#/ achohol mention

[the-craftsman-and-mover]

I am lucky i go through alchohol quickly because

What the fuck did i build

There is a sort of klefki currently just yelping on my floor

An animate tortuga shell

And half of a golurk core included

What the shit

#pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #pokeblogging #pokemon rp #legendary pokemon #irl pkmn #pokémon irl #tw achohol mention

[evie-sturns]

drunk - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you show up to you, and your boyfriend chris's home drunk after a girls night out. chris has to take care of you in your interesting... state.

contains: fluff, mentions of alcohol, vague mentions of throwing up, crying, swearing.

a/n: i wanted to do a little mature chris fic because i dont see enough of that, i hope you guys like this!!

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tonight started as just me and 6 other friends at a club, before i left the house chris made it very clear i need to be home before midnight.

right now its 1:30 of the next morning, my friend grace is glued to my side as i cackle, watching her twerk on the dancefloor. i drag her to the bar, throwing back several more shots.

i'm not sure what time it is, or where the other 4 of my friends are but all i know is i should probably be getting home..

"graceee" i laugh, pulling out my phone and attempting to call an uber, all the text is jumbled. a girl walks by me, i grab her arm lightly and hand her my phone, "call me an uber please babe" i say to the girl, she smiles before handing my phone back shortly after,

"its coming in 10 minutes!!" she calls out over her shoulder as she walks away.

i drag grace out of the club as we laugh about nothing, the uber pulls up and we pile inside.

-

i stumble up the front porch of chris and i's house, swinging open the front door as it hits the wall with a bang, i let out a small laugh as my heels click against the wooden planks.

"chrissy!!" i yell out a stupid nickname, chris walks out from the bathroom, hes shirtless only wearing sweatpants, which sit dangerously low.

"where the fuck have you been!" chris says, his voice serious as he grips my wrist firmly.

"uh.. club? obviously," i say with an attitude.

"drop your tone, come with me." he says, pulling me down the corridor into his room.

"sit" chris says, dragging me over to the bed and gently placing me down on the end of his bed. he gets down on his knees and starts to undo the straps of my heels, pulling them off my feet. "ow christopher!! 'fuckin hurts." i whine, folding my arms

"do you know what time it is?" chris asks, "like 10pm? can you read a clock?" i reply with an eye roll, my tone slurred.

he stands up off his knees as he looks down at me on the bed, i look to the side, chris grabs my chin,

"look at me." he says, making me look up at him with the hand on my chin. he stares into my eyes,

i erupt into tears, "your mad at me and im really really sorry but i-.. i" i say as mascara starts to flow down my flushed cheeks.

chris shakes his head, closing his eyes "i'm not mad at you sweetheart." he says, picking me up off the bed and placing me on my feet,

"you wanna know what i think?" chris asks softly, i nod my head.

"i think you've had a bit too much to drink tonight, you think so too?" he says, putting my arms in the air and lifting my mini-dress up over my head,

he walks me over to his closet, pulling out a pair of my small pyjama shorts and one of his shirts, which pulls onto me.

"you look pale baby, do you feel sick?" chris says, speed-walking me into his bathroom to get off his carpet.

"yeah." i sniffle, he sits down next to the toilet on the cold marble tiles, he pulls me onto his lap where i stay on my knees.

all of the achohol i've had tonight exits my mouth into the toilet bowl, "there we are." chris says, stroking my hair as he holds it behind my head.

"good girl, your okay." he sighs, "at least all the shots are out now" he says, standing up and walking me over to the sink, leaning me over the sink and filling up his hands with water as a cup.

he pours it into my mouth with a small laugh, i swish it around before spitting it back into the sink.

"feeling a little better?" he asks, picking me up by my ass and taking me towards his bed.

"im sorry." i say, letting my head fall forward into his bare shoulder, "don't apologise, you throwing up all the drinks you've had is much better than keeping it in okay?"

i nod, he lays me down in bed before pulling the covers up over me. leaning over me as my eyelids grow heavy.

"chris.." i say quietly, my speech still slightly slurred, "yeah?" he replies "i'm sorry for being mean" i say, chris laughs,

"dont worry about it precious." he smiles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips,

"chris!!! i've just been sick!" i say, pulling away.

#sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you

[seokiloquy]

Crow Connection - Ukai Keishin

Au: Regular

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, mentions of sex-ed and well sex stuff, mentions of achohol, smoking, swearing

Word Count: 3.2k+

Karasuno looked like an old friend grown weary and tired from age. Cracks were showing on the concrete exterior like wrinkles, and algae and moss were appearing along with other stains on every face of the school possible. It was old, holding generations of stories from students that hid in its darkest corners and ran down its stretching halls. You had memories of your own inside.

The school was nearly empty. So when you opened the front doors in the middle of the day to an empty building, you weren't surprised. With it being summer break, many students had decided to take time off and go on a trip or just relax. Few groups or individuals, made up of only the most dedicated students, returned to the school for organized clubs.

You made your way through the main hall, glancing at the yearly graduation photos, hoping to find your name and face among them. It was years ago now. Nearly ten? It felt like too long ago.

Not everyone enjoyed their high school experiences. You were one of those that did. Much preferring the level of work and environment of high school in comparison to University where everyone seemed to be jumping off the deep end of the pool. You made it out, albeit shivering, soaked, and gasping for air.

Class of 2004. The picture was framed like all the others and you quickly skimmed through the portraits. Everyone looked very neutral in them like they could be a student now instead of ten years ago. That was thanks to the strict rules for photos and in school. You were glad. I never want to see leopard print again. The thought made you want to apologize to your mom for insisting on buying all those fur-trimmed accessories and leopard everything that quickly fell out of trend within two years.

"You're here!" The vice-principal panted as he jogged down the hall from the office. His cheeks were red, likely from the heat, and his toupee bounced on his head.  You stifled a laugh. The tackiness must have failed because of the sweat. “Come in and join us in the teacher's lounge. Everyone’s taking a break from clubs because of the heat.”

“Is there air conditioning in the lounge?”

“No, it broke this morning. But there is ice.”

You cringed, wiping the back of your thumb underneath your nose. “Pleasant. Lead the way.”

He continued to pull on the collar of his shirt while walking you the rest of the way down, fanning himself.

Everyone in the teacher's lounge seemed to be melting into the chairs beside one who frantically scurried around, saying something about needing a wide paint brush that she swore was in one of her cabinets. Art teacher, you guessed, probably holding an art club. Once found, she rushed toward the exit, smiling at you as she left.

“This is your desk here, should you use it,” the vice-principal said as he gestured to a corner cubical while he found a napkin to wipe his forehead. 

“Ah yes, my home base. I don’t presume I have a classroom of my own, do I?”

 “No, but there are a couple of spare classrooms should you need to book the space for a health lesson, and the clubrooms have an additional office for when you need it.”

That made you feel bad for the other teachers, who were left to only a classroom and cubical. Just as the thought left you, the other teachers began to pack themselves together and make their way back to whatever club they were supervising.

“Should I go take a look at the gym and club rooms then?” you smiled.

“Smart ideas, you can get reacquainted with the space. Takeda!”

A man with glasses lifted onto his hairline and green track jacket over his shoulders looked over from the other end of the room. He swayed over, dazed from the heat, before bowing in front of you. You reciprocated the gesture, noticing the bags of ice he had hidden behind his legs.

“Takeda here is the coach of the boy's volleyball team; he can bring you down to the gym.”

“Sir, I’m more of a supervisor. Ukai does the actual coaching.” Takeda flushed and shifted his weight. Behind him, the ice clinked together. You blinked at the new name.

“Ah right, I still have to work on paying that man. It would probably be easier to have him added to the staff. I’ll do that now.”

“I’m sure he’d appreciate that.” Takeda smiled as the vice president walked off into what you guessed was his office before turning your way. “Shall we get going then?”

“Sure. Should I grab some more ice?”

Takeda paused, lifting the bags of ice to his chest with an open mouth, thinking. “You know, that might be smart.”

You grabbed three bags of ice, which made Takeda baulked slightly before sighing about being surrounded by athletes all the time.

Once you got to the gym, the smile on your face grew exponentially. Like the rest of the school, it looked worse for wear, but the content feeling in your stomach grew. 

“Ah, old friend.”

“You were a student here, right?”

“Years ago, I finished all my schooling, though, and immediately came back.”

The doors to the gym were wide open, letting in any fresh air that would come by.

“Normally, people want to leave their home towns and never return.”

“Eh, well, there are things I left behind and nowhere else felt like home.”

A raspy voice —loud but sounding drained and worn out— yelled at some of the other people in the gym while you followed Takeda inside. 

“Crow Connection?!”

“Ah, fuck.”

You dropped your pounds of ice next to the door, stalking toward the man. He frowned, the skin beneath his eyes pulling down with his mouth. You gripped his arm and began wrestling him around, tucking back and forth like a ragdoll with a broken voice box.

“Come on, Weakling, give me something here.”

“How do you still have so much energy?” The man groaned once you finally managed to make him hunch over, wrap your arm over his shoulder, and dig your hand into his hair.

“I get paid for having energy. Wow, you’ve let this grow out. It looks good, but I still think black suits you more. Now, who are these kids?” You grinned at the faces that turned your way like mannequins in a window.

“Boy’s volleyball team.”

“Ya, no kidding, but who are they?”

Takeda, who had put the ice into a cooler with help from a blonde girl, suggested a water break.

While the players grabbed their bottles and chunks of ice, the girl, who you learned was called Yachi, quickly rattled off each of the other students names for you and their years and positions before joining them on their break.

Takeda returned to your side soon after, green jacket discarded. “So you two know each other?”

“He’s my best friend!”

“I thought I escaped this six years ago. Why are you even here?”

“I’m the new physical education teacher!”

Ukai gave Takeda a confused look.

“Mr. Takeshi retired early.”

“Hey, Shinshin, don’t look so glum. This is good news!”

“Why do you still remember all these nicknames?” He groaned.

“Cause you’re my favourite person of course!”

As a phys-ed teacher you knew you’d have to step up in certain ways. Sure, making sure teenagers got their exercise in was one thing, and making sure they weren’t injured was another, but you knew teens pretty well, you were one not too long ago. But the one section you knew you had to exceed expectations, even if it went against the laid out materials and could get you a number of calls from angry parents, was sex education.

You were a teen once after all, you knew what teens were like.

You sectioned off two weeks just for classroom learning. The kids weren’t fond of it at first, so you had to promise including fun games, between their bi-weekly physical tests (which were to track how far and long they could run, how strong they were, and how flexible). 

The first week was for physical health, starting with food and exercise, then into basic injuries that they may encounter day to day or while exercising, how to assess their pain, and following steps. Then toward the end of the week it went into explanations of more traumatic injuries, and how to handle a few in emergency situations along with the suggestion of them getting cpr training among other things (a few students came up to you afterward to learn more about the certification, which you were happy to provide). The last day was reserved for mental health.

If the first week was dull, the second week had students up in the ceiling like helium went to their heads. Sex education: they needed it, every single gory detail, everything your teachers never taught you when your were their age. It was fun until the topic had changed from anatomy, sex safety, and gender and sexuality to STDs and STI’s, pregnancy, and sexual assault. Again, you used the Friday for mental health.

When you told them you were going over everything, they didn’t believe you.

You never tested them on their knowledge, hoping that keeping themselves healthy would be enough of a reason to pay attention, and instead answered their questions, in front of the class or in private. The spare club room was being used more often than you had expected.

It drained them mentally, you could practically see the clouds stirring over their heads when they left class the last day. But it was worth it once you saw their smiles upon being rewarded with dodgeball the following Monday, even if they were playing in the blistering heat.

Word had spread among students and you even had one’s you did teach coming to ask you questions between classes.

Ukai stared at you with squinted eyes while you stood before him and Takeda during their water break.

“You told them they could have sex in your office.”

“No… I said I had condoms in my office and if you needed anything they could ask me for the key so long as they brought it back by the end of the day.” You grinned.

“You told them they could have sex in your office.”

“As if we didn’t.”

Takeda snorted, interrupting the back and forth. “You may want to keep your voices down, the kids might hear you.”

Ukai huffed. “Not like it matters, they’re already having sex in the spare club room.”

“I put a couch just in case.”

“Of course you did.”

You were in the gym’s storage room during club time holding a soccer ball between your knees with a manual pump in hand when Ukai found you.

“This ball has popped,” you said, taking the needle out of it and tossing it to the side where it bounced with a sad thump.

“Grab another then,” he said while grabbing the basket of volleyballs.

You pointed in the direction you had just tossed the ball seconds earlier. “They’re all popped.”

In the corner was a small pile of deflated balls laying like they too had too much of the heat.

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna have to make orders on a bunch of equipment. Do you need anything for volleyball? I haven’t looked at that yet.”

Ukai shook his head. “We got a bunch of new stuff after proving our worth and getting to nationals. It took some community funding and a grant, but we managed to replace all the old stuff that couldn’t keep up with the monsters. The track team does well every year too, so the track is never out of shape and they’ve always got what they need.”

You laughed, throwing your head back and seeing the webs that built into the corners of the room. “There’s so much to do. I think some of this stuff is from our time and even then they were like antiques. Makes me wonder if we’re gonna outlive this place and watch it crumble.”

Ukai pushed the basket into the gym, letting it roll into the empty space before coming to sit across from you. He nudged your leg with the sole of his shoe. “This place has a solid foundation. There will be ups and downs with every new year as there always has been, but it’s not falling any time soon.”

You retaliated by shoving your heel into his shin. He cursed and rolled onto his back, holding the abused spot. “Don’t go breaking on me then, we got to grow old with this place.”

“Sure, sure just stop kicking me.”

“I didn’t kick you, it was more of a stomp, a sideways stomp.”

Rolling back to sit straight, he glared at you. “Like that makes a difference.”

“It makes all the difference. Plus, it was playful, not aggressive.”

“You’re going to put me in an early grave.”

“Nah, you’re smoking will do that. But don’t worry, you won’t get rid of me that easily, I’ll be buried right next to ya.”

“Great.”

There was a pause and the two of you looked into the empty gym where the warm sun shone through the skylights to hit the wood floor. It was quite a pretty sight, gentle and nostalgic.

“Let’s get married here.”

“Shut up.” Ukai looked down to his lap with an amused huff. “You’d deserve something better. Someone better.”

“Eh, I have a taste for mediocrity.” :D :)

“Hey,” he protested, shoving your shoulder backwards. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Oh, say it again.”

“I’m happy that you’re here again.”

You gralled onto your knees and stalked toward him. There was a sharp smile tugging on your lips that made him internally sigh and cringe.

“One more time.”

“Nope, I said nothing.”

“Oh come on.”

Ukai couldn’t help but smile.

Hinata, for what it was worth, wasn’t a bad student in your class. In fact, he was one of your favourites, eager to learn as much as he could to maintain and improve his physical health. Part of you thought that he appreciated the loose grading approach you took that gave him the opportunity to use what he’d learned rather than be tested on it. But it seemed that he was just always eager to be active in some way.

The boy, not aiming to go to university, spent most of his free time researching everything surrounding athletic health, and his sport of choice. You didn’t think he’d be interested in beach volleyball at first, but after an enthused explanation, you understood.

With that understanding, you couldn’t help but go out and buy some cookbooks for the class, giving him your ‘personal’ copies that he could take home.

It made Ukai sigh. “You’re gonna steal my job,” he said after you handed the third-year the books before a club practice.

“I hardly think meal plans are a part of our occupations. But knowing the both of us, we care too much to not.”

Ukai huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Takeda grinned. “We don’t get paid enough for it but we do anyway. Of course not everyone does, but they are the ones that put their relationship with their pupils in jeopardy. It’s the role of a mentor, not just a teacher.”

“Hmm, mentor, I like that. Takeda, do you think I could get the kids to call me master or something?”

The older man laughed. “If you can make it a joke, I'm sure they’d play along.”

Ukai grumbled, “Don’t encourage them.”

“Oh, come on, weakling. You could be my protégé.”

“Who’s to say I wouldn’t be the master, huh?”

“I’m the one with the degree.”

“Let's drink to see who’s better than.”

“You’re a drunkard, I can't beat you at a drinking game!”

Takeda, too amused to end the bickering, called the players together and sent them off to warm up without Ukai’s assistance.

The last time you saw him, back in highschool, his hair had still been buzzed almost completely off and you were about a week away from moving to Tokyo while his plans were to help his grandmother by taking over the shop his family owned. Your departure didn’t feel sudden or leave you feeling homesick, but while you never had thought you’d ever not be a part of Ukai’s life you couldn’t help but notice the gaping hole in your memories where you weren’t around in his life.

You never got to see his hair grow out or get dyed blond, or watch his stubble grow out. You weren’t around to try and prevent his cigarette addiction, or drag him out to play whatever sport was on your mind for the week. You weren’t there to comfort him when his grandfather, the biggest, most important person in his life, had to be taken to the hospital due to his gradually worsening health. It felt like your puzzle pieces had been worn down in different environments and didn’t fit together like before.

Home had changed into something you weren’t quite familiar with.

“Kei, you should stop working on the farm. You’ll break your back.”

“I need to make money to make up for not being at the shop while I’m with the team. I’ve been doing it for over two years now, it’s fine.” He grumbled, flipping the page of his newspaper with a puff of smoke.

With a huff, you pinched the man's cheeks, tilting his head up, and pulled the burning cigarette out from between his lips. “You’re gonna look like you're an old man by the time you’re 30.”

“I’m only 28.” Ukai’s eyes followed you while you walked over to the ashtray by the window and smushed the rest of the stick into a pulp. He gulped, turning his head down to the newspaper only to find he couldn’t read it.

When you returned, Ukai's fingers tightened on the paper. He waited, keeping his eyes on the news, but following your movements in his peripherals. You sat back down beside him, resting one of your feet on the shelves behind the counter. “That’s only two years away.”

You were smirking at him.

“Oh, fuck off. I don’t look that old.”

“Tell that to your smoking wrinkles.” Ukai jumped when the pad of your thumb dragged across the skin around his mouth, as if trying to massage the lines away like they were makeup.

He met our eyes, desperately trying to not let them flicker down to your lips that he knew were smiling gently at him. Ukai whispered, “There’s still a pack in my pocket.”

Keeping his eyes on yours, he felt your other hand trail down his side and into the pocket of his apron were the nearly finished pack sat. You stole it, and slid it down the counter behind you, out of reach from him.

“Gone.” Your breath was warm on his cheeks.

“I own a convenience store, you’ll have a hard time stopping me from grabbing another.”

“I guess I’ll just have to stick around then.”

His eyes closed at the feeling of your smile against his own.

So Keishin Ukai (烏養 繋心) can translate to Crow Connection (roughly) and I nearly cried so ya. Just some fluff for Ukai. 

Also, my Harry Potter phase is back in full swing. 

And I have to do multiple interviews on American news stations, yay. 

Kiwi and I also realised that we are kind of on opposite sides on the vampire/werewolf coin… it’s not hard to guess who’s who. - Bacon

Lmao it really isn’t that hard - kiwi

Posted: 05/06/2022

#ukai keishin #ukai x reader #ukai keishin x reader #Haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #x reader #oneshot #oneshots #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu reader insert #reader insert #aus #haikyuu aus #fluff #haikyu #haikyu x reader #anime x reader #anime

[owlclawstudios]

Tw : death of a  family member, war and mention of achoholism and smoking.

6 November 1916 

Henry woke up as the sun was rising and heard roosters crowing throughout his hometown since his elder brother Christopher was away fighting in World War One. 

Because his mother's drinking and smoking have gotten worse owing to stress, eight-year-old Henry leaned against the wind and hoped that his brother would return home safely. 

Henry overheard Evelyn, his mother, sobbing. 

She cried out and knelt down. 

"Christopher is dead, Gabriel, Henry's father, exclaimed. "What the fuck happened?" He asked.

He's dead christophers dead! "She cried. 

Gabby's eyes enlarge. "oh god!!! No!!! No, not my son! "He gave her a hug. 

Wide-eyed and in denial, Henry was in shock. His face was dripping with tears. When his younger sister Bonnie began to cry, she was only five years old., 

Although she didn't fully comprehend death, she was aware that Christopher would not be coming back. 

Henry held her while also crying. 

Henry, who was close to Christopher and wished to be a good brother to Bonnie, kept his mouth shut throughout his funeral. 

It was raining as they lowered Henry's brother's casket into the ground, and Henry's mother was in tears. His father comforted her while holding an umbrella. 

Christopher Eugene Stein.

born : March 8, 1897. 

Died : November 3, 1916.  A loving son, brother and brave soul to fight in battle.

Henry was forever crushed by this loss.

#Tw death #henry stein #christopher stein #bonnie stein #evelyn stein #Gabriel stein #bendy and the ink machine #tw ww1 #tw funeral #bendy and the dark revival

[lotldraws]

how does one cope with rebels ending

buddy i dunno but im 3 drinks in and it’s a monday

#achohol mention #Anonymous #askolotl

[remuslupininskirts]

Don’t do school, stay in drugs, and get 8 hours of achohol.

- remus lupin while very very drunk

#remus lupin #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius black #james potter #harry potter #tw achohol #achohol #tw drunk #tw drugs #drugs mention #drugs tw #drunk #hp marauders #incorrect hp quotes #young remus lupin #remys text posts #moony #bi remus

[dragontidess]

My parents left me to go drink champaigne and I forgot where my room was please help

#IVE GONE TO EEVRREY FLOOR HELP ME #symphony says #parentals #achohol mention

[leederpfucker]

Okay??????

I guess Retrotigerz's Puffer is more accurate than I thought

#projectarrhythmia #project arrhythmia #projectarrhythmiablackheart #pa puffer #tw achohol mention #tw depression

[mote-of-ash]

she’s too slammed to screw her own damn head on

#callie #OC #robot #gynoid #achohol mention #Ashy Art #art

[endless-shipper-shipping-things]

‪USPS be like that drunk friend who you don’t see for 3 hours and then she calls and says she is at a completely other bar across town. So you are just wondering how the hell she got there and where exactly she is at.

#tw: achohol mention #USPS

[dontdropthejam]

GATHER ROUND CHILDREN IT'S TIME TO HEAR ABOUT THE SPOOKY TOWN OF CUMBERLAND BC AND IT’S NEIGHBOURS.

FORBIDDEN PLATEAU. A creepy fucking place on the lower area of Mount Becher. Even before I learned it's history, the abandoned Lodge half buried in the ground and the abandoned hut at the top of the slope already scared the piss out of me. BUT turns out there's actually a REASON that place should make me fear the paranormal bitches of the night. Because the white people of Vancouver Island's decided to keep up their reputation of being shitbags, slavery used to be way too common among the coastal tribes, who really just wanted to be left alone. Komox (Comox now) were soon threatened by this, and went ‘Aw fuck let's make sure our women and children are safe at least’ and sent them up to the Plateau. But apparently there was some sort of attack from the Cowichans, and everyone living up there was just… Gone. Vanished. So now, everyone's pretty damn sure the place has a bunch of evil spirits who had basically eaten everyone that had been up there. But for some reason @thecrazyfanthing had her birthday up there anyways because she's fucking bonkers. COMOX AVENUE. It's a road in… Comox. Which, along with Courtney, is quite close to Cumberland, so these next few would make sense in here. Once upon a time, a First Nations woman was married (Or engaged, sources vary) to a white pioneer man. She disappeared one day, and people are pretty sure that mother fucker MUDERED her. What a fucking asshole wow. For quite a while, a ghost people called Dancing Mary (Because if there's a ghost lady it HAS to be called Mary) walked the avenue. I say walked. She danced. As the name implies. She's apparently beautiful, and constantly shrouded in a blue mist. The last known sighting of her (That I could find) was during WWII when a soldier rode his bike through the weird mist, as you do, and said it was real fucking cold. Good to know. SIWASH HILL ROAD AND CEMETERY. Courtney, but also listed as being in Comox as well? Huh. Obviously, this things a creepy motherfucker. It has a green cloud mist thing, because mist is important in ghosty times. But the one that really creeps me out is the ghost of a woman with no arms or legs? And a… Really scary face? Boy that's fun. A lot of people think she was killed in an inter-tribal battle hundreds of years ago, because humans just seem to have a habit of being nasty to each other. Good news for me (Or bad, depending on how brave I'm feeling) is that apparently some road crew found her skeleton and she's stopped haunting the cemetery. Whether this means she's finally at peace or she's now so pissed that she's laying in wait for the perfect moment to strike and fuck our shit up for disturbing her, is not something I really want to think about this late at night. Also I used to pass this shit everyday on my way to school with NO IDEA so that's fun. SANDWICK MANOR. Fuck I love this one. It's this house in Cumberland (Though some sources say Courtney because this Valley apparently can't make up it's mind about it's own fucking geography) that's haunted by ‘Aunt’ Anna Duncan. She’s a super sweet ghost who died in 1927 and decided ‘actually no fuck that I'm gonna stick around and be super chill’. Most people who have known her ghost adore her. She appeared to a twelve year old girl in 1938, and told her that her family was safe. I… Don't know what she meant by that? Maybe I'll stop by the museum soon to check out the records again. See if that says anything. Sixty years later, the girl's sister saw her too. Not sure what happened then. Also… MISTY GLOW. You always need it guys. I don't remember the details and don't have the information on me right now, but at some point the house was going to be demolished. But people fought for it to stay, citing Aunt Anna as a reason to keep it. And they WON! It was nice to hear that while we were reading up on it, believe me. I now have an emotional attachment with ol’ Aunt Anna. OLD HOUSE RESTAURANT. A restaurant in Courtenay that seems to be haunted by a poltergeist by the name of Lena, who had been a maid for the place back when it was a house. She drowned in a river close by. Fun. Luckily, she doesn't seem to be as big of an asshole as most of her spirit type. She's reported as being playful, lighting and extinguishing candles, pulling on people's hair, all that good good chaotic neutral fun. CADDY. A motherfucking SEA MONSTER. I did not know this was a thing until this moment and I'm very happy about it. Either swims the Campbell River, or just the general coasts of Vancouver Island. Or both. Probably both. It has a specific name when referred to as being in the river in particular. ‘Klamahtossaurus’. Please don't make me say that. Some people think it's an oarfish? But let me believe guys. There's more, like the Bickle House and the Japanese Cemetery, but this is already too long as is, and I still have one more tale I'd love to share. About two or three years ago, during one of my parents Christmas parties, a drunk woman who I cannot fully remember for the life of me, told me a story of a forest spirit in the woods just behind my house. He’s the spirit of a young man, twenty or so, who killed himself in that forest. Now he just… Stays there. Sometimes he appears as a person, or at least humanoid, and sometimes he takes on the shape of a deer, rabbit, or even a tree or the wind. She told me he wasn't dangerous or violent, so that's good to know. But he likes to sing. And speak to people on the trails, usually in his wind form so it's just whisper they can barely make out. She didn't tell me his name. Or if she did, I don't remember it. None of the research I tried produced anything. Maybe this is another museum trip case? SO. There was my not so brief lecture on my hometowns folklore! Hope you enjoyed this clusterfuck, and if you did, good news! @spittin-out-the-damons and I are going to start a little myths and legends podcast, a la @spiritspodcast style! With less liquor. So keep an eye out for that! Happy haunting my dudes.

#folklore #cumberland be #Canada #Vancouver island #ghosts #spirits #stories #creepy #horror #/ suicide mention #/ achohol mention #/ racism #*cumberland BC #not be #this is a good good town

[werelywrites]

Anders x Reader. Family can’t leave well enough alone.

Hello! Tryna get back into writing! and it’s an Almighty Johnsons x reader fanfic!

What can I say @laurfilijames @blairsanne @sketch-and-write-lover

@i-did-not-mean-to and @midearthwritings all got me inspired to write something! Thank ya lovelies!! you guys inspire me and i ADORE yall! now, none of yall need to read this if ya donnae want to, thats not why i’m tagging yall. i’m just tagging yall cuz of the acknowledgement of how awesome and sweet yall are!!

A/N: I should let ya know that I’ve only just finished season one of Almight Johnsons so this takes place after season one since i don’t know the events after obviously. Also characters might be a bit OOC maybe? i’m rusty. Anders Johnson x Fem!Reader. implications of Dawn x Ty but only if ya lookin, I promise Midearthwritings, Ty can and is all yours!!!

Warnings: PG13. Some adult themes mentioned. i.e. sex, drugs, achohol. reader uses sign language too (you know, my usual brand of reader if youre familiar with my old writing) NO Y/N used (or anything of the like). I’m also terribly american so i’m unfamiliar with new zealand speech patterns, i’m sorry!!

I’m rusty at writing but enjoy!!

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Anders had been acting strange. Well, strange for Anders, normal for others, was the more accurate description. 

Dawn had been seeing subtle signs of his abnormal behaviour but it was just that-subtle-that she wasn’t 100% sure what she was noticing was actually anything. So when she stopped by Ty’s business for lunch, Mike and Olaf were also there crushing his couches it seemed, she mentioned to them Anders’ behavior as of late to see if they’d validate her thoughts that he was, in fact, indeed acting strange.

The biggest tell was whenever Dawn and him would go to some PR function. Normally Anders would leave with someone else, even if Dawn was the one that drove with him to the party in the first place (he’d always let her know to get a cab though which she appreciated). But lately he’s leaving with her or separately, just not WITH anyone. At least no one that she encountered.

This behaviour wasn’t completely unheard of with him but it was only on occasion, but now it’s every time, at every party. 

Oh, he was still a big flirt, that didn’t change. He’d be flirting up some model and she’d be getting a little too handsy with him that Dawn would think that they’d run off somewhere together to have sex, like he normally would do. But instead he’d back off and move on to socialize a different person, or just completely leave the party! 

On top of that, he wouldn’t seem put out as if he somehow scored out. Quite the opposite, he always seemed to want to leave immediately, like he was impatient to be somewhere else.

Another thing she noticed was, although Anders is normally very secretive in the first place, he was even more so recently. She never really knew what Anders was up to until it became pertinent to her, so it wasn’t too terribly strange. Especially when it came to family stuff. 

But at least when it was family stuff, Ty would let her know so she at least knew that Anders was doing something for/with the family. Recently though, he's been actively sneaking out. Practically always unavailable and it’s never for family stuff as it were.

The most subtle hint that something was off was he was smiling more, legitimately smiling too! 

If Dawn hadn’t known him as well as she did she never would have noticed. 

He’d be humming something while researching something for work. Suddenly would have a goofy smile while in the middle of paperwork. All small actions that Dawn would have thought, “they’re in love” with any other human being except Anders. And yet…

His brothers and cousin also seemed to agree that something was up to Anders, however they all chalked it up to that he must just be on some new drug or bringing in girls when Dawn’s not paying attention.

However they changed their mind immediately when Dawn threw in the big whammy of weirdness.

“That’s just how he is currently, you should have seen him just before. That was strange by itself but with how he’s acting now...Somethings wrong.” she said.

“Few months back, when you had suddenly dumped me for no reason,” she looked at Ty who gave her an apologetic look whilst squeezing her hand. “He was acting normal. A bit grumpy from something going on with you all. I imagine something was happening family wise at least since all of you were acting a bit strange.” Luckily, Dawn didn’t notice Ty cringing. 

“After things seemed to smooth over whatever it was, a few weeks later, suddenly it was like he went cold turkey, he was extremely irritable and yet excited about something all the same.” She had a contemplated look for a moment before stating, “like how single people who haven’t been in a relationship in a while start dating someone, now that I think about it.”

Mike scoffed, “That’s not possible. Anders doesn’t do dating.”

“It’s how he was acting though! Or at least the only way to describe how he was acting... Anyways the oddest thing happened after that. I had stayed at the office real late one night to finish some work. Mrs. Clancey had some bad publicity stunt gone wrong and we, and by we, I mean me, had to dig into some camera files to...” Dawn looked up and saw Ty looking amused and Mike looking impatient, “not important, sorry tangent. I was staying late when Anders stumbled in real sloshed, but not his usual good mood way. He was grumbling and groaning saying things like “what’s he got that I don’t” and “I can’t change how I am”  and quite frankly acting ‘oh woe is me’ and rejected. I have never seen him like that.” Which, going off of the exchanged shocked looks, they too never seen Anders like that. “He remembered nothing the next day and changed the subject when I tried to ask him where he was and what could have made him act so... rejected. Or dumped really, was close to how he was acting that evening.”

The four of them sat in silence taking in all the info Dawn had described.

It was then agreed that the second brother needed a little visit from everyone.

And that’s how they, along with Axl, found you. In Anders’ apartment. 

Having a snack on the couch watching some show on the tv in comfy clothes as if you lived there. Eyes wide with surprise. 

You obviously were caught off guard that anyone other than Anders had walked into the front door. You had hoped, in the back of your mind, that these people were friends of his. Seeing how they had a key. 

Your shoulders relaxed once you saw Dawn though. You knew who she was and figured the others must also be friends or family. You wiped your fingers from your snack and waved, trying to alleviate the tension since they too seemed caught off guard by you as well. 

Turning off the tv you rose up off your seat and signed, he’ll be home soon. You gestured towards the seats as you started to go towards the kitchenette before continuing, have a seat. I’ll get more snacks and drinks if you like? 

With their now even further shock from seeing you signing at them, it dawned on you that these people don’t understand you. Idiot you signed to yourself.

“Uh hello. Is Anders in?” Ty’s eyes shifted to Dawn trying to see if she recognized you. In which she shook her head in negative. 

You also shook your head while grabbing a notebook and pen nearby and let the arrivals know that Anders would be back shortly. You offered them drinks and snacks as well.

Olaf was the first to recover and agreed to a drink “we'll just wait for Anders.” He approached you with kindness in his eyes, “I’m Anders’ cousin, Olaf.” He offered his hand, which you took smiling up at him in greetings. He introduced the others as they too took seats in the living room. Writing in the notepad and then signing your name, you introduced yourself as well before continuing to prepare Anders’ family drinks.

Although every single one of them at one point or another has walked in on Anders while he’s had some sort of fling in his apartment before, you in particular were very strange. For one, the way you moved about in his apartment was like it was your house and two, Anders wasn’t there. He’d never let any stranger be in his apartment alone. And yet there you were. 

While everyone was still quite confused, Axl, who was briefed along with way, and Dawn started to see the big picture. How interesting, Axl thought, that Anders would be falling for someone who doesn’t speak. 

Opposites attract was what Dawn was grinning about.

 “So what's Anders doing anyways?” Axl asked, watching you head over towards him with a drink.

Not sure, he said something about a client needing a last minute meeting and getting wine or something. 

After handing him his drink you started to get the notebook again when Axl signed, thank you, before saying,  “sorry you went too fast and a lot of signs i don’t recognize” he took a gulp of vodka to wash away his sheepishness. “Caught on the ‘not sure’ and ‘meeting’ though.”

Dawn gasped in delight, “you understand sign, Axl?”

“A little, not much, took a class in Uni last semester.”

You bounced on the balls of your feet with your excitement, careful not to spill anything.

Ty, now being handed his drink, gave a smile of thanks, “it’s impressive you retained any of that knowledge with how much you partied.”

“Hey!”

Ah, you thought, this is nice! Anders’ family is so lovely. No wonder he does what he can to take care of them. Even if it’s in his own odd-turned-around-Anders-kind-of-way. 

Mike cleared his throat, gaining all eyes on him, “so. Why are you here.” 

You blinked more at the subtle suspicious, hostile tone than the question. His eyes piercing yours, giving you the impression you were looking at the eyes of a hunter. “Anders never leaves his one night stands alone in his apartment, so clearly you’re not that.” 

You winced slightly. You weren’t ignorant of how Anders is, you know he plays loose and fast in the sex department and you accepted that long ago. But you weren’t sure what in that comment made you hurt slightly. That Mike seemed to think you were a one night stand or that you weren’t “good enough” to be Anders’ usual type of gal that he would bring as a one night stand. 

Or, you told yourself trying to make a more positive light on Mike’s words, maybe he thinks you are better than a one night stand!

With that better thought now running in your head, you rose your hands to respond, when the front door swung open quickly. 

“Sorry that took so long, there are just some people that can talk a lot and yet say absolutely nothing at the same ti….” midword thrown off as Anders took in his living room/kitchenette. 

The very people he never wanted in the same room as you (at least not yet) are in the same room as you. 

You gave him a sheepish look just before he shut his eyes in a very “fuck my life” fashion before opening them with annoyance at his family.

“I see you’ve barged in without notice.”

“Well you’ve been quite busy lately so we wanted to check up on you. Your friend here was kind enough to keep us company ‘til you arrived,” Anders really hated how Mike could sound both condescending and smug at times.

Yes, your family is very lovely babe! They’re very kind! You tried to calm his irritation while trying to also shake off the slight hurt a bit ago by assuring him, misunderstanding his concern about meeting his family. 

You hadn’t known it wasn’t their opinion of you or your opinion of them that was why he kept you a secret but rather his concern was his family’s opinion of him was what he didn’t want you to be exposed to. The relationship was still oh so new. He knew you weren’t ignorant of how he is-was-and he had finally convinced you he was serious about you and him, he didn’t need his family to put that doubt back into your head.

You should have kicked them out sweetheart, he signed as he made his way towards you. Kissing your temple as he passed to put the bottle of wine in his hand on the wine rack, earning a cute giggle his way. He didn’t acknowledge the slight gasps and awed looks from the others. 

“Now. As you can see I’m doing more than fine. Thank you for your concern, it is much unneeded at this moment. If you could just head out that’ll be much appreciated.” 

He’ll have to be more careful now that they know of you. And judging from the proud/cutesy looks he’s getting from Dawn and Axl, he knows that they won’t leave well enough alone. 

The insecurities he has of you leaving him very much taking over his thoughts. First things first. Get them out of his house and spend a very passionate night with you to assure you he’s the only one for you.

#the almighty johnsons #anders johnson #anders x reader #anders johnson x reader #fem!reader #reader uses sign language #Ty Johnson #axl johnson #mike johnson #olaf johnson #almighty johnsons Dawn #werelywrites #god i'm rusty #but it was nice to actually try to writing something #yall are so sweet #thank ya for being awesome #yall write so good #and so fast!! #i need to read more of yalls stuff #i guess this is more of a thank ya to yall in a way

[genshin-vibing]

Masterlist

Beidou:

Romantic HCs

Ningguang:

|warning : suggestive|Romantic HCs

Fischl:

Crush HCs

Jean:

Friendship HCs

Xinyan:

Friendship HCs

Bennet:

Friendship HCs

Lisa:

|warning : suggestive| romantic HCs

| warning: achohol mentions| Tavern date with Lisa

Venti:

moonlit highride |warning: drugs|

For random headcannons check out

#📎headcannons

For my brainstorms check out

#📎brainstorm

#📎masterlist #📎headcannons #📎brainstorm #📎beidou #📎 ningguang #📎jean #📎xinyan #📎bennet #📎fischl #📎venti #📎lisa

[forthereaderinserts]

Oooo~ Is it time to make Dadkashi suffer but then boost him back up with fluff? I'm in. Can I get how he reacts/hcs about Y/N going missing on a mission in one of the other countrys or some island. Turns out something horrible went wrong with the mission and Y/N was stranded for months but survived in the wild. When they finally make their way back they have a few scars, but all in all made it out pretty fine and just wants to go home? I mostly wanna know how Kakashi copes and how he reacts.

I did this one after the Shino one to up the angst factor >:)

Severe depression CWs

Mentions of achoholism, drinking, and suicidal thoughts

If you or a loved one are struggling with any of these issues or thoughts please call a hotline and look for any available mental health services in your area

If there are none, look for a call or text center

Mental illness is no joke and should not be played off

If you are sensitive to these topics please ignore this post or contact one of the moderators and we can discuss a course of action

This is your final warning to turn away

~|~|~

Kakashi was finally ready. He has let go of what happened, everyone has healed, both mentally and physically, and he can let you go on a mission without being sent into a panic attack.

That's what he told himself 5 months ago. Before you left the village with a wide grin on your face, so very excited to get your own mission to a different country. Finally away from his protective grasp. He can still feel the warmth of your hug when he tries to sleep, it's the only thing keeping him even somewhat sane.

He had been put on temporary leave by Tsunade around two months ago. His behavior had spiralled out of control and he was deemed unfit to teach a class or go on missions. He wasn't the only one affected though. You're old team members were struggling to hold onto that last bit of hope, you're current team were taking less and less missions. It just didn't feel right without their fifth teammate.

Shino, your boyfriend, was absolutely heartbroken. He had felt such a connection with you, and even if you hadn't been dating long, he truly loved you. His mood was even reflected in his bugs behavior. They were slower and less active; they hardly ever cooperated.

Kakashi was definitely the most affected by it all. Though the search efforts never stopped completely, they had slowed down after no messages were received about your whereabouts. He had taken up drinking when Tsunade told him that the chances of you being found alive, if at all, were severely slim to none. He couldn't handle coming home to where you had shared so many memories. Your room still smelled like you, even after all this time.

He spent time at the bars to avoid going home, he had even considered moving to erase all traces of you from his life. But he figured you would be confused and upset by that when you got home, because you were coming home. You had to be...

By the sixth month, Kakashi was a shell of the man he once was. He never bothered wearing his mask, it only got in the way of the bottle, and was a nuisance when he suddenly had to throw up. His face was pale and gaunt, he hadn't been eating much, the most he consumed was strong liquor and instant ramen. He had severe bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and he moved so slow you would have no idea he was the copycat ninja, if it weren't for the greasy mop of silver hair. Speaking of, when was the last time he took a shower, or even just brushed and cut his hair.

All his friends had given up trying to talk him out of his depression. Each time they had tried, he yelled at them that they had no idea what it was like to loose a child. To have them in your life, just for them to be snatched away. Never to be seen again. They couldn't argue with him, they had no idea. All of their students were still there, sad, but still around and alive.

He had gotten to the point where, after the drinking stopped numbing him and just made him feel worse, he would stare blankly at a wall for hours. He had no idea what to do without you. You were his child, not related by blood, but he had the papers to prove it. He loved you more than anything, even life itself. Maybe... maybe if you were really worth more to him than life, he shouldn't be here...

No, no he has to stay alive for when you come back. You are fine! It's just, taking a little longer than expected... A lot longer than expected. 7 months longer than expected...

~|~

The last thing Kakashi expected today, was for Iruka, Gai, and his team to burst into his home. They had immediately recoiled from the rotten smell and stared pitifully at him with their noses covered. When he glared at them, they finally spoke. He detested their energy at first, but once their words sunk in, he could have sworn he moved faster than Minato-Sensei himself.

You were back! You were fucking back!

When he burst into your hospital room, he had followed your surprisingly strong chakra trail, he saw your team, Shino, and Tsunade by your side. They all looked up and made room for him, and he rushed to your side and collapsed holding your hand.

He could barely get a word out through his sobs. He didn't hear Tsunade tell him that you had barely sustained any injuries that hadn't already healed, that you had been kidnapped and slightly tortured for information on the leaf. He was so happy to have his baby back. When she saw he wasn't listening, Tsunade smiled softly at him and told him that you would be free to leave in about a weeks time.

An hour after the room had cleared was when you finally spoke up. Your voice was sore and raspy, but still strong.

"Hi dad..."

Those were the first words he had heard from you in almost eight months. He started sobbing again, barely registering you try to drag him higher into your bed. He readjusted himself and hugged you tightly. He had to know that you were really here. That he hadn't gone crazy or died in his sleep, and this was his heaven.

Not a word was spoken for a long time, nothing but faint "I love you"s and "I missed you so much".

~|~|~

National Suicide Hotline Number

1-800-273-8255

#mod kini #self sacrifice timeline #dadkashi timeline #shino x reader #tw suicidal thoughts #cw suicidal thoughts #suicidal thoughts #tw alcohol mention #cw alcohol mention #alcohol mention #tw alcoholism #cw alcoholism #alcoholism #tw drinking #cw drinking #drinking #tw drinking mention #cw drinking mention #tw depression #cw depression #depression #tw torture mention #cw torture mention #torture mention

[zommari-suggestions]

...

I... Can explain....

Yesterday, I made a few.... Interesting and uncharacteristic posts... I would really like to apologize for them as they were very improper and I would like to explain a bit more of what lead me to making them.

As you all know, I DO NOT drink! I am not an alcoholic and while I will enjoy alcohol occasinally, I would NEVER overdrink as I am a person who values moderacy and balance, as evident by my zodiac sign (Libra)

Yesterday however, an incident occurred which, while inexcusable, was definitely explainable; I found in a cabinet in my palace, a (1)(ONE)(sole) bottle of alcohol beverage. It was NOT my intention to drink, however I was afraid that is would spoil, so I took it upon myself to finish it. After I did, I discovered more bottles of similar drinks which were most definitely NOT mine and which I have no idea how they ended up in my room. It seemed that they would go bad and I considered, being a very balanced person, that drinking further would not hurt me as I have the internal balance to support it. Offering such liquids to other Hollows would simply render them severely intoxicated, a responsibility I could not bare.

It seems, however, that even for me, the achohol intake was too large and that lead me to saying certain things and making decisions which, as of now, deeply regret. The content, the essence of what I said, is and will remain true, as a testament of my genuinity as a person, but the manner in which those things were said was inappropriate.

I was feeling rather famished as well so I made the, in retrospect, idiotic decision to travel to the human world and see if I could find some humans to eat. I feel like I need to clarify here that I will only eat humans who seem like they are in a bad place and NOT anyone, as some have claimed, in an attempt to slander me and call me a hypocrite.

In the human world my inebriated self encountered... Unforseeable circumstances...

Apparently, the "disease" that was mentioned by someone here is real and is something humans are currently dealing with. Also, it appears there has been a "quarantine" to prevent said disease from spreading. The authorities (not Soul Reapers) operating there saw me as an apparent threat to public safety (apparently being intoxicated in a "public area" is a crime) as well as a danger to public health (as I was "not respecting" the "protective" measure taken against the "virus") and attempted to apprehend me. I tried to explain to them CALMY that I am a HOLLOW and I mearly wanted to eat, but they would not understand me. They asked for my name and identification, of which I had none OBVIOUSLY and when I told them so they ARRESTED ME!!!!!

Personally I find the situation unacceptable so I decided to act on my own accord and demonstrate my powers, which lead to... The tragic deaths of innocent bystanders who had nothing to do with the situation.

I feel immense guilt for everything that transpired, because of the terrible example I set for others as well as killing humans who I had no intent of eating and will subsequently be wasted.

I feel like the insident has taught me a lot about me, the world I am surounded by as well as the human world and I believe there is always something positive to be found in any bad place. As such, I have decided to feed the diseased humans to the Hollows of Hueco Mundo and make sure no alcoholic beverages in my vicinity will near going bad again

Thank you, my friends, for listening and understanding, and I hope we can move on AND FORGET THIS INCIDENT EVER HAPPENED and use this incident as a learning experience

Thank you,

Zommari Rureaux, 7th Espada

#bleach suggestions #appology #i seriously do not understand how this happened i have a much bigger tolerance of alcohol than that!!

[marionettenspielxr]

Mun: I kinda wanna dive into Diet’s past more but like the hellhole childhood that he grew up in from the time when he was born to age 6 when he killed his family.

From what I’ve read and seen......like his family thought he was evil cause he was a genius child prodigy and just instead of being like, ‘oh shit, our son is gonna have a bright future’ it was, ‘let’s beat and mistreat the living shit out of him.’ Like......he could have been an innocent kid who wanted to learn so much but never got the chance too. Also can’t drink achohol cause that will kill him so that sucks as well.

Hence why Diet doesn’t know actual love cause going from that then being basically adopted by Isaak and Cain and raised in one of the most terrifying organizations ever.

He would essentially have a whole myriad of mental/physical health issues , not to mention a whole host of just PTSD induced nightmares for who knows how many years until he decided that they were normal and he didn’t need to tell anyone. Though how could he? He lives with a building full of Methuselah, one werewolf who basically doesn’t give a shit, and a 1000 year old murderous psychotic almost like god being.

#We say that he's a smug little shit and a brat and an asshole #But maybe that's how he had to survive.......