#gonna drink till sunrise

[shrimparts-blog888]

EXAM SEASON IS OFFICIALLY

Over

Your girl passed all of them NOW SUMMER VACAAAAAAAY

[harmonictechnicality]

Steve wakes up around three or four in the morning almost every night. He’s always careful getting out of bed. Small movements, slow footsteps. Minimal bones cracking. Doesn’t want to wake Eddie. Not that he needs to be this careful because his boyfriend could sleep through several natural disasters (and if someone bothered to wake him in this scenario, he’d put an impotency curse on them or some equally fucked-up shit). 

But that’s one of the reasons why they work. Not because of the sad-dick curse thing. They just exist on different sides of the scale. The raging insomniac and the deepest sleeper known to mankind. It balances out in the weirdest possible way.

Still… he’s always careful. Can never be too careful.

Steve doesn’t really do much when he wakes up at this ungodly hour. He sort of walks around their duplex, drinks a glass of water, opens a window to breathe in that pre-sunrise air. It fills his lungs up differently than normal air. At least, it feels like it does.

Like less people are breathing it in. Like he can take up space without feeling selfish. The logic doesn’t really add up but whatever. Concepts like logic and science are overrated at four in the morning.

After another lap around the place, he slides back into the covers, drapes an arm over Eddie’s waist. His t-shirt is rumpled up to his chest, so Steve is met with linen-warm skin. His fingers curve into Eddie’s sides, pulling himself closer. 

Steve yawns, breathing out all of his pre-sunrise air. Inhales the scent of his boyfriend instead. Smiles like an idiot into the pillow because it’s totally a fair trade.

And Eddie… well, he doesn’t even budge - doesn’t even stir when Steve settles in next to him. He just continues to wheeze through his nose, mouth slightly open. Not quite a snore, but Steve will probably tease him about it in the morning regardless. 

This right here. This makes Steve’s shitty sleep cycle worth it.

The sun pokes through the window blinds. Eddie pokes Steve’s cheek. Too much poking going on for Steve who definitely didn’t get enough sleep, per usual.

“You got up last night.” Eddie mumbles, still lazily poking him. 

“How’d you know?”

“Bed felt different.”

Oh. The way Eddie says it. A crash of honesty. His voice sounds weathered, unused from sleeping. Barely awake. It sort of hits Steve’s heart like a crime he didn’t even know he was capable of committing. 

Honestly, he doesn’t get why last night would be any different. Steve gets up most nights, not just last night. But Eddie looks particularly wounded by this (new) realization, so Steve probably shouldn’t point that out right now. Maybe in the afternoon when Eddie is more alert. Less… offended.

“Well, I’m back now.” Steve grabs Eddie’s index finger, the one poking him, and places it over his own lips. Bites at it gently till Eddie pulls away in protest. He’s smiling as he swears. Lets out a string of half-hearted threats about how he’s gonna pour Steve’s hair supplies down the sink for such a vicious attack. 

It’s a little irresistible when Eddie gets like this. When he’s the pouty one instead of Steve. All he can think to do is reach out, curl his hand underneath Eddie’s chin and pull him in. Eddie moves so easily, gives up his one-sided fight long enough to kiss Steve. Hands running up his back, legs hooking around Steve’s thighs.

Drowsy, morning kisses are so good. So, so good. Their lips feel heavier, their motions feel thicker. Every touch is guided by pure need. Steve fucking needs this, to feel Eddie curving into him, arms framing his own, groaning every damn time they break away. It all makes Steve feel needed too. Needed by the guy who changed the trajectory of his life by asking Steve to ‘hang out or something’ two years ago. 

Or Something turned out to be absolutely everything.

“New rule.” Eddie huffs, drags his lips down Steve’s jaw. “For every hour you spend awake during the night, you owe me.”

Steve laughs. “I owe you, huh?”

“Mhmm. You owe me an extra hour of wallowing in bed together in the morning.”

“What about work?”

“The hours will have to rollover, I guess. Accrue interest.” Eddie lifts up from Steve’s neck, eyebrows raised. Clearly having too much fun with this. “We can hash out the details over coffee and burnt toast.”

Typically, Steve would play along, continue the little comedy routine that Eddie starts up. But he’s so damn tired from the lack of sleep and early fucking wake-up call. So instead, he tugs Eddie back down by his collar and whispers, “Whatever you say, baby.”

Because that’s what it boils down to. He’d do anything for Eddie to kiss him this deep, till their lips blister and their jaws ache. Steve would give every fragment of lovesick happiness in his heart, just to hear the way Eddie says his name all breathy and raw. 

He can’t say that out loud, dear god no. Eddie would mock his ass into next century. So Steve just hums into Eddie’s mouth, twists the collar of his shirt enough to permanently wrinkle it. They’re verging into that gray area between cable-approved makeout sessions and dry humping till the alarm goes off. If there wasn’t an alarm to worry about, Steve would already have Eddie’s boxers already his ankles and moaning his name the way he likes it best.

Whoever invented alarm clocks are the ultimate boner-killer.

Steve ducks his head into the crook of Eddie’s neck, lays a few quick kisses on top of his shoulder. Hopes that translates to, ‘I wanna suck you off till there’s nothing left, but I’m a boring fucking adult with a boring fucking job.’ 

The translation must be clear enough because Eddie rolls off of him and heads to the bathroom. Seems just as grumpy about it as Steve. Good. They can be cranky together.

When he comes back out, they get ready for their respective work shifts. Steve looks over, watches Eddie struggle with a tangled portion of his hair, before giving up.  Accepting defeat way faster than Steve ever would. “Uh, Eddie?” He tries his best to hide his snickering through the question.

“Yeah?”

“Why does it matter if I wake up sometimes?” Okay. Most times.

“You’re gone.” Eddie shrugs. “Simple as that.”

The reaction is too mellow for Eddie though. Shrugging and dismissiveness? Nah. He’s downplaying the shit out of whatever he’s feeling, and Steve’s not having it.

“What do you mean it’s simple?”

“It’s just… I don’t know. Doesn’t seem fair.” Eddie checks the clock, then sighs. “I want more time.”

More time? More time with Steve or more time in general? Either way, it doesn’t add up. They’re young - they have all the fucking time they could ever want. Also, they live together and have all the same friends. It’s not exactly a logical theory.

Then again, neither is Steve’s ‘pre-sunrise air supply’ theory. None of it makes sense. But at least they’re here. Wanting fresh air and each other. That’s enough logic for a lifetime.

“Hey.” Steve walks over and takes Eddie’s hand. He taps over his ring finger, the one that symbolizes something they can’t have. Not now, not in this society. Still. It means something. So he stares intently at it, rubs over the place where a ring might sit. Thinks that Eddie would pick out something bold. Something gaudy and perfectly him.

More time. Steve gets it, he does. He releases Eddie’s hand and nods. Smiles.

“I’ll steal us as much time as I can, Eddie Munson.”

[wonijinjin]

all nighter with seventeen’s 96 line

synopsis: what the title says

word count: 0.9k | genre: fluff | pairings: 96 line x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of food

“seriously, are you gonna stay up? because i doubt that you can make it.” jun raised an eyebrow, not liking how you want to ruin your sleep cycle. “look junnie i need to see the final of this show! it is not my fault it comes out at like 3am!” you shouted in excitement, pouting a bit at him. he put his hands on his ears jokingly, indicating how loud you were even though it was like 10pm already; you were usually very tired at this point of the night, but not tonight. “well, if a show is more important to you then your health…” he said, trying to make you feel guilty, trailing off. “jun don’t worry, you don’t have to stay up with me if you don’t want to. don’t risk your already not so bright sleep schedule.” you giggled while he started shaking his head, walking closer to you. “no! i wouldn’t let my baby stay up alone, plus we could cuddle until it comes out!” he kissed your forehead, pulling you close.

- worries about your health so much, afraid that you will get used to not sleeping enough and will get sick eventually

- loves your passion though; he will let it slide because you just look so cute when excited for watching the movies

- makes you stay up all day to contain your sleep cycle, preventing you from messing it up completely

“oh my god this is gonna be so fun!” hoshi squeeled while looking kind of like a maniac. you burst out laughing, finding him so cute. “ahw you are adorable my tiger. you were really waiting for me! and you really have a lot of energy in you, huh?” you said while squeezing his cheeks, giving him a chaste kiss. he just nodded while smiling, bouncing up and down just like he always does when he is excited. “let’s prepare some food for the night. when we have all the nutrients for the whole night you can drag me to the practice room to make the new choreo.” you advised, already going to the kitchen to start cooking some warm food. “alright baby tiger, understood! it is gonna be so exciting, having you with me!” he grinned, picking you up and spinning you around.

- hyper tiger, he is thrilled to have you with him and have some company as he is often lonely in the early hours of sunrise since the members usually leave after midnight

- will make the two of you take breaks though; getting silly and dancing and jumping for fun (and to keep you awake)

- very grateful that you pulled the night off for him, definitely would finish the choreo a lot faster since you are there

“are you sure you won’t fall asleep? i know you don’t really like this game that much.” wonwoo questioned as you sat down next to his gaming chair, head on his shoulder, ready to watch your boyfriend pull a gaming night till sunrise. “i am more than confident that i can do it sweetie.” you mocked him in a silly tone to which he giggled. “alright, alright. are you comfortable?” he wondered while looking down at you attentively. “yes, very much, thank you.” you replied as you snuggled into him, his focus already back to the computer screen. “are we gonna play together during the night though? like sims? or animal crossing?” you peeked up at him curiously. “of course sweetheart, whatever you want. just let me finish this game first.” he said while patting your head.

- he is very soft for you, and would love to teach you how to play some new games (if you want to of course)

- you would doze off for a bit at 2am though; he would look at you with so much adoration before nudging you to wake up and telling you how you promised yourself you could do it

- would stop to make you ramen in the middle of the night and have a deep conversation about life

“you know it is not healthy to drink that much coke, right?” you stared at woozi who was opening another can of the beverage. he stopped and gave you a confused look. “but i need it to stay awake. plus, it is better than energy drinks and you know that. you’d rather i drank those?” you sighed in defeat. “this will be your last one. not only will you stay up tonight but for the next three days with that much sugar.” you laughed. he put down the can and pulled you close to him, leaning close to your ear. “don’t worry about me babe. i will not break your stupid rules.” he smirked, his statement earning a smack on the arm from you. “okay, enough. get back to work or you will never sleep! i will be chilling here on the couch.” you shushed him. “thank you for staying.” he said while pecking your cheek.

- pretends to be annoyed but in reality really appreciates your gesture of not letting him work alone all night (again)

- shows you his process and tells you how you inspired the lyrics of one of the songs, you would instantly melt upon hearing it since it was so beautiful

- would let you baby him when he is at the turning point, barely holding on (denies it the next day and calls it a moment of weakness)

[aechii]

getting into a fight with jude then you break up w him , then months later he sees you at a party n still wants you back 🙏🏽🙏🏽

₍₍ SiX FEET UNDER ₎⁠₎

PAiRiNG ?! toxic!ex!jude x exgf!reader

GENRE ?! angst

C/W ?! she/her pronouns used, unhealthy relationship, something about writing toxic!jude that has me brainrotting, reader knows her worth, profanity, a small cameo of playboy!trent, drinking (sip responsibly ppl)

A/N ?! i love love love writing toxic!jude, fight me. other than that, plz do enjoy because for once in a while, im liking what i've written <3 [next fic will be a trent one, dwdw]

~°~

"you're not fucking getting me, jude!"

the heat she felt is all encompassing, red, burning fury for a man— boy, who timelessly strung her along with reins of faded promises and stagnant affection. a piling mountain of 'what could i have done better?' weighed like rocks and bricks, yet if her mother were here, she would've looked on with absent surprise.

she had warned her daughter, begged her even, that men— boys like jude had their words proclaimed as if in the finality of red ink, but their minds basked in a bath of sinful infidelity.

but [y/n] craved love. a feeling she had never encountered fully as it was more of a come and go, never marinating into her flesh and heart. but jude— god, jude, with his heightened charisma and intoxicating smile, had promised to love her from sunrise to sunset, from dusk till dawn.

yet, if those words held any truth, then they wouldn't have stood there, in an air of edged demise.

"listen," jude looked completely uncaring, dragging a hand down his face, "if you can't fucking tell, i'm trying, yeah? and it's not everyday i'm gonna be available."

"i never said i wanted you here everyday, jude," [y/n] cried, frustrated. her bones felt heavy, yet it was the hurt in her chest that blinded every sense of her's.

jude threw his arms in the air, scoffing, "then what the hell d'you want, [y/n]?" his voice resonated with exasperation.

"for you to be 100%, jude, it's not that hard! and if you can't handle a relationship— an exclusive relationship, then don't waste my time!"

they were tipping over at the edge of the cliff, and their fall was inevitable. frankly speaking, [y/n] should've known that their whole... involvement with each other was just a sprint to this foreshadowed end. it started off rocky, and no matter how insistent the red lights were, her eyes were glazed with blatant ignorance.

jude's presence then was like a toxin, accumulating in her muscles and causing every inch of movement to release pain. she needed to leave, with not a turn of her head back, and put jude in her first and only failed attempt of what could've been a blissful experience.

"you know what? i'm done— i can't stand here looking stupid for a boy who doesn't love me the same way," she scoffed, turning on her heel to climb the stairs.

she wished she hadn't had heard it. maybe it would've made her departure easier, that jude, truthfully, cared about her and just had the pieces of his mind misplaced and skewed. that maybe all they needed was space and time to seek and mend before they could try again.

but what she got was like a slap to the face, and the sickening truth that jude was never hers. and never wanted to be hers.

"since you can't understand where i'm coming from for shit, by all means, [y/n], leave."

+_-

the party had been, literally, timeless for jude. he hadn't known for how long he swirled the red cup of [spiked] punch pressed into his hand as he leaned against the door frame and observed the busy bodies that made him stick out like a sore thumb.

it had been months, 3 months, as jude'd been counting, since [y/n] bode her adieu to their relationship, or rather, whatever remnant of it remained. he felt like a disassociated body, existing for the mere fact that he had to, not because he wanted to, and part of him wanted to believe that it was all part of the 'life' experience.

it wasn't.

denial was a vile thing, and everyday, he woke up thinking that their end was her fault, and not his. that whatever they had was a lesson among others, and that he had to move on and find someone else that he could attach his data to.

but he knew, knew that [y/n] was a person that appeared like a blue moon, and soon enough, he found himself lost like a needle in a haystack and regretting. had no one but himself to blame, even his damn brother told him so.

his appearance externally, to those who didn't know what revved inside him, was a continuous ebb and flow from one party to another. whatever he had to do to make him forget was his priority, and if he had to get mind-numbingly drunk to do so, then it was welcomed to be his guest.

it was his 3rd one of the week, by approximation. more or less, he didn't care, nor did he want to know, because recklessness was what seemed more comfortable than guilt and shame, and he was so sure that his body was more alcohol than water. counted his lucky stars that it was the end of the season and so he could do whatever his heart urged him to do. his heart, keyword there.

his darkened mood seemed to have seeped into the room because after hours of remaining stagnant doing nothing, trent walked up to him, identical solo cup in one hand and the other weighing on his shoulder with concern.

"guilt is eating you up, eh?" trent chided, although not as cheerily as expected. jude grunted and took another sip as he huffed out a flippant, "shut up," that had trent throwing his hands up, as best as he could, in defence.

"look- i've been there, done that."

jude looked at him suspiciously, "you've had flings, trent."

"yeah," he shrugged, mellow yet firm, "to forget about her."

"never knew that," jude said with an air of surprise. trent wasn't necessarily the best person to come to in terms of... serious romance, per se.

just as trent went to retort, jude's eyes cast around the room, and zeroed entirely on one hovering figure, meddled with a group of more girls who looked far too merry compared to the one that caused jude's tunneled vision, and before he could stop himself, his mouth punched out a, "fuck."

trent caught whiff of jude's exasperated and frozen countenance, "what?"

it took a whole body and more for jude to respond, "she's here."

then trent's head whizzed around, seeking for the girl whose scarce presence had his friend in complete misery and his line of sight paralleled jude's, "i... did not know she was coming."

"me too," jude said automatically, and as if they had a mind of their own, his feet began to move. trent noticed immediately, and a tough grip wrenched around jude's bicep, "where do you think you're going?"

"to talk to her?" enunciated as if it were a question, but there was an undercurrent of certainty that made trent want to slap jude for his sheer stupidity.

"and do what? beg for her forgiveness as if you did not walk her out your home hand in hand?"

jude scowled at trent's bluntness, "it wasn't like that."

"well it fucking seemed like it," trent chastised.

jude was completely deaf to trent's words by then, as the second she was left alone by the bar, he had an aim. an aim to get her back by the end of the night, and if he didn't, he wouldn't walk out there with all pieces of him intact.

did he need her? yes. and it may have taken him too long to realise, but jude didn't care. it was all part of the 'life' experience.

he managed to slip out of trent's vice grip (who, at that point, had given up drilling pleads into jude. he had to plummet back to reality, one way or another), and by auto-pilot, walk towards [y/n] who has too busy ordering another round of shots to even notice his arrival until his words punctured the air, "hey."

[y/n] spun around. rapidly and in complete shock as her eyes were blown wide. she had wanted to utter everything and nothing at all, but her mouth seemed to malfunction, to both her dismay and relief, so she resolved to a questioning jut of her head forward.

jude nervously scratched the back of his neck, "i uh- how have you been?"

she thought for a few seconds then shook her head conclusively, "as best as i could be, jude."

it may have not been intentional- matter of fact, who had jude been kidding? it was intentional, the icy tinge in her tone and closed off-ness as she settled her stance and crossed her arms. a blank space, gaping and hollow, was left in silence as jude tried to find words to say.

"i'm sorry."

[y/n] looked at him incredulously, "you're sorry?"

jude nodded.

and then she laughed. jude would've blamed it on drunkeness if it hadn't been for the obvious, mocking sarcasm as she stopped and looked at him just as quickly as she started.

"you're funny jude, very funny," she chuckled, turning around to slide a shot glass from the counter, raising it in gratitude to the bartender who gave her a nod back, before patting jude's arm to walk away.

he was delirious by then. in absolute confusion, wondering what he had done to seem so... ridiculous to [y/n]. he had apologised, hadn't he? made sure to make it as geniune as he mouth could mold it and that was enough. it had to be.

he spluttered, reaching out to stop her by her wrist, but, as if his touch were hot, she slapped him away, "don't you fucking touch me, jude."

"i said i'm sorry-"

"and you think that's enough? to do what, jude? get me back?"

he nodded and she laughed again, chesty and completely deprecating.

"you know, let me give you advice jude," her expression submerged jude 6 feet under, it felt like it, "don't date. you're completely shit at it."

jude was definitely 6 feet under.

[brokendoor16]

Okay. So I just realised I haven't posted anything in a while and this has been in my head ALL DAY, so please enjoy my English-Lit-level analysis of why Too Sweet is the most Anthony J Crowley song ever to Anthony J Crowley!!

(What this means is that I'm about to analyse every single fucking lyric in excruciating detail, I apologise in advance)

HERE GOES!!

It can't be said I'm an early bird // it's 10 o'clock before I say a word- Starting off easy here. He slept through most of the 19th century, and can you IMAGINE what he'd be like in the mornings??

Baby, I can never tell // how do you sleep so well?- Bit of a stretch on this one since Aziraphale doesn't canonically sleep, but let's just say sleep is a metaphor. He's asking how Aziraphale can seem 'at peace' so easily, when he can never seem to find any sort of balance.

You keep tellin' me to live right // to go to bed before the daylight- Aziraphale has a very strict set of morals, some instilled in him by Heaven but also some of his own; it's one of the things Crowley loves about him, but it can also result in him coming off like he's telling people how to live their lives 'right'.

But then you wake up for the sunrise- Now THIS is an interesting one. Waking up at sunrise and going to bed in the daylight both result in a lack of sleep, but one is seen as a 'good' thing to do. Aziraphale is just as run-down and burnt-out as Crowley, but he's ignoring it because it's for the 'right' reasons.

You know, you don't gotta pretend- He knows what Aziraphale's doing, and he's saying that he doesn't need to hide behind his heavenly facade; he can be himself.

Baby, now and then // don't you just wanna wake up- So you could probably take this one two ways; either as the whole demonic-temptation idea, or as an invitation for something they do frequently: get drunk, sped time together, and ignore Heaven and Hell for a little while.

Dark as a lake // smelling like a bonfire // lost in a haze- Funnily enough, being 'dark' and 'smelling like a bonfire' are both things you could associate with Hell, or the Fall. You could hear this as Crowley asking 'don't you want to let go and have some fun?' or you could hear it as 'I know this is selfish, but don't you wanna Fall for me?'

If you're drunk on life, babe // I think it's great- He's acknowledging that all he really wants is for Aziraphale to be happy. If he lived by all his strict rules because that's what he wanted, or because he was 'drunk on life' enough not to NEED anything else, that would be great.

But while in this world- They're not gonna be on Earth forever, especially if you imagine it from the perspective of pre-Apocalypse Crowley, so they may as well make the most of the time they have left.

I think I'll take my whisky neat- Well, first up it's Crowley and we all KNOW he's got a drinking problem. But also, it's a way of saying 'I know you worry about me, but this is who I am, and I'm gonna do it anyway'

My coffee black and my bed at three- There's not much to analyse on this one. Six shots of espresso in a big cup, and partying till God-knows-what-time.

You're too sweet for me- oh my GOD, the things I could say about this line. Honestly, I just feel like Crowley is always worried about 'corrupting' Aziraphale, or not being good enough for him. He's 'Too Sweet' for Crowley, because he's never felt love as soft and sweet (the closest he's ever got was God, and She was quick to cast him out) and he's scared of breaking it.

I aim low // I aim true, and the ground's where I go- This bit's almost sarcastic, and a little self-deprecating; you can't aim lower than Hell, and by asking questions he sure hit his target.

I work late where I'm free from the phone- He works a little ahead of time to stay clear of Hell's reprimands, or 'phone calls'. Also, working 'late' could link to working in darkness, which he's been doing since he Fell.

And the job gets done // but you worry some, I know- Aziraphale is constantly worrying about the Arrangement; not for himself, but for what Hell will do to Crowley if they find out. Crowley constantly finds himself reassuring him that as long as 'the job gets done', he'll be fine.

But who wants to live forever, babe?- This part's almost ironic. Crowley doesn't WANT to live forever, but he will, and so he can afford to be a little reckless; to him, it doesn't matter either way.

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate- Aziraphale is always so careful about everything he says, even to Crowley, needing to make sure he stays 'Heavenly'.

The rest of you like you're the TSA- Aziraphale is ALWAYS careful with everything, regulating everything by Heaven's rules and regulations on what he can and can't do (think the TSA do's and don't's).

I wish I could go along // babe, don't get me wrong- Despite spending most of the song (and his life) railing against Heaven's rules, part of him still wishes he'd been able to 'go along' with them.

You know you're bright as the morning // soft as the rain- It just shows that everything Aziraphale is is the exact opposite of Crowley (or at least, of his image). He's 'bright' and 'soft', two things you'd never find in Hell, and Crowley doesn't quite know how to handle it.

Pretty as a vine // as sweet as a grape- He (Aziraphale) may be 'pretty' and 'sweet', but there's something else about him. Vines and grapes turn into wine, which Crowley is already addicted to; he's scared of becoming addicted to Aziraphale's sweetness.

If you can sit in a barrel- Obviously, grapes left in a barrel ferment into wine; he's awaiting the day Aziraphale gains just enough bitterness to go against Heaven. However, wine is considerably sweeter than Crowley's aforementioned whisky, so although he wants him to see Heaven the way he does, he prioritises keeping his sweetness rather than becoming fully bitter- he may be 'too sweet', but that's what Crowley loves about him.

Maybe I'll wait // until that day- This part's almost funny from Crowley's perspective, because there's no 'maybe' about it. He'd wait eternity to be allowed to love Aziraphale.

SO. There we go. If you actually read this far, tysm and I am SO SO SORRY, but hope you enjoyed my ridiculously long and mental-gymnastics-y analysis (I will not be rereading this or I won't end up posting it, so sorry about any mistake)

Have the best day ❤️❤️

[delopsia]

del, i looove the new rhett avi 🌻 and if it’s cool, i meant to ask this over a month ago 😬 for the trio, who falls asleep first on new year’s eve? or like: who is trying not to fall asleep? who is kind of excited and trying to keep everyone awake? who, on december 30th, actively tried to make a case for going to bed early; power point presentation and all, etc? 😂

Aaaa, thank you! 🌼 I'm currently answering things from several weeks ago (oops), so it's kind of fitting 😭

Bobby is gonna fall asleep first, unfortunately :( that baby has an internal clock like no other; it hits ten thirty, and he's gone. Blame the Navy and the gotta-be-up-before-the-rooster-crows upbringing.

Rhett is the monster who was built for this moment. Does he get up before dawn every morning to head to work? Yes. Has that ever stopped him? No. He spent nearly a decade breaking his back on his father's ranch, bull riding nearly every Sunday, and drinking 'till sunrise afterward. Staying up past midnight is nothing for him, and it's Robby's worst nightmare.

"It ain't that hard, jus' keep yer eyes open!" "It doesn't work like that!"

It was Bobby who made and presented the PowerPoint before the New Year's Eve festivities even started. The idea was that if he could tackle the issue while Rhett was suffering his routine evening-yawning fit, then maybe he could sell everyone on the idea of going to bed at a decent time.

He had it all planned; he was gonna deliver a convincing argument and hammer it home with the offer to finally agree to the bedroom photoshoot idea. The one that involved the cheap libido pills Rhett found in a gas station and the two Polaroid cameras that have been resting on his office shelf. It was foolproof!

Unfortunately, Rhett is very, very good at calling bluffs. The idea even stemmed from one of Bob's own suggestions 🙄

Enter: Robert Floyd, 11:59 PM. All half-lidded eyes and a lopsided smile, leaning against the wall. An energy drink has been no match for his internal clock; he's dead on his feet.

He has no idea where the hell his glasses or his shirt went, and he'd look if he weren't too focused on Rhett and Reader. They're standing in the living room, blaring their current favorite song, television counting down for a ball to drop, and Rhett's still clinging to his New Year's shotgunning tradition.

Watching Rhett empty a can of Rainier beer, foam rolling down his stubbled jaw, makes Bobby wonder if he can get drunk from the sight alone.

And so maybe Bob is somewhat delirious. Not quite thinking as he stumbles forward and kisses that pearly white foam off of Rhett's neck and chin, bitterness be damned. Maybe the Reader is joining in on the other side.

Bob doesn't remember falling asleep, but the next time he opens his eyes, Rhett's teasing him about how he stopped mid-kiss and blatantly said they would continue this in the morning.

[albatris]

do u want a cute scene. this has been floating around inside my brain

in their second meeting (quinn has brought alex some murderers to kill and it's very gory but never mind that) alex is like. ready to be FREE of this horrible abandoned house that it fucked off to for two months to fight god. ok. alex wants to Rejoin Society. and is like "I can't take another minute here please we have to go Right Now or I'll explode" and quinn is like "nah we won't beat the sunrise we can just hang here till tomorrow"

and alex is like >:( and is DETERMINED to leave so quinn is like. "ok at least go get yourself cleaned up so we don't immediately get arrested if we leave, then we can see how u feel"

n alex goes back to the house n gets cleaned up and then is like hm I am kinda tired actually I'm just gonna sit down for a sec n just ends up passing out on its bed n sleeping for like sixteen hours

it wakes up once! n finds quinn has just decided to curl up next to it and is sleeping soundly. n alex sorta wakes in a panic bc 1) stranger and 2) HUMAN stranger. then it's like..... oh wait no it's just quinn. ok. weird but ok. zzzzzzzz

n alex just devours all of them so fast n almost cries bc this is the first time its been able to actually properly taste human food in like. forever. bc the garble was all like "oh you're not going to drink human blood? ok all other food will taste like rotten garbage until further notice 😊"

wakes up later to delicious (?) smells and quinn absolutely burning the shit out of some pancakes

I need you to know quinn sucks at cooking at this point. these pancakes are burned but even if they weren't they would Suck

thx for coming on this imagination ride with me

like YEAH early friendship quinn is still such a. quinn. but I have been rotating this in my brain. soft quinn. cooking for alex and sleeping next to it n letting it rest because they know it needs to, alex finally feeling some relief and connection after weeks of hell n just. little tender moments at the start of a friendship

idk if I got the emotion in all this to come across but I am having Feelings and there are Feelings

[bruce-wayne-least-favorite-pa]

So I went to St Louis recently. My dad is from there so we went to a cardinals game the week we were visiting his side of the family.

Tell me why I’m sitting there, drinking my tequila sunrise, and enjoying the view that is Tyler O’Neil and Nolan Arenado when the Riddler comes on the Jumbotron saying this is the real test of Batman, see if he’ll save a city he has no loyalty too. I’m still here so clearly he did, but that’s not the point.

Fuck you Eddie just wait till card night! You better be there or I’m gonna hunt you down myself!

[kiankiwi]

CG!Elvis feeding little!reader their bottle but little has anxiety because their lactose intolerant and needs almond or oat milk so Elvis lets them watch him pour their bottle so they know that they’re not gonna get sick 🥹

You blamed Jerry for your meltdown right now. You had just found out you were lactose intolerant and unfortunately you had found out the hard way after drinking your night time bottle caused you to wreak havoc in the bathroom till sunrise and your daddy had to come home from his show at the International early because you were so sick.

You had trouble trusting bottles after that incident and that was the reason for your meltdown at the moment. Because your daddy was trying to get you to drink one!

"Baby, I promise it won't make you feel icky! It's not cow's milk baby so it won't make your tummy angry." You had no idea what that meant you were just scared you were going to be sick again. "Daddy no! No milk!"

Elvis picked you up and opened the fridge, taking the milk carton out of the fridge and putting it on the counter to show to you. "See baby look, see that right there?" He points to the almond on the carton. "That's a nut. Nuts don't make you sick, this has nothing in it like last time where it made your belly hurt, it won't hurt you I promise. Cow's milk makes you icky, this isn't cow's milk. This is the good stuff."

You study Elvis's face, trying to gauge if he's telling the truth because you really don't wanna spend all night in the bathroom again, you'd really rather be in the big bed cuddling your daddy.

But then you remembered something he said, it was made of nuts. You've had nuts plenty of times before and those never made you feel icky. You pointed to the nut on the packaging "Nut?" He nodded, trying to convince you you'd be fine.

You had no idea nuts made milk! That's so cool! You had no idea how they did it but this seems to look like milk.

"Here, can daddy show you, would that make you feel better?" You nod, deciding yes it would actually.

Elvis sets the carton on the counter again and one handed takes a sippy cup down from the cupboard, expertly untwisting the lid and pouring some milk into it for you. He twisted it back on and handed it to you. You nervously took a sip. Looked and tasted like milk. Elvis smiled at you, "Is it good?" You were just flabbergasted that this tasted like milk... and it came from nuts. "It's nuts.." Elvis laughed. "It is made from nuts, silly bird. Can we go to bed now? Are you all good?" You nodded, sipping happily from your sippy cup

*

This was so funny and cute. I'm quite the hypochondraic too so I feel like I'd react like litt!reader did @mooodyblue @plasticfantasticl0ver

[psychologeek]

The Long Road.

Feel free to share. Based on true stories.

Tw: wounds, terror, death and possible death, implied sexual assault, etc. - lmk if I missed anything)

Party (The Long Road)

You just turned 18, and your sister wants to PARTY. It's common - she's the wilder one, and you are more shy. But you love each other, so sometimes she stays home with you and sometimes you go out with her.

Her boyfriend got the three of you tickets for this awesome party. It's a peace rave, and you're gonna PARTY till dawn. You get a drink, or two, and maybe smoke a joint (or two).

(It's peaceful and beauty. You are with your twin and you are whole).

There's this guy there, and he starts flirting with you. Your sister go to make out with her BF, whispering: "go get him, tiger!"

You are nervous af and not really sure, but hopefully he liked you?

He did ask for your number, so. Maybe?

He's cute, and you talk for almost an hour before his friends called him.

(You gave him your number, obviously. )

Your sister is high and you are used to the way she and her boyfriend are, but- ew.

Right in front of your salad?

You sit on the ground and watch the beautiful sunrise, as the sky slowly turn red and the it's getting lighter.

There's loud noises, but it's common here so. You're not really worried. You just look for your sister to make sure she's still around and didn't leave you behind to do the deed.

(Again)

There's a loud BOOM, and you realise the rockets are in the area. You scan harder for your sister as you run for non-existing shelter.

There's a sound of firearms shooting from somewhere and everything is blurry and you can't breathe and you can't find anyone you know and-

Someone grabs you by the arm, and you scream.

"Shush!" Your sister hiss. "Don't be such a scary can't, gosh". She's high, and her hair is all messed up but her boyfriend is nowhere to be seen. She notices your searching look.

"He's starting the car. I went looking for you," she roll her eyes. "Someone gotta make sure you're okay, right? I'm your older sister. ".

"By EIGHT MINUTES," you mumble.

(But you don't feel like fighting over it as usual. You can see your sister's scared, and so are you. You have no idea what's happening).

You keep running towards the vehicles, and there are screams you don't understand.

(You don't look aside. You step on something red and sticky but you DON'T LOOK DOWN).

There's a couple running towards you. He's wounded, and she's holding his shoulder.

"Don't go right," they whisper in horror. "They are shooting there".

You hold your sister's hand tight as you keep running. You don't know where, but you run. Your sister's by your side, and you try to focus on breathing and not crying.

Your sister fall, and you try to help her up when the shooting gets closer. You fall by her, holding her like you did in the womb, and pray they won't see you.

(You can hear someone screaming. There's a short fire and then silence.

You hear a girl screaming, begging, "no! Please, don't!" And you don't know which is worse).

Your sister sob into your shoulder, and you put your hands on her back, pushing her into you, trying to mute the noise.

(Your fucking brain can't stop thinking about how and when will your parents hear about it, since they don't use the phone on Shabbat. You wonder if you'll die first, and you don't know if you wish for that or not).

There's silence around, and you wait, listen carefully, as you think about keep running.

But your sister won't get up.

"I'm sorry I dragged you here," she cries. "It's my fault.just go. Leave."

But she is your sister. Your twin. Your other half.

You won't leave her behind.

She slowly stands up and you realise her leg is bleeding. She was shot, and you don't dare looking.

You have no water or food and your sister need assistance to walk. But you keep moving.

(You carry your sister, and you look at the road. At one point you see the man who screamed before, and you tell your sister: "Don't look at the road").

You walk. You don't know for how long or how far, but you walk.

There's a sudden noise behind, and you throw your sister to the side of the road and throw yourself on her body. It's a car, and the driver sees you and you get ready to die.

(You're already covered by your sister's blood).

He stop by you and you kiss your sister for the last time.

Then the car stops, and you hear

"Fuck fuck fuck be alive please be alive oh my god."

(He speaks your language).

"Hi, hi, can you walk? You alive?"

You get up, and it's the guy from the party.

"Holly shit, I thought we were dead," you almost cry.

But your sister is pale and you get inside the car and the guy get out one of those lame first aid kits, but it has something to tie around her leg and you're covered with blood and pain and you think to yourself and your sister-

"We can make it. We'll survive."

You don't look out of the window. You don't look at the road. You look at your living sister, drinking an old bottle of water probably left in the car for week but WHO FUCKING CARES you're out!

And then the shooting starts again. The guy from the party start driving in a zig zag pattern trying to avoid it. (you realise you can't even remember his name, which is rediculus consider it all.)

You're flying, and moving, and-

When you wake up, you're on disoriented and stare right at red window, confused, thinking

"Wait, something feels off".

Your sister keep her hand on your mouth, and you can see her mouth

"They're coming. Play dead."

And then there's shouting and noise outside and your head's aching and your sister look dead and you don't know if it's acting or-

Or-

(It's acting. You decide it's acting.)

And you try to stay quiet and play dead, but there's a loud noise and you move and they see you and say something and you don't get it and-

Someone's got a knife and there's a gun aimed at you and-

Someone tear out your seat belt and -

They look around, dismiss your sister and-

(They aren't dead. They can't be.)

They pull you out and take you by force, put you on a motorcycle.

(It's hurt. You're scared. You want your sister. You want your mom. )

You don't know what's coming, but as they take you you look back at the road.

You think about the young man you saw, and the woman you didn't.

You think about an old story, warning to never look back.

You still does.

[lordkingsmith]

January lyric prompts 2024

1. When the grey wolf howls outside my door/I wake to nothing but this swaying house and creaking floors-miles by Bobby lens

2. Leaving through the door without a word/You won't even notice, little bird/Better off dead so I reckon I'm headed to hell instead-bells in Santa Fe by Halsey

3. I’ve hid in isolation to have a conversation/with my own thoughts/so sing a duet with me till the sun sets/beyond the mountains/woah this life ain’t long/woah like silhouettes/of mountains I drink from/don’t you leave me just yet/just sing this melody- silhouettes of mountains by Timbre Shore

4. All in all I think I'm fallin' into love with afterlife/She's the ghost of Chicago/She got lost somehow/She gets married tomorrow/Oh and I'm goin' down-ghost of Chicago by Noah Floersch

5. This is a life (every possibility)/Free from destiny (I choose you, and you choose me)/Not only what we sow /(every space and every time)/Not only what we show, we (we, ooh)-this is a life by son lux

6. From lost sights/Have lilacs frozen over/Have all the trees outgrown her/Were we clean when the morning came/Cause darling the sunrise has gone slower-paper teeth by Elias Hix

7. Welcome to the party, I know it's kinda funny/That everyone is acting like they know you personally/Just play along, be nice and all/You won't get far being on your own-gladiator by Jann

8. Whip me slap me, punk funk/New York clubbers, bump drunk/Dark like liquorice, bar slam/Move it, this is your jam-heavy metal lover by lady Gaga

9. Skin is a word, love is not a sin/People are bad, people are good/Just like the moon is a stone/But it's a star when it's dark/And now she's hiding-apple tree by Aurora

10. You once made this promise /To stay by my side/But after some time you just pushed me aside/You never thought that a girl could be strong/Now I'll show you how to go on-bad boy by cascada

11. Baby after just one touch/you can never get enough/You should know I like it rough/But you'll get used to me/Baby you can count me dead/Sleep by all the things you said/But baby you look good in red, so just keep killing me-you might be the killer by harlo

12. I feel an ache where my mind was/I try to think but it's no use/Tumbleweed, bloody knees/I would crawl through broken glass to get home-possession of a weapon by ashnikko

13. And the sky was the limit/Now, the stars where we're livin'/It's the vibe when we're in it/It'll blow your mind-perfect from Trolls 3

14. I want to inhale your disease/I would do anything for you/I am guilty/I get goosebumps when you're near me/You're just like the movies/I am guilty for your love-Guilty (for your love) by Yonaka

15. Holes in your pockets watch you lose/Anything you thought was meant for you/Daddy asks you if you'll stay/Doesn't know he's the one who made you feel this way-blame the moon by Hazlett

16. Tiptoe round the circus as everyone cheers for nothing/The maddest and the broken hide behind/The thinning of the veil/I wander down the road as my friends/Are slamming doors behind me/I ponder at my own feet scrambling on without me-Tomorrow by Harrison Storm

17. But love I know if I stayed/I wouldn't live long in this cage/It's just the growing pains-growing pains by Crystal Skies & SOUNDR

18. I did send you a note/On the wind for to read/Our names there together/Must have fallen like a seed-in this shirt by the irrepressibles

19. Green where my red love lies, was it all? /Don’t wear your winning prize, let it fool/Oh, what a waste, I’ll be locked in your heaven, always /and oh, what a way, to be living with all of your pain/and oh, what a way, to be locking your heaven away /and oh, what a wave you have made-Colourway by Novo Amor

20. It's glowing/Embers barely showing/Proof of life in the shadows/Dancing on my plans-leave the city by twenty one pilots

21. I'm so tired of hiding what I feel/So here I am, not gonna disappear/Because I cannot fake it-bad girl by aviva

22. All my life, all my life/I've been chasing shiny things/Blind my face, blind my face/Save me from this suffering/Oh, can you blame my sin?/Touch me like a lover-believer by syml

23. Did you reminisce signing my death certificate?/You almost got away with it/But the reaper snitched, now you got to admit to/Your crimes, your lies/So slick, so sly, yeah-body bag by neoni

24. Nothing makes me confused/No wonder why/I'm still in hell/This is the moment, come/Now, it's time to choose-true by yoari

25. If we just wanna be free/Maybe we're better off as part-time/lovers/So sad you didn't notice/So sad you didn't notice that/"Paris hurt more for me"-part time lovers by hazlett

26. The salt on your skin when you're kissing me/We build a fire on the beach/Sometimes moments like these/Are all that we need/You lean your head against mine/And tonight everything's alright-lost by the sea by Fabian Kuhn

27. Am I a villain or a saint? Let me lead the way/Resting bitch face on the move, fuck you have to say/I know (I know, I know, I know), I am tough as a stone/I've lived a lot of life that not a lot will understand/The type of life that gives you scars before you take command-villain by Missio

28. You paved your Hades/With precious stone/Made an heirloom to patricians/And the rich alone/And the toll for crossing/I'd owe Charon/Would atrophy a half of me/The heart of gold, ah-ooh-cold by the oh hello’s

29. Lonesome roads/And the same old clothes/Radio for company/Home, my home/And these dreams of you/Are all that comfort me-Home by Max Jury

30. City's breaking down on a camel's back/They just have to go, 'cause they don't know wack/So while you fill the streets, it's appealing to see/You won't get out the county, 'cause you're bad and free-feel good inc by gorillaz

31. Right now, I'm shameless/Screamin' my lungs out for ya/Not afraid to face it/I need you more than I want to/Need you more than I want to/Show me you're shameless-shameless by camila cabello

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

05. Nightlife

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Platonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan / Case Closed

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It's so fly-day, fly-day Chinatown

even if I'm tired of dancing, I'll play along until morning 

I want to drink something where I can see the harbor

Sachiko had a mission, she wanted to dance all night long with you, partying through the streets of Tokyo and just having fun. After all thats what Saturday nights are for.

Now she had to convince you in someway to tag along. Wouldn't be easy to get you out of the house, withering away is what you were during with yourself. Your energy was dwindled, too many days of school you had missed because you couldn't bring yourself to get out of bed. It was starting to get bad again. 

So Sachiko hoped with the nightly adventure, she had in mind, she could bring some spark of joyfulness back into you. To show you that life was still worth it to live, even when a part of your heart was missing now. 

Here was Sachiko, in your room, getting herself ready while you were still laying on the bed and staring at the glow-stars covered ceiling. The low volume of the radio, playing whatever song was just adding to the mood you were feeling. Oh boy.

«C'mon grumpy boy, let us roam through the streets and make them unsafe. We're gonna dance till sunrise and have fun! So c'mon c'mon,» Sachiko said, smacking her lips together, creating a popping sound, testing out another Lipstick. Finding the right colour wasn't a easy task sometimes. 

«Don't wanna, that sounds already exhausting and besides I don't wanna miss todays episode of Cowboy Bepo.» you sighed out. Weren't in the mood for Sachikos scheming ideas. 

Sachiko rolled her eyes, giving a mocking sigh in return. Boy, were you about to get on her nerves now with that brooding gloomy mood of yours—testing her patience. Fine. Be that way, but she will drag you out either way.

«When was the last time we went dancing? Months ago! And I really really wanna go with you, because more fun. So pretty please? For me?» Sachiko give you a pleading look, her personal puppy eyes.

«Argh, fine. You won. Just give me some minutes or so to get ready.»

~~~~~~

Dim lighting, colourful and moving. Tonights playlist was a mix between national and international songs, blasting through the room and echoing in minds. The Disco was filled with people, crowded that sometimes you had to be careful not to get pushed around or accidentally being hit. They all were dancing and drinking to their heart's content, enjoying the young night. Had their fun.

Sachiko was twirling you around every so often, moving her body to the beat of music. Not caring in the slightest how revealing and skin exposing—it was November and the temperature are dropping, bringing goosebumps, and colourful her outfits might be for others. Sachiko simply didn't care, after all it wasn't her job to model her life after the opinion of others. 

Seeing you, only if it were just going be for this night, for those few hours—where the moon and sky above would be the only witness to anything and everything, finally so carefree and relaxed again, was making her happy. Selfish proud even.

As the next song was starting, you beamed from ear to ear. One of your favourite songs and now it was your turn to twirl and swirl Sachiko. 

You had forgotten how it was to feel such ecstasy, the rush of living in the current—the here and now. Brought back a once extinguished spark in you.

You make a hand gesture to Sachiko, signalling her that you wanted to take short break and drink something. She nodded, going with you. First rule unofficial, never let you partner walk alone through the Club.

Taking a seat at the bar, thankfully not all that crowded, ordering Cola for the both of you. Sachiko adding four Vodka shots to it. Soft drink, for a night like these? She found that a tad too goodie shoes. Prepping it with a few shots was the only truthfully classic way, to celebrate.

Eating the salted crackers and sipping on your drinks, you both talk about the newest school gossip. 

«Heh, I knew you would like it, grumpy hun~ Aren't I the best?»

«Sure are you the best, oh great princess Sachi,» you told her, laughing at the funny grimace she was doing in return. Time to order 2 more shots.

From the corner of your eyes you saw a silhouette of a men approaching you, stopping just a few meters in front of you.

«Hey there stranger,  I'm Daiki and I wanted to ask if you wanted to dance with me?» introduce Daiki himself, giving you a boyish smile and raking his hand through his short black hair.

Daiki was handsome, no lying to it, though Heiji was far more handsomely—but he does have a attractiveness, which could bring your cheeks into a flush. Or perhaps the shots are getting to you. 

Skimming over his body; plain shirt, jeans and sneakers. The outfit wasn't too fancy or too plain, but right in the middle. 

You pursed your lips, glancing at Sachiko—who was having the fun out of it, and pondering about his offer. In all honesty you weren't so keen on to dance with strange, where you only here because of Sachi and only for her. 

Though, this is the Disco, it's the nightlife—prone to mingle with strangers and their business, bodies close to one another, sharing heat and living their life in a rush of momentarily high. A sort of one night in Bangkok feeling.

«[Name] and sure why not,» you agreed, drinking the rest of your Cola out and getting up from the stool. Sachiko following after you two.

Boy were boys after all and Sachiko wasn't risking it of you getting abducted or the sorts of. Discos might be fun, but was also a place where things, bad things, could happen. Yeah no, Sachiko wouldn't allow that.

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody!

Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody!

Dance with somebody

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Next song=Colors. I've done this one before but never just with Dallas. Presenting how the two kids met.

Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so You said your mother only smiled on her TV show

Just a little peek at Dally's backstory in my opinion. We've heard about his father but nothing about brothers or mothers. I think his mother started out kind but years of marriage to Dally's father kinda messed her up. Distanced her and made her hate Dally cause he looks like his father. He has a little brother he cares about but wants to avoid because he doesn't want to set a bad example. Meanwhile all that his brother wants to do is hang onto Dally. So he is spending less and less time at home. One night when he was hanging around downtown getting into fights and drinking to forget his home life he meets M/C.

You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope I hope you make it to the day you're 28 years old

This is something M/C says to him when they meet him. One thing he admires about them is their honesty. If they see him acting a fool they will say so regardless of whether or not Dally is wont to get mad and/or violent. M/C isn't scared of Dally and its kind of refreshing.

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink

Dally is pretty messed up right now. He's been drinking and the adrenaline high from winning fights isn't helping. M/C is worried he will end up hurting himself or others so at first they try to convince him to go home but when it becomes clear that he is not willing to do that they bring him to their place in the wealthier part of town.

You've ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink

Even drunk and covered in bruises M/C can tell how attractive Dally is.

Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seams And it's blue And it's blue

Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means And he's blue And he's blue

the chorus is the inner monologue of M/C as they walk with Dallas through the streets.

You were a vision in the morning When the light came through

Switch to Dallas's point of view and he is waking up in a strange bed in a big room that screams wealth. M/C has done their best to tone it down, painting the tiled floor yellow and covering the walls with posters but just the sheer size of the room is enough to disorient Dallas, who is used to waking up beside his brother in a room just big enough to fit a twin sized bed and the boys clothes in piles on the foot of floor space surrounding it (note the lack of a dresser.) While he is still trying to catch his bearings M/C walks in, passing in front of the big window covering half of the space on the east wall. Dally was too drunk to realize it last night but holy shit this person is gorgeous.

I know I've only felt religion when I've lied with you

M/C gave Dally their bed and went to sleep on the couch. Just want to clear that up, they didn't actually lie together.

Dally has never really thought about god and religious stuff. The only reason he wears his St. Christophers is because his mother gave it to him before she went downhill. But when M/C walks in Dally's groggy mind immediately assumes that they are an angel. Clearly no human being can be this attractive.

You said you'll never be forgiven 'til your boys are too And I'm still waking every morning but it's not with you

M/C is talking with Dally about all the stuff he is involved in (gang stuff and the like) and they mention that he should really stop. Dallas responds that his fellow gang members are his family and "I'm not gonna leave and be forgiven for the stuff I've done with my gang till the rest of my boys are too."

I'm actually really proud of this one. I think it really works given the plot and everything.

Oh, how I love. Oh, how I adore. This is simply adorable!!

[brianyololau]

9-4-24

The last 4 days were wild, but I had such an amazing experience 10/10.

I’m glad I decided to say yes to this trip because it was unforgettable. The memories made and the experiences shared was just peak enjoyment.

I had missed the last 5 years of kazzy’s birthday weekend celebrations, so, I decided to go friday saturday since I was able to now. Ngl I was debating if I should’ve just went saturday since I didn’t really know everyone, and I would be spending two whole nights with them. But i’m glad I went. I told myself for the plot and the plot was THICK.

It was funny bc May called and said where tf are u rn as I was otw. While I was driving, I got the notification that there would be a HOUSE ROLL at 11:30 lol. I thought it was gonna be a night of drinking but nope. I said fk it anyways and rolled with them. When I pulled up, we went straight to drinking, and I caught up with friends I hadn’t seen in years. Everyone was all grown up lol. No more undergrad. Someone even bought a house recently. Then, the rolling began. Half of us popped, and there was a whole live dj schedule for most of the night. It was lit. Everyone was just vibing to the set having a good time while I chatted away with people and danced, real plur environment.

After the set, we played rage cage all night, and people started to go to sleep. I ended up staying up till almost 6, and we played some throwbacks. I did some drunkish karaoke for a few songs too. Couldn’t hang till sunrise, so I hit the hay. Heidi kept restarting rage cage. It didn’t stop.

The next morning, I slept in like a mf. I was a lil sleep deprived and went through 2 days of 8 hour live lecture trainings prior to coming. So, I made sure I was well rested. Surprisingly, no comedown or headache, but I woke up at 2 pm. After getting ready, I went straight to the kitchen to start cooking up breakfast, good ole bacon and eggs. Rene was making everyone drink though.. so my first meal was basically alcohol.

After I ate and drank some more, everyone came back from a pickleball tournament. We took group pictures, and I put on my duck themed fit. Shortly afterwards, we did a roll call for shrooms. It was interesting seeing everyone take the ones I supplied. Afterwards, we all dispersed, and it didn’t hit for a while, so I decided to use the restroom before the mayhem began. However, I ended up talking to Nicole for a bit, and during that convo, it hit LOL. Kazzy came in and asked if we were feeling it. We both said yeah, and I started laughing bc I was trying to act sober the whole time.

I decided to go out and sit by the pool with a couple other people in order to settle for the come up. There was a big palm tree in front of us, and I saw its leaves begin to sway. The weather was perfect, and looking at it felt so surreal. Looking into the distance, I noticed two moving objects. I thought I was trippin, but they were rabbits LOL. After a few min, I started to feel a bit overwhelmed and couldn’t sit still. So, I walked over to the edge of the pool. Randy was already in and suggested I jump in since I told him I wanted to see what it would be like to swim while tripping.

I was a bit unsure how it would feel considering I was still coming up but said fk it. First time for everything, right? Took off my shirt and cannon balled in. I’ll never forget that rush of water surrounding me as I went under. Emerging felt revitalizing, and then the cold temperature hit.

Randy asked how it felt to be tripping in a pool… I said it feels like i’m in a pool LMAO but it feels GREAT. The water was still cold after a few min, so I decided to swim across the pool. On the other side, there was a waterfall created by an overhanging beam. I felt myself gravitating towards it, and the sound of the water splashing into the pool seemed to drown the rest of the noise in the background. It seemed like everything else around me just faded out, and it was just myself and the waterfall in front of me.

I don’t know why, but it felt so spiritual to me. Everything drowned out including my own thoughts and anxiety from it all. It was just me and this enchanting water splashing into the surface of the pool. I saw something beautiful that was uniquely experienced to myself. I stood there for a minute appreciating the intense calmness it brought to me, and at one point, I started stretching my arms open to it. Finally, I turned around and looked at everyone else. It felt so freeing standing there and accepting everything in front of me. I was struck with beauty.

Eventually, I swam back, and the water became warm. Then, I went over to the jacuzzi which was nicee. I met this pretty girl named Aiko. Her fit was so cute. I complimented her on it later on. Then, Allen came out and pushed Kazzy into the pool. I ran over to make sure he was good since he was also tripping. Rene brought soju lol. I took some more shots, and bounced around just socializing. I was also tripping, so it was a lil hard to stay focused on the convos for too long. At one point, I picked up a bubble gun and started blasting it. It was amazing. In fact, I bought one for Zedd this week. Everyone seemed to love it including me. Being surrounded by bubbles while tripping is like being inside of fiction just watching them float around like magic. For the next hour, I kept floating around and enjoying the most beautiful sunset. The sky turned orange, and I was basking in the sunlight. I wanted that moment to last forever. That’s when I realized that this is what life is all about, to appreciate the beauty in life and share those moments with friends who truly care about you. That’s what I felt in that hour of light, and it reshaped everything for me, why we strive so hard, why we willingly take on stress, and why we make sacrifices. It’s not to push ourselves to the blink of oblivion and destitution. There’s no joy in losing that glimmer of life in your eyes. Everything is to KEEP that glimmer alive no matter what. Stress shouldn’t be controlling us, beating us down until we give up. We OVERCOME stress and utilize it in order to get to where we WANT. And when the stress is no longer fulfilling our purpose, we must walk away. That’s how we choose our battles and claim our victories. There’s no victory in battle lacking in altruism and self.

I’ll never forget that experience. It felt like the first time I opened my eyes and basked in literal happiness and beauty. I am grateful for everything.

After the sun went down, most of the people went in, and the party was going. There was a live dj, and everyone who didn’t trip had been drinking all day. It was overwhelming for me to jump into that when I had been so relaxed before. So, I stayed in the jacuzzi with a few other people. I got to know Brandon a little better, and he was such a great guy. 28 but with a 7 year old daughter and handling a full time job while hanging out with everyone. Love it. Stand up guy and I respect him for being a good father. Afterwards, I got cleaned up and went back out to chat a little with a few people. Mom called and asked what I was still doing out since I had WORK the next morning. I said i’d sleep there and go straight to work. That’s exactly what I did. When I went back inside, everyone was already drinking, playing rage cage, and dancing to loud ass music. I wasn’t really ready for that yet, and I missed dinner. Out of nowhere, I saw Brandon making ramen and hopped in right away. I started cooking up bacon and eggs. Brandon made sausages, and we put together some scrappy meals I was honestly so proud of. He was too, and it was bomb. While we were doing that, Kazzy took 10 shots back to back for his yearly birthday challenge, and everyone recorded.

At this point it was around 8:30 pm, and I knew I had to prepare myself for another rally if I wanted to keep partying. The problem was I had to leave at 4 am and go straight to work. I was staying up after for another 12 hour shift back to back days. I didn’t think I would’ve been able to survive another rally without taking addy and a bunch of caffeine the next day. So, I decided to take a nap. I was scared I wouldn’t wake up or make it back in time, and to combat that, I kept setting alarms for 30 minutes. Eventually, I just slept until 4 am because the sleep was good. Also, I didn’t want to be too inebriated and have trouble leaving by 4 am for work. It worked out pretty well because I handled the next two days pretty well. However, I did miss out on the second rally. In retrospect, I could’ve stayed up another 2 hours during peak time, but knowing me, there’s a chance I could’ve slept through my alarms if I was too sleepy. Didn’t wanna take the risk.

I really miss everyone, although, I only knew a lot of them for a short while. It was just the acceptance and fondness we had for each other in such an emotional space that I ended up appreciating everyone for vibing with one another. It was so wholesome and not at the same time. I will definitely be back for the next one. Newfound friends!

Yesterday, at work, I received my first ICU level patient that I had to stabilize. I was doing everything critical care. I was messing with central lines, bolusing bags of saline, doing septic bundles, and hanging levophed. It was real nursing. I’m glad I had that experience because I learned a lot on how to care for critical patients in the medical field. The only thing I gotta practice now is ACLS and mastering rhythms.

Overall, this was genuinely an amazing week. Despite the fact that I had 4 days of work in between the 1.5 days at Kazzchella, I feel I truly made the best out of every second of it. I ended it with unforgettable memories, new friends, wiser reflections, and fulfillment of my immediate responsibilities. I’m proud of myself!

[amorecrea]

The Ballad of Mr. Maloney

Good Golly Miss Molly, Good Golly Gee,serve me up some dressing, with my Macaroni,‘Cuz you know they’re gonna find me,‘Cuz I’ve been so very lonely,I’ll be swinging in the rafters by sunrise,no one will cut me down,all dolled up in my padded thighs,with my painted face and my fancy gown.Call me Moll, my Molly boys,at the coffee shop we’ll drink our fill!We’ll play Princess with all our toys,’till…

[9voltt]

Party at the End of the World

You're invited to:

The last and best party you'll ever have! Everyone will be here! We've got everything you'd need to pass on to the afterlife without any regrets (possibly) and nothing to lose!

Top of the line drinks, bottom of the line slop for your needy gullet, the loudest music imaginable and a special silent corner for all the suckers who can't handle it! With special guests:

> Ed Sheeran.

> Bruno Mars.

> John Denver.

> XXXTentación (That's right we fucking brought him back!).

> Big Boi and the lank lads.

> Coldplay.

> Eminem.

> And many more!!!

Are you ready to have some FUN??

Do you wanna feel like a BADASS???

Are you having trouble coping with the fact that everyone currently in this planet is doomed to suffer the same fate and never relish in the beauty of life forevermore???

Worry not!!! We are in the same boat!!!

Just come over when you want and get ready for some action, for drugs, for some stress relief!

Your mind's always on the verge of breaking anyway, no? Don't worry, you'll be fine, we have experts here!

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FAQ:

> "When is this? I live under a rock" - I'm sorry to bring you this news to you in this way, but my friend, the world is ending on April 21st. Big ass meteor, can't do anything about it, at least that's what the government says. BUT WHO CARES!!! The party is on all day 'till we don't get to see the sunrise again!!!

> "What the actual fuck?!" - You and me both buddy!!!

> "Ok fuck it, I'm In. Where is the party being held at?" - The main event will be happening at the Vatican City! That's right - Vatican City, Italy! (Thanks to my religious cousin's influence in the council. Viva Il Papa!) Of course, you'll also have sub-parties happening on major cities across the globe! Be sure to check in with your local groups!

> "Did you actually take over the Vatican???" - Indeed!

> "What's your cousin's rank?" - Cannot tell you!

> "Wait, who are you?" - Cannot tell you!

> "Are animals allowed? - Sure! Anything and everything is allowed! Dogs, guns, family members if you're a sicko, etc!

---------- Hope to see you there!

Disclaimer:

For all who fear the wrath of God or some other entity. For anyone who values their life, their family, their pets, and their friends. Don't come over. This party ain't for you.

For all the lonely, the disgruntled, the bored, the scorned, the rich, the poor and every social class that's not gonna matter in a couple days anyway: you're in the right place. Welcome, welcome one and all to the greatest and most likely last rager this world will ever see!

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