#drinking

[babyanimalgifs]

Cute tiger drinking water

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#tiger #tigers #water #cute #nature #wildlife #wild animals #aww #wholesome #cute animals #drinking water #drinking #video #babyanimalgifs

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

Harry and Tom had been pushed together by circumstance ever since they’d both sorted Slytherin.

The students from other houses watched them distrustfully due to their house and having no one to really vouch for them. (Harry’s name didn’t hold much weight if he wasn’t in Gryffindor, it seemed. The professors who’d known his parents certainly brought it up often enough for him to draw that conclusion.) 

And, since all of the other Slytherin first-year boys were purebloods who’d known each other since birth, they all paired off with each other, leaving the two odd ones out as roommates.

They’d both been wary of the other at first, but after a few weeks of keeping to themselves and not trying to start anything, they fell into a quiet coexistence. When their housemates were bigoted arses, Harry would stand up for Tom; when they picked on Harry for refusing to go with the flow, Tom gave them several reasons to stop. 

It wasn’t a friendship, necessarily, but they had each other’s back. Neither had to be on guard in their shared room.

Even when Tom’s status began to rise, both in Slytherin and the school more broadly, he didn’t change how he interacted with Harry. 

Until halfway through sixth year, that is.

—

Tom turns seventeen over the winter holidays and Slughorn is suddenly much more liberal in sharing his liquor collection with his favourite student at the parties he hosts. Now, more often than not, Tom returns from these parties with a bit of a stumble in his step. 

And some confusion over which bed is his.

The first time it happens, Harry snaps awake in the night, tense and alert, to a weight landing beside him on the bed. He has his wand pointed at the lump before he realises it’s his dorm mate, passed out on his stomach and snoring lightly into Harry’s duvet. He shoves the sleeping boy, who mumbles something dire at him without waking. 

“Tom,” he hisses, poking the boy in the face. Nothing. No response whatsoever.

…Eh, whatever. Harry is tired and Tom isn’t in a state to do anything, and it’s just one night.

A few hours later, Harry wakes up alone. Tom corners him after breakfast and threatens him to keep silent. Like he’d go around sharing that he and Tom had slept together.

When he says as much, Tom’s cheeks take on a pink tinge as he looks at Harry with mild incredulity. But he ultimately accepts this and they ignore each other for a couple days before falling into their former manner of living together without really interacting.

And that’s how it remains until the second time Tom returns to their dorm intoxicated and slips into Harry’s bed. Harry, already occupying the bed and half-awake from the disruption, rolls over to see who’s trying to spoon him. Seeing Tom and not caring enough to make a fuss about it, he curls back up and drifts off immediately.

He wakes up first and has the unique joy of witnessing a hung-over, grouchy Tom Riddle curse the light, this morning, Slughorn, alcohol, and mornings in general, before opening his eyes to see Harry staring at him in amusement. 

Tom groans and buries his head under a pillow. “This doesn’t leave this room,” comes the muffled command.

“Obviously.”

“I mean it.”

“So do I.”

“I will spell all of your clothing to the appropriate size and make you wildly uncomfortable if you breathe one word.”

“Jesus, Riddle, I said I wouldn’t say anything,” Harry mutters. “Save the thumbscrews for your ‘social club.’”

“I simply want you to understand the seriousness of the situation.”

And that’s the end of that.

(Harry wonders if there should be more weirdness. Surely two teenage boys repeatedly sleeping together in the same bed would be weird to most people. Harry just finds it funny.

…And maybe he enjoys Tom’s warmth. But that’s it!)

By the third time, Harry’s ready. He knows Tom is attending one of Slughorn’s get-togethers tonight, and will likely imbibe and return tipsy. He’s prepared.

When Tom swans into their dorm room a little after midnight, Harry’s finishing up a twenty-four inch essay on the principles of re-materialisation due next week. (Hey, if he's staying up and can’t wander the castle, he has to do something.)

Tom stops short. “Why are you not in bed?” he asks, brow furrowed. “You should be in bed.”

Harry huffs a laugh. “I should be, shouldn’t I?” He stretches his hands above his head and turns in his chair to face Tom. “How was your night?”

“It was dull,” Tom says with a roll of his eyes. Drunk Tom is so much more expressive, Harry thinks gleefully. “No one new to meet, and Professor Slughorn kept trying to parade me around, like I’m some kind of show pony. Dreadful.”

And then he flops back onto Harry’s bed, staring with unfocused eyes at the ceiling. “...Horses should have fangs.”

...What?

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not a pony – I’m at least a stallion, if I have to be a horse,” Tom explains like this should be obvious. “But horses aren’t menacing enough; they don’t have sharp teeth or claws, either. I would only be a horse if I could have fangs.”

And, well, when he puts it like that, Harry finds himself agreeing. Madness is communicable, it seems.

“Oookay, let’s get you to bed,” he says, putting out the light on his desk.

“I am in bed.”

“Not quite.” He grabs the drinking glass he’d set aside earlier.

“Harry, come here,” Tom demands petulantly, swaying as he sits up on the edge of the bed.

Harry shakes his head and holds out a glass filled with water. “Nope, you have to drink this first.” 

He can hardly believe his eyes. Tom Riddle – perfect, untouchable, inscrutable Tom – is pouting at him like a child denied a sweet. He wishes he had a camera.

“C’mon, you’ll thank me in the morning,” he cajoles.

“If I drink the water, you’ll come to bed?” Tom asks, somehow achieving wary puppy dog eyes.

Harry bites his cheek to keep from smiling. This is adorable. “I will – it’s my bed, after all.”

“Very well,” Tom says with gravitas and a slight slur to his words. He accepts the glass and drains it in four gulps, then meets Harry’s eyes and raises his eyebrows.

“Congratulations, you did it,” Harry deadpans. Riddle scowls at him and pats the bed meaningfully, so he laughs and gets in on the other side.

(He left a couple paracetamol and another glass of water on the nightstand closest to Tom earlier, anyway. He is prepared.)

By the time he’s put out the lights and gotten situated under the covers, Tom has shucked most of his clothes, down to his undershirt and boxer shorts. When he reaches for the hem of his shirt, Harry scrambles to grab his hands and says, “Whoa, let’s just keep that on.”

Tom frowns at him but doesn’t argue. He does lay down and tug Harry closer, cuddling him like a stuffed animal.

“Tom…?” Harry says faintly.

Tom hums into the juncture between Harry’s neck and shoulder. “Good night, Harry.”

Harry stares ahead into the darkness. “...G’night.”

He expects it will take him a while to fall asleep like this, but the warmth of another body and the susurration of Tom’s breathing so close to his ear lulls him to sleep before he knows it.

—

When he wakes up the next morning, cosy and well-rested, Harry comes to a decision.

This is silly.

He feels Tom slowly returning to the waking world, laying half on top of Harry and looking much less green about the gills than he had last time. One of Tom’s eyes cracks open and he grumbles into Harry’s chest, curling closer and dropping more dead weight onto Harry.

(He knew Tom wasn’t a morning person, but he’d never before understood just how much.)

Harry says, “Before you start with the hostilities, I feel you should know that, for one, I wouldn’t tell anyone about your sleeping habits anyway. It’s none of their business.”

Tom grunts; Harry takes it as a request to continue.

“And secondly: You can sleep in my bed even if you aren’t drunk, you know. I don’t mind.”

Tom tenses.

“We don’t even have to talk about it, if it’s just sleeping.”

Tom doesn’t relax.

“If this is something more than that, then...”

Tom rolls so his face is completely hidden in Harry’s shoulder. “...Later,” he says, muffled and low.

Harry blinks. 

Huh.

“Yeah, later,” he says.

At this, Tom lets out a breath he’d been holding, slowly draping an arm over Harry’s waist. Harry pats at it with his hand and relaxes deeper into the mattress.

“Later’s just fine.”

#fic snippet #tomarry #harry potter #tom riddle #same age au #harry and tom attend hogwarts together #slytherin harry #fluff #drinking #sleeping together #(literally)

[loubella77]

#tumblr memes #memes #meme #funny memes #dank memes #best memes #relatable memes #lol memes #daily memes #meme humor #memesdaily #kool aid #drinking #lol #lolz #haha funny #hahahha #hahaha #haha #ha ha funny #haha lol #haha hehe #lmao #mdni #18+ mdni #mdni divider #18+ #timeline #memes that are funny #memes tbt

[gasterofficial]

wtf drinking is cool again

#wizardposting #drinking

[sharkcutlery]

someone said more drunk alastor. my wish is your command

#hazbin hotel #alastor #Drinking #alcohol #angel dust #lucifer morningstar #husk #Fanart #Drunk alastor #please leave me comments i love to hear your little comments

[iaminsideyourwalls]

food for all you scout haters out there in the audience tonight i guess?

#this is what happens when two extroverts beef #if there are zero scout haters medic is dead in the ground- #since there's no one waiting at the table to get a drink i guess you could say there's no punch line #tf2 #tf2 fanart #tf2 comic #tf2 art #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 heavy #team fortress 2 fanart #team fortess 2 #team fortress fanart #heavy #heavymedic #red oktoberfest #medic #alcohol #drinking #comic

[emeraldexplorer2]

#curvy mature #mature beauty #mature mom #mature sexy #mature wives #mature woman #drinking #wife exhibition #exhibtionist #public exhibition

[ratatoskryggdrasil]

Torajiro

#Torajiro #sailors #weightlifting #smoking #squirrels #bath #elephants #drinking #whales #bears #idyll #painting

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I drank purple toilet cleaner and it tasted like sparkling grape juice.

#dream #text #February 8th 2024 #drink #drinking #toilet cleaner #juice #grape juice #grape #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue

[omgitssvpernxva]

meme number 24

#best memes #funny #dank memes #funny memes #funny shit #haha #humor #meme #relatable memes #alchohol #drinking

[cleansimpleminimal]

#drinking

[warandpeas]

Last Unicorn

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#breaking news #comic #drinking #funny #headline #humor #last unicorn #lol #newspaper #pond #puddle #unicorn #war and peas #webcomic

[leoandreeda]

Just some doodles I made to test a new pencil in the app. Anyway, I love them

#doodles #my art #fanart #one piece #luffy #monkey d. luffy #nami #cat burglar nami #zoro #roronoa zoro #sanji #black leg sanji #drinking #i love them mwah #I wanted to draw the rest of the strawhats but I was busy sjdbkddn

[cashthecomposer]

Small businesses are awesome.

This guy, a veteran and park ranger named Steve, opened this place called TreeRock in Asheville, NC as a sort of passion project, to celebrate Mead and Cider, and showcase an incredible selection of the world's first alcoholic beverage.

I just had an hour and a half long conversation with the guy. He's so personable and knowledgeable, and I had an absolute blast- I tried like 10 different drinks, and they were all awesome, and he told me about the history and making of each and every one. After a while, I decided this is my new favorite place to go.

But they're closing, in March.

These past few years have been devastating for small businesses, and they are no exception. They are going to close in March, unless something drastic happens that changes things.

So if you're in Asheville, or you know somebody in Asheville, or you have been meaning to go to Asheville to bury that body in the trunk of your car somewhere along the Appalachian trail but you just haven't gotten around to it yet, please stop by TreeRock for a flight of meads, ciders, and beers from all around the world, for less than the cost of a Chipotle burrito.

(also they love dogs!!! my dog had a great time, and I'm sure yours will too!)

#cider #mead #Asheville #north Carolina #southern #usa #beer #bar #small business #tw drinking #drinking #alcohol #tw alcohol #Appalachia #Appalachian #local #local business #i am not being paid for this #in fact i just spent like $70 there #I'm just really passionate about small businesses being supported

[tetragonia]

#alcoholic #rafe cameron #drew starkey #outer banks #obx #rafe obx #rafe cameron obx #rafe outer banks #drew obx #drew starkey obx #outerbanks #rafe cameron edit #rafe cameron gif #drinking #obx spoilers #tetragifs #tetrapost obx #tetrapost drew starkey #tetrapost actor

[rubystims]

brown hyena gifset for anon !! source | source | source | source

#stim #stimmy #satisfying #gifset #gif #animal stim #animal #hyena stim #hyena #brown hyena #drinking #brown #green #orange #ruby gifs