#drunk tag

[asmolbirb]

“Did you know,” Laurence muses, once they’ve retired to the library, and the port has been poured, and they’re both poring over their respective correspondence, which they might focus on wholly were the conversation to dwindle, as it often does in the ease of these evenings. “—Did you know, today marks half a century—since my birth.”

Tharkay’s gaze flickers up; returns to the letter in his hands.

“I find myself reflecting,” continues Laurence, his eyes trained on the parchment in his own grasp, though the ink upon it refuses to coalesce into words, “that I have spent longer as an aviator than as a man of the navy.”

“In a sense only,” rebukes Tharkay, albeit mildly. “The Aerial Corps has had no claim to you for quite some time; nor has Temeraire answered to any formation, or the whims of any but himself. Notwithstanding, perhaps—“ this, an afterthought— “those whims of Parliament, mercurial as they are.”

Laurence hums, distracted. His next words have to fight through a sudden reluctance: “It would gall the child I once was, to know who I’d become.” And then, in a rush, “Yet I cannot regret it. Any of it: for in turn I gained a clarity of understanding that would have been inaccessible to me otherwise.”

Tharkay says nothing, only waits for Laurence to continue, and to reach the core of the thing he’s grappling with.

“I find myself facing another score and some years stretching out ahead of me,” Laurence says finally, “and the inevitability of some new revelation which must await, poised to cleave my understanding of the world in twain once more. I rather fear I could not bear it. I fear I am grown too old, too accustomed to my daily rituals and comforts, to again perform that reconstruction of my paradigm of reality which I undertook upon meeting Temeraire, and upon meeting you.”

Again Tharkay meets these words with silence; but when it becomes clear no more is forthcoming, he says gently, “I can well imagine how the myriad affronts to your morals which you faced in the War have embittered you toward complacency. Yet I am of the belief that predicting, even with utmost accuracy, the shape of tomorrow will not in the least stop it from coming.” He sets his correspondence aside and stretches a hand out to Laurence. “Come, Will,” he murmurs. “It is late, and the world has a tendency to cloak itself in sinister shadows at this hour. Let us retire; let any new revelations meet us in the light of day, where they may be thoroughly examined— where we may formulate an adequate response together.”

For a moment, Laurence’s instincts scream in protest: a lifetime of being relied upon to meet any obstacle with confidence and immediacy is not so easily sloughed off the shoulders. But Tharkay is right. The challenges of tomorrow will demand to be met whether or not Laurence successfully anticipates them tonight; and meanwhile, Tharkay’s hand stretches out before him, more tangible than any of the years he has yet to live, any obstacle he is yet to encounter. With a sharp exhale, Laurence stands, and places his hand in Tharkay’s, and lets Tharkay pull him to bed.

[wrathfulrook]

[osaka-lilac]

guys. i'm drunk n listening to the paul blard yearly podcast i love u guys wahoo!!!!! n i just wanted to let u guys know that you guys are epic and i hope you guys are doing well and please take care of urselves heres a low quality pic of a wet george from singapore quali as a gift like a cat bringing a dead rat or bird home from its allotted outdoor fun time

[a-frog-in-a-bog]

ok i'm a lil drunk but it needs to be said. lesbians... i love you

[james-p-sullivan]

i am so drunk you guys i just got back from my works christmas party (yeah i know its the end of may, dont ask) whos awake ???

[dragonymango]

Deleting a drunk several paragraph text, to say that i want to be friends with shin irl i want to comfort him sobbaaaadddd

[wkdwtchoftheest]

I have had too much to drink

[boldly-ho]

High as a kite at my in-laws bc they already hate me so I may as well do anything I can to not have anxiety…

[girl-drink-drunk]

i be getting drunk and lusting over men

[asmolbirb]

Something something a metaphorical examination of William Laurence that frames his life as a series of awakenings that ultimately culminates in him finally having the space to take a midday nap. Sleep framed as healing; rest framed as safety. &c.

[wrathfulrook]

Save me john seed. John seed save me

[osaka-lilac]

watching jerma while drunk is so freaking funny like the gas bit is so fucking good even tho it’s overplayed but hey. there is gas in this room but not the gas that you r used to

[dilact]

Instead of Hebrew I thought a post was in hiragana but I can't read either one so it didn't much change my understanding

[hollow-l1es]

FUCK MY LIFE

[adriles]

when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess