#drunk words

[lostboithoughts]

Maybe, after all this time, I’ll never be with you

But still, you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and oh how deeply I love you so

[heavyheavycream]

feedist kinktober 27 : boozy belly

this was one of the first things i wrote about em. i'm not the best at writing dialogues so i hope it's not to clunky, enjoy!

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[4ft]

drunken letters by me for me

[heartstringgs]

pre-tfc , extra content :

the raven king, chapter eight :

the king's men, chapter ten :

the king's men, chapter seventeen :

kandrew [ w/ neil ] + the 2 year quest

[readmydairy]

433

I am drunk and I am crying. profusely and I am drunk. I wish the feeling struck in my chest and would just go away. I think if I went to Barnes & noble and just looked through the isles I would feel better. Being surrounded by words of other worlds who could comfort me. The shot I poured is fucking huge and I just wanna read about books. I wish I was a kid in the store, I just wish I was a kid again.

[prokopetz]

If you please, reblog with your favourite random encounter/event/complication/whatever table entry from any tabletop RPG you've read.

Currently mine (from the random hangover table in Josh McCrowell's His Majesty the Worm):

You wake up with a wedding ring on a finger. It's not your finger.

[feral-ballad]

Dorianne Laux, from Smoke; “Smoke”

[Text ID: “eyes drunk / and swimming with stars.”]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

theyre insufferable

[itsandyhere]

oops

[b1mbodoll]

thinking abt heeseung that’s a bigggg fan of messy blowjobs idk.. he loves throatfucking but his cock is so big :( can never find a girl willing to let him violate her tight throat until he found out abt hybrid girls n how.. depraved they are <3

stumbles across ur profile on some petgirl hookup app idk n he’s so infatuated with you <3 you just look soso pretty n the pics of you pouting ur lips n lookin up sweetly at ur camera make his cock throb .. combined with how cute ur lil pupears are.. yeah he’s obsessed. so he messages u n is clearly interested <33 n the first meetup is enough for him to claim he’s in love w u ..

ur soso desperate for his cock n youre so willing to let him use you, even begging for him to do whatever he wants to you bcs you wanna be a good little puppy for him <3

you let him leash n collar you, following his lead when he pulls on the pink leash he recently bought just for you n mouthing at his cock over his sweats, drool leaking steadily from ur mouth.. is it a hybrid thing to have especially wet mouths or is it just you? regardless, he’s not complaining, nor will he find out if it’s exclusive to just you bcs after how good you are for him, he’s not giving you up.

he’ll keep you locked up in his bedroom forever if that’s what it takes to ensure you become His pupgirl <3

his pants are completely drenched in your spit n it makes his cock throb n leak, precum dribbling steadily from his slit n you’re whining soooo loud bcs you wanna taste him :( so he lets you; orders you to pull out his dick n pleasure him with your mouth

ur more than eager to obey, tail wagging behind you n ur ears perked up, tongue even lolling out a bit once you see just How big he is, saliva making a mess of ur chin

you’re quick to wrap ur lips around the head, sucking the tip n moaning when the taste of his precum hits your tongue, pressing your pink muscle into his slit to taste even more.

he doesn’t even have to ask for you to deepthroat him; you simply take his length deep inside your throat n look up at him, waiting for heeseung to push n pull you over his cock just how he likes it.

the noises are fucking filthy, drool and precum causing you to gag from the sheer amount n it makes your cunt clench, even whining around him, loving the way he groans so deeply when you do.

when he cums down your throat, there’s so much cum n nowhere for you to go, unable to pull away due to heeseung’s big hands forcing you to keep his dick inside, your nose pressed to his pelvis.

you wouldn’t pull away even if you had the chance, though; why would anyone do that? all you want is to feel his cum flood your mouth.

you get that and more, his cock throbbing inside your warm, wet mouth as his cum spurts inside, some of it even leaking out of your nostrils because there’s just so much; white, creamy semen clings to your throat and strings of it coat your upper lip from where it spills ot of your nose, the sight making heeseung moan your name <3

[wabart]

when your second ever friend acts just like your first ever friend (your bitch cousin, Illario)

Octavian is from here

Image transcripts below the cut

Image 1: no text on screen.

Image 2:

Lucanis: You have to stir it

Octavian (Rook): I will, away with you

Lucanis: Faster

Octavian: I need you to relax.

Image 3:

Octavian: I've been on your mind for years?

Octavian: Just for calling you an amateur?

Octavian: How flattering!

Octavian: I didn't realise you liked me sooooo-

Lucanis: No. No. No. No. No. That's not what I said-

Image 4:

Octavian: I wouldn't recommend prison. It's no fun and they don't let you leave.

Taash: Bummer.

[kait-bait8]

I will never stop thinking about the fact that the Hunger Games was canonically a drunk hypothetical. It wasn’t some great government scheme.

So many bad dystopian novels that have some crazy world building premise make it seem like some great creation from powerful minds. Some great construction. Think of City of Ember with its box or Divergent with its weird scientists(??) or The Selection with its bachelor premise, they are always “grandly designed.” Even in Catching Fire with the Quarter Quells the Games give off an air of grand planning.

But the hunger games were a HYPOTHETICAL. A crazy, extreme, what if. They were never supposed to exist. They were never supposed to be real.

Who wouldn’t drink themselves to death knowing they thought of the idea in the first place?

[joycrispy]

I'm seeing some confusion out and about over the title A Companion to Owls (generally along the lines of 'what have owls got to do with it???'), so I'd like to offer my interpretation (with a general disclaimer that the Bible and particularly the Old Testament are damn complicated and I'm not able to address every nuance in a fandom tumblr post, okay? Okay):

It's a phrase taken from the Book of Job. Here's the quote in full (King James version):

When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. --(Job 30:29)

Job is describing the depths of his grief, but also, with that last line, his position in the web of providence.

Throughout the Old Testament, owls are a recurring symbol of spiritual devastation. Deuteronomy 4:17 - Isaiah 34:11 - Psalm 102: 3 - Jeremiah 50: 39...just to name a few (there's more). The general shape of the metaphor is this: owls are solitary, night-stalking creatures, that let out either mournful cries or terrible shrieks, that inhabit the desolate places of the world...and (this is important) they are unclean.

They represent a despair that is to be shunned, not pitied, because their condition is self-inflicted. You defied God (so the owl signifies), and your punishment is...separation. From God, from others, from the world itself. To call and call and never, ever receive an answer.

Your punishment is terrible, tormenting loneliness.

(and that exact phrase, "tormenting loneliness," doesn't come from me...I'm pulling it from actual debate/academia on this exact topic. The owls, and what they are an omen for. Oof.)

To call yourself a 'companion to owls,' then, is to count yourself alongside perhaps the most tragic of the damned --not the ones who defy God out of wickedness or ignorance, and in exile take up diabolical ends readily enough...but the ones who know enough to mourn what they have lost.

So, that's how the title relates to Job: directly. Of course, all that is just context. The titular "companion to owls," in this case, isn't Job at all.

Because this story is about Aziraphale.

The thing is that Job never actually defied God at all, but Aziraphale does, and he does so fully believing that he will fall.

He does so fully believing that he's giving in to a temptation.

He's wrong about that, but still...he's realized something terrifying. Which is that doing God's will and doing what's right are sometimes mutually exclusive. Even more terrifying: it turns out that, given the choice between the two...he chooses what's right.

And he's seemingly the only angel who does. He's seemingly the only angel who can even see what's wrong.

Fallen or not, that's the kind of knowledge that...separates you.

(Whoooo-eeeeee, tormenting loneliness!!!)

Aziraphale is the companion.

...I don't think I need to wax poetic about Aziraphale's loneliness and grappling with devotion --I think we all, like, get it, and other people have likely said it better anyway. So, one last thing before I stop rambling:

Check out Crowley's glasses.

(screenshots from @seedsofwinter)

Crowley is the owl.

Crowley is the goddamn owl.

[lunammoon]

Listen I do not care if it makes sense or not I think Lucanis should be able to purr after being fed spite. I think that it should be something he did in the Ossuary to self sooth (could not control it) and I think it should shock him and maybe Spite when they both realize that no, it's not just a "i am in so much pain i need to do something" noise but also a "i feel really safe and happy noise" can anyone hear me?

[itsredpaint]

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