#boozedexile

[retrofair]

1950 Burrough’s Dry Gin

via Retrofair Vintage Ads & Prints

[findmeoniironbled]

@boozedexile finally continued.

it was no secret that tony had had his fair share of flings, though there weren’t as many as people thought he knew what he liked. for some reason the thought of a woman being able to knock him out if she so desired was attractive to him, even more so when she knew what she wanted. tony watched valkyrie knocked her drink back while he was certain his smirk was giving him away. “oh you’re pretty sure of yourself, huh?” 

he couldn’t help himself, perhaps it was the playboy in him coming back for a visit or it was just the attraction he felt towards her but her words urged him on. “i think i can handle you, but i guess we’ll have to find out.” his hand found her hip and he tugged her into him. the alcohol fuelled his system and he kissed her, lips locked in a firm sure kiss. fingertips made their way to the back of valkyrie’s neck. 

[silvertonguedeity]

🐍 @boozedexile 🐍

                    ❛❛ I must ask you to please not judge me so harshly. ❜❜

[eyeopened]

‘it’s like you have superpowers or something.’

A RATHER WRY GRIN.       the magic runes around his wrist vanish,  as if they had never been there to begin with.  his powers recede back    INTO THE MULTI - VERSE,    &   stephen casts an faintly bemused look toward the asgardian warrior.         ❝      ————   or something,       ❞

INBOX MEME.    /   @boozedexile

[silvertongued-trickster-arch]

          This ship, this pod, was clearly not made for more than one being. It was an immensely TIGHT SQUEEZE to fit both of them into the small space. But, although it was uncomfortable, and although Loki could feel his joints seizing up from having his legs tucked up against his chest, that was not his main cause of concern. 

Loki was injured. There were a few cuts and bruises forming already, but now that they had escaped the heat of battle, now that the adrenaline was starting to wane, the trickster was certain that his injuries were more than just SKIN DEEP. He was in immense pain, each breath was agony and it felt as if there was a weight pressing on his chest that would not ease — the fact that his body was contorted to fit into the small space only WORSENED the feeling.

❝ Just... hurry up and land. I need to get OUT OF HERE. ❞ The trickster hissed through gritted teeth, clearly not in the mood for Valkyrie’s immature jibes. He needed space, he needed air. He needed to be able to assess the damage to his body and he couldn’t do that while squashed into such a tight space.

@boozedexile — ( cont. )

[valdreyri-moved]

    SARCASM   ROTS   GRINNING   TEETH.    the   serpent   awaits   a   moment   to   strike,   anticipation   grinds   their   bones.   teeth   bite   down   upon   pink   lips,   hesitation   almost   painful.   an   opportunity   to   jest   is   as   glorious   as   ever.         ‘   have   you   lost   your   touch ?   ’         shoulders   rise,   as   do   ebony   brows,         ‘   your   absence   must   have   COST   you.   ’      

   @boozedexile     .     starter call

[cardshcrp]

“ in the right kind of light , we look like sparrows. ”

- like a shadow.

           “That’s the beauty of perspective, darlin’,” he sighs, but tips his glass to her anyway in a lazy little half-toast, the faintest trace of a smile stealing over his lips. “If you tilt your head enough, if ya squint at the way the shadows fall, you can be anythin’ you want to be. Sparrows, well, that ain’t so bad. At least it means we can fly away - even if it’s only to the bottom of a glass.”