wu smokes weed for the first time(it doesnt go well)
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doodle based off this post
PLEASE ignore the woman in the corner she actually is not there
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Jude with the christmas tree bong
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I wrote an entire thing over something, so I'm just gonna simplify it. IDK what to tw this as, so just read w/ caution, ig.
Stop bashing drug users, if I see another non-drug addict say that I'm smoking for attention or to just be cool I might snap. I restarted vaping because of my depression, and now I'm addicted again.
Also, maybe it's because im p sure i have npd and aspd but I know I look cool and I don't care that I'm being a bad influence. Just leave me and other drug users the fuck alone. We aren't doing this shit for attention we're doing it to cope.
So many of you mother fuckers really are out here being supportive of people then IMMEDIATELY dip when it comes to addictions, sex, self harm, not being able to change your underwear or pad for weeks, not being able to shower for months, bottom of the barrel grasping for freedom romanticizing you're issues because you have no where else to go or to scared to do anything because the last time you brought it up you got faced with so much discrimination it was traumatizing, and don't get me on people hating on you and dipping when you say you don't wanna get better/clean. Like, where did the support go?
Why do you only support the idea of mental illness but not the fucking mental illness? I'm so sick of privilege, bro. It's 100x more harder for POC when it comes to this type of shit, too.
Sorry for this, I'm just- bleh right now.
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A piece for Sarah’s birthday.
Warning CW for drug usage, drug abuse, and child abuse. Proceed with caution.
Mentioned @wynterlanding
Sarah typically spent her weekends doing as she pleased rather than spending time with her ‘daughter’. Lana had learned to avoid her and do her own thing. She’d find a quiet craft to do in her room or slip out of the apartment and find something to do outside.
Today was different, however. It was Sarah’s birthday and with it being a Friday Sarah had the time off to sit back and relax. Indulge in whatever substances she pleased. Drugs were always a toy of choice for the woman. For the special occasion, she double-dipped into the booze as well. Sarah could go rough and bitchy sober on the best of days and being under the influence only made her actions worse. She also ate a specially prepared cake. That was sure to give a unique buzz.
Peeking from her bedroom with the door on a crack, Lana watched as Sarah stumbled around the house and made speaker phone calls to her favorite male associates. Lana didn’t like those men. They gave her the creeps, and she had no doubts they’d hit her just like Sarah if she said anything. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be over tonight. They were always so loud. They made Miss Sarah scream sometimes too. Why did Sarah invite over people like that? She was glad she didn't touch that cake. She was thinking about it but was scared Sarah would react poorly if she got caught.
The girl didn’t know what it was for sure that made Sarah so particularly mouthy or violent, although she did have a vague idea of the bad effects of drugs and alcohol as even at her age the school had given PAS classes on the abuse of such substances. Lana told herself to stay away from the crap, she didn’t want to end up like Sarah someday.
She also knew to stay as clear of Sarah as possible when she was like this. Nothing good could come of it. She should just stay in her room and lock the door. Even if locking it sometimes proved to anger Sarah more, Lana knew it was the only way to keep her at bay, But she didn’t have any other options tonight. It was getting late and she needed to make it to the linen closet to get clean sheets. She wet the bed last night and never changed them. She was hoping to throw them into the hamper when Sarah wasn’t home. Why did she wait?
She couldn’t wait any longer, she wouldn’t have a chance if Sarah’s friends came over. Taking a deep breath and gathering some courage she slipped out of her room and hoped not to get caught out in the hall. With any luck, she could get back to her room with fresh sheets and no new bruises.
Luck was not on her side. Lana froze when a voice boomed behind her. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm getting some fresh sheets."
"What you pissed the bed again?"
"..Y-yes... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wet-" The girl's apology was cut short when Sarah gripped onto her wrist, the broken one. Lana fell only adding to the tug of her injury. "Please! Please let go! You're hurting me!"
Her wrist was broken in late April when she fell on the school playground. She was on her second cast now. The first one was larger. Recently when she went to the doctor they took that cast off and placed a small cast on her. It had been a bad break and was taking longer to heal.
"Let go!" She repeated. It was really starting to hurt.
Sarah let go only to spin the girl around and strike her sharply on the back. A few whacks on the back were her usual form of punishment right next to spankings. Lana preferred to get hit on her upper back. At least then she could still sit when it was over. The child endured a few more whacks before Sarah pushed her away. "Now get back to your damn room, and I better now see you the rest of the night you hear me?"
But instead of turning in the direction of her room, Lana took off towards the front door and bolted out of the small apartment. She didn't have far to go before she stopped at a familiar refuge. A neighbor a few doors down and opposite from her place.
She had been told not to bang her fists against the door, that it was rude but the thought didn't cross her mind tonight as both tiny hands bang on the door with as much force as she could give. What time was it again? Nearly ten at night?
As soon as the door was opened, she didn't waste any time, not waiting to be questioned or invited in. She slipped inside, pushing between the door frame and the man.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I'm sorry." She cried and sobbed. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her head into his back. She was finally safe.
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This was the very time Rosalie Annalise Atlas also known as Atari to her best friend Eddie had ever done something as crazy as hallucinogens . She knew about some but not many but that was only because of Christopher, his usage in that area was well rounded unlike other things. However, right now. She was feeling relaxed, dazed but not confused only amazed in the outcome. She’s laying on her cool hardwood floor with Eddie right next to her. Her hands are placed on her chest as she feels the material of her shirt. Oddly, it’s like she can feel every piece of material that’s made out of. Including what the design is on her shirt. Her classic Atari shirt that she wore, her hands trace down to her thighs where she feels the velvet material of them. Rose giggles some, maybe a bit too loud as well; however she doubts Eddie cares.
Hazel hues with dilated pupils watch the ceiling turn in circles, her statistics vision keeps glitchy out as if it was a computer error but she tries to ignore it, the last thing she wants to do is overthink and caused a bad trip. Blinking, maybe a bit too slowly, she parts her lips to speak finally. ❝ Hey, Eddie... ❞ she says somewhat slowly, ❝ What are you thinking about? I feel like I hear you talking but I don’t know if I’m imaging it or not. ❞ For the pass, what felt like an hour, she could have sworn she heard him speak about something but she couldn’t tell what that something was; so just be sure she’s double checking. // @brokentoys plotted starter ♥
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Emotional Baggage: Senritsu Döne
* bold what applies. italicize things that only apply in other verses.
been cheated on | been bullied | had your heart broken | broken someone’s heart | told a horrible lie | been betrayed | been framed / set-up | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | cheated | bullied | been publicly humiliated | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital | put someone in the hospital | had a near - death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | been arrested | been homeless | been forced to commit a crime | died and come back to life | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | been forced to kill someone | had an attempt on your life | lost someone | loved someone | watched a loved one die | failed to save / help a loved one | felt helpless | watched your world die / disappear | had your life’s work stolen / destroyed | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured | been shot | been stabbed | been poisoned | been held prisoner | been trapped | been buried alive | been held hostage | held someone hostage | been stuck in a different world / universe / time | been slapped by a parent or higher up | been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you | had a panic attack | had night terrors | been in a car accident | lost your job | lost a fight | had sex with a stranger | been divorced | been abandoned | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | been manipulated | felt used | manipulated someone else | had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with | been taken over by a hostile force | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been forced to smile | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying | been in denial | been denied | faced your demons
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The amount of weed I am going to smoke the moment I get better is going to be disgusting
For context I have been sick since the end of November
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People who use drugs deserve love and kindness.
Abstinence is not the only form of recovery. AA/NA doesn’t work for everyone. Sometimes people choose to use instead of meeting other needs, which is valid. Some people use for recreational purposes. Some people use for medicinal purposes. Some people who use have substance abuse disorder. Treatment looks different for everyone. Not everyone needs or wants treatment, for various reasons. The only thing Naloxone enables is breathing. Active use is not shameful. People who use drugs often also deal drugs. People in recovery should not shame active users. Active users deserve love. Active users deserve someone to check in on them, get them safer use supplies, and get them pizza. Active users deserve to be listened to. They deserve better than to have that be the first time anyone ever treated them as human since they began using.
Let’s care for each other.
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Instead of applying for new jobs after being made redundant I’m gonna tell u all about bee’s issues with caregiver figures !! YAYY !!
tws in tags
HER MOTHER
bee really loves her mother . and her mother really loves her , too , she just couldn’t do it in the end . it’s not something bee blames her for . they write to each other a lot .
her mother did try for a fair while . she had postpartum depression and ended up resorting to addictive substances to cope . this lasted for years , and bee’s grandmother would often find her neglected as a child . bee learned how to occupy herself , but looked up to her mother so much that she would go out of her way to make her better or distract her so she could ‘ smile again ’ .
bee’s mum was so ashamed of herself and for putting her emotional health onto her daughter that it manifested into no longer wanting to see her , as she believed she made her worse .
all of this kicked off bee’s insane abandonment issues , as from her point of view she believed that she just wasn’t good enough to make her mother better . she , from then on , would attach to people too immediately and work as hard as she can to keep them there , as she’s terrified of not being enough for them . eventually , her insecurities and need to please people would be too overwhelming for the other person and they would detach , continuing the cycle once more .
HER GRANDMOTHER
bee’s grandma was a sweet old woman - she used to look after bee when her mother couldn’t . her grandma would reassure bee that her mother really did love her , and tell her to be patient with her as she’s still a good person inside . bee still holds these morals to this day , and her grandmother has been one of the better caregiver figures in her life so far .
unfortunately , bee’s grandmother became too frail to look after her anymore . she was the one who got the social services involved , as she knew she wouldn’t be able to provide for much longer . she passed away while bee was staying with her father .
HER FATHER
when bee came over to live with her father a couple of months after going into the foster system , she was under the impression that he wanted to build a relationship with her , but she was a bit skeptical . he did , in fact , want to - and he was a lot different to her mother , a lot stricter , and he focused a lot on her grades .
naturally , with her damaged childhood and her developing abandonment issues , she was an unhappy pre/teenager who was lonely and hated school . and she did like learning , so her grades were good , but she didn’t like the people .
so , when clarissa started to be nice to her , she took everything she could get . and when she started getting her to ditch classes to go and make out on the roof above her apartment , bee’s grades started slipping . clarissa never told anyone about their relationship , and bee started to get insecure about it , even though she knew why . but she was sure her father would understand - and when he was called into school to talk about bee’s absences , he was so angry that it all came out of bee in fear .
but he didn’t understand - and he immediately put her back into care , saying that she was a bad kid and that he couldn’t cope with her .
so , bee thinks she’s a bad egg . and she still struggles with her bisexuality . she uses it as a sort of test when she’s friends with someone - if they can accept her , she can fully trust them . ( it is the 80s after all )
HER AUNT
aunt jodie is who she lives with at the moment . she was contacted by the foster system as a potential guardian and she accepted because of the benefits . she’s chill - but she’s still a child herself . she has a full time job and is out travelling at the weekends - she’s only 26 and does not have capacity to look after a teenager who is just about to become an adult .
jodie’s holding out until bee leaves hs , but she’s gonna ask her to pay rent and they’ll be like actual roommates then . until then , she’s basically like a zany friend who bee sometimes sees around the house .
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he says “bill i believe this is killing me” as a smile ran away from his face
-piano man, billy joel
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whatever it takes to fit in am I right?
... so there's this fic im writing
DONT HATE ME BUT I really want to explore mutant mayhem Raph's high school experience, because no; high school is not as accepting as the movie depicted it to be.
I do not support/condone underage drug use, if you are struggling please get help <3
Mutant Mayhem Casey Jones design for my fic -> here
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regretevator stuf
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I’ve been getting more and more attached to Jason’s character so please indulge me. I will be having to section these off cause I’m gonna be talking about two pieces of media </3
Titans
I’m watching season three of Titans right now and, it’s a wonder. There’s a few aspects that bother me but overall I’m in love so far.
The season makes a bold choice by literally opening on Jason- a hero- doing drugs. Sure in season two it mentions Hank doing drugs because of Hawk and it does show him in the act of snorting a substance, but the difference is, he’s an adult. Hank is a thirty something year old man who has probably most likely killed people, Jason isn’t.
Yes, Jason is violent. Yes, he did assault police officers, but he never killed anyone. Jason may legally be an adult but he still acts like a teenager because he is one. He’s a traumatized teen having to deal with the fact that he’s repressing so much from everyone he loves. He never gets an outlet to discuss what’s happened to him with people he trusts.
A great example of this is when he’s about to jump off the the Titans tower in season two. He tries talking to Dick, he says how he feels and he try’s expressing himself, he tries so hard to get his brother figure to understand what he’s going through. What does Dick do? He flips it around and unintentionally makes it about himself.
The closest we get to him actually opening up is when he starts trusting Rose, telling her about his upbringing and starting to get comfortable with her, comfortable loving her. Then she reveals that she only met him because she was trying to manipulate him.
The impact of him turning to drugs hits so much harder. He’s just scared, he turns to anything he can to help. It’s so much deeper when it’s shown that the drug he takes isn’t heroine or coke or anything like that. It’s a drug that stops fear.
He literally felt so weak that he took drugs to repress his emotions to the point where he felt nothing, he felt nothing and thought he was better because of it. There’s no doubt that at this point in the story he’s addicted. Jason started using before he died and the madman who gave him the drugs started using them to manipulate him. I’m really interested in where the story is gonna go with it, I really hope it actually dives into withdrawal and how Jason would cope with everything going on around him without the help of drugs.
Comics/Animation
Overall with every piece of media I see regarding Jason and the batfam, it never really manages to depict Bruce and Jason’s relationship accurately, one of the good ones was that single episode of Titans. (in my opinion).
Me personally, I see Bruce and Jason’s relationship in a very complicated light.
When he first gets adopted, Jason views Bruce as a nurturing figure. He sees him like every child sees their parents, perfect. It’s like he can do no wrong. He’s Batman! And he made Jason Robin! It’s a perfect opportunity, he was being helped, he finally had a dad, one that loved him.
Before Jason died, he still very much idolized Bruce but not to the point of thinking he was perfect. He knew Bruce wasn’t perfect, he just couldn’t bring himself to actually say it. Jason couldn’t face the fact that Batman didn’t need a Robin, he didn’t accept that he could still be Bruce’s son without being Robin.
After he died and came back, there was resentment. He hated Bruce, despised him with every fiber of his being. Depending on what canon you’re watching/reading, there’s different reasons for why. Either Jason is mad that Bruce took Robin away from him before he died, effectively taking away his only coping mechanism, therefore resulting in his death. Or, he hates Bruce for not killing Joker. His father didn’t avenge him, he could care less about Batman having an obligation to avenge Robin as his sidekick—fuck Robin. He cares that Bruce, as a father, didn’t kill the Joker to avenge his son. He let his sons killer roam free, putting the psycho in Arkham won’t do anything. Or or, he holds resentment that Bruce couldn’t save him. He couldn’t save his sidekick, his son, his Robin. He failed.
No matter what happens between the duo, Jason always holds self loathing in his heart because of Bruce.
Across all forms of media, he always develops the thought that Bruce hates him. He always thinks that he’s the ‘least favorite/most hated child’ even though it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Bruce loves him, Jason is undoubtedly the favorite child.
(Sneaking a Titans reference in here—) The fact of Bruce caring for Jason more than his other children, (cough cough DICK) is solidified when he takes the Robin mantle away from Jason. He’s trying to protect his son in a way he thinks is best. He saw and heard what being Robin did to Dick, he doesn’t want to put Jason through that. Even the line where Bruce says “I don’t want to make the same mistakes.” Jason perceives it as Bruce calling him a mistake. He lashes out and gets angry because he thinks that he’s being called a mistake. It’s not true, the sentence itself with the context of the episode and the episode before show that it’s not true. Bruce is calling Dick his mistake, not Jason.
Throughout everything, Jason sees anything negative that Bruce says or does as a direct attack on him, when he’s the only one Bruce actually tried to parent. Dick was treated like a weapon. Jason, as a child.
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morpho butterfly / puke girl
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