#get at this vulnerable drunk

[gaywarcriminals]

Both of qijiu would be uncomfortable drinking and therefore they should pressure each other into it (accidentally on YQY’s part, on purpose on SJ’s).

[midnightdemonhunter]

PAULARUSSELL NATION STAYS WINNING!

[cementcornfield]

I’d love to hear your joe’marr night of natty thoughts if you ever wanted to share! 🥰

augh this is so old i'm sorry!!! but god yes i have MANY thoughts on that night.

below the cut for some rambling nonsensical (very shippy!!) thoughts about it!

so ok. it's long been my headcanon that the night of the natty would be when they first hook up, after a longgggg season of tension and hidden glances and awkward not quite flirting. like basically it would have been building for a long time whether either of them are really aware of it or not (and i doubt they'd be all that aware of it! focus on the football ya know? not on these funny feelings that i'm sure are very normal! that constant elation and adrenaline they feel around each other is just all the winning and record-breaking plays! in fact! winning and their feelings for each other are kind of completely intertwined so how can they even /start/ unpacking all that??)

so anyway! as we all know, joe gives ja'marr the game ball that night. we still don't know the EXACT circumstances (did he plan to, was it a spur of the moment thing, did ja'marr ask for it?? etc etc). we do know ja'marr joked later about not giving it back to joe lol, but i do think that WAS a joke actually. so like, obviously the whole team went out and partied/celebrated and didn't get back to the hotel until probably early in the morning, all drunk on booze and victory and each other! joe and ja'marr would have gone back to their separate rooms and ja'marr would see the game ball just sitting there where he left it on his bed before they all went out. and he can't stop thinking about the soft look on joe's face as he gave it to him. how amazing they were together that night. how it (for all he knows!) is the last time they would ever play together. and suddenly he decides that he needs to go see joe right then and there (to give the game ball back, of course, no other reason 🙂)

so he'd go knock on joe's door (who is still too pumped up on the events of the night to have fallen asleep, but he'd definitely still answer to door shirtless 🙂) and they'd just stare at each other for a moment, then joe would invite ja'marr in (because he's a gentleman) and ja'marr would try to give the ball back (because as much as he was bragging and being goofy about it before, he can't believe that joe would really be serious about ja'marr wanting to keep it. i mean. it's the GAME BALL. joe earned it, joe wanted it!)

and joe would get this serious look on his face and refuse and say that he gave it to ja'marr, that ja'marr deserves it for that game and for everything that season. everything he did for and meant to joe. (and of course what he would REALLY mean is that the ball is 10000% a symbol of his heart and his love and it all belongs to ja'marr, and it has for some time now! but obviously he can't say that because he is a Strong Stoic Football guy and probably still doesn't even realize what he means as he says it)

but i think ja'marr would understand anyway (because he has slightly higher EQ) he would get what joe meant. what everything has been building up to all season long, what joe means to him, what it's going to be like to be without him next year. and they're just looking at each other and they're drunk and vulnerable and neither one knows who makes the first move but they're suddenly making out and ja'marr drops the game ball and they don't even think about finding it until the next morning (because they are otherwise occupied 🙂)

but then the next morning! angst! because they're two dumb college kids who grew up in toxic masculine sports culture and they can NOT deal with what happened (no matter how much they 100% both enjoyed it). ja'marr would rush out of the room the next morning (NOT taking the game ball) and joe would see him trying to sneak out. they'd lock eyes for a moment and not say a word, ja'marr would leave and that would be that. but later that day, ja'marr would find the game ball back in his room. (i dont know HOW but listen joe was a god to the city of nola that day, he could probably convince the hotel staff or something. don't worry about it.) and ja'marr would see it sitting on his bed again and he'd be hungover and tired and freaking out and he would absolutely cry about it a little bit. because he's a huge cry baby and going through a lot 💔

but yeah, things would be awkward for joe and ja'marr during all the celebratory ceremonies, and then joe would graduate and go on to the draft, and ja'marr would stay in nola. and they wouldn't keep in touch at all besides a few texts in various group chats. maybe check in with each other once or twice to see how each other is dealing with like, the pandemic (hey 2020!), ja'marr might text joe congrats on being drafted number 1....and that's it!

UNTIL joe gets hurt his first season, ja'marr's sitting out his season at home in nola, and he reaches out to check on him. it's been long enough that they can both pretend they forgot about it, and they catch up a little bit. they're both lonely as joe recovers and ja'marr isn't playing, so they'd get to talking more and more. ESPECIALLY when it becomes obvious how well positioned cincy is going to be in the draft, and how high ja'marr is going to be drafted. which is when they start making plans that sound like fantasy at first but become more and more realistic, of actually playing together again! (which is how we get to joe texting ja'marr the morning of the draft telling him to have his bags packed 🥲)

of course it's awkward when they first see each other in person again. they barely think of that natty night anymore (except that they do all the time, but they're good at repressing and compartmentalizing! they're athletes!) but when they see each other in person it's hard not to remember everything that happened that night. but hey! they push past it, assume the other one isn't thinking the same things, and try to get that chemistry back (which does actually take awhile, as we all know! probably because of all the emotional baggage!) and then fast forward to their first game together in the pros (against the vikings!! with justin there!! fate fate fate!!!) and it goes so well and ja'marr gets that amazing TD that's just like all the ones they got together at LSU....and uhhh yeah. let's just say they celebrate that night too 🥲

[toxicroyjamie]

i honestly dont even think jamie enjoys alcohol that much, especially when he's in an upset mood

I agree! I think Jamie is exclusively a social drinker, and even then doesn't like being DRUNK drunk. He'll have 1-2 if everyone else is drinking but he doesn't like getting sloppy to the point he can't take care of himself

He doesn't drink the beer Ted buys him in Lavender, and I think that was because he knew he was depressed and didn't want to start relying on alcohol for mood regulation. I have alcoholism in my family and I very consciously avoid drinking when I'm upset because I'm worried it'll send me down a slippery slope. I only drink when I'm already having a good time :)

[angie-long-legs]

I'm back.

Socrates (I think) believed that all knowledge was inherently a part of a scholar's/student's mind, and the role of a teacher/instructor was to ask/answer the correct questions that would encourage the scholar/student to reach The Truth, in order to understand those questions properly. In this essay I will-

Today, I will twitch Socrates' method a bit (or follow it to the exact, I'm not sure, because I'm not 100% sure what his exact method was) and ask you a couple of questions. Nothing big, nothing scary. No accusatory language or forceful confrontation, since you don't respond well to that, and I don't respond very well to you don't responding very well either. I promise I'll work on that. This might take longer than usual, but it's a healthier method.

But for now, allow me to ask a question. How would you define Valentino. Not necessarily his relationship with you or anyone, but if you were to speak about him as a personality, how would you go about that?

Angel was in the midst of drowning his sorrows when his most notorious nameless and faceless "friend" decided to make an appearance. Alcohol wasn't his usual pick of poison, but tonight, the empty lobby and free selection of booze had seemed as good a source of comfort as any. With a sigh, he kept his eyes on the bottle he was nursing, choosing not to grace the stranger with the vulnerability that eye contact would provide.

"Didn't know ya were a fuckin' Philosopher," Angel quipped, a slight slur degrading his usual quick wit. "But sure. Since there's no gettin' rid a' ya, I'll play yer goddamn game."

Pursing his lips, his fingers tightened around the bottle in his clutches. "Val is... charismatic," he started, soft and uncertain. "He's captivatin'. An' he knows it, goddammit, but it don't make it any less true. He's smart. Yeah, he's cruel, he's a fuckin' evil sonuvabitch when he wants ta be. But he's... sweet, when he wants ta be, too. Knows all the right things ta say. An' he's kinda goofy sometimes, when he thinks ya ain't payin' attention. He's dramatic an' he's funny... he makes ya feel special. And I know it's bullshit, but... he's good at it, ya know? That's gotta count fa somethin', right?"

By now, Angel's averted eyes were glazed with nostalgia, wistful and distant. "I dunno what ya want me ta say, doll, but that's the truth," he sighed. "He's powerful. Walks inta every room like he owns the damn place, an' half the time he does. He's... sexy. An' he gets me. He knows me, really knows me."

Pausing to take a lengthy swig from his bottle, Angel allowed the silence to stew and fester, before breaking it with words that were barely more than a whisper. "I miss when he wasn't so... I dunno, I just... I miss how things used ta be, sometimes. Wish I knew what the fuck I did ta make him switch up on me."

Finally, the spider swivelled on his bar stool to regard his company with a pointed glare. "So, tell me, Professa' Stranga': what does Socrates gotta say about that?"

@hazbinned

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

gojo and toji being canon non-drinkers for vastly different reasons is so funny to me . i love them

[qcellbit]

It's so depressing to me that not a single person doubted that Quackity had "kidnapped" Richarlyson for a second when the news came out. There was no doubt in anyone's minds that this "sinister plot" was his doing despite Cellbit going completely off the deep end and threatening to take full custody of Richas the day before, and forging letters to place the blame on Quackity to take Richas for himself would be a very reasonable thing to suspect him of doing. Makes me wonder what Quackity can do to fully redeem himself in everyone’s eyes when he's infamously poor and unskilled and his good intentions alone will never be enough

[showtoonzfan]

Hades: Takes in a young vulnerable drunk girl and is supposed to be the big strong sweet gentlemen.

Hades the next morning: DAMN SHE’S HOT I- I CAN’T CONTAIN MYSELF

[bpdcodone]

I’m so angry. It feels like my skin is on fire because of him. He’s such a stupid cold liar he doesn’t love me and the memories freeze over. Its such a shame I’m gettin drunk while you succeed

[kaseyskat]

being both a sparrow apologist and a normal enthusiast is so difficult sometimes I am sitting here imagining them bonding and crying over canon and so few people truly understand me

[buggyhour]

Went a Halloween party last night (dressed as a nun) and there was a dude there who when we were in school we were friends, and it got weird after he admitted his feelings for me. I tried to be nice and tell him I don’t think our friendship is the same anymore. He sends me a HUGE paragraph of name calling, calling me useless and that he wasted his time on our friendship. He then proceeded to add me on social media. I blocked him on social media. I went to a party after that and he was there. He proceeded to chastise me in front of EVERYONE AT THE PARTY because I blocked him on social media. Most people were on my side after I showed them the text messages he sent me prior. But I want him to leave me alone it’s been literally 5 years

[osolin]

She watches the powder dissolve into the black tea, then stirs in a splash of milk to cut the bitterness. Behind her, her guest is laying her wares out across her kitchen table like a proud child waiting to show off what she's found to a less-than-eager parent. But Hrafna still smiles at her as she takes her seat opposite and sets their cups down with a dull clink. Her own is hot enough that the poisons added are denaturing as they speak, but the milk in her guest's has cooled hers just so.

"So, you see," Afthas says, splaying a hand out across the finely crafted pendants. "The chains are made with the finest gold. I believe I was told the gold was mined far in the west, where it's rarest. It's been a while since I got these — they're so beautiful, I thought, that I was reluctant to sell them on."

"Ah," Hrafna hums, reaching out to lift one of the pendants and hold it to the light. It is beautiful; the chain is fine in her hand and the gem sparkles a beautiful, rich red. "They are quite beautiful, I have to say."

The blonde grins and she reaches for her cup, which she holds between her hands. "I only stock the finest. I'm quite picky, admittedly."

"Well, it is good to be picky, no? It thins out the poor quality."

"I can tell, you have good sense! So — I admit to you, I did come here with the intention of selling. I so appreciate you inviting me in, with that in mind, and of course I understand if you're not interested. They're all ten gold pieces each — which sounds steep, I know, but the gold over in the west... you'd pay twice as much if you went looking in Korval." She leans back in her chair and gestures for Hrafnhildur to pick the pendant up again, which she does. "I'm sure you can feel the quality. But, if silver is more your thing, those are a fair bit cheaper. Gold looks beautiful on you, though. I see your earrings."

Hrafna holds the ruby pendant up to the light again and she inspects it with her cheek lazily supported in one hand. Then, with the pendant still held to the light, she smiles at Afthas.

"This is fake."

"This is poison."

The cup in her hands, with not a sip taken from it, is set back on the table. Afthas tips her chin up slightly and they hold their gaze for a moment, each with a knowing smile.

And then they begin to laugh.

Only once their laughter begins to ebb off again does Afthas lean forwards, elbows folded against the edge of the table, and she tosses her head in the direction of some far door with a mischievous grin. "So. Bedroom?"

Hrafnhildur smirks at her, and she rises to her feet. Afthas eagerly takes her hand and she's led out of the kitchen and further into the house. Hrafna can feel her smiling at the back of her head.

[ghcstpyre]

Maybe it’s just an age thing, like a midlife crisis 🤔 Oh gods…I’m terrible at analyzing and giving advice. Can I just give you a hug? 🥹🥹🥹 ily🖤 Sometimes a hug is better than words

I very much appreciate the hug 😭💖 this stuff has been weighing on me for the last 2 years and now it's coming to a head so my brain is just all over the place atm and it sucks

I'm gonna miss my friend like crazy as well, we've been friends literally all our lives so it's gonna suck not having her here. Makes me wanna just quit my shitty job and find something in a completely different country even though my stupid ass HATES big changes and can only speak English lol. Idk

love you lots though, thank you for the message

[quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome]

Okay, so onto episode 2 of Picard season 3 and I now have a whole series of pictures that work perfectly for one of the fics I'm writing

Under the cut because lengthy and also because NSFW

But also Shaw is also thinking "I know I know you from somewhere"

"Come on, mate- you've gotta remember me"

"Oh, shit that's the guy that I hooked up with in a booze fuelled emotionally vulnerable state that one time" (booze fuelled and emotionally vulnerable on both ends btw)

"I am deeply offended that it took you this long to remember me"

(But also "we can't let anyone know, right?")

"You're locking me up? Even after all the great sex that time. Jail. Jail for captain for one thousand years!"

"Can't let anyone know. Just ship him off to the bounty hunters who are after him. Much easier than dealing with it, tbh"

"I trusted him to still be there in the morning, but he wasn't and I wasnt expecting forever, but fuck's sake. Clearly running is what this kid does so maybe we let him. And as it turns out, I have bad feelings about everything now I'm letting myself actually think about it again"

On repeat- "Don't tell him you fucked his son"

Bonus:

The entire reason Shaw is in this mess in the first place

[puptoy]

cock from a boy who got drunk and asked you to put a collar on him <3