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#im also fucking allowed to be upset that chat wasnt the first to find out gdi!!!!! ;;;
hayaku14 · 3 years
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I can be upset that it wasn't Chat who found out first and ALSO be happy for Marinette because she NEEDED this. These two feelings can coexist gdi
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luzrovruley · 7 years
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ill talk about my katsucon nights but just a warning i was drinkin
i got plastered friday and saturday and i drank sooo much more on saturday and i had little sleep so sunday i felt like i was in an actual void like nothing felt real for half the day. i dont remember much about friday because i didnt ?? really do anything. we went to a couple friends’ rooms and i fell all over the place. i had some really good strawberry tequila cream shit. met up with some people i havent seen in ages! (coughs @deer-prin ) saturday i had a date before i started drinking. it was fun but there was no spark! then we met up with my friend and went back to my date’s room and drank. i fell against a dresser, kept my balance long enough to say “im okay” and proceeded to fall on a bunch of empty vodka bottles. i didnt feel a fucking thing. even now i dont have bruises. one of my friends has a video of their boyfriend trying to feed me pizza. i havent seen the video. “daddy’s looking at jimmy kimmel tonight” i fell, tried to catch myself and hurt my wrist, and ended up just face planting into the carpet. there were 5 cups on the table at one point. one had water. one had ice. the others were all some form of alcohol. one of the drinks wasnt clear. i had a hell of a tim trying to find my water cup. some times id have a cup of water in one hand and vodka + sprite in the other and id alternate taking sips. i dropped an entire cup of water on the floor. it didnt get on any costumes and no one was actually upset with me. i offered to eat the ice off of the floor. my cyber dress kept turning on and i wasnt doing it. it was really that sensitive. id look down, gasp, and go “whyyy??? is my dress on??? who turned it on?? when did it turn on??” my friend and i were trying to see if we could catch some of our friends at the fountain (at like 3am) and this weird guy came and started chatting us up and asked where we were and i was creeped out and i lied to him and said a city like an hour away from where we actually live and he was like “wow that far away? what are you guys doing? are you partying all night” and i was like “were meeting up with friends here.” there were like 10 people in the room at one point and from that point onwards there were like 3-4 who would stay in the room for a bit and leave to go somewhere else. i wasnt allowed to leave for whatever reason even though 2 of the people in and out of the room were also drunk but okay. there was always at least one person in the room i trusted and i made it very clear if i didnt trust someone. and he was like “ooohh okay. can i get like a number to meet up later or–” and props to Drunk Davis for saying no. not making up bullshit excuses, just flat out refusing. good job. i walked back to my hotel with my friend in heels. HEELS. and i was drunk as FUCK. got back to the room talked mad shit with some of our roommates (just met most of them for the first time on friday. everyone was either high or drunk every night) for 2 hours and rather than sleep on the pull out couch, one of them let me stay in the bed with her. like 10 people gave my tiddies a good squeeze. i didnt hook up with anyone i didnt kiss anyone any time i was laying on a bed or on the floor or something and i moved even the slightest bit i felt my soul leave my body
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