drunk on whiskey

It’s St. Patrick’s Day in Zootopia!!! So Nick, Judy (In Vodka Witch mode), @crewefox (That random human in the Irish rugby shirt) @ziegelzeig (the fox with a scarf and a pencil tucked behind his ear) and zI0tty (The arctic fox enjoying a pint) have decided to celebrate the most brilliant day of the year for Irish folk at the Champions pub around the corner from precinct 1! It’s time to guzzle the Guinness, whip out the whiskey and blitz the Bulmers!!!

The amazing, heart felt and absolutely fun piece of art was of course created by the one and only @zigelzeig, I commissioned him to do this in lieu of a chapter illustration this week and he came up with the brilliant idea of turning into a Paddy’s day party so please won’t you come and join the party, doesn’t matter if you come as your zoosona or IRL self, just reblog  and party!!! @fuzzywuzzylittletail @trashasaurusrex @senny74 @cloudyloudy @nekomimiranger @fourthdimension99 @reddoshirousagi06 @judylavernehopps @nick-tracy @bluelightenterprises @blueberrycarrots @cimar-of-turalis-wildehopps @helthehatter @zootopepo @oggzz @ryutolbx @crispyfactor @master-lux @inkstainedandproud @pyrophoricitee @lavernewilde-hopps @if-you-wanna-getout-alive @pedroroll @artf0rlife @somethingcalledafurry @nick-and-judy-daily @alexboehm55144 @thezootopianadict @thezootopianinsider @aureliano276 @blackwing2230 @emgmusic1 and everyone else in the community come and have a drink with us!!!!!!

I loved you too much to notice. When you started coming home later I pushed it to the back of my mind. When your jaw clenched and your fingers dug into your palm I ignored it. When shot glasses replaced picture frames I kept a smile. I let myself see the you I first met. The you who had a touch so gentle it was as if there was no contact at all. The you who’s smile was so bright it almost made you forget about the world outside. You, who chased away my demons even when they towered over you. You who promised forever, who promised a future. You who laughed like a child and loved like it kept you alive. The you who loved art and would jump during horror movies. The you who swore to protect me from the monsters in the movies and the closet. But soon enough the monsters from the movies could be seen behind your eyes and while I was drunk on you, you were drunk on whiskey.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #2

If you cannot handle your alcohol you cannot handle me. I am the strongest drink you will ever have and the quickest drug you will ever get addicted to. Like the whiskey you’ve grown to be fond of since you were 16 years old I’ll be there when it feels like nobody else is. I will be what you drown yourself in when you’re overwhelmed with both happiness and sadness, I will be what you wake up wanting and go to bed dreaming of. The first swig of me will leave you wondering if you want more but with each new sip you’ll fall more in love with each taste you get and ask for another shot. But unlike the alcohol you’ve learned to rely on, even when you split ways, I will not come back. One day I’ll wake up and leave and you will go through a withdrawal that doesn’t really end, you just find ways to bury it. But I’ll have scarred you and you’ll never really want whiskey again, just on the nights you miss me most and you can’t fight the urge to do whatever it takes to have the taste of me on your lips again. So when she asks you why you drink yourself to death with whiskey on the days it feels like the worlds falling apart or the days it feels like it’s all falling together? Tell her that the tequila from your trip with her to Mexico, or the Vodka you got in Moscow, or the wine she got you from that Vineyard back east doesn’t make you feel like I did.

And when you’re drunk in your whiskey that’s the only time you feel like you’re home