#and blame the alcohol

[likeafairytale]

“Okay but did you already have sex with a man though?” — Aeron to Malachai

Malachai almost spilled his drink to the question. It's been five drinks that he told himself that it was 'the last drink' but somehow, they kept coming, and he kept drinking them. No doubt Aeron was the cause of it. Tomorrow, he will wake up with a horrible hangover, and possibly a migraine with the feeling of hating himself, but that will be tomorrow's problem, not tonight's. In between, they talked about numerous subject; navigation, ships, Malachai's gift, but somehow, they came back to the subject of Malachai's sexuality, no doubt that Aeron was the cause of it again. The man seemed distant all the long of their conversation, and now the sea prince knew why; this question was in his brain since the beginning.

Aeron was for sure curious. Malachai knew how to deal with curious people, he had to deal with Nathaniel and Calypso after all, and they were very curious. For sure, Aeron was as curious as his siblings, but he was probably asking the right questions all the time. Always the sensible subjects, the subjects Malachai wasn't at ease with, at least not while being sober. Maybe six drinks ago, he would have been offended, and even would have left the bar, but he was drunk and tired, and the idea of standing up was making him dizzy already. So he stayed there, drinking his drink, that Aeron took pleasure to refill, as soon as he was over. The fae's prince frowned, put the bottle down and looked intensely at Malachai. The sea prince frowned too, sensing a shift in the air. He did not like it. He drank his glass before Aeron could ask anything else, knowing damn well that another forbidden question was following.

“Wait..... Did you already have sex with anyone? I feel I should start there.” Aeron asked in a whispered, as if there were people ready to spy on the two princes. They were, in fact, no one else in the bar. They were alone for an hour, but too deep in their drinking to realize it, probably. To that question, all Malachai did was rolling his eyes and sighed a little.

“I may not be as experimented as you are, but I am not a prudish either.” Later, he would come to regret sharing so much –to him, it was a lot to confess– with Aeron, but once again, that will be the problem of his future self, not his present self, who was now laughing with the other prince, both finishing their glasses. They finished their second bottle of whiskey.

“Hey you can't blame me for asking. You're so... stoic most of the time. It's very possible to me that you never had sex.”

“I'm not so uptight... am I?” Malachai asked, suddenly serious. To him, he was normal, not sharing too much, it never came to his mind that he was hard to read. He looked at Aeron with a puzzled look, and the fae's prince couldn't help but laugh to that.

“Please, 'repressed feelings' could be your middle name. That's why it's fun to anger you.”

“I am, without a doubt, drunk, but I still can perfectly punch you, do you want me to try?”

The sea's prince asked, back to his formal self. It was as if he sobered up thanks to one sentence, and Aeron did not like that at all. He kept refilling Malachai's drink, and the latter kept drinking, until the mood was lighter. Aeron came a bit closer, which made Malachai frowned a little. The prince of the sea moved forward, and once again it felt as if they were sharing a secret.

“So? Did you or did you not, had sex with another man?”

“Why? Would hope to be the first one?” Malachai asked spontaneously. He barely noticed what he just did, just like Aeron. The sea's prince smirked before laughing, while the fae's prince stayed there, processing what just happened.

“... Hey... did you ju- … flirting is my thing!” They both laughed, so much that Malachai's ribs were hurting right now. He felt as if he should call it a day, but it was hard to remember his limis with Aeron. For the first time in his life, he felt free and lighter.

[lovetositinsilence]

part 2 of this post ✨

[xxplastic-cubexx]

ultimate cherik + normal!erik solos because if i have to work with this group project longer than i have to im going to actually genuinely eat concrete

[taibhsearachd]

So I've been playing The Sims 4, as I do when my emotional energy is only at the level of "I want to play with my virtual dolls and tell stories to myself".

One of my Sims is an animal lover, so was wandering around meeting cats. She introduced herself to this stray cat named Gucci. The cat's two traits are Emotional and Alcoholic, and she looks like this.

So of course I adopted her immediately. I already had a cat in this household, so I didn't even really have to buy anything else, and of course I needed this alcoholic cat.

She is sad all the time, presumably because there is no mechanism in the game for cats to consume alcohol.

[galgali]

jekyll and hyde is not about an evil guy who independently inhabits a good guy's body it's about a guy who consciously and intentionally has an evilsona

[falloutnewnobody]

peter stamatin is such a character of all time. he's higher support needs autistic. He's so full of childlike wonder that he built an impossible building only children have the creativity to really see. He's a depressed middle aged alcoholic. He has exactly one friend, his twin brother, whom he has god's most complected codependent relationship with. He has two daughters one of which is aforementioned impossible building and the other is a random autistic 11 year old the government left at his apartment for a week. He loves so few people but has so much love within him

[blairwarbler]

Glee TV Show Chris Colter as Kurt Hummel Unpublished Wardrobe Photos from episode "Blame It On The Alcohol"

[e-22912]

MORE ADULT SHOWRUNNER OMG

[aventurineswife]

Dear [Name],

The sound of your voice still haunts my thoughts—sharp, biting, and final. Two Augusts ago, that moment carved itself into me like the searing heat of Sigonia's sun. I told you the truth. A gamble, of course, like all things in my life, except this time I lost.

You didn’t like it, that truth. You left.

I remember standing by the gate of your home, the sharp scent of ozone from the desert storm overhead mingling with the iron tang of regret. Your car idled for a second too long. I thought—hoped—you might change your mind. But you drove off, taillights disappearing into the storm.

You in your Benz, and me, well… I stayed behind. Always behind.

Now, I fill my nights charming rooms full of people who adore my tricks and laugh at my lies. They think they know me—the dashing risk-taker, the lucky gambler. But luck had nothing to do with us. With you.

And what’s worse? I meant well, I really did. I just aimed low, didn’t I? Played my hand with all the finesse of a child at their first roulette table. I wanted to keep you, but my methods… I’ll make it known now: I failed.

Still, that’s just the way life goes, doesn’t it? Slam the door, spin the wheel, wait for fate to mock you. Trust me, I know—it’s always about me.

But I loved you.

And I’m sorry.

Two summers from now, I think we’ll be talking again, though not much. Just enough to pretend we’re “cool.” You’ll have your life, maybe someone who looks at you like I should have. I’ll be out on a boat somewhere, distracting myself with the sunset, the water, the drinks that never quite drown me.

I’ll wonder where you are—on a plane, I’d bet. Off to somewhere better, somewhere safe. Somewhere I could never take you.

And I’ll think, for just a moment, how surreal it all feels. Losing you.

Then I’ll remind myself that it’s okay, because that’s the way life goes. Push your luck until it breaks.

I wonder, do you remember the good parts of us? Because I do. And sometimes, they make the bad parts even harder to stomach. You were the best—and the worst. The way you could see through me, strip me bare with a single look, that sharp wit of yours like a scalpel. It terrified me.

As sick as it sounds, I loved you first for it.

But I was a dick, wasn’t I? It’s what I do, this age-old curse of mine. A gambler’s folly, thinking I could bluff my way through love the same way I do through life. You called me out, and I folded.

Now, when I laugh, it’s too loud. Too hollow. It’s the only way I know how to fill the silence you left behind.

Two years. That’s all it took for us to crash. And I stare at that wreckage every day, wondering what I could have done differently. But the truth? I don’t know if I’d have had the courage to be the man you deserved.

I try to make amends, sometimes. Not with you directly—I wouldn’t dare. I hurt you enough already. But with the world, in small ways. It’s a pathetic gesture, I know, but it’s all I have.

I’m wrong again.

Wrong for you, wrong for me.

And yet, when I joyride down the roads we once traveled together, I can’t help but lay on the horn, just to hear the echo. To prove, to myself more than anyone else, that the past still haunts me.

I love you.

And I’m sorry.

As I sit here now, pen in hand, this letter will likely never reach you. But maybe that’s for the best. You’ve moved on—I hope you have. You deserve peace.

Me? I’ll stay behind. Always behind. Watching the roulette wheel spin and wondering what might have been if only I’d played my cards right.

Because that’s the way life goes, isn’t it?

And in the quiet of my thoughts, in the shadows of my regrets, I’ll whisper the words you’ll never hear.

I love you, I’m sorry.

Yours Truly,

Kakavasha

[thora-otg-xp]

Idk what this is, just wanted to draw disguised angel crowley.

(Aziraphael never knew he went to heaven)

[girlishwhimsies]

two bit drinking himself to sleep after the jumping my beloved

[hivemindclown]

I need everyone on tiktok who made fun of hollyberry and talked about how she was the ‘least serious’ and ‘least traumatized’ ancient to apologize right fuckin now

(Image is unrelated I just love this face of hers)

[poobletoods]

[mwolf0epsilon]

Seeing your little doodle of Henry and his cake had me thinking: can a mimic eat the same foods we humans eat? Or do they have dietary restrictions much like how animals can't eat specific foods e.g. chocolate, coffee, etc? Are they capable of consuming things like coal and oil like the engine they impersonate?

Yes, mimics can indeed eat the same foods as humans.

But they are also constrained by some dietary restrictions due to their organs taking on the specifications of the vehicle or heavy machine they've taken on as their final form. So, essentially, depending on what they become, a mimic's diet will change to accommodate the fuel type and the crews are responsible for preparing their food to specification.

Steam engine mimics consume coal, so they become more carnivorous in nature because they quite literally burn through calories very quickly (they run hotter than other mimics and, while their stomach acid is strong enough to burn through organic matter and metal, they are more likely to get sick if they eat synthetic chemicals).

Diesel engine mimics consume diesel fuel, so they are more herbivorous in nature so as to not overload their system with more carbon (they can on occasion consume protein to balance out their natural requirements, and they're considerably more resistant to poisoning than steam engine mimics, but they still have their limits).

Road vehicle mimics are more omnivorous because their fuels vary, and you even have crane mimics who are more often than not piscivorous or insectivorous.

That of course doesn't mean they can't have a few special treats of their preference. Human foods are especially delectable to mimics who view them as the most luxurious things that their handlers can offer them in return for work (being minor fae, mimics have a concept of value that they assign certain goods and services, and human food is at the very top of the list on the scale of offerings).

The only common denominator is that mimics are not allowed to have carbonated drinks because it seems to nullify the effects of Golden Dust Inc. Feed™ which is what railways use to shrink them when they're not in service (no one is sure why this is, but as a general rule of thumb you shouldn't give critters soda anyway...).

Here's a known list of what foods/snacks/desserts and drinks one can use to reward/bribe specific mimics (this is an excerpt from the Fat Controller's notebook, so it's not a complete list), some of which raise some eyebrows:

Glynn - English Breakfast / Earl grey tea

Thomas - Savoury pastries / Store-bought orange juice

Edward - Fish and Chips / Chamomile tea

Henry - Fish jerky or pickled veggies / Fresh fruit juice

Gordon - Chocolate pastries / Mint tea

James - Pancakes topped with fruit / Strawberry milkshake

Percy - Grilled cheese sandwich / Chocolate milk

Toby - English muffins / Black coffee

Duck - Cadbury creme eggs / Oat milk

Donald & Douglas - Cullen skink and shepherd's pie / Honey lemon milk

Oliver - Werther's Originals / Latte

Toad - Banana chips / Banana milkshake

Emily - Blueberry muffins / Black tea

Rosie - Banana bread / Cranberry Juice

Ryan - Pasty barm / Beetroot juice

Bill & Ben - Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches / Hot cocoa

Diesel - Steamed Brussels sprouts with melted cheese / Blackberry juice

BoCo - Chocolate pudding / Cappuccino

Daisy - Ambrosia fruit salad / Honeydew juice

Mavis - Fruit tarts / Tutti frutti smoothie

Paxton - Spicy sweet potato fries / Orange carrot mango smoothie

Diesel 10 - Bone Marrow Soup / Pineapple juice

Victor - Ropa Vieja / Rum

Kevin - Tuna salad sandwich / Dr. Pepper

Hiro - Fried chicken wings / Lemon tea (Substitutes for his favourite snacks from home)

Salty - Salted pretzels / Lemonade

Porter - Stuffed squid / Lemonade

Cranky - Crabsticks / Whiskey

Naturally no one is encouraged to give a mimic alcohol, especially not during work hours. It's not bad for them per say (I mean, alcohol isn't good for anyone really, you know what I mean) but it certainly isn't making any of them overly productive...

[oeuvrinarydurian]

Throwing out a One-Word Wednesday, largely because I’ve been working on the S7 project all night and I don’t want to say good night to Morse yet, but I can’t stare at my monitor anymore.

Given my headspace, today’s word is… Angst.

It’s so prevalent, I can’t believe we haven’t gotten to it already. 

I’m going for a little bit of a curveball, because I’m not going for the most overtly angsty image.

Instead, I’m going for a more subtle angst.

This is immediately following the big “I didn’t give her cancer” scene in ‘Scherzo’.

Win brought him an aspirin and he’s just about finished with the glass of water. It’s the very end of their scene.

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad go”.

He’s exhausted, he’s hung over, he’s drained, he’s devastated, he seems heartsick, and I get all of that from a shot from the rear, over his shoulder, of a profile. 

[professeurm]

dawn asking spike if he rlly loves buffy

and his ass couldnt say it despite him preaching about it so fucking much

like damn bro is going through it