#drunk tag

[asmolbirb]

“Did you know,” Laurence muses, once they’ve retired to the library, and the port has been poured, and they’re both poring over their respective correspondence, which they might focus on wholly were the conversation to dwindle, as it often does in the ease of these evenings. “—Did you know, today marks half a century—since my birth.”

Tharkay’s gaze flickers up; returns to the letter in his hands.

“I find myself reflecting,” continues Laurence, his eyes trained on the parchment in his own grasp, though the ink upon it refuses to coalesce into words, “that I have spent longer as an aviator than as a man of the navy.”

“In a sense only,” rebukes Tharkay, albeit mildly. “The Aerial Corps has had no claim to you for quite some time; nor has Temeraire answered to any formation, or the whims of any but himself. Notwithstanding, perhaps—“ this, an afterthought— “those whims of Parliament, mercurial as they are.”

Laurence hums, distracted. His next words have to fight through a sudden reluctance: “It would gall the child I once was, to know who I’d become.” And then, in a rush, “Yet I cannot regret it. Any of it: for in turn I gained a clarity of understanding that would have been inaccessible to me otherwise.”

Tharkay says nothing, only waits for Laurence to continue, and to reach the core of the thing he’s grappling with.

“I find myself facing another score and some years stretching out ahead of me,” Laurence says finally, “and the inevitability of some new revelation which must await, poised to cleave my understanding of the world in twain once more. I rather fear I could not bear it. I fear I am grown too old, too accustomed to my daily rituals and comforts, to again perform that reconstruction of my paradigm of reality which I undertook upon meeting Temeraire, and upon meeting you.”

Again Tharkay meets these words with silence; but when it becomes clear no more is forthcoming, he says gently, “I can well imagine how the myriad affronts to your morals which you faced in the War have embittered you toward complacency. Yet I am of the belief that predicting, even with utmost accuracy, the shape of tomorrow will not in the least stop it from coming.” He sets his correspondence aside and stretches a hand out to Laurence. “Come, Will,” he murmurs. “It is late, and the world has a tendency to cloak itself in sinister shadows at this hour. Let us retire; let any new revelations meet us in the light of day, where they may be thoroughly examined— where we may formulate an adequate response together.”

For a moment, Laurence’s instincts scream in protest: a lifetime of being relied upon to meet any obstacle with confidence and immediacy is not so easily sloughed off the shoulders. But Tharkay is right. The challenges of tomorrow will demand to be met whether or not Laurence successfully anticipates them tonight; and meanwhile, Tharkay’s hand stretches out before him, more tangible than any of the years he has yet to live, any obstacle he is yet to encounter. With a sharp exhale, Laurence stands, and places his hand in Tharkay’s, and lets Tharkay pull him to bed.

[wrathfulrook]

Fr where are my fc5 besties going if tumblr dies? Like I have no way to contact any of you 😭

[osaka-lilac]

coming down from my drunken stupor after an AWESOME PACKER GAME IN PERSON!!!! my first official packer game that’s not a family night when i was like ten!!!! what a fun game!!!!! happy thanksgiving to all who celebrate, and even those who don’t - i’m incredibly thankful for all of you in my life. here’s to many more. cheers!!!

[a-frog-in-a-bog]

ok i'm a lil drunk but it needs to be said. lesbians... i love you

[dilact]

Kesha on in the gay club

[girl-drink-drunk]

i be getting drunk and lusting over men

[sleepysundial]

very very dumb and silly ms paint doodles of drunk merc headcanons teehee

devastatingly left out pyro because i do not know how to characterise them 🙏sorry pyro lovers update: there is pyro now :)

[asmolbirb]

Something something a metaphorical examination of William Laurence that frames his life as a series of awakenings that ultimately culminates in him finally having the space to take a midday nap. Sleep framed as healing; rest framed as safety. &c.

[wrathfulrook]

Happy drunken fuckin new year 💋

[osaka-lilac]

hey guys. what if i drunkenly fell in love with a guy who invited me out to the bar after his show that he played with a performer that i already knew and a friend of mine. and what if i paid the bill not only bc i felt like it but bc i wanted to show off to the guy. and what if he showed me his bracelet he got while traveling in cali and he told me ab all his adventures around the country and living in colorado and i told him ab ny coffee stuff and how i ended up where i am now. and what if i had my first ever round of shots with him and i felt something in my chest and i dont think it was the burn from the bitters i had. and what if i introduced myself as al and he didn’t question it and didnt ask ab where it came from. and what if he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me both at the bar but also when he was performing on stage. and what if he asked if he could see me at the coffee shop this summer to hang out. what if

[dilact]

Dinner tonight is just a fuck ton of tater tots

[adriles]

when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess

[archonraiden]

anyway i was clearing out my liked posts while also filling up my queue

so if i've reblogged ur post from pre-2020..........ya........

[little-honeypie]

I'm having an extremely serious conversation with my bf rn but I just meowed at him??? Talking about trauma and like past wrongings and just 'meow'

Bf: like, he could've done so much more. He should've done more for you. Right? What do you think?

Me, mildly drunk: mmmmrow 🐈

[humanmosquito]

i've had about eaight drinks tonight and i'm only managing to tyep through muscle memory so i shouldn't be typing up letters from UN ministers like i just did but palestinain liberation trumps the amny (9 ) drinks i've had tonight