#mentions of alcohol? kinda

[salamispots]

making a little comic with the little sea angel/sea butterfly friends 👀

+ some sketches when I went to the aquarium (again hhsh)

[statesys]

our christmas experience:

- woke up blurry and disorientated

- STOCKINGS CHOCOLATE RAHH

- arguments

- oh now we're talking politics okay adios

- oh hey new guy

- MORE CHOCOLATE

- oh I feel sick

- PRESENTSSSS /pos

- PRESENTSSSS /neg

- oh hey new guy

- ohmg this cow clock is adorable look at it's little nose

- WHY HASN'T FELIZ NAVIDAD PLAYED YET DAMMIT

- she likes the gift hrehehe ☺️

- MORE FOOD IM GONNA

- panic attack x2 combo move

- overstimulated combustion

- oh hey new guy

- oh hey new guy

- christmas dinner is gonna kill me

- oh hey new guy

- alcohol hrnrgh tastes FOUL

- FELIZ NAVIDAD PRÓSPERO AÑO Y FELICIDADDDDD

- willa please stop singing I can't take this

- oh hey new guy

- why're we ranking eating soap and licking windows

- more politics

- oh lord that's a lot of dishes

.

- oh hey new guy

- LACTOSE INTOLERANCE 😨

[infraredss]

im like "SLUT ERA‼️ I want to MAKE OUT with women!" and then experience debilitating levels of homosexuality if a woman leans in close to me for any reason

[rambler-in-limbo]

What’s 80 been up to?

Well she’s been living with Savio ( @b00nk’s Peppino, go check her out I love my wife).

[nebulacritter]

random headcanon: snake would drink jack daniel's

[dandyleyen]

my sillies and I were talking about the Homestuck characters we kin and why we relate, and then i got hit with THIS ?

Like,,, I was gagged. Like ????

AND THEN I got hit with THESE ???

I’m convinced they hate me .

I DON’T EVEN KIN ROXY ?

[octahedral-chaos]

I'm still cackling over today's incorrect worldless quote.

As such, my brain has supplied the lovely question of "what the heck kinda alcohol would even be *capaple* of giving a starfolk a hangover?"

(Also supplied as of typing this - "Lightfolk are *definitely* lightweights compared to Darkfolk. But occasionally there's exceptions to either-")

Hmmmm… I’m not too sure! But I do know that my starfolks can’t drink or eat… so it’s less alcohol and more potential smoking-

… Maybe there’s a special plant that is EXTREMELY potent when mixed with water? So yeah……

Also that last one is gold-

[hollowfaith]

「✧」 "Fancy meeting you here."

"I don't suppose you checked the dress code."

A wine festival at Star Trail had been cancelled today—on account of the strange grayscale plague suddenly settling over the city, which made not only the hosts too unmotivated to run any events, but also left all of the wines colorless and bland to the eye.

But a surprise revival happened that very afternoon, when a man tinged with light mauve suddenly threw a hefty donation of Dust at the organizers and opted to take over the event himself. Guests were rounded up, tickets paid, and a host of wine-tasters were soon mingling among themselves in shades of muted elegance on the street.

Until Aurelius spoke up.

The refined, muted palettes of the NPC guests naturally stopped what they were doing to see what was going on: their charming host had confronted another remarkably tall man among their midst, but one stained by the drabbest shade of brown in this party.

Their guest had a tall, lanky frame and dark, spiky hair. Perhaps he'd wandered here out of curiosity, attracted by the noise and colorful footprints on the ground. Perhaps he'd come on purpose for other reasons. In any case, Aurelius looked displeased to see him, so they echoed the view in kind, gazes filled with subtle mockery and laughter as they surrounded the duo in the center.

"At the very least..." the angel's eyes swept Vash from head to toe before he raised his glass of gray-hued wine. "You could do something about your hair."

And just like that, his hand tipped, pouring out the contents of an expensive 1982 Château Lafite all over the other's head.

@amoirsetpacis ໒꒱

[rengerines]

you guys know how japan has a really strong drinking culture? (if you didn’t know, you read more about it here if you’re interested)

it makes me wonder if dazai, who’s home (when we do get to see it) is littered with alcohol, has a alcoholism problem that is bad by western standards or bad by japanese standards. like japanese ppl aren’t too aware of alcoholism but i feel like there’s probably still a line somewhere that’s considered “too much.”

[whumpbug]

okay okay okay so I held back on this one because I asked alternate already BUT. can you put Gene and Cassidy in a sci-fi story. what would they wear what are their roles do you have scene snippets or dialog? sci-fi is my favorite thing ever and as always feel free to ignore if this isn't the vibe!!! i love you bug /p!!!!!

OHOHOHOHOHHOH SETH I LOVE U /P

i am all for a sci-fi vibe. even if star wars is TECHNICALLY a space opera, i love love love the space setting and i would be DELIGHTED to talk about it.

im gonna word vomit on the page first and them ill try my hand at a few drabbles in this au. strap in for ANOTHER very long post. THANK U AGAIN SETH I LOVE UR ASKS I TRULY CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM /GEN

okay so. since i'm only really well-versed in star wars sci-fi concepts, this is going to be a vaguely star wars inspired au but i'll try to phrase it in a way thats more applicable to sci-fi in General (its always so fun to translate their jobs and personalities into different settings)

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we'll start with gene. idk why but i'm getting very much a bounty hunter vibe from him. like someone who maybe works for a larger organization or guild hunting down notorious criminals (i mention that he works for an Entity bc i think its sort of important that he doesnt choose his bounties himself. he gets them assigned)

i think he would still do it out of a sense of responsibility because he doesn't think bad people should just be running around like that, but also because. a man's gotta make a living. he's gotta pay the bills.

i can see him having his own little ship that he practically lives out of considering how much he travels, and i feel like he'd get very attached to his ship (much like calliope. sorry calliope you've become a spaceship in this au)

OMG AND ALSO A THOUGHT IS BEING BEAMED INTO MY HEAD.

he wears a mask. you can't see his face when he's out doing jobs. he conceals his face, partially because he doesn't want people to see when hes scared or smug or anything like that and partially for the Swag.

that brings me to his overall outfit. i believe in my heart of hearts that gene would wear something like this (i wish i could credit the artist but i couldnt find it)

except instead of an entire helmet, it would be more of just a black piece of cloth pulled loosely over his mouth and nose. and im also seeing him in a very wide brimmed hat that he can tilt down to Brood pls tell me you guys see the vision.

he'd have a little revolver-looking blaster and knowing him, it'd be set to stun. i don't think he really enjoys bringing people in cold, and does his best to avoid it when he can

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OK now onto cassidy. my beautiful darling boy silver. my sweetiepie.

it was kind of difficult to translate his profession into this setting because. it involves more people other than him.

ultimately i decided that, similar to the modern au, he is a part of an underground business, kind of like a rebellion of sorts, that fight against the injustices of the galaxy robin-hood style. of course, montana is the leader (unfortunately) and cassidy is essentially his right hand man

i can see cassidy traveling planet to planet, dismantling corrupt governments, providing for the needy, and having an absolute blast doing it, but his methods are. very illegal. and there is a growing bounty on his head.

nearly every major government wants specifically him locked away for life because of the destruction he's caused, and of course they hire the very best bounty hunter around to track him down.

and of course cassidy is a slippery fellow

cue their little cat and mouse thing they've got going on. gene wants to catch him because if he does, he'd practically be set for life. cassidy runs away because, well. he has a job to do. he can't get caught, especially by the weirdly attractive masked dude that talks to his spaceship.

and lastly, here is what i think cassidy's fit would vaguely look like:

he loves ponchos he can't help it. they're too comfy.

he too would have a little revolver-blaster thing and of course, his knife and hat. one thing that it different is the stolen jewelry. i decided that instead of stealing jewelry from the awful people, he takes mechanical/droid parts for his little buddy that he keeps around named SC-071-1 (haha. ahaha get it. please tell me someone gets it.)

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OK ONTO THE DRABBLES AND SNIPPETS! you get 3 because im feeling Generous /pos. here in the first little snippet for you. this is the two meeting in a bar and not wanting to make a scene (gene tracked him there) (i just wanted to write a silly tense scene)

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Cassidy heard Gene before he saw him.

The man was always stomping around in a way no one could quite replicate. His footsteps were deliberate, cold, and unmistakable.

And they were right behind him.

The business end of a blaster was suddenly pressed into Cassidy's ribs and his mouth went dry.

"I'll have a Jet Juice. On the rocks."

Gene tossed the bartender a coin, to which he grumbled indignantly and began on the drink.

Cassidy risked a sideways glance at the bounty hunter. His expression was unreadable and hidden as always, and he didn't even turn to look at Cassidy. Instead, Gene leaned close and spoke lowly into his ear.

"Make a scene and you're dead. Try to run and you're dead. Turn on your comm and you're dead. Am I clear?"

Cassidy smirked, and mocked a salute. "Loud 'n clear, sir."

Gene gave a curt nod and turned to the bar. The bartender slid him his drink, which he downed in one go, and he was just about to order another when--

He sputtered when he felt something pressed into a certain.. important area. He blanched.

"Didn't say anything about fightin' fire with fire, did you, cowboy?" Cassidy grinned. The sight of the big bad bounty hunter squirming because his family jewels were threatened never got old.

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DRABBLE 2 HERE WE GO. this one is gene finding cassidy after a mission gone sour. cassidy was effectively abandoned by montana with the promise that he would come back for him.

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The whole mission was a bust from the beginning.

Cassidy should have known. He had a gut feeling-- that it was some sort of trap specifically designed for the organization. When he brought it up to Montana, he said that it was just Cassidy being paranoid. And, of course, he believed him. He always did

And now, there he was, beaten within an inch of his life and left to the elements by the government higher-ups.

They really didn't like people messing with their system.

Cassidy took a labored breath for what felt like the millionth time. Each time it was getting harder. His arms were pinned awkwardly above his head and to fill his lungs, he had to pull himself up. It quickly became exhausting.

The worst part was the cold. Montana had mentioned that this planet's average temperature was a little below what Cassidy was used to, but he didn't mention that the city they were infiltrating was located near the northern pole of the planet.

It was freezing.

Cassidy had long since stopped shivering.

He let his head loll forward. He wasn't sure he had the strength to wait for Montana anymore. He wasn't sure he had the strength for anything anymore. Even keeping his eyes open seemed a monumental task.

So, he let them fall shut.

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When he woke up, it was because he registered his center of gravity tilting on it's axis.

There was a body pressed against his. And it was warm.

If he had any remaining strength, he would have clung to his rescuer like there was no tomorrow. Instead, he settled for letting his head fall against the person's chest as he let out a pitiful whine.

A hand chafed up and down his shoulder. "Just relax. We'll get you warm. Don't you dare try to run off, Silver."

He wouldn't dream of it. Not when he could feel himself melting to putty in the arms of this stranger.

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LAST DRABBLE it's gene's turn. in this au he has spasthma (space asthma) and sometimes it hinders his job in Not good ways. and cassidy isn't heartless.

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Cassidy really wasn't thinking when he threw the smoke bomb. All he knew was that the damned bounty hunter was catching up and he needed to throw him off.

He did not expect him to fall to his knees with a guttural coughing fit.

It would have been so easy to leave him there to rot, to hop in his ship and escape without looking back.

But when did Cassidy ever take the easy way out?

"Shit," He hissed, darting back to where Gene was kneeled with a palm supporting him on the ground.

He was clutching at his chest, choked gasps leaving him intermittently. His eyes looked vaguely panicked.

"C-Can't--" He wheezed, getting cut off by another coughing fit. He looked as if he was about to topple over.

Cassidy caught him by the arm and dragged him away from the busy street. He propped him up against an wall tucked into an alleyway and began rummaging around in his bag.

One of the younger kids with the Montana's crew had the same condition with all the same symptoms Gene was having right now. The kid was pretty forgetful, and Cassidy always made sure he had an extra rebreather on him. Just in case.

Gene was going to owe him big time.

His fingers finally grazed what he was looking for and he yanked it out, fumbling to get it open. He shook the small canister and pressed it to Gene's lips.

"You have to puff. Just try, okay? Just a little." Cassidy grabbed Gene's hand and placed it on his chest, exaggerating his own breathing to show him what to strive for.

Gene hiccuped slightly before taking a flimsy inhale. He breathed out and tried at it again, and found it gradually got easier.

When he could finally take a deep breath, he collapsed against the wall, panting. His hand didn't leave Cassidy's chest.

"Thank-- thank you," He whispered.

Cassidy smiled.

"Does this mean I get a headstart now?"

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SETH thank you SO VERY MUCH for this ask and this au. i think i may like it more than their original au GOD i love them so so so much FHDJKFH. thank u for the requests and as always PLS dont be afraif to send more if the mood striked you but no pressure ofc! /gen

hope you enjoy my rambling bc this post was LONGGGGG

[wa1tngtill1d13]

⭐️Let’s fuckin ruin my life⭐️

Does anyone else just want to do all the drugs in the world? And absolutely ruin your life because what’s the point anymore?

[delopsia]

Okay but why don’t any of Rhett’s hookups stay? Do you think it’s his reputation? His family’s reputation?

Cause I know I wouldn’t kick him outta my bed for eating crackers 👀

With nothing else to go off of, I'm taking the gamble and saying that Rhett is looking for love while his hookups are just looking for a one-night stand.

Rhett will jump at anyone who flirts with him, making him a hell of a target for buckle bunnies and ladies who want to say they slept with a real cowboy, and most of the time, both parties are shitface drunk. They're both lucky if they remember anything they did when they wake up.

In the back of his mind, he knows it will never last. But his hopeless heart feels a little warmer when he falls into a cheap motel bed with another person, and he keeps doing it over and over and over because something is better than nothing.

[autumn-applepie]

University ever pushes you so low you have to go buy a couple of beers? /srs/neg

I'm gonna vent in the tags for a moment humor me for once /gen

[badatsleepbadatawake]

stupid crack theory alert

one crack ''theory'' I have is that the punch nutty made in party animal is actually just some kind of alcohol because nutty doesn't know how to make punch (he's a little dumb) and he's just overall a party animal (pun intended); the reason he starts spinning out and stuff over like 1 molecule of sugar (which is more intense than usual) is because he's a little drunk, that's also why it tasted so bad so he put in sugar (but also he needs like at least 75% of any food ever to be sugar, or else its gross to him) This is by no means a serious theory lmao I just thought it was a funny thing

[down-with-the-mafia]

little discotrain doodle

[thr4shit]

Sighhhhhhh singleness.... sadly...

No bwatiful woman. :(

I love her so muchhbhbb. If that's what she looks like in real hell or soemtbing, oh, sign me UP BITCH.