#aaaaaaahahaha

(it's been a while but for those curious this is referring to this meme. probably. i can't read ur mind)

Especially to their beloved pets

-🌌

“pets” now, hmm?

send me a * and an url and my muse will talk about that muse whilst drunk

[ It’s funny, the way that sound and the general perception of everything just seems to warp, the alcohol in his system begins to take over what little control he had of himself and he becomes…this. He’s sluggish, careless and far more bold than usual — and sure, that’s questionable, But he is just so, horribly, horrendously worse.

And it’s funny, how things change, like a material reaching that maximum point before finally — they snap, they break, they fracture and split and this happens — clarity. The song is eerily crisp, louder than it should be, and the lyrics and memories entwine and reverberate in him.

He’s only quiet for a few moments before he begins to hum, he begins to sing and laugh and god, he drinks more. The memories aren’t bitter, but god do they burn like the liquor that travels down his throat. ]

"Y’know — I knew a guy. Know — knew, whatever —" 

[ Another swig. ]

               But I can see you                - Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun —

[ He’s singing, voice low and under breath. He can practically smell the ash that embeds itself in worn hoodies and taste lips tinged with the taste of shitty beer. ]

"Fuckin’ made hanging out at that place all the more worth it — he was a carnie, y’know. Kinda funny, given well —"

[ He gestures to himself, gestures around him, as if some form of explanation of the generic, somewhat predetermined and routine life of a billionaire playboy who lived a life of luxury. ]  

"God, t’was fun though, y’know — summer, we even got a car. I still keep it in my garage. You know, that trashbox Mightyboy. Right next to the roadster and my Saleen."

               Now I don’t understand what happened to our love               But babe, I’m gonna get you back               I’m gonna show you what I’m made of

[ There’s a final swig, and he drinks, deeper, eyes closed tight as the lyrics brand themselves into his ears.

But what happened? He hears. ]

"Life, happened. You know, the usual. I’m Tony Stark — you think this shit’s normal? We don’t get happy endings — no, nothing, will ever be okay with me." 

[ There’s only a moment when he’s serious, as he looks them in the eye, only for a moment, before he starts laughing. ]

               I can tell you my love for you will still be strong               After the boys of summer have gone