Too Many Drinks - Part IToo Many Drinks - Part I11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A blurred and painful awakening disrupted Chuck’s dormancy as his eyes slowly focused on his digital alarm clock.
The blinking colon between the hour and the minute counters violently drummed the seconds of his alcohol induced torment. Chuck’s head bellowed upon waves of whiskey infused headache. How had he managed to drink so much?
More importantly, what happened last night? The evening was a muddled conjecture of missed connections and happy accidents. The late hours of a night’s outing at his local pub usually lead to a booze-infused discussion of politics, religion, and sex, soon obliterated by a cleansing alcohol-fueled memory wipe.
Something prolific, a profound moment, had managed to escape the mental gravity well of his binge. A monolith, no... a person had managed to survive in his memories until his awakening.
Suddenly, a tide of recollection swept over his mind.
Chuck cringed at the realiza
Too Many Drinks: PrologueToo Many Drinks: Prologue10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A cold red colon pulsed with each painful digital chirp of the alarm clock. Light began to infiltrate the slowly opening brown eyes of a young woman as she awoke from violent sleep. A petite and feminine hand emerged from underneath the comforter, falling abruptly on the snooze button of the clock radio as the alarm was quelled. Long white-tipped finger nails decorated the hand as it submerged below the bed sheets.
The alarm clock’s agonizing binary tone returned, pulsing in sync with the clock’s red colon heart.
“You’re late! Get up!” said the female voice from outside the room.
The young woman rolled onto her side and silenced the alarm. Sweeping the quilt and sheets away from her body, she twisted to sit upright on the edge of the bed, her feet hovering just above the floor. She stood up and stretched her arms above her head, her petite and perky bosom teasing the fabric of her baggy light blue
Too Many Drinks - Part IIIToo Many Drinks - Part III11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harmony clutched the white cotton panties Sandy had discarded before bathing and placed her free hand on the small of Sandy’s back, guiding her toward Chuck’s room. “Let’s see if we can throw an outfit together that doesn’t make you look like you’re wearing potato sacks,” she teased.
Sandy bit her lower lip as she tautly sauntered to the room she had known as a male, apprehensive towards being seen in public in her new anatomy.
“We’ll start with the panties. I realize they’re tight, but that’s all we have to work with right now, Sandy,” Harmony reminded Chuck of her newly chosen name.
Sandy slotted her petite feet through the apertures of the panties. As she slid them toward her waist, she noticed they slid with less friction, thanks to the smooth nature of her freshly trimmed lower body. The panties slotted tightly around her waist, aggressively wrapping her robust bottom. A
Too Many Drinks: EpilogueToo Many Drinks: Epilogue9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sandy sat cross-legged on the sofa, her bulging stomach straddled between her thighs. A laptop rested precariously on her calves as her large stomach prevented her from placing it closer. Cleavage bounded from her low-cut blue camisole that strained to encompass her pregnant proportions. Black yoga pants clung to her legs as they were the pants she felt most comfortable in these days. She strained to reach the keyboard while typing in a new search query, her arms contorting around her bulbous stomach and enlarged bosom. She was thoroughly annoyed with her huge chest and inflated abdomen, wishing they were less of a hindrance.
She pondered how long it had been since she was able to see her feet while standing upright. She recollected on memories of the sudden obstruction of her view that was her new, large bosom. Over the past eight months, her stomach had expanded, growing with and finally surpassing her ample breasts, now filling much
Scotland x Reader - After Hours DrinksYou, Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis stumbled down your street, singing loudly and ignoring the shouts to shut up. You three had just finished with work, then happy hour, and the Bad Touch Trio were kind enough to walk you home.Scotland x Reader - After Hours Drinks2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENDS AND WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TILL THE END!" You three sang or screamed. Then you turned and pointed at Gilbert and he air guitared the rest. Antonio and Francis suddenly got a devilish look when you reached your front yard. They stood on either side of you and kissed your cheek, dangerously close to your mouth. You were much to soused to notice, but some one did.
"YOU BE GETTIN OF ME LAWN AN ME GIRL!" came a loud Scottish shout. Allitster marched down the lawn and scooped you up, carrying you back to the house. The trio of course followed in the house, as Allister was to busy with you to stop them. He set you on the couch then turned to the grinning trio.
"You know, there are three of us, one of you and one of her," he s
Drinks for the FMA FanDrinks for the FMA Fan2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, are you a real Fullmetal Alchemist fan? Then you can't do without trying some of these! Please drink responsibly.
The Fullmetal: Pineapple (it can have additional fruit flavors, but as long as it's yellow) juice mixed with white rum and peach schnapps. All the better served in a red-tinted rocks glass; however, since these are heavy bits of metal you'll be dealing with, I would recommend acquiring a plastic rocks glass or a metal equivalent to avoid chipped glass. Stick a few chilled screws/bolts in the bottom instead of ice cubes--- LARGE ones, mind you. Mix the rum a little on the strong side. A tall drink in a short glass.
The Flame: Bacardi 151 mixed with cranberry juice. The smartass drink that sends fire through your veins. Serve in a blue Collins glass. I did think about a flaming shot kinda thing, but I don't wanna be held liable for the dumbasses who try to down one while it's still on fire.
The Strong Arm: Goldschlager, Jagermeis
I hate --I hate --2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate that I have nothing better to do than to make this list.
I hate how I'm going to make about 43578978 typos while writing this.
I hate how I'm too lazy to go back and fix said typos.
I hate that I don't have word office or whatever to correct my typos.
I hate that my computer crashes every other month.
I hate how I still don't use a flash drive to back my work up.
I hate that I had so many unfinished, near-completion pictures I lost because of said crash.
I hate how long it takes me to finish art trades.
I hate how people take shit so seriously.
I hate that I used to take shit so seriously.
I hate how people can take the -internet- so seriously.
I hate that there will be those few select people who take these lists seriously.
I hate how out of those people, a few of them will pretend to take it seriously, but they really don't, and are just arguing for the lulz.
I hate how much I love reading do it for the lulz's stuff.
I hate yaoi.
I hate yaoi's incredibly scary fan base.
The MLP Drinking GameTAKE A SHOT:The MLP Drinking Game3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Whenever anypony's hairdo is ruined.
Whenever anypony makes a pony-related pun (FILLY-delphia, NEIGH-sayers).
Whenever anypony refers to "friendship".
Additionally, you must say "Friendship is Magic!" or finish your drink.
Whenever anypony refers to PRINCESS CELESTIA, take a shot in her honor.
Additionally, you must say "Another thousand years!" or finish your drink.
Whenever anypony drinks something, you must also take a drink.
Additionally, you must say "Confound these ponies! They drive me to drink." or finish your drink.
Whenever a unicorn outside the named cast appears on screen.
Additionally, you must say "Unicorn Power!" or finish your drink.
Whenever DERPY appears on screen.
Whenever anypony claps (clops?) their hooves or brohoofs another pony
Whenever APPLEJACK or RAINBOW DASH are forced to wear girlie clothes.
Whenever anypony grabs another's tail.
Whenever FLUTTERSHY says UM.
Whenever FLUTTERSHY squeaks.
Whenever FLUTTERSHY is abused by Angel in some way.
Accepting a drinkDoes this cloud-maned beauty seeAccepting a drink6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how I ironed this shirt, pressing mercilessly
until the ionised water evaporated? Does he
understand how long it took to shape
my hair this way? To cover the gape
where my once-full coiff's now planning its escape?
Did he notice my choice of a twenty?
I had tens in my wallet. The drink cost two-fifty
but it looks like purples are all I carry
this way. Does this Pan, who probably fucks
his choice of uni intake bucks
see my killer-sweat? The flux
his lick of the lips casts? Of course
he does, but it works. No laws
against flirting, grandpa. Can't force
him to stop. He thanks me
for the double and coke, waits the customary
five minutes in my company,
then mumbles something about a song
he wants to dance to, and is gone,
having left me a number a digit too long.
Naruto Japanese DictionaryNaruto Japanese Dictionary8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
General Language Notes
1) Insults. Mostly, these come in the form of impolite pronouns. Words like kisama and yarou arent technically dirty names, theyre just very impolite. Occasionally, as is the case with school children, these can become as creative as most American insults, ranging from impugning a persons intelligence to impugning their direct genetic makeup.
2) Plurals. The only way of expressing plural (aside from using numbers) is with a special noun ending. The suffix -tachi is the polite way of doing this; it expresses a group of things. For instance, Bob-san-tachi means Bob and whoever happens to be associated with him by context this could mean all the people sitting at the same table with Bob, all of Bobs closest friends, Bobs closest coworkers, or whatever. The suffix -ra is the impolite/informal way o
The MLP:FiM Drinking Game ver. 2.0from the quill of Butterscotch SundaeThe MLP:FiM Drinking Game ver. 2.02 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Warning: Always drink in moderation, unless you too want to turn into a middle-aged writer of MLP fanfiction! I suggest medium strength beer for the rules as they stand, although hardcore drinkers may opt for shots.
Drink = a sip, while Finish your drink means what it says!
Take a drink whenever:
- the opening or closing sequence plays
If you choose to skip either, you must finish your drink. Shame on you!
- somepony refers to 'friendship'
Additionally, you must say "Friendship is Magic!" or finish your drink
- anypony drinks something, even if it's just hotsauce
Additionally, you must say "Confound these ponies! They drive me to drink" or finish your drink
- anypony refers to Princess Celestia
Additionally, you must say "Another thousand years!" or finish your drink
Supporters of the New Lunar Republic may choose to say "Down with the Tyrant!" instead
- Derpy Hooves appears on screen
I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.I Comfort Myself1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The struggles that plague me, though none may know,
Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles
Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine
I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.
Though the silence continues to press upon me,
Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.
Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,
If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012
Drink Till You're Dead, Little Girl...Drink till you’re dead, little girl,Drink Till You're Dead, Little Girl...4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slide blades across your flesh until the blood
Stops pouring out.
Swallow the pills that make you
Spit out the words that make them
Daddy said never play with fire,
But the burns on your skin…
Don’t they feel
Bathe in your blood,
And write with wounds along your
Carry a nightmare in your
Because, now, little girl
You aren't so little anymore.
Bury your butterfly wings
Create a grave for your
Swallow the pills that make you
Spit out the words that make them
And drink till you’re dead, little girl.
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 12Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At yesterday's meeting, Feliciano invited Matthew and Alfred to a sleepover. Gilbert overhead the idea, and decided to do the same, but, he would make it more awesome by inviting everybody. You had, of course accepted his invitation, seeing as it was his birthday.
He had told you to come to his (rather large and flash looking) house, and to bring your whole family. When you walked through the large front door, you found yourself almost crushed by the sheer amount of people crowded into the tiny place. Gilbert seemed to be blocking the door to the lounge, trying to teach Antonio a complex handshake.
Finally, Antonio got the right steps in the right order, and the doorway was cleared. You surged into the lounge, making sure no-one crushed Alfred and Matthew.
"Another pathetic idea of that loser..." You glanced up. You hadn't noticed another person on the couch next to you.
"Vash? What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? That bastard forced me to come here!"
"You should have just