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whyamiagleek · 1 year

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what was your first glee ship need to know if i should be embarrassed or not

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kait-bait8 · 5 months

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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?

#it’s just SO good in ways I can’t articulate #I’m tired and words are hard #BUT IT WAS A DUMB DRUNK CONVERSATION #probably just angry ranting #but then real children killed and were killed by other real children #ugh it’s too much #the hunger games #thg #tbosas

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its-shells · 4 months

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“So,” Grian says, “this is awkward.”

Scar says nothing. Scar had said nothing for quite a while, honestly, sitting cross-legged in the void and playing with the hem of his cloak. Or with the flower stems woven through the hem of his cloak, as it were. Lilacs and poppies. Grian had thought it painfully ironic the first time he saw them. Scar hadn’t. Not until now.

“So,” Grian says, again, “I can explain? I think?”

He can hear stifled giggles behind him, Scott and Pearl discussing the last moments of the fight. He feels Martyn’s heated glare between his shoulder blades too, knows that he’ll be getting an earful about taking his final life whenever the fourth winner can get his hands on him, but at least Martyn’s been kind enough to leave him at the mercy of the fifth for now. Or not kind enough, as it were. Whether or not Scar has any mercy for him is an open question.

“Explain what,” Scar says. It’s not a question, which is just as well, since Grian doesn’t really have an answer.

Can he explain?

“Well,” he says, “there’s these death games.”

The death games he technically started, and then technically couldn’t stop. The death games that weren’t meant to be blood sacrifices, but probably count as happening on somebody’s altar. The death games that no one ever wins, but technically–

“Technically, the people who win them get to keep their memories.” He scrunches up his nose. “Or, uh, recover their memories of the previous ones, I suppose. Which is what’s happening to you. And Martyn, and Pearl, and Scott, and I was the first, so–”

“One heck of a headache, right?” Pearl yells behind them. “Was even for me, and you’ve got four whole timelines to deal with!” She flops backwards onto the floor, which is the void, pressing the back of the palm to her forehead theatrically even as she peers up at Scar through parted fingers. Scott rolls his eyes and grabs her hand.

“Give them a moment, Pearl,” Grian hears him whisper. “I know you weren’t there for Third Life, but I’ve explained it to you a dozen times, so–“

“So,” Scar says. “Third Life was real.”

It’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now.

“That’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now,” Grian says, because he’s always loose-tongued after dying. Scar stares at him, unblinking.

“That’s a strange way of thinking for someone who declared the first ever game a double victory,” he says. His head is tilted to the side.

Grian stares back.

“That didn’t count.”

“It didn’t not.”

“You didn’t remember until now.”

“I didn’t not.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Doesn’t it?” Scar shrugs. He plucks a flower from between the dark threads. It’s a poppy. “No less than the rest of it. No less sense than me waking up with sand between my toes, or burns on my arms, or bamboo in my pockets. No less than the dreams. Those didn’t make sense either.”

“It’s not like you ever asked me to explain.”

“Would you have?”

“Not the point.”

“Isn’t it?”

Pearl is still giggling. Martyn is still staring. Scott is quiet.

“Maybe it is,” Grian admits, quietly. It’s not an apology. It never will be.

Nor is it forgiveness, when Scar leans forward to tuck the poppy behind his ear. Nor will it ever be.

Sure feels like it sometimes though.

#OMG IM FINALLY SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS SO YOU GET THIS #is this good? idk i’m too drunk to tell. but i sure am obsessed about secret life ending.#secret life smp #secret life #secret life spoilers #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #scarian #desert duo #desertduo #slsmp #slsmp spoilers #shells writes

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ao3-crack · 1 year

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#archive of our own #ao3 quotes #ao3 stuff #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #ao3 tags #i wrote it drunk after having real life gay sex #so everyone cheer for me #i think this is the funniest shit ive ever read bro #I’m still laughing as I post this #bro im lightheaded #from laughing so fucking much

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carissime · 7 months

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Literally no thoughts just Gojo after your wedding carrying you over the threshold of your hotel room. You’re not leaving for your honeymoon until the morning but he nearly trips on the doorframe in his haste.

“You really don’t need to carry me—”

“But it’s tradition, we need to consummate the marriage!” he insists. Within seconds his lips are against yours and he’s fumbling with the light switch, and you finally swat his hand away and just beg him to take you to the bed.

He works the zipper of your dress down, part of him sad that he’s not going to see you in this gorgeous gown again, but then it reveals your white lace lingerie and the groan he lets out is broken and guttural and desperate.

This is far from the first time he’s seen you like this, but there’s something about this moment here and now that makes it so much more intense, so much more intimate and he just never wants to let you go.

“Satoru,” you whisper, and his breath hitches.

He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Shh, I know. Just lemme take care of you, like I promised.”

And when he sees the gold band on his fourth finger pressing into the skin of your hips as he sheaths himself inside of you, he nearly loses himself, sending up a prayer to whatever gods are listening that he can keep his promise to keep you safe and happy forever.

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rancidsugar · 3 months

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starfilledsea · 10 days

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thinking about “to know how it ends but still begin to sing it again” and “it’s a story about someone who tries” and “we raise our cups to orpheus not because he succeeds but because he tries. we understand implicitly that there’s value in his trying and even in his failure.” and “it’s a sad song but we keep singing even so.” even when you fail there is value in the fact that you tried and that you believed enough in your goal to try despite knowing you might fail. it is worthwhile to try, because you never know. maybe it will turn out this time! perseverance despite the odds is worth celebrating even if it ends in failure. success is not the only thing that matters. and you never know that the ripple effect of your actions might be. orpheus does not recuse eurydice but he succeeds in helping spring to come again and potentially in preventing other people from losing their loved ones as he did, and that is a good outcome. we do not see the effect he had on the other workers in hadestown. yes, orpheus failed, but maybe if they sing it again someone else will succeed. someone has to keep telling the story.

#hadestown #i’m probably still a little drunk so idk if this is fully coherent but i just finished relistening to hadestown and man…. few things get to #me like this musical #it understands why we keep telling tragedies and why people are drawn to them

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snowberry-pie · 7 months

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what i like about ascendant astarion is that he’s completely undeniably pathetic. he’s scooby doo levels of cartoon villainy. he monologues on and on and on about ruling baldur’s gate as a diabolical overlord when every plan he has ever concocted is some variation of “step one: succeed at task, step two: profit”. if you kick him in the nuts he throws a tantrum and leaves your party. guarantee you he either he dies in a ditch in a few months time or he spends the rest of his days regularly getting thwarted perry the platypus style

#bg3 #astarion #the tragedy of it all is very yummy tbh #if he was a different character i could take him more seriously but i know this dude #mr ‘i’m not a details person’ could never in a million years rule a city much less the world #he’s drunk on power and it makes me so so sad but it’s funny

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tojisun · 8 months

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hhhmmm ythink ghost talks you through it? just… think about his quiet murmurs of, “jus’ like that, sweetheart. s’right, jus’ like that.” or “on your knees, sweet girl.” or “open y’r mouth wider – look at you, y’r takin’ me so well, love. so greedily too.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #hes drunk off of u 😔🫶🏼#gnashing my teeth so hard i can hear my braces squeak in protest #suns #i’m procrastinating instead of doing homework so pls feel free to ignore me 😭

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babaiii · 3 months

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i love when people make parallels between law and robin + their reaction to luffy.

here’s us, survivors of genocide, who’ve forfeit our right to future, hollowed out, waiting for death — but we’ll have our last dance before we go.

here’s the god of joy, who’s heart beats the song of liberation, and he dances with us, yet he refuses to let go of our hands, for him it’s not the last. like all gods, he’s selfish enough to dig his nails in, selfish enough to invite himself behind our walls and look around, unbothered. he’s smiling, he wants us to hear his song and cheer with him. he doesn’t like the empty look in our eyes, others hate it too, but the fire he wants to see burning there is not the same that burned our homes, not the same that burned the dead, instead it’s messy and childish, with no respect for orders, it’s ace and sabo, it consumes the warships but leaves us warmed. annoyed by the darkness, he burns down the pitch black forests around us, opens up the skies and asks for a party, both of us now untethered and covered in soot.

here’s us looking into the void and the void sending her child to keep us company. what is there for us to do other than laugh with him, and when we quiet down, the void is no longer there.

#luffy called god hanging out w boy called death and girl called demon. hm.#one piece #shb op commentary #monkey d luffy #trafalgar d water law #nico robin #i am. so drunk.#it’s 6 in the morning and i’m off the wazoo

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whereismyhat5678 · 4 months

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OKAY WAIT GUYS-

Have I EVER drawn Peppino from the soundtrack album cover? NO- Today I change that 😌 (With Gustavo too)

Also headcannons for drunk Peppino and Gustavo: (if I already said these in old posts sorry- 😅)

I STILL stand the point of Peppino either being an angry drunk and funny drunk. He’ll punch you in the face if you look at him the wrong way BUT will make you die laughing at how goofy he is-

Gustavo is more-a-less a happy drunk. He laughs at practically anything and he’s just sunshine. He’s a sweetheart what can I tell ya’-

When Peppino drinks PEPPINO DRINKS like the mf goes ALL OUT when he wants to get drunk- EVEN when he says he’ll “Get ONE drink” he has AT LEAST 10 bottles of whatever alcohol they have- HE GOES HARD

OOOO I ALSO WANNA ADD the more he drinks the more noticeable his accent is, like THE HARDEST ITALIAN ACCENT shows when he’s on his 8th bottle IT’S INSANE-

For Gustavo I don’t really think he’s a hard drinker, he tries to stay as sober as possible so at least they can go back home normally without migraines in the morning- But sometimes he does get a bit carried away-

They dance like there’s no tomorrow on the dance floor- WHEN IT’S JUST THE TWO OF THEM FUCK YEAH THEY’RE GONNA HAVE A GOOD TIME‼️ They WILL shred imaginary guitars together they WILL sing (very horrible) karaoke and they WILL have a good time together because they JUST DO. You CAN’T TELL ME they aren’t magnets to each other THEY’RE INSEPARABLE WHEN DRUNK-

And finally when they need to get back home, BEFORE THE TOWER they would call a Taxi, Peppino is actually quite responsible and would always tell Gus if he was drunk as hell and he got drunk too to just get them both a taxi for safety. And AFTER THE TOWER Brick would usually be there for them (Brick is a real one) or Stick would offer them a ride home (which rarely happens but it’s an option-)

#Pizza Tower #Man this was fun-#I seriously do LOVE the color palette they used for the cover this genuinely looks pleasing for my eyes #I specifically like the brown color of Gustavo he looks really nice 💖💖#Also I dropped headcannons cuz I REALLY wanted to share my thoughts on how I think they would act-#They paisanos to the bone they’re are inseparable and I’m calling it ❤️❤️#Two silly goobers I love so much 💕💕#The drunkest goobers to man kind-#Peppino #Gustavo #Drunk as hell-#art

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netherfeildren · 1 year

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RATTLING THE BARS OF MY CAGE HOW DOES HE LOOK LIKE THIS

#he’s so beautiful 😭#pedro pascal #i’m drunk rn and i need him

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knox-knocks · 4 months

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andrew: *blows a kiss at the back of neil’s head*

neil, turning around rubbing the sudden bump there: ow what was that

andrew: a rock. I was aiming for the soft spot in your skull that kills you immediately. get out of my school. fuck you

neil: ?

#this is so stupid I’m sorry gjshfjjs #I don’t think andrew would ever be caught dead blowing kisses btw #maybe if he was really really drunk/high and it was dark. even then I don’t think his paranoid ass would dare #BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THE MEME—#andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #tfc #aftg

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kissingchoso · 6 months

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boyfriend!choso fulfilling your greatest fantasy and being ghostface for halloween.

cw: mask kink, degradation, shitty writing.

y’all this is my short horny piece for halloween so lol enjoy to the 5 peeps who will read this

you think you’re on the other side of the club away from him. you periodically check the many party goers and their costumes around you to ensure you don’t see a long, white mask. you’re walking away from the bar when you felt your phone vibrate and a message popping up across your screen that has your heart palpating faster than normal.

“i see you.”

you whip your head to the left and right, scanning the sea of drunken adults for a familiar silhouette but none comes. you’re about to step forward to change your location but someone from behind you catches your wrist before you can take another step. whipping your head around, you’re met with an all too familiar mask staring down at you. the lights are too dim in the party to make out the eyes, but just from the familiar grip alone, you know you’re staring up at your boyfriend.

he says your name once, tugging you closer until you’re chest to chest with him. “caught you,” he says with his normal tone, but you can make out a hint of smugness in there.

your glossed lips pout up at him, upset that he found you only five minutes into this little game of hide and seek you started.

“you do have a height advantage,” you complained, reaching up to push the mask up over his face so that it rests on the top of his head. you had the pleasure of adding some more makeup on his face, adding a dark eyeshadow around his eyes and even creating some false scars on his cheekbones and jaw.

“you never gave me any rules,” choso says before stepping forward, hand coming to rest on your hips.

you frown a little bit before you look up at his eyes, noting the way his face still had hints of a smirk, proud for completing his simple task of finding you.

“well, you won fair and square, i guess. what do you want then?”

choso pauses to stare at you. he’d never thought this far. while he didn’t doubt his abilities to find you in this crowded space, he wasn’t necessarily doing it for the purpose of winning. he just found himself at your side naturally, despite the space between you two. so while he racked his brain for simple prizes he could claim, he thought back to earlier while you two were getting ready for this evening.

you were seated on his lap, finishing his very basic makeup look. when you had finished with adding the makeup around his eyes, the iconic mask was slipped over his face and he remembers staring at you through the spaces of the eyes and remembering the subtle way your lower lip found its way between your teeth and the way your eyes flicked up and down to scan his body before you shyly shot up and finished getting ready yourself.

maybe choso can use this to his advantage.

“i have an idea.” is all he can offer you.

the next ten minutes are a blur. because in the first few minutes he’s dragging you out of the club with his mask pulled back down and in the next you’re laying in the back seat of his dodge challenger with his large body looming over you. everything about his aura has changed. nothing like your service dom boyfriend who usually waits for you to give him the go ahead. it’s swapped with this arrogant man who tells you nothing but simple commands.

he tells you to strip, you strip.

take his cock out, you’re undoing the button and zipper of his jeans before tugging them down with his boxers.

he adjusts the both of you in his car so he’s now seated comfortably. “fuck yourself on it, sweetheart.” he commanded with a muffled voice underneath his mask.

and god, this is the only time you hesitate. on any normal occasion, your boyfriend is horribly against this sort of thing but you’re proven wrong the moment he fists for the back of your hair, wrapping the locs around his fist.

“did i fucking stutter?”

“n-no, mr. ghostface,” you stammer out, fresh tears springing up in your eyes but choso knows it’s for show. he can fucking smell your arousal from underneath your tiny skirt.

“then do what i say and fuck yourself stupid on my cock. and don’t stop until i tell you to.”

“y-yes!”

happy halloween 🎃

#cw// mask kink #cw// degradation #𐐪𐑂 ° — luna speaks #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso <3 #choso — !!#ghostface!choso #choso x reader #choso x you #choso smut #jjk x reader #fun fact: i don’t have a mask kink but i think this is hot and fitting #i haven’t written in so long and i’m wine drunk so…#sorry

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sexy-sea-basss · 5 months

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Thinking about how the ghouls would wrap presents

Aurora- Girlie can’t wrap for shit. Little gremlin she is. She’s too chaotic, too excited haha or she’ll put em random ass bags and calls it a day.

Mountain- very neutral, natural wrapping. He’ll put their favorite flower as the “name tag”

Cumulus- pro wrapper, handmade bows and all. she picks a specific wrapping paper for each ghoul.

Rain- Elegant. I feel like he would wrap them in different shades of blue.

#ah #i’m excited for christmas #will complete later when i either get more alcohol or am sober #im also drunk so here we are #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #cumulus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #ghoul headcanons #luci writes

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fairy-hub · 6 months

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I love snorting ketamine (powder horse tranquilizer) if you snort the right amount it makes you feel very relaxed and kind of heavy. Straight up melting into the sofa just feeling good and tingly for the next 30 minutes while it wears off.

Think about snorting ketamine with dealer!suguru/toji, getting high laying on their bed. While they feel you up, it’s not like you can move very much so their princess is gonna have to let them eat your pussy out for the next ten minutes. Between the tingly pleasurable high and their warm tongue on your clit, their thick fingers rubbing on your g-spot ughh

They would love getting you high, they love how much you trust them and how vulnerable you are laying on their bed looking beautiful, getting needier the higher you get

#while I’m high rn I’m not high off ketamine sadly #I’ve taken quiet a few drugs especially in my early 20s #so if y’all are interested in high sex fics im all for it #I love ecstasy so hmmm the fics I can write with the jjk men high as shit being so needy and pussy drunk #speaking from experience their dick will keep getting hard again and again #3 hour minutes maybe 5 hours #gojo seems like the tupe to get fixated for a while and will #keep going for as long as you let him

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