This game is a culmination of years of trial and error with making a drinking game to play with not only huge nerd-dorks such as myself, but casual observers as well. I wanted a pick-up-and-play version of King's Cup where you don't need to spend 10 minutes deciding the rules before you start, and that allows great variation and chance between each game. Also, I wanted to get rid of waterfall.
The Magnus Archives: Take a sip whenever someone says Jon's name, "Archive" or "Archivist", take a shot if Jon says the word 'Pockmark' or 'Pockmarked', and take a good swig any time a character does something you'd genuinely advise against.
Malevolent: Take a sip whenever John says Arthur's name, whenever John or Arthur say "Jesus Christ", "Jesus Fucking Christ", or "What the fuck", take a shot any time John and Arthur get divorced hurt each other in an argument, take a good swig whenever Arthur gets hurt.
Welcome to Nightvale: Take a sip whenever Cecil mentions a name or place that's been mentioned before, take a shot any time something happens that makes you genuinely concerned for the town's mental state, and take a good swig whenever you're extremely confused.
Drink responsibly, and don't get upset at me if you end up in the Hospital.
As promised, we are back for season 3! For our very first episode, Mia reads Truth or Drink (AO3 | Fic Post) by @kingsofeverything.
Truth or Drink | Exes
Harry and Louis broke up years ago, and they're seeing each other again for the first time to play Truth or Drink. On camera.
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Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder
Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.
You arrive at the location. It's a pretty nondescript looking bar from the outside but as soon as you enter you know why the boys picked it.
There are red Leds lining the top of the walls, on the right side is the bar with multiple barstools and two men behind it serving drinks. In the back are three pole dancers, showing of their bodies and curves and on the left are some round tables with stools.
Rhea spots Damian, waving for you to come over and you follow her through a small crowd of people. You sit down next to Dominik, Rhea on your left.
"Hey, nice to see y/n. Didn't expect you to come too" Dom says with a grin and pulls you into a hug. He keeps his arm around your shoulders as he continues his previous conversation with Finn.
"Did you order some drinks already?" Rhea wants to know. "No, but could you go get some please?" Finn asks. "Sure, you coming with me Damian? I don't think I can carry five glasses" she chuckles.
Damian nods and they make their way over to the bar. You watch them as they pass you, but as soon as Rhea leaves your sight you feel a little less safe.
Your body tenses up and you start fidgeting with you hands in your lap. You see a group of men enter the bar, they must be around the age of 50.
"You alright?" Dominik pulls you out of your thoughts. You return your gaze to him and nod. "Yeah it's okay" you mumble.
Rhea and Damian return with shots for everyone "Here, I brought you one too. Don't know if you like it but we'll see" Rhea says to you.
"Oh okay, thanks" you whisper and take a glass from her. "Are you okay sweetie?" she asks a little concerned. "I've already asked her and she says she fine" Dom throws in before you can answer.
Rhea shrugs and returns her focus back on the other members of the Judgement Day. "Let's see who can drink it without making a face" Finn cheers and empties his glass in one shot.
He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his lips together, not expecting it to be such strong alcohol. "Ha looser, my turn" Dom laughs and takes his shot.
He does even worse than Finn, removing his arm from around your shoulders and shaking his head. "God what did they put in these" he curses.
"You or me first?" Rhea asks Damian. "I'll go" he responds and takes his turn. He does better than the other two but still presses his lips together in a thin line and inhales sharply.
"Damn Rhea what is this" he laughs. She grins and empties her glass without showing any expression. "My favorite one to get drunk" she smirks.
As soon as you hear drunk your alarm bells ring. You tug on her sleeve and she looks over at you. "I thought you wouldn't drink much today?" you whisper.
"What? Sorry I didn't understand you due to the music" she says and scoots closer to you. "I thought you wouldn't drink that much tonight" you repeat a little louder.
"Oh yeah no don't worry about that" she brushes it off. "Dom let's go and get more" Finn shouts. He already stood up and took a few steps towards the other side of the room.
You're pretty uncomfortable by now, but only Damian seems to notice and shoots you an asking look. You shake your head, wanting him not to worry.
Finn and Dominik return and everyone takes another shot. Dom's look wandering over to the pole dancers "Hey Rhea, bet you can't do it like they can" he smirks.
"Oh really? We'll see 'bout that" she says with a challenging grin. You all follow her over to the raised platform with the poles. Rhea steps up and talks to one of the women before taking over her place.
She puts on a pretty nice show, getting so much into it she takes off her shirt and throws it into the crowd of men who built up around you.
You hear a few whistles and some clapping as she's moving around the pole in her bra. "Hey pretty, what's a chick like you doing here all alone" a tall man asks you from behind and puts his arm around you lower abdomen.
You immediately tense up. Oh god oh god oh god help me. Damian, Finn, Rhea, Dom anyone please. Your mind goes absolutely crazy but not a single tone comes out of your mouth.
"Naw don't be shy, I'll teach you how to use that pretty mouth of yours" the man groans and kisses your neck. You feel his beard brush against your skin making you shiver.
Your mind is blank, you feel like you're about to pass out. You can't breath, you need air, you need to get out! You try to push him away to get rid of his grip and manage to slip out and run outside.
How long can you chug without coming up for air? 😅
Pretty long! The issue with wine bottles is it's harder to chug when they are more full. But when it's like half or more empty probs like 15 sec of straight chug is v doable
This isn’t a concert, it’s a celebration. Jonathan Demme’s collaboration with the Talking Heads unfolds in its opening statements as a long crescendo, starting from nothing and capping in a roar of triumph. We rarely if ever glimpse the crowd, but from the start the artifice of the experience is apparent, just a barren, slightly cluttered stage without so much as a backdrop curtain. David Byrne’s introduction is similarly understated, just his shoes visible at first, and his music is simple: voice, guitar, and boombox beat. As gear rolls in and ensemble members join the concert, this bare skeleton begins to gain flesh and blood. This textural, impressionistic approach to both the concert and its taping underscores Byrne’s apparent thesis that music is something which is felt rather than thought about, at least at first. This is apparent in the lyrics of some of his songs, words freely associated. But it’s also present in Demme and crew’s fluid camera work, ebbing and flowing with the tunes, flitting about to find moments where band members stand out as featured voices or banter with one another through music or movement. It’s impossible not to dance along. At the height of it all, Byrne brings the audience into the fray, offering the microphone to the camera to sing along. We may not see the audience itself until the very end of the film, but we’re right there alongside them.
David Byrne could have had a brilliant career as a Zumba instructor. His singularly eccentric physicality defines the performance, again getting back to the importance of music being felt. His body is taken over by the emotional roller coaster he’s guiding the audience along on, whether through his choreography, or with the ever-larger suit that threatens to swallow him up. He’s a Buster Keaton type of figure, always off-kilter but ever in control. Dancing by himself or with a lamppost, he always seems surprised that something works but never fails to land on the beat.
If I were to make a drinking game for the Ultramarine movie, what should be included?
I think it it would be too dangerous to take a shot for every time they say “We march for Macragge”, so dont do that 😅 but do shout “And we shall know no fear” after it so your neighbours become worried.