#mb alcoholic but idk

[pellicientesavem]

another dnd oc, this time for future campaign with pirates! Carol, chatting with buff lady!

[lavampira]

tabitha abrams ☆ larkin

abrams family member gambler swindler vampire hunter preacher?

play the larkin demo here!

[bunnymedley]

not a mutual, just a longtime follower, but I like your posts, even (especially) the "yucky" ones. anyone who'd hate you for having fun with that kind of stuff is not going to be worth trying to appease long-term, ime. as long as you tag stuff so people don't have to see it, i'd love to see you keep posting whatever makes you happy

i guess just the thought of having to tag what im into so that ppl i like can avoid it just makes me feel like im doing something bad

[switchbladefightz]

omgg rmmbr when we used to make moodboards

[finsplurtz]

Dude idk how to explain it but there’s smth about ur fics i love….if ur taking requests can u do one for yuuji? Hes kinda dumb and he was basically a jock before he got into jujutsu tech so one with some corruption kink?

— thankuu I’m glad u enjoy my writings, I try my best. Hope you enjoy this one too<3

dumb slut — yuuji.itadori

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Yuuji Itadori

— contents : dumb yuuji (I love him) , corruption kink , virgin yuuji , is called a slut like once , overstim , creampie….if u rlly think abt it , passing out nd yeah.. mb if i got smth wrong

warnings : virginity loss erm think not much of a warning… blud is aged up btw

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

You stared down at the pink haired guy with a confused look. … did he seriously not get the hint..?

You’ve been flirting and sending hints that you wanna sleep with him. At some point you almost gave up and thought maybe he was playing stupid to not hurt your feelings or something, but no he’s really clueless.

Something about that made you feel excited.

Yuji was popular, he’s surrounded by girls, you were 100% sure he knew about the wonders of sex.

“Uh.. you know what, we should hang out after school. My house. Just us two” you smile knowing he couldn’t turn you down.

There wasn’t any special occasion, you just wanted to hang out like friends and down a couple drinks. That’s what he thought at least.

For most of the afternoon you guys were laughing and talking about anything and everything, Yuji’s a lightweight so the littlest alcohol already had him fucked up.

“Ahh…Yuji tell me, any girls you’ve been with?” You ask taking a swig of the alcoholic drink.

“Hmm…. I’ve had like 3 or 4 girlfriends.. you?” You let out a small chuckle.

“I’ve had some yeah, I mean girls you’ve slept with..” you tilt your head looking into his eyes, god was he cute..

“Uhm……no I’ve never..” he flushed looking off to the side. You got closer and placed you’re hand over his thigh.

“It’s okay..I don’t judge….but god does it feel good” you glance at his lips and he stutters trying to move away.

“Y-yeah..? I mean y..yeah I’ve heard..”

“I can show you, yuuji..” you get closer and closer to his lip, he closes his eyes tightly and you quickly stuff your tongue in his hot mouth.

He tightly grabs onto your shirt, his tongue so stiff it kinda makes you laugh.

You quickly dig your hands into his pants and roughly stroke his dick making him moan in your mouth.

“Augn-! Mmphh…~” He tries to pull your hand off but it feel so good, he can’t bring himself to pry you off, instead his hips subconsciously start thrusting into your hand.

“..like it..?” You pull away looking into his glossy eyes, he shakes his head no and tries squirming away.

“Mm…I know you like it..feels good doesn’t it..~? I can show you something that’ll feel even better…” he looks at you with wide eyes and a red face.

.

.

“OHH FUCK- ACK—“ Yuuji scratched his stained bedsheets as you pounded into his used up hole. His lips were red and slightly busted from how much he was biting them, he felt sticky and sweaty but he was addicted.

“D..did you cum again..?” You said, panting like a dog. You had felt him tighten around you causing you to groan and dig your fingers into his plush skin.

“Ugh….aren’t you..tired..?” He turned around and he almost had hearts in his eyes. He smirked as best as he could and moved himself on your cock letting out more whorish moans.

“Holy shit..? Have I turned you into a complete slut for dick??” You laugh and wrap your hand around his throat bringing his back up against your chest.

“S..so full..! Nngh….HA—“ He screamed feeling you harshly thrust in him again, cum being pushed out of his gaping hole.

“T-TOO MUCH S..STOP Y-YN~!!” He saw sparks as he came one more time at the feeling of your hot cum pumping him again, his thighs trembled and he fell forward, completely passing out.

You watched your seed peek out of his hole making you twitch.

You ended up passing out next to him for the whole day. In the morning you woke up to your cock being slowly stroked..

You slowly open your eyes to find Yuuji straddling you and aligning your tip to his wet entrance.

“Just…one more time..”

a/n; did i slack off? a little yeah…..

[tkuro0]

UP ALL NIGHT

radio host!DJ!reader ; uni!au ; you are trying hard to balance your demanding classes, breaking into the club scene as an up-and-coming DJ, and not suffering from RedBull-induced cardiac arrest. Also trying hard to not fall for makki's gorgeous quiet friend...

back ! to masterlist

pairing: Issei Matsukawa x f!reader

status: on-going

series warnings: friend of a friend to lovers i GUESS, idk how to describe this, smau, language, adult themes, SO many grammar mistakes, smoking, light substance use, HEAVY alcohol/drinking, language, slightly suggestive ; please note warnings may change as story progresses, there might be warnings in individual chapters !

minors dni

taglist: open !

Now playing: mattsunxyn 𖦹 yn's mb 𖦹 mattsun's mb 𖦹 yn’s playlist (making a moodboard was inspired by @/eggyrocks, i love their aesthetic set ups)

Next in queue: mama unemployment behind you 𖦹 bop city

Next from: UP ALL NIGHT ஐ - contains written section

⋆ Track 1 ; let's go dancing

⋆ Track 2 ; club can't handle me ஐ

⋆ Track 3 ; right round

⋆ Track 4 ; good feeling

⋆ Track 5 ; no air

⋆ Track 6 ; only girl (in the world) ஐ

[isaisavel]

Hi! Want to drop here some thoughts and headcanons about Hazard and Phreaks, bc I’m in love with new Overwatch’s anarchist fraction and their members ❤️ Some of hc based on info from interview with the story's screenwriter, and comic. And well it’s angsty a little and kinda +18 maybe? Idk

And yeah my english is bad. Sorry, I know that, but thanks for opportunity to practice it anyway lol

Hazard doesn’t like alcohol, His father was alcoholic, and when he and his father were left alone, Haz tried to somehow protest against his father’s addiction, but alcohol always won. So yeah, he hate it.

The relationship with father was one big curse for him. It's easier to say when they agreed with each other. Hazard’s father was alcoholic and workaholic at the same time, mb he tried his best as a parent, but most time Fin was forced to solve his childhood and teenage problems on his own.

Actually Hazard was never too problematic teenager. He was pretty good in technical subjects, math and physics. In my hc he wanted to be a technician or an analyst.

Music was one of the few things that lifted Hazard's spirit. He has a great ear for music and as a teenager he was a member of a band.

Well, this is my favorite: Haz calms down when he cleans up and do chores. He likes the feeling of cleanliness and gets mad when everything around him is dirty and not cleaned up. He always washes his dishes and throws away pizza or Thai food boxes. The rest of the Phreaks do it without enthusiasm.

I think that when Haz lived with his father, the latter did not care about cleaning, and Haz was embarrassed to invite someone, which made it difficult to establish relationships with people he liked. He did it on his own, and now Phreaks has their personal cleaner lol

About Haz body

Haz is touch starved, try to change my mind. His mother passed away too early and he didn’t receive enough love and attention, hugs and touches. It’s kinda torture for someone whose love language is touch. Add to this all his injuries and wounds. The system literally fucked him and expressed all its hatred towards Haz and his body.

Everyone was rather indifferent to his bodily suffering and pain. The doctors and nurses could only gloomily examine his injuries, without comments or expression of sympathy. Touch-Up was the first who treated Haz's body with attention.

During the first inspection in Touch-Up's medical cabinet, he had a pain attack. Touch-Up gave him some painkillers and stroked his cheek to wipe away his tears. This was the first show of genuine concern in a very long time. And it literally broke Haz in the best way. This was the first time he cried, not from pain only, but from the feeling that someone cared.

Hazard senses something parental about Touch-Up. He listens to her advice and carefully remembers what she says. And when he stated that he wanted to take revenge on the system and break it, Touch-Up explained to him in detail what she could offer him. This help was enough and even more.

The good news for him: all Phreaks are tactile but in their own way. Touch-Up is a medic cyberneticist, so she regularly examined his body - for her Haz is work material (not in a bad way ofc). But of course Touch-Up is tactile: she slaps Haz’s shoulder or chest, hugs his real arm or pat his cheek.

I think Jackdaw is the top hair expert among them. Jack cuts, styles and colors hair well. Previously, he only bleached his and Touch-Up's hair, but now he also bleached Haz's. And, of course, Haz loves it when Jack touches his hair, cuts it or dyes it (touch starved remember?).

Boomslang expresses tactility in her own friendly-rude way, like gives light slaps to the back of the head or flicks the nose, pulls on the shoulders (at least she did this when Hazard was without all his advanced implants and prostheses, now she can’t move Haz from his place lol).

Hazard actually has zero resistance for tickles and Boomslang likes to tease and make him embarrassed to death. When Touch-Up first started working with Haz's body, Boomslang constantly tried to make him laugh in every possible way. Boomslang said she is annoyed by his «depressive mug», but she only was very sympathetic to his hard experience.

Their relationship is reminiscent of that between an older brother and a younger sister.

You say omnics are not very tactile, BUT. Revel always protects Hazard in every fight. He never fully relies on Hazard's prosthetics, preferring to back him up and protect him in difficult situations. Revel calls this «foresight and rigor of calculation». For Revel, Hazard is not just a flesh, as for many omnics of a similar model.

And my cutie Susannah~ Whell she is great tattoo artist, we know that. So the way of expressing her love to Haz is engraving beautiful designs on his new cybernetic prosthetics. They both have a lot of peaceful hours when Susannah works and talks with Hazard about music, cybernetic innovations and some news. He has great memories about their get-togethers and Hazard's new steel part has been touched hehe.

I think it’s the first part of headcanons. Maybe will write more, but now I wanna sleep.

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

Meeks randomly explains Owen O’Driscoll, Colm, and Micah’s situation:

(CONTENT WARNING FOR AGE GAP + IMPLIED INCESTUOUS ELEMENTS + GROOMING + PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE) ((none of these are graphic, they’re just lightly touched on or implied))

Owen is the fan-made expansion of the character simply referred to as “Colm’s brother” in the game. 

The name and general design was created by Amos on AO3 and the final “coming to life” visually was done by Skibiborg on Twitter. I just came around and made a fuck ton of fan art and a design based off of Skibi/Amras’ Owen for my Fantasy AU. Fantasy AU Owen is some sort of big cat + peregrine Falcon sphinx griffin thing.

Colm’s brother in game lacks ANY information so the triad of us kind of just threw shit at the wall all on our own time. A LOT of any story or headcanons relating to the colm, owen, micah are directly or closely inspired by the writing of Amras or the tweets of Skibi so just interpret most of what I talk about as me parroting what they’ve come up with.

Basically Owen is an oc not owned by any one person. He’s an oc concept and then we either align or diverge our headcanons of what we see *our* Owen as.

—

I don't even have the heart to try and put to words how Amras or Skibi depicts Owen. I characterize him as being the more outgoing older brother of Colm. They’re opposites in almost every regard: Owen is prim, Colm is more ratty, Owen hates mess, Colm thrives with blood and guts, so on. I usually draw Colm as all sour faces and Owen as sickly sweet with a smile. What they can agree on is being two bad, bad men who indulge in sadism and crime for the money.

I (and Skibi but idk how much they have the exact same headcanon as me) imagine the brothers came from a semi-wealthy family, wealthy enough for Owen to have a taste of expensive living and have high standards. Colm bit the hand that feeds him and he stamped out his irish accent in interest of living a more lawless, American life. And idk some point Owen also joined and became the *main* leader.

Colm took up that leadership role after Owen’s death. The camp went from tighter organization and finer quality of life, to rags and cans of beans after Owen died. Colm didn’t value the same things as Owen, instead seeing his brother’s established men and goons as flying monkeys for him to throw his power around with and keep death from synching around his throat.

OKAY SO before all that Owen dying stuff, the gang was functional enough and uhhhh at some point they began affiliating with Micah Bell Jr who was a known criminal and had two sons, Amos and Micah (tho, in my mind his 2nd son was named Cain, later renaming himself to Micah, but that’s just my headcanon). MB jr would rent his kids as hired guns since he was going too beaten by age, injury, and alcoholism to continue heists with his sons. Colm and Owen were loyal patrons of this renting service. Amos was eventually forgotten as Micah was who Colm kept on paying to have by his side as a guard of sorts.

Colm had a liking for Micah III and so when MB jr became so sick it wasn’t even worth paying him, Colm just killed him and forced Micah and Amos on the streets indirectly so Micah will have no one to run to except him (that manipulation already, Making micah think he had a choice).

Micah is a young adult when he was working for Colm, even before Daddy was shot, but he lacked a lot of milestones or experiences in life because of his neglectful upbringing. Colm took up a male figure in Micah’s developmental adulthood by playing on his sore spots of trauma and soft sides of vulnerabilities to cement Micah as bound to the gang and unable to run away. 

Owen too prodded and manipulated Micah, but he was less interested in getting to know Micah on such an equal level as Colm did. Colm was genuine enough to break Micah’s walls, meanwhile Owen took pleasure in body slamming into Micah’s walls even when they wouldn’t tumble.

At some point, Colm did a strange act and let Micah go. It was more like Colm had to give a warning shot and kick Micah with no end in sight until fight or flight kicked in and Micah ran for the hills. 

And then yeah. Micah was on his own, he still had the scarf Colm gave him and wore it up to 1899 (tho it’s sun bleached).

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Shrug. idk. Read Amras’ works if you really wanna know more about Owen, Colm, and Micah. This is just a surface level desc for anyone seeking context on who he is.

@amrass - https://archiveofourown.org/users/Amras 

Skibi (they post nsfw art so cw) - https://x.com/skibiborg

[really-epic]

A Soft Place to Land

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: Ellie Bixler x Fem! Curvy! Reader.

Warnings: Alcohol?? idk what else mb

(She/her) is used for the reader

_

Ellie wasn’t sure what drew her to the bar.

Maybe it was the ache in her chest, or the suffocating silence of her apartment now that Jay was gone.

Maybe it was the pressure of holding everything together for her kids—Danny’s quiet withdrawal, Bridget’s anger, Kassie’s heartbreaking questions about when daddy was coming home.

Maybe she just needed to feel something else, even if it was just the burn of cheap whiskey sliding down her throat.

She hadn’t expected much from the little bar nestled on a quiet corner of the city, but the moment she stepped inside, the atmosphere wrapped around her like a warm, familiar hug. It was clean, stylish, with a faint buzz of chatter and laughter filling the air. Ellie let her shoulders drop, tension easing slightly as she slid onto a stool at the bar.

Her intention had been to quietly drink and disappear, but the moment her gaze lifted to the bartender, her breath caught.

You.

You stood behind the counter, wiping down glasses and mixing drinks with practiced ease. Your curves were accentuated by the fitted uniform. But it wasn’t just the physical—you carried yourself in a way that made it impossible for Ellie to tear her eyes away from.

“Shit,” Ellie muttered under her breath, suddenly hyper-aware of her rumpled appearance.

You turned toward her, recognition flashing in your striking eyes. Your lips curved into a soft, apologetic smile, and Ellie’s stomach flipped.

“Ellie,” you greeted, your voice low and smooth as honey. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

She shifted awkwardly on her stool, the heat rising to her cheeks. “Yeah, uh… me neither. I mean, I didn’t even know this place existed until… now.

“New spot,” you explained, leaning slightly on the counter. The angle gave Ellie a full view of your face—gorgeous and framed by your perfectly styled hair. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus. “You alright?”

Ellie stiffened, the question hitting too close to home. Of course, you’d seen everything. That night Jay stormed out, leaving her standing in the doorway trying to piece herself back together. She remembered catching your eyes for a fleeting moment as you walked down the hallway, your expression filled with quiet understanding.

“Yeah,” she lied, avoiding your gaze. “I’m fine. Just needed a drink, I guess.”

You didn’t press, instead nodding as you reached for a glass. “What’ll it be?”

“Whiskey. Neat.”

“Coming right up.”

As you moved to pour her drink, Ellie took a moment to compose herself. She was falling apart in front of someone who had only ever seen the put-together version of her.

The tattoo artist. The cool mom. Not… this.

But then you slid the glass toward her, your fingers brushing hers for the briefest moment. Your touch was warm, grounding, and when she looked up, your gaze was steady, curious but not prying.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, you know,” you said softly, your voice just loud enough to reach her over the bar noise.

Ellie blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in your tone. “What do you mean?”

You tilted your head slightly, studying her with those impossibly captivating eyes. “I mean, I get it. Life’s a bitch sometimes. And sometimes, you just need someone to talk to—or at least pour you a decent drink.

She huffed a dry laugh, surprising herself. “Yeah, well… life’s definitely a bitch right now.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “Sounds about right for a Thursday.”

-

Ellie didn’t plan on staying long, but somehow, hours slipped by. You didn’t hover, giving her space when she needed it, but every time you returned to check on her, the conversation flowed easily.

You made her laugh—genuinely laugh—for the first time in what felt like weeks. You made sly, sassy comments that had her raising an eyebrow, only to smirk when she threw one right back at you.

-

By the time the bar started winding down, Ellie felt lighter than she had in ages.

“Closing up soon,” you said, wiping down the counter in front of her. “You need a walk home?”

Ellie hesitated, glancing at her phone. The kids were at home with Danny in charge, but she knew she couldn’t stay out much longer. Still, the idea of parting ways with you left a hollow ache in her chest.

“I… yeah, maybe,” she admitted, standing and slipping on her jacket. “I don’t live far.”

Fuck. Why the hell did I say that? She lives right next door! Ellie silently bashed herself.

You laughed, grabbing your own coat, the sound of your laugh was like music to the redhead's ears. “Good. Neither do I.” You teased.

The walk back to the apartment was quiet but comfortable. The city streets were calm, and for once, Ellie didn’t feel the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders.

-

The elevator doors opened on your floor with a soft 'ding' and you walked to your apartments. You stopped infront of your door, hands stuffed in your pockets as you turned to Ellie, who was stealing glances at you from the side.

“If you ever need anything… even just to vent,” you said, your tone sincere, “I’m right next door."

Ellie nodded, her throat tightening unexpectedly. “Thanks. I… I appreciate it.”

You smiled, warm and soft, and for the first time in a long time, Ellie felt like she wasn’t alone.

As you turned to head into your own apartment, Ellie caught herself staring after you, again, her mind racing. You were nothing like she expected, and yet… maybe exactly what she needed.

God help her.

She was falling for her neighbor.

-

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 50 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 3 | lesson 49.1 | lesson 49.2 | lesson 50.2 | lesson 51.1 | lesson 51.2

ngl i audibly laughed at the first 2 lines 😭 why would they do my baby like that

this mf is BEGGING to get shitfaced again. if EYE were him, after what happened last time i'd never wanna touch alcohol again but to each their own ig 💀 i love me a glass of wine or two or four but i'm not THAT crazy /lh

i've never been drunk in my life and don't plan on it

in all seriousness though, i REALLY hope luke wins. i love mc down, but i need my son to shine in this particular moment. but idk if i want him to wish for something simeon-specific considering the situation or something related to the entire crew. regardless of what i want, though, it'll still probably definitely be related to simeon

WHAT IF HE WISHES FOR SOMETHING MICHAEL-RELATED AND WE FINALLY GET HIS DESIGN ???

i'm getting ahead of myself mb

HELP LMFAO

pure blooded alcoholic, which is unsurprising considering how many drunk phone calls we've gotten from lucifer with diavolo in his proximity. they're both lushes /hj

satan's competitive spirit and cockiness actively working against him

peak little sibling energy idk

big brain luke ikdr

satan seeing parts of himself in luke as the new baby of the family i could cry

also am i tripping or was mc also supposed to be in the chemistry finals ??? my brain is fried after flying all the way to shanghai idk i'm probably misremembering

...girl

i'd just make a fruit salad atp bc why are you playing in my face 😭

if the goal was to only use fruit, how did satan end up making apple pie ??? what did he use for the crust ??? apple skins ?????

also, is mc a contestant in the chemistry finals or am i misremembering 🧍🏾 my brain is jumbled after flying to shanghai and attempting to learn mandarin idk what's going on anymore

also also, ofc luke won both rounds of the chemistry finals. proud of my baby

mane let the baby LIVE 😭 if he wants to go to tricky treat forest, he's gonna go to tricky treat forest

making this a part of the story in october is hilarious to me idk, but also very parasocial bc why are we experiencing things at the same time 🧍🏾 i'm already delulu enough about these men and i'm a lesbian

:(((((( i hope they don't push like to the sidelines after giving him all of this growth bc i'd love to see more of his mature side. especially when it comes to caring for simeon the way simeon cared for him in the past. my heart

[zazazombie]

vampire cowboy

note: dawg idk where this one was going. extremely rusty wit writing. apologies if it's rushed. mb i am sick. was better when i was thinking about this at 00:50 🙏🙏 unedited.

hear me out:

deep set eyes that you swear are the color of vermilion stare forward at the townspeople.

a strange figure, clad in a stetson hat and a fringed suede uniform. the red handkerchief covers where the figure's face would be.

his belt buckle winks in the sunlight as he shifts to draw his hat further down.

his mount is no different, a roan horse of black.

she stares down at the townsfolk, an icy gaze. she stands tall and proud, tail swishing every now and then.

it's clear that she's as strong as her rider.

his mare is tied next to a trough in front of the town's designated saloon, guzzling water greedily. the other horses' eyes dart to her briefly, apprehension apparent. her ears flicker back, huffing in defiance. her owner cards his hand through her silky mane, before disappearing into the saloon.

distant jeers of hearty laughter and banter echo through the crisp air. in the midst of it, a red eyed stranger who discards his drapes when the sun shies away. the saloon's customers and maintainers are wary and curious of this new face, but nothing is said.

"ay, cole, d'y'know where morris's ass went?" a gruff voice speaks out. it belongs to a stout man who smells of alcohol and laughter. his face is tinted a light red, and a wide grin settles on his face.

"pro'bly barfin' his damn guts out." cole sighs out, guffawing almost immediately.

"y'know how he is wit' beer.. damn lightweight." he adds, shaking his head before another deep laugh rumbles from him.

the stout man and cole laugh it off, calling for another drink.

behind the town's designated bar, stands the ruby red eyed cowboy. an amused snicker escapes his red splattered lips. in the moonlight, a pair of canines hook out of his mouth. they plunge down, sinking into some poor, drunken man.

"ple-please.. i.." the drunken man's desperate cries for help die on the tip of his tongue when he feels, what he can only describe as teeth of rattlesnake, sinking into his neck.

"morris! where are ya boy? c'mon, yer missin' tha fun!" cole's voice calls out as he swaggers out of the saloon, drunk as ever.

before morris can attempt another plea, leather gloved hands wrap around his face. he can feel the cold grasp of darkness as blood oozes from his neck wound.

"morris?" cole rounds the corner, stopping in his drunken stupor to glance down. all morris can see is the faint horrified expression painted on cole's face.

morris is collapsed on the floor, blood soaking the left side of his body. a bite (perhaps one of snake or spider) is engraved on his neck. he's pale, shivering as glazed eyes glance up at cole.

he swore that there was someone else with him earlier. he can't tell if it's the alcohol in his system telling him whispers of a man with a sharp smile and vibrant eyes.

deft hands untie the black and white steed, mounting. the figure throws on his suede coat, urging the reins to a faster pace. the horse speeds off, kicking up dust as she gallops away from the small town. "well i'll be damned.." the stout man of earlier's night peeks through the saloon's double doors. the creature of the night is fast, and so is his horse. "it's that damn bloodsucker, tsk." another customer scoffs. "should've known 'e was a bad egg when 'e first walked up, wit' those bright reds."

the townsfolk can do nothing more than to watch in disgust and awe as the moonstrider ran from the sun's peak.

[ayyponine]

sometimes u just realise there are things you are getting too old for  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

went to a free lil festival the other day w a colleague, her bf, his lil brother and one of his friends and. can i just say. i was like ten years older than everyone else there and by god did i feel it

the boys were playing football in the streets then climbed some random scaffolding and i was the only one going oooooo be careful now oh god do not fall off

on our way to the park the bf offered me a cigarette (very kind) by going "rookt u?" aka addressing me w the formal you i mean thats very polite and well mannered of him but also i never felt more old lady chaperoning in my life it almost knocked me back

once there the two younger boys snapped a pic of a woman in a mobility scooter and were sending it back n forth over social media and i was sooo fucking. floored to even be a witness to this i didnt even know how to react aside frm looking at them like >:/???????????

we had planned on going to a concert but they were only interested in the DJ after party thing which only lasted like. an hour. nvm the lineup of the prev 3 hrs they just wanted to go fr that tail end

once there barely 15 mins in me and the colleague were sent out again to go get booze. we went to the store and she didnt have enough on her card. i offered to pay w cash but she refused and instead got on the phone w her bf until he transsferred enough to get it. then i almost smuggled in our bottles of 1. booze and 2. soda but backpedaled when she mentioned getting caught could mean getting fined and i, an entire 30 yr old, didnt much care abt getting on my record a mention of smuggling alcohol into a park to give to idek how old the lil brother and his friend were their behaviour sure suggested they were under 18. like im not doing that.

to smuggle shit in easier my colleague dumped out some of the coke and most of the vodka to mix em up and only carry in one bottle and all i could think was omg... you just paid like 20 euros fr that liquor and now youre pouring it out in this planter and leaving the bottle w it what a shame what a waste you couldve at least offered me some before dunking it straight out damn

once we were back in and ready to hear the final like. again mb 15 minutes of this DJ act all i could do was stand tall and shield their drinking frm a big ole conspicuous cola bottle they were passing oaround from the eyes of any police possibly lurking. did i mention they also had a set of vapes youre not allowed to have in this country. with like lil lights on em

also the lil brother got bumped into by a woman in her mb late fifties who was like omggg sorryyyyyy so obv i turned around and talked to her fr a sec like its ok. are you ok and when she was like im finnneee just had a lil too much to drink (do you have friends here to look after you and make sure you get home safe) yea and its alright im bikinggg (that can be dangerous too pls be careful) okk (ok enjoy yr night)

anyway the evening was over after that and they walked back home and all i could think was well i loved spending some time w my colleague either way but also. i came down an hour early. she and i walked the dog before we went to the thing. could any of those guys not have idk. gone to buy booze beforehand if thats what they wanted. or better yet pregamed before we went on the five min walk to the event from their house. did they really HAVE to have alcohol in their hands during the ONE SINGLE HOUR they spent there. and why the hell were we the ones to go and get it for them christ

me just standing there the entire time thinking wow this is so camille when she goes to the party w amma and her friends and is a witness to all their high school drama. this is so cross hands prefight bathroom core when gary knows his friends are tired of him and hes trying to invite himself into this group of youngsters who ARE having a good time

like god bless them fr inviting me along. next time let me meet up w another 30 yr old so we can actually attend the music and enjoy the vibes damn i truly am too old for this. why did i low key wish i instead was w the friend group of 50+ers havin a drink too many and dancing and singing along to the act hello

[suzuki-sibs-bar-and-grill]

Day 46!! (TW for smoking mention in this :3)

tumblr just kicked me out from my account anyways

im happy im not the only one with this problem- and theres no answer to it.

i can send audio, but when i upload something big like a 2 min audio which is LESS than 10 MB, then it crashes and i cant send any audio anymore anyways

i think im sick now it was really hard for me to wake up with a headache and my throat is in pain

Bonus:

(The concept of Basil smoking was when I first even made SOXIEDI. He was an alcoholic who sometimes smoked. Now he doesn't do that GLADLY- and if he even tries once then his organism won't take it due to how weak it is.)

(Fun useless fact: I drank beer when I was a child. Hot beer sucks. Also somewhere this month I drank a really small sip of cocktail. I liked it)

Tumblr is a broken website someone plz fix

Uhhh

Idk why you told me about your drinking experiences but ok

I mean this is technically a bar but

Whatever

Uh

Spider

I love this guy he's so me if I was him

Idk sometimes I imagine an au of sunny as peter

Where like

Mari is his gal in the chair

Ok thats enough if I talk more im gonna ramble on for too long

Bye :3

[new-squidbeak-gaytoon]

OC tastes if they were like food furries & drink furries & just general in order

i am going to draw all of these either as charmies or just hybrid fusions

mentions alcohol multiple times

tuyen: do you even have to ask. they're fucking mango!! mango fizzy pop... irl they would probably taste a whole lot like Dirt. please don't lick their scar (it tastes like battery acid spaghetti and actual battery acid)

Tyr: food.....drink would be lavender tea or cranberry juice!!! irl he tastes pretty neutral

Norma: CLAMMOCHI MOHICLAM!!!!!!! drink would be sodie pop. irl she tastes like roses :]

lyca: SALMON yummy salmo yujmmymyyymymyy... ! he tastes like vegetable broth or hot chocolate. irl he tastes like fur. warm

eights: monster energy. monster energy. grass.

aro: fancy chicken probably? "is that whiskey? ...it's perfume." they taste likeperfume irl too

Misha: bell pepper,,,,, sparkling water mb.. LIKE THE GOOD KIND...... irl she tastes neutral but maybe a bit spicy since she eats those foods a lot (ghost bepper

404: moss, sweet water that's the perfect mix of cold and refreshing. irl he tastes like plants

Danny: duck!! & milkshake! irl he tastes a bit like oiI....

squeak: sour candies.... and black coffee :] irl he also tastes like oil

Mike: lionfish/pufferfish recipe from nanny ogg's cookbook & cherry sodapop!! irl he tastes like Eeeel

pyom: chili chocolate, warm chicken broth. irl he tastes very mildly sweet...

straps: fisherman's friend mints, port maybe? irl tastes like wood...

other: blood. blood. blood /j in all seriousness uhhhhh

stapel: warm chicken soup, perfectly spiced! milk and brandy, maybe???? irl he tastes like Slime.

pentolo: MUSHROOM OLIVE PIZZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! red wine as well! irl he ALSO tastes like slime

princess: orange peel muffins,,, and warm milk! irl she tastes very vaguely like pineapple

zoa: sweet potato... hot souce.... she tastes mildly nice but idk like what

zoa's still unnamed little sister: BUTTERFLY SOUP AHAKDKSDJNSDSKD/J

THATS ALL OF MY GUYS (AT LEAST THE DEVELOPED ONES!!!)

[r0ttingsystem]

idk if this might yk go past your rules. but I believe in you, I'm sorry for what your going through. I don't have any experience but it's disgusting, what their doing- I don't know if this'll accidentally trigger you so mb. but I believe in you. your strong, and you'll get through this.

I hope it gets better for you, and your able to finally be yourself one day and living at least happily. Again- sorry if this goes against your rules. i hope your day gets better

-♡

This made us really emotional/pos

Idk if it's the alcohol speaking or the love starved-ness but

Thanks you for taking the time to type this genuinely

[imy2]

still just me negativity+alcoholism cw

i wanted to post one of the first 2 on my mb buuuut still too shy. also i mean if gonna post on mb could def look hotter than that^ i mean its d4 no shower. UGH but i dont wanna care if i look hot.

hvnt rly said much on here l8ly.. actually what only been a bit since fullbreakdown .. so maybe like what idk 12-14d of notmuch. well filled the space w selfies.

actually in fight w s rn. just same issues overnover til breaks. dk wtd. ofc hope we work it out. tired overall.

yeah i mean that sums it up- everything. don't know what to do; hope it works out; tired.

i want to drink. saturday night so less awk to get gs alcohol. wont. but wish.