Despair of Your Discovery
Phic phight fill for @carelisswriting. I am so sorry.
(Relevant warnings are tagged below)
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“Oh my god,” Danny says, horrified. “That’s…oh my god.”
The plant looks very innocent amongst the rows and rows of lush green pots in Sam’s greenhouse.
It isn’t.
“You cannot tell anyone,” Sam hisses, and shoves the wicker harvest basket back over the bush, as if there was anyone safe to tell! “Not a word. Not a whisper.”
“This is bad. This is really, really bad.”
“I know!” Sam snaps, looking two steps away from a screaming freakout. “But what can I even do with it?!”
The answer seems obvious. “Get rid of it?!” Danny exclaims, throwing his arms out for additional emphasis. “Making sure there isn’t any evidence left??”
“By what, burning it?!”
Danny opens his mouth to affirm the obvious— only to realize there is another, equally as obvious problem with the usual method of extermination.
“...Put it in the trash?” Danny tries again, grimacing. He crosses his arms, taps his toes. “I mean. It’ll go out eventually.”
“And if someone sees it in the trash?!” Sam volleys back, eyes wide with furious distress.
Okay. There's a clear problem here. All they need is a solution.
Tucker wanders into the greenhouse; he probably found out that they weren’t in Sam’s room and figured out their second location pretty quickly. “Hey, Sam; hey Danny. I thought we were doing Doomed today?”
“We’re not,” Sam and Danny chorus.
Tucker frowns. His eyes go back and forth between them. “...Is everything good?”
“No,” Sam says, cutting off Danny’s: “Sam stole another plant from the school garden again.”
“Oh. Is that all?”
Sam throws herself over the wicker basket and grooooooooans.
“Apparently someone was experimenting,” Danny offers flatly. “It’s bad.”
“How can a plant be bad?”
Sam straightens herself up, makes dead-on eye contact, and lifts the basket.
“Is that WEED?!” Tucker yelps. Danny immediately darts over to slap a hand over Tucker’s mouth, and the basket gets slammed back on top of the plant.
“Don’t shout!”
“Shouting is merited!! Sam grew drugs!!”
“On accident!!” Sam shouts back, very, very pale. “They just left the sprouts in the garden shed without any light or water!! I had to do something!!”
“Saaaaaamm,” Tucker groans, which is pretty unmerited, considering that Sam is probably the person suffering the most here. “Sam, we have to do something!"
“I know, I know!!”
“We know you hate pesticides, but isn’t there…some kind of natural weed killer? Or something?” Danny tries, struggling to think it through. “You can’t hand-pull all your weeds in this greenhouse. It’s massive.”
Sam bites her lip. She doesn’t answer.
“Sam…”
“It’s a waste of plant life to kill it,” Sam whispers. Her two best friends groan out loud, angled in two different directions.
“Sam. It’s illegal. You’ve got to get rid of it.” Tucker’s logic is cold, and brazen.
“...Fine.”
The procedure for killing off a plant the organic way is apparently pretty simple; vinegar, salt, and sunlight. The plant is looking dead and crispy under the glow lights in Sam’s greenhouse in less than an hour; by tomorrow, it’ll be long gone.
“We can never tell anyone this happened,” Danny decides, for obvious reasons. Tucker nods solemnly.
Sam sniffles a little, mascara running. Danny gently rubs her back.
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// @gollldrush
“How can you- how can you possibly know that?” The words fall off of Samuel's lips in an array of distaste and discomfort. Her voice feels like a threat, even though she's gentle in her approach. He's tense, his eyes dark and tired, his hands shaking as he grips them tightly in his lap. Asking her for money again.
He'd stopped. Or, tried to stop...Again. For the hundredth time, but he was falling apart at the seams. Cold sweats, night terrors, psychosis. His body ached and craved a fix. She didn't know. He had never told her. Of course he hadn't. It wasn't exactly something he brought up. It wasn't something he usually liked to view as a problem. As far as he was concerned, it was a choice he was making. He had it under control. It was nothing more than that. He'd never once considered it an addiction.
Xe paused in xyr words, shrinking back in xyr seat in that quiet little diner. Xe cleared xyr throat, glancing up as the waitress brought over their drinks, hands fidgeting aggressively on the table. Xe sniffed, fingers twitching as xe brushed a stray curl back from xyr face alongside a drop of sweat on xyr temple. Xe watched the waitress walk away before turning back to Leo.
"No..." A quick shake of their head, lips pursed slightly. They can't meet her eyes. "No, you- you don't know that... You- you don't know what you're saying."
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The park during the 4/20 celebration, sometime a little past 4:20pm. [ open! ]
He said this nearly every single holiday that passed. And sure to most people April 20th was not actually a holiday. But it was to Ollie, and it was his favorite. What holiday could beat getting high, and eating some food? Sounded perfect to him. Currently Ollie sat atop one of the picnic tables, legs folded criss-cross applesauce beneath him as he held a bowl of Ramen in one hand, chop sticks in the other. "You know, not going to lie, I was half expecting this to be instant," he admitted. Just because they were on a college campus, it seemed the most fitting. Ramen had become his own food of choice when he got the munchies, it went so terribly with the bright blue ice slushy in the large plastic cup he had sitting next to him. Instant ramen would have been acceptable as well, but he was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't. Perhaps he just had a lot of comforting sense memories tied to ramen - actual ramen, and instant ramen. "Hey," He said something sparked in him, suddenly turning to the very fortunate person who had joined him at this very nice picnic table, "don't you think it's so creepy that the more you think about a memory you have, the more it changes? How long do you think it takes until it's not even what happened?"
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random LMAO but any hcs about which dano characters would do what drugs?
TIMOTHY KLITZ IS ON ADDERALL BABY HE HAS CLINICALLY DIAGNOSED ADD HE CANNOT FUNCTION MENTALLY!!!!
edward nashton takes xanax because he gets random panic attacks. idk what kind of antipsychotics they'd be pumping into him at arkham but i think it would be an unethical quantity. also, in the movie he refers to having done drops, which is a fictional drug in the batman universe
calvin weir-fields seems very much clinically depressed so he definitely takes antidepressants
joby taylor. uh cocaina.
pierre bezukhov. opium.
louis ives wouldn't smoke but she should. give her some boof it'll calm her nerves.
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