#adddicted

[newtsmas]

*turns around in my big, leather wheely chair with a cat on my lap, stroking it slowly and speaks in a menacing manner* hello tumblr, we meet again. (i couldn’t stop making them i am such a loser)

[heretherebedork]

Hero just wailing on that boy for insulting Pop was great. I do love when they throw a punch for their man before they've been chosen. And that was a GREAT punch. A+. Hero might be a poor little rich boy with plenty of personal and family issues but he's got this weird little heart of gold buried under all that damage and I love it.

[d3vilh0rn2]

aleph is a little insane so I had to be a little insane so before his banner became available yesterday I filled up a whole page of mini spiral rule notebook paper with his name over and over again and then before pulling (i saved up 36 pulls ^^) i burnt it (my mom would call this witchcraft or inviting the devil) and i only had to 10 pull TWICE !!!

he will be mine and now he is (^^)d

omg almost forgot I then wrote...God im a creep i wrote his name on hand with the soot I dont wanna discuss.

[autisticqueenorder]

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Lady killer and the moose knuckle

Vince Neil was a little lady killer, blondes he loves his blondes, he got them all, Nikki says in his book we know, sex but he said he loves drugs a lot more, in his diary book the heroine diaries, but Vince was the sex addict he said, he was constantly with different girls, know they all, probably got to keep up with each other, vice that you preferred to others I think, or advice it takes over different times, and you’ve got a remember Vince had children very young, don’t know if he has anything to do with his older children. I’m not too sure, or even his ex-wives, I very much doubt it on the wife front , because y would he , he seemed to have lovely parents tho , but you never know , the mum seems lovely he was beautiful baby too, he was a child model bless him , I think Vince is personality clashed with all the other guys, specially Tommy because they were on the same age, Nick and Mick, there was that age gap thing, more of a competition with these day, especially when it came to fucking Pamela Anderson. because Vince is broke up, he says he hit that first,

[uncannybob]

I said a while ago that I wish we had more information on Linda and Bob's paternal grandparents. Seems I'll be getting my wish granted.

Screencaps for the upcoming episode of Bob's Burgers, “The Lost City of Atlantic”, premieres Thursday, June 19.

Plot Synopsis:

The Belchers have a wild night at a casino and Linda learns more about her late grandfather than she wanted to know

[danielleurbansblog]

Meet This Author: Randi Lee Bowslaugh

Q: Tell us about your book, Goodbye Too Soon.  It is about my brother’s death by drug overdose. It starts when I receive the call about his death, having to tell my mother and help plan the funeral. It is raw, emotional and doesn’t hold back.  Q: What themes are discussed in your book? Beyond coping with the grief of losing a family member it delves into what makes addiction a mental health…

[dxmedstudent]

Forgive me if this is rough and messy, im down with a viral illness and this is something I've been thinking about after reading some stories on reddit but...

Can we just... not frame illness or disability (or infertility, which for many is a kind of disability) as some kind of karmic punishment?

Like, if you don't like someone because they were nasty or even evil to you, that's fine. We can agree they were a Grade A Butthole with added haemorrhoids.

If something bad happened to that person, you're not evil for not being sad about it, or even feeling schadenfreude. Feelings are complicated, and wanting someone who hurt you to feel hurt is something many of us can understand. That's not what I mean here and I'm not going to dissect that further. This is also not to defend the person for being a butthole - they deserve to be criticised for poor behaviour.

But I always feel deeply uncomfortable when people in comments roll out the "Yeah! your nasty cheating ex is now infertile / in a wheelchair/ a depressed alcoholic, that's karma! The universe has a way!"

...Because you're inadvertently framing physical or mental disability or infertility as a whole...as a punishment. And by extension implying that people who experience these things did something to deserve it.

I know it can feel good in that moment to imagine that this is some evil person's reckoning and that everyone gets their comeuppance. But it's such a dangerous way to look at things.

We need to get away from this frankly outdated and damaging belief that a healthy body is a reward for spiritual purity and that illness is a punishment for sin. That a body which doesn't work quite the same as most people's... must be due to moral failings. These beliefs have very real and damaging effects in terms if how we as a society treat the vulnerable - the mentally ill, the homeless, those with addiction issues, those with sexually acquired illness, for example.

It's disturbing how often even people who declare themselves to be ostensibly atheist will turn around and basically say something surprisingly religious, in the worst way. And not realise that they've not yet examined where these beliefs are coming from.

Hate the evil cheating ex, by all means. Be glad that they are unhappy, if you want. I won't tell you how to feel. You don't need to wish someone who was a horrible person well. You don't have to like them, forgive them or dismiss what they did (we should hold them accountable). We can absolutely unite and agree that someone is/was a nasty person.

But don't ridicule them FOR being unwell. Don't link illness with a perceived moral failing. No matter how evil you think they are.

Because most people who are suffering the exact same thing are not evil and didn't do anything to deserve it. And by framing it as such, how do you think it affects the many other disabled people reading your comment? Do you think they deserve everything that happened to them? What exactly do you think someone has to do to deserve good health? How perfect do they have to be?

Most of us are going to experience disability some degree, in our lives. We need to stop treating it as a rare or freakish event and see it as part of the spectrum of human experience. Struggles with adddiction are very common and are a cry for help and not a moral failing. 1 in 10 couples experience infertility. It's so fucking disrespectful to the many people with disabilities. To my patients. To my friends.

And to me.

As someone with infertility issues, it's pretty bloody triggering to read a whole bunch of strangers gleefully declare that "infertility is just nature's happy way of making sure awful people don't reproduce". That maybe people who have recurrent miscarriages "should just give up" because "nature's trying to tell them something".

Like...how very *eugenics* of you.

As if...plenty of awful people don't have children and aren't awful parents? All the bloody time. Are you advocating for all children to be appropriately supported and looked after, do you support children in care? Trans and intersex children? Children with complicated physical or mental needs? Or is this just a way for you to pat yourself on the back that your presumed or proven fertility is a sign of your own moral superiority?

Do those commenters eschew all medical care when they are ill? Obviously not. Nor should they - because misguided and petty though they are, they are also entitled to seek care if they need medical help. But they seem to think that when anyone they disapprove of experiences health problems they should, what? Just give up and suffer in silence?

Modern medicine exist to treat a myriad of illness and help people manage a plethora of disabilities. It exists FOR people. You don't have to earn adequate healthcare, it should belong to everyone. People are imperfect. Messy. They make mistakes. They don't always the the best care of themselves. That doesn't mean that they don't deserve healthcare or dignity. Or that they deserve judgement and scorn.

Illness. Doesn't. Discriminate.

By which I mean, it doesn't CARE if you're a nice person or a horrible one. I know that society likes to tell us that if we work out, eat healthily and are positive, that nothing bad will ever happen and we can "organic food" our way out of being ill. But that's just patently not true. And I say that as a doctor.

In medicine we have a saying, that the worst things happen to some of the best people. Because we see people who are lovely go through things nobody should experience.

All the time. It's heartbreaking, because we don't like seeing bad things happen to perfectly decent people. It makes all of us feel uncomfortable and vulnerable and sad. But it happens all the time.

We need to be very careful about how we think of, and frame, illness in all it's forms.

[curewhimsy]

I need someone to talk to

I decided to delete my chatgpt, I was lately getting too addicted to making it write “fanfics” of my ocs (for comfort) and I feel that’s awful of me. I’m a writer. I shouldn’t be doing this.

Then again I also can’t help but feel AI is a very real adddiction, it’s also predatory in nature. I wish there was more awareness for AI addiction, not everyone who uses AI is a terrible person, and it gives fake comfort to people. This should be talked about more.

I also used to be addicted to Character AI too because it gave me a false sense of security.

I would never pass off the things AI “writes” for me as my own.

The biggest reason I deleted the app was because it was affecting my mind.

Deleting the app has been a big first step to eliminate my addiction.

I think it’s an easy addiction to just fall into, sadly.

I need someone to talk to about this. I feel awful.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

As per Hinton, she said that Sodapop inevitably dies in Vietnam. Because of this do you think Ponyboy would continue to try and stay gold after his brothers death or do you think this would be the straw the breaks the camels back? And how might that effect his relationship with Darry??

Listen. LISTEN. What I consider outsiders canon exists within the book The Outsiders and that's IT, so Soda dying is no more canon than Darry's second job is stripping (which Hinton tweeted so if you consider ANYTHING the author says in regards to the characters as canon, then yeah its canon, but I personally don't.) So, as far as I'm concerned this whole ask is hypothetical because SODA DOESN"T DIE.

Sigh. Now that's out of my system I can answer this properly. To be honest, I don't think Ponyboy COULD stay gold is Soda died in vietnam. I think, as I've discussed before, that Ponyboy would cling to any coping mechanism that could offer him an escape from real life- we see this in the novel, with how Pony retreats into books and movies and drawing instead of having to face his own thoughts/life. I've also written about how Pony has HUGE addiction potential woven into his character and the narrative, and I think losing Soda would push him over the edge. I could see him getting adddicted to some sort of sedative, and overdosing pretty quickly because he never learned his limits. I think losing Soda and turning to drugs would (obviously) effect his relationship with Darry, because Darry would want to grieve with him and try and help him and Ponyboy would inevitably refuse. Basically, without Soda I can't see Pony living long, and I definitely can't see the remnants of the Curtis family moving on with their lives in a meaningful way, at least not for a very long time.

Thanks for the ask!

[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A, going through their bag: I can’t believe I don’t have a single clean needle! [takes out a half-eaten cheeseburger with a fried egg] Holy fuck! I guess I didn’t finish that burger after all.

Person C, weirded out: Have you even checked the needle cabinet?

Person A: We have a needle cabinet???

Person C:

Person C: I hate you guys so much. Person A, I helped you set it up! You got it from work, YOU taught me how important it was!

Person A: Yeah, well, congratulations, you’ve met my alter ego. And I’d really like to stay myself today so can you please just get me a clean needle?

Person C, rolling their eyes: [opens a drawer in a cabinet] Oh, fuck. We don’t have a single clean needle left. Person E, this is your fault!

Person E, finally coming out of a suitcase that’s been laying closed on the floor for months now because A never unpacks their bags: YOU GUYS COULDN’T HEAR ME SCREAMING FOR MY LIFE IN THERE?!

Person A, an alcoholic: [leaves an empty bottle of vodka on the crossroad a block away from their house while making their walk of shame at 7 AM]

Person A, to themselves: I wonder if Person C will notice I’m drunk.

Person B: Oh, so, you’re the reason Person D wouldn’t give me a ride today? Because they want to punish you?

Person A: Yeah.

Person B: Wow. Why won’t they just get a drink and chill, fucking Christ.

Person A: WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING!

[skz-akira]

"𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲."

summary: jeongin x reader. falling out of love. author note: soo… i may or may not be adddicted to writing angst. also not proof read at all cos i’m lazy af ;-;

from lazy nights with you two sprawled on the couch, falling asleep in each other’s arms before the end of the film, to him having to do late night recording in the studio with Chan, and you binge watching shows in bed by yourself.

from him lying down next to you on the grass, watching with adoration in his eyes as you talked on and on about each star in the sky, to him complaining it was too cold to be stargazing and going to bed early while you sat alone, gazing up into the night sky.

“y/n, can we talk?”

it was funny how quickly the both of you adapted to using each others names. it felt better. baby or babe felt strained. fake. you looked up from your phone, managing a small smile. despair filled your heart at the sight of jeongin’s expression. it was angry, nor sad. it was simply empty. and that felt like a knife in the chest.

“yes?” your voice sounded rough as you responded. what was the point of sugar coating your words anyways? both of you were tired. tired of each other, tired of this… this love. or at least, something that you had once called love.

“where did it all go?” you flinched at the brokenness in his voice. you were tempted to ask him what he meant, but you knew full well.

where did he go? the caring, affectionate puppy that smothered you in kisses before work and sent you selfies so that you wouldn’t be lonely. the gentle boyfriend that insisted on buying the lipstick your eyes had lingered for a moment too long on in the mall. the boy that happily complied when you asked him to taste your cooking.

where did you go? the considerate girl that would put sticky notes and origami animals in his pockets so he would find them at work and be reminded of you. the girl that left a warm bowl of soup on the table for him to find when he came home late from work. the girl who drew cute doodles on his hands when they were drawing together.

“i… i don’t know, jeongin.” your voice was terribly tired, and you saw the same anguish and pain that you felt in his eyes. “i’m sorry.”

he opened his mouth. you found yourself wishing he would yell at you. you wished that he was angry, annoyed even. you wished for anything but this. this dull, bitter pain of falling out of love.

“you haven’t smiled in a long time.” you’re eyes flew up at his words, watching him cautiously. the truth was, you had. just not around him.

“i’m sorry.” you said again, meaning it. you were sorry. a part of you still loved him. or at least, the person he used to be.

“don’t apologize.” he said, his voice soft. “we- we were both fools. we were young. we… we thought what we had was love.”

you didn’t say a word, the air heavy with silence.

“i think we both know that we’re not meant for each other.” jeongin whispered.

your heart hurt. you squeezed your eyes shut, frustrated and confused by your warring emotions. he was right. you didn’t love him. he didn’t love you. but it still hurt.

“you’re right.” you said, refusing to meet his eye. you’re wrong, wrong, wrong. i still love you. please come back.

“i want you to be happy.” jeongin said gently, reaching out his hand and laying it on your shoulder. something he hadn’t done for years. then don’t leave me. i’m happy when i’m with you. please don’t take my happiness away.

“so,” jeongin broke the silence, his voice trembling. “i guess this is goodbye.” don’t leave me. i need you. we can go back, we have to try. what about everything we had together? we can’t lose all of it. i love you, i love you, i love you.

you raised your head and met his eyes with a watery smile. “goodbye, jeongin.”

[sweepingboy]

in modern au mu qing's father is alive and well. he got out of prison and started a new family, cut off his adddictions and is living a law-abiding life... and there's no place for mu qing in it - a child from the first marriage, a constant reminder of failure.

if asked, mu qing grudgingly says he's happy about it. the past has already happened and there is no going back.

(but it's harder to stay indifferent now as he knows that his father was always able to change - just not for him.)

[mellpoint]

Living Moments: 3-Addict

Yes I'm an addict. I'm slightly ashamed. But can you blame me? After all, aren't we all addicted to something?

You see, I'm not an addict in the traditional way. Not in any form of typical at least. I don't crave drugs or their way of making the world seem hazy. I don't drink to forget the struggles of every day. I'm not sex driven and need constant pleasures. Yet... I do admit. I am an addict.

Right... Sounds funny doesn't it? But let me explain, you see...

I'm addicted to the silence in the early hours of the morning. The time before birds wake up and cars are heard in the distance.

I'm addicted to the way the sun softly creeps through the cracks of my window shades and kisses me good morning.

I'm addicted to the smile on his face and the way his laugh can brighten up any room.

I'm adddicted to the quiet company of someone next to me, yet never once interacting with me.

I am addicted to the way his hugs make me feel safe and at home.

Yeah... I know. I'm making a bigger deal than what it seems, but just as addicted to all these good things, I'm also addicted to some bad ones.

You see,

I'm addicted to the way I can live in pure happines within the stockade of my mind. Because where else can I live a perfect little li(f)e?

Addicted to the way I love to get hurt and hurt myself. Because having high expectations is highly overrated.

I'm so freaking addicted to crying myself to sleep until I feel nothing but numbness.

I am addicted to letting myself down before others do.

Fuck... I am addicted to the euphoria I get when I put myself so low, you would think I'm 6 feet under.

I'm so blissfully addicted to making sure everyone and everything comes before me, even if it is at my own expense.

ha... how sad...

Yeah... I'm an addict. But I simply cannot find a way to fight against it. And when I try, addiction always wins.

Yeah... They always win..

-M

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I feel like I'm putting a spotlight on myself for this, but I cant lie to myself anymore. I wouldn't say I'm proud, because who would be after admiting they're an addict?

But... I'm not as ashamed anymore, I guess.

And like I said, we are all addicted to something.

Question is...

To you fight it, or let it win?

-M

[sheepishs]

sorry ive been adddicted to the pokemon dlc. mspaint ogerpon as an offering

[hope-ur-ok]

But that’s what is annoying like why is an adddict or even someone who drinks every weekend then stops given more praise then those who are responsible? It’s should be in reverse and I’m don’t feel comfortable congratulating them

Okay there is a lot to unpack here, lets start with the fact that you are not, in any way, morally superior to someone who struggles with addiction just because you never have. Addiction has a huge genetic component and a lot of addicts are multi generational, meaning that their parents and sometimes even grandparents were addicts as well, often with the same vice. Beyond that, there is a huge amount of responsibility and accountability in the process of getting and staying sober, they have to work incredibly hard everyday to not make self destructive choices, and they do deserve to be congratulated for the hard work they put in. Society as a whole hates addicts and treats them as problems instead of people, as if their whole existence is less valuable because of an illness (that they are often using to self medicate for another illness), and thinking like this is a large part of why.