#bar time

[azurethespinel]

Hhhhhhheyyy gsuys I jusfj go t ba. Ck fr om

B. Ar

C e l ebbra te

[moonbeamvibe]

[plantsrooms]

[mr-deep-downer]

starting the drinking a night early let’s fucking go

[useyourimagination2020]

それはハンターだけが持っている疾風のようなアタックの衝動なのよ、だからイタリア人やアイルランド人のバーテンダーは、計量グラスでジンやウォッカの量を計ったりしない、ドライマティニを作る時でもジンをドバッと、ベルモットをドバッと、それでいて一滴だって間違えたりしないものなのよ、ね、ノリコさん、おわかりになる？

「エクスタシー」 村上龍

[lady-lyrjok]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hey, remember that thing you wanted to do? The thing to help keep those pesky parents away? It's time my dudes. 

Sorry about the late update, I cannot stress enough how absolutely bat sh*t warehouse work is this time of year. The pandemic has only made the work load so much more. Help.

[grimsae]

2:18am/ not even buzzed

[demyrie]

Bandages and Bravado, Tracing Scars Chapter 6: Healthy Glow

Summary: Shouta is looking good and feeling good. His friends are suspicious.

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“I was surprised to see you training that General Studies kid,” Nemuri began, and Aizawa gave her a look that seemed to say ‘yeah, me too’. “But, you know, it looks like it's going well.”

“It's going,” he admitted hoarsely. His shoulder, as if on request, throbbed.

“Do you need any help?”

“Oh believe me he does,” Mic sighed as obnoxiously as he could, running a hand along the upwards sweep of his meticulously gelled hair. “But of course he asks me, the only one of his only two friends with a legitimate profession outside of UA!”

“If I thought Nemuri's particular skill set would help him out, I would have asked,” Aizawa said, so incredibly tired. “But he has a voice Quirk and the closest Shinsou comes to magically putting people to sleep is his incessant talking.”

“Oh no, is it another Kirishima?” Nemuri laughed. Beside her, Mic was clearly hectically flipping through his mental list of 1-A, trying to get the reference.

“No, he just talks. At me. All the time, about weird shit.”

“And you haven't punted him yet?” Mic demanded, aghast. Aizawa shot him a look. His friend knew intimately how much Aizawa detested endless chatter and, inconveniently, how he was the only one allowed to chatter like that and not get got.

“Hm. Well, when you think about it ...” Nemuri tilted her head, picturesque as always. She smoothed her dark hair over her shoulder, glossy red nails clicking softly. “If this is the kid from the tournament, considering his Quirk? Maybe this is the first time he's been given free reign to actually talk and express himself without worrying about people freaking out or suspecting him of using his Quirk for untoward things. You're probably doing something really good for his self-esteem by just listening, Shouta.”

“Oh shut up,” Aizawa grumbled, thoroughly sick of everyone having such a good idea of what was going on in his life.