#undrunk

[fletchernetwork]

“She [Taylor Swift] had mentioned to me how much she loved the lyrics, and I nearly fainted and passed away at that moment.”

— FLETCHER via Rolling Stone

[elaadaniq]

I feel like I experienced a death of someone who changed my whole life and then… Just left.

It’s so hard to say how I feel about her, because I don’t know her anymore

[raremindrebel]

undrunk

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

[ace4thespades]

DON'T SIT DOWN FIND A DOCToh wait. FIND ELLIOT OR SOMEONE!!??

- UNdrink UNdrunk driver

Darling my llegs hu rrtthhehha. I’ll be fine. I’m reall y tired I’lls it . . down. for a few secon ds . . .

[butmakeitgayblog]

No don't listen to @karmensandiegowashere

I want Fletcher au and all their terrible decisions and makeup sex

Little does she know I also have ideas (not plans per se, just ideas) for a Fletcher's Undrunk Lexa POV oneshot of her emotional unraveling after she sees Clarke watching her kissing and grinding on Costia the first time after they'd broken up. The torn and twisted feelings of "good. I hope she hurts as much as I do," mixed with the instant regret at seeing the pain on Clarke's face and the sinking feeling of letting her disappear back into the crowd while she just numbly stays with her—... with Costia. Her feeling the regret that they'd even gotten to this place at all because she's so angry at Clarke but no matter what she does, she misses her so fucking much she can't breathe sometimes. She can't breathe and she can't think and she can't even fuck her own so called girlfriend without thinking about Clarke just to get off, and all the tequila in her system really isn't helping these jumbled feelings at all 😈

Don't tell KSDWH tho 👀

[tomb-the-god]

*Begins to kick the shit out of tomb for no reason*

[Also your no longer drunk because the 6/10? Was actually a 9 iirc

*Ooh thank you*

*... HEY WAJT WHAG THE FU-*

[cappucosmico]

cringes alittle

[fletchernetwork]

findingxfletcher: new level of undrunk live unlocked

[waffliesinyoface]

consensus on sake: tastes better warm, but actually getting it warm is a little bit annoying if you dont have a tokkuri. but even though it was cheap stuff, i still liked it, and it got me a little bit sloshed. so thats good!!!!!

neither of my parents cared for it so that means: more for me. mwahahah.

[vicariouslivin]

Obsessed with this live version. ON REPEAT.

My Favs live are Crush and All love.

[saphicscribe]

Oh. Consent. I get it now 💭

[finnaaustin]

UNDRUNK - SELF PARA

Where: Live Long and Pawsper

When: Tuesday, January 7th, 2025

What: Finn gets a notification on his phone that has him spiraling

Notes: This has been in my head all day so I had to write it down

Finn was in a rare state of mind. Everyone had gone home for the evening and he was just finishing up at the shelter, some last minute paperwork that he’d needed to complete but had been putting off since the Christmas Day Adpotion Event. It had been successful and they’d manage to clear out over half the kennels, a thought that should have him smiling as he filed each application away in their respective folders. But tonight, he was upset.

He didn’t check social media often, and when he did, it was to check in on family and friends, or watch funny animals videos on youtube and tiktok but today’s notification had been from instagram. A platform he had almost forgotten he was a part of. Finding his phone from under the pile had him excited to see what the latest animal video that had been posted was to be about. He couldn’t tell what he liked more - dogs or cats getting into trouble but he needed the stress relief.

His face immediately fell when he finally registered the name attached to the account responsible for said update. @its_ianK has posted a new photo, it read and he felt his stomach lurch. He stared at the tiny profile photo … he always looked so good with his glasses on - intelligent even and he smiled faintly, fingers absentmindedly touching the screen as he zoomed in on the photo. Shut up, he told his inner self when they rolled their eyes and slide his finger up to open the account. He was playing with fire, wondering just what his eyes might see. Was it another nature photo? He was always so good at photography - it was actually how they met - and even though they weren’t together, he still scrolled his photos whenever he remembered he had his own account.

He saw the photo but it took a moment for him to truly register its content. It was Ian in all his gorgeous glory, smiling wide at a brunette bombshell that he’d last seen walking out of his and Ian’s room wearing nothing but the bedsheet she’d wrapped around herself and a look of horror on her face - their hands together as the sun reflected off the huge engagement ring nestled perfectly on her dainty finger. He studied the ring, not daring to look at their faces, and immediately felt a sense of rage well up inside it.

That was his ring. Or rather, the band was his - he’d picked it out for himself when they were talking marriage - he would recognize it anywhere - the same tiny diamonds on the side, the infinity symbol surrounding the middle, which at the time had held a pearl when Ian had slipped it onto his finger in the store - now it held a huge diamond that could block out the sun. “What the actual fuck?” He said out loud, reading the caption despite not wanting to torture himself anymore. #FutureMrsKing #Itsokaytobejealouslosers - well that was lovely. He couldn’t see anymore, the screen had become snowy due to the tears welling up. He could accept being cheated on - well he couldn’t but it was something he could move on from but this? This was an unforgiveable betrayal.

“I hate you. I hope your wedding is a disaster and that you live everyday in misery and regret.”

He shouldn’t have hit send but the anger he felt far outweighed his common sense and as he threw his phone against the wall, he could only watch as it shattered and fell into pieces on to the floor. He grabbed the rest of his things and left the shelter, his blood boiling. He hopped onto his bike, revved the engine and took off, where? He didn’t care. Anywhere was better than home.

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At 5 in the morning, I would un-fuck you But some things you can't undo I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper But some things you can't undo And one of them's you