#drunk breakdown

[jarinnards]

Something something Heinrix when you don't bring him to commorragh something something

please don't let this have been done yet ffs

[rainybraindays]

No but actually, if you genuinely think Debling was good for Penelope or better than Colin because "he cared about her from the beginning" you're actually just silly.

Like first off this man genuinely had no deep connect to her at all. In episode 1 when they initially meet, he's a little flirtatious yeah, but ultimately thats not caring that essentially flirting at a house party, and he immediately couples it with completely ignoring her distress after Cressida rips her dresss and leaving to just not be seen again until episode 3. And when he shows up again, his behavior is very much similar to ep 1, where he proceeds for that episode to entertain both her and Cressida. Because to him it didn't matter which one of them he married, he was going to marry one, point blank. He chose the two most isolated girls in the ton, who had little to no friends, and pit them against each other until one couldn't fake it anymore and he decided "yeah she'll be good enough." You can't really argue he doesn't, because he does nothing to stop their rivalry for his attention until Penelope says she can't continue faking an intrest in birds.

Like his relationship with Penelope is so surface level its not funny, they don't know anything about each other, he seems to have no desire to learn. All he wants is, essentially a socially acceptable fuckable servant. Penelope reveals she loves reading and romance? He goes "damn, well you aren't getting that from me" and then drops the bomb that basically immediately after they marry hes leaving her for 3 years(longer because he will die but whatever) and expects her to be okay with it. Penelopes job as his wife, in his eyes, is to hopefully get pregnant in the little bit of time they spend together, and then to watch over his house. He even tells her he doesn't think he could ever love her, and while Penelope acts fine with that, she is a romantic. Penelope legitimately would not be happy in this relationship, and it would never get a chance to improve because this man is so indifferent and uncaring about his potential bride he's planning to fuck off immediately after marrying her.

He also, very clearly doesn't even respect her? Like by the time they're meant to be getting engaged, you'd think he'd have a higher opinion of her, or some actual faith in her abilities to be a loyal wife when they marry, but he doesn't. He lets Colin cut into their dance, and has no issue with that, likely because he views her similar to how she views herself, a relatively undesirable girl he doesn't have to worry about drawing attention as he was her only suitor, but the moment Cressida mentions they're childhood friends? The moment he puts 2 and 2 together about her actual reason for sitting in the window? He gets pissed, and leaves, seemingly planning to fully ghost Penelope, and when she confronts him to try and calm him down he essentially calls her a whore. For..what? Having a crush before they met? A crush that she thinks at that moment is one-sided, a crush that she was willing to bury to be his good little wife, he sees that and says shes untrustworthy, because he believes she'll cheat on him first chance she gets. And then he fucks off.

If he actually cared about her how some of you claim, her crush on Colin wouldn't matter, and he wouldn't have subtly slut shamed her for it. If he cared even a little, he would have at least shown up later to apologize for his behavior and either wish her well or try and sway her back to him. But he doesn't, none of those things happen because he doesn't see her past the ability she had to manage his estates and give him heirs.

He legitimately doesn't see her any different than how Anthony saw Edwina, and the idea that Penelope should have settled for that? That she should have given up being with the love of her life in order to be with this man that is seemingly considerably older than her, who doesn't care much for her past her ability to do the only two things he actually cares about in regards for a wife? Thats insane, like did you pay attention at all? If he cared for her at all he wouldn't have immediately left society, but he does, not because hes heart broken, but because his ego got bruised and hes pissed he has to start his search again, that his "find the loneliest girl in the room and marry her" plan wasn't a success.

Debling would not have been a good match for Penelope, and she wouldn't be happy with him. And despite what you guys seem to think, Colin has always cared about her, he was just her friend first which isn't a bad thing. He has always defended her, always been kind to her, and he didn't let another man ruin his chances with her.

Penelope got her happy ending, stop pretending she was robbed.

[mukimokai]

hey you!!!

wanna hear one of my fic ideas for a canon rewrite that will absolutely shatter your heart????

yeah...

you've been warned..

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TW!!!

dr//g ab*se, attempted su!c!de

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alhaitham attempted to overdose after the argument with kaveh over their thesis.

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they basically screamed each others throats off that day; they've argued over their differing ideals before but it was never this bad, and the fight eventually got a bit physical, and there was a lot of hairpulling, scratching, pulling each other up by the collar, because they weren't just arguing about the thesis anymore, they were mad at each other. until alhaitham pointed out kaveh's fatal flaw, how his altruism is going to fail him one day, and kaveh, who can't handle the truth, yanks at alhaithams hair again, telling him to fuck off, that he wishes he never met him, all through pained, angry tears. and then, he lets go and leaves, bolting out the front door and not even bothering to close it.

it was one of the first times in alhaitham's life that he had ever let his emotions get the better of him, and he watched kaveh run out of the door, panting and shaking, tears prickling the corners of his eyes out of pure, unadulterated frustration. and alhaitham realizes at this moment that he'd lost someone. again.

oh yes, alhaitham's all alone again!! no one cares about him anymore!! he'd just lost the last person in the world who gave a damn!! silly alhaitham!! all because you're you. because you had to open your mouth again. because you had to say something. all you wanted was to help, but nobody understands that. nobody ever will. to them, you're just a cold, calculated, arrogant, cocky, bastard. and look what you've done now.

the thought breaks him, and he crumbles to the ground in what can only be described as a meltdown, a very violent one. vases are shattered, kitchen wear chucked across the room, books thrown around carelessly, all while he screams curses into the air, directed at no one, maybe at Kusanali, maybe at Celestia, who knows, but he screams anyway, bordering on babbles as he stumbles to his room, dizzy and distressed and grabs the bottle of prescription drugs (working on what kind of drug currently). It's not full, it's almost empty actually, only about 10 tablets at the bottom, but alhaitham, hands shaking, laughs incredulously at himself, and eats all of them.

or at least: tries to...

the commotion he'd made upset his neighbours. initially, they were storming over to his house with the Matra beside them to have him taken care of but upon arrival, they were horrified. The matra with them practically tackled alhaitham, making him spit out the 3 pills he had in his mouth when they found him in his room; he had already taken 5. they dragged him to the bimarstan as fast as he could, the neighbours following in terror and worry.

alhaitham was saved that day and the memory still haunts him. he was so clouded with emotion he'd lost all sense of what he was doing and just felt, and it scared him how his own feelings took control of him. At that point, alhaitham only closed up even further, basically forcing on his poker face and shoving down his feelings because he never wanted to feel so vulnerable again. he doesn't want to feel. it hurts to feel. strong feelings only bring pain. more pain than alhaitham could bear.

so alhaitham chose to hide this story, he never told anyone about it, not even a single detail. but kaveh, who moved back in eventually and now lived with alhaitham for about a year since their argument, was tidying up when he found a bottle of pills under alhaitham's bed, it was practically empty, only 2 pills remained.

concerned, he questions alhaitham about it later and it was the first time he'd seen alhaitham genuinely look scared. when kaveh explained he'd found it under his bed, alhaitham snatched away the bottle and disposed of it in the trash, cursing himself for not having found it last year when the incident happened and couldn't believe it had been there the whole time.

kaveh isn't an idiot, he pieced it together the moment he saw alhaitham's reaction. he just stands there, completely speechless and horrified. all he can say is "when..?"

and alhaitham, for the first time since their school years, responds in a shaky, miserable voice, "a year ago."

and kaveh is stunned, just staring at alhaitham, who seemed so unreachable when he moved in, suddenly looking so heartbreakingly vulnerable.

he doesn't say anything.

kaveh just hugs him, buries alhaitham's face into his shoulder and hugs him. and he swears he can hear soft, weak sounds coming from the scribe, and he swears the fabric over his shoulders became damp, but he doesn't say anything.

he just holds him.

i'm sorry. come at my throat all you'd like.

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[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

I've never actually been high but my friends tell me I act like it all the time which tells me that ✨someone✨ should probably never mess with drugs.

[evilkaeya]

Taking teen skk to missions abroad must have been horrible. The world is their playground no matter where they are. They're never in their hotel rooms, they run down the hallways knocking on every door, Dazai keeps pushing people into the pool and Chuuya goes to the spa four times a day. They go missing for two days and come back in different clothes, Chuuya has a buzz cut, Dazai has a cat that looks like it fought three wars and a half, and with them is a foreign man who promises Mori he doesn't care if Mori has three children and receding hairline, he has seen his picture and has fallen in love with him ("Dazai kun who is this guy" "We found you a husband" "I don't need one" "Yes you do")

[torchstelechos]

Loop is like, Bad Bitches Stay Winning! And then promptly falls on their face drunk as hell cause they were crying in a bathtub in clothes they stole from Siffrin while day drinking.

[moominmanoneandonly]

My self-indulgent headcanon for tfp Breakdown is that he likes cabbage juice (in a version where they actually eat normal food) . And so, since normal people drink it to get sober, everyone assumes he's just drinking all the time. Like,' it's such a big thing Megatron would scold him for not focusing on the job. So he has to repeat again, and again that he doesn't even like alcohol and he just likes the taste.

One time, it became a big problem because vehicons wanted to thank him for helping them( + treating them like actual living beings), so they all bought him a liquor bottle each. The dude was very overwhelmed and didn't want to hurt the feelings, so he just took like 20 boxes of that stuff. Luckily for him, Knockout and Starscream have wine aunt capabilities of drinking like 5 bottles a day without others even noticing, so they happily helped him with that

+ I like to believe Bulkhead still remembers that preference of Breakdown since they did made fun of him in Wreckers for that and would get remainded about his old friend any time he tries to get sober drinking that juice

[allovesthings]

Nightwing during the War Games arc really is like:

We interrupt this regularly programmed mental breakdown and really toxic weird relationship with Tarantula to bring you gang war.

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 57 - Sneak Peek

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay (Canon divergence) Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie becomes a fixture in Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is rekindled. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile, Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something which will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming. READ MORE

Chapter 57, Out of the ashes, into the fire

*ring ring*

Hello? McCoy residence.

Sae? *twins crying in the background* It’s me.

Effie! What a lovely surprise.

*chokes back a sob* I’m sorry. I know it’s really early. I just didn’t know who else to call!

That’s quite alright, my girl. Of course you can call me. I’m always up with the sun, anyway. Why don’t you tell me what’s the matter, dear? Something about the children?

It’s everything! I don’t know what to do anymore! I feel like I’m letting them down all the time! Every day! No matter what I do there’s always someone hurting and crying. I tried vanilla essence. I tried ice and clove oil and nothing works!

Their schedule’s completely out of whack, none of us are sleeping and I can’t call Haymitch because he’s got his own problems! There’s just too little of me to go around! I only have two hands! What am I going to do, Sae? I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what to do! I need help!

OK. Effie. Breathe. Take a deep breath. It’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna fix this, alright? First thing’s first: Do you have anyone nearby? Someone in the Capitol who can come be with you now?

No. Everyone’s busy. I can’t cut their vacations short just because I don’t know how to take care of my own children! *sobs* I’m a horrible mother.

That’s just the exhaustion talking, dear. So you go ahead and brush those thoughts right off your mind, you hear? Listen. This is what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna get dressed now and then I’ll head over to Haymitch’s place.

In the meantime, Katniss or Peeta will call you up while I put Haymitch on the next available train. I’ll get back to you after and then I’ll stay on the phone with you for as long as you need me to.

*draws a shaky breath* What about the diner?

I’ll ask Hazelle or one of my kids to put up a note. “Closed until further notice”.

You can’t do that …

I can and I am. You’re more important, and that’s final. You would’ve done the same for either of us. What else is a family for?

[beanghostprincess]

Thinking about this fanart and how Sanji would have a hard time accepting his feelings for Usopp, but the second he's drunk he turns into a deeply honest drunk without any filter. And he just keeps being clingy to Usopp, whispering stuff in his ear and telling him how much he cares about him. He definitely drops the "I think you're my best friend" when he's drunk. Which is not much and it doesn't have to be romantic, but it feels more romantic than anything he has ever said out loud. And it breaks Usopp's heart every time to realize he'd never say these things sober. Zoro always stares at them while drinking, keeping an eye on them in case Sanji might actually hurt Usopp. It always makes me go insane to think about Sanji confessing drunk but denying it the next morning, not because he doesn't love Usopp or because he wants to play with him, but because he's frightened.

[the-woman-upstairs]

Oh, Daniel got off EASY with Louis. Not even a minute in and Lestat’s already force-choking him. They’re gonna make the Dubai interview look like 60 Minutes.

[some-dull-scissors]

wake up tomorrow and what? No calendar to write. :(

[red-lights-of-doooooom]

Maybe it's a good thing that your springtime allergies stop you from smoking, my love.

Life has returned to this side of the earth. I don't wanna see you lose yours.

The world is growing, and so are we.

Yet you reject it. You reject us. You shelter away, time and time again, as I have done and will do since time immemorial. You submerge deep within the earth, pulling the covers of black smoke tight around your supple throat as you bury yourself in a grim prognosis.

I can't hear you breathe if I can smell your death.

You're still so young, lamb. Fresh and pure. An angel waiting among the lilies. A lost soul plucked from farmland fields and the Garden of Eden, placed in a concrete jungle filled with cracked dreams and fragile hopes for the next train, arriving precisely at nine o' clock sharp, Monday to Friday. Shuttle buses will run.

I was a demonic denizen, inheriting shame and grief and trauma, lost forever to manmade machinations and the hands of the clock. And then you saved me. You reminded me that I was a human being, with thoughts and feelings and solid opportunity waiting on the other side of the door. You made me feel young again, hopeful and pristine, for the first time in centuries.

I am terrified of ruining that picture-perfect joy that you hold in your heart. Your body and mind may be spent, but your heart is as pure and good as any religious prayer. I long to be pure of heart and mind, but knowledgable enough to save myself from complete annihilation.

And so it breaks my heart to see you callously fade behind those deer eyes. Don't you see, my darling? I'm the damned soul seeking asylum within a slow suicide! I should be protecting you while I destroy myself! I would do ANYTHING to keep you safe and healthy from this disgusting world!

If I can't keep you safe, then I have truly lost.

I am nothing.

So please,

Stay with me a little while longer.

Let me wipe that tar off your tricky little fingers.

Let me hold you just a little bit more, until I am comforted by the warmth of your bones.

This isn't going to be your end, because you've given me a new beginning. I hope this new chapter together will last a long time throughout our lives.

I don't know if I can last another long, gruelling winter alone.

There's no spring without you.

[sallogeist]

oh no, wait a second, oh god i'm having a breakdown, what do i do, oh no - 2020

[baejax-the-great]

Per that Forced Proximity post: reluctant caretaker Patrochilles 😍 but in a way you already have that WIP in Broken Oaths. So good 🤌🏼

Ahaha you are so right. They are both in a way a reluctant caretaker of the other, though they might take turns at it a bit. Here, a section where it is Pat's turn:

“I don’t need your help,” Achilles says while sliding his arm around Patroclus’s shoulders. He leans heavily on him. “I haven’t needed your help in ages.”

“I am aware.”

“Pff.”

They lurch toward Achilles’ room together. Patroclus wraps his arm around Achilles’ waist and gets a better grip on him. The man is solid muscle and a bit too big these days for Patroclus to carry him out, though it still might be easier to try than get Achilles to walk in a straight line at this moment.

“I do everything myself,” Achilles mutters.

Patroclus knows he should ignore this comment from a drunk prince who probably does have more responsibility on his shoulders than he would prefer, but it’s too ridiculous to let slide. “I wonder what the girls who feed and bathe you and do your laundry and scrub your floors would say about that, or your generals who lead your men or the stableboys or even your horses who drag you around.”

They are through Achilles’ door, and Achilles shrugs Patroclus off of him and stumbles to his bed. Patroclus thinks this is probably good enough, and he is about to turn and leave when he sees Achilles struggling to get his bracelet off. He keeps spinning it around his wrist, unable to find the catch, then fruitlessly tries to tug it over his too-large hand.

It’s pathetic.

“Allow me,” Patroclus says with a sigh, and he doesn’t wait for Achilles to respond before he reaches for his hand and finds the clasp. The bracelet springs open, and Patroclus places it on his bedside table. He scans Achilles for more problems that might dig into him as he sleeps, and reaches for his foot to undo the bangle there. Achilles is at least able to pull the pins out of his chiton, though he tosses them on the floor like an imbecile.

When Patroclus reaches up to take the headband out of Achilles’ hair, Achilles grabs his wrist. He stares into his eyes and says, “I would have done this for you.”

Cheap words that smell like stale wine, but he stares at Patroclus with his drink-dulled eyes like he means them, like he cares. Maybe the wine was enough to awaken his long-dead fondness for Patroclus. Patroclus just wants to finish this and get out of his room.

“I don’t drink to excess,” he states, pulling his hand out of Achilles’ grasp.  

It’s not entirely a lie. He has in the past and perhaps then it would have been nice to have a very large friend looking out for him so that he could make it home safe and not be robbed of anything vaguely shiny he might own, but that experience was enough for him to realize how foolish he was being.

Achilles lowers his head for him and mutters, “Neither do I.”

Patroclus only pulls his hair a little while removing the headband.

[mustangs-flames]

OH MY GOSH MUSTANG. HOW COULD YOU? THEY'VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH.

Also Idk how it took me so long to see the pattern of sons growing up to act like their father in the same way that made them traumatized. It makes me worried for Adam, who had 2 dads that were both terrible.

It's only going to get worse for them tbh :)

Quite a lot of the characters perpetuate cycles from their parents at some point in the story. Part 6 really focuses on Mark's anger issues and Cian's inability to handle grief in a healthy way and the substance abuse (alcohol) he ends up relying on to try and cope when smoking isn't enough anymore. They both have to break it in order to move forward but they do some shitty things whilst trapped in their spirals, which is supposed to link/parallel to m!Cesar's acceptance of humanity and becoming a better person. Something something, even after you've done bad things you can still do better, but you have to actively make the choice and work hard at it, you know?

Idk if any of that makes sense but it will as Part 6 comes out lmao