...death, or escape it, if she can.” I do not envy the heathen Devastani. I do not even wish them particularly well, as they are lunatics and genocidal abortionists and pedagogues and pedarastic drunkards, and the Deadland Plague may well be divine retribution killing off their culture as it did the Roman Empire or as the cancer plague killed of nascent New America and the heretical Middle Kingdom. ...
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Well I don't know what normal people would do at 3:00 in the morning if they were lost in a city they didn't live in or knew anyone.. BUT me and Ty let random drunk ...
this page was a pain to draw, and i'm not happy with it at all. but i decided i couldn't make it better without starting over, and it has already been long enough since i posted the last page. *cower* i still have a lot to learn.
Title: The happiest drunkards. [one-shot] Author: lady_akira Rating: R? (don't really know) Warnings: my bad English (mistakes.. oO'') Genre: angst, romance. Pairing: Yoochun x Changmin Disclaimers: don’t own them, unfortunately T_T. Synopsis: We got one blanket to get covered, a lot of alcohol circulating in our veins and too much love for each other to fill our lifetimes. Comments: ...
Along Norwood parade I follow middle-aged revellers illuminated by a tile shop. We pass a smashed egg and a Big Man Store. At the lights a whole group merges together; someone says: "shit - they'll get run over!" They don't, though, and eagerly cross to the Norwood hotel where a band is playing. By the time I step inside they're already dancing. Above the bar I notice an official countdown to St....
Before two of my fellows and I set off for Fuji, the group of us here in Kurashiki went down to a local izakaya (bar) for a glass (in some cases the same glass sitting there all night and in other cases several glasses) and conversation. This is what happened: The owner of the bar was a lovely lady. She was also stumbling around drunk the entire night. In the course of the evening she ...
...gives no sign of recognition. "Is it? Then I'll have to decline, as it'd be wasted on me." She touches her forehead, adding with a curl of her lip, "I've a low tolerance for drink. And drunkards. Mmm, and a tower of tasks remaining - our day's later than it is here, and I should return before brawling begins. Though if you're planning to participate, I wish you good luck, from the Islands." A warm...
