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I was trying to find a way for Hunter to take his shirt off in a way that felt natural during a scene I’m writing and my partner suggested that Hunter could be that guy that just gets really hot and takes his shirt off randomly and now I can’t stop picturing Hunter mid conversation taking his shirt off and everyone being like 👁️👁️ and then carrying on like he isn’t nips out
#space chatter#I had him spill something on himself#but I did consider making him This Guy#the bad batch#tbb hunter#pro tip for writing Hunter pre order 66 just make him silly af#he is a lightweight#he is a bad dancer#he does get bouts of energy and chase his squad for fun#he is awkward but it’s endearing#he Is that guy that gets too hot and takes his shirt off bc it’s just his squad who cares?#it’s not like anyone would pay any mind to various states of undress#I feel like the clones would be pretty chill about naked bodies#but instead of just having him take his shirt off randomly I made him spill his drink sorry Hunter
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Out drinking
#frayeur#elezen#my art#ffxiv wol#ffxiv#He is a lightweight#like insanely#he can have 1 drink#the secound just makes him think he can drink more#and he cannot#never
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can’t study for my test because i’m having brain rot about neil accidentally getting super drunk and stumbling up to aaron like “andrew???” and aaron is like “wrong one” and neil is like “andrew.” and aaron is like “???? are you stupid” and neil goes to look for andrew but he stumbles into the table, and aaron has to catch him or he will get trampled for fucks sake, and neil just collapses into him in a drunk cuddly heap. and aaron is like “neil. you need to stand up” and neil is like “i am” and aaron is like “that’s because i’m holding you up” and they get neil to stand but neil kinda just flops into aaron’s arms again. and neil is like “i don’t hate you, i don’t, but it’s okay if you hate me” and aaron is like “ugh, ew are you really an emotional drunk???” and neil, to aaron’s horror, looks at him with tears in his eyes because you know when you’re too drunk and you kind of just get a little scared and you need help???? ya. and aaron is like … ok. and kinda holds neil until andrew comes back from the bar with more drinks. and he sees neil basically asleep on aaron’s shoulder, and aaron looking uncomfortable but accepting, so he kinda raises an eyebrow, an okay? and aaron nods and is just patting neil on his back
and tomorrow they’ll wake up and neil will toddle downstairs with his hand against his temple and aaron will have advil ready for him, and he’ll say “you’re annoying and you don’t know when to shut your mouth or mind your own business, but i don’t hate you” and the thank you for helping repair my relationship with my brother and thank you for testifying and thank you for staying goes unsaid but yeah
and that’s how aaron and neil became kind of friends
edit: vomited out a one shot for y’all (this will prob become a 5+1)
Aaron swirled his drink a few times, listening to the ice clacking against the glass.
Eden’s was packed tonight, courtesy of it being the end of the school year. College students and the regular patrons flocked to the bar, the dance floor, and all of the tables, leaving Aaron to reserve a high-top table, and his legs to dangle from the stool.
“Drew?”
Aaron ignored him in favor of the twinkling sound the ice makes in his glass. He’d already taken shots, danced, had another drink, danced again, and now Aaron’s body was heavy with alcohol and exhaustion.
“Drew,” Neil said again.
Aaron looked around their table and didn’t see Andrew. He remembered Andrew getting up and walking to the bar with their empty tray. Aaron found him a few seconds later, hands in his pockets at the bar. That and Neil, staring up at him, looking uneasy.
Before Aaron could tell Neil to get out of his face, Neil was speaking.
“Are you’nt having fun?” Neil frowned, blinking sleepy, hooded eyes at him. He leaned closer to study Aaron’s face.
“What are you doing?” Aaron grumbled, pushing Neil’s face away.
Aaron hadn’t even pushed him hard, he more removed Neil from his space rather than pushed him, but Neil wobbled like his world had tilted out of orbit. Aaron realized, quickly, that Neil was going to fall backwards. He grabbed two fistfuls of Neil’s shirt and pulled him forwards. Neil’s head lulled on his shoulders with the force, his chin hitting his chest then righting itself.
Aaron’s stomach lurched, sick with the thought that someone had put something in one of Neil’s drinks, as he would for anyone, but thankfully he’s never been put in that situation. Neil’s eyes were hooded, his face flushed. Aaron snapped once at Neil’s ear, and Neil recoiled immediately.
“Does your head hurt or anything?” Aaron asked. Neil shook his head, frowning.
“Are you dizzy? Follow my finger.” Aaron pushes Neil back so he can see his face, keeping one hand on Neil’s shoulder to hold him up. Neil follows Aaron’s finger as it moves back and forth, albeit a little labored, but not as if he’d been roofied. Aaron declares that Neil’s reaction times and responses are fine, but he still pulls the front of his shirt up and checks his belt, the button of his pants.
“What—?” Neil slapped a hand on his abdomen, stopping his shirt from being lifted any higher. Aaron didn’t need to see anything but his pants, but it was reassuring that Neil still had inhibitions.
His clothes were fine. His belt was still done, zipper up. No one had tried anything. Aaron relaxed.
“Sorry,” Aaron said. “Sorry, I just needed to…”
While racking his mind back to why Neil is this drunk, Aaron remembered Neil taking shots with Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin. Four shots. He’d seen Neil sip on another drink like the idiot had the tolerance for alcohol that the rest of them had.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Aaron said and released Neil. Neil attempted to step back, his hands raised in surrender.
“No?” Neil asked warily. Even drunk as fuck, he still respected boundaries. Andrew’s boundaries specifically, as it still hadn’t registered that he wasn’t talking to the right twin.
“I’m not Andrew,” Aaron said.
“Where’s Andrew?” Neil asked, turning his head pathetically in search. Aaron only had a good view of Andrew because they were seated at a high-top. Over the throng of taller people coupled with strobing lights, Neil’s view was obstructed.
“At the bar,” Aaron nodded in that direction.
Neil turned towards the bar. Well, he attempted to. He pivoted, lost his balance, and toppled into the table. He tried to right himself and started to fall to the other side. Aaron caught Neil before he could bust his shit and get trampled.
“Jesus Christ, Josten,” Aaron spat, righting Neil with hands on his biceps. Neil slapped a hand on the table and leaned his weight on it. The table quaked under such abuse, but held.
Neil turned slowly, grappling against the table as if he was standing in one of those spinning fair rides. In his excursion to simply spin 180°, his hand slipped off the edge of the table as he faced Aaron once again. He reached for the table, missed, reached for it again, missed, said, “Motherfucker,” under his breath, and finally gripped onto the edge. His eyes locked on Aaron’s again, and Neil’s useless hand landed on Aaron’s shoulder.
“Andrew,” Neil said. Aaron didn’t know if it was more a request or if it was just not registering.
“Wrong,” Aaron said, tense under Neil’s hand, but he didn’t push him off. He’d rather hold Neil up than peel him off the floor. “Aaron.”
“‘m very drunk,” Neil said, looking up pleadingly at Aaron as if he had a magical cure to shitfacedness, and all Neil had to do for it was look a little scared. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” Aaron asked.
“I’m drunk.”
Aaron snorted. “That’s kind of the point when you’re at a bar.”
“But,” Neil said, taking a labored breath, “I’m…too drunk.”
This was beginning to feel exceedingly similar to speaking to a child. Aaron was annoyed, but not completely heartless, unlike the narrative of Aaron Neil had likely concocted. “It’s okay, Neil,” Aaron said. “You should sit down.”
Neil promptly sat as if there was a chair under him, but there was not. Aaron, still holding Neil vertical, got pulled out of his chair with the momentum. To avoid toppling to the ground—which did not get mopped as often as it should—Aaron planted his feet on the floor and hauled Neil up by his armpits.
“Help,” Neil murmured. His arms dropped to his sides as he yielded his dead weight to Aaron.
“Stand up,” Aaron grunted, readjusting to wrap an arm around Neil’s back. One of Neil’s arms flopped over Aaron’s shoulder.
“I am,” Neil complained.
“No, you are not.”
“I am.”
“Neil,” Aaron said through clenched teeth, “I am holding you up. You need to lock your knees.”
“Oh,” Neil said. He looked at his feet as if he needed to check they were on the ground.
To be fair, Neil did lock his knees, but he also leaned all of his upper body on Aaron, arms still hanging limply at his sides. He tucked his head into Aaron’s neck with, what seemed, every intention to make a home there for the night.
“Neil,” Aaron said, frozen against the hair tickling his cheek. “God dammit.”
“And…ron,” Neil spoke against his shoulder.
“Yes,” Aaron said sarcastically. “That’s me.”
“Can I j’stay here?” Neil slurred.
From what Aaron had seen of Neil’s dynamic with his brother, he knew Neil would get off if he said no. He could place Neil into a stool or pull up a chair with a back so he wouldn’t fall out and concuss himself. He could shove Neil off and make him fend for himself. He could pawn him off to Andrew.
At the moment, those other options seemed like far too much work.
That, or maybe it was the med student in him, the intrinsic urge to heal and help and nurture that smarted at the thought of pushing Neil off.
Aaron didn’t push him off when Neil readjusted and tucked an arm into his chest, the other gripping Aaron for stability. He didn’t when Neil asked again, a quiet, “Aaron.”
“Okay,” Aaron conceded. He rubbed a hand up and down Neil’s back placatingly, but also because Neil seemed like he needed it. And he came to Aaron for it. Well, he came to Andrew and got Aaron. But he didn’t push Aaron off, and Aaron hasn’t done the same.
And they just…stood like that. For what seemed like a long time, but it probably was only a few minutes before Neil spoke again.
“Aaron,” Neil said.
Aaron hummed in response.
“I don’ hate you.”
“What?��� Aaron asked. “What the fuck are you talking about, Neil?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“What?” Aaron said again.
“I don’wanna fight.” Neil lets out a colossal breath.
“We haven’t fought in a long time,” Aaron says, his idea of agreement. Acceptance.
Neil was quiet, because it was true. Neil seemed content to lay in Aaron’s arms, and Aaron didn’t have another stool next to him. He sure as shit wasn’t giving his up for Neil, but Neil was genuinely so unsteady on his feet that Aaron couldn’t let him go.
He trembled a bit, and Aaron was almost amused that after everything Neil had been through, being a little too drunk is what finally did it for him.
But Aaron had felt that way before. Inebriated and scared in a crowded room of strangers. Neil, however, has people he knows. How can Aaron be upset at Neil for wanting the comfort that he also craved? How can he be upset that Neil feels safe enough with Andrew to ask for help? That his brother finally feels safe with someone too?
“Aaron,” Neil said.
“What,” Aaron said.
“It’s okay if you hate me.”
“Oh God,” Aaron groaned, “Ew. Are you really an emotional drunk?”
Neil pulled back and, to Aaron’s horror, there were actual tears in his eyes. His lip trembled as he bit it, holding the tears in. Aaron hated how much of himself he was seeing in Neil tonight. The harrowing fact that maybe they are quite similar.
“Oh God,” Aaron said again, mortified. He grabbed the back of Neil’s head and shoved it back into his shoulder, effectively hiding Neil’s teary face.
He cast a desperate look to Andrew, who was finally on his way back to the table. He patted Neil on the shoulder, like one would burp a baby when they have no idea how to do so.
“Andrew.”
Andrew didn’t need prompting to look. His eyes were trained on Neil and Aaron from the moment he turned around. By the nonchalance of his movements and his lack of alarm, Aaron guessed he had been watching their interaction.
Andrew set the tray down on the table and cast a significant look between them, settling on Neil’s intoxicated form keeled over on Aaron’s shoulder.
Andrew raises one eyebrow, a silent question, an okay?
Aaron finds himself nodding, and unsure why. All he knows right now, a few drinks in, is that he doesn’t hate this. And he doesn’t hate that Neil doesn’t hate him.
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The smell of coffee set Neil’s feet moving like a Pavlovian response. He was half awake already with a pounding headache, like his eyeballs were beating his closed lids to death.
Neil toddles down the stairs with his eyes closed, a hand pressed hard to his temple, stabilizing his brain.
Aaron was standing at the counter already, facing the sputtering coffee pot. His arms were crossed, hair ruffled from sleep. At the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned.
The memories from last night played past Neil’s mind like a sped-up movie. He grimaced in embarrassment, and felt a little sick at how drunk he was. How stupid he was, to drink that much. He should have known his tolerance isn’t matched with the rest of them. He could have gotten hurt, could have said something—
Fuck.
“Fuck,” Neil said, covering his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Aaron said. He turned back to the coffee, though his posture was rigid.
Neil grabbed a glass of water. He noticed Aaron watching from the corner of his eye, but Neil chose to ignore him, figuring that’s best. He sat on the counter with his water, sipping it slowly while he and Aaron waited for the coffee to finish brewing.
The silence was thick, but they were both too stubborn to leave the kitchen. Usually, they preferred to wait and pretend the other wasn’t there.
That’s what Neil thought, at least. After a painful few minutes, Aaron huffed and grabbed the bottle of Advil from the drawer next to the sink. He shook two pills out and sat them next to Neil.
Neil stared at them until Aaron cast a pointed look at the pills, then physically gestured to them with raised brows. Neil took them while Aaron watched.
The coffee pot beeped. Aaron made a split second decision, grabbing two mugs and pouring coffee into them. He slid Neil’s across the counter. It sloshed over the side, but Aaron wasn’t capable of caring at the moment. His mind was busy, and he knew Neil had noticed his lack of eye contact; the analytical fuck.
“Look,” Aaron said. He did not look at Neil to say it. “You’re annoying, and you never know when to shut your mouth or mind your business. Most of the time, I’m convinced you have a death wish, and a lot of the time I find myself resenting you. You complicated our lives, put us all in danger, didn’t give a shit.”
Neil’s chest hurt. He didn’t know if it was anger or guilt. Aaron started talking again before he could figure it out.
“But I don’t hate you. I can’t, really. I can’t even fault you for the shitty things you did, because it all worked out.” Aaron glanced quickly at Neil, looked away. His cheeks were red.
The thank you for helping repair my relationship with my brother and thank you for testifying and thank you for being good to Andrew went unsaid, but Aaron hoped Neil wasn’t obtuse enough to force him to say it out loud.
Neil must have understood, because he nodded. Aaron figured that was as close to a reconciliation they were going to have, so he leaned against the counter and pretended everything was normal.
For the first time, they drank their coffee in silence without animosity orchestrating it.
Neil’s mug was half empty when Andrew joined them. He paused in the doorway, squinty eyed and mussed, looking between the two. Neil on the counter, Aaron leaning against it. Their silence, but lack of tension.
“This is weird,” Andrew finally said, his voice gravely from sleep.
“Yeah,” Neil and Aaron said simultaneously.
Neil glanced over his mug at Aaron, the corner of his mouth twitching. Aaron regarded it, but looked away, because something like contentment had made its way onto Andrew’s face.
Aaron smiled at that instead.
#andrew’s watching from the bar like ‘what in the fuck.’#neil isn’t allowed to drink vodka anymore#andrew got tired of him crying#(not actually)#(his heart just *does something* when he sees neil in tears#(he does not like it)#he gets anxious and sad if he drinks too much#and he’s such a lightweight and doesn’t know his limits#so it happens a couple times before andrew is like ‘nope’#and monitors neil until they find a fun fuzzy drunk#not a sad scary one#neil doesn’t even drink that often but after 4 years in college he obviously does more than a few times#aftg#tfc#the foxhole court#aftg brainrot#neil josten#aaron minyard#andrew minyard#all for the game#trk#tkm#andreil
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the mental image of someone suplexing machete is kind of hilarious to me not going to lie. would he fight or accept his fate?
I think if you went and grabbed him without a warning he'd be too stupefied to react before getting yeeted.
#own art#own characters#CanisAlbus#art#artists on tumblr#Machete#I really need a name for the claydol umbreon#Machete would be so suplexable he's tall but lightweight#you'd have less luck with Vasco#one of the more challenging poses I've had to draw in recent memory#picked a weird perspective as well
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yknow its really funny how op fandom treats sanji like a lightweight when, in actuality, he's the direct middle of the line in the strawhats and likely has the 'everyman' level tolerance
so its not that sanji is a lightweight, its just that they have some real heavyweight drinkers on the crew that make him LOOK lightweight in comparison
#zosan#one piece#blackleg sanji#sanji#if hes a lightweight than everyone behind him are damn featherweights#robin smells alcohol and gets drunk#but lol#its probably just cuz he gets put next to mr. alcoholic roronoa zoro so much
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Do you ever get stuck in a routine of the past?
#team fortress 2#tf2#tf2 fanart#tf2 sniper#tf2 animatic#traditional animatic#oldart#mercs#do you think he sometimes forgets?#anyway. i badly need to find a lightweight editor because the stickers are melting off my laptop from the heat#oh also#this was started all the way back in march#lag forced some heavy procrastination out of me
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behold!!!! the SWEET DREAMS collectible from The Tri-Angels Collection (by Martha) of PudgyLilDarlins 🌙☁️🌙
#gravity falls#the book of bill#book of bill#bill cipher#his blush is SUPER hard to see BUT it's there!!! somehow more visible from far away.....#he is NOT the perfect weight to kill a man sadly he is made of lightweight model magic acrylic paint and love#(and uh.........'proprietary carbon hydrogen nitrogen sulphur and chlorine compound')#i did not get a pic of the back bc i forgot to make him another arm 😭#he is. imperfect and perfect and mine and beautiful 💖
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Does thou ship StarOba?
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#maybeeeee.... ehehehhehehee.....~#also here's some drunk starlo for youuuu#he's a lightweight#fucking nerd (/affectionate)#STAROBA SAVE ME#RAUGHHH#undertale#undertale yellow#utdr#uty#undertale yellow fanart#staroba#uty starlo#uty ceroba#starlo#ceroba#artists on tumblr#LM art#asks#anon
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Luigi works up the courage to go and talk to Daisy, with just a teeny little help from some alcohol. Surely, that won't backfire, right?
#luigi x daisy#luaisy#luigi fanart#princess daisy#luigi is a bit of a lightweight#comics#he's never gonna recover from this
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grey's older brother, vince.
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#LIKE HELLO???? HE SHOWED UP SERVING I HAD TO SET UP SRWE AND RELIGHT FOR HIM#He's a boxer btw lightweight tho#he's not important at all like he's literally just an extra but this mf showed up like this is his shit!#lykaia#*vince fitzpatrick#my characters#ts4 screenshots
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One of my headcanons is that Echo can drink pretty much anyone under the table. The Bad Batch saw this for the first time they went out and were calling Rex like “should we bring him to the hospital???”
#he can even out-drink wrecker#and this is even after losing three limbs#echo is just built different#he’s that suburban mom who used to be a sorority party girl back in college and acquired a reputation#Another headcanon I have is that Crosshair is a lightweight#yes I know they’re all clones but just bear with me for a second because it’s funny#star wars tbb#star wars the bad batch#the bad batch#arc trooper echo#tbb echo#tcw echo#tw: drinking#tw: alcohol#tbb headcanons#bad batch headcanon#bad batch headcanons#echo headcanon#echo headcanons
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okay but smoking weed with gaz and soapppp
they’re the only ones who were actually down for it. john said he was too old for it and simon well, he just glared at you when you suggested it. that didn’t stop them from hanging out with you guys, claiming “well someone has to take care of you lot.”
so now here you three were, on the couch in your flat, staring at the ceiling.
“i think i got too high.”
soap grumbled from his position on the floor next to the couch, laying prone, his face stuffed in your fuzzy pink carpet. you think he got too high, too.
gaz was in the kitchen eating a sandwich simon made for him. john was sitting on the couch with you, your legs on his lap watching tv. he was massaging your calves, sending goosebumps up your legs and spine.
soap suddenly got up, stumbling a bit as he regained his balance and walked into the kitchen, “ay l.t.! can i get one too?”
you could tell he was giving simon the puppy eyes and you giggled. john let out a low chuckle.
admittedly, you were hungry too but the way you felt yourself melting into the couch was way too good for you to ruin it by getting up.
“john you’re making me fall asleep.”
the older man hummed, digging his fingers a little deeper, pulling a little moan from you. you’re sure he would’ve jumped your bones if you weren’t under the influence.
“okay i’m ready for another joint honestly.” gaz said as he came back into the living room, sandwich in hand.
you scoffed in disbelief, wobbling a little as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, turning to stare at your boyfriend, “kyle how the hell! we just finished one!”
your mouth is gaped open. how the hell is he already ready to smoke again? you plopped down onto your back once more, “gimme a bite and you might just be able to convince me.”
kyle scrambled to you, holding out his bitten sandwich. you took a big bite, nodding in bliss, “this is a fucking good sandwich si.”
“you’re just high as fuck, love. everything is fucking good right now.”
#i wrote this while high af#i want to munch with my fave sergeants#kyle’s the type where food brings him down from his high ASAP#he’s always ready to smoke another one#soap and reader are lightweights#two or three hits and those mfs are GONE#poly!141 x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#captain john price x reader#cod x reader#cw weed
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drunk Bakugou that keeps blinking big wet eyes up at you while you help him get undressed and brush his teeth and wash his face. he’s slurring the whole time about how much he loves you and how pretty you are and how you’re the better part of him and how he’s gonna marry you and give you two and a half kids and a dog and a cat. muffles half of his confessions into your stomach where he keeps resting his heavy head, and doesn’t care about the tears and and toothpaste he’s getting on you in the process. no, he doesn’t remember everything when he wakes up, but he has an idea of what he’s said when you wake up with a grin, ready and armed to tease him.
#okay gn lol#I want to get this big man so drunk that he has to be carried like a burlap sack over eiji’s shoulder#the image of this has me in literal tears#he’s a lightweight too and I think that’s so cute of him#okay but Eiji who can hold his liquor really well 👀#and tries to take care of you and bkg at the same time 👀#but the two of you just concocted a plan of climbing this mountain of a man tonight 👀#okay now let me write about caretaker Eiji who never really gets more than buzzed#and offers to care for you (and maybe bkg too 👀) after a night out 🏃🏽♂️#I’ll write it in the morning for I yam sleepy#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬#tw: drunk
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very slowly putting the kakashi back in ethoslab
#my art#ethoslab#i actually set out to draw him in netherite but was like… ehhhhh#i feel like he’d wear more lightweight armor#he does a lot of moving and not a lot of fighting
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Ending abattoir
#dead plate#dead plate fanart#fanart#rody lamoree#vincent charbonneau#manon vacher#doodle#i headcanon that vince was drunk when he killed rody#that explains the broken wine bottle in his office#vince is confirm a lightweight btw#>:) hehe#but imagine getting haunted by two pea brain ghosts
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Not a request or anything, but I was reading your post about Humans being Hylian orcs and I was wondering, who do you think in the chain would be able to keep up with a reader that has a high tolerance for alcohol?
most wouldn't even have a chance
I've talked about this with friends a fair bit honestly and we've kinda come up with a scale for hylian alcohol levels which is kinda as follows (these are very rough numbers)
Hylian tolerance / human equivalent
Milk / Beer, cider (low percent alcohol y'know around like 3-5%) Beer, cider / Wine, mead (higher percent about 12-15%) Wine, mead/ Spirits like limoncello and such (anywhere between 25-40%)
spirits aren't drinkable to hylians unless they're heavily diluted, they can't throw back shots like a human can! A long island iced tea would probably have them needing treatment for alcohol poisoning lmao
The only two I can see being able to stomach liquors would be twi (raised around humans) and wild/tears (the shrine did funky things to them) but they'd be on par with a lightweight well and sky with a very specific headcanon I have about him :)
#hopefully this was clear!#but yeahhhhh no hylians are gonna stand a chance#even if you're a lightweight you can drink them under the table#it's simply a completely different competion#sky is the one who can put up a bit of a fight but#he isn't *technically* hylian#:)#linked universe x reader#link x reader#humans are space orcs#moss✦answers#linked universe
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