America x Reader - Drinks, Kisses, and MustachesArthur looked back at you, "I still don't see how your water heater could of exploded. Isn't that impossible?"America x Reader - Drinks, Kisses, and Mustaches2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Dude! I don't understand how you don't understand! Haven't you ever seen Myth Busters?!" Alfred exclaimed next to you, "It's not impossible-"
"Just not likely," you finished him.
Well surprise, surprise, can't you have a normal day? You know what, I'll go ahead and answer that for you; no you can't. The water heater in your house exploded, leaving a gaping hole in your floor and ceiling. Luckily, though, Alfred and Arthur were letting you stay with them, and were driving you to their house now.
"We're here!" yelled Alfred and jumped out of the car.
"Sorry that it's not much, but it's home," Arthur said.
"No seriously, it's fine. It's really nice of you guys to let me stay with you though."
" Oh _______ just wait until you see the huge TV in the living room! And there's a pool! We can go swimming in it sometime if you want," Alfred said trying to hold in his excitement that yo
Energy Drinks (QuicksilverxReader) One-ShotEnergy Drinks (QuicksilverxReader) One-Shot 3 months ago in Humor More Like This
“Pietro!” his mother called from upstairs. “(Name) is here!”
Pietro, who had been downstairs in the basement playing his arcade game, glanced up and then within a blink of an eye, he was at the front door of the house.
“Jesus…” his mother muttered, blinking rapidly so that her vision could readjust.
She was sometimes left dazed whenever Pietro zoomed past her at supersonic speed. She left him to open the door, his little sister watching TV and eating a sandwich he had made for her about fifteen seconds ago. He opened the door and there you were standing, casual smile on your lips. He leaned against the door, stopping you from entering, when he saw that you had a black plastic bag in your hands.
“What’s in the bag?” he asked curiously.
“Oh nothing~” you smiled sweetly.
“I don’t think it’s nothing.” He leaned forward to try and peer into the bag but you wouldn’t allow him. “It
Too Many Drinks - Part IToo Many Drinks - Part I2 years 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: Prologue2 years 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: EpilogueToo Many Drinks: Epilogue2 years 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
Too Many Drinks - Part IIIToo Many Drinks - Part III2 years 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
DrinksDRINKSDrinks8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A "Kim Possible/Venture Bros." Quickfic
By Erin Mills
Dr. Drakken sighed and sipped his third Fuzzy Navel of the night. He had come to the Bermuda Triangle Club to be alone after that little snot Kim Possible had ruined his latest world domination scheme.
The plan had been so perfect. Flawless. Everything had been taken into account. And that…cheerleader had ruined it all with a tube full of guinea pigs. GUINEA PIGS, for God's sake.
So, he left Shego to her own devices and went out for a drink…or six.
Drakken grunted and adjusted the pink bow tie the bouncer had once again forced onto him. Stupid dress code.
"Barkeep! Give me a Harvey Wallbanger and make it snappy!" came a shrill, nasal voice. Drakken looked to his left and saw a ridiculously thin man in a gold and black butterfly costume on the stool next to him. A golden crown was pinned to the black cowl the other man wore. He had a narrow reddish goatee and ludicrously long eyebrows. The newcomer also wore one of the stupid
Drinks (Jack Harkness X Reader)Drinks (Jack Harkness X Reader)8 months ago in Romance More Like This
WARNING: Slight sexual themes
You sighed, twirling a lock of hair around your finger. You were bored. Ridiculously bored.
You had come to a party with your friend, who had left long ago with some man she had just met. You had only stayed because you realized, half a second too late, that she carried the credits for both of you.
You hadn’t wanted to come, but after your friend insisted she’d pay for everything, you relented. And now here you were, stuck out in the middle of space on a ship, with no money to pay for a ride home.
That was the real problem, ever since the human race moved to space, you couldn’t just walk places anymore. Well, there were a few places where you could, if they had large enough domes protecting them from the atmosphere. But unluckily for you, this party was on a “fancy” ship, meaning it was separated from the other planets.
It was just, floating, in space, so you had absolutely no way to get home.
You groaned, resting your forehea
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 Fan3 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
(Japan x reader) When he drinks-----(Japan x reader) When he drinks1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“TEN MILLION BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL. TEN MILLION BOTTLES OF BEER. TAKE ONE DOWN PASS IT AROUND NINE MILLION NINETY NINE THOUSAND AND NINETY NINE BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL!”
The drinking song rang through the bar echoing in grate on your nerves. Sung by ten roaring drunk men, the allies, and the axis powers.
You finished the shot you so desperately needed right now, normally you would never drink because you had loathed the smell of beer. When you were twelve collecting cans for extra money the smell of old beer and gunk that covered your hands was never pleasing to you.
The bartender signaled you “I think it’s time for them to go” he mouthed over the song “need help?” He asked with a look of pity.
You shook your head “I got this” you mouthed. You wearily stood they had dissolved into laughter for they were all so drunk they couldn’t remember how to count backwards.
You inhaled deeply “ATTENTION!
Hoodies, Soft Drinks, and Movies ~ Tavros x ReaderHoodies, Soft Drinks, and Movies ~ Tavros x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You grinned. In fact, your face was beginning to hurt from smiling so much.
You, (First Name) (Last Name), were going to the movies!
Normally, this wouldn't have been a big deal, but you'd just been ungrounded, and your best friend was going with you. (Guardian) had even driven you to the next city over, a bigger one, so you could go to dinner first. A celebratory sleepover would follow.
Your (Guardian) drove for what seemed like forever, but in reality, was probably only fifteen minutes. After parking, the three of you went into (Favorite Restaurant).
"Table for three." (Guardian) said. The hostess nodded, fetched three menus, and led the way to your table.
After ordering your drinks, and your food, you chatted amiably about school, life, and any other thing that struck your fancy.
Your meal was soon over, but you got even more excited, if that were possible, because it was finally time for the movie!
You and (Best Friend's Name) climbed out of the car.
"Bye! See you when the movie g
Hetalia Drinking Game: AlliesAmerica Drinking GameHetalia Drinking Game: Allies2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Take a drink every time:
1. Use of "I'M THE HERO!"
2. A hamburger is mentioned/he is eating one
3. Florida is mentioned
4. He is paired with England (bonus if there's FrUk fans bitching in the comments)
5. He is paired with Japan
6. He is paired with Belarus
7. He is paired with Russia
8. Texas/Nantucket are mentioned
9. Someone gives him hell about the Revolutionary War
10. McDonald's is mentioned (Bonus points if it's fanart including Ronald McDonald)
11. Wild West America is depicted as younger than Revolutionary War America
12. Any of his character songs are mentioned
13. Someone calls him fat
14. Someone calls him stupid (Bonus points if it's England screaming "BAKA!")
15. He forgets Canada (wait, who?)
16. Fanart shows him with an eagle
17. His famous laugh is mentioned
18. An America AMV has a country song (bonus points if it's by Carrie Underwood)
19. An America AMV uses American Idiot (Green Day)
20. An America AMV uses Hero (Skillet)
21. An Americ
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.
I hate --I hate --3 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.
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.
100 AkuRoku Drabble ::Drink::100 AkuRoku Drabble ::Drink::8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Roxas coughed, his eyes watering as his chest heaved in and out with the force. He was forced to sit up in the bed to get air into his lungs. Axel suddenly appeared in the room, his face a study in concern as he crossed to where Roxas was hacking, bending down to look at him carefully. "Hey, now, you okay?"
Roxas glared up at him, his coughing fit subsided. "I blame you."
Axel gave him a sheepish grin, rubbing at the back of his head awkwardly. "I don't know that I'd say that..."
The glare intensified. "You locked me out of the castle. In the rain. For three hours." He held the gaze for a couple moments, then fell back onto the pillows with a heavy sigh. His hands wrapped around the blankets, pulling them up to his chin, his lower lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout. "I hate being sick."
His eyes slid closed and he began to fall asleep. Axel smiled down on him, the expression on his face oddly tender. His fingers curled and uncurled tentatively, then gently reached out and brushed
the shit i learned in high school1. help clean up the morning after the party.the shit i learned in high school8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
(even if it wasn't you
who smashed tater tots into the carpet
or left crushed beer cans in the flowerbox.
it might as well have been, and
if you're lucky
next time, it will be.)
2. when your phone rings after midnight,
it's never the person you want it to be.
answer it anyway.
and when it's a boy who wants to read poetry and watch meteor showers,
understand that that's probably not all he wants,
and then hang up.
or don't hang up.
trade poems and stars and kisses,
and let it mean nothing or everything.
3. skipping class is never a good idea
unless you're with a friend you love
and you sneak along the railroad tracks to sit and smoke and watch trains pass
or unless you're alone,
and you need to walk and think and drink steaming coffee in the rain
okay, fuck it, skipping class at least once is probably a good idea.
4. don't apologize for asking questions.
5. don't be afraid to disagree.
6. don't get caught.
7. everyone is lonely
Reader x supernatural Chapter 4- Drinks on Me“Alright,” you huffed, smiling as you moved to rinse your hands at the sink, “Lets get better acquainted. Shirt off, please.”Reader x supernatural Chapter 4- Drinks on Me1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“You could at least buy me a drink first,” Dean retorted sarcastically. Your back was to him so he couldn’t see your smile widen. You were beginning to like these two brothers- Dean was gruff and flirtatious but also comical and Sam was pensive and intelligent- an observer much like yourself. You opened a cabinet to grab something and Dean took the moment to look you over properly.
Your hair was the same color as Bobby’s except curly and its length was not easy to discern since it was bunched up on the back of your head save for a few short locks escaping around your face. Your clothes were loose around your slender form, as you liked them, but he could still tell you had curves under there somewhere. 'Nice ass,' he noted to himself for a third time. All in all, he concluded that you must look like your mom since y
Drinking Game"Peter Piper pp p p…ah frag it!"Drinking Game9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prowl entered the common room just in time to see Ratchet knock back a shot of energon and gesture to Wheeljack with a gruff "Your turn."
Curious, the tactician walked over to where the two were sitting in a small circle that included Jazz, Bluestreak and the twins. "Excuse me, but what is going on here?" The black and white asked curiously.
"Drinkin' game." Sideswipe answered brightly.
"It's a good 'un too." Jazz added. "Gotta say a tongue twister. Y' mess it up and y' gotta take a drink. Last mech standin' wins, literally."
"Why?" Prowl queried, head tilted slightly to one side.
"We fragged the 'cons this afternoon, we're all off duty and nobody's in Repair." Ratchet said. "Now, you gonna join in or let us get back to our game?" When Prowl moved to turn away, the medic added a sly "Or are you worried we'll beat you?"
If there was one thing that Prowl could not resist, it was a challenge. He nodded and took a chair from one of the other tables and join
To See You AgainI’d swallow bleach just to see you again.To See You Again6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’d drown in blood and choke on death,
I’d release my dying breath
All to see you again.
I’d swing from a rope to see you again.
I’d let go and join the black sky,
I’d scream, scream until I die
All to see you again.
I’d down a storm of pills to see you again.
I’d rewire my veins and run lights,
I’d pick unwinnable fights
All to see you again.
I’d embrace red flames to see you again.
I’d play in roads and with knives too,
I’d kiss guns like I kissed you;
I’d have to,
To see you again.
Naruto Japanese DictionaryNaruto Japanese Dictionary9 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