#drunkards

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

True Riches

1 When you sit to eat with a ruler, consider diligently what is before you;

2 put a knife to your throat, if you are a man given to appetite.

3 Do not be desirous of his dainties, seeing they are deceitful food.

4 Do not weary yourself to be rich. In your wisdom, show restraint.

5 Why do you set your eyes on that which is not? For it certainly sprouts wings like an eagle and flies in the sky.

6 Do not eat the food of him who has a stingy eye, and do not crave his delicacies:

7 for as he thinks about the cost, so he is. "Eat and drink." he says to you, but his heart is not with you.

8 The morsel which you have eaten you shall vomit up, and lose your good words.

9 Do not speak in the ears of a fool, for he will despise the wisdom of your words.

10 Do not move the ancient boundary stone. Do not encroach on the fields of the fatherless:

11 for their Defender is strong. He will plead their case against you.

12 Apply your heart to instruction, and your ears to the words of knowledge.

13 Do not withhold correction from a child. If you punish him with the rod, he will not die.

14 Punish him with the rod, and save his soul from Sheol.

15 My son, if your heart is wise, then my heart will be glad, even mine:

16 yes, my heart will rejoice, when your lips speak what is right.

17 Do not let your heart envy sinners; but rather fear the LORD all the day long.

18 For surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off.

19 Listen, my son, and be wise, and keep your heart on the right path.

20 Do not be among ones drinking too much wine, or those who gorge themselves on meat:

21 for the drunkard and the glutton shall become poor; and drowsiness clothes them in rags.

22 Listen to your father who gave you life, and do not despise your mother when she is old.

23 Buy the truth, and do not sell it. Get wisdom, discipline, and understanding.

24 The father of the righteous has great joy. Whoever fathers a wise child delights in him.

25 Let your father and your mother be glad. Let her who bore you rejoice.

26 My son, give me your heart; and let your eyes keep in my ways.

27 For a prostitute is a deep pit; and a wayward wife is a narrow well.

28 Yes, she lies in wait like a robber, and increases the unfaithful among men.

29 Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaints? Who has needless bruises? Who has bloodshot eyes?

30 Those who stay long at the wine; those who go to seek out mixed wine.

31 Do not look at the wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup, when it goes down smoothly.

32 In the end, it bites like a serpent, and poisons like a viper.

33 Your eyes will see strange things, and your mind will imagine confusing things.

34 Yes, you will be as he who lies down in the midst of the sea, or as he who lies on top of the rigging:

35 "They hit me, and I was not hurt. They beat me, and I do not feel it. When will I wake up? I can do it again. I can find another." — Proverbs 23 | New Heart English Bible (NHEB) The New Heart English Bible is in the public domain Cross References: Exodus 22:22; Leviticus 19:32; Deuteronomy 4:9; Deuteronomy 15:9; 2 Samuel 11:13; Job 19:25; Psalm 1:2; Psalm 9:18; Psalm 141:4; Proverbs 2:12; Proverbs 2:16; Proverbs 4:7; Proverbs 6:26; Proverbs 8:6; Proverbs 10:1; Proverbs 13:24; Proverbs 22:29; Proverbs 25:16; Proverbs 26:24-25; Proverbs 27:11; Proverbs 28:14; Song of Solomon 7:9; Isaiah 5:11; Isaiah 11:8; Jeremiah 5:3; Matthew 6:19; Matthew 7:6; Matthew 11:19; Matthew 24:49; 1 Corinthians 5:5; 1 Timothy 6:17

[random-xpressions]

To be drunk on God, is an intoxicant which doesn't leave your head even if you have slept for a hundred years. Even when you die and gets resurrected, you'll have that drunkenness still in tact. World will be busy keeping an account for their virtues and their sins expecting a reward or punishment either in heaven or hell. But these divine drunkards will be dancing their way to their Master - the melody never ceased, the ecstasy never dropped - why would we even then stop whirling, be it in this world or the next!

Random Xpressions

[fieriframes]

[I know that if I'm in the restaurant and talking to you, I'm gonna be highly distracted. Everyone knows that God protects drunkards and lovers as a competitor on "Triple-G" and as a warrior on "T.O.C." and as a judge.]

[fierifiction]

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I know that if I'm in the restaurant and talking to you, I'm gonna be highly distracted. Everyone knows that God protects drunkards and lovers as a competitor on Triple-G and as a warrior on T.O.C. and as a judge. I've been able to get into these tricks before, but now I just need to do something faster now. And as soon as I'm done I'll go to you on the bus. H. R. [R]ith-e-Mental health. C. L. (on M. Apt.) I'm the first one here in court. G. H.

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[crotchety-old-blogger]

My Utopia ⚠ TW! ⚠

A perfect, fully-functional society where everybody gets along with each other, everyone enjoying peace, happiness, and well meaning work. But first there’s the riff-raff that needs to be evaluated or eliminated. This might become a bit irreverent laced with dark humor. 

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Okay, in this imaginary world there still remains problems. There are people who are willingly jobless, on disability for some reason, they leech off others, heavily drinks, ingests illicit drugs, engages in casual sex with just anybody and anything, and causes what can only be described as trailer-trash drama in whichever unfortunate neighborhood they find themselves in. Clearly, they’re in a cycle from which they cannot break free. They will be arrested and charged with crimes against humanity.* 

*This can also be applied to the the son-of-a-bitch who drives 45 mph in the freeway’s fast lane. But that’s a different article. 

Next, all of their rights and privileges of arrestee are revoked (e.g. no lawyer; no advocate), and placed in a rehabilitation facility. Then the patient will be given a good mix of tender, loving care, but also good old-fashioned tough love. They’re forced to see the errors of their ways; to see how ridiculous of  human they have become. Granted, some genetic defects, child abuse, trauma that was not self-inflicted will be brought into consideration. 

For patients, it is forbidden that they leave the premises. It is mandatory that they remain in rehab for a minimum of four years. If the 12 headmasters of the facility all agree that the patient in question is indeed improving but not ready to be let out into the world, add another four years—this person’s outlook seems promising! Plus time off for good behavior. 

There will be trauma specialists, alcohol anonymous meetings, a therapist for any and all disorders all working together to help these people become a healthy, fully-functional member of society.

If it seems after four years or sooner that patients shows very little to no change in regards to proper conduct, (e.g. refuses to obey rules; smearing feces on walls; assaults—or sexually assaults—another patient or facility worker; tries to remove another patient’s or facility worker’s face with a plastic spork, etc.) it is up to the 12 headmasters of the facility to determine the patient’s outcome. They might decide to continue aiding the aforementioned patient, or not. 

If it has been deemed beyond a reason of doubt that the patient refuses to abide by the facility’s rules or society’s, then straight to the crematorium!

If such people kept leading a life of misery, but suddenly  realized that this might be their fate, you would see a whole lot less merry-go-round bullshit from these so-called help and crisis centers, and a whole lot more people saying “I’m willing and able, sir!” 

I’m sure if this place existed would cause such a stir, they would be protesting the company day and night. But, wait... They’re only holding signs... made of wood... Essentially kindalling. Alright, bring all the protestors to the basement. It’s getting a little... chilly out there. Bring them in for some warmth.

So that’s my world. What say you?

[truth4ourfreedom]

HARRIS VP TIM WALZ ARRESTED FOR DUI & HAS LIED ABOUT IT!!!!

Tim Walz was arrested for driving 96 mph in a 55-mph zone, then blew a .128. That's really bad, but just as bad is that he's lied about it ever since. He's repeatedly claimed he wasn't even drunk, and has instead blamed it all on him being deaf. But the court transcripts tell a different story.

Tim Walz put lives at risk, took a plea deal based on his supposed "remorse," and has lied about it for years.

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This is our next Vice President? I hope not! Please like and reblog so as many people as possible will know about this!

[chowchulo]

No one knows this abt me but Tom’s my favorite Ew character

[allastoredeer]

Headcanon! The hypnosis effect dampens with alcohol. Alastor fortifies with a shot of absinthe if he's expecting to be in close proximity to Vox. It has an effect like making a sound under water. You hear, but you can't really make it out.

Vox: (walks into an Overlord meeting)

Alastor: Ah, fuck. (pulls an entire bottle of vodka out of his coat and chugs the whole thing)

[sarafangirlart]

This is shit Bugs Bunny would do

Euripides The Bacchae

[peachetteprice]

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Your boyfriend. A military-led fiend. A once-devoted fan of football-turned-local-footballer who had dreams of becoming a professional in the field when he grew up in West Ham - though not the sort of field he now calls his second home - whose dreams were tainted with insecurity when two older boys in Year 10, shoved him face-down into the astro-turf during a lunchtime game, bullying him for his smaller size and slight stature. (Poor boy, he was only in Year 7).

The same Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, who, after his growth spurt in Year 9, during which his voice dropped, he grew a number of inches taller and built up the necessary muscle - having not yet given up on football - promised instead to rid the world of such patronising filth, through whatever means, eventually joining the Special Air Service to do just that.

The same Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, who, during his time off, ardently tells you time and time again - though you listen with as much enthusiam every time - of the event in which he came back to London a few years back after a mission, stopped off at Tesco to grab a meal deal before seeing his mother, only to spot, outside in the car park, the flashing blues and twos and wailing siren of a police car and, in a pair of handcuffs against the copper's door panel, the disgruntled faces of two of the boys who'd committed his face to faux-dirt all of those years ago, now men, if they could even be called that - ready to be whisked away to Ilford Police Station and charged with theft of a motor vehicle.

The same Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who gets equally as excited as the kids in the park to show you how well he can still shoot a ball into the net, having never lost his spark for athletics - of course he always gets it in from whatever angle - exclaiming "babe", "baby", "babe, watch", "babe, I'm gonna send it", and "love, you're not watching", relentlessly, until you finally look up from your book to watch a very sweaty, very pleased Kyle score a goal, yell with delight "get in!" then complete a victory lap to end at your picnic blanket for the purpose of placing a breathless kiss on your lips.

(The same Kyle who, late at night, in a tired daze with his lips tucked into your neck, will grumble against your skin, "you know, I was actually almost a professional footballer," just in case you might ever question his ability on the field).

(You'll believe him - it makes him too happy.)

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[random-xpressions]

Why have you even entered my tavern? Did you think we serve here wine or that you could grope a whore? This is where we come to dispose our intellect and rationale, we leave them like slippers outside the door. We step in naked here with nothing but the heart and soul. Nothing but allegories here, we speak to the stars till dawn, and they too ramble back to us. Like drunkards in the town, we all flirt around with the moon. Again, our parables are not for the faint hearted ones. We throw ourselves into the fire, there is enough depth of oceans within us to drown a thousand hells. Daringly outrageous we are here, throwing our arrows into the dark spotting our prey. He loves the chase, and we are the wild hunters that love to chase. He is the sought, and we are the eternal seekers, seeking His Noble Face...

Random Xpressions

[wantsusdead]

James Fitzjames complains to his boss Sir John Franklin about his crush Francis Crozier.

THE TERROR — 1.01 'Go For Broke'

[vale-n-tina-and-the-internet]

In between drawing Something Cool TM (excited about that but can’t show it yet) I cleaned up my sketch of Husk in drag from awhile ago, and tried some more coloring because I’m here to learn DAMN IT. Stuck to relatively flat style cuz actual rendering in waaaaaaay out of my grasp for now 💔

[lingrimmart]

We had a monthly poll on our Patreon, were patrons were choosing a character for a TCOL promo art. Flynn became a July 2022 hero! First doodle is a post-poll art and the finished promo is here.

The last page is a concept of Flynn’s location in Chapter 3. This place is called the Vitrage Prison.