#praying drunk

[apoemaday]

Praying Drunk

by Andrew Hudgins

Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to start with praise, but praise comes hard to me. I stutter. Did I tell you about the woman whom I taught, in bed, this prayer? It starts with praise; the simple form keeps things in order. I hear from her sometimes. Do you? And after love, when I was hungry, I said, Make me something to eat. She yelled, Poof! You’re a casserole!—and laughed so hard she fell out of the bed. Take care of her. Next, confession—the dreary part. At night deer drift from the dark woods and eat my garden. They’re like enormous rats on stilts except, of course, they’re beautiful. But why? What makes them beautiful? I haven’t shot one yet. I might. When I was twelve, I’d ride my bike out to the dump and shoot the rats. It’s hard to kill your rats, our Father. You have to use a hollow point and hit them solidly. A leg is not enough. The rat won’t pause. Yeep! Yeep! it screams, and scrabbles, three-legged, back into the trash, and I would feel a little bad to kill something that wants to live more savagely than I do, even if it’s just a rat. My garden’s vanishing. Perhaps I’ll merely plant more beans, though that might mean more beautiful and hungry deer. Who knows?                 I’m sorry for the times I’ve driven home past a black, enormous, twilight ridge. Crested with mist, it looked like a giant wave about to break and sweep across the valley, and in my loneliness and fear I’ve thought, O let it come and wash the whole world clean. Forgive me. This is my favorite sin: despair— whose love I celebrate with wine and prayer. Our Father, thank you for all the birds and trees, that nature stuff. I’m grateful for good health, food, air, some laughs, and all the other things I’m grateful that I’ve never had to do without. I have confused myself. I’m glad there’s not a rattrap large enough for deer. While at the zoo last week, I sat and wept when I saw one elephant insert his trunk into another’s ass, pull out a lump, and whip it back and forth impatiently to free the goodies hidden in the lump. I could have let it mean most anything, but I was stunned again at just how little we ask for in our lives. Don’t look! Don’t look! Two young nuns tried to herd their giggling schoolkids away. Line up, they called. Let’s go and watch the monkeys in the monkey house. I laughed, and got a dirty look. Dear Lord, we lurch from metaphor to metaphor, which is—let it be so—a form of praying. I’m usually asleep by now—the time for supplication. Requests. As if I’d stayed up late and called the radio and asked they play a sentimental song. Embarrassed. I want a lot of money and a woman. And, also, I want vanishing cream. You know— a character like Popeye rubs it on and disappears. Although you see right through him, he’s there. He chuckles, stumbles into things, and smoke that’s clearly visible escapes from his invisible pipe. It makes me think, sometimes, of you. What makes me think of me is the poor jerk who wanders out on air and then looks down. Below his feet, he sees eternity, and suddenly his shoes no longer work on nothingness, and down he goes. As I fall past, remember me.

[pityroad]

Forgive me. This is my favorite sin: despair—

whose love I celebrate with wine and prayer.

— Praying Drunk, Andrew Hudgins

[seilnakyle]

just wanted to put the panel of Bruce being a genuine drunk teen disaster chatting up Selina on what is clearly a terrible night for her next to drunk 20 something Jason being silly listening to Artemis trauma dump 🫶🏻

[cockroachesunite]

Priorities

[victoryshowers]

txt posts r my only fandom contributions bc i never post art or finish fics even tho i make both LOL

edit: i realized i’ve already posted that tosh one uhhmm ignore that ^_^

[allthe-starss]

SOLO (drunk?) AMANGELA SMOSH MOUTH!!! i don’t know what it’s like to lose

[fellshish]

Do you think Crowley or Aziraphale have ever drunk dialed each other and said something a little too flirty or honest or stupid?

What if he hasn’t yet, but in the new season crowley leaves the most pathetic, wet cat, blubbering mess, heartfelt message on aziraphale’s heavenly answering machine and the metatron gets to it first and erases it

[lilaccatholic]

aaaaaaaaaahhhh the church job i applied for sent a list of follow up questions which, while a (seemingly?) good sign, is making my anxiety and imposter syndrome flare up SO bad

pray for me????

[leawesomesloth]

A little meme redraw specially featuring the feng xin pei ming RP accounts from twt 🤣

(They had been recounting the night they got drunk and made out and mu qing is not happy about that)

[madebypointlesswords]

That one time Gwaine got Merlin drunk

Gwaine: tale as old as time Merlin: meme as old as vine Merlin and Gwaine: *singing in unison* Beauty and the yeet Arthur: what- Leon: Don't. Questioning it only encourages them

[motogpnewbie]

I found a new song to edit rosquez to and I need to learn how to do I can make cause it’s a perfect song. It’s called burning down by Alex Warren

These are the lyrics

[deathprincess]

I prefer closing the bar becuz better hour better monies but i like opening the bar because i will pray over the tables and chairs before da people come in ^_^

[lavendermin]

What new situation can I put jing yuan in today for a little blurb to write

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

heavy breathing . i NEED to write a kitsune!geto x reader fic a la kamisama kiss 😞😞😞

[rip-reaper]

here's the thing.

in one piece's skypieia arc we see the shandians praying to the sun god 400 years ago bc they are dying of the plague and want to be saved. and then in episode 192 when enel is trying to sink upper yard with his huge ball of fucking thunderclouds we see the people of skypieia praying to god to save them, and conis wondering if god is actually real, right?

and then the scene cuts to luffy doing his usual shit and saving the day and dissipating the huge ball of fucking thunderclouds before it kills everyone and destroys the ancient land of the shandians.

which hits a bit different after finding out approximately one billion episodes later that oh luffy didn't actually eat the devil fruit which turns your body into rubber, it actually was the fruit of oops you're now more or less the reincarnation of the sun god, enjoy. yeah.

[gumihoe]

red velvet 10th anniversary. happy happy day. happy red velvet 10th anniversary. 10 years of red velvet. I'm a day 1 fan btw. I still remember where I was. rotting in my high school bedroom. when I check out sm's new girl group. I watch their music video. they've got this awful dip dye and the mv is so cheap looking and they've clearly been rushed out to cover up a bunch of the company's scandals. but they're such good performers. so charismatic. and that BRIDGE. shine on me let it shine on me. I fell in love and never stopped. their music changed my life. I spent my youth with them. I've spent TEN YEARS with them. 10 years of the best music in the industry, immaculate vibes, powerful performances, and more. I love you red velvetttttttt