#tw bar

[coquette-corpsie]

my parents: "concerned" about me being lonely

also my parents: go out to the bar as often as possible with friends while I'm home by myself for hours

[aew-regression-cove]

decides to do stimboard of harddeck bar!!! :3

X / X / X / X / ✈️ / X / X / X / X

Tagging - @agerefandomrambles , @babydagger86 , @greenlantrns , @aew-kun

ⓘ if you want to reblog, let me know and I'll decide to temporarily unlock the post or not <3

[herbertwesttravels]

My creator has dragged me against my will to a bar with a karaoke machine.... it is much too loud. I would like to kill and then re- animate whoever concieved the idea of letting intoxicated imbeciles sing in public. I have had two drinks and now my head hurts. I don't feel any different.

I miss D

I wish I was working on my reagent.

- H. West

[violetmuses]

Safe Till Tomorrow - Flag (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Safe Till Tomorrow ” (18+ MINORS DNI) || Rick Flag 

FANDOM: “Suicide Squad” Film Universe

CHARACTER: Rick Flag

PAIRING: Rick Flag + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: Seeing Colonel Rick Flag again leads to unexpected feelings… 

Author’s Note: Hey! Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Also, I’m crediting this idea to my bestie @lacontroller1991. Thanks so much for your continued support! As a warning, the One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. - V. 💜

Main Masterlist 💜

J Krew: @nerdysuperchick @a-reader-and-a-writer @babblydrabbly @shadowkittybucky @loverhymeswith @justin-hammers @weallhaveadestiny @xoxabs88xox @katjnordstrom96   @mayhem24-7forever @skvatnavle @sociiallydiisoriiented @heresathreebee @alieninoklahoma @bewitchedignition @maddu-oliveira @reveluving @hodgepodge-of-rog @ijustthinkrickflagisprettyneat @11thstreetvigilante

__________

2021

Tonight wasn’t supposed to end up like this. All you planned to do was blow off steam, enjoy a few drinks, and use some communal ride to safely go home. 

No, no. no. That main plan failed before you could order your next drink. 

You’re in the middle of laughing with your friends at one grouped table when one of them points near this bar’s entrance. 

“Shit.” Your pals whisper all around this table. Some of them nudge you almost frantically. You then squint both eyes in the name of confusion until a familiar silhouette passes through. 

Rick Flag. You never believed that he would show up here five years ago. Rumors swirled nowadays that he gave up military service and returned home, leaving you to deal with moments like these. 

A cowboy hat shields his eyes from dim lights that cast overhead. One bright yellow t-shirt looks far too big while clothing his broad chest. You even notice his surprisingly tattooed arms, remembering how often he sported windbreakers despite Louisiana heat. 

He looks good. In fact, he looks much better than last time, for damn sure. 

For the first time in years, he grins while acknowledging the bartender and orders his drink quickly, opting to sit alone. Many other patrons, tispy, or not want to probe him with questions, but he refuses almost everyone until you catch him. 

You excuse yourself from the table and ignore how your friend gape, shock that you’re even willing to see him. Not you and Rick fell off, but his deployments weren’t exactly great, either. 

“Hey,” You clear your throat, watching slyly as Rick takes sips of his own drink. His Adam’s Apple bobs and you try not to lose composure, already intrigued. 

“Oh, excuse me. I didn’t realize that somebody was…” Rick trails off his words after noticing you and almost freezes. He doesn’t even want to break the glass. 

“Hi,” You repeat yourself and smile. Underneath the wide brim of this cowboy hat, Rick smiles back, clearly happy. 

“Hi, Darling.” His smooth Southern drawl returns and you’re thankful to only have one drink in your system right now. 

Damn. I’ll remember that voice forever. You think to yourself. 

________

Of course, your original plans change. You said goodbye to friends and stayed with Rick, chatting into the night. 

Catching up leads to small talk. Small talk leads to memories. Spending many years apart no longer made a difference tonight. 

Just before closing, it’s not enough for both of you to sit across from each other anymore, and Rick knows it. He then offers to pay the bill and takes your hand, leading you out of this bar. 

***

He takes off that cowboy hat to reveal short blondish hair and kisses you in the nearest alley first, shadowed by darkness or dim street lights. All he wants to do is hold your face. He wants to your smile, 

Every single time that your lips meet his, safety is his only goal. His strong arms protect you from the dangers of the night. 

Even as shadows hide you both, he can’t risk taking you right here in public. There were too many people around. He knows better as well. You deserve more. You’ve always deserved more. 

_________

At the house, in his bedroom, he takes off your clothes first and strains within the center of his jeans as you lay naked on the bed without him. 

“Do you want me to take your clothes off too?” You tease, sitting up for just a moment and waiting for Rick to participate. 

“No. No, Ma’am.” Rick takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side, revealing this immaculate puzzle of inked tattoos and battlefield scars that run along his body. You almost gape, aroused even further. 

Flag then zips those jeans down next and you bite your lip. His bulge might be harder than anticipated this time. 

Before he can even think of taking off his underwear, Rick is smart enough to grab a condom first and you smile when the nightstand drawer opens or closes. 

“Are you ready? We can stop if you want.” Perching the bed with you, Rick smiles once more. looms over your body. He lines up with your soaked entrance after responsibly putting that condom on and you’ve wrapped both legs around his bare waist. 

“Yes, Rick.” You consent with a grin of your own, wanting nothing more but for him to rest inside you. 

“Okay.” Rick vows, staring into your eyes. Those hazels still pierce your soul right now. 

Flag then reaches out and grips your hand, sliding into your core moments later. You’re thankful as pillows soften the way your hair falls back. Your own brows furrow in the name of bliss, overtaken by this moment in the dark with him now. 

Even Rick nearly whimpers because of you. You clutch so tightly around his pulsing erection. He only held from taking you down at the bar as a gentleman. In and out. In and out. You cry, scream and pant, seemingly wanting him more and more 

“Shit! You cry out loud once more and break first, spilling for him as sweat trickles down your perfect body. You’ve always looked beautiful to him, but tonight was different. 

No hesitation. No anger. Just passion. 

Rick follows your climax soon after, holding your hand even tighter than before and as his own warmth soon shoots into the condom. 

His jaw slackens and those hazel eyes close right away because he can’t look at you again. Not yet. 

“Hey,” Rick opens both eyes and looks downward to check in with you, whispering by the shell of your ear or smoothing back tresses of your own hair. “It’s me. It’s me. Are you all right, Darling?” 

“Yeah. I’m okay.” You smile and look up towards him, still wrapping your legs around his waist. 

Rick’s heart can settle down, even if you might not feel the same by morning. 

[lotsadeer]

Lounge Crooning - 2019

[incorrect-mcytblr]

challenge anon here.. (only do these if you want to. i love your blog sm.) i dare you to classify dteamblr as family members! who would be the littlest, eldest, the aunt, the parent, the tired cousin, etc?

Yo, just to clarify, this is Tabz answering

Id say that @tabzanite is the youngest really done with everything cousin, they just randomly appear and just seem done. I wanna put that Im older but then Id have like5 people tryna cancel me.

@hellomynameisthehugfairy the lovely person who got dragged into this for platonically marrying Tabz.

@dreamsimp Id give them a solid restaurant aunt. Kinda like a wine aunt but not, you get the gist.

@bioluminescentmoths Solid wine aunt.

@dteamblr/ @velveteen-y Parental figure. Thank you for keeping us alive.

@gayminecraftmen Uncle Jim whom left for collage and keeps getting into bar fights

@minecrafttubeyou Cousin who randomly appears, there for a good time not a long time

@wormweeb This is a parental figure who isnt really a parental figure, as soon as they know we aint dead they are gone

@hahasimp God parent who somehow has pictures of everything from their family growing up. everything.

@moonbowphobia Cousin who was always there and is really fun

@mcyt-apocalypse-au the poor soul who married in, theyre getting the strings of things tho

@ribineran smol hysteric child of the above two

@tapl Sibling that goes to college alot but are fricken great

@oakskull a cousin of Rib. Chaous. Distant cousin chaos. Probably stole a phone once.

I think this is everyone, spam me on my main ( @tabzanite ) if I forgot you

[thehugwizard]

id trust you with my drink at a bar while I went to the bathroom

I would keep your drink safe, nothin worse then some creep trying to get to some ones drink

[janisarkisian]

Fucking Hot

THIS IS PURELY A JOKE ON THE SUPER MEGA GAY HELL DISCORD SERVER. I REPEAT A JOKE. But anyway an evander wade x reader drabble. AND THIS IS A JOKE REPEAT

Word Count: 431

Pairing: Evander Wade x Reader

For you, life at Gatlon’s Leprechaun Daze Bar was boring and very routine. Sure, there was the occasional cute guy, but other than that it was boring. Once, there had even been a rusty car who had creeped you out to a large extent.

Though the bar was named after leprechauns, the creatures themselves were rare. Actually, they were non-existent. You’d never met anyone who was like you. Anyone who had the same orange fur as you. No one had ever tap-danced with you across the small dance floor, or worn the tight, green shoes that you wore.

“Hey hottie,” A rich voice wakes you from your dreamy thoughts. Looking up, you see the fucking hottest leprechaun you’ve ever seen. It was possible that like you, he was even a furry. Ready to take on the world with you one cursed ship at a time.

The mysterious figure raised his eyebrows a few times, and you could see the lucky Irish gleam in his eye, one that your grandmother said could only belong to the blessed. Could he be the one? The man you’d been dreaming about for o so long?

“Any chance you could get me an Irish Beer with a side of a date?” The man asks, and immediately, your pulse starts to flutter and your palms start to get warm. This hot man wanted to take you on a date? It couldn’t be real, but it was true. This man was here, and he was not a dream.

“That was terrible,” You respond, joking off the remark of the date, and trying to focus only on the cheesy pick-up line.

Sadly, the leprechaun was on his game. “You never answered my question. I want to take you out sometime.”

“U-um sure,” You stumble, hoping the moment could just be over. The man of your dreams was here, in Leprechaun Daze bar, but you’re too stupid to talk to him. It was a nightmare, wrapped in the package of a dream.

Preparing the man’s drink wasn’t hard. You’ve always had a stash of Irish Beer Select under the counter in case your precious man ever came. And as it seemed, he was finally here. You walk over to him, and drop off the drink with a bit of a flourish. A bit shyly, you throw in a little wink, for the dramatic effect. If he truly liked you, it needed to stay that way.

“Hey, I never caught your name?” You ask last minute, before walking away.

“Sure thing. I’m Evander. Evander Wade. And I think you’re fucking hot.”