#get at this vulnerable drunk

[midnightdemonhunter]

PAULARUSSELL NATION STAYS WINNING!

[mitskijamie]

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

[winepresswrath]

The author is dead but according to our beloved necromantic traditions Jod is neither telling a series of slickly manipulative half-lies nor painstakingly recounting the truth as best he is able. He is drunk and ranting at McDonalds. Perhaps most crucially, he is going to regret this when he sobers up.

[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

[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

[dutybcrne]

A little known fact is Kaeya usually tends to cry out of frustration. Little known, because he tends to be so good at masking it and holding back when it comes to a head, with only Adelinde having been the one he felt comfortable enough to cry around, back in his youth.

Nowadays, he will adamantly refuse to cry in front of anyone, even those he’s closest to. But if one who knows him well enough might happen to witness his lashes seemingly fluttering as he rolls his eyes after a verbal bout with Diluc, they’ll know.

They’ll know.

[medusanova]

Andylind + Rosalind breaking down

“General, I think you need to-” Andreas’ sentence broke off at what he saw when he pulled opened the flap of her tent, the map in his hands instantly forgotten.

She hadn’t been General long — barely a year she’d had to strengthen their group as they fought the Burned Ones day in and day out — and while he couldn’t say he hated having such a powerful and… striking leader, he could say that she was certainly a vindictive, cold-blooded woman on a mission. Hell, even his friend Silva, the tender-hearted bastard, had agreed.

Sure, there were those times she deliberately threw in a grain of remorse when one of their comrades died, or tinted her tone with an off-putting level of camaraderie, or stretched out a little too languidly on his bedroll before she left his tent. But he knew that she was all sharp edges, both in bed and out of it.

Like the cold precision of a freshly sharpened dagger, there was nothing welcoming or soft about her. And yet.. he’d never seen her like this before.

Night had long since fallen over the camp, leaving her tent washed in gold by the lone lantern in the corner of her quarters. She was slumped over her small desk staring into space with an unfocused gaze. Maps and strategies and lists forgotten in favor of an almost-empty bottle of Irish whiskey held in the vice grip of her hand. The other held the weight of her head, flushed cheeks a stark contrast against her pale knuckles.

Instantly he knew there was something wrong. First, she’d severely punished 2 soldiers for drinking a few weeks after she’d taken the reigns: a true soldier never impairs their ability to think or fight. Then there was the fact that the only time he’d seen her without her uniform was in his tent, and even then she always left with it on, like she slept in it.

Most significantly though was the fact that she.. hadn’t noticed him. Her mind, her reflexes, were her greatest strength in battle. She was a Mind Fairy after all, she could prepare for almost anything before it even dared to happen. And she hadn’t noticed him.

Lowering his voice, Andreas tried again. “General? Are you-”

Startling, Rosalind slammed the whiskey bottle down, cruelty etched instinctively into her expression. “How fucking dare you-“ she paused, glassy eyes finally noticing him. “Oh.. it’s you.” She picked the bottle back up, finishing it off. And that’s when he realized she was.. upset.

Andreas felt like he’d caught a wounded lion. Did he approach, risk getting mauled to help it? Or did he ignore it, let nature take its course?

Fuck it, he decided resting his hands on the other side of her desk, draining the last few drops of whiskey from an abandoned glass. Since when did he ever take the coward’s way out?

“Is this about our loss yesterday?” He started, attempting to gloss over the moment. After all, it’s what he would want if any fucker ever caught him in a less-than-sober state. “Because I think I have-”

“Yes, yes. It is about loss,” she nodded her head, appearing to carry on her own version of the conversation. “It’s always about something that’s lost, isn’t it? The battle was lost, soldiers are lost, your wife is lost, and my Si- …my… he was lost. He was my loss, don’t you see?” And at this point, all Andreas could do was watch the stones of the fortress before him crumble at his feet and dodge the fallout in its wake.

She concluded her rambling with a rough, “And every single one of those bloody fuckers will pay. Do you hear me?”

Still attempting to get his foothold within the mess around him, he agreed, “They’ll pay alright, General.”

Looking up at him, her eyes clear for the first time since he walked into her tent, she said, “Good. Now, make me forget. Everything.” She stood up, reaching out to snatch him by his collar and pull him close to her whiskey-laced lips. “And that’s an order.”

[gloopdimension]

I think orion relies a lot on his foresight

[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