#blast meth

[suckerformemories]

Spunasfuuuuck

#indiana spun #blowing spun #meth spun #sex meth #pnp spun #spun slam #tweak clouds #Geeked #Blast

[wispstalk]

tumblr will moralize anything lmao. for the record I do not mind at all when my art gets mostly likes instead of reblogs. likes are nice. obviously I post my art because I want eyes on it but no one is obligated to hustle my shit for me. liking and not reblogging is fine and all those "tumblr etiquette for new users" posts telling you otherwise are just opinions

#I don't like to put ppl on blast but I just seen a screenshot of an artist tagging and bitching out ppl who liked without reblogging #my jaw HIT the FLOOR #just do meth at this point christ

[monkeec]

gay men playing after slamming meth

#gay guys shooting meth #guys blasting meth

[cheese-induced-madness]

i feel like if the Wordgirl fandom formed an alliance with the crashbox fandom we would both be unstoppable.

#wildly different as the content in both shows may be they still seem like the audiences they appeal to should have a pretty big overlap #like you think wordgirl has a fuckton of characters each with cool gimmicks? #crashbox is that on meth #though theres also a lot less focus on character moments and lore and more rapid fire shit happening #still worth a watch if you're in the mood to be blasted with trivia and wild visuals for 20 minutes #also tbh the venn diagram of mr big simps and johnny jumble simps is probably almost a circle #not headcanons

[brick-a-doodle-do]

⊑⟒ ⎅⍜⟒⌇⋏⏁ ⌰⟟☍⟒ ⋔⟒ ⍀⟟☌⊑⏁ ⋏⍜⍙, ⌇⍜⋔⟒⏁⊑⟟⋏☌ ⏃⏚⍜⎍⏁ ⏚⟒⟟⋏☌ ⏃⏁⏁⏃☊⊑⟒⎅...

are you attached to dream? orrr physically attached to him?

#brickquiries #ender brickling #unreality #i thought so and mething were two different words and i had a blast trying to figure out what that meant 😭😭😭

[lightning-neko]

Hm! Why is modern fandom so hard to navigate!

#personal #there was those few Twitter posts happily blasting proshippers #what was the context? #should a person be publicly executed for liking a problematic fictional pairing? #were they concocting meth in their evil basement lair #the fact that they hide the posts #segregate the problematic ones #show that they are capable of knowing the implications of the problematic ship #and that they can separate fantasy and fiction from real life issues #do we not all have lives behind our fandom icons

[pepis-benis]

best part of southern living’s gotta be the meth parties

#a meth party is when your neighbors three miles down the road are blasting music from midnight til seven am #several times in the night there will be sounds of gun shots and the music will stop for 15-20 minutes #but it will continue eventually #lots of four wheelers ripping around too #the town I live in was notorious for meth lab explosions when I was growing up

[artiststarme]

Things never really went to plan for one poor Eddie Munson. His fate was sealed from his very first breath, his life would be a tragedy. And so, the universe set out to make him suffer.

It was like all the cards in his life were stacked against Eddie. He was born to a Bonnie and Clyde type of couple with Bonnie running away from the commitment of a family as soon as she could. Dick Munson was all too betrayed by the abandonment of his partner in come and set to destroy everything he had left. He cut ties with his brother, turned to a bottle, and drowned the sounds of his son’s screams out with meth and benzos. It was only a matter of time before he was arrested from a robbery gone bad with enough drugs to keep him behind bars for life.

Poor Eddie was sent to live with the uncle he hardly remembered. He was thrown into a loving trailer in a town full of hate. The kids at school ostracized him the moment they laid eyes on him, his bruised eyes and shaven head spoke all too lowly of his character. If he were lucky, he’d only get a few jaunts and swirlies but if he weren’t, he’d arrive home with another black eye or limp to hide from Wayne.

High school wasn’t much better. Just like middle school, the kids and teachers alike hated him. He blew off school and started selling drugs underneath people’s noses to help Wayne with the bills that were drowning them. He did make some friends, other loners that craved friendship and togetherness they’d never received anywhere else.

It turned out that he was gay. He knew as soon as he saw Steve Harrington’s shirt come off in the locker room and knew he was fucked. He was already the outsider no one liked, it made sense that something else would come up to make him even more different than everyone else in the suffocating small town. The worst part wasn’t the fact that people might find out. It was the part where no one he would ever have a crush on would ever like him back, least of all Steve Harrington whom had girls falling at his feet and guys wishing to be him.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, his skipping school held him back and made him even more of a loser than before. Eddie truly felt like the dumb-as-shit trailer trashed that everyone always told him he was. So he stopped trying completely. He fell into a persona adopted from his favorite artists, focused on his music and DnD, and tried to finally enjoy his life.

Then he saw hell on earth in the form of Chrissy Cunningham’s twisted body hovering in midair and fracturing with horrific snaps. He ran like the coward the universe had trained him to be and made himself the prime suspect in doing so. Eddie knew that there was no possible way to go back to how things were before. As fucked up as his life had been, he’d still miss his early morning coffees with Wayne and campaigns with the guys. As soon as the cops found him, he would be as dead as Chrissy.

So, he followed the kids out of fear. He felt like he was living in some sort of fucked up lucid dream. His long-reigning crush was there shirtless in his battle vest, Nancy Wheeler was there with fucking guns (plural), Robin the band geek was handling explosives, and the redhead that lived across the street from him was hanging on the edge of life fully dependent on a Walkman blasting shitty pop music. What the fuck, how was any of this real? He didn’t fully believe it until he felt the pain accompanying the bat bites and heard Dustin’s cries begging him to stay awake. It was only then that he realized the universe had royally fucked him over once again.

He knew with his luck, or lack of it, that he wouldn’t be waking up from this nightmare. His eyes slid shut for the last time and all Eddie could think was at least things would be better now than they ever were before.

When his eyes finally did open to a hospital room filled to the brim with his uncle and new friends, a tear dropped from his eye and his chest lightened. From then on, he knew everything would be so much better.

It seemed the universe had decided to call a truce and abandon the tragedy that had plagued young Eddie Munson. From then on, he wouldn’t have fate darkening his days. With the Party at his side, Steve Harrington’s hand in his, and his uncle’s Garfield mug on the hospital side table, Eddie Munson’s life began anew.

#I really don’t know what this is #might be deleting this later but we shall see #I hope you guys enjoy it regardless! #stranger things #steddie #ish #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic #uncle wayne

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

best game in the league

nico hischier x actress!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs, not proofread

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ynofficial: hot girl shit w/ jimmy fallon tonight

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fan1: slay bestie

fan2: you literally never miss

charles_leclerc: ferrari admin thanks you for repping

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fan3: charles?

fan4: i always forget they're friends

madelyncline: u make me question things about myself

ynofficial: i mean, if you ever need help with that...

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enews: Days after announcing she's officially off the market, Daisy Jones and the Six's y/n l/n and Glass Onion's Madelyn Cline spotted leaving the New Jersey Devil's NHL game tonight. The two have a history of flirting on Instagram and many years of friendship under their belts - could Madelyn be Y/N's beau?

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fan5: pretty sure madelyn has a bf?

fan6: y/n swings both ways but madelyn does not unfortunately

fan7: does enews not know what friendship is?

fan8: they always go to hockey games together lmao it's nothing new

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ynofficial: 13

and no, enews, madelyn is not my gf (she's my wife)

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enews: interesting

njdevils: blasting red rn because of you

ynofficial: taylor's version?

njdevils: only ever taylor's version

fan9: i think that women-

madelyncline: ur my good looking girl

fan10: mommies

fan11: i need you to do vogue's 73 questions in your new house

ynofficial posted to their story

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britishvogue: a sneak peek into y/n's new home as requested...featuring a familiar face in a photo frame

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charles_leclerc: of all pictures ynofficial you have that one?

ynofficial: it was the only one i had where you didn't look like a goblin

fan12: the mat!! the mirror!! charles!!

fan13: they knew each other when they were babies???? I HAD NO IDEA

fan14: probably to avoid dating rumours :/

fan15: not yn out here having a frame photo of charles like a proud mum

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fan16: what if it's charles?

fan17: she said in an interview she still lives in america, and charles lives in monaco

fan18: they're completely platonic

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nicohischier: swipe for a soft launch

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jhughes: NICO??? I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING???

trevorzegras: dude you have the best game in the league

fan19: honey we agreed not to tell anyone

fan20: and another one bites the dust

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ynofficial: i might not do crystal meth in the bathroom but i definitely do a hockey captain

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fan21: OH MY GONWJ

fan22: i need to know if she's sober is she sober

madelyncline: absolutely not no

charles_leclerc: LMFAO WAS THIS SUPPOSED TO GO ON YOUR MAIN?????

fan23: icon behaviour

fan24: NICO???? OH

ynofficial: that's what i say too

fan25: fuck ok

jhughes: nicohirschier

nicohirschier: wOw she's hot

jhughes: you're just as wasted aren't you?

nicohischier: yah

fan26: literally how did no one get this???????? all the twitter threads and no one thought the reason she was such a devils fan was because she was dating their captain?????

fan27: GUYS TWITTER CRASHED WTF

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nicohischier: i'm the captain in case you didn't know

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ynofficial: yeah you are

charles_leclerc: oh we knew

nicohischier: oops

ynofficial: wait this means people know i have feelings

nicohischier: feelings? ew

madelyncline: are we in fifth grade or something?

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ynofficial: i'm a wag now, and as a wag i'm going to create a little (emphasis on little) list of things i've learnt over the last 2 years: if he bleeds he's not going to die, he might just need extra cuddles for a few days; fighting is BAD, it is definitely not something to encourage *wink*; nico will feel physically ill if he doesn't have a glass of orange juice each morning; roadies suck but the sex is phenomenal; jack is like our pet dog - feed him, give him shelter and love him unconditionally

also, i'm now gonna log off social media for a while because this is all the simping i'm comfortable with this month sorry

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nicohischier: am i a wag too?

ynofficial: omg you ARE

nicohischier: oh my god i love the wag lifestyle

_quinnhughes: i'm gonna frame that analogy of jack

ynofficial: i can send you a print i already did it

jhughes: rude

charles_leclerc: from one red guy to the other, can i be best man?

ynofficial: you can be my man of honour, madelyn's would be my maid

madelyncline: when is the wedding

fan28: WEDDING? WTF

fan29: i love how yn went from completely avoiding all questions about a romantic relationship and now she's hibernating because she's been figured out

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier social media au #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

[rfxiii]

Holidays in the hospital with trevor! maybe reader is injured interfering with trevs line of work and he sees red.

(hey! so sorry for the long wait! I hope this turned out alright and is what you wanted! and tysm for the request!)

Holidays In The Hospital

TW: violence, reader is physically assaulted but there’s not a ton of detail

Word count: 1228

The unmistakable growl of Trevor Philips' truck roars down the deserted streets of Sandy Shores. In the rearview mirror, his reflection is a study in controlled fury. His scarred, rough hands grip the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white and teeth clenched in determination. His eyes are fixed on a single point in the distance, burning with a fierce intensity that screams of vengeance.

Behind him, the hospital fades into the distance. It was Christmas Eve, but there was no joy in his heart. Instead, there was only rage and a deep, primal need to protect the person who had come to mean everything to him. He had vowed to protect you from the moment he’d realized how deeply he loved you. And tonight, he’d failed you both.

The truck screeches to a halt in front of the aged farmhouse on the outskirts of town. Trevor leaps out of the vehicle, his muscles tensing and ready for a violent rampage. His gaze darts around the shadowy exterior of the O’Neil farmhouse, taking in the dim lighting of the inside from the dusty window he’s peering through. He knew they were here somewhere, and he wasn’t leaving until every cousin fucker on this farm was nothing but a puddle of blood.

With a growl of frustration, he pulls out his worn, well used gun and begins methodically shooting out the windows, one room at a time. The crack of gunfire and the recoil of the weapon become a rhythm in his blood, a soundtrack to the vengeance that raged within him. With each room he blasts into, his certainty grew that he was close to drawing out those cowardly O’Neil hicks.

They’d caught you alone at the lab earlier today- it had been a rare moment when both Trevor and Chef had been away. Nobody had been there to protect you. A couple of the dumber, more ballsy O’Neil boys had come to the lab with the intention of trashing the place, maybe trying to start a fight. But when they’d found you there alone instead of Trevor or Chef, they’d decided on something better to piss Trevor off. You’d fought back as well as you could against the duo of inbred meth heads, but they were stronger and came better prepared with their guns. They’d left you bruised and bloody at the doorstep of Trevor’s trailer. Thankfully, you’d been able to call him for help once they’d left, crying softly into the phone speaker as you’d begged him to come home. When he’d found you, he’d honestly been terrified of what they’d done to you. But after tearfully assuring him that they’d only roughed you, he’d sped you off to the hospital for stitches and to treat any broken bones. And then he’d waited patiently at your side until you’d fallen asleep, before slipping from the hospital and finally letting his boiling rage seap forth.

The shattering windows and his vicious screaming finally draw out a handful of O’Neil brothers. And when they storm from the house with guns raised, Trevor doesn’t hesitate. With a savage snarl, he charges forward, mowing down men out of his grasp, and even swinging his gun like a club at the ones who get close enough. The first man crumples to the ground under the force of the blow, blood gushing from his crushed face. The second tries to run, but Trevor is too fast. He grabs him by the collar and slams his head into the wooden porch, over and over again, until there’s nothing left but a puddle of brain matter and gore. He’s killed the two he came for, and more, but Trevor’s rampages have never been easily soothed. He doesn’t stop until the men currently occupying the house are no more. There may be problems later when the rest of the brothers discover the slaughter, but truthfully, their retaliation is the last thing on his mind.

As he stands over the bloodied, lifeless bodies, panting heavily, Trevor feels a strange mixture of satisfaction and emptiness wash over him. He had avenged your hurt, but at what cost? He never should have had to come here. He should have been there to protect you- just like he’d always promised he would.

With a growl, he stomps away from the gruesome scene and makes his way back to the hospital. All he can think of is holding you again, of making all your hurt go away. But there’s a pain, a deep nagging in his heart that fears things would never be the same. He fears that you’ll never truly feel secure with him again. But he was willing to face that future, as long as you stayed by his side.

He ignores the stares from the medical staff as he stalks back into hospital- wiping blood off his knuckles before he slips quietly into your room again. He’d hoped you’d still be asleep, that you could wake up from your rest blissfully unaware that he’d left you, and of what he’d done when he’d been gone. But as he shuts the door behind him, he finds you propped up with a reserved, but knowing smile on your split, bruised lips.

“Are you ok?..” you practically whisper, still exhausted but happy to see him in one piece.

“Yeah.. Yeah, I am now, sugar. But don’t worry bout me. You should be sleepin’..” Trevor mutters, head hung low like a beaten puppy as he takes a seat at your side.

He nearly jumps when your bandaged fingers brush his scruffy cheek. And when you gently tilt his chin up and force him to look at you, he nearly cries. Your face is bruised, and you have stitches in your cheek, but you’re still smiling at him like he hung the stars for you. Even after he failed you. “Don’t do that..” you sigh softly, thumb tracing against his jaw, “Don’t blame yourself for this. It’s not your fault.”

“Not my fault?” he croaks out, a bitter laugh leaving his lips to mask the tears threatening to spill, “They’d never have come after you if it weren’t for me. And- And I promised- I fuckin’ promised I’d take care of you! So why the fuck wasn’t I there?! I should have-“

“Trevor.” you sigh softly, cutting him off and gently shaking your head, “You can’t always be with me. That’d be crazy- you following me around 24/7 to make sure I’m safe.. It’s not your fault. And-.. And I’m not oblivious. I know you went there tonight. I know you took care of it. If anything, you’re my hero, Trev. I love you.”

It’s like those three little words are enough to soothe any of his upset. It’s confirmation of your affection, and solidifies that all of his fears were baseless. You don’t blame him, you still trust him, and you’ll always love him. No matter what.

With a shaky sigh, Trevor leans into your touch- pressing in until his forehead rests gently against yours, “I love you too, sugar. And I promise, anyone who ever thinks of laying another finger on you is gonna have worse than hell to pay.” he growls, with a conviction that has you shivering slightly at his devotion.

Being with Trevor may be a dangerous life, but it’s the only life you’d ever want to live.

#gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #gta x reader #x reader #/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips/reader

[bullet-prooflove]

Taken!Series Part Six: Family - Angel Reyes x Reader

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Taken!Series:

Part One: Mother - Tragedy strikes when Angel leaves you and Valeria alone for the evening.

Part Two: Bleeding Out - Angel returns home to discover what happened at the house.

Part Three: Touch & Go - Angel discovers where Valeria was taken.

Part Four: Meth Mountain - Angel retreives Valeria.

Part Five: Perfect - Angel reveals what he was really doing the night you were shot.

When you come home, it’s to Felipe’s house.

To a bedroom that’s been redecorated, to a space that’s tailored to help with your recovery.

You’ve been in Angel’s old room before. It used to be a blast from the past, basketball stuff littering the shelves, old, chequered sheets on the single bed in the corner, pictures of motorcycles and scantly clad women on the walls.

That’s changed now. There’s a double bed with crisp white sheets with pretty little plants embroidered into it, a swing cradle for Valeria is situated along side of it. The shelves hold all of your items from home. The various terrariums, the pressed rose in a frame from your Nana. Your clothes are hung up in a gorgeous dark wood wardrobe that had been hidden underneath Angel’s half naked lady posters.

The truth is you can’t go back to the house you were injured in, and neither can Angel. The memories are too raw, too vivid so instead you return to Felipe’s. A place where you can rest and recover with the help you need and the proximity to your daughter. You need to be close to her in the aftermath, the same way that Angel does.

Right now, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking the cradle lightly as Valeria kicks her legs and puts her hands to her mouth. Those dark eyes of hers stare up at the mobile that Felipe had crafted for her, brightly coloured zoo animals that ensnare her attention. You feel settled right now, at peace. For the first time in a long time everything is right where it’s supposed to be.

Felipe clears his throat from the doorway, you tilt your head up with a small smile before your attention turns back to the baby.

“She doesn’t have a care in the world.” You say softly.

Felipe sits down beside of you, the bed dipping as his shoulder bumps against yours. He chucks his finger underneath Valeria’s chin, and the baby tries to grab at it.

“I never said thank you.” You say quietly. “For setting us up here. I know it can’t be easy having us in your personal space...”

Felipe shakes his head, cutting you off.

 “It’s good to have other people around the house again.” He says, his voice gruffer than usual as he takes over the rocking. “Especially this little one.”

There’s silence between the two of you for a moment as you both watch Valeria. She’s getting tired now, her motions slowing as she turns her head.

You hear Angel’s footsteps trapsing up the hallway before he ducks into the room. He’s wearing a grey wifebeater and basketball shorts that are covered in flecks of paint. There’s a streak of green across his cheek, you can see the same colour marring his fingertips.

“Pops, you said you were getting more paint for the nursery.” He says, before he sees the two of you sitting alongside the crib. A smile crosses his features as he steps inside the room, grabbing the rag from his back pocket and using it to clean his hands.

“EZ’s old room can wait a minute.” Felipe says, continuing to rock the cradle as the baby’s eyelids start to flutter closed. “I want to spend a little time with my family.”

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[archie-sunshine]

Okay, so I know you hate TFP (don't mind blast me yet hear me out cus I really wanna know your thoughts)

What if, and hear me out, TFP's Optimus Prine and MTMTE Megatron met and it becomes the gayest romance ever. But here's the kicker, their own universes opposite gets hella jelly and I just imagine space meth megs foaming at the mouth that a better version of him stole his bitch.

Just saying.

You may now end me for now I've accepted my fate.

-goblin annon

i love your enthusiasm and i would love this ask even more if tfp's optimus prime werent the transformers equivalent of a sexy leg lamp.

i will continue to not draw tfp, but different strokes for different folks!

as gently as physically possible, please don't talk to me about tfp. i don't have anything positive to say about it, and i mentioned in my rules and faq that i don't talk about it for a reason: so that nobody gets upset when i wont draw their tfp ask.

thanks!

#archie answers

[failbaby]

I get why people are saying Shiv and Roman should be doing more for Kendall as his addiction escalates (and they definitely don’t always deal with it respectfully or appropriately—Shiv blasting his addiction on social media, Roman calling him a “junkie,” etc.) but in their defense like. Shiv made a genuine effort to intervene and he wasn’t receptive. You cannot make someone stop using if they aren’t ready. That has to be a step that they take for themselves.

Shiv and Roman have been watching Logan deal with Kendall’s addiction for years, and the way that Logan approaches the issue is by making it clear that he thinks active addiction is unacceptable and Kendall needs to be sober, period. They know (because they’ve seen!) that trying to force Kendall into sobriety doesn’t do anything except create a personal culture of secrecy, lies, and sneaking around that puts him (and any waiters who cross his path </3) in terrifying, life-threatening situations.

It’s not that they don’t care about Kendall’s addiction, it’s just that they know that the “sober or nothing” approach doesn’t work, and so (as of s4) they’ve stopped pushing sobriety, and they’re trying to help him by just being there until he is able to get sober. Kendall talks about addiction openly with them. They know that he’s using. They know what he’s using. They know that he doesn’t use intravenously. He feels safe talking to them about his use because they don’t freak out or threaten him with institutionalization, and that’s a huge step that could literally save his life.

And this isn’t even really a theory because we’ve seen this play out! When Kendall was on that bender and using untested meth at a complete stranger’s house, he called Roman to pick him up (and not Logan), because he knew that Roman would come get him no matter what, no questions asked. No yelling, no outbursts, no interrogation, no ‘after this I’m pink-slipping you out to the desert’ just “drop a pin so I know you’re okay.” Feeling safe calling Roman for a ride could very well have saved his life. Having “safe people” who will be there for an addict until they can get sober is harm reduction

#oc #tw addiction #they’ve done studies on this #harm reduction is empirically proven effective! getting someone sober isn’t the only way to help them! #having even just one or two safe people significantly mitigates the danger of addiction #for example since they know he’s H they know they can carry narcan in case of an emergency #if they were trying to force him into treatment he didn’t want he wouldn’t be comfortable telling them that at all

[hopefullyababe]

(WE DID THE BLAST)

WE DID THE

WALTER BLAST

(THE WALTER BLAST)

IT WAS A

METH COOK SMASH

(WE DID THE BLAST)

CAUGHT ON IN A FLASH

(LIKE WALTER BLAST)

WE DID THE WALTER BLAST

#daphnes talking again

[fia78]

Okay, so one of the saddest lines to me in the entirety of season 1, is when Glenn sees Nick being scared of Spider-Henry when they try to escape the Meth Bey supermax. He says like "Oh, so some things are still the same." and it is not really explored, but like... IMAGINE that you give up your kid, he's not even your kid anymore, in the eyes of EVERYONE, even the universe itsself, execpt for three other people, that is not your son. And he is the opposite of how he was when he was your kid, dresses like your worst nightmare and now doesn't like you for all the same reasons he used to love you.

Like, I know that was objectivly the funniest thing, for Nick to become Narcolas, but in actuality? When both Glenn and Nick describe each other as their best friend? That must have hurt so fucking bad. AND THEN!! THEN, you see a blast into the life you used to have, that you on some level know was years ago, that you knowingly chose to give up to spare your child more trauma, and you know that some thing ARE STILL THE SAME. That some parts of your child are the same, no matter what timeline you're in, seeing these things, knowing them so well, and not being able to do anything about it, or even talking to him about it, 'cause he does not like you/despieses you. Like FUCK.

Anthony was Fucking Brutal when it came to the choices in the trial and although it was probably the best thing for Nick, getting two parents instead of none, it must hurt so much that he doesn't know at first, but in some ways he still is the same.

#this is incomprehensible #whatever #it's such a small line #but it is something that can be so personal- #dungeons and daddies #glenn close #dndads #dndads s1 #dndaddies #nick close #nick foster