#almost sober.

[rxxkes]

on a long haired white boy craze again

[lapdogchase]

in lieu of using tiktok in the mornings im going to handwrite a list of things that piss me off and then shine a flashlight directly into my eyes while i read it and listen to various dinging noises in order to attempt to recreate the feeling of having my dopamine receptors blasted out of my brain at 7:55am on a tuesday

[torchickentacos]

WE HAVE ACCURATE AG FANSUBS!!!!!! NOT A DRILL!!!!!!!!! Much like the few subs we do have, you'll need VLC media player and to download the files and run them through vlc but they're here. Bless.

[mossy-graveyard]

Drake, after saying that whoever was feeding Kendrick information was a clown just to immediately claim he was the one feeding him information:

[agnesandhilda]

I think it was a good character writing decision for mark's catalyst to be nolan insulting debbie, but the degrading way nolan talks about humans affects him too. mark is half-human, even if his viltrumite side is the only part of his heritage the characters of invincible acknowledge because nolan does everything he can to foreground it in-universe—declaring that his viltrumite-ness is the most important part of his racial/species background was arbitrary, and that status can be arbitrarily revoked too. mark only asks this once, but what was nolan planning to do if his son had never developed powers, i.e. proven he could grow into a "proper" viltrumite? he would be just another human, and nolan's treatment of debbie shows he has no issue belittling and mistreating even the humans that he's emotionally close to. nolan slaughters unfamiliar humans in front of mark to make a point. he uses mark's body as a weapon to kill humans with for the sake of upsetting him. mark, who is the son of a human just as much as he is the son of a viltrumite. who at the start of the series was less than a year away from being a normal human, the kind of person who his father would at best treat like a thing he possesses and at worst like a bug to squash. does mark feel threatened by nolan's contempt towards his people (the kind of person that mark is)? is that driving him to fight? is mark thinking about that at all, even if it's just subconscious?

[ilium-ilia]

nothing like a little alcohol to remind you about the heart condition you definitely should not forget about...

[stellaluna33]

The thing that's so endearing to me about the fact that Jess was obsessed with Almost Famous is that... There's something so earnest and idealistic about this film. Like, at its core, it's about people who love music (or even writing about music) and about people who are searching for something that's real, trying to figure out how to be honest with each other and with themselves, and longing for a genuine connection with other human beings. And everyone gets a happy ending! They all end up better as people from having been on this journey together. The pain and the love is all incredibly sincere, and while there are certainly humorous moments, there is nothing flippant here. And yeah, ultimately, all of that very much fits with who Jess ends up being as a person in the long-run, but the fact that this was his favorite movie in Season 3 just confirms to me that this is who he has always been, all along.

[lord-shitbox]

hey do you guys also feel this like gasping sucking chest wound of a void of dissatisfaction and unhappiness lurking under the floorboards of your life constantly at the very edge of your consciousness or is it just me. and if so is the way to fix it finally stepping into my own life and doing the hard things and hanging out with new people or is it like. permanent. I'll update you when/if I manage to fix it

[serpentineshine]

IM FEELING INSANE ABOUT TRIGUN STARGAZE NEWS AND WITCH HAT TRAILER BACK TO BACK THIS EVENING GAHHH!!!💥💥💥

[smilesession]

nostalgia is trruly the mind killer bro why am i nostalgic for the worst days of my alcohol use. i'm feeling kind of globally despondent and unloved today and it kind of makes me feel like im despondent and unloved in february so im nostalgic for the way i dealt with it in february. if i have to be emotionally underdeveloped either way i wantttt to at least have the nihilistic relief of wake up hungover feeling like im going to throw up to death and drink the warm steel reserve i left out last night and dry heave for ten minutes and get through my day grinding my teeth until i can go to the bar. do you hear how stupid that sounds?

[lotus-queer]

Everyone so mad about Five and Lila, meanwhile I'm standing over the grave of Klaus's S4 plot asking "Why? Why would you do this to him?"

[morganski-19]

Things I Won't Say When I'm Sober Part 4

part one, part three, part 5

In the morning Steve wakes up like he fell asleep. Eddie still lying on his chest, wrapped up in Steve’s arms, deep asleep. Steve doesn’t quite know what to do. If he had to choose, he’d stay here until Eddie woke up. Assure him that he doesn’t judge him for what happened last night and that this was okay with him. That in fact, he wouldn’t care if every one of his mornings started like this. Watching Eddie wake up, feeling the deep inhales and heartbeats as he was wrapped up in Steve’s arms. The quiet moments in a relationship that make Steve’s heart flutter. 

He can’t choose that though, because he knows what’s actually going to happen. Eddie will wake up and immediately jump out of Steve’s arms, apologizing for what happened last night even through Steve’s reassurance. Then Steve would slip out that he liked it, that he wished it would happen more often. Eddie would look at him in disgust and kick Steve out of his bed. Kick him out of the trailer and never want to see him again. Steve would lose Eddie because he was stupid enough to catch feelings for his friend. 

Even though those feelings were probably the easiest thing Steve had ever caught. It was so simple and easy to fall for Eddie. And it would be so simple for Eddie to dismiss Steve and cut him out of his life because he felt this way. 

Steve has to get out of the bed. Not just to evade the inevitable, but also because the discomfort in his bladder can’t really be ignored. Slowly, he unwraps his arms around Eddie and lifts him slightly, moving him off of Steve and back on his side of the bed. He’s really lucky that Eddie sleeps like the dead, otherwise, this would have been a lot more awkward. 

He closes the door softly behind him, looking at Eddie again before he leaves. Robin is still asleep on the couch, curled up with the blanket that Eddie lent her. He remembers the promise that he made her last night. Knowing that she’ll ask pretty much as soon as she wakes up. That he’ll finally have to tell her what he’s been too afraid to even speak. She’ll be supportive, of course, but she might encourage it. Give him hope that Eddie might actually like him back even though he knows that’s not the case. 

Even if Eddie liked guys too, who’s to say that he would choose Steve out of all people? Steve wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t.

When he walks out of the bathroom, Robin sits up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Steve,” she mumbles. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?” he whispers across the room. She shakes her head. He walks over and sits on the ground, his back leaning against the couch. “How’d you sleep.”

“Fine, I guess.” She rubs the goosebumps away on her arms. “How was sleeping with Eddie?’

Steve shrugs, unsure if he should tell her about what happened last night. “You know him, he’s the deepest sleeper I know. So it was fine.”

“So,” she drags out. “Anything you want to tell me?”

“I thought you were going to take longer to ask,” he sighs. 

Robin slides off of the couch and sits next to him. “We don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to. You did promise me though.”

“I know. Just … scared of him overhearing.”

“I mean you said it yourself, he’s asleep. Is it really that bad if he does?”

Steve nods, staring down at his fingers. “It could ruin everything, Rob. I-I’m just so scared that this-”

Robin grabs his hand. “Steve, look at me.” He does, the worry in his eyes meeting the soft comfort of hers. “You know you can tell me anything right?”

He nods, remembering the simple space of trust that they formed that day in the mall on the bathroom floor. Robin bore a part of her soul that she never told anyone else, the fear in her eyes that this small fact about herself would make him hate her. When in reality it only made him love her more. Because with the small amount of time they knew each other, she decided that he was safe enough to place her trust in. And now the roles are reversed, but that didn’t make it any easier to say. 

“I know. It’s just-,” he looks down at their joined hands. “Do you remember when you told me you liked girls? You were so scared to even say the words out loud that you almost didn’t say them at all.”

“Yeah, that was the first time I ever admitted it to someone else. But what does that have to do with this?”

He looks back up at her, hoping the small reference is enough for her to read his mind. “Robin.”

She squints her eyes before they widen with realization. “Oh.”

Steve nods, swallowing hard. “Yeah, oh.”

Robin bites her lip, looking at him with a small sense of sadness. “And the reason he can’t know is-”

“Yeah, 'cause I don’t know how he’ll react if he figures out I like him.” There is it, the words that have taken so long for him to accept out in the open. Free-floating in the warm comfort that is Robin’s presence. 

It isn’t long before Robin is hugging him, gripping him tightly and not letting go. Steve buries his face in her neck, letting the stress of the situation finally take over. Letting go of everything he’s tried so hard to keep in. 

“It’s going to be ok,” Robin assures, rubbing a hand up and down his back as the tears start to fall. She lets him cry on her for some time, not caring that the tears stain her shirt. Slowly, the tears start to stop and relief spreads through his body.

“Is this what you go through all of the time?” he asks quietly.

Robin scoffs. “Yeah. Sucks right.”

Steve lets out a wet laugh, sitting up and wiping away his remaining tears. “It really does.”

“Your situation is better than mine though. I think you have a good shot of him liking you back.”

“I don’t think so, Rob. How are you even sure that he likes guys?”

She shrugs. “I just have a feeling.”

“Like my feeling that Vicky liked you back.”

“Yes, except my feeling is correct,” she says with a roll of her eyes. 

“Did you,” he clears his throat. “Did you have that feeling about me?”

She gives him a smug look. “I might have guessed it.”

“Really?”

“Have you seen the way you’ve looked at Eddie recently? And the whole thing with his hair yesterday. The fuck was that?”

He laughs. “Ok, fair.”

Robin's face softens again. “What are you going to do?”

“I have no idea,” he looks forward again. “Just wait for it to go away I guess.”

“You really think that can happen?” she leans her head on his shoulder. 

Steve sighs. “Not really. Not soon at least. I haven’t felt like this for anyone in a while.”

“And you’re sure he doesn’t like you back?”

He presses his lips together and takes a second to think. “No, I’m sure.”

“Why are you sitting on the floor when there’s a couch right behind you?” Eddie asks, standing by the kitchen

“Uh,” Steve starts, trying not to panic. “How long have you been standing there?”

Eddie crosses his arms and squints his eyes. “I asked you first.”

Robin stretches next to him. “Cause the floor is comfortable and I got tired of sitting on your couch. Your turn.”

“I just walked out of my room and you two were just staring at my wall, so not more than thirty seconds I guess. You guys want some breakfast?” he walks behind the counter.

“Ugh I would, but I should really get home before my parents freak out.” Robin stands, using Steve’s shoulder as a balance. 

He follows, thankful for the easy out. “What should I do with these?” he gestures down to the clothes Eddie lent them.

“I don’t know, just bring them back the next time you come over. We can call them Stevie’s high pajamas. Nice bedhead by the way.”

Steve’s hand jumps to his head, immediately trying to smooth out his hair. “Is it bad?”

“Nah, it’s cute. Eddie turns away, pouring cereal into his bowl. 

“Well uh, bye. See you around I guess,” Steve jumbles out, feeling his face flush. 

He all but pushes Robin out the door as she yells goodbye. When they get to his car, he grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white. 

“You’re hopeless,” is all Robin says before he starts driving.

another part coming soon!! (it may be the last but depends on the length. it is wrapping up soon though.)

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[rubberpuckies]

ive had. an insane night

[blue-banditt]

Still depressed btw but at least I have a fifth f vidka in my system!! I don't fuckign care, wait actually I do care about some things that I dont care about sober and it's great <333 I missed feeling literally anything but sadness and numbness!! Too bad this shit only lasts 10 hours

[iero]

I am genuinely so proud of myself for how much water I drink daily nowadays. It's literally almost all I drink now. I swore off caffeine late last year and now I'm almost sworn off of all sugary beverages as well except when I indulge in ONE little 'treat,' but that's only one every, like, three weeks to a month at this point. :)

[deep-space-lines]

I got my wisdom teeth taken out like 2 weeks ago and I was super out of it afterward (despite, apparently, vehemently insisting I was completely normal) and my little sister got a video of me deciding it was a great idea to blast Ultrakill music (or as I described it, "music that makes people not want to listen to music with me") in the car on the way home

Transcript:

"(slurred) Uh I'm like-- pretty coherent [unintelligible murmuring] [hiccup]"

"You're funny."

"Wow. Thanks. I wanna listen to music."

"What music?"

"Music that... makes people not want to listen to music with me [hiccup]"

"........bet"

"[absolutely unintelligible garbled speaking in tongues. literally I have no idea what the fuck I was trying to say here]"

[Tenebre Rosso Sangue starts blasting at max volume interrupted by occasional hiccups]

"How can you still talk if you have a numb tongue?"

"Um.... creativity"

"You have a very bloody mouth"

(sadly not included: apparently right after the video ended I started talking about how I should have blood on my mouth as a fashion statement more often)