#alcohilism

[iatetwosteaksandonefryforlunch]

Y'all don't know what dedication is until you break open 2 RAZORS JUST FOR THE SMALL BLADE INSIDE

#tw selfhate #tw self destruction #baby cvts #sucidial #tw: sucidal thoughts #self h@rm #sh cvt #tw bruising #alcohilism #sh vent #razor

[fitandwellnessover50]

#alcohol #alcohilism #liver #liver disease #brain

[splendontcore]

i merely made my fave htf characters hispanic so i can self-insert my livings make them more relatable to my knowledge of the world...but dang, now i cant live in a world without them like that...like...

Look my straight at the face and tell me that Nutty wouldn't drink these shits as crazy every single day while chachareando at the tianguis or smth

Or that Sniffles wouldn't spend his weekends at his local mercado de pulgas buying wires and tech used stuff to make his stupid ass gadgets

OR THAT FUCKING FLAKY DOESNT EXPEND EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THEIR EXISTENCE IN THAT SPECIFIC PLACE

#note: even tianguis and mercado de pulgas are basically the same stuff #i want to everyone to remember that my Nutty is mexican/german and Sniffles is full chilean so im using the respective terms for their count #-countries #tw: alcohol #tw: alcohol mention #tw: alcohilic drinks #also that fraggle rock is basically Spain's second come of christ #please ask me more stuff about them and their Hispanic anrics i did so much research for Sniffles and inwant to dump it all #(....yeah if anyone's wonders...im mexican...fulll mexican....yo naci y creci en este pais y aun no me muero asi q considero decir aka vivo)

[yourmoonmomma]

Drunk as fuck rn, wishing could feels kicked this forever

#abt em #alcohil #ddunk

[szczekaczz]

i hate the drinking culture in poland so much going to kms

#alcohilism rates here have been atracious since forever #and i'm usually not bothered by my abstinence but goddd sometimes it gets so tiring to explain to everyone one #that i don't drink #and it's not going to change no matter how nicely or aggressively someone is trying to convince me for a drink ☠️ #and that it's just my personal choice #and it doesn't mean that i dislike that person just because i'm not going to drink with them ☠️ #i'm not very optimistic about it but i would loooove poles to get their shit together in regards of drinking alcohol #rant over lol it really doesn't bother me most of the time when ppl try to convince me but today i'm so done

[fritzwilhelm]

After roughly a year & a half of trial and error in devising a hot and sweet peppermint tea cocktail with liquor in it, I'm not sure if I am getting closer or simply acquiring a taste/tolerance for alcohol fumes

#i have succeeded in making something unique that i enjoy drinking but that is not alcohilic enough to have any noticeable effect 🤔 #fritz talks

[theoneofwhomisblue]

Alcohilism

#196

[serenitysheart1]

It’s worse to be nothing with you | Spiderman-Noir x Drunk!Reader

WARNINGS: Alcohilism, Suicidal Behavior (??)

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Word Count: 1,566

Context: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gender-Not specified Reader, Reader is an alcoholic

Author’s note: fanfic title from ‘Promise’ by Laufey. In this context i wrote this as Peter being your close-friend who’s in-love with you cus ykyk slow burn

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His hands were shoved deep inside his pockets as he wandered through New York City, met with only silence and empty streets. The faint reflections of dim lights from cars and lampposts moved around him like silent ghosts. Hours passed by without a trace of you.

“Where in the devil have they gone off to this time?” Peter let out a heavy sigh, unable to shake off the heavy feeling in his chest. Just when all hope seemed lost, a faint glimmer ahead beckoned to him invitingly - a small bar tucked away at the end of an alleyway twinkling like a beacon.

The moment he saw the place, he recognized it immediately and felt the urge to burn it down just by looking at it. Here he was, standing in front of the bar you visited frequently. Despite all the advice he had given you, it seemed you had only tossed them all to the ground.

Could you really be in there, again? He had no choice but to check.

He paused for a moment before he opened the creaky door of the bar and stepped inside. The heavy stench of alcohol hung in the air; even though he was used to the smell by now, it still made him nauseous to think about you consuming it. Empty glasses stood on the counter like sentinels as a few exhausted patrons lounged at one end of the room. A couple of others were playing pool, while two fiddlers sawed away in the corner. There you were, seated on a stool in front of the counter beneath the soft glow of a yellow light. He let out a sigh as he unbuttoned his coat and slowly made his way towards you.

The warmth of a fabric enveloped you like a comforting embrace. You didn't flinch but instead looked up to see who had kindly given you their coat. "Oh, it’s you. Haha.. Hey there, Peeeter..." You slightly giggled, swirling the leftover booze in your cup.

His gaze was firm as he met your eyes. "Please, make this easier for both of us and just come with me, doll."

"Say what now? Where? No, thank you..." You held up your cup to him, a friendly glint in your eye. "C'mon, Peter, have a seat and join me for a drink!"

After another heavy sigh from Peter, he snatched the cup away from you. "How many of those have you had already, Y/N? I told you to quit it... Look at yourself, doll, look at yourself…"

"Errr... one, two—six, or seven?" You pretended to count on your fingers.

He shook his head, “Never mind, let's get you home, darling. I’ll take care of you." He gently wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders and attempted to help you up from the barstool.

"Nooooo, c'mon… I still have one bottle left..." You pleaded desperately, stretching out your arm towards the bottle.

He firmly grasped your wrist to stop you from grabbing it, his face mere inches away from yours now. "You know, at this rate, you'll be dead before you're thirty-five."

Your voice was muffled by a mix of sorrow and annoyance as you spoke. “And so what?”

His grip on your wrist tightened.

“…Why are you doing this to yourself?” He asked, his voice quivering, "Why are you doing this to me?”

You laughed harshly, your cold response only digging a deeper hole into his heart. “It doesn’t hurt to have some fun, Peter. Don’t be such a killjoy!..”

"And what's so fun about drinking your life away?" he asks in a disappointed tone, then he shakes his head, “Forget it, let’s just get you home already. You’re drunk, Y/N.”

“Haha.. You wouldn’t get it.” You muttered under your breath, “Now pass me that bottle. I paid for it after all.”

Ignoring your words he pulls you up, his arm now wrapped around your waist. You tried to pull away from him, begging for him to let go of you so you can go back inside. No chance of that though; he kept a firm grip on you as he guided you out.

His lips were pressed tightly together in a thin line. "You can't even walk properly. Hold on for a moment, dear." He effortlessly lifted you up and held you in his arms like a bride. Despite more of your protests, you eventually gave up and just gave in. He opened the car door with one arm and carefully placed you down inside the vehicle.

"Are you kidnapping me?" He looked at you sternly, not answering and simply shutting the car door. He went around to the other side and settled in the driver's seat, sighing and shaking his head. He’s used to this already, isn’t he?

“No, I’m just taking you home..." He replied in a tired yet gentle tone. “I want you safe and sound in your bed.” He grumbled as he turned on the engines.

You laughed for a bit, then fell silent.

“Hah... I really am an idiot, aren’t I?”

Sniffle.

The sudden crying made him jolt in surprise on his seat, not liking how you suddenly broke down in tears like that. He quickly stopped the car and turned around in his seat, wrapping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into a hug, trying to keep you from seeing how hurt he truly was. He could feel your body tremble and your shaky breaths.

"Hey... you’re not an idiot, darling... I know you know better than this.." he whispered in a soothing tone, his mind in turmoil. How much longer can he do this?

You buried your head into his shoulder, “Why am I like this? Why, why, why….” Sobbing even more. He gently caressed your head with his other hand. Even though this isn't his first time dealing with this situation, his heart breaks to see you like this.

“It's okay, darling. It's okay...I’m here, I’m here..." he whispered, but his words only seemed to make you cry more as you hugged his shoulder tightly.

Peter doesn’t have to deal with this yet unfortunately he does. It makes you sick. Why can’t he just leave you already? Doesn’t he have a job to do as Spiderman, not taking care of some drunk.

“No, it’s not o—okay…” Your voice cracked, “I’m a burden to everyone, I should just hurry up and die already.”

Hearing those words hurt him to his core. He pulled you closer, his voice in absolute despair. "No... no, no, no. God, please, don’t say that, sweetheart... you're not a burden to anyone, especially not to me, Y/N… I can’t just stand by and watch you throw away your life like this.. I-I can’t..." he sighed deeply, his grip around your shoulders tightening.

Knowing how damaging those habits are from his own experience, it hurt to see the person he loved and cared so much about go down that path. As if the universe was trying to torture him.

"Then why do you put up with this?" you said through the tears in your voice.

"Because, I love you… and nothing will ever change that, darling. Nothing.” He whispered, his voice sounding like he was going to break down at any moment too. But he can’t do that, especially not right now.

“If there was a version of me without you by his side, believe me, he’d be as broken as the bottle you kept drinking from this evening.” He sighed and pulled away slightly. Wiped the tears off your cheeks, as he looked into your eyes.

“So please… stop hurting yourself like this. I'm begging you.”

More tears stained across your face, as you buried your head back deeper into his shoulder. Words are too good to be true. He could be happy right now if it wasn’t for you. He could be loving someone else right now, someone who wasn’t drunk, selfish, stupid, and... and…

It made you cry even more thinking about it. As much as you wanted his love, but you knew… that, “.. I don’t deserve you.”

“Y/N…”

Eventually your sobbing stopped, and it was soon found out that you’ve passed out and fallen asleep. Peter pulled away slightly and adjusted the coat on your shoulder. He let you lay your head down on the car seat, but your head fell on his shoulder instead as he shuffled to turn on the engine back up again. He didn’t move and let you be, not wanting to wake you up, so he just drove. A painful expression on his face could be seen from the car’s rear window reflection. Taking in everything that just had happened. He was used to this. But the pain only grew each and every time. It never gets easier.

It’s been a long night. But all that matters now is that you’re still by his side, still breathing.

Once he reaches your house, he carefully carries you into your room and places you in the bed. Tucking you in. His heart feels lighter all of a sudden as he watches you sleep, but as soon as he turns to leave the room, he sees the empty bottle of booze lying on your desk.

Suddenly, his heart sinks again. It’s an endless cycle.

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider man noir x reader #spiderman noir #atsv #itsv noir #atsv angst #itsv x reader #itsv angst #atsv x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse x reader #spidermannoir x reader #spidernoir x reader

[cyberpunk-20xx]

On Johnny’s trans journey

cw for internalized and externalized transphobia, lesbophobia, alcohilism mentions, canon-compliant violence

Yeah so one day (this is my hc in my CP15 AU where Johnny doesn’t get to stay with the Aldecaldos the whole time between summer 2013 and the 2020s and instead goes back to Kerry NC, thus leading to a Reunion Tour that gets Victor hired by Samurai’s label), there's yet another quidproquo between Victor and him.

In a panic, he suckerpunches Victor rasping "I'm not a fucking tranny [unsaid: like you]"

And something clicks inside Victor's head (probably their chrome thinly-veiled skull rebuffing against the impact) and everything falls to place. As comprehension sets in, their response is instantaneous:

"Well fuck, damn you stupid bitch, I didn't say you were, but now I know you are!!"

And they look at him in disbelief like he's pulled the biggest bit they've ever witnessed, there's a blank where Johnny is pale as a fucking sheet, looking like a ghost that got killed twice more, starting to hyperventilate as he stares at them, and they righten themselves, rubbing and cracking their jaw back into place (that's also when Johnny understand how borged out they secretly are), and they look at him, eyebrows rising, and whistles out,

"Fuck, that explains so much."

—

Johnny once fell upon an entire fortune. Literally. While raiding an abandoned house the enemy forces had been hiding out at, the poor kid had collapsed right onto some corpse of a guy still clinging to a wad of cash. Johnny did what any shellshocked underage impulsive teen soldier would have.

He pocketed the money and hid it, the stress and fear of being caught with it making him sick. He had to get rid of it and quick. And he couldn’t waste it.

He’d gotten the whole premium package: he’d already had a medium shit quality T implant, so he got a mammectomy he paid a fortune for, a scrotum and penis transplant, and a few months later, he got back to the clinic using the rest of the cash plus the little military credit and health care he had for cosmetic surgery that erased his chest scars, rendering him unidentifiable as trans to the naked, cis gaze.

Robert Linder died for good with Johnathan Nauman, and he was a pre-op trans man hopeful for a future that had more colours to it than just reds and blacks and maroons.

—

Only Kerry and Denny knew. Kerry only did because he was himself a semi-closeted trans man. And Johnny acted with such disgust toward the subject anytime he’d brought it up, unless it was about himself and then suddenly it was fucking magically fine (it made Kerry feel special, so he did not question it- if only he’d know just how special he actually was, so special to Johnny that Johnny had to resort to violence to deny himself another chance at loving a man the way he wished he could-) and Kerry’d always just assumed it was just yet another Raised in The Bible Belt thing.

He’d not been entirely wrong.

Denny on the other hand, knew about it because one day, she’d been the only one semi-sober– to this day she does not understand how nor why it had to be her of all people to learn this about their cryptical, aggressive frontman.

He’d been curled up in a corner and mumbling to himself, which wasn’t unusual but rare, but he was also sobbing and clutching his head. 

That, was not normal. It was fucking bizarre actually, and she felt even more mortified see this much from him than she’d been the first time she’d gifted a bouquet to a girl she liked (her name was Natasha, she had long auburn hair and a face like a gentle doll, lips pink like fruit) who’d then looked at her up and down and spat,

“I’m not a fucking lesbo.” 

As if just the thought had soiled her.

Well somehow that was worse.

And yet she’d approached him, and kneeled beside him.

Now, everyone in Samurai knew about Johnny’s horrid war-induced C-PTSD, and the first rule of thumb about Johnny’s horrid war-induced C-PTSD: You don’t talk about Johnny’s horrid war-induced C-PTSD.

If it needs to be brought up, Johnny is more than capable enough doing it himself and then by gods he’ll only stop when he’s done talking about it.

Many-a-one jaws and noses and ribs and walls and chairs and tables and car windows had beared the testimony of what happened if you broke that rule.

So they didn’t talk about it.

Then the 2013 raid happened. And it somehow got worse.

But let’s not get sidetracked.

Denny had sat next to Johnny, and a decade later she wonders if she wasn’t on some acid trip after all, when he’d not only not slapped her hand off of him, but collapsed against her chest, in the most uninterested way, and wailed just a tad louder, a tad clearer, about some guy he’d stolen everything from, the man who’d taken a bullet from him, and how he was a fraud and one day they would all find out, how he could only keep lying to himself for so long, he’d always just be the delusional bitch his older brothers said he was.

She had not even thought it was possible for Johnny Silverhand to have brothers, much less plural, much less ones that would have abused him and won.

More things were said. Garbled and disjointed, but Denny knew how to speak tongues with men who’d been swallowed by the bottle.

Oh, everyone assumed she was so patient with Henry because she was naive and stupid, but what they didn’t want to understand is that she just knew better. She knew that beneath the violence and the smell of chemicals lied terrified boys who’d grown into broken men, begging for anyone to just understand.

Her father had been such a kind man before the incident.

And so, she’d learned a secret Johnny hadn’t told anybody else, not even Kerry, and that was when she knew.

It was bad. She could never fucking mention it to anyone.

But Denny was used to taboos, and one more didn’t shake her. She just kept on drumming, taking out her rage at the world for burdening her with the pain of everyone around her by beating the shit out of her drumset and making bank off it.

She just knew some things were better left unsaid. Sleeping dogs lying and all that, y’know?

—

And then Victor had to go and fucking ruin it, making Johnny have to come out and say it.

And Johnny’s fists could barely scuff their face, it only broke the skin and bled but nothing underneath got any real damage, so, seemed they were all fucked.

They were gonna have to talk about it. Or at least put words on it, thinking about it, now.

Johnny hated them even more for that.

(That must be why he slept at their place, in their bed, for the next few weeks following.

Sometimes, Kerry would stay over so they could work on their songs, Victor keeping themselves busy with what the fuck ever it was that their imp ass did during their free time, and he’d sleep into bed behind him, or as the little spoon when Johnny felt small like humouring him.

Victor would stay on the same side of the bed and latch onto him one way or another, kissing his scalp softly, and he’d fall asleep, and if he were lucky, he dreamed of cocoa butter scented hair tickling his face, strong lanky dark skinned arms around his frames, two sets of dogtags clinking together softly under the rustles of the sheet.

Sometimes there would be blonde hair falling in a halo around a pale figure, but most of those dreams ended up as nightmares, so that’s not what we’re talking about if we’re talking about the times Johnny got lucky dreaming.

And when he’d wake up, there would be no blood. No screams. 

Just Victor’s stupid little hanging charms chiming softly as the AC droned on.

Just Kerry’s snoring against his neck.

Just peace.)

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp77 #cp2077 #johnny silverhand #johnny posting #thoughts #cyberpunk 2077 johnny #denny cabrez #cp77 denny #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk 2077 kerry #silverdyne #if you don't like johnny being interpreted as trans don't bother telling me that's just a way to get blocked

[there-is-just-me-myself-and-i]

Good morning🌻. I already told Ju and Kai about their christmas present, so it is only fair that I tell you about yours too🎁: I am working on a Joonas/Olli little under 10k fanfic for you as a christmas present. I am not really sure who is your favorite ship, but this story is one of my absolute favorites👉👈. It has a lot of angst, pinning and misunderstanding in it, but a happy ending and a coming out on national TV. (TW: homophobia and conversion therapy are mentioned and also past abuse and alcohil abuse. If that is too heavy for you please tell me. Then I will write something else for you!🙈)

Now that I have recovered a bit from reading this I will try to answer…

I don’t even know what to say... Just reading this already made my day, month and probably year tbh. Thank you so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much!!! I can’t believe I am getting a fanfic as a present 🥺😭🖤. This is one of the nicest things someone has ever done for me. You really got me quiet emotional there.

I love the idea so much already, and you actually choose my second favorite pairing aswell. I already can’t wait to read this…

You are truly the best Gemma, all the love and happiness and good things in the world for you ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍🫂

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🖤🖤🖤🦋🦋🦋

#ask answered #again thank you so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much Gemma 🖤 #i don't deserve this #BC fanfiction #best christmas present ever #gemma <3 #sorry I got a bit emotional about this...

[iatetwosteaksandonefryforlunch]

I love not being sober

#tw selfhate #tw self destruction #sucidial #tw: sucidal thoughts #alcohilism #alcohol #not sober

[splendontcore]

idk why but like....nutty gaves me vibes of at every single.party the fucker will have a water bottle like this

but filled with some wicked fourloko combos n shit

#cw: alcohol #tw: alcohilic drinks #tw: alchohol mention #tw: alcohol #fsniffles doesnt drink tho he just stares at a corner how fucked up alcohol can turn nutty and flaky

[star-tavern]

yeah hugs and snuggles would be nmice<333 also anything you want since you let me have alcohil or still nothing??

-☣

Still thinking!! I didn’t get a chance to come up with anything unfortunately <\3 I’ll probably use it to ask for cuddles or something at a later date.

But for now!! Cuddles for my favorite hazardous being <333

#hazzy!!

[clitchuck]

I HESRT ALCOHIL POISONINH!!!!!!!

[digitalandy]

Salt and Smoke, St. Louis

The city is characterized by a many places that are offering BBQ food and they cover different styles.

This place belongs to a small local chain. The specific restaurant is in the ball stadium park, just outside the playing field where there are a series of different food options all with terraces to allow to view the game.

The style is informal but nicely developed. Modern buy with wood and steel. A long counter for the bar with, on the back, a great selection of craft spirits I'm a nice variety of bottles.

The food is ordered on a menu and it is served by waiters.

The combo offers the opportunity to combine from 2 to 4 meats going from pulled black chicken, to pulled pork, brisket and ribs. Everything is cooked nicely and served with an option of sides and a hot bread on the top. On the tables a wide range of home made sauces, very savory and with a perfect combination with the meat.

A great selection of draft beer and also bottles including non alcohilic ones.

Service is very informal.

https://saltandsmokebbq.com/meet-our-besties/

[patronsaintofsacrifice]

Jokes about chugging anything lose their humor when you're a #alcoholic n would chug shoe polish if it'd help u forget how u feel

#alcohol #alcoholic #alcohilism