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incorrectbatfam · 5 days ago
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That’s sucks about the nsfw thing but I have to say I hope Trump wins because Harris is for more gun control which doesn’t do crap except make it harder for legal guns to get out, gun control doesn’t do crap to stop criminals from getting them
I'd argue differently because it shouldn't have been so easy for me, a mentally ill alcoholic, to legally get a license and firearm myself
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elderwisp · 4 months ago
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Frances: Look, I’m sorry about my friends. I swear, they aren’t that weird all the time. Well… 
Icarus: [ chuckles ] It’s fine. They seem to care about you a great bunch. 
Frances: I honestly think they would take a bullet for me. I’d do the same for them.
Icarus: That’s good though, I’m glad you have people looking out for you.
Frances: Would you say the same for your friends?
Icarus: Yeah, I think so. This your room?
Frances: Mhm. You can come in.
Icarus: You sure?
Frances: Or we can talk right here. Although I imagine you’re gonna get a bit tired of the drunk people running into the door.
Icarus: [ small laugh ] Good point. You like to collect a lot of things. Is this a rock?
Frances: A geode, I think if I wasn’t a music major, I’d probably be a geologist. 
Icarus: You could always study for another four years.
Frances: Pfft. Absolutely not. I never want to buy another textbook again. 
Icarus: Are you excited for what comes next?
Frances: Actually, about that. I need to talk to you about something.
Icarus: Is it bad?
Frances: Sort of.
Icarus: Then we can talk about it another time. We’re celebrating.
Frances: Icarus…
Icarus: You gonna deny me that?
Frances: [ shakes head ]
Icarus: Good. 
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Dan: Oye pendejo! Where are you going with my alcohol?!
Ares: JESUS!
Dan: It’s okay I know him. Pues?!
Atlas: No te preocupes, vamos a divertirnos! Mwah! / Don't worry, we're going to have fun!
Dan: [ grumbles ] That fucker.
Ares: Context??
Dan: He literally always does this. He always steals my alcohol!
Ares: You should beat him up.
Dan: I should- Why are you encouraging me?
Ares: I dunno. Feelin’ evil I guess. Got a light?
Dan: Now what the hell is up with you not having a lighter? 
Ares: I do! I just never refill it. 
Dan: I don’t even think said lighter is in the room with us.
Ares: You know there are some things I’m allowed to not be put together with and this is one of them. 
Dan: Here. Keep it.
Ares: I am not keeping your things.
Dan: You sayin’ there’s something wrong with it?
Ares: I’m not doing this with you.
Dan: Oh so you hate me.
Ares: Yep, I guess I do.
Gabriel: Dan! Now why the hell were there two people making out in the entrance? 
Dan: They’re still doing that?
Gabriel: I mean good for them but like… Get outta my way, you know?
Dan: Pfft! Thank you for coming! 
Gabriel: Of course! I brought a bottle of wine but Gum took it. 
Ares: Gum’s here? And she’s alone?
Gabriel: She’s fine. Knows exactly where I’m at, besides something caught her eye. 
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Frances: You’ve been practicing.
Icarus: I have a great teacher.
Frances: Man, I’m gonna miss this.
Icarus: Sit. I know you’re scared that things are changing.
Frances: Icarus, I need to-
Icarus: I’d like it if you enjoyed this moment with me. Please?
Frances: Okay.
Icarus: When do you leave?
Frances: First week of July. God, leave it to the universe to cosmically fuck up my life.
Icarus: Not even! 
Frances: I mean is it selfish for me to be a tad bit unhappy? Everything I’ve worked for, built up to this very moment and it’s not enough. 
Icarus: Sometimes expectations are just that. A lead up to disappointment. 
Frances: I’m sorry, I’m being so negative right now. We were having a moment and I started to ramble.
Icarus: Don’t apologize. From the time I’ve known you, I can see you’re a bit of an overthinker but! Before you give me that look, it isn’t a bad thing.
Frances: It isn’t bad… It’s horrible.
Icarus: [ chuckles ] Stop it! You like to see things in every perspective and it’s endearing. 
Frances: Said the only person ever.
Icarus: Why are you so keen on giving me a hard time?
Frances: Why not? I think you like it.
Icarus: I like a lot of things about you, Frances. Be here with me?
Frances: Even if it breaks my heart?
Icarus: At least you won’t be alone in that.
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votive-candle · 2 months ago
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love the thought of Kim having total control of Harry Du Bois' alcohol intake
like he's so strict about it but every once in a while on special occasions or an office party or something he'll give him that "aaalright, go on then, you can have one or two" and that old man goes bounding across to his drunk coworkers like a puppy that's been let off its leash in a dog park
and i know it's not by any means how sobriety works in reality (take it from me fellers! i'm *experienced* /adjusts bow tie) but i even moreso love the idea that abiding by this rule of moderation is like an act of service and loyalty to Kim that Harry takes as this unbreakable oath. It makes him cooler, even. It's his own version of Kim's "one cig a day"
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int0xisg0lden · 2 months ago
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★ hello everyone! this is kate again lol
-19yo depraved cunt
-latin
-at work most of the time:(
★ looking for mutuals!!!
- mainly for forced intox and cnc
- tradwife fantasy
- hucow
- breeding
- emetophilia
- overstimulation
- puppy play!!
- bimbofication
- hypnosis
- orgasm denial
don't be scared of sending asks or dming me<3
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whereismyhat5678 · 11 months ago
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I had a clear vision with this one.
I did NOT need to spend that much time on this BUT DAMN IT IT’S FUNNY-
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Context: Peppino was annoying the fuck outta’ him and it got so bad he wanted to take him home.
He was done with his bullshit- 💀
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thinking about how aleksander called Alina an apt pupil...and thinking about how Alina spent all of shadow and bone feeling stupid and kept belittling herself for being a slow learner when it came to all the grisha theory and controlling the light and how she carried that complex of thinking very little of her own intellectual capacity throughout the rest of the trilogy even though she made sm progress(up until the last battle)...and despite that or because of that perhaps, aleksander called her an apt pupil...
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07043012 · 4 months ago
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Goo looked at this face and fell in love 🙄... omg mf is so embarrassing he even begging him to let he save him like?? 😭
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familiariscanis · 1 year ago
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not saying that you cant headcanon chuuya as an alcoholic but i think the reasons people have for this headcanon are usually kind of flawed? from what i've seen people tend to view him as alcoholic because he:
a. collects wine
b. drinks it sometimes
c. is a lightweight (so we've seen him behave drunkenly)
but none of these are traits that actually indicate alcoholism. honestly, they actually are more likely to indicate that he's not one and that he doesn't have a problem with alcohol at all. wine collecting is a very expensive hobby and chuuya has wines that are several thousand dollars a bottle. you don't get nice booze when you're an alcoholic: you're drinking to get drunk. the quality doesn't matter. the fact that he's a lightweight and gets drunk easily is also indicative of him not being a regular or heavy drinker, since your tolerance increases the more you drink.
this feels like such a common interpretation of his character and it's just a little odd to me since not only does it not have any canon basis, but the canon facts actually suggest he's more likely to be moderate about alcohol rather than abuse it.
tl;dr chuuya may have a wine collecting hobby but an alcoholic this does not make.
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myimaginationplain · 7 days ago
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do you ever think about how Ohkubo extremely casually dropped the fact that Spirit & Kami were teen parents & then proceeded to never expound upon that fact or bring it up ever again despite it explaining a whole lot about them & Maka
#I think a big part of why I'm so attached to/interested in spirit as a character is because he objectively has A LOT going on in his life.#but because he was created to fill that stock pervy comedic-relief anime side-character archetype we never get to see any of it examined.#or even brought up at all for the most part#like spirit apparently comes from a long line of death weapons who despite having been loyal to lord death for generations are never ever#mentioned & who spirit himself never mentions despite carrying on the family tradition (although he's not unique in that regard tbh)#at 12-13 years old he becomes stein's weapon partner & in his own words it became “[spirit's] job to control [stein].”#another kid with a laundry list of mental health & behavioral issues that spirit probably wasn't super prepared to help “control”#(personally I think that this “job” of spirit's was a duty he took upon himself rather than something lord death necessarily told him to do)#then just ~5 years later he 1) loses/rejects said weapon partner & probably best friend after some really major boundaries were crossed#2) becomes a husband & father at just 18#(& in his own words a broke 18 year old at that. another point towards him not being in contact with any family if they're even alive)#3) becomes technically one of the most important people in the world once he ascends to being a death weapon.#not necessarily in that exact order but certainly in quick succession.#& then we fast forward to canon & spirit's at best a guy who drinks way more than he probably should & at worst a functioning alcoholic#who's only A MONTH into being divorced for his habitual infidelity & is in the really weird position of being the primary caretaker of his#daughter who (rightfully) hates him despite him having zero custodial rights over her.#& imo he seems to have no friends in death city before stein & the other death scythes return despite generally being a people person.#like. spirit is kind of the epitome of should've been at the club lmao#soul eater#spirit albarn#kami albarn#meta (kind of. not really lol)
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ashintheairlikesnow · 8 months ago
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ash i love vince so much he is my number 2 babygirl (antoni number 1 babygirl forever)
i would like to formally request some vince having a Bad Time, either past stuff with owen or present with recovery being a bitch
because there is nothing better than lovely characters having bad times that they absolutely do not deserve
CW: Alcoholism, withdrawal/cravings, alcoholic anger, Vince and Jameson both PTSD-ing all over the place, guilt
Oh, poor Vince. Takes place post-the Same Bed Arc, after Vince is living with Nat and Jameson.
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Vince doesn't even look up when he hears Jameson stop in the doorway. He just pours a few shots worth of the gin into the glass, staring fixedly down at it. The liquid, clear as water but with the herbal scent washing over him like a welcome spring rain, spreads over the ice with those gentle cracks he knows better than his own heartbeat.
God, it looks good.
His hands don't shake, now. His heart doesn't race. He doesn't feel sweaty, or upset, or like he'll be sick.
He just feels like he's staring at the solution to all his problems, and all he has to do is swallow it down.
This should feel awful - he knows it should. It should taste awful, there should be something to remind him of the damage he does to himself every time he drinks again. He should hear his sponsor speaking in the back of his mind, he should hear the voices of the others at the meetings he goes to - one for alcoholism, one for survivors of sexual assault, twice a week there's movie star Vincent goddamn Shield among the normal people and admitting he's barely human, just a wreck that only survived Owen Grant because Nat decided she gave a fuck about him for reasons Vince still doesn't understand.
Here he stands, a hollow shell wearing a nice face who let someone else suffer in his place and was grateful for it for far too long.
Kauri hates him but it's nothing compared to how much he hates himself.
Vince lifts the glass, hesitating at the last second with the cool rim just touching his lower lip. Gin smells like blacking out and right now he could use the blessed darkness, hangover be damned.
He can worry about that when the headache kicks in tomorrow morning.
He realizes he's waiting for the sickening crawl of guilt at letting Nat down, at-... at letting himself down. Maybe that will come later, but right now... He feels goddamn good. Settled. Calm.
He and Jameson meet eyes just as he tosses the drink back, three large swallows of juniper-scented gin down his throat like water, leaving only the ice cubes behind.
The burn is perfect.
He pours himself another drink, feeling the warmth slowly spread through his chest to his shoulders, eyes briefly closing. God, it feels like goddamn heaven.
He looks up.
Jameson is still standing there in the doorway, looking oddly soft in a loose sweater that's far too big for him and a pair of old jeans that probably cost a dollar at a yard sale and even that was too much. Vince has jeans that distressed, somewhere.
His cost more than five hundred dollars.
He chokes on the next drink from trying not to laugh.
Jameson's eyes narrow. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Vince takes another sip, eyes half-closed, letting himself take it slow this time and really enjoy the taste.
He'd honestly been surprised the little liquor store down the block even carried this brand of gin. Not that he wouldn't have bought whatever he could get, when he stood there feeling like he would die if he had to go another day, but still. It's nice to have seen his favorite stuff, top shelf, pricier than it had any right to be. It's not even that good, but it's still his favorite. It still tastes, to him, like the nights he sleeps without nightmares, few and far between.
Gin tastes like those nights he gets to sleep at all.
The cashier had looked surprised as she wiped off the dust and rang it up for him. Then, with a shy smile, she'd asked him if anyone ever told him he looked a lot like Vincent Shield. He'd been kind of sad she didn't card him - it would have been nice to see the look on her face when she saw his name.
Instead, he paid in cash, laughed, and told her the standard I get that a lot, actually.
Jameson doesn't move closer, or leave. "It looks like you're fucking yourself up," He says, lingering in the doorway. "You can't just start drinking again. You know that, right?"
"Oh, I sure as hell can." Vince laughs, but it's a bitter sound. He licks the gin lingering on his lips, then gestures at the bottle. "Have some with me."
He's caught, for just a moment, when he sees Jameson wearing an expression Vince has never seen on him before. He looks... nervous. Afraid, almost, instead of angry.
"I-I don't want to," Jameson says, but there's a way he says it that makes Vince think he'd drink if he offers again. Maybe he wants to, or maybe he just doesn't want to make Vince mad.
If he commanded it, if he gave an order... Jameson would be as he's told, wouldn't he? Damn, that would be some power to have over someone.
This must be why Owen liked it so much.
No.
He won't think about Owen right now.
Vince gulps down liquid until he's breathless, almost panting. The warmth is like the familiar cradle of a softer reality settling in. He makes himself slow down this time, picking up an ice cube and sucking the juniper taste right off it before crunching it with his teeth.
"Vince." Jameson's voice gets harsher, and something seems to break his brief paralysis. He moves closer, grabbing the bottle and pulling it away when Vince puts a hand out to pour the third drink. "Fucking... look at me. What the fuck?"
Vince's hand just... hangs out there, reaching for a bottle that isn't where it was. He stares at the empty space, and feels that dark inside of him threaten to well up yet again. "What?"
Jameson swallows, his eyes moving to the glass, back to Vince's face. He steps backwards, and Vince watches the bottle go with him with a piercing need that could easily knock him off his feet if he weren't holding onto the back of a chair. Jameson clears his throat. "Aren't you... like, sober now?"
"Mmmn. Was. Got the like... three month chip thing and everything." He's gotten thoroughly wasted so many times in his life. Nothing relaxes him better than enough alcohol to force his body to stop living in constant, unending fear of who might hurt him next. "Right now, I am tipsy instead. In about an hour, I'm going to be absolutely fucked up. Give me back my gin."
Jameson's hand moves - then he jerks it back, taking a few steps backwards until he's back in the doorway. His eyes are on Vince's face, watching him with a total focus that Vince recognizes from the others he's worked with over the years - Jameson's just a trained pet, in this moment, watching to see if the master will be angry.
It makes him laugh again, more bitterly this time. Is he the master? Has he ever been his own master, let alone anyone else's?
"I... I can't do that," Jameson says, and Vince hears that he doesn't say no. When Vince moves towards him, he backs up a little more, and Vince comes to a stop just a foot or so away.
"Am... am I scaring you?" He asks, suddenly.
It wasn't what he meant to say, he meant to demand his drink again. Instead, this question that... that just sort of falls out of him like a waterfall.
Jameson's jaw sets and his eyes narrow. "You're not doing shit to me," He snaps, but Vince knows he's really saying yes.
Is this why people buy pets? So they can see something pretend not to be scared, and know they're the monster not just under the bed, but in it?
"Oh," He whispers. "What is it? Why are you scared? I'm just a drunk asshole, why are you scared of me?"
Jameson bristles, but then he offers - as if it's pulled out of him against his will - the softest explanation. "Brute and Robert got drunk all the time. I know what happens when-... when people get this kind of drunk."
There's a look in his eyes Vince has seen before in Kauri's. Not fear of him, not directly, but fear of someone like him, maybe. Fear of having demands made that can't be denied.
Is this how Owen felt, every time Kauri had to playact the loving boyfriend with bruises on his wrists and terror making his heart race? Is this how it feels to have power over somebody else when you can't even control yourself?
It's... it's good, almost.
It feels better than he thought it would.
"Back up, Shield," Jameson hisses, like a cat spitting and arching its back, ready to attack with claws and sharp teeth not because it's confident in victory but because it's so small it has to fight to have even the slightest chance to survive.
Vince looks him over, reading with an actor's expertise how he's projecting a confident swagger he never feels, how the irritation layers itself so carefully over a vulnerability that he sees as weakness. Vince has lived that way, too, since he was twenty-one, since his best friend turned out to be a rapist who wanted Vince to himself, since he started drinking to forget every single night and putting on the perfect face during his days.
They both survived, didn't they?
Jameson just did it by fighting his way out, and Vince by pretending to be someone he wasn't until nobody knew who he actually was, and that's a way of surviving, too. Wear another face, and make sure no one sees the fear in your real one, so they can't refuse to help you... because you've never asked.
"No." At least one of them can say it. Although that makes Vince's heart twist with ugly guilt, the petty cruelty of the thought. "Give me my gin," Vince says, pitching his voice low, and holds out his hand. "Now, Jameson. Give it to me."
"I can't." The strength is gone from Jameson's voice, and he looks at Vince with those dark eyes searching his own, trying to make himself understood. "If you drink, your-... your body's not used to it anymore, if you drink the same amount you'll fucking kill your stupid liver."
"What do you care about my liver?" Vince's voice drops low, almost a whisper. "What do you care about me, about my goddamn joke of a life, huh? What the fuck do you care? Why should anyone care?"
There's a flicker of something in Jameson's eyes - recognition, maybe. Something that lights up, just for a second, before the other man shoves Vince to the side with sudden violent strength and stalks to the sink, turning the bottle over and pouring that expensive artisan gin right down the drain.
"No!" Vince's voice is a ragged shout as he lunges after him, but it's too little too late.
Jameson's foot kicks out and slams into Vince's calf, sending him stumbling, clawing desperately as the gin is gone, glug glug glug, down into the pipes, disappearing towards the ocean.
Rage and terror fight in Vince's mind in a sudden white noise and he gets to his feet, grabbing Jameson by the arms and squeezing as hard as he can, shoving him back across the room. He hears Jameson hit one of the chairs, the clatter of wood and Jameson's grunt of pain as both hit the ground hard. The bottle is in the sink, and even when Vince scrambles to pick it back up, there's less than an inch of gin left.
He sucks it down, and only once he's gotten that final drop does he suddenly go still.
Oh.
There's the guilt and the horror and feeling sick at himself, just... twenty minutes too late. He sets the empty bottle carefully down, and then turns slowly around to look at Jameson.
Jameson sits on the kitchen floor, staring up at him with wide eyes. His face is pale, making the scar that twists the corner of his mouth stand out even more. His hair is nearly grown back in now, the bald patches hidden by the rest.
Vince exhales in a rush. "Oh, hell. Jameson-" He holds out a hand.
Jameson flinches.
Vince pulls his hand back, backing up until his back hits the edge of the sink. "Right. Okay. I'm-... I'm sorry Jameson-"
"Yeah." Jameson's voice is gruff, all the vulnerability and fear wiped away as soon as he realizes it's showing. He gets to his feet, shoulders protectively hunched, arms crossed in front of himself defensively. "Whatever. Sure you are. Drink yourself to death, shitbag, if that's what you want."
"I'm so sorry."
Jameson's jaw works. "... Everybody's always sorry. Then I get fucking hit again." Then he turns and walks - limps, really, his knees threatening to give out with every step - away. Vince stands there, frozen, listening as he makes his slow, painful way up the stairs.
Vince stares at the place he was for a while - he isn't sure how long. The gin is sinking its velvet claws into his mind, and he's drunker than he should be after only two drinks.
But then, it's been months.
Months, he made it without taking even a sip.
He swallows, again and again, and then pulls his cell phone out of his pocket, finds a contact, and presses the button to make the call.
The phone rings until he's certain it'll go to voicemail, before a voice he knows as well as his own is in his ear.
"What the hell do you want?"
"I-I need to talk to you," He stammers, his heart cold. "Please. Please. I-I've been drinking. I need... I need help."
There's a pause.
"From... me?"
"Yeah... yeah. You'll-... I need somebody who won't be nice to me-"
"Oh, well, if there's anything I love it's the chance to be mean to you, let me drop my entire life to come listen to you whine about yours."
"Please."
An exhale. "Whatever. Yeah, okay. I'll be over there in like... half an hour? An hour, maybe. Drink some water and I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't leave the house."
"Thanks... thank you, Kauri."
Kauri hangs up.
Vince pours himself a glass of water over the leftover gin-soaked ice, sipping it, barely flavored with a hint of the liquor he wants so badly. He rights the chair he'd accidentally shoved Jameson into, and listens to the creaking floorboards and muffled cursing above him as Jameson makes his halting painful way from stairway to his room, a couple thumps when he clearly falls and had to force himself back upright, until the pacing abruptly stops when he must have collapsed into his bed.
He hears the gentle patting of Trash Cat's paws as she leaves her place on the living room couch and follows him, too, her soft meowing until Jameson opens his door to let her come in after him. Then silence again.
Vince sits back down at the table, leaning over with his head in his hand, staring as the ice slowly melts, cooling the water around it.
He should have called his sponsor instead.
Whatever Kauri is about to say can only make this worse.
But he deserves it, anyway.
Vince doesn't move a muscle until he hears the sound of Jake's truck pulling into the driveway, crunching briefly over gravel before it's on the pavement again, when he raises his head.
Kauri walks in without knocking, stops in the doorway to the kitchen, and looks at him like his younger self ashamed of what he's grown into. Vince knows Jake must have driven him, but he's nowhere to be seen - maybe just staying outside, for now. He's clearly dressed for bed in a matching navy blue silk button-up and pajama pants, barefoot even.
"Hey," Vince says, weakly. The alcohol feels like poison now, not the soothing warmth it had been before. "I... I fucked up, Kauri."
"Yeah, I can tell just by looking at you, you're a goddamn mess." Kauri looks at Vince head-on, even though it still hurts him to do it, and Vince can see the flinch he suppresses as the headache kicks in. His blue eyes are identical to Vince's in nearly every way, except that Kauri's gaze has always been stronger. "What the hell did you do?"
"I got... I drank."
"Yep. I can see the gin bottle. Did you drink all of it?" Kauri's voice is flat and businesslike. It's like having his own younger self dressing him down, and somehow that feels... really good. Better than he thought it would.
"... No. Just a couple drinks. Jameson poured the rest out."
"Good for him." Kauri flickers a smile. "Where is he?"
"I-... I scared him."
"... you scared him?"
"Yeah. I was-... I wasn't-... I didn't mean to, but-"
"Shut up. All right. Tell me what you did. I'll fix it. This time, taking your place so I suffer for years while you run off and become obscenely wealthy is off the table, got it?"
Vince looks at him in horror only to see a surprising warmth in Kauri's smile. Not... not affection, but something like it. A wry compassion, maybe. Something else he doesn't deserve. "I don't know. I don't know if I can fix this, Kauri. I don't know."
"Well... I happen to the resident expert in trying to avoid dealing with your problems while making them all worse, so talk to me. Tell me what you did, start to finish. We'll figure out what comes next."
Vince lowers his head into his arms.
"Thank you," He says, muffled.
"Not enough thanks in the world, dumbass. Lucky for you I'm an amazing person who just happens to have spent most of my twenties making stupid drunk mistakes. So stop stalling and start talking."
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dazedspiralslut · 1 month ago
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adventure-showdown · 1 year ago
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What is your favourite Doctor Who story?
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ROUND 3 MASTERPOST
synopses and propaganda under the cut
The Daemons
Synopsis
The Master, posing as a rural vicar, summons a cloven-hoofed demon-like creature named Azal in a church crypt. Seeking to gain the ancient titan's demonic power, he gathers a cult and then corrupts or controls the residents of Devil's End to bow to his will. Dark elemental forces begin to disturb the village on the eve of May Day: unexplained murders, a stone gargoyle come to life, and a nigh-impenetrable infernal energy dome. With the Master fully prepared to destroy the Earth, the Doctor and UNIT — aided by a benevolent practitioner of witchcraft — battle the wicked rites of a secret science wielded by an alien from another world.
Propaganda
what is the most important quality of a good doctor who story, to have a strong plot, something to say, something new to try. all of these are positives, yes, but sometimes the best doctor who stories are just fun. sometimes they feature the master pretending to be the leader of a satanic cult pretending to be an anglican priest, remote control bessie, an alien who's basically the devil, a living gargoyle, a witch, and the doctor escaping being tied to a maypole by pretending to be a wizard. truly, this is the heights of doctor who, it is beyond fun to watch, i love it so much. If that’s not enough, then surely the fact that this has THE ‘the brigs an alcoholic and mike yates is gay’ moment (anonymous)
An Unearthly Child
Synopsis
Barbara Wright and Ian Chesterton, two humble teachers during 1963, are surprised by a bright student named Susan Foreman. Confused by the contradictions in Susan's knowledge, Barbara had decided to visit her home, only to learn that the address on record is a junkyard. She and Ian decide to wait at the location until Susan or her grandfather show up. There, they discover a junkyard inhabited by her grandfather, simply known as "the Doctor", and he doesn't want them lurking about.
When the teachers refuse to leave, they discover that an ordinary police box is actually bigger on the inside. The Doctor decides they know too much about his and Susan's otherworldly origins and takes them on a journey across space and time in his TARDIS, the place he and Susan now call home.
Propaganda no propaganda submitted
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zot3-flopped · 2 months ago
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She's completely off her face and he looks as if he's trying to calm her down.
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call-me-pup2 · 22 days ago
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On the train zooming! Might as well have wore a scuba suit with the weather though, going to go charity shop hunting for a cute waterproof trench coat so with me luck!
#Soo technically I didn't wake up till 9pm yesterday so the lack of sleep isn't a huge issue buttt I may have drank a bottle of wine#����#technically with me sleep being flipped it isn't bad right?#tispy pup on an adventure!#imma be so sociable in the shops which is so off for me 😅😂#my dad would be proud#(my dad's an alcoholic)#is a joke#you can laugh#dark humour ahahaha#sort of grump i hid back in myself when i wasnt single#now i feel like i can post silly stuff again#what the heck brain#he did indicate he was a lil controlling (a reason i yeeted out of there) but he didnt outright say i couldn't post stuff#pup brain in a scramble egg#may haps have a lil drinky drinky with me in a bottle#im a big kid#im safe#a lil reckless behaviour is fine right?#i say out of all the things i could be doing to cope this is pretty tame right#ooo pups really going off showing that mental health side huh?#ahahah#im so normal and definitely not the problem#also yes he was the abysmal dicking but no that isnt way i yeeted myself out of there#well the lack of noticing i wasnt enjoying it/begging me to give consent again sort of was but shhhhhh#if you read all this i understand if you decide to unfollow 😂#also why do i feel more me in genral again#like i love being called they/them but he only ever called me she even after i talked about why i like they#sort of shitty he did but why did i just accept it and forget how comfy they them makes me#she is fine too but i pup not just a she
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highfunctioningflailgirl · 9 months ago
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The Damage Control Series - Masterlist
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A series of missing scene and coda ficlets of all the times Sam and Dean (and Castiel) got injured in the show, and we never saw them heal or dealing with the aftermath. Contains a lot of hurt/comfort and angst but just as much character exploration.
The entire series on AO3: Damage Control
On Tumblr:
Season One:
Damage Control - 1x01 Pilot
Damage Control - 1x02 Wendigo
Damage Control - 1x05 Bloody Mary
Damage Control - 1x06 Skin
Damage Control - 1x07 Hookman
Damage Control - 1x08 Bugs
Damage Control - 1x10 Asylum
Damage Control - 1x11 Scarecrow
Damage Control - 1x12 Faith
Damage Control - 1x15 The Benders
Damage Control - 1x16 Shadow
Damage Control - 1x18 Something Wicked
Damage Control - 1x22 Devil's Trap
Season Two
Damage Control- 2x01 In My Time Of Dying
Damage Control- 2x02 Everybody Loves A Clown
Damage Control - 2x03 Bloodlust
Damage Control - 2x04 Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things
Damage Control - 2x05 Simon Said
Damage Control - 2x09 Croatoan
Damage Control - 2x10 Hunted
Damage Control - 2x14 Born Under A Bad Sign
Damage Control- 2x15 Tall Tales
Damage Control - 2x17 Heart
Damage Control - 2x19 Folsom Prison Blues
Damage Control - 2x20 What Is And What Should Never Be
Damage Control - 2x21 All Hell Breaks Loose - Part 1
Damage Control - 2x22 All Hell Breaks Loose - Part 2 - Chapter 1
Damage Control - 2x22 All Hell Breaks Loose - Part 2 - Chapter 2
Season Three
Damage Control - 3x03 Bad Day At Black Rock
Damage Control - 3x07 Fresh Blood
Damage Control - 3x08 A Very Supernatural Christmas
Damage Control - 3x11 Mystery Spot
Damage Control - 3x12 Jus In Bello
Damage Control - 3x14 Long Distance Call
tbc…
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baybee · 3 months ago
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hehe i'm a lil drunk.... n all i want is a daddy who would force me to drink water to sober me up... fill my up with sooo much water n face fuck me.... make me have to pee while i'm busy swallowin their cum.... rub my clit n tell me i can't pee til they feel me cum all over their fingers
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