#never hungover again

[skeeverboy]

this is my flow chart for what emo album you should listen to depending on your mood. if your current mood or favorite emo album is not pictured let me know and i may create a sequel

#the front bottoms #front bottoms #midwest emo #emo #american football #americ anfootball #arcadia grey #glass beach #prince daddy and the hyena #joyce manor #twiabp #the world is a beautiful place #the world is a beautiful place & i am no longer afraid to die #joie de vivre #mom jeans. #modern baseball #i thought you didn’t even like leaving #never hungover again #plastic death #harmlessness #the north end #death cab for cutie #transatlantacism #best buds

[musicandotherdelights]

Daily Listening, Day #1,060 - November 25th, 2022

Album: Never Hungover Again (Epitaph, 2014)

Artist: Joyce Manor

Genre: Indie Rock, Pop-Punk

Track Listing: 

"Christmas Card"

"Falling In Love Again"

"End Of The Summer"

"Victoria"

"Schley"

"Heart Tattoo"

"The Jerk"

"In The Army Now"

"Catalina Fight Song"

"Heated Swimming Pool"

Favorite Song: "Falling In Love Again"

#Never Hungover Again #Joyce Manor #Epitaph #Indie Rock #Pop Punk #2014 #Mid 2010s #2010s

[alackofrealspiceinyourlife]

#Falling in Love Again #Never Hungover Again #Joyce Manor #show last night was really good #music #Bandcamp

[doyoulikethisemoband]

#joyce manor #never hungover again #of all things i will soon grow tired #emo #power pop #pop punk #indie rock #emo pop #folk punk #dreamo #poll #music poll #musicblr

[ey-melody]

JOYCE MANOR - CATALINA FIGHT SONG

“suck a titty by the ocean” or whatever joyce manor said… i don’t know the words.

#joyce manor #never hungover again #punk rock

[onesonghastogo]

never hungover again by joyce manor

#one song has to go #thanks for the submission! #joyce manor #never hungover again

[brandondoesstuff]

The sand, your shoes, your point of view

Erase your face in a dumb cartoon

Well I saw The Jerk but that stuff don't work

So you say it used to

But can you say it with a please?

#me #self #personal #natural hair #selfie #Joyce Manor #The Jerk #Never hungover again #is less than 20 minutes long and every single track slaps #check it out

[willowser]

ma’am i only found your blog yesterday but your ex hubby bakugo got me in a trance, and i hsjsksksksksk, but ill present you: ‘drunk ex husband bakugo’ i- i mean he would be so silly and calls you at 1am to tell you how much he loves you and the little one and how much he misses you, babbles away all the nonsense else, but the way he murmurs and mumbles silly things on the phone got you giggle at midnight (and sad at the time because holy hell you miss him too), then you have to talk him out of it to go home and sleep, he listens, he goes home, yeah, and 10 minutes later he shows up at your front door (still hella woozy) because he is just that stupidly drunk and he has always wanted to go home to you :((

ANON ??? OUCH ????? THIS MAKES ME SAD AKFJSODHAIA

i've always wanted to do drunk ex-whathaveyou bakugou that shows up at your door too late 🥺 but in this instance !! i feel like. you get a few calls in the middle of the night, but they're very short ?? like you wake up to your phone ringing and it's his number, so you're reaching for it, but it stops before you can answer. and you're thinking, "darn i must have slept through the first few rings," and as you're typing out a text to check in with him, he calls again for like two rings, and then it stops. and then he calls and it rings for one and then it stops.

and so now you're like — okay maybe he's butt-dialing me LOL but he tries again like 20 minutes later and you're so tired of the ring-tone that you answer it as fast as you can and just listen, waiting to see if you can hear his voice distantly, as if you're down in his back-pocket.

but he grumbles, "—the fuck? hello?"

and you ask him, "uh hey, have you been trying to call me?" but you're almost certain he doesn't hear you, because half-way through you are able to hear the loud background music and then the sound of shuffling, his grumpy lil "—the fuck off me, 'm—shut th'hell up—'m on the DAMN PHONE!"

clearly, there's a struggle, so you just kind of wait, worried you're about to hear your ex-husband get nerfed while on patrol maybe ?? but then the music drops away and is replaced by a barely-there scratchy wind, and he's breathless when he asks if you're still there.

"yeah, no, i'm still here. is...everything okay?"

he huffs, so heavy into the phone that the static almost hurts your ears. "whadda'you think?"

it's bitter enough that you blink in the darkness of your room, before glaring at the opposite wall. "excuse me?"

"fuck, 'm sorry, i—fuck." he inhales audibly, stuttering. "i'm sorry."

you frown, head turning; he sounds lazy, like he can't be assed to speak properly, and he's speaks impolitely on the regular — but it's never this bad. all his words sound curved, looped together, and he's shuffling too much on the other end, sniffing loud and mumbling to himself. almost like he's—

"are you...drunk?"

you're expecting an immediate no, even if evidence is proving otherwise, because he's not a drinker. occasionally, when he's out for dinner or at one of kirishima's backyard barbecues, but it's so infrequent that his tolerance is low, for someone of his size. it doesn't take much to have him a little sloshed, and he hates it, not only for the feeling the day after, but because his mouth tends to run. more than usual.

"it's that fuckin'—dunce head ass 'n his—stupid piano teeth, tape-face—"

kaminari and sero, you think. you think.

"'n i didn't want to fuckin' come to shit like this, ever. because they're so 'blah fuckin' blah, get over yourself', as if i'm—whatever. dumbasses." he pauses, and before you can finish piecing together what he's trying to say, he continues. "'n i'm not even like them, because they're fucking losers, and i don't—i don't even want that chick's number, okay? i don't fuckin' care, okay?"

your heart throbs dangerously, suddenly swollen and too tender, at the very thought of him and someone else, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut tight. "bakugou—"

"bakugou?" he cuts you off loudly, offended. "'r'you fuckin'—sorry, shit. bakugou? you're a goddamn bakugou—"

you have the throw the blankets off your lap so that you can hurry to your bedroom door, to shut it before hissing at him. "i'm not gonna sit here and get cussed out, katsuki. we're divorced."

"sorry! fuck, i'm—i mean—sorry, sorry. 'm not—it ain't at you, y'know? you know that, right?"

and you do. you do know that. it's just how he talks, he would tell you, and he would cut down on it for a little while before it inevitably came back and — it just hurts, at times. to be on the receiving end of his hottest flame.

"yeah," you tell him quietly, leaning against the door when he sighs. "yeah, i know."

"she—" he groans, deep and frustrated. "she fuckin'—god, sorry. she did that t'me all th'time, y'know? 'cut the fuckin' attitude, katsuki,' 'n then fuckin' SMACK!" you can hear the sharp sound of his slap, metallic, like he's against a lamp post or something. "but then she's comin' up t'my room, all like, 'y'know i love you' 'n—how 'm i suppos' t'know that stuff?"

he's never really spoken about his childhood; his parents, yes, through comments here and there about how they irritated him, but nothing serious. you've seen firsthand how tumultuous his relationship with his mother is, and she still smacks him around, but he's big now, much bigger than she is; you never considered what it was like for him, when he was younger.

even if he is drunk, even if he won't remember tomorrow — you still want to be there for him.

you realize he's waiting for an answer, with how long he's quiet, and you shrug to yourself before gently saying, "i don't know, katsuki. it sounds like it would have been very confusing."

"yeah, i mean—" he exhales slowly, though the end trails off into a growl, as if he's grown frustrated again. "i would never fuckin' hit you."

"i know that, katsuki, and i've never thought you would. and i would never hit you, either, y'know?"

"yeah," he repeats, and you can hear him swallowing, the sound so thick that you think he might choke. "i'd never hit you, or—or—hey, where is he? i wanna talk to 'im."

at the mention of your son, you peek down the hall to make sure his door isn't open, that he's not snooping around like you've caught him doing lately — but it's still mostly closed, and you don't hear any little feet against the hardwood.

you squint at your phone, blinded momentarily at the blue-light as you check the time. "it's the middle of the night, katsuki, he's asleep."

"did he have a good day?"

"yeah, he—"

"tell me about it. tell me th-the whole thing."

and — you do, as he listens and grunts and murmurs little things you don't catch. occasionally, he'll groan, really quiet like he's trying not to cry, and it's after the third time he asks to speak to him again that you finally decide to call him an uber.

and you put in his home address !!! but not thirty minutes later, you are sort of roused out of sleep because he's lightly knocking on your door, in the middle of the night, and you have to get up and go check so he doesn't wake your son up !!!!

and he's probably a MESS, all red-faced and SAD, rubbing at his eyes, almost tripping into your house because he was leaning against the door. it's not even worth arguing about getting him to his actual home because it's late and he's being a little loud, so you just give him some water and make him lay down on the couch and — he's out like a light right away LOL

but. you wake up a few hours later to him laying in your bed, on top of the blankets, his pants are on the floor but his shirt and jacket are still on LOL and he's not quite touching you, but if you jostle even a little bit, his face will press into your back 🥺 you don't know when he got up and came into your room, but he was sober enough to be quiet about it, and when you wake up in the morning, he's already re-dressed and sitting with your son at the kitchen table 🥺

WAAAAHHH i made this so sad. i'm so sorry akjfajfajaljfa he's such a BABY !!! god help me, bc if it really was me, i would take him back in a heartbeat LOL

#he looks like shit — well as shitty as someone as beautiful as him could possibly look LOL #and he's clearly so hungover but your son is eating breakfast and bouncing in his seat bc his dad is here 🥺 #and kiri eventually shows up to get him and bakugou just awkwardly apologizes and promises he's never drinking again LMAOO #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou #✿ theme: ex husband bakugou

[skeeverboy]

what are some of my fav album covers ahahaha i’m glad you asked

#i know putting american football on there is a given but still #the front bottoms #front bottoms #twiabp #the world is a beautiful place & i am no longer afraid to die #joyce manor #never hungover again #harmlessness #sports. #demon daze #american football #americ anfootball #emo #midwest emo #you are who you hang out with

[shibaraki]

I like ‘bad’ fanfiction I like crackfic and silly AUs I like fic that diverges so far from canon that it’s practically unrecognisable and fic that is blatantly self indulgent I like fanfics with no plot and cliches and predictable twists and repeated tropes! not every fanwork has to be a bestselling novel every single fic has a place and a purpose and sometimes I want to come home and read something that doesn’t require me to think! sue me

#thank you to every writer ily and I see the effort you put into your fics I just hope you know you’re allowed to play around and be silly #we have such range. masterlist be looking like fic one: emotional turmoil ✨ fic two: piss kink ✨ fic three: blorbo works at sainsburys #I enjoy each and every one 👍 #sorry I’m preaching again ig lol I just saw some shitty comments on twit #‘omg this is so bad it’s so far fetched’ so what! it’s fun!! boring bastard aren’t u #bro I read fic for fandoms I’m not even in. for tv shows I’ve never even watched. as far as I’m concerned it’s CANON 🕺🏻 #hell ​some of the best plots I’ve read have been ‘poorly written’ fics #not everything has to be good sometimes being bad is why it’s charming smh #and bad is subjective anyway #sorry I just love fanfic #and I’m still hungover #priv

[angelsdean]

once again, thee only time dean is reckless with Baby is when he's fucking staring at cas for five minutes straight while driving

#saw some stupid drunk driving discourse (again!) and i just. fucking cannot #i'm sorry but. if you really think this man is driving drunk you don't understand dean at all #he's not putting his car at risk and he's not putting the lives of others at risk #his whole life motto is centered around saving people and he's literally so broken up every time he fails to save people #also half the things people 'cite' as proof that he'd drive drunk just show me ya'll don't know what being drunk means #dean drinking a beer out of the cooler with sam at the end of an ep before driving off is not being 'drunk' #you think dean is getting drunk off of one beer?? be serious. #also dean literally sleeping at a bar instead of getting behind the wheel is um wow not him driving drunk! #dean forgetting how to drive bc he's losing his memory and sam THINKING dean is drunk / hungover is ALSO not dean driving drunk. wow! #anyways. we literally never see dean do anything to suggest he drives drunk. but people sure to love to project #fr one of my most hated fanon dean things of recent times #vic.txt

[samueldrxkes]

the morning after this was not a good morning x

#very hungover x #never drinking again #dimples #ginger girls #cute smile #gamergirl #curvy and cute #cuteness #green eyes #cute girl #e girl aesthetic #gaming #curvy af #curvy chicks #thickwomen #thick hips #mini skirt #girls with tattoos #tatttos #redhead #redheads #girls with green eyes #girls with dimples #girls with curves #cringe hashtags soz not

[mermaidsirennikita]

40 minutes into my first Anne Stuart read/listen and the hero has

a) APPARENTLY done something in the past to kill the heroine's entire family or something so now she's determined to murder him

b) been like "NOOOOOOOORMALLY I like more of an ass on a girl but there's something about this one that clearly wants to murder me" while doing a chin-hold-tilt to the heroine

c) fucked off to his spinster cousin's house because he's waiting to see if the guy he shot in his SEVENTH duel will become his second fatality

d) been like "WELLLLL I DON'T KNOOOOOW WHY THE MAN TRIED TO MURDER ME I APOLOGIZED FOR FUCKING HIS WIFE"

e) evicted his cousin because she literally can't stay in the same house as him because everyone is so aware of this guy's legendary pussy hound status that they'd all assume he fucked her if they lived together for like a week

f) offered to fuck his cousin

#romance novel blogging #he's also done at least 50% of these things while sprawled over a chaise opening one eye when spoken to bc he's super hungover #NOM NOM NOM [eats garbage] #the narrator is killing me too bc she does every word he speaks like a MILLLIIIIIOOOOOON MIIIIIILES LOOOOOOOONG which is the right move #every guy like this should drawwwwwwl eeeeeevery wooooord #tho to be fair for this dude i think he literally can't speak faster bc again. he has a massive drinking issue lmao #and clearly doesn't sleep bc if it's his seventh duel he's never sleeping he's FUCKIN PEOPLE'S WIVES

[pretty-inn-peace]

.

#omfgggg #im so hungover i want to die #im never drinking again #🫣

[craycraybluejay]

i should get more method by smoking more weed + remembering the million times i got too fucked up and thought i was going to die or just very but not too fucked up and how it felt in the moment. the confusion, weird fixations, wack visuals, nausea, dissassociation, shame, real and vivid fear of death.

i can tell y'all i have had someone make active attempts on my life but there is no death as frightening as the idea of dying in a puddle of puke and other bodily fluids feeling so disoriented and so much physical pain and discomfort that you'd pay a million dollars to crawl directly out of your body. there's easier OD concepts to stomach like one depressants but the concept of dying on a psychedelic or an upper or even a stimulating dissociative is terrifying. or dying from contaminants which injure you a lot more than whatever you were meaning to take ever could.

i want to write angel having a seizure the way i did. i want to write him compulsively adding different substances because just the one isn't enough. i want to torture this lil guy as he tries and fails to save himself :3

#as i always say please test your drugs im begging you #delete later #getting too personal up in here #but fr the world of serious substance use is a crazy place to even visit let alone live in #the entirety of reality just does not work the same way #its beautiful and scary and you dont want to become a permanent resident there #but its a lot like toxic relationships and maladaptivelt returning to them over and over #i want to parallel angel's drug abuse with his relationship to valentino #because even if you OD or have some kind of serious problem from it or get spiked with something awful #chances are you will always have that curiosity and urge to try again. try more. different new novel fun #bc even when it feels like hell its a unique hell. and more importantly its not your life anymore #no worries about being abused or homeless or very sick if the drugs bring a whole new hell #sometimes when you almost die you just get grateful it wasnt the real world that almost killed you #sometimes when youve looked in the void you laugh at how ridiculous your pain and grief and life is #its all stupid! none of it matters! we are all going to die and your exit card from the real world is in a box of mints #idk. sometimes a drug is an enhancer of reality and sometimes a different reality altogether. a lot of the experience depends on why you #take it. if you get high socially youre going to lean into related effects more heavily. if you do it to escape or explore thats what youll #get. ive never had the level of Problem Angel does but I Get It. i get why #im too broke to sustain a Problem of that nature lmao. like ok if i spend all my money i can lose my mind for a week #then ill be withdrawing and hungover from 20 diff things and penniless. no ty #however i will rarely say no to sharesies ill suck ya dick for my DOC 👍 #JOKING. ish

[synthaphone]

Ben’s original species/color + the first four morphs- Striped Quiggle was baby-3rd grade, Cloud Shoyru was 3rd-8th grade (wanted to be cooler), Darigan Ixi was high school and the first couple weeks of college (needed to be COOLER), Christmas Blumaroo was for one weekend of college (was drunk at a college party and got dared to), and Woodland Wocky was the rest of college (“it symbolizes my personal growth and my journey to being an adult professional”)

#my art #ben #he went to Eustabee Academy for k-12 because i didn't have the energy to come up with another fancy private school #viarnne went there too #for the same reason #neopets #drinking #uhh ask to tag #alcohol mention #he's just hungover in that picture and after that party he's like 'i'm never getting drunk again its time to be Studious'