#Recovering Addiction

[seaglassdinosaur]

Something about how Haymitch continues to drink. That he never ‘fully’ recovers, even though there are plenty of opportunities through and after the series when his access to alcohol is cut off. Something about him perhaps seeing the act as pointless because the damage to his body has been done, but being content with the time he has left.

Something about Haymitch being able to care about people again; allowing himself to care about Katniss and Peeta and not having to fear losing them or anyone else ever again. That he finds a hobby, a constructive and meaningful way to spend his time that not only reminds him of Lenore Dove, but was prompted by the people he has around him. That he finally feels safe enough to open up about and remember everyone who was taken over the years. That he’s able to heal some through this.

Something about how Haymitch’s pain doesn’t go away, but he’s able to find peace with it through these practices and people, and is able to forgive himself and feel forgiven by those he lost.

[mutantjellybeans]

just a little note for the mcu thunderbolts fans out there: if you’re writing a character who is a recovering drug addict they probably wouldn’t drink alcohol

[jonathancranesmalewife]

In some Addicts recovery programs they have chips and chip ceremonies, A “Coin Out” ceremony is a symbolic event that marks an individual’s progress and achievements in their journey toward sobriety. The ceremony typically involves the presentation of a sobriety coin or medallion, symbolizing the duration of time the individual has remained abstinent from substances and I am just thinking of Roy Harper going to others celebrations seeing their friends and families show up for them knowing how lonely it’ll be for his. Roy doesn’t have anyone he could imagine would show up- he has Lian of course and she’ll be there for him of course but Roy still felt a longing sense of family that he just doesn’t have.

Sure he has friends, tons of them- but what if he invited them and they didn’t show? What if it was too awkward for them. He doesn’t put much effort into thinking about until the date starts slowly approaching. Killer Croc keeps urging him to invite people and make sure his friends save the date.

Roy does try to think of people to invite but can’t think of why people would try to sit in a shitty little room that somehow always smelled faintly like hotdogs and watch him get a chip and eat store bought cupcakes and cookies and drink really watered down fruit punch.

He attempts though, he has several drafted texts to Dick and Wally as they are the few friends he knew would even entertain the idea of going but still he felt guilty about asking them to waste their time.

Thinking things would be easier with asking Jason was a lie, he and Jason were close- hell that was his best friend but there was an unspoken agreement that really only Roy followed not to talk about his life. Again only Roy followed this because most of their hang outs was Jason complaining about his family.

Roy had spoken to them often actually, Roy and Lian were often dinner guests at the Wayne manor. It started with Jason being frustrated that all of his siblings brought people and he was always left out, so Roy showed up out of the blue with Lian on his hip, he brought a cookies for dessert, they weren’t good cookies most had too much icing or not enough- Lians decorating skills needed work. After sitting through the first dinner Roy understood why Jason would hate it not having someone there, he enjoyed the dinner though. Lian loved Alfred’s cooking and she made sure to tell everyone that, Jason seemed to be more enjoy Roy next to him. Roy enjoyed hearing about Dick and Jason growing up and all the mischief they got into. Jason invited him to the Wayne family dinners ever since. He enjoyed being close Jason and subsequently being close with the whole Wayne family. Dick and him already close from their younger years, He and Alfred bonded over baking, Bruce and him spent hours talking about child rearing, Tim and Roy often discussed about their leather jacket wearing best friends that were totally just their best friends and nothing more, Cass and him enjoyed listening to niche music together, Steph and him would text about pranks and other forms of playfully harassment, He and Duke would watch Quentin Tarantino movies together, Damian and him- well they weren’t so much close as Damian hadn’t tried to kill him yet. Roy had remembered a conversation that ended in Damian’s locking eyes with Jason and must muttering the words. ‘He is acceptable.’ Before walking off.

However just cause he was close with them doesn’t mean he knew how to ask them all to waste their Friday night on him. He tried to ask! He really did, he walked into Bruce’s office to ask but he wasn’t there. He called Jason to ask but Jason was on a tangent about what Bruce did to upset him that week. He had went to Dick and Wally’s apartment to ask however as soon as they saw Lian they were went straight into their favorite uncle personas and then it felt awkward to bring up.

The day rolled around and he sat in a chair behind the podium as Waylon spoke about how proud of the next chip receiver he was. Waylon always talked him up and spoke highly of Roy.

Roy looked up towards the crowd and saw his little girl sitting front and center surrounded by empty seats.

Lian saw Roy look her way and she gave the biggest smile and waved excitedly. Her smile warmed his heart, she had just lost one of her front teeth earlier on in the week. Her dress was once she specifically picked out for this. His little girl demanded that this was a special occasion and that special occasions required special outfits. The polka dotted red and yellow dress Roy thought was gaudy however his little girl looked so proud to be wearing it for her dads big moment.

He waved back to his daughter and smiled. At least he could count on her to be there.

Roy’s name got called and he stood up walking towards Waylon to receive his chip giving an awkward smile and wave to the crowd. Before he made it to the podium the front doors bursted open and in tumbled about eight bats, one speedster and a butler, all in nice outfits and all out of breath.

Everyone in the room stared at the clump of people standing up and dusting themselves off. Roy heard some whispers and others asking their peers whose family the group belonged to.

Lian quickly answered their questions by loudly exclaiming, ‘Daddy look all your friends came for your chip ceremony! Look!’

As if Roy wasn’t stood in front of everyone with a mixture of shock and disbelief written all over his face. Now everyone’s eyes moved from the group to Roy Harper. Great. Awesome.

Dick was the first one to speak and apologized for being late claiming traffic before grabbing Wally’s arm and sitting next to Lian. The others muttered in some sort of agreement and followed Dick.

Waylon looked at Roy and smiled, the ceremony continued on and Roy got his chip giving everyone a little wave and a shy thanks.

The front row exploded in claps and whooping as he got it. Roy felt his face go as red as his hair. It did feel nice though to have people cheering him on for a change.

Waylon put a hand on Roy’s shoulder expressing how proud of him he was for inviting them. Roy would’ve gladly taken the praise if he actually did invite them but he didn’t.

As soon as the ceremony was over Roy stepped off the stage and got rushed with congratulations and apologies for being late. Lian hugs him tightly and squealed in his ear about how cool it was to see him on stage. He had received a hug from Dick spinning him around telling him they should go out and celebrate later that night. Steph pinched his cheeks and Steph scolded him for not telling them and Duke slapped his back exclaiming how proud of him he was . Cas just patted his head and gave him a thumbs up. Bruce had patted his shoulder awkwardly exclaiming that next time they have a family dinner he will ask Alfred to cook Roy’s favorite dish to celebrate. Alfred handed him a small tin of snickerdoodle cookies saying he recalled Roy mentioning that they were his favorite once, they were Roy’s favorite. Wally congratulated him with a headlock and noogie telling not to hide this stuff from them again. Damian shook his Roys hand telling him it was a great achievement and he should be proud.

Roy blinked confused looking up at one out of the two people left to congratulate him. Tim smirked and shook his head at him, “Youd have to know we’d find out and show up. You’re part of the family now. Your business is our business now.” Tim patted Roy on the chest as he past him.’Good luck with him though, he’s still kind of pissed you kept it a secret.’

Roy looked forward at his best friend whose brows were furrowed and his mouth wore a tight frown, he wore his leather jacket but a black button up under it. Roy guessed this was Jasons dressing up attire. Jason shoved something toward him and looked away a soft red dusting on his face.

Flowers? Jason Todd was giving him flowers? For what?

Roy blinked and looked towards him and took the flowers.”You uh..you got me flowers?” He asks him and then was handed an card with trucks on it.”Oh and a card.”

‘Happy 3rd birthday nephew!’ The outside of the card read.

Jason nodded curtly.”Well there isn’t a card that said congratulations on your sobriety, trust me I looked..” he says.”The card is from all of us and the flowers are just..from me. I didn’t know what to get you and I didn’t want to overdo it or underdo it I guess..

There was an uncomfortable silence.

Jason shifted awkwardly.”We all signed the card but I think Bruce put like eight hundred dollars in there which I told him not to do because I know you don’t like that shit but he doesn’t listen-“

His hand grabbed Jasons to stop the man from rambling. Roy looked at his best friend, Jasons eyebrows still were furrowed and Roy knew this was out of Jason’s comfort zone, being emotionally vulnerable and having to outwardly show his affection.

“Jason it’s fine, thank you for the flowers and the card..thank you for showing up..” he says pulling him into a hug.

Roy felt Jason’s arms wrap around him and Jason’s chin rest on Roy’s shoulder with a deep sigh of relief. Roy stayed hugging him for a moment taking it all in. His best friend sacrificing his comfort to support him? The whole family showing up for him.

“I can not believe you didn’t tell a single person- I mean you’d think us being friends or whatever you want to call it for five years you’d tell me!” Jason scolded him still in the hug.”I had to hear from stupid ass Dick of all people who heard it from Lian. I mean come on Roy, you at least could’ve told me…”

A shaky breath left Roy’s mouth as he pulled away with tears in his eyes, he was happy. He was happy he wasn’t alone anymore- he had this big family that showed up for him.

“Holy shit I made you cry, look we can leave-“ Jason starts to ramble before Roy shut him up with laugh.

“No no I’m just- I’ve never had people care enough to show up. Thank you for coming. Seriously all of you.” He looks at Jason and cupped his cheek and kissed his lips softly.

Jason didn’t react for a moment then held Roy’s face melting into the kiss. He pulled away blushing.”Well you’re important to us- most importantly to me..so of course we’d show up for you.”

Roy nodded grins kissing his nose.”I know that now Jaybird..”

Roy sat with everyone eating shitty store bought cookies and drinking watered down fruit punch as he talked and laughed with them. His best friends arms wrapped around him in a way that was definitely more than you should do with your best friend but..tonight wasn’t about figuring out his and Jason’s relationship it was about him getting his chip and everyone supporting him..

HI HI!! I wrote this and so sad! Apologies if it’s not worded correctly 🧡🧡

[figuringthengsout]

Do you think Allison ever sees Seth in Aaron?

[starry-bi-sky]

"Stillborn? No, no, still born." -- DPXDC AU

Based off a comment I saw where Bruce knew about Talia's pregnancy in the earlier comivs, and was ecstatic to be a father. So much so that Talia feared he'd give up being Batman for it, so when she gave birth she put the baby (Damian) on a doorstep and (seemingly) told Bruce that the baby was stillborn.

Instead of Damian, that baby was Danny! Meet Daniel Brown, the 14 year old foster kid whose been living with the Fenton family for the last two years. He's about two years older than Damian.

His last name, "Brown", was a generic surname given to him because the note he came with didn't have one on it. It just had the name "Danyal" on it, but albeit 'Daniel' was the one that had been put into the system for, I'll be totally frank here, racism reasons.

(I looked it up to make sure, and it's generally not permissible for foster parents to change the names of their foster kids even if it's a permanent residency, and for that reason Danny doesn't have the last name "Fenton".)

Danny's got ✨~issues!~✨ He's been through a handful of homes growing up, most of them terrible for a variety of reasons. Which has, as a result, left lasting scars. He's generally a very sweet kid, just very distrustful and jumpy. He's got the signs of a kid suffering from PTSD, and a handful of other issues including attachment and insomnia. His inferiority complex could rival Damian's, and that's going to make for an interesting mutual hatred for when they finally meet.

(something I'll get into later)

He still has the blanket he was found in. It's made of a very high quality material and is a beautiful emerald green with little golden thread accents, it's high quality as a result has Danny clinging onto a desperate hope that his bio family might be out there, and the only reason they gave him up was because of some outside factor. It's been taken a few times in old foster homes, and he's flipped out each time.

While he still calls Jack and Maddie by their names, he likes them well enough. The bar isn't that high though, and while they're some of the better foster parents he's had, "better" doesn't equal "safest". Their laboratory malpractice. Basically, C- Fenton Parents. They're negligent by virtue of being engrossed in their work, but they do care equally about Jazz and Danny. So he doesn't hold it against them that much.

He kinda prefers it that way, their loud affection is overwhelming and Danny doesn't know what to do with their attention, even if he craves it. It's a bit of a complicated situation.

They took in Danny because they genuinely wanted another child, but didn't want a big age gap between them and Jazz. It was actually Jack's idea to foster, and they discussed it with Jazz beforehand. She was all for the idea. Thus, a handful of weeks later, a ton of paperwork, and inspection later, and Daniel Brown entered their household with a trash bag in one hand and eyes like shards of stained glass.

His relationship with Jazz is kinda strained, but that's by virtue of her constant psychoanalyzing and helicoptering. Like with the parents, Danny's overwhelmed by the attention and also just, straight up doesn't like the fact that she's telling him that there's something wrong with him. He knows that, thank you. He pushes her away when she does this.

Other than that though? When Jazz isn't smothering him and is acting like an actual sibling and not a third parent, they're pretty close, and Danny really likes her. They've hung out a few times on their own volition, and Jazz showed him how to take better care of his long hair.

His school situation,, pretty similar to canon with the bullying, albeit with a few more instances of him blowing a fuse and lashing out against his attackers. He's a rather angry kid, but it's quiet. It builds up, piles on top of itself, until eventually, like a volcano, it erupts and burns everyone within radius.

Danny's got a fire core, not an ice core. Phantom's hair is made of white magma; thick and heavy, setting itself on fire when his anger runs hot. When he gets angry, his skin begins to char and split open to reveal pulsating lava underneath, and he crackles and pops like a raging forest fire.

I haven't decided yet on how he meets the batfam -- i've got two ideas but they're both in opposition to each other, and drastically alter how the rest of the plot goes. But I do know that him and Damian hate each other in the beginning. And it has nothing to do with inheritance or "being the blood son" -- although their blood relation absolutely plays the major role in their disdain for each other.

Simply put, they're jealous of each other for the same thing: thinking that the other was wanted.

Damian hates Danny because, unlike Damian, Bruce knew about Danny since conception and wanted him from the moment he heard about him. He had a whole nursery set up, and still does. He never took it down -- just locked the door. Damian was thrust upon Bruce without warning, and he feels like he forced himself into the family. And while on some level Damian knows and understands that Bruce wants him and loves him as much as his other children, that doubt and feeling of inferiority still remains. He looks at Danny and sees him with what Damian always feels he needs reaffirmed.

Meanwhile, Danny hates Damian because he looks at him and sees him with everything Danny's ever wanted. He hates him because Damian grew up knowing both of their parents, with one of them for most of his life, and then moved over to the other. There was never a moment where Damian was (seemingly) left to doubt his place within the family. Damian was raised with the very same woman who left Danny on a doorstep, with no clue to his identity beyond a little green blanket and a note with only a first name. Damian was wanted everywhere, and Danny was wanted nowhere. Damian is Danny's replacement in his eyes.

(It's the little revelation that Damian grew up with their mother that elevates Danny from being quietly envious of Damian to downright despising him. What did Damian do, that Danny didn't? He could live with Damian living with Bruce -- Bruce didn't know Danny was even alive. But him living with their mom? Are you fucking kidding him?)

Damian never outright attacks Danny physically, but it's not like he hides that he didn't like Danny. Meanwhile, Danny, in all his repressive anger, quietly despised him from a distance until finally one wrong snide side-comment has him blowing up and it becomes a screaming match. They're both just enough similar to each other that when they look at each other they really just see a mirror.

They'll work it out together, eventually. But it'll be ugly and cruel and explosive, and they'll start mending the bridge to become brothers in more than just blood relation in the end.

But yeah, stillborn Danny has... a lot going for him.

[cicada-heart]

somewhere in south georgia III

august 2016

this was such a strange, heady summer and i think of it often

(I, II, IV)

[textsfromthetva]

I did it, babes 😇

[summersdale]

The Bachelors of the Sea English subs - One of the many bangers from Botnia Paradise! 🌊🚢

[thepastneverforgets]

bob pulling john to the side away from the rest of the group post-post-credit scene and telling him that 'yes, yes he can ride bob, if he wants to' 😊🙏

[paroroland]

OHH MY GOD RIBBUN CANON

[shortbreadly]

i can’t do this again.

[gbirrd]

6/9 - Jason Todd tarot card designs for Complete Candor by @vexfulfolly as part of the @batfam-big-bang

Read the fic here!

Other cards:

1-Babs 2-Cass 3-Bruce 4-Tim 5-Damian 6-Jason 7-Duke 8-Steph 9-Dick

Image IDs

Image 1:

A design of "The Devil" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE DEVIL". A symbol of a gravestone is visible behind the numeral "XV".

A young Jason Todd in his Robin uniform tugs at a thick chain around his neck that comes down from the top of the frame. Matching shackles are around his wrists and he is buried up to his waist in dirt. His head is tilted up towards the chain. There is blood on his hands, arms, chest, and dripping down the right side of his face as well as from his nose.

Image 2:

A design of "The Devil" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE DEVIL" upside-down. A symbol of a flame is visible behind the numeral "XV".

Jason Todd faces forward, filling most of the frame. He is in his Red Hood uniform and has narrowed pupil-less white eyes. He is holding the end of a thick chain in his right fist. Flames fill the background and bathe him in an orange light. The entire card is upside-down.

[gayorphans]

Every time people joke about Buck being a 'sex addict,' I lose a few years off my lifespan. I genuinely believe he was struggling , that he used sex as a coping mechanism. You could even call it a form of self-harm. Because no matter how much of a 'hoe' someone might be, you don’t risk the job that you’ve seen as your salvation time and time again… unless something deeper is going on.

And nobody talks about the shame. When he was getting ready to have something real with Abby, he was ashamed of who he used to be. He was scared that he’d always be that version of himself. And that fear is what being an addict really feels like.

[curtain-cobain]

Is there a copycat 1995 fandom. I remember watching it like 2 years ago and I went crazy for it for like a day and then forgot about it. I NEED a 100k word slowburn fanfic about these two

[grhmwtts]

lately,

i’ve been trying to hold space for the harsh realities—the limitations, regulations—i must impose on myself. i spent the past decade unlearning what my church had taught me to be definitively “good” or definitively “bad” and, in such, unleashed a brutal and intoxicating world onto my feeble, pastel body. in said liberation was a newfound understanding that there is no place for objectivity in regards to the good, the bad—but there is, and must be, subjectivity to the good, to the bad. i soon thereafter considered myself a hedonist, indulging in the endless search for pleasure with a fixation on the pursuit of a higher fix each time, because i had believed that since i had the capacity, the ability to do all things then i must do all things. i suppose, herein i shall introduce emotional intelligence, making its entrance in stride, arm-locked, with a sense of identity. somewhere, in the place where their skin meets, warm by their intertwining arms, resides desire—futile, pulsating—escaping. this is where i find myself now: captivated by their entrance, rotten as intrusive thoughts darken the stained glass windows of the church of my mind. what ceremony is this—i dare not ask. but i am keen, and i am ruined, like never before. my veins rupture, an aneurysm of a divinity, where the “good” and the “bad” seek to tear apart each ligament of mine. in these spaces between possibility is the understanding that anything can reside within it, for the specifics do not dictate the general picture—the microaggressions do not typically overtake the one’s impression of character—but certain matter does make a knee capable of bending or in need of replacement. as such, it is within our own genetic, emotional, makeup which suggests what matter might be best for our personal functionality, ease of existence. and only, through the desire brought by contact of emotional intelligence and a sense of identity, their two independent entities and the room that is this church that is this world, that this life of a mind, do we begin to understand how exactly to piece together this body, this world, this life of self. in this process, i find myself. in this process, i find myself questioning my individuality, examining it through a lens and finding in what ways it differs to that of the general understanding, the inundation of mass media. but only in the quietude can i find myself. so i hold space for the harsh realities—the understandings crippling my adolescent-views of self, world. and i allow myself to accept—radically, theatrically, screeching in beauty and terror—that what is “good” for me is good for me, what is “bad” for me is bad for me, and neither of these standards decree a general “good” or a general “bad”. they instead eradicate judgement, eradicate fear, and invite empathy and honor to each outlook. i, still worry-minded and adolescent-angsted, wish to know how good/bad works for other people, hope that i am not the only one to feel so alienated by the way the world apparently works. but in the most minute senses: i must think of these guideposts as allergies. varying in intensity from discomfort to death, i must know the risks and remedies. i must accept that my body, my brain, might not take to 0T7 very well. even if 0T7 is commonly revered, i must instead respect my own limitations, and see them for what they are: understandings which enable me to find my own ease of existence, embrace my personal functionality at its best. it’s a long, hard-fought battle to recognize one’s own capacities and shortcomings. tis an arduous process, what most call life. and i am thankful to recognize that these specifics contribute to what makes me me, similar to the atoms, to my genetics, a glorious collision suggesting life, i get to embrace my own harsh realities. for the world is vast and we can lose ourselves within it. the self is vast and we can find our world within it.