#sad drunk

[vladdyissues]

What kind of drunk would Vlad be? Would he be a happy drunk, a sappy drunk or a mean/grouchy drunk?

I see Vlad being one of two kinds of drunk.

The first is a loud, goofy, corny, cheesy, song-singing, joke-cracking, happy-go-lucky football fanatic with an annoying but genuine laugh and love in his heart for everyone and everything in the world.

The second is a sad, brooding, dark cloud of pessimism who rains sorrow into his cups and can't stop mourning the past, who spirals into destructive fits before collapsing into a sobbing heap of misery and falling asleep on the floor.

#danny phantom #vlad masters #asks #sad drunk #happy drunk #meta #headcanons #alcohol #i like the fun vlad more :(

[tetsunabouquet]

Can't Help Falling In Love With You Chapter 3

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A/N: Finally! It's out! I know, I've been busy lately with my homework and life, I really am sorry. I hope you enjoy chapter 3!

Midorima pulled back from the kiss, his cheeks red like a lobster. Your eyes were dazed and your confusion overrode your sadness, freeing you for a moment. "I apologize, I didn't meant to nanodayo!" You blinked before staring at his face. "Am I that senpai to you?" "What senpai?" "That senpai one admires from afar." You stated bluntly, watching as even Midorima's ears turnt red. He looked at his shoes and nodded, feeling etremely vulnerable himself all of the sudden. You chuckled. "You've got some really bad taste." Midorima looked at you, bewildered. "Why would you say such a thing about yourself? You've got some really excellent qualities, you're more then the drunken mess you currently are, nandayo." His way of speaking made you laugh and Midorima's heart skipped a beat as he heard the rich sound of your laughter. "Thank you for your kind words." You said, smiling softly. "It is the truth. You've got such a big heart and a great mind, it is easy to see, nanodayo." Midorima wore his heart on his sleeve at the moment, this was the moment if he had any, to come clean with how he felt. You looked deep into his beautiful green eyes, framed by those girlish long lashes. "You must be a very analytical kind of person to have noticed that. Most don't." You spoke matter of factly, being used to getting written off as 'just a girl from the streets' and treated you as someone worthless. It was but a cruelty you had gotten used to over the years. "That's because most people don't really bother to judge someone beyond their face value. Which is unfortunate, nandayo. Sometimes, the best people can go by unnoticed because of it. During middle school, when I was part of the legendary Teiko team, we had a phantom 6th man. Nobody ever noticed him and considered him valuable until our Captain noticed he had a strength our team missed. Some people just need to be seen with a different lense." You blinked, surprised at his wise words. 'This Midorima really is quite something. And he really likes me?' It was when you studied him out of curiosity, when your gaze finall befell upon the little trinket he carried with him. "That's the cutest stuffed jellyfish I've ever seen." "It's today's lucky item." You giggled. "Today's lucky item?" "Do you know Oh Asa?" "Eh? You believe in that stuff?" You looked at him, your expression looking even more surprised then before. "For some reason, unless I carry my lucky item with me, I'll get into lethal accident after another, nandayo." You tried to surpress a chuckle, and Midorima was honestly glad to see your mood become a little better. "Well, if it works for you, then I suppose that's nice. " You said, your gaze drifting off at the thought at how you could use a magical item to fix your life now. You jumped at the sound of the bell, indicating lunch time was over. Midorima looked at you and said, "You should go to the infirmary and get some rest. I am sure the nurse will understand if you're honest that you had a bad falling out with Sairenji. I'll go by your classroom and inform your teacher I sent you unwell to the infirmary." You smiled at him. "Thank you for being so kind." Midorima looked at you, wondering when it was the last time when he had let his guard down this much around another person, but as he looked in your eyes he knew he didn't regret allowing himself to be vulnerable. "You deserve it." Midorima said, and he meant it. He caught the touched look in your eye, and helped you up. He could have swore his heart stopped for a while, and that by the time you disappeared into the hallway towards the infirmary, he could finally feel it again, thumping so hard he could have choked on it.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #knb x reader #midorima #midorima shintaro #can't help falling in love #can't help falling in love with you #sad drunk #cheering up

[pennylessthoughts]

realizing I'm just a sad drunk and not a fun party drunk and getting sadder about the fact that I'm not fun till people ask if I'm okay at the function and then proceed to remask scarily, obviously, and very quickly

#tism posting #special #sad drunk #oops forgot to mask

[eyeuhdontknow]

taylor swift eras themed party! i had my friends dress up as their favorite era and they did not disappoint. literally best bday party ever! wishing i could post all my photos but i dont want to post their faces w/o their permission and im not asking them if i can post them on tumblr bc this is where i hide… anyhow heres a photo of the aftermath of me sobbing (about wondering if i will make it as a teacher) instead of all my friends cool outfits

#taylor swift #the eras tour #midnights #folklore #lover #speak now #red #fearless #evermore #reputation #1989 #party #college life #sad drunk #digital camera

[butwilltherebealcohol]

Roommate: hey bud.......how ya doin?

Me, head down on table, 4th whiskey on ice in hand, earbuds blasting music loud enough to hear from the other side of the room: why wyould u even ask im obviously perfectly fine. thriving.

#tw alcohol #tw alcoholism #tw depressed #sorry roommie im goin back to my room now i promise #i just wanted ice lol whoops #hahaaaaa i wanna die #had a full on breakdown the other night but it was in my room and i was quiet abt it so!! im a good roommate #all our knives are so DULL like whats the POINT #i genuinely dk how much longer i can do this #like theres gotta be a point where if i kill myself ppl will just be like well....it was bound to happen #and not feel like they have to blame anyone else but me #and enjoy the burden of Me being lifted off them #like how pathetic do i gotta get #sad drunk #im in pain

[bulkhummus]

do you understand how funny this is

#…….. cecil.. babygirl…. this queer knows ur terrible impact <3 #just genuinely so funny to me #maybe im just drunk but this is so fucking funny #and sad but we wont think abt that #wtnv #welcome to night vale #cecilsweep #sexymanotd

[flamingostalker]

The only way to combat loneliness is to spread joy and love. I love the world I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you

#personal #me at my brain: you will NOT be drunk and sad this year you will NOT!!!!!!

[swampthingking]

can’t study for my test because i’m having brain rot about neil accidentally getting super drunk and stumbling up to aaron like “andrew???” and aaron is like “wrong one” and neil is like “andrew.” and aaron is like “???? are you stupid” and neil goes to look for andrew but he stumbles into the table, and aaron has to catch him or he will get trampled for fucks sake, and neil just collapses into him in a drunk cuddly heap. and aaron is like “neil. you need to stand up” and neil is like “i am” and aaron is like “that’s because i’m holding you up” and they get neil to stand but neil kinda just flops into aaron’s arms again. and neil is like “i don’t hate you, i don’t, but it’s okay if you hate me” and aaron is like “ugh, ew are you really an emotional drunk???” and neil, to aaron’s horror, looks at him with tears in his eyes because you know when you’re too drunk and you kind of just get a little scared and you need help???? ya. and aaron is like … ok. and kinda holds neil until andrew comes back from the bar with more drinks. and he sees neil basically asleep on aaron’s shoulder, and aaron looking uncomfortable but accepting, so he kinda raises an eyebrow, an okay? and aaron nods and is just patting neil on his back

and tomorrow they’ll wake up and neil will toddle downstairs with his hand against his temple and aaron will have advil ready for him, and he’ll say “you’re annoying and you don’t know when to shut your mouth or mind your own business, but i don’t hate you” and the thank you for helping repair my relationship with my brother and thank you for testifying and thank you for staying goes unsaid but yeah

and that’s how aaron and neil became kind of friends

edit: vomited out a one shot for y’all (this will prob become a 5+1)

Aaron swirled his drink a few times, listening to the ice clacking against the glass.

Eden’s was packed tonight, courtesy of it being the end of the school year. College students and the regular patrons flocked to the bar, the dance floor, and all of the tables, leaving Aaron to reserve a high-top table, and his legs to dangle from the stool.

“Drew?”

Aaron ignored him in favor of the twinkling sound the ice makes in his glass. He’d already taken shots, danced, had another drink, danced again, and now Aaron’s body was heavy with alcohol and exhaustion.

“Drew,” Neil said again.

Aaron looked around their table and didn’t see Andrew. He remembered Andrew getting up and walking to the bar with their empty tray. Aaron found him a few seconds later, hands in his pockets at the bar. That and Neil, staring up at him, looking uneasy.

Before Aaron could tell Neil to get out of his face, Neil was speaking.

“Are you’nt having fun?” Neil frowned, blinking sleepy, hooded eyes at him. He leaned closer to study Aaron’s face.

“What are you doing?” Aaron grumbled, pushing Neil’s face away.

Aaron hadn’t even pushed him hard, he more removed Neil from his space rather than pushed him, but Neil wobbled like his world had tilted out of orbit. Aaron realized, quickly, that Neil was going to fall backwards. He grabbed two fistfuls of Neil’s shirt and pulled him forwards. Neil’s head lulled on his shoulders with the force, his chin hitting his chest then righting itself.

Aaron’s stomach lurched, sick with the thought that someone had put something in one of Neil’s drinks, as he would for anyone, but thankfully he’s never been put in that situation. Neil’s eyes were hooded, his face flushed. Aaron snapped once at Neil’s ear, and Neil recoiled immediately.

“Does your head hurt or anything?” Aaron asked. Neil shook his head, frowning.

“Are you dizzy? Follow my finger.” Aaron pushes Neil back so he can see his face, keeping one hand on Neil’s shoulder to hold him up. Neil follows Aaron’s finger as it moves back and forth, albeit a little labored, but not as if he’d been roofied. Aaron declares that Neil’s reaction times and responses are fine, but he still pulls the front of his shirt up and checks his belt, the button of his pants.

“What—?” Neil slapped a hand on his abdomen, stopping his shirt from being lifted any higher. Aaron didn’t need to see anything but his pants, but it was reassuring that Neil still had inhibitions.

His clothes were fine. His belt was still done, zipper up. No one had tried anything. Aaron relaxed.

“Sorry,” Aaron said. “Sorry, I just needed to…”

While racking his mind back to why Neil is this drunk, Aaron remembered Neil taking shots with Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin. Four shots. He’d seen Neil sip on another drink like the idiot had the tolerance for alcohol that the rest of them had.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Aaron said and released Neil. Neil attempted to step back, his hands raised in surrender.

“No?” Neil asked warily. Even drunk as fuck, he still respected boundaries. Andrew’s boundaries specifically, as it still hadn’t registered that he wasn’t talking to the right twin.

“I’m not Andrew,” Aaron said.

“Where’s Andrew?” Neil asked, turning his head pathetically in search. Aaron only had a good view of Andrew because they were seated at a high-top. Over the throng of taller people coupled with strobing lights, Neil’s view was obstructed.

“At the bar,” Aaron nodded in that direction.

Neil turned towards the bar. Well, he attempted to. He pivoted, lost his balance, and toppled into the table. He tried to right himself and started to fall to the other side. Aaron caught Neil before he could bust his shit and get trampled.

“Jesus Christ, Josten,” Aaron spat, righting Neil with hands on his biceps. Neil slapped a hand on the table and leaned his weight on it. The table quaked under such abuse, but held.

Neil turned slowly, grappling against the table as if he was standing in one of those spinning fair rides. In his excursion to simply spin 180°, his hand slipped off the edge of the table as he faced Aaron once again. He reached for the table, missed, reached for it again, missed, said, “Motherfucker,” under his breath, and finally gripped onto the edge. His eyes locked on Aaron’s again, and Neil’s useless hand landed on Aaron’s shoulder.

“Andrew,” Neil said. Aaron didn’t know if it was more a request or if it was just not registering.

“Wrong,” Aaron said, tense under Neil’s hand, but he didn’t push him off. He’d rather hold Neil up than peel him off the floor. “Aaron.”

“‘m very drunk,” Neil said, looking up pleadingly at Aaron as if he had a magical cure to shitfacedness, and all Neil had to do for it was look a little scared. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Aaron asked.

“I’m drunk.”

Aaron snorted. “That’s kind of the point when you’re at a bar.”

“But,” Neil said, taking a labored breath, “I’m…too drunk.”

This was beginning to feel exceedingly similar to speaking to a child. Aaron was annoyed, but not completely heartless, unlike the narrative of Aaron Neil had likely concocted. “It’s okay, Neil,” Aaron said. “You should sit down.”

Neil promptly sat as if there was a chair under him, but there was not. Aaron, still holding Neil vertical, got pulled out of his chair with the momentum. To avoid toppling to the ground—which did not get mopped as often as it should—Aaron planted his feet on the floor and hauled Neil up by his armpits.

“Help,” Neil murmured. His arms dropped to his sides as he yielded his dead weight to Aaron.

“Stand up,” Aaron grunted, readjusting to wrap an arm around Neil’s back. One of Neil’s arms flopped over Aaron’s shoulder.

“I am,” Neil complained.

“No, you are not.”

“I am.”

“Neil,” Aaron said through clenched teeth, “I am holding you up. You need to lock your knees.”

“Oh,” Neil said. He looked at his feet as if he needed to check they were on the ground.

To be fair, Neil did lock his knees, but he also leaned all of his upper body on Aaron, arms still hanging limply at his sides. He tucked his head into Aaron’s neck with, what seemed, every intention to make a home there for the night.

“Neil,” Aaron said, frozen against the hair tickling his cheek. “God dammit.”

“And…ron,” Neil spoke against his shoulder.

“Yes,” Aaron said sarcastically. “That’s me.”

“Can I j’stay here?” Neil slurred.

From what Aaron had seen of Neil’s dynamic with his brother, he knew Neil would get off if he said no. He could place Neil into a stool or pull up a chair with a back so he wouldn’t fall out and concuss himself. He could shove Neil off and make him fend for himself. He could pawn him off to Andrew.

At the moment, those other options seemed like far too much work.

That, or maybe it was the med student in him, the intrinsic urge to heal and help and nurture that smarted at the thought of pushing Neil off.

Aaron didn’t push him off when Neil readjusted and tucked an arm into his chest, the other gripping Aaron for stability. He didn’t when Neil asked again, a quiet, “Aaron.”

“Okay,” Aaron conceded. He rubbed a hand up and down Neil’s back placatingly, but also because Neil seemed like he needed it. And he came to Aaron for it. Well, he came to Andrew and got Aaron. But he didn’t push Aaron off, and Aaron hasn’t done the same.

And they just…stood like that. For what seemed like a long time, but it probably was only a few minutes before Neil spoke again.

“Aaron,” Neil said.

Aaron hummed in response.

“I don’ hate you.”

“What?” Aaron asked. “What the fuck are you talking about, Neil?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“What?” Aaron said again.

“I don’wanna fight.” Neil lets out a colossal breath.

“We haven’t fought in a long time,” Aaron says, his idea of agreement. Acceptance.

Neil was quiet, because it was true. Neil seemed content to lay in Aaron’s arms, and Aaron didn’t have another stool next to him. He sure as shit wasn’t giving his up for Neil, but Neil was genuinely so unsteady on his feet that Aaron couldn’t let him go.

He trembled a bit, and Aaron was almost amused that after everything Neil had been through, being a little too drunk is what finally did it for him.

But Aaron had felt that way before. Inebriated and scared in a crowded room of strangers. Neil, however, has people he knows. How can Aaron be upset at Neil for wanting the comfort that he also craved? How can he be upset that Neil feels safe enough with Andrew to ask for help? That his brother finally feels safe with someone too?

“Aaron,” Neil said.

“What,” Aaron said.

“It’s okay if you hate me.”

“Oh God,” Aaron groaned, “Ew. Are you really an emotional drunk?”

Neil pulled back and, to Aaron’s horror, there were actual tears in his eyes. His lip trembled as he bit it, holding the tears in. Aaron hated how much of himself he was seeing in Neil tonight. The harrowing fact that maybe they are quite similar.

“Oh God,” Aaron said again, mortified. He grabbed the back of Neil’s head and shoved it back into his shoulder, effectively hiding Neil’s teary face.

He cast a desperate look to Andrew, who was finally on his way back to the table. He patted Neil on the shoulder, like one would burp a baby when they have no idea how to do so.

“Andrew.”

Andrew didn’t need prompting to look. His eyes were trained on Neil and Aaron from the moment he turned around. By the nonchalance of his movements and his lack of alarm, Aaron guessed he had been watching their interaction.

Andrew set the tray down on the table and cast a significant look between them, settling on Neil’s intoxicated form keeled over on Aaron’s shoulder.

Andrew raises one eyebrow, a silent question, an okay?

Aaron finds himself nodding, and unsure why. All he knows right now, a few drinks in, is that he doesn’t hate this. And he doesn’t hate that Neil doesn’t hate him.

-

The smell of coffee set Neil’s feet moving like a Pavlovian response. He was half awake already with a pounding headache, like his eyeballs were beating his closed lids to death.

Neil toddles down the stairs with his eyes closed, a hand pressed hard to his temple, stabilizing his brain.

Aaron was standing at the counter already, facing the sputtering coffee pot. His arms were crossed, hair ruffled from sleep. At the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned.

The memories from last night played past Neil’s mind like a sped-up movie. He grimaced in embarrassment, and felt a little sick at how drunk he was. How stupid he was, to drink that much. He should have known his tolerance isn’t matched with the rest of them. He could have gotten hurt, could have said something—

Fuck.

“Fuck,” Neil said, covering his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Aaron said. He turned back to the coffee, though his posture was rigid.

Neil grabbed a glass of water. He noticed Aaron watching from the corner of his eye, but Neil chose to ignore him, figuring that’s best. He sat on the counter with his water, sipping it slowly while he and Aaron waited for the coffee to finish brewing.

The silence was thick, but they were both too stubborn to leave the kitchen. Usually, they preferred to wait and pretend the other wasn’t there.

That’s what Neil thought, at least. After a painful few minutes, Aaron huffed and grabbed the bottle of Advil from the drawer next to the sink. He shook two pills out and sat them next to Neil.

Neil stared at them until Aaron cast a pointed look at the pills, then physically gestured to them with raised brows. Neil took them while Aaron watched.

The coffee pot beeped. Aaron made a split second decision, grabbing two mugs and pouring coffee into them. He slid Neil’s across the counter. It sloshed over the side, but Aaron wasn’t capable of caring at the moment. His mind was busy, and he knew Neil had noticed his lack of eye contact; the analytical fuck.

“Look,” Aaron said. He did not look at Neil to say it. “You’re annoying, and you never know when to shut your mouth or mind your business. Most of the time, I’m convinced you have a death wish, and a lot of the time I find myself resenting you. You complicated our lives, put us all in danger, didn’t give a shit.”

Neil’s chest hurt. He didn’t know if it was anger or guilt. Aaron started talking again before he could figure it out.

“But I don’t hate you. I can’t, really. I can’t even fault you for the shitty things you did, because it all worked out.” Aaron glanced quickly at Neil, looked away. His cheeks were red.

The thank you for helping repair my relationship with my brother and thank you for testifying and thank you for being good to Andrew went unsaid, but Aaron hoped Neil wasn’t obtuse enough to force him to say it out loud.

Neil must have understood, because he nodded. Aaron figured that was as close to a reconciliation they were going to have, so he leaned against the counter and pretended everything was normal.

For the first time, they drank their coffee in silence without animosity orchestrating it.

Neil’s mug was half empty when Andrew joined them. He paused in the doorway, squinty eyed and mussed, looking between the two. Neil on the counter, Aaron leaning against it. Their silence, but lack of tension.

“This is weird,” Andrew finally said, his voice gravely from sleep.

“Yeah,” Neil and Aaron said simultaneously.

Neil glanced over his mug at Aaron, the corner of his mouth twitching. Aaron regarded it, but looked away, because something like contentment had made its way onto Andrew’s face.

Aaron smiled at that instead.

#andrew’s watching from the bar like ‘what in the fuck.’ #neil isn’t allowed to drink vodka anymore #andrew got tired of him crying #(not actually) #(his heart just *does something* when he sees neil in tears #(he does not like it) #he gets anxious and sad if he drinks too much #and he’s such a lightweight and doesn’t know his limits #so it happens a couple times before andrew is like ‘nope’ #and monitors neil until they find a fun fuzzy drunk #not a sad scary one #neil doesn’t even drink that often but after 4 years in college he obviously does more than a few times #aftg #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg brainrot #neil josten #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #all for the game #trk #tkm #andreil

[nelkcats]

The Fenton "Boor"

The Fentons have always been famous for their legal sale of weapons, usually based on ectoplasm and used to hunt ghosts. That's where they got most of their funds, whether it was to finance new inventions, their laboratory, or their children's education.

The problem began when they found out that Phantom was their son. Because of that revelation they accepted that they couldn't continue on the "weapon creator" path, how could they continue to create and sell weapons that help hunt down their baby? Even if they didn't trust all the ghosts Danny changed their perspective of the Infinite Realms and they were more or less at peace.

That is why they debated for hours on what to do to make money again, until they noticed something curious: Most of the people in Amity couldn't get drunk. It was a silly thing to focus on, but thanks to a quick investigation they noticed that after the portal opened no one had made it.

That's the reason they created a new brand of beer "Boor", which affected both ghosts and humans contaminated with ectoplasm. Their business quickly became a success and the beer was exported elsewhere (with many care and prevention labels).

When Jason Todd noticed "Boor" on the shelf at the bar he frequented, he snorted. The beer had a small ghost on the bottle, which caught his attention, he ordered it out of curiosity and when the waiter told him that the brand claimed "the product was capable of making even the dead drunk" Jason almost laughed.

Big was his surprise the next day when he woke up on one of Gotham's rooftops with a severe hangover. He had at least 8 missed calls from Nightwing and a bottle with a cartoon ghost in his hand.

#dpxdc #The Fentons created a beer #Jack wanted to call it Fenton beer #Danny didn't agree with that #Boor is not better but it stayed like that #dp x dc #dc x dp #The product is safe for most humans #and extremely effective with people that died before #Jason is excited #he couldn't get drunk since his death #The JL is curious because it works on most of them #even Flash #The Fentons created the beer mostly because Danny was complaining about being unable to do most things normal people could do #like getting drunk #because of his half ghost metabolism #he was sad about that #His parents helped #Danny is older here #stil living in Amity tho #Jason will track the boor creators later

[andavs]

I’m pinballing back and forth between “Buck and Eddie are fucking idiots who get blackout drunk and lose Chimney somewhere stupid” and “they all get drugged and it’s kind of fucked up actually” and I hate that with 911 they’re equally likely to happen.

#also how sad would it be if the one time eddie decides to let loose and get a little drunk #he gets fucking roofied

[ashstfu]

RIP </3

#like im drunk and sad wtf #this is insane and heartbreaking. he was my childhood. #chandler bing you will always be famous #matthew perry

[somecunttookmyurl]

if you want actual like on god for real actually exist you can see the papyri/tablets very incredibly cute egyptian letters absolutely go read translations of the amarna letters between king amenhotep III and his absolute bestest best friend in the whole wide world king tushratta of mitanni

#an fyi before you do: egyptians said 'i love you' and were very dramatic about it VERY freely #this isnt a 'haha they were SUUUHC GOOD FRIEEEEEEEENDS' moment egyptians were just like that #amenhotep was INCREDIBLY drunk on loving his wife juice to the extent his secondary wives were merely ceremonial positions #by all accounts he was monogamous and incredibly cute about his (commoner) wife #but he and tushratta referred to eachother as brothers and tush was DEVESTATED when amenhotep died #and wrote to queen tiye saying that he would love his son (amenhotep IV aka akhenaten) as if he were amenhotep III #because his best friend lived on in his son #and was basically like 'my son now i love him so much btw' #and then akhenaten completely fucked it by leaving him on read forever which is so sad and also biggest dick move #akhenaten apologists dont interact

[onepiecebrained]

where did he go?

#im drunk and sad #one piece #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #zosan #zs #zoro x sanji #sanji x zoro #notice how their eyes are only open/visible when they’re with each other

[beif0ngs]

My only plan for tonight is to get f*cked up beyond all recognition. 🥴🍾🍷

+BONUS FOOTAGE OF A DRUNKEN FIVE RUNNING DOWN THE HALLWAYS WITH A MANNEQUIN:

#The Umbrella Academy #TUA #Umbrella Academy #tuaedit #Number Five #Five #*mine #y’know for someone who’s PROBABLY never been drunk given his age irl #Aidan’s INSANELY good at acting the part #like his entire performance as Five has always just been incredibly entertaining to watch #but i have to say i'm a tiny bit sad that they switched Five from a caffeine addict to a raging drunk #ok to be fair it is an appropriate switch when your plans for retirement is rudely interrupted by the world ending AGAIN... but still

[butwilltherebealcohol]

I’m not striving for doing anything right, I'm not even pretending I can uphold that standard anymore- At this point I’m just praying every godforsaken morning I wake up that I don’t fuck up and/or piss somebody off that day. that’s all I ask

I'm working up the nerve to end myself y'all, I promise, I know i KNOW everyone wants me gone. just give me some more time, more booze, and more isolation. I'm almost there.

#tw suidical #tw depression #sad drunk #bourbon time 'round the clock #this made sense in my head #kill me please #tw

[saddest-girl-in-the-whole-world]

thinking about how harrows schizophrenia and general mental state is actually a lot less of a problem compared to the behaviour of everyone else around her that's using her schizophrenia and general mental state as a justification to treat her like shit during HtN.

I mean like yeah sure she's acting vaguely odd and has hallucinations of the body but like she's actually handling that well considering the situation she's in, the far bigger problem is that everyone around her is treating her like shit, hunting her for sport, treating her like she's less worthy of consideration and trying to manipulate her like sure she's not doing great but I'm sure it'd be a lot easier if!!! anyone!!! was treating her like a person!!!!

#god im so sorry for her #jod is somehow the nicest person and he just thinks shes probably really strong and also easy to manipulate #and the only time hes trying to convince the others to treat her better is when hes telling them how useful she could be #like when she almost kills ORTUS and he goes see??? shes useful!!! #it's relatable in a very sad way #im very drunk btw just came back from pride #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #tlt spoilers #harrowhark nonagesimus