#not just like… drugs and alcohol

[sodacowboy]

Yes. Because jumping off from a 3ft high bar in the fence is a good idea. Especially when I know I have weak-ish joints. And seemingly chronic pain.

[dayurno]

on the topic of kevin smoking weed…what do you think his first time was like. do you think he got scared or do you think it completely mellowed him out for once?

HE GOT SCARED 🏃🏽🏃🏽🏃🏽🏃🏽🏃🏽 i think kevins first time smoking weed was in the nest because they were college aged after all and breaking the master’s rules is survival at one point or another. i don’t think riko was involved (imagine that) and that made kevin’s paranoia skyrocket, so when he does smoke he gets really afraid and anxious and it’s a total vibe killer. i can see kevin and jean smoking in the nest and immediately fucking like rabbits about it though

his Second time he does mellow out. the second time is with the monsters and andrew’s close supervision so when kevin does smoke he is well fed and hydrated and lying comfortably which makes the experience much better even if their weed is considerably cheaper. i dont think he does much then!!! nothing besides giggling at the ceiling and lying his head on andrew’s or nicky’s laps. for some reason i can see him trying to teach the monsters japanese nursery rhymes and accidentally making them all have children’s songs stuck in their heads for weeks

the REAL deal is when neil joins them though. neil’s overall anti drug behavior is very quickly put to test by a high as balls kevin day performing every increasingly ridiculous exy trick neil can come up with on court. an eye opener experience for neil

[d3athanddecay1]

He bought me almost 2L of vodka ♡ all for meeee ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ crackin that bitch open TONIGHT

[hazbinsinners]

angel was way too fucked up to be here. but he was having fun. or . . . he thinks he is.

--- he's sort of having a relapse. maybe. who knows! he ran outta the hotel again -- turns out that he almost relied on work as a way to take a break from that redemptionfest, and as much as he hated work at the time, it was at least good for that -- and this time, it seems no one is saving him. that's fine. he can handle himself.

there was a drag show happening, so really, it could've been worse. if it was just an open club, he'd probably be a lot worse off. but all he's doing now is drunkely cheering on queens who look fucking phenomenal.

yeah, he's gotten felt up by a couple douchebags already, but that's just his every day life. he's almost debating taking one and going to some dark corner just to pass the time. he doesn't wanna go back to the hotel yet.

and then he catches a glimpse of someone . . . all too familiar. his chest seizes with that familiar anxiety, until he remembers how they parted ways last time. his heart is still squeezed with nerves, but now he's . . . confused. are they . . . friends? or . . . ?

he settles on grimacing and leaning against the railing that surrounds the stage, ducking his head in a hopeful attempt to not be seen, but he's fairly certain he made eye contact with val. fuck. val doesn't need to see him being a fuckin' mess. what if he decides to ditch him?

and why is he so afraid of that? it's all he ever wanted, once. now, he almost . . . misses him. the thought makes him sick. val is still his abuser, past or present. he shouldn't miss him.

but val wasn't . . . cruel last time. in fact, it was . . . nice. he'd debated going to his tower tonight and it had brought him here. seemed fate had a sense of humor.

( closed || @mothvalentino )

[shirkers2018dirsanditan]

pretending like every incarcerated man is falsely accused by a rich white person is so silly like so many people want to be abolitionists but don’t have the courage to stand in their convictions and they get easily caught up by conservative gotchas. obviously rich white men don’t commit the most crime. why would a wall street banker rob a liquor store?? or when people are like, “well if people steal because they’re poor then why are they stealing tvs and jewelry?” they’re boosting. obviously. that’s also why they stole your catalytic converter. to sell. for money. people also boost everyday items like baby formula and shaving cream and sell it on the cheap to their neighbors. this isn’t les mis people have rent and daycare to pay for and you can’t pay that with bread. dummy

[coridallasmultipass]

(( Inspired by the "Aphids" comic bc the dj bro panel had me cryin: https://www.tumblr.com/coridallasmultipass/746888021783298048?source=share ))

Probably went overboard editing this and trying to add emoji subtext, telling a story, you know the deal. Also, the needles evoke a Saw 2 vibe for me, but that's awesome. I'm all about that unsettling mind game shit (not pictured, but I have a spiral on my tongue piercing bead, because I'm dedicated to the aesthetic). Speaking of spirals, yes, that is a Kamina keychain on my phone. In fact, I have all four main characters danglin' off that motherfucker. Shit's heavy, but no pain, no gain. Gotta keep these strifin' fingers in shape, brah. Anyways. I got the green stuff, so hit me up.

[fckyouiwontdowhatyoutellme]

This is so choppy and weird I'm sorry

Imagine if you will Steve, Robin and Eddie at some concert, waiting infront of the location to be let in.

Steve and Robin went together, knowing that Eddie will be there too. Eddie and Steve are in the very beginnings of something but despite Steve being usually super confident in his flirting, he wasn't confident enough to put the moves on Eddie yet.

By the time Steve and Robin arrive at the concert location Steve has already decided to elevate his confidence with some beer and weed so now he's in his giggly, loopy mode and Robin already had it.

Eddie is already there with his guys by the time the other two arrive but he is also not confident enough to approach Steve alone, so he just awkwardly steals some glances towards where he and Robin stand around. He sees Steve whisper something to Robin, while pointing at him and almost has a heartattack when Robin walks over.

"Okay so I am not entirely sure what dingus over there said but he either wanted me to hit you or hit on you, so I am going to do the first one" she says with a light punch to a very confused Eddies arm.

Eddie just awkwardly laughs and waves Steve over to them as well. Steve follows on wobbly legs and falls into another fit of giggles when he almost knocks over Robin. Eddie has already heard of the infamous giggly Steve but witnessing it in person is a hole new level. He is absolutely enamoured.

Within a few minutes Robin and Steve are sitting next to Eddie and his friends on the floor, Robin chatting with the guys and Steve...well Steve decided to flirt.

Unfortunately the only thing his drunk fuzzy brain can come up with is trying to give Eddie a wet willie as an excuse to be close to him. So now Eddie has to deal with a giggly drunk Steve constantly poking his spit wet finger into his ear (failing to actually hit his ear 80% of the time because he's that drunk) and he can't even be mad because Steve looks just way too cute like that.

So Eddie endures the poking attacks on his face, neck, arm, literally anywhere Steve can reach and once he has enough liquid courage himself dares to bite Steve's finger hovering infront of his face. To Eddie's delight that makes his opponent blush like crazy (he ignores Jeff and Grant pointing out that he's blushing as well).

So as the night goes on the two of them are stuck in a poke/biting war and basically all over each other even during the concert. It eventually evolves into sneaking a kiss onto whatever part of the other is closest. Gareth and Robin yell at them to just get a room already to wich Steve simply responds: "Yeah I'm planning on that".

They do get into a room but only with much help of Robin and the Corroded Coffin guys because by now they're both giggly drunk/high messes who can barely walk straight (ha!). Their poking/biting/smooching war goes on the entire way back to Robin & Steve's appartment and when they finally fall into Steve's bed still giggling they manage to sneak an actual kiss on the lips despite being uncoordinated as fuck. After that they're both out like a light and Robin doesn't have to get out her earplugs much to her delight.

They do talk about it all when they wake up all tangled together, still in sweaty beer soaked clothes from the night before and laughing about how stupid their drunk selves decided to flirt.

And when someone asks months later why Steve gives Eddie a wet willie with the fondest look ever on his face, Robin just sighs and tells the story of her dingus and dork and how that became their love language.

[menlove]

me: some people will literally die without drugs and alcohol and if you are staunchly refusing to give money to people on that basis you could be directly responsible for them dying

ppl in my notes: why do you think people who do drugs recreationally are bad? who are you to judge them? do you think people shouldn't do drugs for fun? why do you think that?

[punisheddonjuan]

So the other day I met [unnamed tumblr mutual] in person for the first time when she came over to the apartment and beyond having a really wonderful afternoon together, she brought over some cannabis edibles because I mentioned that I was thinking about trying an edible to see if it could do anything for my pain levels, but also not wanting anything that even approaching "strong". I'd tried a few CBD only products and they didn't do much. Maybe an edible with THC in it too would actually do something.

Turns out that yes, taking an edible actually does help with pain. It didn't do much of anything for the muscle soreness, but it cut down on the neuropathic pain and dulled the migraine a little. It also dropped my heart rate, lowered my blood pressure and relaxed me, which hey that's all good. The entire experience of using cannabis as an edible is the complete opposite to my experience smoking cannabis. Smoking it, whether as a joint or through a bong, usually only ever made me anxious, put me on edge, and spiked my heartrate. I'm starting to wonder if that's more from the smoking part than the drug part. If the anxiety and spike in heart rate was some kind of inflammatory reaction to smoking. I've had a few nice experiences passing a joint around with friends, but every time I've tried it on my own, it's been bad vibes. I don't "do" drugs, or even drink because I'm always worried it will make me crash or feel worse somehow. So this was a really nice surprise.

[leadxxr]

| DWIGHT'S FIRST KISS |

It was adolescent Dwight's first high school party he'd ever been to. First one he'd ever even been INVITED to... And in hindsight, he should have been more skeptical. Dwight Fairfield spent his school days struggling in his studies, despite the geeky stereotype most often applied to him, and succeeded greatly in blending in with the walls like a chameleon. He felt invisible every passing day and sunk into a depression that surrounded his lack of social prowess. He was awkward & bashful... quiet & forgettable. So when he found himself awkwardly rapping on the front door of one of the quarterbacks' bougie residences, understandably a fear gripped his chest.

Everyone just stared as he entered, and he felt strangely out of place. He never lasted very long in any of the sports he tried out for, and none of these people had so much as looked in his general direction unless it was to cast silent judgment or not-so-silent jokes at his expense. He was somewhat desperate to fit in, though admittedly his desire to do so had faded. Until this invitation.

Why would he ever think that any of these kids would actually have a motive that wasn't selfish or cruel? He brushed the thought away and took a deep breath as he entered the party and was offered a red solo cup.

Without thinking, Dwight sipped at it absently as he awkwardly clung to the sidelines of the party. He could feel curious glances being cast his way, most likely students wondering why he was even here, and who in their right mind invited him.

Dwight would come to find out after his first solo cup toppled to the floor, empty, and he was dragged into a circle of students with much more social status than he could ever have. He didn't belong here, and he felt himself begin to shift in his shoes at the realization that sparked anxiety in his chest. They were going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, and Dwight was chosen to go first. Stacy, one of the more popular cheerleaders Dwight had seen in passing between classes, was chosen by an empty bottle of Jack Daniel's, and had he been less in his head, he might have noticed the perturbed look on her face as it did so.

Coos from the audience of his peers echoed in his red, ringing ears as the bulkier football players nudged and urged him out of his seated position and towards a closet door. His stomach began to churn. What even was this game? He'd certainly never played it before.

The young introvert was shuffled towards the door as another one of the football players opened it with a flair of his arm as if inviting him into a fine dining establishment. Stacy took his hand, smirked, and he felt his entire face burn with nerves.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as the door closed and he found himself immersed in darkness with one of the most beautiful girls he had been exposed to.

"U- um..." he fidgeted in the dark, adjusting his glasses nervously, though they did him no good in the pitch black.

"I-" but before he could finish, he flinched as his glasses were softly removed and he felt pressure on his thigh. Stacy had removed his spectacles and moved closer, causing an unusual pressure to build within him.

"Shhhh...." she said, taking his hand and moving it to her breast. This made Dwight's heart feel like it might explode. "Don't you want to have a little fun, Dweety bird?" she cooed affectionately. He wasn't very fond of that nickname that usually accompanied a barrage of verbal insults in the school halls, but he was too stunned to respond.

His hand shook, vibrating with nervousness as he was sure his entire face was beet red beneath the shadows. His stomach began to churn and the claustrophobic room (if he could even see it) felt like it was spinning. Sparks illuminated the darkness like tiny stars as he sat, breathless and motionless, his hand held in place by hers.

He wasn't sure what was wrong, but he suddenly felt extremely sick; nauseated and disoriented. He could feel her breath against his neck and her weight shift towards him in the small room. Eventually, he felt it against his lips, softly. His heart was vibrating violently, but so was his stomach.

What was in that drink? he started to wonder, fear now gripping him as her lips collided with his own. He felt the moisture of her tongue begin to request entry between his lips, meeting with his own briefly, but that was it before his stomach finally interrupted dangerously and he felt the horrible, hot sting of BILE rise in his throat.

Stacy screamed in pure DISGUST as the boy heaved, covering them both in vomit. Immediately, light invaded the pitch black space and blinded him, eyes struggling to adjust without his glasses. Then came another flash, blinding him for a second time as he blinked repeatedly to gather his bearings.

"Oh my God, EWWWWW!!!!" came a cry from a female bystander looking in on the pitiful scene before them -- one of Stacy's friends. There was a crowd, he could tell from the howling laughter of many voices, as Stacy pushed him away and left him there, her face sour with absolute revolt as she immediately headed for a bathroom.

Dwight felt as if he could DIE from the embarrassment... and that feeling didn't get any better as the polaroid began to float around the school the next week... Copies of it found their way into his locker, and he was haunted by the image of himself - a geeky nobody loser - throwing up on the most beautiful girl in school, his hand on her breast making him flush with embarrassment.

He wouldn't return to a high school party ever again.

[d3athanddecay1]

I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get hammered I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk I wanna get drunk

I want to get fucking wasted right now I don't want to wait another hour >:/

[jekyllnahyena]

post-war-and-palps-killer Fox is living the best of their life. ehhhhh my brain works in strange ways.

[I.D. It’s a nine panel comic of commander Fox from star wars. 

The first panel shows roller skates from behind and an unnnamed senate worker. She say: “Oh, hello, Sir.”

The second panel shows that it’s indeed Fox in the rollerblades. They wearing a sweater and heartshaped sunglasses. They have a peacock on their shoulder and mojito in hand. The worker continues: “The senate meeting is still going.” Fox answer: “Thanks. I was hoping so.”

The third panel is Fox, now on a balcony, putting their mojito down as Lord George the III, that’s the peacock, looks at them curiously.

In the fourth panel Fox has LG3 in their hands, kissing him on the head as he says: “Time to make daddy proud.” Senate meeting discussions are going on in the background.

The fifth panel shows Fox throwing LG3 in the air so the bird can fly into the middle of the senate.

The sixth panel is Fox sitting down, roller skates on the railing as they grab their drink again and light a blunt. Some unseen politician ask “-Is that a bird?”

The seventh panel shows pretty much the same thing except Fox blowing out smoke. More word are said by the politicians, somebody is being attacked by LG3 and starts screaming.

The eight panel is, again, pretty much the same, only now Fox takes a sip from their mojito. The screaming intensivies.

The ninth panel has Fox smiling as the whole senate is now realizing that they’re being attacked by a murderous peacock. Fox is living their best life. End. I.D.] 

[sugarloafvalleygirl]

Babe I’m in maryland and I’m on druugggghgs!

[baby-prophet]

do you think my roommate will rat me out about vaping in the bathroom .............

[bimiio]

<3

[halogalopaghost]

I can really judge how bad of a day I'm having based on how hard it is to get tucked in bed. Sometimes just lifting my weighted blanket to get under it is a HERCULEAN effort. Im working on coming to terms with the fact that this is not my fault.