druuuuuuuuukn.

[hellboi]

THE DRUNK MEME

1. Drinking Games: You're at that special level of drunkenness where previously unimagined things start to sound like a good idea. You know, like another drink. It's cool, I know this great game that will inevitably end with everyone involved being totally wasted. You play until... shit, what were the rules again?

2. Unsolicited Advice: Oh man, you suddenly know the solutions to all of life's mysteries. All it took to figure it all out was half a pint of whiskey! It's time to tell all your friends how to fix the problems with their personal lives, whether they want you to or not.

3. Drunk Texting: Frankly, you can't IMAGINE why anyone wouldn't want to hear about how drunk you are right now. If only you could remember where the vowels are on this tiny keyboard. Drawing inspiration from TFLN is encouraged.

4. Tell Them How You Really Feel: You lost some of your less important inhibitions three or four drinks ago, and it's time to tell it how it is! Hunt down the person you love, or possibly the person you hate, or even just the person you don't literally just met, and bare your heart to them in a way that you'll almost definitely regret tomorrow morning.

5. Karaoke: Shot through the heart, and you're to blame! You give love... a bad... something...

6. Terrible Ideas: This is going to be so awesome, guys. I've got the skateboard, and I'm handcuffed to Steve... is the camera rolling? And who's lighting the fireworks?

7. Flirting: While all that booze may not have enhanced your charm, it certainly did wonders for your ego! Time to find all the hottest dudes and/or chicks in this place and make them swoon before your gin-powered charisma.

8. On the Streets: What better way to follow up a good bar run than by drunkenly wandering the streets in the middle of the night? There may be loud, embarrassing singing. There may be puking in the gutter. You may be completely lost, and not sure why that police officer is speaking Italian.

9. The Next Day: All that you took with you from last night's adventures was a blur of jumbled, confusing memories, a lampshade with googly eyes drawn on it taped to your head, and a brutal hangover. What exactly happened here? And who's that sleeping next to you?

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Jason Todd | Titans

[theotherobin]

Tomoko Kuroki (aged up) | Watamote | OTA

[slightlypopular]

Alec Lightwood | Shadowhunters

[magnusimsorry]

Sarajevo | Arknights OC | OTA

[socialchameleon]

[FINALLY, THE MEME THEY WERE BORN FOR]

alexis rose 🌹 schitt's creek 🌹 ota

[cutehugeyacht]

[drunk alexis is very likely chaotic and too honest, but it would also be funny for her to be the sober one babysitting the drunk!]

Michael Guerin | Roswell, NM

[cosmiccowboy]

Bucky Barnes | MCU |

[frozenassets]

[Ota for gen, M/M for shipping or smut]

chai || hi-fi rush || ota

[trashmetal]

[noshavenomad]

[ The boys finally find something that sticks? ]

[frozenassets]

[Something strong enough to knock an elephant out probably. Sounds fun, I'm game!]

Hob Gadling | Sandman (Netflix)

[100more]

Harley Quinn | DCEU | ota

[revmeup]

[noshavenomad]

It's not often he has the inclination to sit and drink for more than whatever enjoyment he can wrangle from the taste of the beverage, but it's been a rough few weeks in general, nevermind trying to keep his head down in the aftermath of...everything. He did what needed to be done, burned more bridges than he built, protected Bucky, endangered a lot of people, cracked the Avengers in half-

At least he doesn't need to worry about it becoming a crutch for coping. There isn't enough on earth (or even Asgard, apparently) to really knock him for a loop, but Thor had tucked away a stash in one of the old hydra raid hideouts for post battle revels what feels like forever ago. When things were straightforward and simple and the next right step was as simple as knowing where they had to sweep in and scatter the last dregs of a monster he'd thought, hoped, he'd put to rest. Life isn't that simple anymore but he still has Bucky.

Not fair to make a touchstone out of the one person he still has from his life before when neither of them are who they used to be, less so when Bucky has his own mess of memories and guilt to work through-

But he has a cask of mead that should put both of them out of their heads for a little while, and he's overdue a visit. Spacing them out has been hard; but it's been long enough since he last came by to use missing him as an excuse.

Also he's driving Natasha crazy with his ruminations on how they're only so effective and so prepared and there had to have been a better way to stand their ground without setting everything on fire around them. It's done. All they can do is move forward. So in a weird echo of simpler days (before the ice, before the war, when all they had to worry about was their next paycheck), Steve knocks on Bucky's door with something potently alcoholic both under his arm- and in his system.

So he cracked in early, so what? He needed to be sure this would stick and, joy of joys, it does. "Buck? Buck! Got a present for ya."

niki shiina | enstars | m/m

[wholesnack]

Sae | original | ota

[experiment01]

(When she is truly well-plastered, Sae is an incredibly affectionate drunk. clinging to people and demanding attention like a starving dog. If the thread seems like it's heading in a shippy direction, F/M only. Otherwise, it's /gen! )

[frozenassets]

They still don’t know how to get the trigger words out of him. But the docs tell him they’re closer this time, but also that it won’t help if they push him too much. Thing is, Bucky just wants them out. Doesn’t matter if they have to keep him defrosted and in that lab for weeks or months prodding at him, he’s so ready to put in the work no matter the cost that sometimes he forgets that everyone else needs rest. So when Shuri shoos him out, tells Bucky to get rest like he’s actually people and needs it too, he doesn’t put up a fuss.

Turns out today’s sessions and tests are more tiring than he counted on/ He’s only halfway back to his room when the weariness comes crashing down, and Bucky barely resists the urge to curl up right in a corner and crash through sheer force of will. He drags himself back to his room like it’s a forced march and he’s got his handlers at his back. The door barely slides shut after him - he doesn’t even kick off his boots, before Bucky slings himself on a bed that’s too soft. He’s lights out before he even hits the pillow.

It isn’t like HYDRA hasn’t put him through tougher, more strenuous routines or stress tests every time they outfitted him with an upgrade or new cocktail. It’s just that he can’t remember the last time he’s felt so completely drained. Like thinking about anything in particular is so much effort that he’s tired just from feeling tired.

It’s also one of the few times Bucky’s actually slept like a goddamn baby. Not a single nightmare or dream. Just nothing. It’s nice for a change.

The pounding on the door seems like it’s coming from another building over, but all it takes is Steve’s voice drifting through to needling him back awake.

There’s a delay, something shuffling behind the door, and then it slides open: Bucky looks a lot less a world-class assassin with the dark rings under his eyes, his clothes rumbled and his hair sticking every which way like no amount of pomade’ll ever tame it.

“You didn't say you were dropping by!” His face brightens the moment he sees Steve, stepping in to wrap him in a hug that's feeling more natural every time Steve visits, burying his face into his shoulder. That's when Bucky's nose flares, catching at something that's not just Steve's normal scent, but something that smells vaguely like top-shelf whiskey. It's not bad, but holy hell. Bucky lets his hands settle on Steve's shoulders, not willing to part just yet, and glances down at the cask tucked under Steve’s arm and the soppy grin on his face that makes him think suddenly of the entire day spent at Coney Island. When was the last time Steve smiled like that? “...A present? What’s the occasion?”

Doyle || Angel the Series || OTA

[dublinbrogue]

[noshavenomad]

"Surprise!" Right now he's not thinking about the weight pressing down on either of them. He's not thinking about the trigger words waiting like a noose around Bucky's neck, or how they have to sneak around everywhere but Wakanda. He doesn't worry about the rough mission he'd just been on or how much he misses Thor's laughter, Bruce's wry commentary, or Tony's-

Anything.

Everything.

Easier to think about how he feels warm and loose like he hasn't since the ice. To lean in and hold on tight to Bucky and feel, for the slumping and pressing his face into Bucky's neck, a little like he's short and skinny again and not carrying so much on his shoulders all the damn time. Trying to make something of himself only made more problems but- he can't regret it right now. Not when he's got Bucky back. "Shitty day. Week? Shitty decade."

Which isn't an occasion so much as it is just- a reason. An excuse. He nudges his forehead into Bucky's jaw like he used to and sways his way in, setting the cask down on the nearest level surface- so not Buck's bed. Anywhere else. "Space mead. Or- It's alcohol from Asgard, Thor left it behind awhile ago in case we wanted to celebrate."

A few more glasses and he might slip sideways into remembering how they used to party after missions, when they had a tower and a team- or when they had a bottle of rotgut and a bonfire with the Howlies. It didn't do a damn thing for him (might not have done anything for Bucky) but it felt right. "Got any cups?"

wakasa imaushi | tokyo revengers

[involve]

[nexttarget]

[open to shipping if you want]

Clint didn't drink too often and never went hard, but he's out of a body cast, and the world isn't going to end... why does it always seem to get so close to ending.

He's a little more than tipsy, maybe heading into drunk, but that's why god invented cabs or sofas.

He grabs another drink and finds a place to plant himself to people watch and maybe snoop by reading a few lips.

Guinevere ‘Guin’ Davies / OC / OTA

[aimlesswonder]

[OOC: Either her college self is drunk partying or her adult self is drunk bitching.]

kaeya alberich — genshin impact (ota).

[frore]

kamisato ayato / genshin impact

[cutflowers]

( m/m preferred for shipping. )

Clint Barton | Marvel

[nexttarget]

[frozenassets]

It feels a little like the pang of loss when they part; hard to tell if it’s ‘cause he’s just touch-starved, period, or because something about Steve leaning in against Bucky like he’s 5-foot something and a handful of change makes him suddenly feel the loss like it’s new again. Like that moment where he’d looked at Captain America and realized that the little scrap of a guy he grew up was gone. Bucky remembers the uneasiness and sharp stab of something ugly, something green, when he’d looked around at all the other POWs around him and realized they were finally seeing Steve Rogers for who he was all along. Just took Project Rebirth for anyone else to finally give a damn. God, who the hell was he kidding? He should’ve been over the moon for Steve back then, but some friend he was.

The Bucky that’s made it to this century kind of wishes he could go back and slug that version of him for it.

Well, at least he can be a better friend now. “Shitty decade is right. Can’t think of a better reason to get sauced.”

Bucky offers a shoulder to Steve, because he’s actually honest-to-God swaying on his feet, his body strong and firm as Steve nuzzles against him. The coarse hairs of his beard are rough against his jaw, sending such a sudden thrill through Bucky that Bucky sucks in a sharp breath that he can’t quite cover up in time.

Once Steve’s settled - Bucky leaves him in one of the chairs with an armrest, just in case - he rummages through the cabinets. It’s not like he expects to host, but he’s learning to make a sporting effort at it now that he’s got King T’challa, Shuri or Oyo dropping by these days.

Bucky sinks into the chair next to Steve, knee brushing against his as he leans over to set the two glasses down on the stand between them with a clink of crystal that’s honestly too fine for either of them.

“So you’re telling me this Asgard stuff can actually get people like us drunk? Like Dum-Dum-three-sheets-to-the-wind plastered?” Bucky hands a glass to Steve first. “I don’t even know if I can remember what it’s like to get drunk.”