guys hand.

"You're a cute couple" the worker says.

"What? Ew no" you argue while leaving Gojo at the counter. He's embarrassed to say the least and only shrugs as he follows you, again.

He silently, and blindly, followed you halfway back to your apartment before you turned around to acknowledge him. "Are you actually a stalker or something?" He takes a step closer to hover over you, placing a tiny flick to your forehead.

"How are you going to hear my answer if you're wearing those headphones?" He softly asks

"I can hear perfectly fine, unlike you." Your eyes narrow at him and he chuckles. That gentle laugh has your heart skipping a beat or two.

He hums as he opens your water and takes a gulp. "Hey! That's mine you creep" you say as you try to grab it.

"I'm not a creep!" He laughs, raising his arm above his head.

"You wouldn't be following me if you weren't" you say inbetween jumps.

He once again avoids the question, this time by walking around you. "Where we heading?" He asks

"I'm heading home, you're leaving me alone."

"Aw why can't I come?" He pouts, you scoff at him while you cross the street.

"Isn't it obvious? You're a strange man following me like a lost puppy. Of course you don't belong in my house."

"But I want to go!" Gojo whines

"Why?"

Why does he want to, he wonders, is there even an appropriate answer?

"I wanna know you" he mumbles as he looks down at you, waiting to see your reaction. He imagined it as cute, sweet maybe, instead your eyebrows are furrowed and you looked mad. And yet, you let him follow you. In silence, of course.

Your mom did say make friends. I mean, she never said bring strangers into your home, especially when they borderline harassed you. But you can't shake him off, plus he's seems nice? However nice someone can be after bothering and assaulting you.

You turn onto your street and stop, "how do I know you're not going to hurt me?" Your voice sounded weak to him, even softer than when you called him a pervert earlier.

"Why would I hurt you?"

"Why would you wanna get to know me?"

He chuckles, "why wouldn't I?"

You wanted to gag. What was this, a love sitcom?

"I'll tell you what-" you take a deep breath, "I'll give you my number and if I decide you're not a creep, or a pervert or a stalker, or-"

"I get it" he says as he rubs the back of his neck

"If I somehow decide you're not any of those things, I guess we can hangout."

"Hangout?! It'd be a date!"

You pull out a pen from your bag and grab his arm, "Just because you're not a disgusting man, doesn't mean I'll go out with you. It just means you can get to know me, like you said."

"Yeahh but I meant like I'd take you out to dinner or something."

"Then tell me that." you chuckle, a sound that was music to his ears.

"I'd like to take you out to dinner, or something."

"You're weird" you laugh and walk away, when you hear him following you shooed him away and disappeared down a small alley.

When Gojo looks down at his arm, ready to immediately put it in his phone, he sees '9-1-1' and "get help <3" written.

[attex]

I’ve been getting into hollow knight cuz of you and. What are your thoughts on cornifer. I’m not gonna be a horndog about him I swear. what are your thoughts on cornifer dude

hes fucking awesome . i love his jolly autistic swag and support him fully and his wife is awesome too . godspeed to them both

[loveliedoll]

Sanrio drinksss

[eternityservedcold]

kandi JUST CHECKING for Call From the Void, since it's an MSPA type thing, where do people go to influence the story? Is commenting on the Mourner Unto Sheol forums applicable? (I was never super in-touch with the Homestuck forums back in the day so I'm a LITTLE out-of-the-loop on that regard)

just posting a reply in the thread would be perfect! (since im posting this publicly, to clarify: you need to sign up for an account to post)

another option is leaving a comment on the mspfa mirror (also requires an account) but forum replies will take priority

[psifrost]

the   substance   rushing   through   her   being   had   been   on   par   with   the   thrumming   of   music.   her   heart   beating   violently   against   the   ivory   tomb   which   housed   it   behind   a   stack   of   ribs,   pounding   and   pounding   to   break   free   with   a   soggy   plop   at   their   feet   in   a   gory   coalescence   of   ruby   red!   

though   her   spurious   flirtation   is   interrupted   (   and   welcomed   )   with   a   voice   piercing   through   the   stereo;   among   a   roaring   of   voices   and   laughter.      ❝               huh?               ❞            she   says   :   turning   her   attention   to   the   malachite   minaret   paramounting   above   emma   (   and   everyone   else’s   )   humanly   stature.      royal   blues   meet   with   reflecting   black   chasms   and   she   can’t   help   but   to   find   herself   lost   in   the   depths   and   wondering   how   they   must   gleam   under   the   reflection   of   the   surrounding   lights   on   the   main   floor.   

ah   a   mutant   wintry   emblem   voice   reverberates   among   her   own   neural   cerebrum,         emma   finally   spreads   a   pearly   beam   toward   the   being;         snuggling   herself   up   next   to   her   as   best   as   she   could   without   having   to   strain   her   throat,   roaring   over   the   bustling   crowd.     

❝               i   guess   it   depends   on   what   sort   of   flavor   you   like.      sour?   ….   sweet?         …..   bitter?               i   tend   to   enjoy   the   burn.         but   if   i   had   to   guess,         you   might   be   a   tequila   sunrise.      or   maybe   even   a   piña   colada.                     ❞      

   ❝            lets   try   both.      DRINKS   ON   ME.               ❞     

          the rink is a symphony of flashing lights and bright colors,   the kind that to anybody else might seem more like a cacophony…     but to honeybee,   it’s music to her ears.     she’s eager to rush over and grab some skates,   perfectly oblivious to the wandering eyes that follow the swift bolt of neon green.     honeybee had yet to actually be in a rollerskating rink with actual people in it…     she’d taken to older,   emptier rinks to practice     (—)     but now she could show off her new tricks!     as she steps into the ring,   she lets the flow of the ever-moving rollerskating whirlpool guide her.     it isn’t long before honeybee lets herself be taken in by the music,   the sound of people whizzing by     (often whispering or staring as they do)     completely fading away.     the bright lights and colors surround her,   enveloping her into a vivid stream of stars.     honeybee sways with the rhythm and flows in-time,   joy written across her face.     the painted collage of sequin and glitter dissipate,   however,   when the song finally ends as another one fades in.     what was only a few minutes felt like only a few seconds     (—)     but they were an invigorating few seconds.     honeybee skirts around the edges,   eyeing more parts of the rink she hadn’t noticed before,   her curiosity overtaking her disinterest in the current track.

         a glimmering whirl of white glides past her eyes in the distance,   dragging honeybee’s eyes to the bar.   her head follows,   oblivious to other skaters until another nudges her in the shoulder     (watch it!   they shout,)     and she flusters     (s-sorry!)     before rolling past the crowd and making her way to the bar.

          the bar is a bit darker than the rest of the rink,   which makes sense since the skating ring itself hogged all the spotlight.     only accented neon lights illuminate the bar,   an otherworldly feeling surrounding it like an aura.     honeybee had seen bars before     (—)     she certainly knew people drank there.     bars served alcohol and the like but so very rarely would anyone be able to say they wanted   just alcohol.     honeybee tried beer before so maybe…     but she thinks about it again and how vile it tasted…     she shakes her head at the thought as she finally rolls up to the bartender.

          it isn’t long before the bartender asks what she wants     (—)     and for once,   honeybee doesn’t have an answer.     (uhm…   could you give me a second?)     she goes to think,   hoping to remember any kind of alcoholic drink that sounds appealing but comes up empty…     out of the corner of her eye,   she spots the familiar glittery-bolt beside her.     without hesitation,   she orders     (—)     and all too eager to give into desperation,     honeybee turns to her before she skates off.

          “   hi,   sorry,   do you know anything…     good?     as in drinks,   i mean.     i haven’t really had these kinds of drinks before,   so i don’t really know…   “

[a-witches-riddle]

Pubbyss brraiinn feelin fuzzzyyy had drinksss :333

[blushingbubbles]

im choosing 2 believe that everyone told the truthhhh and that no 1 liedddd but now the counter is up to 559 heheh which is the equivalent 2 like 8 drinksss