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ataraxixx · 1 year
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wu smokes weed for the first time(it doesnt go well)
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hexational · 2 months
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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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nekofaust · 1 year
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Jude with the christmas tree bong
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chaoticgenders · 2 years
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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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anderson-residence · 2 years
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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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dandeliicnsarchived · 2 years
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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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hunting-songs · 14 days
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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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evamarth · 1 year
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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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chronicallycouchbound · 9 months
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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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ebullienced-a · 2 years
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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 !!   
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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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mj-thrush-gxn · 8 months
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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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scarylarry376 · 3 months
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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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mitskicoded · 2 months
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on addiction
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1) shame by mitski 2) me 3) crack rock by frank ocean
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kittehburger · 2 months
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regretevator stuf
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sleepingontheclouds · 13 days
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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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bubblebaath · 1 year
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morpho butterfly / puke girl
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