#sober problems

[kymal]

[magicpiano]

I can't stop thinking of an AU where instead of killing Lenore Dove, Snow has her arrested for her 'crimes' and sent to the capitol to become an avox. A fate that, to her at least, is probably much worse.

Maybe Snow has her work in the tribute center too. Every year she can see Haymitch, and he can see her, but they are not able to touch, or talk. No comfort, just a reminder of what you can't have.

It is a threat, how he keeps Haymitch in line. The reminder that he can, at any time, make Lenore Dove's life worse. Haymitch spends years and years trying to think of a way to get her out, to save her, and keeps coming up with nothing. At least until the main trilogy.

Wouldn't that be, like, the worst, most fucked up, and tragic AU?

[1-800-crscnt]

sometimes i think of any of the coruscant guard having kamino-brand coping mechanisms, like maybe Thorn is getting visibly angry, is being unnecessarily rough with others, and not exactly following orders given to him by non-clones, so Fox just tells him to go lock himself in a dark broom closet until he cools off to mimic Kamino's way of dealing with that. so he does, and so do several other guardsmen over time because that's one of the only ways they know how to cope. or maybe they feel extremely bored/dissatisfied with some "easy" tasks, so they start fighting each other until they're in enough pain to make them feel like they're being useful. a majority of them probably know it's not the way people usually handle anger, but they see this as "well we're clones so that doesn't apply to us. obviously!" from being too conditioned + alone to really think otherwise (for now)

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

~ Dick Winters

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

I think we should stop giving Lance family problems and instead give everyone else family problems and then drag him into all of them as universe's most unpaid and unqualified therapist. As god intended

[viv-hollande]

While Fëanor definitely has worse crimes, I still think the crime I am angriest about is the burning of the ships of Losgar. It is the perfect combination of meaninglessness and hypocrisy and I will never forgive him for it.

The first aspect of this crime is the meaninglessness. Abandoning Fingolfin's company does nothing but create problems where none previously existed. Fingolfin, to my recollection, had no actual intention of overthrowing Fëanor, and Fëanor's convictions to the contrary are simply his own paranoid delusions. Fingolfin's company represents more than half of the host of the rebelling Noldor, and to abandon is simply folly. Perhaps it is a warning sign that the eldest and wisest son of Fëanor argued against such an action.

In addition to the meaninglessness of the move, there is also the hypocrisy. The Teleri specifically tell Fëanor that their ships are to them what the Silmarils are to him. Fëanor is presented here with the best opportunity to recognize that he has gone too far in the pursuit of the Silmarils, yet he refuses to take it. The Teleri specifically tell him that the Swan Ships are their greatest creations. "But as for our White Ships; those you gave us not. We learned not that craft from the Noldor, but from the Lords of the Sea; and the white timbers we wrought from our own hands, and the white sails were woven by our wives and our daughters. Therefore we will neither give them nor sell them for any league or friendship. For I say to you, Fëanor son of Finwë, these are to us as are the gems of the Noldor: the make of our hearts, whose like we shall not make again."

For Fëanor, greatest craftsman of the Noldor who knows more than any other what it is to have one's treasured creations stolen, to steal from another a work of craftsmanship unparalleled in their own history, is a crime incomparable in both its cruelty and it's hypocrisy. And as though theft were not enough, Fëanor proceeded to destroy these creations which could not be replicated again, even by their original creators. It is desecration and hypocrisy of the highest order. We know how Fëanor reacted to the theft of his own greatest creations; imagine how he would react to their destruction.

In short, fuck Fëanor, he deserved everything that came his way, and I hope his sons suffer in his stead.

I'm kidding. I know that they are Doomed by the Narrative, but I want Maedhros and Maglor to be happy at least.

They probably won't be.

Because I keep torturing them.

Please forgive any spelling errors, I am very drunk.

[crab-milk]

i genuinely hate being that guy but i feel like alcohol at parties ruins the mood for me and i think it’s probably because i don’t want to feel grown up in a way

[mike-wachowski]

today im thinking about nat being sober for the majority of her time in the wilderness and even as we see in the spring when they have access to berry wine and mushrooms still choosing not to drink or get high. and then leaving the wilderness and immediately turning back to drugs and alcohol. did she start getting high again to get as far away from all memories of the wilderness as she could? because everything she wanted to forget in the wilderness she remembered and felt with full clarity because she was sober the whole time ? and even then, just the feeling of being sober becoming its own reminder of everything she experienced?

[ryemiffie]

Stan Pines having canon struggles with addiction is my, as the kids say, Roman Empire

[thistransient]

Vagator, Goa

[hyde-frost]

Btw for all the people sceptical about Brilliant Minds, it's not like House but it has similarities and I don't know who lied to y'all and said the main character isn't a drug addict, but Dr. Oliver Wolf has been high in flashbacks, high at work, High FOR work, and given drugs to patients illegal drugs under the guise of "research" and it "being the right thing to do"

He's also Canonically gay and played by a gay actor.

[applesaucesims]

After work, Niall took his car a bit further than usual, following Franklin to his home that he shared with Laura. He needed somebody to talk to about his doubts, and Franklin was the one who understood the topic the most of all.

Once inside, Franklin led his friend to a sitting room and lit the fireplace. Niall's eyes immediately jumped to a bottle of whisky that had been placed on a small table in just the right position to have a relaxing night of drinking on the couch. Although he had been trying to stay away from alcohol, Franklin seemed to be making a good point that he could just have a sip or two. Surely that could not cause any issues.

After a number of whisky glasses that Niall had lost count of quite early on, he slowly opened up to Franklin about the worries he had about Louis. He told him about the dream that his son had told him about, and how that had released feelings of doubt he had been pushing away rather than working on them.

As he listened to Franklin's words of encouragement, Niall felt his head getting heavier and the world around him seemed to be getting blurrier by the minute. Suddenly, his body seemed to act on autopilot, and he pulled his friend in for a kiss, just as he was about to turn away from him.

Thankfully, though, Franklin pushed him away immediately. They might have been together like that in the past, but that was all it was - the past. Neither of them actually still had any feelings for the other, and they had moved on a long time ago.

Bringing some distance between them, Niall scooted away in embarrassment. In doing so, his eyes fell to the photograph of Franklin's partner, Maxim, whom he had actually introduced him to, and then, just above, another photograph of himself with Emma, his wife. What was he even doing here? Was it really that easy for him to slip into old habits and make it worse at that? What would she say if she saw him like this now?

[TRANSCRIPT]

Franklin: "So, may I offer you a drink? Let me just light the fireplace."

Niall: "Erm... what sort of drink?"

Franklin: "You still like whisky?"

Niall: "Uhm... technically... but I haven't had one in ages."

Franklin: "Really? I can't imagine."

Niall: "I swear! I haven't had alcohol since... some time after Louis was born?"

Franklin: "Maybe that's why you're so stressed out."

Niall: "I mean... I can't say it isn't."

Franklin: "Right, surely one glass won't kill you. To take the edge off, you know?"

Niall: "Right."

...

Franklin: "So, you're worried because of a dream?"

Niall: "You're gonna tell me it doesn't mean anything, aren't you?"

Franklin: "Maybe not, but either way... That's got nothin' to do with you in the end, does it?"

Niall: *sighs* "I don't know. I guess I just hate to face that part of myself."

Franklin: "You're never gonna find peace that way, Niall."

Niall: "I know. And I love Emma so much, but thinking about this makes me feel like a fraud." *hic*

Franklin: "That's ridiculous. You just like both, and most of all you like her. It's that simple."

Niall: "Easy *hic* for you to say."

Franklin: *laughs* "How are you this drunk already? I need to catch up! Let me just top up my glass and- Mh!"

Franklin: "Niall, stop! What the fuck are you doing!?"

Niall: "I- I don't know."

Franklin: "That's enough drinking for you then."

Niall: "I'm so sorry! I don't know what's come over me!"

Franklin: "You really need to start properly working through this shit. I'll help you if you need me to, but I'm not here for you to fool around with for some distraction."

Niall: "I know, I don't even want that from you. You know this."

Niall: "I'm so stupid! I never should have come here. I tell you, this thing is causing nothing but trouble in my life."

Franklin: "Look, it's fine. Just figure yourself out. Your damned sexual preferences are not the issue here."

Niall: "Right. I'll- I'll try my best. Thanks for the talk."

[shirleyjacksonism]

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[freshwarrior757]

They Never Learn

Amy, Britney, Miley, Justin, Aaron, Nick, Lance, Chester, and now Liam.

Some made it out alive, but many didn't.

How many more people have to go through this?

And every time, people act like they loved them all along. They act like they loved them. They tore them down and then they tried to play the victim.

[angesaurus]

It’s not a huge deal because it wasn’t like I was this big drinker, I just didn’t like how it made me feel especially the last time I drank, but today is 1 year with no alcohol and that feels pretty good!!

[blackknight-100]

More Apollo fic excerpts for you all, because I'm on a roll:

Looking at Father is hard. Apollo has learnt this early on, but Apollo is also either incorrigibly foolish, or insurmountably stubborn. Either way, he tries and tries and tries; the truth is his, and he will look into the King's eyes while he gets it.

Lightning crackles around Zeus's lashes, fine white scars upon his dark skin. He sighs unhappily, and somewhere around Cretan Ida, rain-black clouds are blown away. "Why do you ask that, child?"

"Hekate thinks it is unjust."

"Did she say that to you?"

"No."

Apollo does not mention that she said that to his sister and his mother, because that was not what Father asked. He does not speak of her grief either - the King is a forge of hot power thrumming with ill-supressed rage, a rush of deadly cloudstrike and bitter ozone under his tongue - and Apollo is... apprehensive, if not afraid.

Zeus sighs again. The rain clouds return, and drought is averted. His beard droops, and the riot of spiked hair curls into itself. "It is fate," he says. "There had to be a safe place for you to be born."

"And fate is greater than justice, then?"

"You know the Fates. You know Fate is greater than everything."

Apollo says nothing. In the following silence, father and son stare at each other, picking away at the other's minds.

As always, Father breaks first. "I could not lose you," he says. "You are to be a great god."

Perhaps Apollo should be kinder, perhaps Apollo should be blind. But he is not. Here too the Fates are unfair - he can see Ares' quiet pain, he can see Hera's righteous rage. And his memory is terrible in its divinity - a hundred thousand words of fatherly love will not wipe away all those days of his mother's tears.

Or perhaps it is not fatherly love at all. Apollo is to be a great god, a mighty cog in the automaton that is Fate, and like Hephaestus, Zeus its builder cares little for who the cogs are, or where they come from. They must only exist.

Or perhaps it is just him - Apollo, the Destroyer. Under his hands is the ruin of a hundred women, and then some more, and Hekate is one notch among many others. Perhaps Apollo blames fruitlessly, for it is his father who chased his aunt, and his birth that holds her down. Perhaps his father loves them - him and Artemis and Mother Leto, and has only sought to turn fate in their favour through his ruthlessness. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. So many chances, so many answers.

Apollo looks at Father, and does not believe even one.

"I see," he says. "Thank you for your time, Your Majesty."

Zeus-King frowns. He holds out a hand as if to call out, then drops it and turns away. "You may leave," he says, and Apollo does.