as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)
CONCERN.
- ❝How much have you had to drink?❞
❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞
❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞
❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞
❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞
❝I thought you said you were clean!❞
❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞
❝Let me drive you home.❞
❝You are NOT driving like this!❞
- ❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞
❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞
DRUNK.
- ❝Is this real life?❞
❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞
❝How do you show fish affection?❞
❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞
❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞
❝Drunk I am not.❞
- -glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞
❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞
❝I’m not even tired.❞
❝I should call my ex.❞
❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞
❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞
- -hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞
❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞
ANGST.
- ❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞
❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞
❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞
❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞
❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞
❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞
❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞
❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞
❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞
❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞
❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞
FLUFF/FUN.
- ❝You’re cute, you know that?❞
❝You wanna get wasted?❞
❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞
❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞
❝I’m having a party for two.❞
❝You’re so hot.❞
❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞
❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞
- *kisses on forehead*
- *kisses on cheek*
- *kisses on lips*
Tag: syndicated musings;; queued
Dangerous Love | theempathywithin
Juniper leans into his touch as his hand threads itself through her icy blonde hair. “It’s much more enticing to be at the will of another as powerful as yourself.” Loki sure did have a way with words. His silver tongue has a tendency to entice others, wrapping them right around his finger, but she didn’t mind.
“You give me too much credit.” She hums, then feeling her head draw back from him tugging her hair slightly. Her gaze forced to meet his. She admires the glint in his eyes, feeling completely possessed, and loving every minute of it.
Loki hummed when she moved as he urged, knowing she was powerful enough to feel as he felt. “Oh, my little magician.” he purred, leaning to tug at her shirt slowly. “You have a great deal of power you don’t know about. Empathy can grow and be taught to do many things. But perhaps a lesson on magic later.” he mused, taking a step back to guide her closer to the bed. “But I will not take anything without your permission, my dearest.”
Inked was amazing. I have 4 tattoos and I really want more. They’re some of the first things in my life that I have that are JUST for ME. They’re mine and I can always look down at them & know I have something I can control. Something I can look down at & feel good about, something I can feel is beautiful, even when I’m feeling like garbage. I love Peter’s journey from getting his tattoos to hurt himself to getting them to remind him that he’s doing a good job. I love Wade for showing him that.
This ^^ is exactly right. Peters tattoos are about control,’something that is his to see however he wants to. So yes, it starts out as sort of a harmful coping mechanism but turns into something beautiful BUT it didn’t require him changing his way of coping it just required him changing his perception of how he was coping.
Like Wade wasn’t going to tell him to stop getting inked, but he was going to tell him to stop seeing it as punishment and see it as more of a reward
Healing from (insert literally anything here) starts with a shift in perception of ourselves and grows from there and that’s the point I was trying to make when it came to Peter healing. It wasn’t fast and it wasn’t easy but it started with switching from “I’m bad for this reason” to “I’m good for this reason”
The One With Only One Bed (Spideypool)
Okay first of all, this got like ridiculously long, I don’t know what happened to my short story. Second, the plot got away from me and it ended up quite a bit more feelsy than I had intended.
Anyway, Enjoy!
There’s more Spideypool on my MASTERLIST!
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Tony told Peter several different times that they could use the helicopter to get up to the Avengers Compound for the party that weekend. It was close to a three hour drive after all, four if they hit traffic leaving the city and probably five if it snowed and the roads were bad, which was almost guaranteed to happen since it was November and winter.
Peter had politely declined for both he and Wade, appreciating the offer but knowing that Wade hated to fly— something about wind advisories and a mission that had gone bad when he was on X force?— and realizing that the helicopter ride would mean sharing space with most of the rest of the team, a car ride just sounded like more fun.
Besides, he and Wade had things to talk about, things that needed to be said before they spent a night upstate together, and those things didn’t really need to be said at the Official Grand Re-Opening Party for the new Avengers place.
Not that they were spending the night together, per se. Tony had apparently designated rooms for all the Avengers and that included part time Avengers like he and Wade, probably DareDevil and the always frightening Ms Jessica Jones, and Peter was pretty sure he had seen Charles Xavier and someone named Logan on the list too.
So no, he and Wade weren’t technically spending the night together, and it wasn’t like they didn’t hang out all the time minus masks and suits anyway? But it would be the first time they’d seen each other since The Incident and Peter really didn’t want their first conversation since The Incident to be in a helicopter full of Avengers.
And road trips were good for long talks right? They could stare at the scenery while talking about important things? Even if the weather was bad and it started snowing– which it definitely would because the sky was already cloudy and gloomy and it was fucking freezing outside– it would be fine. Long talks were infinitely easier when there didn’t have to be extended eye contact, right?
Right.
So. They could talk about The Incident and move past the awkward moment and get right back to just hanging out and sassing each other and making fun of the Avengers.
First a drive, then a talk, then some sass.
What could go wrong?
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This has happened to me before when I was in college at a frat party. This girl comes squeezing herself in between me and my friend and throws her arms around me. “Amanda, I am so glad you decided to come!” I was so confused and just figured she was drunk and mistaked me for someone else, until I saw the panic on her face. She leaned close and whispered that a guy was following her, was certain that he had put something in her drink and if I would please play along. I looked behind her and sure enough, some creep was watching her like a hawk. We invited her to hang out with us the rest of the night and even waited until her ride showed up just to make sure she was safe. Always look out for each other!
If you ever feel scared like this just come up to me like we have been friends since kindergarten, call me any name u can come up with ill play along.
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Stay together, stay safe
Perfect advice.
I’m reblogging this as a guy, because first of all, if you”re a guy : DON’T DO THAT. Don’t be that creep.And if you’re a guy and you notice some creep is following or stalking a girl, and that she’s obviously uncomfortable or panicked, go ahead and say hi, long time no see, pretend to be her cousin, and tell her discretly you noticed there was a shady guy. Ask her if something’s wrong, if she feels unsafe, if she wants your help (very important – she may not trust you enough, no one could blame her, don’t take it personally). (and don’t you dare take advantage of the help you offered for a flirt opportunity, that would make you no better than the creep)
We can all stop “witnessing and do nothing”, and set an example.
Alternative option for a guy: if you feel safe doing so, go up to the creeper who’s following her and be like “hey WHAT’S UP bud do you like SPORTS? My favourite team is the redsox what’s YOURS my man? What you DRINKING dude that looks GOOD.” and be friendly and just loud enough to blow his cover. Draw attention to him and see what he does. He won’t feel as safe creeping if he knows people are looking at him, and maybe he’ll leave. It also means the woman won’t have to worry that you are *another* creeper she has to be wary of, and you may distract the bad dude enough to give her a chance to lose him.
Reblogging for that last comment.
I have utilized this in clubs so much. Esp gay clubs because the one straight guy there ALWAYS manages to find me. I go up to the butchest lesbians there and ask them for help and also plus side: now I’m guaranteed a crowd of super protective butch lesbians the whole night. I love my fellow queer girls ❤️
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