#alcohol ment///

[lambment]

request: "What do your bishops look like and how does the lamb think of them?"

I haven’t decided (or started) on designs yet. As for my lambs opinion, they process everything through humour, I would say this is their surface level opinion on the bishops. There’s obviously the deeper-seated issues they have w them tho.

[ssslimyboy]

Janus, drunk: I don't know why people make such a big deal out of lying. You just say stuff. You still think my name's Janus.

Roman, also drunk: WHAT.

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your character like this

[lycankeyy]

Messy BF doodles

[just-bee-lieve]

2/5

From the liquor you’ve drunk, and the air that you breathe-

[flowerbloom-arts]

I imagine they wouldn't exactly improve eachother's Issues (atleast at first)

[urhoneycombwitch]

Eddie Munson orders a whiskey neat because the guy in a cowboy show he watched one time drank it. and he gags on the first sip. like wow you can really TASTE the alcohol in here. bartender I’ll have your fruitiest cocktail please.

[loverboygene]

My mom and I got drunk together tonight. We had a long conversation about what it means for me to be a lesbian, the significance this identity has to me, and how this will affect my life. For context, my mom is painfully supportive of me.

She brought up the power that a butch can hold in a relationship, especially when one (like myself) aims to be the breadwinner/"head of household", so to speak. She made me promise her to remain mindful of this power imbalance, and to make sure I'm always taking care of whatever girl I end up with in the future.

I think it's important for us butches to remember to be mindful. We are so lucky to be able to gain and hold the trust of the femmes who choose to allow us to take care of them. It's beautiful, and the balance must be respected. Just because you might make more money or hold more social status does not mean that your femme is lesser than. She is never decoration, she is never a trophy. Our femmes lift is up, complete us, and make us whole while ALSO being incredibly, strong, intelligent, and powerful beings separate of us. We wouldn't be the same without them, nor would they be without us. It's essential that we remain thankful of our femmes for everything they do for us.

I love femmes so much. And so does my mom, apparently.

[amara-aaa]

La intuición no falla

[thetaleofinkprincess]

[id: a poem by charlotte titled "ode to the leech". text is as follows:

o bloodsucker that you are!

taking and taking from those around

without any repayment,

filthy with your dark desire,

you who drinks to try and

turn yourself into something,

who writhes in clay and mud,

lowly mortal worm,

rejoice!

someday, someone will want you

regardless.

end id.]

[lambment]

I adore Gregor, he deserves some good drinks- whether alcoholic or not, his choice.

Maybe a nice charcuterie board too?

The way that I drew this panel for the previous comic (X) already lol

when Shamura is not about or doing well, Gregor does get a lil drinky poo with some other followers to decompress, he even gets them w Leshy at times (they are weirdly chill w eachother )

[dammarchy211]

Hey! I haven’t been posting much as I’ve been really busy with school, so I thought I’d share some of what I’ve been doing! :-))

These are all from my illustration class,

1. Intro metaphorical portrait (draw something to represent you without drawing a person)

2. Create a beer label with the provided template + the name Dreamscapes

3. Create a fake concert poster for a band

4. An editorial illusion for an article about why we need sleep

5. A 45 minute exercise we did in class drawing our star signs

[billdenbrough]

fundamentally disinterested in the recurring discourse about kevin's drinking that aims to a) make it his Specific Problem To Focus On And Overcome when it is a crutch and coping mechanism to get him through a Much Bigger Problem (emotional fallout he can't square with by himself, culture shock, trauma, loss of his extremely wildly co-dependent relationship w riko, losing the structure of the nest, mourning a future he was meant to have, processing a grave injustice, anger and fear and desperate grief, all of which is his Actual Specific Fox Problem) while he builds himself back up, and b) thinks that even if it is a problem (more on that later), it's the foxes' problem to deal with.

like. it's just not.

yeah, he doesn't drink until he meets them. they gave him that habit, and in traditional terms, they're (the monsters specifically) a 'bad influence'. but these are the foxes. this is kevin day, son of exy, whose meteor is crashing spectacularly through no fault of his own. there are no traditional terms to be found here. the framework for it literally doesn't exist. neil comes into the foxes with more conventional expectations—appalled at the athletes' substance use, his horror at matt's trip to columbia, his steadfast and early repeated stance that none of the foxes should let andrew treat them the way he does, and certainly not nicky—and tends to engage with them less as the series goes on and he folds himself into the foxes. the thing about the foxes is that they've all been in pits deeper than they are tall. and some of them got a helping hand on the way—erik, andrew's extreme intervention methods, stephanie walker—and wymack was always waiting for them on the other side, ready to throw down a rope, but all the foxes dragged themselves out of their own holes. often not alone, often not without assistance, but at the end of the day, they have to do it.

there's that line neil has about aaron in that scene that got deleted when the timeline shifted around, when he thinks about how aaron got this far in life on his own, surviving on willpower and sheer desperation. that applies to aaron in a way that's a little more acute than some of the rest of them—boy who doesn't let the foxes in bc of andrew, boy who doesn't let nicky in bc he doesn't know how, boy made of flinching and seeking an escape and grieving the one who hurt him—but is broadly true for the foxes en masse.

this isn't to say the foxes can't help each other, but it's not their job. it just isn't. they'll keep kevin alive, keep him safe, keep him flanked and contained within their ranks. they'll fight tooth and nail in this battle with him, fight to get him to that championship game, fight to get that trophy in his hands. but that's all they've agreed to. that's all they're responsible for, in this covenant they've made with him. he says they can make this happen, and they're going to get him to that final game, but it's up to him what state he's in when he gets there.

like. they're foxes. they've been triaging their whole lives. they hate each other and they hate everyone else more. they're the kids with their backs up against the wall. half of them are addicts. i don't think kevin is comparable, personally; he's getting through a horrific situation with a coping mechanism. that's not the same thing as battling yourself to stop using. but that's not really the point of this. what i'm getting at here is that to the foxes, it's easy math: kevin who can lean on vodka and andrew and wymack and the foxes to stay upright when he's not ready to stand on his own two feet is still a kevin who is standing. a kevin with one less piece of scaffolding to lean on is a kevin who falls over, a kevin at risk of complete collapse, a kevin one phone call away from running back to the master, a kevin one crucial loss away from not ever making it back to himself at all. they're triaging. this is low on the totem pole of things they have the room to care about. they very much have bigger problems, both individually and even just kevin-related. if alcohol makes seeing the boy he knew best in the world and moved in tandem with his whole life and who destroyed their entire legacy and his entire life in one move — if alcohol makes facing that boy easier to stomach, then, fuck, why would they take that away? they're foxes. they've all got their demons. this is what kevin needs this year and a half to let him face his, that's all. they can understand that. it doesn't have to be pretty, as long as it keeps him in the fight. that's the priority.

i think there's absolutely space to explore this in fic and art and fandom in a way that maybe does explore it as a Problem, both that it's an active problem for kevin & that it's something to explore other foxes helping him with (there's a t&n fic that i've been gnawing at the bit to read for months that seems poised to explore this premise, and that's super up my alley)! i just think we're in different territory when we're talking about the series—and its characters and dynamics—in a conversational rather than transformational way, and end up talking about this like the foxes are responsible for kevin's choices. i love kevin day. i read these back at the start of 2015 & he's so dear to me that loving him was the blueprint for how i feel abt kageyama. but it's been pretty weird to see how the conversation has been translating Loving Kevin Day into... thinking the foxes are doing wrong by him with respect to this in actual canon. like that's just not how it operates there

[lilacs-stash]

[spiderworries]

Plexiglass. Oct 27, 2024. Assorted memories

—

You’re sober at a nightclub (you don’t want to be sick) and you see, so clearly, that everyone has someone to dance with but you. Your friend pulls you into step, but her heart isn’t in it. Everyone is laughing and joking-inside jokes they made that week that you don’t understand. 

— 

You hear people reminisce about late night walks you were never invited to. Your coworker goes to the karaoke mic to sing a song you sung together once. They bring up someone who doesn’t know the words. 

— 

On the floor in some basement, somewhere, watching girls hug and chatter nervously. You stare at the ceiling. They let you into their little club. Someone told you, whispered in your ear: “you were top pick!” And yet- somehow you’re alone. What did they see in you that went away when they got to know you?

— 

You feel it- always a step behind, alone in a window seat on a bus, odd one out. There is a pane of glass between you and everyone else. It fogs up when you get too close, obscuring the people behind it. 

—

At dinner at a restaurant you probably can't afford, you look across the table at a girl in a brown sweater. You thank your lucky stars that you got this second.. third? chance, because- jesus- you are not that cool. They tell you a story while your soup gets cold. Asleep on the bus far away from home, and they wake up alone- at some gas station, just them and the bus driver, left behind. You don’t know how anyone could forget them, but you think of their breath, fogging up that bus window. 

—

“Oh. 

 Oh. 

 You feel it too.”

—

Transcription of doodles:

4 captioned pen drawings: 1. A sketch of a shot glass. Caption: "National women's day! Free shots for women! (you give it to someone else.)

2. A sketch of a slice of pizza. Caption: "You ate this slice of pizza alone on your 18th.

3. A sketch of a cat- shaped stress ball with one ear ripped off. Caption: You ripped the ears off of Bailey's cat stress ball! Whoops!

4. A sketch of a bowl of ramen. Caption: Overpriced ramen.

Thank you to @myladyvesta for transcribing!

[officialgleamstar]

I asked my roommate if we had wine glasses and he just started laughing at me so I’m drinking from the bottle