#cw substance

[avnillae]

[redacted]

trazadone, ambien, nembutal.

the father, the son, and the holy spirit.

god only knows where you’d be if you hadn’t willed yourself into damn near hibernation.

you crawled out of bed, stepping onto the cold linoleum floor, a few cracks and pops along the way to the restroom.

How long had it been since you last left the house?

How long had it been since you last were awake, was the better question ?

it didn’t matter anyway, it could be New Years or Thanksgiving, it made no difference to you.

the better half of your days were spent lying in bed, watching the small window in your room illuminate with bright hues of sunlight slowly descending into the dark shades of the evening.

once you were awake, you’d do the minimum to survive. grab a glass of water, force yourself to eat whatever was left in the fridge, check your emails, complete whatever corporate sent to you, then after you’ve decided you’ve seen enough, you’d crawl back into the comfort of your duvet, say your nightly prayers, and rock yourself back into heaven.

you can’t remember how it got to this point, you had to have had dreams or ambitions before, you had to have had some semblance of a personality before you became this husk of a person.

should it have bothered you, you would’ve gotten up and maybe flushed those pills away and set yourself straight.

should it have.

as sad as it was, you couldn’t imagine a life without them. actually, you couldn’t imagine anything really. everything requiring even a modicum of energy or thought tired you out. even leaving to get out of bed was asking too much of your body if you were being honest.

everything was all too much, better to lay in bed, sleep was your only comfort in life. if you had it your way, you’d sleep for years. hidden away from the world, from the judgemental gaze of it all, from the whispers and gossip, from the looks of pity on their faces.

from everyone.

you’d have probably gotten away with it too had you not made the mistake of entertaining pleasantries.

“I’m just really worried about you, you know?” She’d say, desperately swatting away at the layer of dust that had accumulated around the place.

“You never leave the house anymore, one of these days I’m scared that..”

that she’d walk in and see my dead body on the mattress.

“Have you been watering Odelia?” She interrupted herself, letting herself roam into your bedroom where odelia sat.

odelia was the name she’d given to the orchids.

she said you needed structure in life, and that having something that depended on you would give your life purpose.

you jokingly suggested you adopt a baby together, which she pouted and said she already has a dozen of those at home.

she’d meant the greenhouse, of course.

In a way she was right, in between the lucid haze and slumber, you’d always be sure to water and prune when necessary.

“What kind of [father/mother] do you take me for?” You quipped, draping your body across the couch. The plastic crinkled softly underneath you.

Huh, when was the last time you sat on here..when was it that you bought this couch anyway ? Must’ve been when you first moved in, what was that now, maybe a few months ago? It felt like years.

“One that should have the decency not to smoke in the house when there are children present !” Violet snatched the cigarette from your mouth, stomping it on the floor.

‘Children’.. the blossom of orchids waver in the wind.

She disliked the cigs, she disliked your reclusiveness, she disliked that all you had to eat in your fridge were velveeta slices and hummus. She’d complain, but always begrudgingly stock it during your comas.

Or atleast you think she did, how else would there be food in there when you woke up ?

Strange, you don’t remember giving her keys to your apartment though. To be fair, you couldn’t remember much these days, it could’ve been you yourself for all you knew.

It’s like you were married at this point, hell you even had a plant together. You just couldn’t win.

“Listen, a few friends from the flower shop and I are going out tonight.”

“Are these friends of yours human or plant?”

“Har har, c’mon!! Come out with us !”

You stirred slightly, on top of the general social isolation you’ve also isolated any semblance of hygiene.

When was the last time you shaved ? or even… brushed your teeth ?

you cupped your hand in front of your mouth and did a quick sniff test.

yikes ! at least you were single, or vi would find you and your lover dead on the scene

“Ewww, did you seriously just do that in front of me ?” Violet grimaced, shivering in disgust.

“Come on, we’re getting you cleaned up.” She tugged at your hand, peeling you away from the cushions. despite her small stature she was surprisingly strong.

“Who knows?.. maybe we’ll find you a boyfriend or something~” she giggled, leading you back into the restroom.

Upon arriving at the joint, you immediately regretted stepping foot outside. The noise, the traffic, the people. Who knew being in public would be so… public.

Walking in, you were greeted with a wave, their booth at the end. Violet rushed ahead and hugged them, you following closely behind.

Violet quickly introduced you to the group, you gracefully waved and said your hello’s.

The others welcomed you warmly, they were friendly enough. Still felt out of place though, soon enough they suggested karaoke. The group lit up, discussing what songs to sing. You took this moment to excuse yourself for a smoke break.

Stepping out you walked through the group crowding the entrance and stepped far enough to the side as to not impose any second hand smoke on some innocent pedestrian.

Fishing out your pack, you flipped open the box to discover that none were to be found. Violet must’ve stepped out the last one, you screwed your eyes shut holding back tears as you mentally scolded your plant child Odelia for forcing you to be a responsible parent.

Noticing a figure to your right, you turned to face them. A lanky one, leaning against the building, they were silent, a baggy hoodie obscuring most of their face. They distanced themself, their hood slipping to reveal a young boy with piercings. You bit down on your lip, hesitant to bother them. You decided to nonetheless.

“you have a smoke ?” You asked him, ducking your head underneath the hood covering his face.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he seemed surprised to hear your voice, “S’not my thing..” he muttered, shifting his gaze away

You frowned, “how about a j then?” You joked, mimicking a roll between your fingers, pretend blowing clouds.

The stranger pushed away from their spot against the building, their posture betraying their height. He stared at you, or more like towered down at you, your body froze, you could’ve sworn you saw a small smile on his face.

“How ‘bout a drink, hm?”

You lit up, linking arms with the boy. “Now you’re talking ! Gosh, why didn’t you offer sooner ?” You nuzzled up against him, he was. a lot more muscular than the clothing let on. You could feel his body tense as he turned to cough into his fist.

Was he blushing..? Well, I guess you were clinging onto some stranger, they had the right to be flustered after being groped on by some rando.

You quickly let go of their arm, mumbling a sorry which he replied to with an ‘s alright, his eyes boring onto the menu, you awkwardly leaned against the counter, sandwiched in between the dozens of other people at the bar.

The hours spent sleeping had unsurprisingly crippled you in social situations.

What do normal people say in these situations?

“What d’you want to drink?”

You snapped back to reality, “Hm?” Shit. What did you want to drink ? Did you even like alcohol ?

“Surprise me.”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a certain white haired plantaholic.

“[Y/n] ! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She exclaimed, before eyeing your company, “And you’ve made a friend…” she muttered.

He glanced between the two of you, “Name’s -“

“Violet! Shouldn’t you be wrangling your coworker back in?” You motioned behind her to the drunken mess of a serenade being sung to a stranger by her friend. They were practically on their knees, holding onto the legs of a bystander, bawling out the lyrics to some cheesy love song, ‘Fade e e e into youuuuu!!!’

She gasped, “I’ll be right back, ok?!”, quickly dropping her hold on you to escort her coworker out of the building.

“…Charming.”

You returned to the boy beside you. A sheepish smile on your lips, “I’m sure they’re not like that…all the time… I hope..” You started losing confidence by the end of the sentence.

He let out a small laugh, watching as you sipped down on the drink the bartender had placed in front of you. He nodded in thanks, the bartender whisking away to another patron.

It was flat.. and flavorless. It was water.

“You hope?” He questioned, your eyes widened as you realized what you had said.

“I- It was actually my first time meeting them..” you awkwardly laughed, now it was your turn to avert your gaze.

“I don’t really leave the house… that often..” you admitted, shifting uncomfortably. Was it always this hot in here, the air never felt so suffocating.

“Oh yeah? How come?”

How come ? How do you explain to a stranger that you’d rather sleep for a hundred years than have to interact with another human being on this earth ? Is this what agoraphobia is, geez you were so lame now.

“Just never… had a reason to I guess.” You sipped at your water, hoping to hide your creeping shame inside the cup.

He eyed you silently while you drank, before leaning in closer, “How ‘bout we get out of here then, yeah?” His hot breath grazed your ear, causing you to squirm slightly. An action not gone unnoticed, you pursed your lips together before giving a meek nod. He gave you a small smirk as his fingertips grasped at your wrist leading you away from the commotion.

Am I about to sleep with a stranger ? When was the last time you’ve gotten laid?? Fuck, your mind went blank, curse you valium, my memory is basically as good as a geriatric with dementia.

Noticing your silence, the boy spoke up.

“S’not far now, “ You let out a small hm, he pointed a slender painted finger at the building ahead , “my place.”

his fingers were so long, decorated with silver rings.. you felt your face heat up. I wonder if I’ll be able to feel it inside me..

god you felt like a loser, getting so worked up over something so stupid. you refocused your attention to the sidewalk, following the boy.

Before the door had even shut, your body was pinned up against the wall. His lips ravaging your neck, you could feel the spikes from his piercings push against your skin. You let out a small gasp at the jewelry, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders for stability.

As embarrassing as it was, it had been awhile since you had last hooked up with a stranger like this. You forgot how aggressive it could be, but in another way, to have someone so desperately grab at your body, it left you breathless.

Pulling away from your neck, their lips drew near yours, dangerously drawing closer and closer until you could feel one another’s breath. His half lidded gaze focused on your lips flickering to your eyes, your stomach flipped, unsure if you were having withdrawals at this point.

You’ve never had someone look at you that intensely, you started feeling shy underneath him. His hands found themselves under your shirt, caressing your sides as your back arched in turn.

It tickled.

Your bodies all the more closer, chest to chest. You swallowed dryly, tearing away from his eyes. you timidly slid your hand resting on his shoulder to hold his face in place, you press your lips against his cheek, lingering a few seconds before kissing him again, lower this time, near his jawline.

He stiffened, moving to face you, you held his face a little more firmly in place. Continuing to plaster kisses along his face and neck. You ran your tongue along his soft skin before biting down gently on his earlobe. His breathing had become heavy.

You felt pressure between your thighs, his knee rubbing against you. You let out a sharp hiss, burying your face against the crook of his neck.

“How embarrassing…” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up as you could feel your slickness pressed against you. To get this wet just from him touching you, you haven’t even really kissed and here you were.

It’s been awhile, you rationalized, having been so heavily medicated you hardly had the energy or really the urge to engage in this sort of thing. maybe that’s why it was harder to contain yourself, you deluded.

not that you wanted to contain yourself, or anything.

His chuckle vibrated against your body, reverberating throughout your skull causing you to bury yourself deeper.

“So wet just f’me..” he cooed, pressing against you harder. You let out a whimper, your body hot and aching, rolling your hips instinctively. You held onto his body closely, panting.

“Look at you grinding against me” He teased, rubbing painfully slow against your heat. “I’ve barely even touched you and I’ve already got you so hot ‘n bothered” he lifted your shirt, further exposing yourself to him.

You were mush at this point, the pills may have messed with your memory, but you knew for certain that you had never felt as sensitive as you had in that entryway.

His hands squeezed at your chest, his mouth enveloping. You bit your lip, trying to stifle your moans. Fuck. You could feel every flick of his skillful tongue against your skin. He bit down lightly against the bud, you leaned into him harder. Your body practically pinned against his knee and chest.

You desperately ran your hands under his shirt, feeling around his toned body. He pulled away, much to your dismay, tutting at you.

“If you want more, you’ll have to ask first.” He grinned, how evil.

“I..” you squirmed, tears welling in your eyes from humiliation or overstimulation you couldn’t say. You pulled him closer to you, hiding your face from his, you weakly uttered,

“I want you.” You felt your face light ablaze.

“Please let me touch you.” Your heart thumped wildly, you could practically hear it at this point.

It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds that had passed by, the air thick with tension.

His hands desperately pulling and tearing at your clothes, you gasped feeling the cold air graze your skin. His warm hands quickly returning to their place on your body, this time you felt his fingertips run along your chest to your neck.

His hand forcing you to look at him, his thumb swiped across your lower lip, you parted your lips gliding your tongue against his digit. He groaned, replacing his knee with his pelvis instead. You gasped, feeling him.

He pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth. you raised your eyes to meet his, your lips wrapping around him tightly while you sucked. he wavered, thrusting hopelessly against you.

Impatient, you grasped at his belt. following your movement, he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt and pulled down his pants. Right as he was about to pull down his briefs, you pulled him away from your mouth to stop his hands.

He looked at you inquisitively, “We don’t have t’go any further if —“

“No, I- I want to, I just..” you could feel the heat creep up your neck, “Can you kiss me?” You asked innocently.

He stared at you, dumbstruck before a genuine laugh had escaped him. You fidgeted, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Please?”

His eyes softened, his smile still present. He nodded. Cupping your face, he leaned in pressing his lips against yours.

It was gentle, a contrast from before. You hadn’t noticed earlier, but he was shaking. It didn’t occur to you that you weren’t the only one nervous.

Had he been as anxious as you had this whole time ?

He hid it well.

Feeling his hand slide to your waist, your bodies had been pressed against each other deepening the kiss.

You finally mustered enough courage to reach lower. Slipping past his waistband, you gripped his length. He groaned, you could barely wrap around him, you squeaked.

It was pierced.

You felt along the barbells, silently counting how many he had, you gently stroked him, “um..does..” you started, he had perked up,

“does it hurt.. when i do this.. or?” you quietly asked.

he gave you a reassuring kiss, “feels..good.” he guided your hand, tightening your grip and quickening your pace.

your heat growing hotter as you watched him stroke himself with your hand, you bit down on your lip, he was so much bigger than you’d imagined.

“What does it feel like?”

You inadvertently blurted, mentally kicking yourself for musing aloud.

He licked his lips, reveling in your panic.

“I could show ya.” He purred, his free hand pressing against you.

Finally, some relief, you had been built up to the point where if he wanted he could easily slip in and you’d come undone.

What an amateur, you scolded yourself, it was like your first all over again. It wouldn’t have even been that far off, you’d only had slept with maybe two other people before. If you could even consider it sleeping with others, the first kissed you once and slipped in maybe three pumps before peeling off you and returning to the party.

Your first.

The other..

unremarkable, you must’ve been on noctec then, you couldn’t feel a thing, but remember faking an orgasm before crying in the shower afterwards. You got off noctec the next day, it made you sick anyway.

Maybe that’s why you felt so needy, you’ve never had someone toy with you like this. It felt so new, you wanted more.

“Did.. you want me from..behind or.. is this.. ok?” You asked nervously, how much more awkward could you get, about to turn when he stopped you.

He laughed, “Relax, angel. Lemme take care of ya..”

He kissed you once more, releasing your grip on him before he drifted lower.

On his knees, he looked at you with that same playful glint he had at the bar. He slid the fabric covering your mess, the cold air sending a chill down your spine as you were finally exposed to him.

Good thing I shaved, you thought to yourself.

He kissed your thighs, sucking and leaving gentle bites in his wake.

There’d be marks tomorrow, you were sure.

“If it makes you feel better… this is my first time..” he muttered, before enveloping your warmth. You gasped, there’s no way.

“W-wait..” you choked out, his mouth unrelenting against your slickness. It felt too good, you felt your hands curl around his locks, pushing him further into yourself.

“S-shouldn’t er — w-wouldn’t you want to do this s-someone” you moaned, your thighs squeezing against the sides of his heads. His tongue expertly lapping at you, you panted, the tears welling up again. Fuck, it feels too good.

You don’t know how much longer you could last, “Wouldn’t you want to do th-this with someone special instead ?” You quickly breathed out. His eyes met yours, continuing with his assault.

You bit down on your finger, feeling yourself on the brink. you writhed desperately before you felt a finger prod at your entrance. He pulled away, his finger replacing his tongue. You returned your grasp on his shoulder as he pumped in and out of you

you forgot how to breath. he inserted another, licking up the stray wetness.

“but you take me so well baby..” he side glanced at your hole tightening around him with each pump, “makes me wanna fuck you..” he buried his face into your plump thighs.

Feeling a third, you hissed. Clenching tighter around his fingers you let out a loud cry.

“F- fuck, s-so full, I can’t- I’m going to-”

You twitched, trembling as you came, your body shaking with your climax.

Your limbs felt heavy, almost falling limp until he pinned your hips against the wall.

“You’re not tapping out on me now, are ya?” He growled, prodding at your entrance.

“We’re just getting to the good part~ ♡”

You bit back a moan, feeling him enter your body. You gripped at his shirt,

one rung, two, three

you lost track, still too fuzzy from the first orgasm, you felt his piercings rub against your insides.

“How’s it feel hm?” He hummed sadistically, bottoming out. His full length inside your warmth, throbbing against your walls.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out only small gasps and groans making their way.

He chuckled, savoring the look on your face as he fucked you.

“T’me..” he thrusted, his hips practically grinding against yours, he leaned down closer to your ear so only you could hear.

“You’re as special as it gets.”

[your-local-lovebug]

you are never going to believe me but there is a skunk outside and i left my window open so now my room smells bad ITS NOT WEED ITS NOT I PROMISE YOU IT IS NO

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[trek-tracks]

Episodes of TOS where the solution is to get the crew drunk or high: The Tholian Web, Wolf in the Fold

Episodes of TOS where the solution is to get the crew to stop being drunk or high: The Naked Time, This Side of Paradise

[electricb00]

mister bad habits

[catzalvarez]

So y'all know how in the beginning of tsc Wymack offers Jean scotch, and he says Ravens don't drink (well, specifically, aren't allowed to drink)? And Kevin famously overdoes it with the drinking? And Wymack's mother, at least, had an issue with substance abuse? So do we think Wymack was the first one to offer Kevin alcohol, and how do we think he felt about Kevin's obvious issues with alcohol when he found out that Kevin is his son, knowing that addiction can be hereditary 🤥🤥🤥

[reasonsforhope]

"For the first time in decades, public health data shows a sudden and hopeful drop in drug overdose deaths across the U.S.

"This is exciting," said Dr. Nora Volkow, head of the National Institute On Drug Abuse [NIDA], the federal laboratory charged with studying addiction. "This looks real. This looks very, very real."

National surveys compiled by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention already show an unprecedented decline in drug deaths of roughly 10.6 percent. That's a huge reversal from recent years when fatal overdoses regularly increased by double-digit percentages.

Some researchers believe the data will show an even larger decline in drug deaths when federal surveys are updated to reflect improvements being seen at the state level, especially in the eastern U.S.

"In the states that have the most rapid data collection systems, we’re seeing declines of twenty percent, thirty percent," said Dr. Nabarun Dasgupta, an expert on street drugs at the University of North Carolina.

According to Dasgupta's analysis, which has sparked discussion among addiction and drug policy experts, the drop in state-level mortality numbers corresponds with similar steep declines in emergency room visits linked to overdoses.

Dasgupta was one of the first researchers to detect the trend. He believes the national decline in street drug deaths is now at least 15 percent and could mean as many as 20,000 fewer fatalities per year.

"Today, I have so much hope"

After years of wrenching drug deaths that seemed all but unstoppable, some researchers, front-line addiction workers, members of law enforcement, and people using street drugs voiced caution about the apparent trend.

Roughly 100,000 deaths are still occurring per year. Street drug cocktails including fentanyl, methamphetamines, xylazine and other synthetic chemicals are more poisonous than ever.

"I think we have to be careful when we get optimistic and see a slight drop in overdose deaths," said Dan Salter, who heads a federal drug interdiction program in the Atlanta-Carolinas region. "The last thing we want to do is spike the ball."

But most public health experts and some people living with addiction told NPR they believe catastrophic increases in drug deaths, which began in 2019, have ended, at least for now. Many said a widespread, meaningful shift appears underway.

"Some of us have learned to deal with the overdoses a lot better," said Kevin Donaldson, who uses fentanyl and xylazine on the street in Burlington, Vermont.

According to Donaldson, many people using fentanyl now carry naloxone, a medication that reverses most opioid overdoses. He said his friends also use street drugs with others nearby, ready to offer aid and support when overdoses occur.

He believes these changes - a response to the increasingly toxic street drug supply - mean more people like himself are surviving.

"For a while we were hearing about [drug deaths] every other day. When was the last one we heard about? Maybe two weeks ago? That's pretty few and far between," he said.

His experience is reflected in data from the Vermont Department of Health, which shows a 22 percent decline in drug deaths in 2024.

"The trends are definitely positive," said Dr. Keith Humphreys, a nationally respected drug policy researcher at Stanford University. "This is going to be the best year we've had since all of this started."

"A year ago when overdose deaths continued to rise, I was really struggling with hope," said Brad Finegood, who directs the overdose crisis response in Seattle.

Deaths in King County, Washington, linked to all drugs have dropped by 15 percent in the first half of 2024. Fatal overdoses caused by street fentanyl have dropped by 20 percent.

"Today, I have so much hope," Finegood said.

-via NPR, September 18, 2024. Article continues below with an exploration of the whys (mostly unknown) and some absolutely fucking incredible statistics.

Why the sudden and hopeful shift? Most experts say it's a mystery

While many people offered theories about why the drop in deaths is happening at unprecedented speed, most experts agreed that the data doesn't yet provide clear answers.

Some pointed to rapid improvements in the availability and affordability of medical treatments for fentanyl addiction. "Expansion of naloxone and medications for opioid use disorder — these strategies worked," said Dr. Volkow at NIDA.

"We've almost tripled the amount of naloxone out in the community," said Finegood. He noted that one survey in the Seattle area found 85 percent of high-risk drug users now carry the overdose-reversal medication.

Dr. Rahul Gupta, the White House drug czar, said the drop in drug deaths shows a path forward.

"This is the largest decrease on record and the fifth consecutive month of recorded decreases," he said.

Gupta called for more funding for addiction treatment and healthcare services, especially in Black and Native American communities where overdose deaths remain catastrophically high.

"There is no way we're going to beat this epidemic by not focusing on communities that are often marginalized, underserved and communities of color," Gupta said.

"Overdose deaths in Ohio are down 31 percent"

Indeed, in many states in the eastern and central U.S. where improvements are largest, the sudden drop in drug deaths stunned some observers who lived through the darkest days of the fentanyl overdose crisis.

"This year overdose deaths [in Ohio] are down 31 percent," said Dennis Couchon, a harm reduction activist. "The deaths were just plummeting. The data has never moved like this."

"While the mortality data for 2024 is incomplete and subject to change, Ohio is now in the ninth consecutive month of a historic and unexpected drop in overdose deaths," said the organization Harm Reduction Ohio in a statement.

Missouri is seeing a similar trend that appears to be accelerating. After dropping by 10 percent last year, preliminary data shows drug deaths in the state have now fallen roughly 34 percent in the second quarter of 2024.

"It absolutely seems things are going in the right direction, and it's something we should feel pleased about," said Dr. Rachel Winograd, director of addiction science at the University of Missouri St. Louis, who also noted that drug deaths remain too high.

"It feels wonderful and great," said Dr. Mark Levine, head of the Vermont Health Department. "We need encouraging data like this and it will help sustain all of us who are actively involved in trying to have an impact here."

Levine, too, said there's still "plenty of work left to do."" ...

Dasgupta, the researcher at the University of North Carolina, agreed more needs to be done to help people in addiction recover when they're ready.

But he said keeping more people alive is a crucial first step that seemed impossible only a year ago.

"A fifteen or twenty percent [drop in deaths] is a really big number, an enormous impact," he said, calling for more research to determine how to keep the trend going.

"If interventions are what's driving this decline, then let's double down on those interventions."

-article via NPR, September 18, 2024

[seventeendeer]

this isn't at all meant to be condescending or finger-waggy because 100% we all have blind spots like this, but I'm really, really hoping that the people who never found Gaiman's approach to his own fandom concerning in any way will take this all as a learning moment.

he was an older, hyper-famous author engaging directly and frequently with an online audience of largely vulnerable young marginalized people. he presented himself as cultured and worldly, and made himself approachable as someone to go to for advice, encouragement and "wisdom." his manner of speech was extremely pathos-heavy and clearly intended to be comforting and encouraging in exactly the way his target demographic needed it to be to swallow every word. the way he spoke about stories and creativity was designed to make young creative hopefuls feel special and important, while sweeping real analytical techniques under the rug - in hindsight, likely so no one would think too critically about the disturbing amount of patriarchal abuse played for cheap shock value and voyerism in his own body of works.

Gaiman saw a target demographic that was desperate for an older creative role model to tell them they were worth something, and he exploited that pain to twist a narrative around himself where he was king and any critique leveled at him or his works were the enemy.

to be clear, he could have been innocent. he could totally have been just an out-of-touch old man saying nice things to people because he wanted to be kind and he thought he was a lot smarter than he really was. red flags are warning signs, not a surefire way to tell if someone is actually "secretly shitty."

but if you used to look up to him, PLEASE take this moment to revisit the ideas you absorbed from him. did you take his words to heart because they seemed to have objective merit? or did you take them to heart because it felt good to believe what he said? do you still hold these values? does knowing he was intentionally manipulating his online audience make you less certain? do you need more information from a different source before deciding one way or another?

again, I'm just really, really hoping people on here will take a moment to reevaluate the ideas and opinions he's injected into tumblr fandom culture, because his reach is immense and he has absolutely been manipulating popular perception of relevant topics to gain further influence and control the narrative around both his own and Pratchett's legacy. please, please take this moment to notice what he's been doing - and next time someone tries to pull the same shit, hopefully we'll be able to apply what we've learned from experience.

[dragonymango]

this was brought upon me seeing like 5 posts about them smoking today

[falconearring]

Digs these out of my pockets. I dont think I've shared these because they are each somewhat of a nothing burger.

[natypinkns]

ok ill post it. came out of my tempest tattoo sketching session with this doodle whoops

[jennilah]

Amanda Young & Mark Hoffman parallels

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[anonymocha]

Do NOT try this at home, you may not blink or sleep for the next 48 hours and found unconscious frothing in the mouth on a sidewalk after that

[izakk-tiberius-kyle]

Itd be just a few minutes before Nuke arrived at the Lux, heading straight for Izakk's room and gently knocking three times before pushing the door open anyways and slipping inside, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, it's Nuke. Got here about as fast as I could."

He idly scratched at his neck, where a suppression collar sat.

@t4ct1c4l-fluk3

Izakk was curled up on the floor shaking, a cold sweat on his forehead. "H-Hey..." His voice is shaky and restrained. "Um...um..." He furrows his brow. "I asked you to come. Yeah."

[local-lover-boy]

The sexual tension between me and substance abuse