#drunk on life

[lalaland-e]

Ninjago needs more fanart so I drew Ultra violet coz Ultra Violet needs more fanart coz she's crazy and I love her

[whispofsarin]

Fill my veins with the driest of wines

And make my soul drunk off life itself

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[illfoldthelaundry]

YES YES YES YES

i low-key ranted about this on my other blog but guys,,,let soda be a normal human being. let soda have flaws. he’s not perfect. pony just sees him as perfect. i don’t think he smokes, because im canon he only smokes when he’s upset, and while you could say “pony’s unreliable” i don’t see why he’d hide the fact he smokes from anyone when literally everyone save darry, smokes. HOWEVER i don’t doubt he drinks underage. i don’t doubt he commits petty theft on occasion. i don’t doubt he gets high sometimes. him and pony argue. him and darry argue. let soda be flawed. while yes, he’s a golden retriever guy, let him be unstable and faulted.

let him have faults. let him be emotionally unstable. let him be insecure. let him have a furious breakdown where he just loses his shit and breaks. let him be emotionally unstable.

he’s an amazing character and is probably an amazing guy, but everybody is flawed. there’s no way around it.

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposal and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[haha-shit]

I hope this isn’t the last time I’m seventeen,

And I really hope I get to be surrounded by love next go-round

- Me after I fell in love with life

[kazz-brekker]

dune part 2 really is one of those films where everyone is like "this is the best thing ever" and you're like "it can't possibly be" and then you watch it and spend 2 hours and 46 minutes understanding why paul atreides has a cult the size of a planet

[s0up1ta]

playing with them in my head like barbie dolls

[wotchernewt]

seriously though nothing can stop me from interpreting Real Life as canon just for how it progresses the canary curse situation. i'm obsessed with it. the curse gets broken in secret life and then in the very next "series", as much of a joke as it is, you get a situation like THAT. jimmy enters a mineshaft and everyone but him dies. not just his team, though obviously it's more significant because they were all red, but ren/martyn/skizz all get a mineshaft-death apiece. that canary's not doing his job anymore. he escaped his cage and made a break for the surface and everyone else is paying the price for it, and i for one could not be more proud of that little bird.

[kylefive]

guys pretend that im cool please imma show ur comments to my mom

[its-shells]

“So,” Grian says, “this is awkward.”

Scar says nothing. Scar had said nothing for quite a while, honestly, sitting cross-legged in the void and playing with the hem of his cloak. Or with the flower stems woven through the hem of his cloak, as it were. Lilacs and poppies. Grian had thought it painfully ironic the first time he saw them. Scar hadn’t. Not until now.

“So,” Grian says, again, “I can explain? I think?”

He can hear stifled giggles behind him, Scott and Pearl discussing the last moments of the fight. He feels Martyn’s heated glare between his shoulder blades too, knows that he’ll be getting an earful about taking his final life whenever the fourth winner can get his hands on him, but at least Martyn’s been kind enough to leave him at the mercy of the fifth for now. Or not kind enough, as it were. Whether or not Scar has any mercy for him is an open question.

“Explain what,” Scar says. It’s not a question, which is just as well, since Grian doesn’t really have an answer.

Can he explain?

“Well,” he says, “there’s these death games.”

The death games he technically started, and then technically couldn’t stop. The death games that weren’t meant to be blood sacrifices, but probably count as happening on somebody’s altar. The death games that no one ever wins, but technically–

“Technically, the people who win them get to keep their memories.” He scrunches up his nose. “Or, uh, recover their memories of the previous ones, I suppose. Which is what’s happening to you. And Martyn, and Pearl, and Scott, and I was the first, so–”

“One heck of a headache, right?” Pearl yells behind them. “Was even for me, and you’ve got four whole timelines to deal with!” She flops backwards onto the floor, which is the void, pressing the back of the palm to her forehead theatrically even as she peers up at Scar through parted fingers. Scott rolls his eyes and grabs her hand.

“Give them a moment, Pearl,” Grian hears him whisper. “I know you weren’t there for Third Life, but I’ve explained it to you a dozen times, so–“

“So,” Scar says. “Third Life was real.”

It’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now.

“That’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now,” Grian says, because he’s always loose-tongued after dying. Scar stares at him, unblinking.

“That’s a strange way of thinking for someone who declared the first ever game a double victory,” he says. His head is tilted to the side.

Grian stares back.

“That didn’t count.”

“It didn’t not.”

“You didn’t remember until now.”

“I didn’t not.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Doesn’t it?” Scar shrugs. He plucks a flower from between the dark threads. It’s a poppy. “No less than the rest of it. No less sense than me waking up with sand between my toes, or burns on my arms, or bamboo in my pockets. No less than the dreams. Those didn’t make sense either.”

“It’s not like you ever asked me to explain.”

“Would you have?”

“Not the point.”

“Isn’t it?”

Pearl is still giggling. Martyn is still staring. Scott is quiet.

“Maybe it is,” Grian admits, quietly. It’s not an apology. It never will be.

Nor is it forgiveness, when Scar leans forward to tuck the poppy behind his ear. Nor will it ever be.

Sure feels like it sometimes though.

[notpixl]

MASSIVE THANK YOUUUUUU TO EVERYONE THAT READ MY GOOFY AHH DRABBLES 🥹

Anyway back with more Feixiao-

Drunk Feixiao HCs

GN!Reader as per usual. Just enjoy taking care of your Drunk Foxian GF😗

This was actually going to be a drabble taking place after the animated short... but I don't want to sit there trying to write a conversation 🫠

Unless people here actually want that then feel free to yell at me for it 🥲

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> Laying on the floorboards with a foxian is one thing to worry about. But if it's Feixiao and she's drunk? That's three things to worry about.

> She's not going to let go of you anytime soon! You remind her of her... beloved! Your scent, your figure, your... charming looks... it's all too familiar...

> Miraculously, you managed to get out of her grasp! Congrats! Now you'll have a whining drunk foxian, begging to just hug you for a second!

> Will flirt with you with no filter. The most down bad she's even been for you. Expect cheesy pick-up lines that make you wanna pinch her cheeks and record it for blackmail (in a playful way of course!)

> She'll bawl her eyes out if you say that you're taken. Who'd dare to take you away, even?!

> Sometimes she'll stay silent, looking at your lips as you raise your brow at the sudden change in her behavior. Slowly, she walks towards you, tightly grabbing your shoulder before-

*Hiccup!*

Fainting on the couch.

> She does look adorable when you carry her Bridal Style to the bedroom, though.

> Don't even bother to switch out her clothes. You know what happened last time.

> You might have to cover up your neck and shoulders when you sleep... though I doubt that'll stop Feixiao from giving you numerous hickeys... or do something even more vulgar instead...

> When she does wake up in the morning... she'll nervously laugh at the scratches and bite marks all over you... but will make it up by kissing your forehead and snuggling back into your embrace. Who cares about today's meeting anyway?

> You'll pinch her ear when you see that she's five hours late for the meeting.

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(I'll probably come back with more since I'm in the middle of 2.4. Anyhoot, I hope you enjoyed the drabble 🙃)

[videogamelover99]

I hope the thing we took away from TBOB is that Bill is so much more of a loser than the fandom envisioned.

[2jihiir0]

“You shall only drink from my hands and eat from my fingers, pet..”

More gladiator steddie AU art 🖤⛓️🏛️🥰

[royalthorned]

i need evan to be a bouncer at a club and for a drugged, drunken barty to mistake him as an angel

[grandwretch]

nah bc I feel like we give Murray way too much credit and underestimate how much Steve hates being told what to do. if Murray tried to sniff out steddie the way he did jancy, Steve's mean girl would jump out immediately.

"you are giving me relationship advice? I'll tell you what, next time I wanna know how to be a bald, alcoholic fuck who can't keep his noses out of children's love lives, I call you. Until then, maybe you should work on the crippling trust issues that stop you from having your own relationships instead of living vicariously through everyone else's."

and Eddie is in the background cheering him on the whole time