#Drug dose

[opalsiren]

when your doctor tells you to take more medication you know won't work and come back again in three months

[mintaikk]

I know DAMN well that the Venom Movie is NOT getting me into body horror romance-

[spencerception]

he is a 10 but he drugs his best friend when he is being annoying

[ley-med]

When I quickly look up the dosing of a medication and all the internet would tell me is "consult your doctor" like yes yes I AM THE DOCTOR now help me

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

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Super excited for todays snippet share. Not only is it from NFL Buck, but I have finally got to work on one of the best scenes from the show itself. Dosed! So I present to you, LSD Eddie (and Ravi!) Enjoy!

The pollen is just so pretty. Glimmering in the beams of sunlight and making beautiful dance moves. Eddie knows how to dance.  He’s tried teaching Buck a few times, but for a man who’s footwork is so flawless on the field, he has two left feet when it comes to moving them to a beat. Eddie doesn’t care though. He loves to dance with Buck because he smiles so big and bright and oh, he laughs so loud that it vibrates Eddie’s entire being. He wishes he could dance with Buck now, show him how the pollen moves and see his boyfriend glimmer among it. Tears burn in the corner of Eddie’s eyes and for what seems like the 100th time today, he rubs at them. “Man allergies are going crazy today.” Eddie lies because he can’t tell the others he’s crying over his secret boyfriend. “Yea you too huh?” Ravi remarks next to him. Okay, now Eddie thinks it may be allergies and not the thought of his too beautiful Buck. “The index wasn’t elevated this morning.” Probie relays, “Think it’s a new kind?” “New kind of what?” Eddie is really confused now. “Pollen.” Ravi responds. Can Ravi see the pollen too? Oh god, can he read Eddie’s mind?! He looks away from the younger firefighter and at his hands, hoping it would keep the kid out of his inner thoughts. Whoa, now the pollen is weaving its way between his fingers, making them tingle. “A new kind of pollen?” Chimney questions from across them. “You’re not feeling this Chim?” How could he not? It is everywhere, seeping into every pore of his skin. Eddie peeks at Ravi, whose eyes are drifting around the truck cabin.  Ravi can see it, Eddie isn’t alone. Chimney gives him an odd look, “No I do not.” He answers. Eddie looks out the window, sees more glittering puffs twirling in the wind, “I can see the pollen.” “I can hear it.” Ravi comments. And oh! That’s what that sound is! The pollen sounds just like Christopher and Buck’s laughter. It’s wonderful.

Hehehe. I am having so much fun writing this, especially since I have the dosed clip pretty much on repeat. Anywho, hope you all enjoyed! Everything NFL Buck can be found here.

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[my-dark-lord]

For Hc requests was wondering if you would do PolyVees but Vox and Valentino doing stuff to make sure people don’t fuck with their girlfriend when she first arrived in hell and was still getting the hang of things?

Headcanon Requests OPEN

Of course, Nonny! I love doing polyvees stuff!

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When Velvette first arrived in Hell, she fell literally right in front of Vox and Val as they were out on a walk. Valentino picked her up almost instantly and they took her home. He helped give her her name, alongside Vox, who decided she needed a V, too.

While she was making a name for herself, Vox would boost all of her social media posts. If someone gave her shit, he and Val both would troll them. Vox has doxxed people and got them fired, and Val has shot people for less.

Valentino had a habit of taking Vel to his clubs and things, and he definitely didn't let anyone fuck with her. She got drugged one time and he put so many bullets in the guy that he emptied Moneyshot's chambers four times.

If Velvette is bought a drink while they are out, Valentino always tries it first to make sure it isn't drugged. If it is, he makes a big deal out of it and then kills the person later.

Vox lets her dress him up sometimes and he has fried people and detonated their phones for making fun of either of them.

They bonded almost instantly and Vox and Val both don't take kindly to people assuming Velvette isn't powerful enough to be an Overlord on her own. They have let her demonstrate her own cruelty on quite a few people they captured for her to do as much to. They live stream it and Vox puts it on every screen in the Pentagram.

[helltechnicality]

@catfcng + ask

" look at it. it is perfectly formed. and very smooth. " in his palm is not a boulder but a small pebble he has picked up from outside. a dreamy expression rests unusually on his features as he admires his little prize. taking a step he stumbles a little and catches himself on the cat king. " whoops. "

[zmediaoutlet]

They’re loud enough coming into the motel room that Sam would feel bad for the neighbors, if this weren’t a total dirtbag no-tell. $39 a night and worth every grimy penny. Dean’s still telling him about the plot of Metalstorm. At volume.

“Dude, and then Hurok—I told you about his backstory, right? With the Two-Eyed Queen?”

“Maybe,” Sam says, dropping to the nearer bed. “I think I lost the will to live somewhere around the killer shrapnel tornadoes.”

A raspberry. Dean stows the six-pack they bought on the way back from the bar in the mini-fridge and pulls out two bottles. “Telling you, no appreciation,” he says, but he’s not pissed. He’s grinning at Sam, weirdly cheery like he’s been all day.

“What’s with you,” Sam says, accepting his beer. Dean cracks it for him with the ring, plops down on the other bed. His boots stretched out around Sam’s legs. “You’re like—a kid cracked out on birthday candy.”

“Hey, this is a good day, man,” Dean says, expansive. He waves a hand, vaguely encompassing the dingy room and Hollywood and the whole world, possibly. “Got to go to a legit movie set, met two movie stars, and the case isn’t even really a case, which means no dead guy, which means no digging up a grave, which means: we got the night off, hombre.”

He says it with the h. “Pretty sure Gerard St. James doesn’t count as a movie star,” Sam says, but it’s hard not to smile back at Dean when he’s being—ebullient, practically.

Dean grins, knows he won. “You’re not ruining this for me,” he says, pointing at Sam. Then—it’s strange, how quick—his grin dips, turns. His lower lip bitten, lopsided. “I know you wanted a—a distraction, or whatever. We can find another job. Here or we could go south maybe. TJ?” His eyebrows pop. “Could get a show.”

“Spare me,” Sam says. Dean leans forward, looking all over Sam’s face, which heats. God, Dean. So annoying Sam could kill him, but also… “Thought you wanted to go to the Hard Rock Cafe, anyway.”

A second, two. Dean finishes examining his aura or something and then his grin gets dirtier, which is impressive because Sam thought he’d found a new depth before. “Hey, we can get hard as a rock right here,” he says, and Sam rolls his eyes, says, “That doesn’t actually—work,” and Dean surges forward not fast but inevitable as plate tectonics, pushes Sam down to his back on the bed, crawls up with his knees on either side of Sam’s hips, makes Sam hold his beer wide and to the side so it doesn’t spill, grins down into Sam’s face. Purely—glad.

“Does too,” Dean says, the dingy light riming him like a halo. Sam has no idea what he’s responding to but so what. Dean takes a swallow of his beer, throat bobbing, and then takes Sam’s out of his hand so they clink together, reaches down and sets them on the carpet. Leaves Sam free to grab his hips, his waist. Familiarity of what feels like his whole life taking over. This unseating at the back of the brain, like being drunk, except he only had two at the bar and it’s really just the wild spinning reality of—being Dean’s brother. What that means, when they’re together, and things are good.

But—“I don’t need a distraction,” Sam says, sliding his hand up Dean’s stomach. No hair, just the soft warm give of his skin. Options flickering in his gut, knowing how the night’s going to go, but he wants to be sure. That Dean knows, that it’s not—

But Dean knows. Sam can’t trust that Dean knows every swirling doubt in him, especially in these days of strange terror, but on this, with this, Dean might as well be in MENSA. “Good,” Dean says, warm. He gets his hand between them on Sam’s crotch, on where he’s swelling up the denim. Sam’s hips flinch, curving up. A crooked smile, and then his tongue touching the point of his tooth. All the blood in Sam’s brain drains abruptly to where it’s needed. Dean leans down, close, so Sam can smell his beer-breath and his skin. Salt. Sam’s mouth waters and Dean looks between his eyes. Making it easy. “Wouldn’t want you distracted.”

[pyreofsunflowers]

Sedative

tired all the time. Ain't that something.

[homenecromancer]

it’s super funny to me that in the book, the chapter about Paul’s first time calling a worm starts out with making it very clear that he wakes up that morning so fucked up on spice+prescience that he doesn’t know when or where the hell he is

it’s like. “hey this dude is about to do the equivalent of passing his driving test, but first i need you to know: he’s tripping super hard”

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

"yes im so fine"

*researches whether i can get my hands on ipecac*

[aropride]

nobody asked and its not relevant to anything im just traumadumping for fun but im thinking about the time i was leaving [redacted]'s room and he was like "here take this" and put a pill in my hand and i was like. "what. is this" and he was like. "dont worry abt it just take it" and i was like. seriously what is this im not taking a random unmarked pill??? and i had to like Argue with him and he was like "but don't you trust me??" like no not if you try to give me an unknown drug and get mad and guilt trippy when i ask what youre trying to get me to take! he eventually told me it was melatonin but it's the Principle of it. i'm not taking your unmarked pills bro idc if we're friends! show me the bottle it came from and let me read the label what the fuck!!

[queerweewoo]

so i just reblobbed this post about dosed (s2e06) and how hilarious it is—which it absolutely is—where my tag is about how eddie crying gets me every time bc there's always one who isn't having fun and the accuracy of that is too good and then there's ryan's performance which is spot on and funny af etc etc but then. BUT THEN i got pretty bummed when i actually considered it bc that one person that gets really sad or really paranoid or just ends up on a really bad trip? that one poor person is often the one in the group with the most trauma/bad mental health experiences and now ouch my heart is hurting even more than usual for eddie diaz

[yangjeongin]

[maelgwyn]

My mans did a 360. He went in a Circle. 12 years of character development and we are back to square one, people. 😩

[venacoeurva]

Inverse reaction to these edibles but don't get the anxiety and paranoia a lot of people complain about and feel like I'm on coke moodboard