#whiskey asks

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

If you would like: comment on why you picked your choice.

[areallyyellowmango]

Younger Steven and Mclooy Rudboys lore because they're my faves and I love them dearly

[nothatsmi]

Good morning. Can I serve you anything? Coffee, tea, whiskey?

I'm posting that after Kevin's morning routine post cause it makes sense.

The sad thing is that I would have made Muse animatics on them if I didn't have that much work. I swear some of their song fit so well (especially Undisclosed Desires and Newborn, for those who know), I'm probably gonna have to something about it eventually.

I have to notice the domesticity they're soaked in once they move in together, it's just so easy to picture...

[melonteee]

pls tell me im not crazy and nami indeed had a horrible character assassination post-timeskip. the new chapter of her whining like a baby actually has me baffled. who is this???? this is not the nami i loved!! she was never the "sakura stereotype", give her back!

Ty for the spoilers anon idk how many times I have to say I only read the officials and you will know when I've read it because I stream the chapters.

And yes you are going crazy she has literally always run away, whined and cried at danger ever since she's been allowed to open up and stop having to pretend to be brave after Arlong Park. She's literally close with Usopp (and Chopper) for that very reason, she's complained and sobbed to Luffy multiple times due to Luffy pulling them into danger she wanted no part of. I strongly advise you to go back and re-read One Piece if you think Nami sobbing or whining at any sign of danger or peril is character assassination lmao

[captain-dville]

Jonny!! Brian is overworking herself when he's sick >:[

She's what? Stupid useless hunk of brass...

*He's complaining, but he does immediately stop fighting with anons so he can go find @drumbbot-brian to yell at him and bully her into bed. There will be blankets involved. And cuddling.*

[wo-verine]

Canadians are better then most people in general. Except for Wade. I do not consider Wade a Canadian, meaning he is a piece of shit. He is lying about being born in the great country of Canada and you can not change my mind.

I also need a cigar and some whiskey.

[4allthebears]

Idk how to explain but those two drinks reminds me to Stan and Kyle

[ohyoufool]

Come one, come all It's happening again The empathetic hunger descends We'll tell no one Except all of our friends But I still don't know How did it end?

How Did It End? - Taylor Swift x OMG Check Please

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

A flower must grow where it's planted.

*finally comes up for air* hello i opened my sketchbook three days ago intended on coloring pre-existing art and now i have an entirely new piece i didn't mean to make!! whoops

my beloved bee <3 y'all may get more context for this later ;)

item explanation and symbolism under the cut!!!

this piece is designed to look like a clock, with marigold's time slowly ticking down.

the 12, 3, 6, and 9 o clock positions are red honey spoons used by the princess and @thedeafprophet 's jamie! the things marigold was served up on, and the closest they get to people anymore

1 is a honey (or blood) stained glove. from the princess. the only item which breaks the inner ring

2 is an unfinished piece of lace. before marigold was the Love-Sick Captive, they were once the Encoded Lace-Maker

4 is the princess' old perfume bottle

5 is one of jamie's pens

7 is a flower locket, one of marigold's few things from their old life

8 is jamie's bowtie

10 is a raven feather. the one who sent them to the protest, who told marigold to allow themself to be captured

11 is torn out pages of jamie's journal scraps. marigold can't see the handwriting, let alone read it, but that doesn't matter. what matters is that they belong to jamie. they know the words by heart

and of course, the item in marigold's hand is some of jamie's own hair. the only item fully inside the inner ring

marigold's normally pristine bow is beginning to look ragged here

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

I’ve always thought it would be fun to be a seat-filler at award shows, and now I can’t stop thinking about sitting next to a flirty Pedro Pascal.. (especially since they say you aren’t supposed to talk to the actors!)

The idea of him introducing himself (as if he isn’t a famous actor), sharing candy he snuck in with you or trying to make you laugh while on air and having to shoo away the award show employees that try to intervene. Him just being smitten with reader the whole night.. okay, I’d *love* to hear your take if it interests you!

Hi Nonny dearest, sorry it took me so long to respond, I just had to get my thoughts together because I LOVED this idea so much!! So here we go, hope you like it.

The Seat Filler

Pedro Pascal x Reader

A/N: here's another one, hope you all like it. No hateful comments please. Again I gotta shout out @ziggyrocket for the support ❤️. It's 6:32 in the morning, apparently I don't sleep like a normal person, I'm on my second cup of coffee, so any typos or whatever are my bad... and Maxwell house coffee's.

Warnings: none (well, corny jokes I guess)

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You had signed up for this gig half on a dare and half out of curiosity. Being a new sign-up, you hadn’t expected to be called in right away, but yet, here you were, in a borrowed gown, in a theater mixed with some of the biggest stars and regular people just like you: seat fillers. 

You remembered the main rules the director told you: 1) look like you’re enjoying yourself, always smile and 2) most importantly DO NOT talk to the actors, meaning the actual celebrities. You nodded and murmured your understanding along with everyone else who was there to work as fillers, not really thinking anything of it. What celebrity would want to talk to me anyway? You mused as you took your seat.

You looked around the theater, excitement flooding through you at the idea of being in such a place surrounded by people you had admired from afar, in magazines, and online. You took a deep breath to steady yourself; you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. You glanced at the empty seat next to you on your left and wondered who’d be in it.  On your right was another filler and on their right was another empty seat.

The filler next to you leaned over slightly and whispered, “Who do you think they’re gonna put next to us?”

You shrugged. “No idea, hope it’s someone good.”

He nodded in agreement, then a look came over his face as he glanced over your shoulder.  You turned your head to look and you blinked hard as you recognized the man coming towards you, and taking the vacant seat next to you. While the man next to you was busy getting settled,  you glanced back over at your fellow seat filler, whose jaw had semi-dropped. You both exchanged excited looks, then you nudged him lightly with your elbow and he shook himself, cleared his throat lightly and sat up. You both faced forward, determined to be on your best behavior. 

Unfortunately for you, your newest seat mate had different ideas. Pedro knew the whole deal with seat fillers and how they were told not to speak to anyone. But he felt a mischievous streak go through him when he saw you glance at him briefly. 

“Hi,” he said, taking his seat. “I’m Pedro Pascal.”

“Hi,” you said back, nervously glancing around to make sure that no one saw you speaking to him. 

The two of you smiled at each other, before you turned back to face the front. He took a few seconds to study your profile as you sat there, determinedly facing the front, sitting as still as a statue. 

He glanced down and saw that your elbow was resting on the shared arm rest. With a small smirk, he placed his on the arm rest too, bumping yours. 

You looked over at him, smiled awkwardly and whispered a hurried, “Sorry,” before moving your arm and facing forward again.

After a few minutes, you placed your elbow back on the arm rest, and, noticing that, Pedro, bumped your elbow again with his. You moved your arm again. And then a few more minutes later, you placed it back again, only for him to bump you again. After the fourth time this happened, you looked over at him with a slightly raised eyebrow and he just smiled innocently at you.

A few minutes later you felt him shift next to you, you looked over and saw him pulling out a bag of Skittles. You tried to hide your smile, but he noticed and nudged you slightly and offered you some. You looked around, making sure that there was no one watching, and then you held open your palm and he shook some of the candies into it.

“Thanks,” you whispered and popped a few into your mouth. 

A little over an hour into the show, you could feel him getting restless next to you. You figured the sugar had gotten to him. After the Skittles, he had pulled out a candy bar, broke it in half and shared it with you. He fidgeted in his seat, tapping his fingers on his knee and the seat. You tried to ignore it, but you had to admit it was more than a little distracting.

“Are you okay?” you whispered hurriedly to him.

He turned to you and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Are you though?” you asked, gesturing to his jiggling knee.

He smiled. “Yeah.” But his knee kept jiggling, you had to suppress a laugh at that. 

He noticed you struggling to keep a straight face, and decided to aim the restless energy he had at you. He was going to make you laugh, really laugh, by the end of the show. His mind was made up.

He thought for a moment and then he leaned over to you, “Psst, hey.”

“Yeah?” you answered looking straight ahead.

“I have a question.”

“Mmhmm?”

“Why did the bicycle fall over?”

You were confused. “I’m sorry?”

“I said: why did the bicycle fall over?”

“Uhh, I don’t know. Why?”

“Because it was two tired.”

You turned to look at him after that, he laughed at the look on your face.

“That was corny,” you said, shaking your head, but pursing your lips to keep from laughing.

“Oh, that reminds me of another one,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye. He looked around,  cleared his throat, and then asked, “What does corn say when it gets a compliment?”

You shook your head and shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to say anything but wanting to hear the punchline, you turned to him.

Barely able to suppress his giggles, he answered,”Aw, shucks!”

You put your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the laugh you felt escaping your lips.

“Okay, one more,” he announced. 

“Oh, lord,” you groaned.

“It’s a good one, I promise.”

You waved your hand slightly for him to go ahead, knowing he would anyway.

“Okay, why are pirates called pirates?”

You bit your lip trying not to laugh. “I don’t know why?”

He leaned closer. “They just arrrr!” he whispered the last word in a bad pirate accent. 

You couldn’t help it, you snorted, then quickly covered your mouth to stifle your giggles, but he’d heard it, and he smiled at that.

“Good one right?” he asked.

You shook your head. “No, oh my god, that was bad, but…” you couldn’t finish as a fresh wave of giggles overtook you. Your shoulders shook with your suppressed laughter.

He smiled and laughed along with you. For the rest of the ceremony, he would lean over and whisper comments about one person’s speech, or another’s outfit, nothing malicious or mean, just something to make you smile. And he always had a bad joke or two to whisper to you. 

By the end of the program, your cheeks were hurting from all the smiling and your stomach was sore from the laughing. You couldn’t help it, a few had escaped, luckily it was during the jokes the emcee told, so it looked as if you were enjoying the show. Truth be told, you couldn’t remember what had happened during the show, or who had won which award. If someone had quizzed you on it after, you surely would have failed; but you felt it was worth it because being seated next to Pedro had made it the best night of your life. You hadn’t laughed that hard, or enjoyed yourself that much in a long time.

After the show was over, you headed out with your fellow seat filler.

“You seemed to really be enjoying yourself,” he said as you filed out into the lobby.

You nodded with a huge grin on your face. “Yeah, I did.”

“I could tell,” he said, nodding, “what was he saying to you to make you laugh so much?”

You shrugged. “Oh, just a few jokes, and comments that’s all,” you said lightly.

He looked at you curiously, but when he realized you weren’t going to elaborate he commented, “Lucky you. The one they put next to me was on her phone the entire time.” He shook his head. “At least you got some entertainment.”

You two chatted for a little more, making plans to grab a late dinner with him and some of the rest of the seat fillers. Before you could leave, however, you felt someone tap you on your shoulder.

“Okay, I have another one,” you heard Pedro’s voice in your ear before you could turn around. “Just thought of it.”

You looked at him. “All right, go on.”

“Which bear is the most condescending?”

You started laughing then answered, “what?”

“A pan-duh!”

You burst out laughing along with him. “Where on earth did you even hear these?”

He shrugged. “Internet.”

“They are so bad,” you said, still chuckling.

“And yet, you laughed. Therefore they did their job,” he pointed out.

“True enough,” you agreed, “thanks though.”

“For what?”

“Making this event… well, eventful. I was prepared to be bored out of my mind, sitting there like a statue, smiling a fake smile the entire night.”

He smiled at you. “Well, I’m glad I could help. So, what are you planning on doing after this?”

You shrugged. “I was gonna grab something to eat with some of the rest of the seat fillers…”

“Oh, okay, I'm doing the same.” He nodded and looked away. You noticed that for a second he looked slightly nervous, but before you could get a good look, his face cleared and he turned back to look at you.

“I guess I should let you go then…” you said, turning to catch up with your friends.

“Wait, one more question.”

You stopped and looked back at him. “What's up?”

“Well, you know, I have a lot more jokes…”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, and, well, all my friends and family have heard them. But you haven’t, at least I’m pretty sure you haven’t….”

You nodded. “I haven’t, I don’t think.”

“Good, well, I shall have to inflict them upon you, you know, if you don’t mind. Maybe over dinner tomorrow?”

You thought for a second. “I don’t mind at all,” you answered with a huge grin.

[trafalgar-law-ask]

Favourite drink? My treat~

Is this an invitation to have a drink together? Because if so, I accept…

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

For those that drink, what's your favorite alcoholic beverage?

"Rye."

"Bourbon. I'm especially partial to a good apple bourbon."

"I like an apple martini!"

"Probably a cosmo."

"Just cheap whiskey."

"I'm a sucka' for shots of cinnamon whiskey!"

"I liked that one too!"

"Well, I've mostly only had wine, and I never really paid attention to the brand because I never bought it for myself, but I knew I prefer a sweet wine, for sure!"

"That's a tough one, but I'll go with a daquiri."

"I enjoy anything with tequila."

[ask-adamsapple66]

Adam: Happy New Year's Eve peeps! Oh I can't wait to not party, not drink, and not have a fucking smoke....... Guess I'll stay in bed and watch the stupid countdown from bed with my pillow. *Sniff* I'm so lonely......

[lotusbxtch]

hello lovely! could I ask for 19, if no one else has asked it yet! 🩷🫂

hi Jo baby! @jolapeno thank you for stopping by!

19) any new fics to start next year - for new fics, I actually haven't figured out what i want to do next. (I am hyper concentrating on finishing up SCNC because it's a bit more complex with three main characters and three separate relationships to parse through)

so i could everyone's help!

NPT for poll opinions: @for-a-longlongtime @mountainsandmayhem @alltheirdamn @mermaidgirl30 @sin-djarin

@qveerthe0ry @joelmillerisapunk @arcanefox207 @almostfoxglove @almostempty

@nerdieforpedro @campingwiththecharmings @reallyrallyauthor @reggiesfilthylittlesecret @alltheglitterandtheroar

@jolapeno @guiltyasdave @pedropeach @pedrospatch @murder-wife

@whocaresstillthelouvre @luxurychristmaspudding @joelstummy

[ya-bug-boy]

guzma and reader getting caught by plumeria

Guzma x NB Reader: Caught by Plumeria FLUFF

Being Guzma's best friend and his ex girlfriend, Plumeria knows a lot about Guzma more than your average person. They used to be really close then fell apart and then rekindled their friendship after what happened in Alola.

They both came from a rough childhood, Guzma especially, so Plumeria has always been very protective of Guzma and was actually the voice of concern when he was getting involved with Lusamine. With this in mind, she's very picky on who Guzma's next partner should be but to be fair, he did get manipulated by an older rich and industry famous woman who gave him a false sense of mutual respect. She doesn't want him to get his heart broken again but he did the right thing and took a break from dating for a year or two.

But when Guzma fell for you, he fell HARD. Literally could NOT walk away without getting you to notice him. Boy's trying so hard to not fumble but it's fucking HARD. You literally make his jaw drop when you walk in the room and there's a good fucking reason why; because no one has seen your face in public before.

You got yourself a good voice. A sexy androgynous baritone that gives the taste of smoked whiskey a sound. You've been around for a couple of years now, having created all kinds of music and streams. But somehow throughout all these years, you've kept your anonymity until now.

Guzma recognized your voice from the moment he heard you speak and since then his world's been changed. How could he not?

When you two start dating, it's a secret. But Guzma's always been bad at keeping secrets from Plumeria. She's his confidant. That and he NEEDS to talk to someone about you that ISN'T Kukui. Because Kukui will come up with an even WORSE plan compared to whatever Plumeria can come up with.

Boy probably keeps his crush secret for a minute before Plumeria makes him spill the tea.

[wo-verine]

TRANS LOGAN? HELL YEAH!!!

- @persephone-x-97

That’s me.