#plastered

[kaitowotd]

Kaito's Word of the Day: Plastered

Sometimes you just gotta have a little too much fun as a treat!

[mothrasmash-blog]

I TOLD YALL I WOULD REPOST ALL WHITE GIRL WASTED MARCHY CONTENT I FIND:

Brad Marchand trying to pour a capped beer into the top of the Stanley cup. Chef’s kiss.

[gregdotorg]

It's January 2025 and Nicole Eisenman has a newly opened show at Anton Kern in NYC called Plastered that includes some of her earliest sculptural works, tasty facelike plaster-on burlap objects called Understudies.

image: Nicole Eisenman, Understudies, 2012, via antonkerngallery

[romantic-poem]

fingers tracing the cracks above my bed whispers of a forgotten name echoing through time in the silence I see it his name etched in plaster memories seep through the fissures like morning light a map of what we had fragments of love

[angoragoats]

Only in England could you name your shop this

[goatsmell]

Hard & Tasty

I’ve left one word, and One phrase behind me In this life’s wake: “Dirigible” and “judicial system”

Thank goodness neither topic Comes up too often for me Now I’ve left those lives afloat

I sound absolutely Plastered when I say any of those words

[quill-pen]

Okay, I'm just putting this out there...

Early in the relationship when they're still friends: Ebenezer trying to deal with a drunk Reader because she's not used to ALL THE FRIGGIN' ALCOHOL. (Like, the toffs had a different wine for every course of the meal, didn't they?) She tried so hard to pace herself, but her young, middle-class American constitution just couldn't hold out with it! So now we've got Ebenezer trying to keep her from embarrassing herself and get her at least a little sobered up so she can at least stand on her own two feet:

Oh, bollocks--she's throwing up: Better help hold her hair! Damn, she got some on her dress! Oh, well, she said her aunt was the one that had it made for her and Reader hates it anyway, so it's no loss. No, no, no! Don't go to sleep here--you'll be right in the vomit! Come on, with me--over here. That's right, sit down there and relax. Breathe. Slowly. You're all right, Sweetness--I have you. Bloody, hell you're a mess: You shouldn't have drunk so much! No, no, no--I'm not cross with you; I'm just worried about you. I had a bad feeling when I looked at you halfway through dinner.