#tipsy tidbit

[euovennia]

hcs for reader getting carried away on a mission and getting tipsy and becoming the life of the party with the 141s reaction *smirk*

the fact you all can come up with such gorgeous ideas such as this one and then put your faith in me to write it out is something i'll never understand, but am eternally grateful for. thank you for requesting, and as always, i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: mission gone wrong, little tidbits of angst, reader being a comforting menace to the 141

summary: after the team arrives back to base from a mission gone wrong, you decide to step in with the best comfort known to man.

despite their aching bodies and exhausted faces, the 141 members begin to steadily file into the commons room after wrapping up their much needed showers. unified by their equally low and sour moods after a mission had gone horrifically wrong, they all come to a silent agreement to not discuss the mission. there'd be plenty of time for that when everyone had gotten the proper amount of rest. with price, gaz, soap, and ghost now all sitting in the room doing their own thing, no one really gives anything a second thought. that is, until price brings up the absence of you to the rest of the team. despite knowing you probably just made the decision to take a longer shower, they each can't help but feel a sliver of worry and doubt file into their minds.

had you locked yourself away in your room in a poor attempt to stop thinking about the horrors of the mission they'd failed?

had they somehow left you behind?

a dumb question, maybe, but they can't help but worry.

that is, of course, until you burst through the door of the commons room with a wide smile split onto your face and a full three bags of alcohol.

john price

personally, i don't think price is the type to drink very often simply because he has a more refined taste

this man has had his fair share of alcohol in his life so i feel like he's very picky when it comes to alcohol

like if you were to have a drink with him, he'd be the type to make you take small sips and hold whatever you're drinking in your mouth for a few seconds before swallowing

he'll say it's the best way to "experience the flavor"

meanwhile you're just trying to get wasted

anyway

that's not to say he'll turn down a drink simply because it doesn't meet his tastes; if he wants to drink, he's gonna drink

so when you barge into the common area with some cheap beer and liquor he's not complaining

what does make him want to complain however is when you stumble your way over to him and yank his beloved boonie hat right off his head and place it on yours

he's not quite sure what to think and he even opens his mouth to start questioning you, but then you do the unthinkable

you lean toward him, drop your voice, and start impersonating his fucking accent

it's nothing special really

just a simple, "Bravo six, going dark"

and as much as he wants to rip his hat off your head, drag you back to your room, and force you to go to sleep

he just can't

not when you've just hit him with the most atrocious british accent known to man

and the fact you're trying to impersonate him of all people?

he can't help but let a laugh slip past his mouth

you, obviously, love the fact you made your oh so stoic captain price break and so you continue your exceptionally bad impersonation of the poor man

and he just eats it up

maybe it's the alcohol flowing through his system, maybe it's fact this is the first distraction he's had since that dumpster fire of a mission ended

but he can't help but get into it and encourage you by telling you to say random, silly things in your terrible accent

it's comforting in a weird way

being able to laugh so freely even after the horrors of the last mission

it's hopeful in a weird way

so when you give him a small, drunken smile and say you're leaving to bother someone else

he just gives you a smile of his own and pulls you into a side hug before letting you depart to someone else

but just as he lets you walk away, it hits him

you still have his hat

john 'soap' mactavish

now soap, like price, also has his preferences when it comes to alcohol

they all do tbh

but he's younger and more easygoing about it so he doesn't really mind chugging down the cheap bottle of tequila you grabbed

that being said, i do think soap takes on a bit of a different persona after coming off a mission

i feel like he's more energetic and upbeat on the field simply because there's always so much going on and he thrives off the adrenaline rush

but i fully believe it's typical of him to be a bit more laid back and quiet off missions, at least at first

and that's when a mission goes good and is successful

in the event it doesn't go so well (much like now) he has a tendency to go back and think about the mission in terms of what could've been done better

in other words, what he could've done better

and while he may not notice it himself, he'll eventually fall into a small pit of self-deprecation

that's when you stumble over to him with your lips curled into a smile and price's hat lopsidedly settled on your head

he's not quite sure of your intentions at first so he'll just offer you a kind, but hesitant smile

then you'll say something like, "why are you giving me that fake smile?"

and he can't help but feel a little ashamed

he goes to say something, but you just put your drink on the table and wrap him in a hug

and, of course, he hugs you back (although he is a bit confused)

but he enjoys it

what can he say? you always give good hugs

you'll stay like that for a few minutes

but then you start to sway the two of you

he'll get confused and ask what you're doing

and then you pull back and tell him something like, "i wanna dance"

and soap being soap will say something like, "there's no music"

and for some unknown reason that just set you off

because in the blink of an eye, you're pretty much dragging soap up from his chair while holding one of his hands and chanting out, "spin me! spin me!'

and who is he to deny you?

that's how you and soap end up spinning each other around while the rest of the team watches on with silent laughter as you both try to fight off the dizziness so neither of you fall

unsurprisingly, it doesn't work for long

surprisingly however, it was soap that fell first and not you despite being tipsy

so now you're both sat on the floor with you rambling to soap that, "sometimes it's okay to fall! you just gotta get back up!"

and unbeknownst to you, he takes your words to heart

so now you're being smothered by soap as he wraps you up into a bear hug, his specialty

you'll stay like that on the floor for a bit longer before you catch gaz scrolling away on his phone not too far from you and soap

so you pull back and give him one of your signature grins as you motion over to the unsuspecting gaz

and when he turns back to you with a smile mirroring your own, you know exactly what you plan to do

kyle 'gaz' garrick

as mentioned above, gaz is simply scrolling on his phone when you and soap set your sights on him

as a soldier, one really important quality is being aware of your surroundings

gaz knows this and is really good about remaining vigilant both on and off missions

but he tends to be a little more lax when he's on base simply because he knows the place is jam packed with people who are quite literally licensed to kill

so it's because of this he sometimes get a little too wrapped up in his phone

price hates it, but really, what can you do?

he's young and likes being up to date on things, both in terms of pop culture and world news

side note, gaz would definitely be the best gossip buddy with soap coming in a close second and i will die on this hill

anyway

with gaz so wrapped up in his drinking and scrolling, he barely notices you and soap not so stealthily sneaking up to his table and planting yourselves across from him

eyes still planted on his phone, he reaches his hand out only to find that he can't seem to find purchase on the bottle of beer he'd opened not too long ago

cue him finally looking up from his phone just to see you and soap staring at him with huge smiles while you hold his half-finished bottle of beer hostage in your hands

much like the others on the team, he too is feeling the not so pleasant after effects of the mission so he's quick to put his phone down and stare back at you two with a glint of curiosity and mischief dotting his brown eyes

with all your sense of rationality dulled from the alcohol, soap's natural talent for getting into trouble, and gaz's carefree spirit, it doesn't take long for you three to start embarrassing yourselves

before any of you can really register what's happening, you each find yourselves leaned up against one another as you belt out the chorus to berlin's 'take my breath away' as the song plays from the speaker of gaz's phone

how you three ended up in this position? you're not quite sure

well

it may have had something to do with the extra shots of the fruity vodka you'd grabbed from the store shelf

maybe

but really, who even cares?

you're just happy to be here

and if the easy smiles plastered on the faces of the men beside you are anything to go by, they're happy to be here too

though right now they seem to be too busy fighting over a new song to sing along to

gaz wants '22' by taylor swift while soap is begging for the 'wellerman' sea shanty that went viral not too long ago

how he even knows about that, you're not sure

but as they continue to bicker over the next song they'll be singing along to, you look out the corner of your eye to see price stalking over, his gaze locked on the phone gaz and soap are fighting over

already knowing where this situation is heading from the few times it's happened before, you decide to get ahead of the situation

and by that, it just means you quickly detach yourself from the two men as you set your sights on someone else who just so happened to be brooding in the corner

simon 'ghost' riley

so by now i imagine that it's pretty common knowledge amongst the 141 that simon has a preference toward bourbon whiskey

so naturally you grab him a bottle of it while you were out filling up a cart with various types of beer and liquor

and if i'm being honest, i feel like ghost isn't too picky with what brand of whiskey you grab so long as it's bourbon

so when you stumble your way over to him, you're not at all surprised to see him shamelessly hogging the bottle of jim bean you specifically brought for him

what does surprise you is when he pushes out the seat beside him with his foot as he gives you a small nod of his head in a small gesture for you to take a seat

with the room starting to spin ever so slightly, you easily comply with his silent demand

you two sit in silence for a few moments before you sit up and reach for the bottle of whiskey sitting on the table

ghost doesn't seem to be on board with your line of thought however because this man does not hesitate in snatching the bottle from your eager hands before screwing the cap back on and setting it beside his chair on the floor

you just kinda stare at him with a mix of annoyance and betrayal as you say something along the lines of, "what the hell was that for?"

and this is where he just kinda narrows his eyes at you for a moment before motioning over to the middle of the room where gaz and soap are belting out the lyrics to 'hotel california' by the eagles while price seems to be taking a video of the two of them, a wide grin peeking through his well kept beard

once ghost is sure you've gotten a good look at the trio he'll turn back to you and say something like, "you're not roping me into any of that, no drinkin' when you're with me."

and as much as you wanna try to fight him on it to get just a few more sips, you eventually decide it against it and instead opt for slumping into your seat much to his amusement

the two of you sit and watch as price tries to reign in the mess that is gaz and soap before he eventually gives up in favor of capturing more videos on his phone he can use as future blackmail

the atmosphere gradually melts into a more peaceful one as gaz and soap begin to quiet their singing and move onto slow love songs that they seemed to have memorized by heart judging by the way they barely even look at the lyrics

who woulda thought

but it's at this moment ghost decides to make a comment

"you snuck a lot of alcohol over here"

and it's true, alcohol was strictly prohibited on base, it was something you and everyone else in that room knew

but having sobered up a bit since sitting with ghost you immediately thought he was gonna go into a lecture despite him hoarding a whole bottle of whiskey to himself

so naturally you open your mouth to offer your defense, but before you can even say anything he decides to cut you off

"not a bad move, kid"

wait what

you're confused

and he knows you're confused so he decides to elaborate, "place was dead 'fore you walked in with all that beer and liquor. you made 'em smile"

you frown, "what do you mean?"

he'll sigh and continue, "s not a secret that mission was fucked. thought you were all gonna have a hard time sleepin' tonight," he motions to the space where gaz and soap appear to be serenading price with god knows what song, "but that doesn't seem to be the case anymore, i think you'll all be alright now"

you tilt your head, "oh...i see"

the silence drifts over you two once more, but you decide to disrupt it

you turn to ghost with a questioning gaze, "what about you?"

he raises a brow as he glances at you, "what about me?"

you turn to face him fully, "are you gonna be alright?"

his movements come to a halt as he thinks your words over

would he be alright?

it's no secret that he's a bit more cold hearted than the rest of the team, but that doesn't mean he's no affected by any of it

he holds in a sigh as he glances over to gaz, soap, and price all smiling and joking around with one another before turning back to you

"long as you stick around, i think we're all gonna be okay, kid."

you grin at him

"i've grown on you, haven't i?"

he breathes out a small laugh, "i only keep you around for the whiskey"

you nudge his arm with your shoulder, "that's a yes, isn't it?"

he shrugs, "if you want it to be"

he holds back a small smile at the way you gleam before opening his mouth to speak, "you say anything to anyone and i'll–"

he doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before you're bouncing off your seat and running over the group of three in the middle of the room chanting, "ghost said i'm his favorite!"

he leans back in his chair as he watches gaz and soap feign heartbreak at your declaration while price shakes his head in amusement

"no big deal," he thinks to himself, "i can always deny it"

even if it's completely true

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[blkgirl-writing]

Thank you for your writing ♥️♥️ I have a tidbit: Gale is the ONLY COMPANION with special dialogue if you speak to him while you’re only wearing underwear. This man has a thing for lingerie confirmed.

And I have NEVER GOTTEN THAT DIALOGUE OPTION. I stay mad. Here's a few headcannons for that 😩

I stand by Gale basically being the horniest person in the game, let's start there

He's studied many different books on sex, like at least a dozen that are confirmed in dialogue like dude is experienced and ready to experiment

I stand firm that Gale is top 2 freakiest as well, the atrial projecting gangbang is wild (question to everyone, was there penetraion or is the space fuck like a feeling thing?)

Last unprompted thought is I think he masturbates like twice a day at least

anyway the actual prompt

I always imagine Tav not talking to gale for a hot sec for non meaningful reasons and Gale is just trying to admire in a respectful way with hints of desire

like visibly he is going through the the waves of a correct way to look at you

Somehow his words still stumble when you talk to him

I definitely imagine that's content for his imagination for days, weeks even (if you've both shown romatic feelings for eachother of course)

He does go back to actually compliment you after his stumbling of words in his first attempt

He'd only reveal that to you months after your adventure when you're tipsy and cuddling

#x reader #smut #gale of waterdeep #gale x reader #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate gale #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale x tav #gale dekarios x reader #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3

[exhuastedpigeon]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

is this a new wip? yeah, shut up about it. I went to see my friend's show on Friday and then I tipsy texted @acountrygirlsfun about this idea in a series of unhinged texts. So here's a little snippet from my new buddie wip where Buck and Eddie go to a country show.

The working title for this fic is cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other because Orville Peck just dropped a version of the song with Willie Nelson and I'm a weak, weak person.

“Hey man,” Eddie jogged over to where Buck was rolling on the hoses, grabbing one end to help. Buck grinned at him, ignoring the way Eddie’s arms bulged as he rolled.  “You just saw me like 10 ten minutes ago, why are you saying hi again,” Buck asked instead of standing there ogling his best friend. Buck really loved being bisexual, he loved how it felt like a piece of himself finally slid into place when he figured it out, he didn’t love how now he noticed every hot dude, including but limited to Eddie fucking Diaz. “I - you know what I don’t actually know,” Eddie said with a laugh. “Are you free Saturday? A friend, well, a guy I know from high school is playing a show in WeHo.” “Do you need me to watch Chris?” Buck asked, trying really hard to not sound bitter because he isn't. He’d gladly hang out with Chris. “No, no, he’s got a sleepover. I wanted you to come with me. Sophia heard about the show and bought me tickets without telling me,” Eddie huffed out another laugh.  “Y-yeah I’m free. I can pick you up?” “We can grab an Uber from my place. He doesn’t go on until 10, but we could go early and check out some of the other acts?” “Sounds good,” Buck ducked his head so Eddie wouldn’t see him blush. He bit his tongue to hold back the second half of his sentence - the part of him that wanted to say ‘it’s a date’.

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#buddie wip #tease tidbit tuesday #buddie #my wip #wip: cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other

[summerblueringo]

I was watching this interview with Felipe Massa, and here is some trivia about Kimi:

Felipe says Kimi is one of the strangest guys he’s ever met, but that he was a very fair and honest teammate. He wasn’t the type to insist on having things his way, and they could move on easily from any situation.

A big reason why Felipe thought Kimi was strange is that while he was usually quiet and spoke very little, after two glasses of anything he would become extremely chatty and touchy-feely, to the point that you’d have to shut him up if you wanted to get a word in! To quote Felipe: “It happened a lot of times, after a race, seeing him at night at a party and he, damn, he’d stick to you and wouldn’t stop hugging you and talking and telling stories and talking and talking and talking! And you’d be like, ‘Dude, let me talk too!’”

In a separate interview he says that when Kimi joined Ferrari, Jean Todt told him that he could drink if he wanted, but that he didn’t want to read tabloid stories about him falling down drunk in clubs like at McLaren. According to Felipe, Kimi respected that request and the team and no such stories were heard during his time there.

During January 2008 at Madonna di Campiglio, Kimi arrived to dinner a little tipsy, and continued drinking there. Michael Schumacher was also there at the same table (full of F1 and MotoGP drivers), wearing boots, leather trousers and a big metal belt buckle that made him look "like a cowboy" in Felipe's own words. A drunk Kimi decided to mess with him and started calling him “Texas Ranger.” At first Michael ignored him, but eventually pretended to find it funny because everyone else was laughing.

That same night, presumably after the dinner, Kimi cut the queue for the cable car. The trip down the snowy mountain took about ten minutes, and at the end he got out of it… naked. In negative 5/6 degrees Celsius. The man operating it (a ~70 year old Italian man), upon seeing the newest Ferrari world champion naked, exclaimed “Mamma mia! Mamma mia!”

Felipe says that Kimi mellowed out a lot after having kids, and that he’s a very hands-on father. One time Kimi’s son was playing with Felipe's son, and Kimi was keeping an eye on him by himself.

Some other tidbits I found interesting:

When Felipe was a child, Ayrton Senna refused to give him an autograph. That stayed with him for the rest of his life, and he has never been able to refuse a child an autograph. One time he was in a car with Michael Schumacher and there were a lot of people asking for autographs outside. One of them was a little boy, tapping on the car window. After a while of Michael not reacting, Felipe couldn't stand it and eventually nudged him and asked him to give the boy an autograph. Michael did so (and gave more people autographs in the process), and later when Felipe shared his experience, Michael told him he'd been right.

Felipe believes that Fernando Alonso knew about Crashgate. He doesn't have any proof and Fernando denied it when he brought it up (jokingly, Felipe said something like "that time you fucked me over"), but just from knowing him as a teammate Felipe is sure he knew.

One time Felipe peed in Jacques Villeneuve's drinking bottle.

#the main reason i posted this is bc of the texas ranger thing bc that's one of the first bits of F1 lore i learned lol #felipe is legit such a gossip. you ask him about x and he'll throw in y and q as well #like at some points i was like omg felipe SHUT UP THIS ISN'T YOUR BUSINESS DON'T SAY THAT NO ONE ASKED #anyway #felipe massa #kimi räikkönen #t

[devirnis]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

tagged by @daffi-990 MWAH <333

short little tease from a prompt fill I'm working on for @exhuastedpigeon - I'm taking some liberties with the prompt but hopefully it satisfies!

“Eddie,” Buck whispers – or, well, Chimney thinks he’s trying to whisper, but Buck’s at that stage of tipsy where he’s lost control of his volume. “How come you never do that for me?” Eddie blinks at him, confused. “Do what for you?” “That.” Buck gesticulates wildly towards Chimney and Maddie, nearly knocking his wine over in the process; Eddie just manages to pull the glass to safety. “Brush my hair behind my ears.”

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#tease tidbit tuesday #tag games #911 #mywip

[sometimesanalice]

Where did Bradley and Sweet Girl go for their honeymoon? I can stop thinking about them 🩵

They spend 3 weeks in Italy! They start in the North with Verona and Venice before working their way South, making stops in Florence and Rome, before ending in the Amalfi Coast.

They’re drinking good coffee and wine and eating pasta! There are lots of late nights and lazy mornings in bed. The morning light really is different in Italy.

Bradley is a bit of a history buff, so he is dropping tidbits as they explore Venice. (And while he’s happy for the couple they see get engaged under the Bridge of Sighs he’s also side eyeing it because that history is terribly unromantic). On their third night there, they both get tipsy off a couple bottles of Bardolino wine, and she flashes him on the Ponte delle Tette and later they get wolf whistled at because that secluded corner he’s crowded her into to make out afterwards isn’t that secluded. (Amóre!) 🥰

In Florence, they’re holding hands as they check out the Uffizi, picnicking along the river, and getting gelato at least twice a day. They buy Mav a leather jacket at the leather market as a thank you for watching Duck while they’re away. She surprises him with a cooking class. They really pack in all the exploring and cultural experiences in the first two weeks.

And the last week at the Amalfi Coast is spent at the seaside swimming and relaxing. Bradley gets to read a book cover to cover for the first time in what feels like years. And on one of their last full days there they hire a boat for the day, and take in the views with an aperol spritz (or two or three).

Bradley’s curls get all sunkissed in the golden glow of the Italian sunshine and he gets freckles on his shoulder. Even though she has the brush on powder sunscreen stick in her purse, his nose still gets sunburned and stays pink for most of the trip.

He loves seeing her sundress collection, and she thrives with him wearing those 5 inch inseam shorts. But she really does him in when they go to one of the beach clubs and he sees her high cut bikini bottoms with her butterfly tattoo on full display. (She absolutely knew what she was doing with that one, especially since now there’s a recently tattooed BB tucked next to them 🤗)

#but really Bradley in those euro cut shorts does something to me #the souvenirs for their family and friends ends up in her suitcase #and all the Italian lingerie they picked up along the way ends up in his 🤭 #Bradley and sweet girl #inbox 💌 #answered asks #let’s talk headcanons

[bhaalbaaby]

Saw you had your asks open and I had to ask! How do you imagine the gang + Gortash and Raphael (if u can) being tipsy? Do they have a good resistance to alcohol or are they v drunk with just one drink?

lol this is a cute request! i wasn't quite sure about raphael, but i hope you like it ♥

gale would not be a lightweight. i think when he first started to drink he would have been, but he went overboard after his accident and breaking up with Mystra and now will restrain himself to one glass of wine to keep his mind clear. if he does get tipsy, he can vary from self-destructive and self-deprecating to reciting poetry with wyll and volo.

wyll is also not a lightweight. he however can get pessimistic most of the time with self doubt, asking the others if he's doing enough. he also will cry if he gets too drunk. if someone else is in a better mood, they may be able to convince him to tell tales of his glory rather than wallow in pity.

lae'zel can definitely hold her liquor, but she gets cocky and rough. she is the type to try to fight anyone because of her liquid courage. she also gets friskier and will voice it to anyone who talks to her that she wants them.

shadowheart likes to think she isn't a lightweight but after two glasses of wine, she's giggling and gossiping. she still may have her wits about her, with her investigation skills coming out to play. she does get a little argumentative too if you do not do what she says or share your own gossip, but there will be no bloodshed lol

karlach is also rowdy but with a let's party vibe. she will be dancing no matter what asking for the bard to play all the songs as she sings, slurring her words, and making up new lyrics. she will cry however towards the end, exclaiming how much she loves everyone and how they're her best friends no matter what.

astarion is not a lightweight and can handle his liquor with ease. when he's a little tipsy, he will get a little gossipy with shadowheart, sharing who he thinks is sleeping with who and tidbits of camp drama he wants to stir up. he also will join karlach in with singing and giving gale all the critiques for his drunken poetry.

halsin rarely imbibes, but when he does, he is the friskiest one. he will be telling tales of his life as a druid in faerun and in the middle of it, make out with the nearest and consenting person which happens to be shadowheart twice 👀 all the while cheering everyone else along for their liveliness, helping him feel younger.

minthara is surprisingly on the same wavelength as karlach, the liquor letting her loosen up. she is funny when she is sober in her own way, but when she's had a few drinks, she becomes a comedian. she likes to be back up to karlach when it comes to singing, but will heckle gale if he shares his poetry.

gortash won't drink in front of others, maybe one or two drinks, but not enough to make him drunk or tipsy. he would want to see how everyone acts when their inhibitions are lowered and what they'd be willing to do under the influence so he can use that in the future.

raphael would be similar to gortash as there is also nothing strong enough to him to make him tipsy in the mortal realms. i think depending on who he wants to make a contract with, he would pretend however to make them trust him and use their lowered senses to make them do his bidding or spin contracts and webs that will benefit himself

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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier | Ep 7. Not Goodbye

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Chapter Summary: Evie realizes that her time is running out. To do what? She doesn’t know. But she has one last night to find out. That is until— Well. It’s too late now. Tito flies home and wonders if that will be the worst mistake of his life.

A/N: You can refer to cover page for the series summary, author's notes, tropes, general warnings and other fun tidbits. This series contains mature themes. Minors DNI. Warning: this contains mature to explicit content (basically soft pore corn) involving dry humping on a public staircase outside of a club. Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team.

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Not Goodbye

Evie — April 20

The team has rented out the entire rooftop area of the Joy District for their end-of-season celebration. Everyone’s here: players, staff, management. Friends and family were invited to join after the private dinner. 

By the time Evie and her friends arrive, it’s packed, chaotic, loud, and sweaty in the only way a group of hockey players could be. Even little Connor Bedard's having a good time despite his bright yellow ‘Do Not Serve’ wristband that he’s being ceaselessly chirped for.

Tito comes bounding over as soon as they're through the rope partition.

“Hey!” he says, giving a quick hug to Evie’s friends before picking her up and spinning her around.

“Um, hi?” she giggles.

“Hi, chouchou,” Tito murmurs privately in her ear, “I’m happy you’re here.”

He sets her down and tucks her firmly under his arm as they follow her friends to the bar. Leanne throws her a look over her shoulders, but luckily, despite her being pretty tipsy and loose-lipped already, she doesn’t say anything. Evie shrugs.

For a while, they just mingle, enjoying the company while slowly sipping on their drinks. Evie hasn’t had much to drink tonight. In her spaghetti strap mini-dress, Evie's colder than she expected to be; the only source of heat is Tito’s solid body against her side. They’re talking to Jason when Evie sidles in closer to him, prompting him to pull her in tighter. 

The drag of his calloused hand over her arm sends a shiver down her spine that she couldn't suppress.

Tito stops mid-sentence and tips his head close to her ear. “You cold, Evie?” His brows are furrowed with concern.

Her eyes dart to Jason before jumping back to him. “Uh… yeah. Just a little. I’ll be okay, though.”

He doesn’t seem satisfied; he takes off his jacket and helps her into it. Jason watches on, a knowing and bemused expression on his face before he nods to Tito. “Why don’t you guys head inside for a bit? Warm up on the dancefloor or something.”

Evie and Tito both shrug simultaneously.

“Sure,” Evie says after a beat of hesitation.

Evie doesn’t see the wink Jason sends to Tito or the warning glare Tito sends back because her eyes are caught on Kelsey, Leanne, and Alandra huddled together across the room, staring at them conspiratorially with suspicious grins on their faces. They all laugh when she shows them her middle finger.

Evie turns back to Tito, though, when he places his hands on her waist to steer her out of the event area and into the crowded interior of the club. When they eventually make it deep enough onto the dancefloor that they're relatively hidden from any prying eyes, he spins her around.

They sway awkwardly for a moment as they adjust to the different atmosphere. The pulsing bass and rhythmic writhing of bodies feel different without the blur of alcohol in her veins.

Just staring into Tito’s soft eyes, standing a foot apart, makes her breath catch in her throat. The thought that in under twelve hours, he’ll be stepping on a plane back to Montreal makes all of her breath leave her body. Her heart clenches in her chest so hard she feels herself stumble forward to close the distance.

His hands immediately fly to her face, wiping away the tears she didn’t know has fallen.

“Hey… Hey, whoa,” Tito says, “Evie… Mon chou, what’s wrong?” 

When his expression crumples as he scans her face, she knows that he's thinking about tomorrow, too. He bites his lip hard, and she can see the thoughts flying through his head.

She rests her hands on his wrists and nudges them free of her face. She gives the palms of each hand a gentle kiss before placing them back down on her waist with a gentle squeeze. She shakes her head and holds his gaze, trying to communicate the depth of her feelings without having to say a word.

She threads her arms around his neck and pulls him closer so that they're pressed forehead-to-forehead, nose-to-nose. They breathe in each other’s air as they start swaying to the music, letting this moment fill in the spaces in their minds that the overwhelming sense of loss takes up.

Inevitably— it could be a minute or an hour later— their lips meet in the middle. Neither of them knows who really closes the gap, but it doesn’t matter.

The kiss starts gentle and reverent, full of everything they're both feeling, but it only takes a second for it to become desperate and punishing. They're being jostled by the people around them on the dance floor, but it barely even registers as they press into each other so tightly they’re almost fused together. The loud bass of the music covers their frenetic and guttural sounds as they allow themselves to explore.

Evie doesn’t notice them moving across the dancefloor until she feels a brick wall bump up against her back. She opens her eyes and drops her head back against the cool surface, hoping it will slow the flames lapping at her skin.

Their eyes meet for a second, Tito sending her a lewd smile before he drops his head to her neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin, his big, solid body pressing her against the wall. Her hands slip from the nape of his neck to expose more of herself, his jacket sliding off her shoulders.

Her fingers drag along the front of his soft white t-shirt until they find the hem. When she rucks up his shirt to get a flat palm onto his bare skin, the sound of his groan in her ear and the feeling of the searing hot skin under her palms makes her mind go hazy with desire.

Suddenly, his soft lips leave her body, as does the pressure along her front. She keens as he rubs his forehead against her bare shoulder. She slides her hand out from under his shirt and tugs at his hair in confusion. He shakes his head and murmurs something into her skin that she can’t hear, his hands rubbing at her sides.

“Tito—” she starts to say before she cuts herself off with an abrupt gasp; her movement makes his hands brush against her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.

That's what finally prompts him to lean back, his wide pupils locking onto hers. “Are you not wearing a bra?”

“No?” she says, confused, “I didn’t want the straps to show, so I— what?”

He knocks his head gently on the wall next to her and lets out a strangled “Fuck.”

“Solou— What?” she says again, still confused as he pulls away from her body. She misses his warmth immediately, just staring at him as he quietly pulls his jacket back onto her shoulders.

“Come on,” he grunts; with a firm grip on her waist, he leads her down the first hallway he sees. 

Her feet carry her, her heart thundering in anticipation as they walk around the corner just past the bathrooms. With no one around, she can hear them both breathing hard. Her eyes adjust to the dim lighting: just a faint purple glow from the hallway on the one side and moonlight shining through the window of the exit door on the other.

He stops after a few further paces and pushes her roughly against the wall, his arms coming to bracket her in. Through her thin silk dress, she can feel every movement of his body as he presses in close.

Evie had always noticed the broad spread of his body when he changed in front of her; she couldn’t help but let her eyes linger. Hell, she would even notice it in a winter coat. That doesn’t stop the sudden, blistering wave of need that rolls through her body when she realizes how much his body engulfs hers.

In this unlit hallway, she can only see the flutter of his thick eyelashes. He leans in impossibly closer, pausing only a millimeter away, so close she can feel his lips move when he says, “Tell me what you want, mon chou.” 

She swallows thickly and arches into him. The possibilities fly through her mind— what doesn’t she want— choking her and making her unable to speak. So she responds the only way she's able: by closing the remaining distance with a bruising kiss.

She hears his hands scrape against the wall beside her like he’s clenching his fists as they lick into each other’s mouths hungrily. She takes advantage of their position by pushing her hands up his shirt again; this time, she's able to feel all the way up his chest, palms brushing over his nipples, provoking a swallowed moan. 

She smirks against his mouth before dragging her nails down his defined chest roughly.

She hears a sharp intake of breath before his lips leave hers, sliding to her ear. “Dangerous game to play, mon chou,” he growls before nipping her earlobe, causing her to jump. 

Unwilling to concede so early, Evie hums back, “Hmm… I don’t know, what would I win?” Her hands, still under his shirt, tweak his nipples lightly.

This time, she gets a deep, wicked chuckle against her neck in response. Tito’s hips pin her in place before reaching under his shirt and grabbing her hands. With no effort from him and, truthfully, no resistance from her, he pins her arms on either side of her head. 

“Maybe we should find out,” he hums before he bites her lower lip, pulling back so that it makes a wet sound when he releases it. He runs his tongue gently over it to soothe the dull sting. She swallows down a moan.

His hands tighten on her wrists. “No, no, mon chou. I wanna hear your moans. Was too loud in there.”

Every single thought she has ever had disappears so fast it makes her dizzy. Their mouths move in tandem, a captivating rhythm that has her rolling her hips into him, seeking more. Immediately understanding, Tito slots his thigh between her legs and applies delicious pressure, relieving the ache there, a wanton moan escaping her lips.

“Good,” he pants.

As their legs become entwined, rocking into each other, chasing friction— she becomes glaringly aware of his hard length straining against the tight black jeans he’s wearing. Her hands jerk against Tito’s unrelenting grasp, desperate to reach down and feel him heavy and hot in her grip.

He's pressing wet, hot kisses to her neck, still grinding languidly against each other when her attention is brutally dragged away from the coiling tension in her body.

Down the hall, she hears a familiar voice slur, “I think the bathroom's this way.”

Tito freezes as the footsteps draw closer.

“Leanne— God fucking dammit— Leanne! You walked past the toilet already. Come on.” Kelsey’s voice cannot have been more than 5 feet away from the corner.

They both hold their breath.

After a torturous second, the footsteps start walking back, away from the corner.

They both let out a shaking sigh. Tito releases her hands from the wall, smiling softly at her as he smoothes down his jacket. He takes a couple steps back, and for a moment, she's scared he’s going to suggest they go back to the party.

Instead, he offers his hand, “Come on, let’s go outside,” nodding at the exit door.

It punches through her hazy, sex-drunk mind that he’s giving her the choice in this moment to turn back. Her chest constricts so tightly it hurts; she’s left gasping for breath. On the flushed expanse of her skin, there’s a single cold point of contact: the pendants of his necklace sitting right above her heart. She’s grateful for the poor lighting when she feels her eyes well up with fondness. 

Fuck, they shouldn’t— she shouldn’t be doing this.

She draws in a slow, steadying breath and just holds it, hoping it takes the overwhelming emotion down with it.

She has one night. One last night. And she’s going to make the most of it. Even if it feels a little wrong, and a little like a lie of omission, and a little like taking advantage of him. She doesn’t want to ask what this means for them. She doesn’t want to talk at all right now. She just wants to feel. 

And what she feels is her body thrumming like a spring, coiled too tight: the soreness in her lips, the heat of her skin, the dampness in her shorts. She feels the lingering sensations in all the places he has touched, and she just wants.

The air she was holding rushes out of her. Inside her, the spring releases, and the dam breaks; it crashes into her so forcefully she stumbles. 

She just fucking wants.

When she grabs his outstretched hand, she pulls him back in without hesitation.  She backs him towards the door with every kiss she presses to his lips. When she feels him bump into it, she pushes him roughly through.

There’s a moment when they just look at each other, breathing heavily. 

When she slams their bodies together again, her skin feels like it’s burning up, heat spreading from every single point of contact between their two bodies. Evie's sure nothing has ever felt so molten hot as she does right now, pressing him against the railing of the back staircase.

Tito’s jacket slides down again, exposing a vast expanse of skin to the evening air. She doesn’t even notice the chill when he runs his tongue along her collarbone. 

She wants to get closer.

She wants more.

She needs more.

As if reading her mind, his hands slide down her back, coming to rest under her ass. With a pointed tug, she jumps into his solid arms. She feels a little wild thinking about the ease with which he carries her weight. She doesn’t even open her eyes when Tito moves them to the stairs, their lips never parting as he sits down and positions her in his lap. Her knees touch the cold, smooth steel, pulling a gasp from her lips.

Tito pauses, gaze suddenly soft, “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

She gazes at him meaningfully, letting his jacket fall to the platform behind her, and she readjusts herself to be even closer. From this angle, she can feel him through his jeans, pressing against her.

“There are so many things I’d let you do to me, but right now, I just need to come.” She purposefully grinds down.

The heat roars through her body as she gets to watch Tito close his eyes and drop his head back against the cool metal, swearing. Her gaze rakes over him as he bites his lip and swallows thickly before taking a deep breath.

When he opens his eyes again, the tender concern has shifted to heated arousal; his eyes trail meaningfully down her body as he brushes her hair over her shoulders and grazes over her necklace. His touch against her skin is so light, it’s maddening. His finger trails down the line of her body, in the valley of her breasts, and over the smooth silk covering her belly before infuriatingly skipping over where she wants him most. 

An uncontrolled whimper escapes her lips. Tito smirks as he grips her thighs, his hands sliding reverently up her thighs, savoring the smooth skin, until his fingers run along the seam of her shorts.

He shifts, closing the distance. Evie doesn’t need to be told to tilt her head to give him better access as he begins to mouth at her neck.

“What are these?” he mumbles between kisses, his fingers snapping the hem of the shorts a little.

“Modesty shorts,” she manages to say through the haze in her mind.

He snorts, pausing at her neck. “Modesty shorts?” he asks incredulously.

“Yeah. This dress is really short. You want everyone here to see my ass?”

He grunts, sliding his hand up her thigh before palming her ass in his hands. He continues his attack on her neck and chest and uses his grip on her cheeks to grind her into him. They simultaneously gasp at the sensation. She buries a hand in his hair, giving it a sharp tug to bring his lips back to hers. She uses the other to grip his toned shoulder for balance as they settle into a lazy rhythm. 

For a long time, they just hold each other as they grind, lips clashing and tongues sliding messily. His blunt fingernails dig into the meat of her ass, and she clings tightly to him as if they’re both afraid the other would disappear if they let go.

Eventually, though, the unrelenting friction becomes too maddening, and they both start seeking their highs. As their minds become too unfocused to kiss, they just pant into their shared air, breathy moans falling freely from their lips. 

Tito’s hands slide from her ass to grip her hips, the bruising pressure of his fingers giving them more leverage. Evie uses her grip on his hair to nudge his mouth further south. He leaves a trail of saliva down to the neckline of her dress, suckling and biting at her neck, collarbone, and chest. 

One of his hands leaves her hip, his touch traveling under her dress to finally palm her breast, kneading as his calloused thumb rubs roughly over her pebbled nipple. She gasps as her head falls back, the sensations bordering on overwhelming. His head comes to rest against her chest, savoring the fullness of one breast while he rolls the other nipple between his fingers.

Against her chest, he murmurs against her skin, “Fuck. Fuck. Evie— Fuck.” His hand returns to hold her hip in place as he grinds up towards her in an increasingly frantic rhythm. One hand slides over her thigh to provide more targeted pressure with his thumb. 

He barely has time to work on her clit before she feels her gut clench and her muscles seize, moans of his name pouring from her freely. Through the shockwaves, her hazy mind hears the guttural groans Tito makes against her chest right before he stills beneath her, adding a warmth to the mess between them.

They stay entangled for a while, catching their breaths. Tito peppers light kisses on her collarbone as she runs her hands through his hair, trying fruitlessly to smooth it back down, his curls staying fluffy and wild. 

The absurdity of the moment hits her then, and she feels a fit of giggles take over her. Beneath her, she can hear him laughing, too, chest rumbling as he wraps his arms around her tightly in a hug.

After a moment, the dampness between the two of them starts to feel a little too gross, and the cold air starts to give her a chill. She taps Tito on the shoulder and smiles at his beaming face when he leans back.

“I can’t believe you just made me come in my pants like a fucking teenager. I don’t think I’ve done that in like ten years,” he laughs, shaking his head in awe. He adjusts her necklace reverently.

She laughs and stands up, her knees feeling raw and sore from the cold, metal stairs— they’re smooth, so probably only bruises tomorrow. Not that she cares. She holds her hand out to help him stand up.

“Come on, let’s go home,” she says softly.

He smiles. “Yes, please. Home sounds perfect.”

Evie looks up at him through her eyelashes when she bends down to pick up his jacket. She holds his gaze when she drags a finger through the wet mess that covers the front of his pants. Smirking, she sucks the finger in her mouth, licking it clean before releasing it with a pop.

His eyes squeeze shut, and he groans loudly. He reaches down and pulls her up. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she hears him mumble as he helps into the jacket, “you’re going to be the fucking death of me.” 

Tito holds the door open for her, and she giggles as she steps back inside, pulling out her phone from his jacket pocket to order the Lyft.

That’s when she sees it, stopping her dead in the dim hallway as she feels her stomach drop to the floor.

15 missed calls. 

At least 30 text messages from Kelsey. Each increasingly more panicked than the last.

There’s only a slight relief that the last message came in just a minute ago.

Her ears are ringing and she only realizes Tito is speaking when he shakes her gently by the shoulders. When she looks up, his eyes are wide with concern and panic.

“—okay? Evie? What’s wrong?” 

She shows him her phone quickly, watching his face drop. She immediately calls Kelsey as soon as she has her phone back.

“Kels— What’s wrong? I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Is everything okay?”

“It’s Lee. Something’s wrong. I don’t— Are you sober enough to drive?”

“Yeah, where are you?”

“Out front.”

“Okay, I’ll be two minutes.”

She hangs up, and runs back out the door they just came through.

“Evie,” she hears Tito chasing after her, “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” she yells over her shoulder, “Something— Lee— I don’t know.”

She’s flying down the stairs as fast as she can, sprinting to the front of the building as soon as her feet touch the asphalt. She sees a small group gathered in front of the club. The bile rises up in the back of her throat; she swallows it down. There’s no time for that.

She shrugs off the jacket and pushes it at Tito, looking at his crotch meaningfully as they approach the group.

“What happened?” she yells as soon as she’s close enough.

Jason Dickinson turns first, a limp Leanne in his arms. She then sees Nick Foligno comforting a crying Kelsey. Alandra's peeking out from behind them, her eyes wide as she looks at them approaching.

“What the fuck happened?” Evie asks again as she approaches the group. 

Kelsey sobs, “I don’t know. I told her not to close the door.”

“What?” she hears Tito say behind her. Jason and Alandra exchange a look.

Alandra finally speaks up. “We don’t really know what happened, but she passed out cold in the bathroom. And she threw up. We got her out, but she still hasn’t come to. They aren’t being fucking helpful at all, and the ambulance apparently is too busy for a drunk girl, so it’s going to take them over an hour.” She throws a dirty look over her shoulder at the club and scowls.

Nick jumps in. “Look, John— Reese lives a couple blocks away, and he’s got a car. Bedsy was the only one sober enough to drive. So he went to get it. It’s going to be quicker to just drive her to the ER. Bedsy can probably drive if needed, but he’s just a kid. It would be better if you—”

“Yeah, yeah. I can do it,” Evie jumps in immediately, nodding.

“Are you sure?” Nick says, leveling her with a serious look.

“Yeah— Yes. I only had, like, one drink, and that was ages ago. I can drive.”

Nick nods, and there's a sigh of relief in the group as Connor pulls into the curb. 

Tito leans in close to her. “Here, give me the keys. I can drive. You sit with them in the back.”

She stares at him as people move around them, placing Leanne next to a still-crying Kelsey in the black seat.

He leans in and says gently, “You know I’m not drunk. You know. So, give me the keys, chouchou. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers. Tito takes the keys and walks around the back of the car to the driver's seat, talking with Nick about something.

Alandra catches her elbow as she moves to step into the car. “Here,” she presses something soft into her hand, “Take this.”

Evie looks at her, confused. Alandra flicks her eyes down to her chest before squeezing her elbow again.

Evie looks down and sees the litany of hickeys that trail down her chest.

Oh.

She pulls on the hoodie.

Tito — April 21

Tito didn't sleep a single second, the evening playing over and over in his head. He stared at the empty bed and couldn’t bring himself to even get in it without Evie there. So he just took a shower and packed the last of his belongings.

He buries his face in his hands when he finally sits down. He hopes that maybe if he sits there long enough, his brain will supply something positive. Anything.

Every time he feels his traitorous mind wandering, every time a faint wave of desire licks at his consciousness, his stomach twists. If he could’ve just controlled himself, they wouldn’t have been on that staircase when her friends needed her.

With his eyes closed, he can still see the way she looked at him outside the ER as she told him to go home. Evie didn’t need to say a word. He could see the pain and regret on her face so clearly that it was burned onto his retina. It doesn’t really matter why that look was on her face. It was still his fault.

God, fuck. What has he done?

He knew she had been struggling with her mood recently. He knew because she had said that just the night before as she lay on the couch while he picked up his stuff from around her apartment. She didn’t say what was getting her down, but that doesn’t really matter. What matters is that he knew she was sad.

He also knew that she had no interest in being romantically attached to anyone. That she still wanted more time to process the end of her last relationship. Just because he had gotten attached doesn’t mean she has. It was unfair of him to conceal how he felt and still do what he did.

And fuck, she’s his best friend. He had told her as much. Which made the look seared into his memory all the more painful, knowing that even if things had gone differently, she probably would still regret it by now. Probably even more so.

What, the fuck, has he done?

He wanted her warm body pressed against his. He wanted her lips on his. He wanted to hear all the sounds she would make. God, he wanted so much more than what he got on those stairs. If he’s honest, he still does. 

The guilt curls heavily in his stomach.

She needed someone to be there for her. And he just wanted her in his bed— well, their— her bed. He justified it in the moment because it would’ve been one night. One inconsequential night for her— it’s not like she wouldn’t just hook up with someone else if she wanted to. He wanted just this one night for himself. 

He thinks he’s going to be sick. 

He’s contemplating just making himself throw up when he hears a key in the lock. He stands up so fast that he almost knocks over his half-drunk cup of tea.

“Hey,” he says softly as she walks into the room. She looks rumpled and tired, but she seems okay. His eyes catch on the 16, instead of 91, on the shoulder of her hoodie, and he forces himself to rip his eyes away. “How is she?”

Evie smiles at him so softly, “She’s okay. They discharged her a little while ago, so Kels and I took her home. Kelsey’s staying with her now ‘cause they know you’re leaving this morning.”

As she talks, she closes the distance between them and wraps him in a hug, tucking her head under his chin. He squeezes her tight to his aching chest; he thinks it might be less painful to just break his arm again. 

“She’s going to be okay, right?” he mumbles into her hair.

“Yeah, yeah. We think she just drank too much on an empty stomach. She’s probably going to have to lay off the alcohol for a bit.”

They lean into each other and just stand there, embracing for some time. Tito tries to breathe in as much of her perfume as he can, committing it to memory.

Eventually, Evie takes a small step back and turns to survey her apartment; there’s a sharp intake of breath when her eyes land on his suitcases by the door.

“You’re all ready for your flight?” her voice strained as she looks away from him.

“Yeah,” he replies shakily.

“Damn, this really is it then,” her voice is so quiet he can barely hear her.

“Evie— Chou— No, don’t say it like that,” his voice breaking at the end. He can’t help but step in behind her and wrap his arm tightly around her waist.

She clears her throat. “I know, I know. It’s not goodbye. We will still— It just won’t be the same when you’re not here,” her wobbly voice breaking.

He spins her back around and holds her face gingerly so that he can make eye contact. “Hey— We will still talk every day. I’ll text you so much it’s going to be so annoying.”

She lets out a small hiccup, and he pulls her into his chest again firmly. He holds her, rocking slightly, as she cries. He presses gentle kisses to her temple and whispers assurances against her hair.

When the notification pings that his driver's on their way, they're still standing there, gently rocking.

“Hey, chouchou. I’m so sorry, but my Lyft's going to be here in like five minutes,” he says as gently as he can.

She steps back and lets out a wet gasp. “Oh my god, your shirt! Oh no.”

He looks down at the makeup and tear stains on his shoulder and shrugs, “I’ll survive. I’ve got at least twenty other shirts that look basically the same.”

He pulls the shirt over his head and decides to just slip on the hoodie he had planned to wear on the plane anyway. When his head pokes through the top, he sees that she’s staring. Ah, she probably noticed the crescent of bruises on his shoulder in the shape of her fingertips. He swallows the bile down quickly and hopes she’s not too upset.

Her eyes are so wide when she opens her mouth to say, “Look last night—”

He cuts her off, his heart thundering in his chest. “Hey, it’s okay. Mon chou, you don’t need to—”

“But— I just want to— I’m sorry—”

“Chou, you really don’t have to—” His chest feels so tight he thinks he’s going to stop breathing any moment now.

“That it happened—”

“Evie, don’t.” His voice comes out louder than he intended. He squeezes his eyes shut and sighs. “Please.”

“Oh, okay.” She looked taken aback, expression pinched in pain.

His phone rings at that moment, and he pulls it out to see his driver pulling up to the building soon.

“Goddammit. Look, the driver's here. We will talk all the time, okay?”

“Okay,” she nods.

He squeezes her arm as he gathers up the last of his things.

“Solours, you forgot your hoodie,” she points at the kitchen stool from next to the doorway.

“I’m pretty sure that hoodie's yours now,” he chuckles before walking over to her and tapping the 16 on her chest, “Make sure you give this back to Jason, though.”

She laughs wetly, rolling her eyes, “I will.”

They hug in the doorway of her apartment for a long moment as he drops a lingering kiss on her temple, taking one last inhale of her scent.

When they part, he sends her a small smile. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she smiles back, nodding.

He only looks back at her, waiting in the doorway three times as he waits for the elevator.

Tito holds it together until he’s in his window seat on the plane. As he watches Chicago grow smaller beneath him, he cries silently into the edge of his hoodie the entire flight. He wonders if he just made the biggest mistake of his life.

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I can’t wait for sejanus to get too comfortable with corio and think things are going in a romantic direction for their relationship lmao are his parents aware of his crush on corio and how this can possibly play out 😂

okay so I have THOUGHTS on this! More Avox!Coriolanus tidbits for y'all!!!!

Ma Plinth noticing Sejanus remaining close to Coriolanus, glad that her son is treating his friend kindly despite the circumstances

Ma Plinth realising that there's something more going on, at least from Sejanus' end, and as his mother she sees the absolute best in Sejanus At All Times, and assumes there was something between them at school and they are tragic star-crossed lovers

Ma Plinth lets Sejanus keep Coriolanus in his room (when he really should be dusting or doing the mopping up or smth) because she wants to make her son happy

Strabo turning a blind eye; being less optimistic than his wife, but understanding that Sejanus and Coriolanus were close

Strabo looking for Sejanus in the house to talk to him about university or whatever and hearing ~noise~ coming from his room

Honestly I think that Strabo wouldn't 100% trust Sejanus around Coriolanus alone

I could see Strabo cornering Coriolanus, and Coriolanus thinking he's going to get punished for doing smth wrong but Strabo just tells him "you don't have to agree to do whatever Sejanus asks you to, especially if it's something that makes you uncomfortable. I am your employer, you can come to me if you need to"

(lol i like to think that Strabo sees the Avoxes as his employees even tho they're his LITERAL SLAVES)

We have to remember that Strabo and Ma Plinth aren't hardened Capitol citizens, so I think they have the decency to treat their Avoxes well. I don't think Strabo would particularly give Coriolanus preferential treatment, but I don't think he's cruel.

In terms of Sejanus' crush:

In this 'verse, I think that there was something going on between Sejanus and Coriolanus prior to Games

Most likely the beginnings of a situationship

Sejanus was very much infatuated with Coriolanus, and Coriolanus had major commitment issues and fed into Sejanus' feelings because they validated his ego, without necessarily reciprocating romantic feelings for Sejanus

Now that Coriolanus is an Avox, however:

Sejanus tries to take care of / favour Coriolanus, and of course Coryo leans into this because he is desperate for affection and reassurance being so Heavily Traumatised

I think in the beginning, Sejanus is genuinely being kind to Coryo out of the goodness of his own heart, and because of a deep guilt he feels about Coriolanus' situation

Once Coriolanus settles into the Plinth household and makes himself useful, he is quite happy to take orders because he gets a self-esteem boost from doing well at his chores

But Coriolanus' pathological obedience means that he agrees to whatever Sejanus asks of him

It starts off with Sejanus asking if they want to spend time together, if Coriolanus wants to read with him

Slowly the requests get a little. . . weirder. Sejanus asking if Coriolanus wants to stay in his room overnight after they watch a Capitol news broadcast, if Coriolanus wants to share some leftover posca in the kitchens after Plinth dinner party

and Coriolanus isn't stupid, he knows what Sejanus is doing

But if he refuses? He'll have failed at his 'job', he'll upset his only source of comfort in the world. It's too risky to refuse Sejanus

Sejanus on the other hand thinks that Coriolanus is agreeing to these requests because they're simply suggestions of spending time together because they're still friends, right?

Maybe they could be more than friends?

So when Sejanus goes further, kisses Coriolanus after they're both tipsy on leftover posca, it feels natural. There's nothing wrong with what he's doing. They care about each other. Coriolanus takes care of him all the time, cleaning his room, helping with university homework. Sejanus should take care of him.

When it happens, Coriolanus just follows Sejanus' lead. He doesn't want to know what would happen if he refuses

#snowjanus #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #Avox!Coriolanus #snowjanus angst #headcanon #my headcanon #fic idea #my fic

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Honestly guys? I went out with some friends drinking rather than watch this episode as it aired. Good choice, I think I needed to watch it a little tipsy.

So my tomgreg thoughts are basically all over the map. Their dynamic is steady (aka getting no air time), meanwhile Tom and Shiv are rekindling some crazy ass flirting, and then some? It's all very boring imo, they had three seasons plus their entire courtship that we never saw prior to the series airing for this stuff.

The only interesting tidbit is that Tom wanted money and so he chose Logan (money) over Shiv (love). Was it love though? Remember when he said he married Shiv for love while talking with Kendall and his response was something like "oh, sure." — very disbelieving. Shiv's response to running away... what even was that? I know Tom brought up something like that before with her, and she brushed it off...

So my random likely impossible theory? Tom will break the cycle and run away with Greg for love. He actually loves Greg over materialistic things but it will take a few more pushes to get there; he has chosen Greg time and time again to confide in and doesn't like who he is, and once Shiv actually is offering him the money (aka replaces Logan) Greg becomes his Shiv...?? And Greg? He's already followed Tom for love. He's done things for Tom without any explanation (signing the NDA and "shaking hands with the devil" without any details offered).

I am waiting for some big reveal because otherwise what was it all for? You don't start a dynamic from episode one with "would you kiss me?" and build it up over an entire series without any payout.

#tomgreg

[bobbie-robron]

Robron Fanfiction Recommendations (Dec-2023)

The below were recommended on Twitter in Dec-2023.

Discovered (2016) 13.1K words, robron_til_the_end

It’s April 2015 and Robert and Aaron are on their own enjoying themselves at Home Farm until Chrissie comes back early only to find them in bed together revealing their affair. This being Robert, he does the usual to convince Chrissie to stay with him and that Aaron was a mistake. In the end, Chrissie gives him an ultimatum… leave the village with her or they are through. What will Robert’s decision be and will he regret it in the end?

Oh, cause I need you to see that you are the reason (2018) 3.0K words, storiesthatmakeus

It’s time for Reunion 2.0! The club setting remains as does the pointless one being effectively and promptly dumped by Aaron but that’s where things change. A taxi drive back to the village and Aaron doing his best to get his soulmate/husband back while the rain falls on them.

Robron: Evening classes (2016) 12.7K words, jdinglemonkey

Aaron decides to take an evening dance course and the lecturer is Robert which he becomes smitten with quickly. But Robert has a dark past with a broken heart which makes it difficult for the two to make progress, on the personal side that is. When Aaron is told what Robert’s past holds and why he left the village, will it too much to move forward together?

This is How it Could Have Gone (2015) 3.6K words, dirtylittlegreasemonkey

We all know how Robert and Aaron started out those early weeks in 2014. Now, here, we have three scenarios where things happened differently (no need to go into detail, is there?): Mates? Join me if you want? The callout to the layby. Enjoy!

It’s a beautiful sound, It’s a beautiful noise series (2018) 10.6K words, andyyouknowitis

A set of three stories focusing on Robert and Aaron after their reunion including focus on finding balance in their lives, struggling with money, Robert getting gifts from the heart from Aaron, Aaron’s worry about failing both Liv and Sebastian, and a reflective look over the course of a year ending with Sebastian’s absence in their lives. Cannon compliant (mostly) with more texture added to flesh out moments.

The Green Eyed Monster (2018) 2.9K words, coffeeandghostwriting

Reunion 2.0. The girl squad (Robert’s sister, Vanessa and Tracy) take Robert to Bar West to help him ‘move on.’ That might not be so easy especially when Aaron shows up not liking his husband/ex (he can’t decide) being chatted up (while he himself is there with the pointless one and his mates). A bit different ending. Also includes a side focus on Vanessa and Charity.

Music is a window to the soul series (2016) 7.7K words, RobronForever

Two stories in this series taking place before the trial starts with both Aaron and Robert learning more about the other through songs. First, while helping Robert’s sister, Aaron hears a song that reminds him of Robert but wants to keep that tidbit from reaching Robert’s ears. In the second story, Aaron wants to know what is on Robert’s ‘Aaron’ playlist even if it means getting him tipsy to get it…

Broken (2016) 3.4K words, imaginentertain

Robert wants to get the perfect Christmas present for Aaron after the rough year they had but each (extravagant) idea he comes up with, it gets shot down by those he asks close to Aaron. So, what do to? The ideal gift was there all along, it just needed to be pointed out by a certain someone because it’s not gift itself that matters but what the person does for another...

#robron #robron fanfiction #Robron fanfiction recommendations #Robron fanfic Monday #202312

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RHPS AU LORE!!

Hihi i’ve been like,,, gripping onto every fiber of my being debating whether or not i should explore this lore more but i physically cannot hold myself back anymore LOL

That being said, there will be some warnings needed!!

WARNINGS:

- alcohol mentioned

- major character death (well,, major characters as in my ocs LOL)

- war (mentioned briefly)

- slight? spoilers for rocky horror

Tell me if i missed anything else!

This is a copy and paste from a convo i had w a friend so it’s gonna be worded really weird LOL

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Freya and Isadore had frank. they were super duper in love, however freya had very bad anger issues and Isa was constantly called upon to fight in the planet's army. Freya had lots of servants, and often times she'd push off raising frank onto them, and one of those servants happened to be Riff and Magenta!! Frank and the twins quickly became acquainted, as they only had a 3 year age gap. Frank was soon placed into the care of the twins as soon as they were old enough Freya and Isa didn't have much time to see eachother and this made her really resentful towards him. He left for the Army around the same time Magenta and Riff Raff were 18, and it pushed her over the edge. now Riff Raff was gonna be in the army, however he had back problems, so Magenta stepped into this role. Magenta fought alongside Isa and grew to trust him. They talked alot and she learned that he was actually really upset that he didn't spend more time with Freya and Frank. he was genuinely heart broken

Mizer was introduced during this time, but in the form of Viper. She, knowing how close her and the king were, took Magenta hostage. now a lil tidbit,, I have another hc that transylvanians can control something. Magenta can control lightening, Riff can control fire, Frank can control minds, Freya can control people's perception of her, etc etc. The only reason Magenta managed to escape is because she shocked her way out of Viper's hold, which led to her large white streaks and these GIANT scars she has all over her. Magenta went on to basically save all of transylvania and is seen as a huge war hero/the general of the army!!! they both return to the castle, which both are greeted with lots of hugs. Freya and isa's relationship bounces back immediately!!!! until it falls apart again. This happens when frank is 17. After Freya gets a bit tipsy and very very angry , she and Isa get into an argument, and she ends up killing him.

Frank goes to check on his mom only to see, well, his dad dead. He freaks the fuck out and runs to the twins for help. The twins get both the queen helped, as well as the entire scene cleaned up. they don't dare tell anyone what truly happens as it would put them in the exact same place as Isa. After Isa's funeral, Frank and Freya's relationship becomes increasingly rocky (lol). They fight like cats and dogs, usually with Freya having the last say in things. Frank made his plans to leave for earth at 20. His mother hated the fact that he prioritized being a scientist as Isa had said if he didn't want to be royal, he didn't have to be. That only forced them apart more so. Frank left after a REALLY bad argument ("I won't be back unless its for your bloody funeral!!!" - Frank 19something). Freya was overwhelmed with the loss of her husband and her child, so Mizer was hired as a grief counselor for her. Frank didn't totally leave tho, he was living with the twins.

mizer found out where he was living and helped him while keeping this a secret from the queen. she comforted him a lot and gave him knowledge on what she knew about humans. at this point, mizer was now a famous transylvanian scientist as she had article upon article written about human biology. later on that year, Frank and the twins left. the events of rocky horror happened when he turned 30. he dies but is also revived!!! but that would make this really long so I'll keep that out for now jdjansna

Anddd there it is!! it’s no where as in-depth as i’d like, but it covers everything i have thought about consistently! i known that it’s a hugeeee read, but i hope u guys don’t mind!

#twyz #rhps #rhps au #i think this is the first time i have ever written down the entire story #so now a lot of my posts will make sense #hopefully #(really hoping here) #((i can’t stay on track very often and i think my posts abt this au proves it)) #ANYWAYS #the rocky horror show #rocky horror picture show #rocky horror show #rocky horror #frank n furter #Freya Furter (oc) #Dr. Mizer (oc) #Isadore Furter (oc) #Viper (oc) #magenta rhps #riff raff rhps #au post #lore post #txt

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

reading update

what's up gamers, the odds are very slim that I'll be finishing another book before November is over, so let's do a roundup! I've you've been following me literally at all you probably saw me reblog my public shame TBR list at some point, and now we get the #reviews.

what have I been reading?

Histories of the Transgender Child (Jules Gill-Peterson, 2018) - this book is a really incredible piece of historical research, exploring the existence of transgender and gender non-conforming children in the first half of the 21st century. Gill-Peterson threads a great needle of both laying out ways in which trans identity and specifically trans youth were understood in the early decades of trans healthcare, establishing that young transgender people are in no way a modern phenomenon, while also making the strong case that trans youth have been able to exist without complication or medical intervention throughout American history. It's an engrossing medical history, and I would say intensely valuable to anyone who has a vested interest in protecting trans kids' right to autonomy and joy.

Batman: Bruce Wayne - Murderer? (Greg Rucka et al, 2002) - this, to me, is peak Batfamily content. everyone is miserable and nobody is communicating about it because they're all too depressed and bitchy. Bruce gets accused of murder and sent to prison and he decides the only reasonable thing to do is break out and never be Bruce Wayne again, with seemingly no concern about how horrific the consequences will be for his family as long as he gets to keep being Batman. the dysfunction is... fucking delicious. cannot WAIT to read Bruce Wayne: Fugitive, I must know how Brucie baby gets himself out of this one. also, hey, have I mentioned that I miss Babs as Oracle every single day? god, she's just... she's so much cooler as Oracle.

Alive at the End of the World (Saeed Jones, 2022) - Jones is so so so so so so SO good at writing layers of pain and hurt into his poetry. the imagery of apocalypse and protest is infinitely striking, and I was particularly shaken by the recurring series within the book that ended each segment, in which Jones finds himself in his apartment after a reading speaking with a doppelganger who turns out to be his own personified pain. chills!!!! CHILLS!!!!

Elatsoe (Darcie Little Badger, 2020) - I wanted to make a point of reading something a little lighter, because we've been a little #heavy lately, and Little Badger's debut YA novel was perfect for that. while Elatsoe isn't what I'd call flawless - in particular, I have to say that the main characters seem VERY young for 17 year olds, feeling more like middle readers protagonists in most ways - it's an extremely charming book with a lot of really cool ideas. the world is one very like ours but suffused with mythology; ghosts, vampires, and fairies are well-known facts of life integrated seamlessly into the story. it's very cool to see an urban fantasy where the protagonist's parents are totally in on the supernatural and fully supportive of the teen sleuthing without any sketchy ulterior motivations, and I think the tidbit that Lipan folks are able to banish vampires for coming into their home - the entirety of their ancestral lands - without an invitation is one of the coolest twists on vampire lore I've ever seen.

Nature Poem (Tommy Pico, 2017) - I LOVE Tommy Pico's epic poetry (that's a literary term, not an outdated compliment), and I read Nature Poem in what I believe is the way that was intended: all in one evening, still wearing a cute little bodycon dress, glitter, and fishnets after a Halloween party, a little tipsy. as always Pico's voice is impeccable, dry and witty and observant and so, so tired of so much bullshit. the preoccupation of this poem is the idea of nature, specifically writing a poem about it, and Pico's railing against the idea that white poets can write countless poems about nature and only be seen as writing a poem, while he, as a Kumeyaay man, can't write a poem about nature without it being seen as a woo woo magical Native American thing. but it's not just that; no Pico poem is every just one thing, but a smart and circling conversation to drive a point home. I still don't know if I'm liking poetry right but man I know I love Tommy Pico.

The Trouble With Normal: Sex, Politics, and the Ethics of Queer Life (Michael Warner, 1999) - full disclosure: I ordered this book in a feverish haze after it was recommended at a conference by a speaker who was so stupid hot that I nearly had a panic attack about it. we don't have time to unpack all that, but I will say that this was as eye-opening a read as nearly all historical queer texts are. the two things that jumped out at me most were 1.) Warner's well-written argument against the concept of marriage as a whole, with the then-ongoing fight for gay marriage necessarily included, and 2.) the scathing critiques of gay individuals who throw ~weird sexual deviant~ gays under the bus to further their own social standing. INSANE that that's still topical in 2022; can't wait to be quoting a 20+ year old book at people when the kink @ pride discourse starts in 2023.

A Dowry of Blood (S.T. Gibson, 2021) - that's right, it's the TikTok book about Dracula's brides being in a polycule! I figured with a description like that this was either going to be pretty good or bad in fun and interesting ways, and I wasn't disappointed at all. Dowry was a fast, fun read, with a heavy gothy ambiance all the way through. it carries more weight than expected by depicting Dracula himself as a surprisingly realistic abusive partner, a boyfriend from hell who keeps his partners on short leashes with a thinly-veiled threat of death if they ever displease him. if you like your vampires depressed, horny, and wrapped up in deeply unhealthy psychosexual mindgames you will LOVE this.

Into the Riverlands (Nghi Vo, 2022) - this is the latest novella in Vo's Singing Hills Cycle, which I cannot recommend enough to anyone. I didn't initially adore this entry quite as much as When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain or Empress of Salt and Fortune, I think because it felt less immersive. the Singing Hills Cycle tells stories within stories, framed by a cleric named Chih travelling to gather stories across the fictional kingdom in which they live. the first two novellas were much more immersive in their storytelling, and I think I missed having that in Into the Riverlands, but there was a certain reveal near the end that cast the whole thing in a very different light and made me like the setup a lot more. it's also worth noting that given the way this novella deals with larger-than-life martial artists and the way their legends are distorted across time, it reminded me VERY much of The Girl Who Kept Winter - a spectacularly fun read, one that I can't recommend enough.

The World We Make (N.K. Jemisin, 2022) - god DAMN, N.K. Jemisin! I was a little unsure about The City We Became, willing to rank it as my least favorite of Jemisin's books, but the sequel really knocked by socks off. I could hardly put it down, and I'm sad to see the duology ended already - if I'm being totally honest I think this book could easily have been fleshed into two for a trilogy, given how much capital-p-Plot is introduced, but I also really respect how much story Jemisin was able to so slicky introduce and resolve in under 400 pages here. on the whole this is a thriving, fast, fist-pumping love letter to New York City and the power of community in the face of all kinds of evil, and one of the few sequels I feel completely confident calling better than the original.

#bookblr #reading updates

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I have some PersonalTM prompts I've been writing tidbits for here and there and one of them has to do with Faith's experiences with insomnia and how she attempts to deal with it while on the ship. Well let's just say that's what this doodle was supposed to be about until something inside me took over and it became "oh I'm drawing them as drinking buddies again and how they behave around each other when they start getting tipsy-" and then rapidly evolved into "oops I accidentally drew them making out again"

#I swear I actually tried to make a softer more wholesome interaction #the brain worms took over #I debated for a good while whether or not to post cropped or uncropped but alas #y'all don't get to see her bootycheeks tonight #faith and max #my art

[commanderbuffy]

Sees Kris is tipsy and pulls on my horny hat.

*rubs hands together for juicy tidbits*

So far more angsty than horny asks

[bulleanyways]

Smoking Weed in a Tent: Pros, Cons, and Safety Precautions

Hotboxing a vehicle or any encased space can be exceptionally fun, yet it isn't something to gently take. It is feasible to deny yourself oxygen, and breathing more than smoke or carbon dioxide can have unfortunate results. No part of this data is exhortation; continue with your own watchfulness.

What is hotboxing? Commonly, it implies sitting in a vehicle, moving up the windows, and smoking a lot of your number one spice with your companions until the space loads up with weed smoke. There are loads of different spaces you can hotbox (think: restrooms, tents, and even igloos). Favoring those later.

6 Stages for Hotboxing Your Vehicle, Tent, Washroom, etc.

Bring supplies. For our purposes, that implies a silicone bong and a wide assortment of spices. In any case, don't ignore different necessities like water, snacks (munchies are in your future), music, and maybe a trippy light.

Track down an encased space. The more modest it is, the fewer weed individuals included should smoke to make the hotbox. Remember the number of individuals that will smoke. You do, in any case, need some ventilation, or, more than likely, individuals included may not get sufficient oxygen. Awful news.

Flash it up, pass it around, and don't bogart the spice.

Ensure everybody is alright and that you're getting sufficient ventilation. In the event that you're hotboxing a vehicle, break a window. On the off chance that somebody isn't feeling good, open the entryways.

Partake in the trippy climate welcomed on by hotboxing.

The more people group smoking, the simpler it is to hotbox a vehicle, tent, or some other setting.

4 Things to Be aware Before Hotboxing

It might be risky if you don't get sufficient oxygen or breathe in excess smoke. However it sounds faltering, well-being ought to continuously be first.

Whether you're hotboxing a vehicle, a tent, or a washroom, realize that regardless, it will resemble weed for quite a while. Furthermore, in addition to a little: the space will be pervaded with the fragrance of your weed strain. At the end of the day, be deferential. Don't hotbox another person's vehicle without their authorization.

Set everything up: Ensure everybody is agreeable and place on some cool music (or tomfoolery lights). You might have a bite and some water.

However, research from Johns Hopkins College didn't notice a distinction in that frame of mind between individuals hotboxing a vehicle and those in a ventilated region, the experience of sitting in a cleared-out box is unique - and quite trippier.

What Is Hotboxing?

It implies partaking in weed in an encased space, like a vehicle, restroom, tent, or igloo. Hotboxing is best with incredible music, old buddies, and tidbits.

Best practices include ensuring you're in an encased space. However, you can ventilate it without much of a stretch, assuming individuals get excessively stoned or you feel that there isn't sufficient oxygen in the space.

On the off chance that anybody is feeling tipsy, ensure they deeply inhale natural air instead of continuing to breathe in more smoke.

Hotboxing became famous on the grounds that smoking openly is absurd in many spots. Many states with legitimate weed have regulations about smoking pot in broad daylight places — and uphold them. Therefore, many have gone to smoke in their vehicles. Accordingly, the hotbox was born.

How Does Hotboxing Vary from Ordinary Smoking?

As far as one might be concerned, it's notorious. What's more, however, research doesn't show that hotboxing lifts cannabinoid levels (think: THC and CBD); many will validate that hotboxing a vehicle produces solid psychoactive outcomes — for example, it gives a trippy high.

4 Spots You Can Hotbox

Hotboxing a vehicle is exemplary since it may be fixed off and is a little space. It's additionally simple — as long as the proprietor isn't annoyed with the impactful smell of weed.

Smoking in a tent is likewise a possibility for individuals investigating nature. Obviously, the size of the tent and how well it tends to be fixed off will determine how much smoke you want to produce.

Igloos are a whimsical - and wonderful - choice, as well. They're both ideal-sized spaces and have cool air, which is reviving. It can likewise get less smoky than hotboxing a vehicle.

Washrooms are one more simple spot to hotbox on the off chance that the above aren't accessible; however, realize that the odor of weed will keep going for quite a while. Once more, the more modest and more closed a restroom is, the more compelling it will be as a hotboxing scene.

What Is a Jamaican Hotbox?

Incredible inquiry. It implies hotboxing a washroom while turning on the shower to make it damper. Some bear witness to the fact that the moistness changes the experience, making the air heavier and the climate trippier. It's known as a Jamaican hotbox due to Jamaica's unmistakable damp and warm environment and its renowned love for spice.

What Is Hotboxing? A Weed-Smoking Practice

However, a remnant from pre-decriminalization times when marijuana-related violations were dependent upon more extreme disciplines, hotboxing a vehicle, tent, or restroom can, in any case, be a tomfoolery, local area movement. For one's purposes, it's not similar to partaking in a bowl of your spice with your companions, enhanced by trippy smoke.

It additionally advises us that, at its root, weed culture is common: Everything no doubt revolves around sharing, snickering, and smoking with your companions.

Setting up camp and weed would appear to be wonderful accomplices. Also, they are … yet they're unlawful accomplices by and large.

Obviously, that hasn't halted marijuana-adoring campers like me. The way to utilize pot while setting up camp is to be prudent.

We should take several hypotheticals.

Assume you're on an exploring trip in Washington's Glacial mass Pinnacle Wild and you decide to enjoy cannabis mixed edibles, a felony. Would it be a good idea for you to truly stress that an officer may be hiding behind a tree 25 miles from the trailhead?

Or, on the other hand, maybe you're staying in an RV at Cougar Rock Camping area in Mount Rainier Public Park, and you fire up a bowl of premium bloom. Like the so-called tree in the forest, if no other person is near and nobody can see or smell you, would it be advisable for you to accept at least for a moment that you're generally protected from an indictment?

Indeed. Those occurrences both happened the previous summer, and the camper being referred to (it could have been me) pulled it off.

Be that as it may, nobody ought to at any point excuse the gamble of capture for pot offenses while soaking up on government lands, where you face the greatest fine of $5,000 whenever got. Although sporting maryjane is lawful in Washington and Oregon, it's a wrongdoing to consume it in wild regions, public parks, and timberlands.

Furthermore, don't tragically believe that state park camping areas are unique. Despite the fact that smoking cigarettes at your camping area are legitimate at a state park, Washington and Oregon restrict the smoking of cannabis in every public spot, including campsites.

What about smoking inside a tent or an RV at a state park might be said? As indicated by the Washington State Parks and Entertainment Commission, that is as yet a no. You can be referred to whenever discovered toking up, even inside your own safe house.

Confidential camping areas are a touch really lenient. Once more, it's against the law to consume weed out in the open spots, yet you can consume maryjane out of view, say, inside your own RV or tent at a secretly run office.

Obviously, what's unlawful and what will get you referred to are two emphatically various things.

Throughout recent years, my significant other and I have traversed America in an RV, remaining at many public and private campsites. Most are alright for weed utilization as long as you utilize good judgment - and understand that you are taking a chance with capture whenever you get it.

What follows is a rundown of best practices for soaking up your number one weed item in a wonderful camping area setting:

Be circumspect. Try not to consume weed items before different campers or park staff individuals. On the off chance that nobody sees you or scents you, you can't be captured.

Try not to be an irritation. Officers and policing need "reasonable justification" to look through vehicles or individual possessions. By being a model camper - keeping your site spotless and the clamor level down - you will offer no reasonable justification for anybody to allow you another once-over.

Think about utilizing edibles. It's most straightforward to remain unnoticed with pot-mixed confections, drinks, and heated merchandise, which have no scent and draw no consideration. For exploring, numerous palatable items, for example, chewy and hard confections, are ideal since they are lightweight and can't be squashed.

Gauge your dangers. Recall that you could be captured and fined when you soak up while setting up camp, whether it's public or confidential land. Choose whether the gamble of being gotten merits the advantage of being high.

Track down a maryjane well-disposed park. Consider going to a confidential hotel or camping area where public pot use is acknowledged and embraced.

John Nelson is a long-term writer, working on significant news tasks in Spokane, Memphis, and Seattle. He currently functions as an independent columnist, expounding on outside entertainment, maryjane, and sporting vehicles.

#grow tent #weed tent #grow tent for marijuana #cannabis growing tent