#cheers meme

[owarinaki]

BEEF [2023]

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[warriorstale001]

When a meme becomes your most liked and shared post:

Wouldn't have it any other way :).

[cheersnbc]

[kasiawo]

have some dionysus in this trying time 

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Dionysus from Hades posing holding his overflowing chalice giving cheers in the first image, and giving a more memey pose in the second.

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[what-marsha-eats]

[thatslayer]

Place “Cheers!” in my inbox for my drunk muse to kiss your muse on the mouth at NYE midnight | Accepting + Answering as Starters | @allroundlostcause

                       College parties are duller than dirt, especially Stanford's personal brand of lame hijinks. Faith's got boobs, that's her invitation to whatever the hell is going on in this frat. It's not hazing, in fact have the students here wouldn't pledge this fraternity of their lives depended on it, but they seem to treat everything like it's a chance to haze their pledges.

Faith's ignoring it, mostly. Second night in a row she's conveniently not gone home this week, just pretended to pass out on the couch to fly under the radar and keep a roof over her head. Still, she can't keep it up forever. Even idiots get suspicious of interlopers after awhile.

            So, she's enjoying the party. It's new year's eve, after all, might as well get your drink on while the getting's good and there's some sort of horrible knock-off Evanesence going on in the too-expensive CD player. But there's booze, a beat and a crowd full of handsy boys to take her mind off the fact that she'll be sleeping at the bus stop in the dead of winter tomorrow.

                                     Handsy guys, though, they're easy and Faith's tired of her harem of strangers faster than she found them, slipping out of the crowd to get herself another beer. More fun are the boys on the outskirts. The nerds, the trust fund babies, the soon-to-be-teachers and other challenges that usually spend these parties keeping up the walls. Trying to keep out of the spotlight and off the floor and she happens to have a nose for them.

You can always tell when a guy's been dragged to a party he doesn't want to be at and hell if Faith doesn't manage to spot a near giant trying really hard to ignore the festivities and study, when he should be ringing in the new year. There’s a countdown going on but she’s barely paying attention, gets her drink and shoves through a gaggle of cackling girls to get to his table, taking a seat on his lap like she was invited. The kiss isn’t invited, either, and there’s not much to it but but teeth - an ice breaker. Faith picks his textbook off the table and turns it around to see the cover, "Latin... this some kinda a school thing or you just the kind who’d rather be reading than living?"

[thatslayer]

Place “Cheers!” in my inbox for my drunk muse to kiss your muse on the mouth at NYE midnight  | Accepting + Answering as Starters | @samattheend

                   Life's a lot calmer, these days, than it used to be. There are still fights and epic battles, there are still demons and vampires to worry about. A Hellmouth bubbles under their feet but, privately, life is quiet. Soft and close. Tired peace while wounds and bruises ache and heal.

       There's probably a party, somewhere. In fact, there's some sort of nonsense going on at an abandon church in town but nobody here seemed all that interested in it. Dean and Cass made their excuses to go out on yet another job alone, like that's fooling anybody. Damon and Ric made the trip back to Omaha for some big shindig at a museum or something. Faith can vaguely hear Buffy and her Avengers talking over the television somewhere in the bunker. Library, probably. Trading embarrassing stories of New Year's past, bonding and re-bonding over the life they've shared together.

                                     Faith could be in there with them, if she wanted. It would be uncomfortable. Giles and Willow, maybe even Buffy, would go out of their way to awkwardly try and draw her into their circle but she's not too worried about it all. She's got other things to occupy her time, now.

            Sam's gonna sleep through the countdown again, just like he did last year. An actual Minotaur made it's home in the middle of Lebanon's shared elementary school. An actual Minotaur that happens to be slayed and burned by a hunter who deserves his rest. He did as many shots as Faith and now he's passed out with his arm beneath the pillow, shoulder and bicep elevating his head, and his knees bent just enough to keep his feet from hanging off the edge of a mattress made for average-sized humans. One arm over Faith, who's curled up in the negative space he's creating, finding an odd sort of zen in the way they so effortlessly fit together, even like this.

  Somewhere, someone yells 'ten' and the Scoobies join in, but Faith's not waiting for the year to turn over. She rests her hand on Sam's cheek and eases her palm up to his temple, fingernails gently raking his hair back as they move, kissing his jaw softly. His chin, the corner of his mouth. The pendulum is gonna swing back, someday, but for now there's something real in her life.

[his-shining-tears]

Gimme R - Gimme A - Gimme I - Gimme D - Gimme E - Gimme N

                                           RAIDEN !!!