#meth crystal drug awareness

[exjunkiebaby]

I fucked up really bad

I had 6 months clean - the longest stretch of time since I was 16 years old. I was doing good, but not really. Mentally I was beginning to crumble. My mind began to wander. I couldn’t stop thinking about using. The obsession began and I could not make it stop. I went to meetings every day. But I didn’t talk about it. They told me to find a sponsor, but I never called her. They told me to be of service, but I sat on my ass. So the thought of using crept in, and it stayed in my head until I eventually would succumb  to my demons.

It started with xanax, of course. But that wasn’t enough, of course. I then got ahold of fake oxy30s - the blues. The blues became crystal. I found myself twisting the pipe and holding the straw in between my lips. I was a junkie again. And I kept it a secret, because I was so ashamed.

It gets worse. After smoking the blues, my ex asked if I wanted to hit some pure fentanyl. I said yes. I took one hit - and wow. Did I feel good! I took another hit, and blackness overcame my blurry vision. Just...black. Nothing. I suddenly woke up, gasping for air. There were hospital lights above me. I was naked. Doctors and nurses surrounded me. Oxygen was flowing through tubes up my nose. I was confused, then hit with the sudden realization that I had overdosed.

It was horrible. I silently wept, ashamed and sickened that I had ended up here. The doctor told me I had turned purple. She told me that my heart had stopped beating and that I was not breathing. She told me if I waited any later, I would have been dead. I am so disgusted with myself. I can’t even look in the mirror.

This happened almost 2 weeks ago, and I can’t get it out of my head. I haven’t used since Sunday. It was so hard to stay clean today. It was so hard to stay clean this week. I want to use again, and it’s completely fucked up. I am fucked up mentally and I don’t know what to do. The worst part is - is that nobody knows. I kept my overdose a secret and I don’t intend to tell anyone - maybe I will if years pass me by. But, I’m lucky to be alive. I’m lucky to be typing this.

I feel so alone. I feel like my soul has been sucked out of my body. I try to pray to God; I cry to Her every night. Sometimes all day. I can’t seem to get out of this funk, and that is why I am writing right now. Please, pray for me. Pray that I can stay strong. I need help. I don’t know what to do. So I just type, and type, praying for relief. 

#overdose #OD #addiction #iv drugs #fentanyl #awareness #hospital #ER #emergency #perc 30 #xanax #tweakend #crystals #meth #personal #diary #lonely #depression #mental health #death #help me

[ourautumn86]

perfect sin

innocent sub virgin! abby x dom fem! reader

synopsis;; Abby was a good girl. Was…

cw;; use of y/n (sorry but it was needed), sub and complete inexperienced yet not innocent abby, references to the bible (algo unholy use of abby’s one) and church, mocking of god, the bible and sins (PLEASE AGAIN, DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY), cursing, alcohol drug use, dry humping, loss of virginity, dirty talk, nipple play, teasing, smut, scissoring, dumbification, masturbation (both receiving), oral sex (a receiving), worshipping kink & god kink (kinda???), overstimulation, dacryphilia (kinda?), finger fucking, chocking, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

Abby Anderson was a good girl. A straight A’s student, not a big fan of parties, hated alcohol, didn’t do drugs kind of good girl. And… she was really religious. She had always been. She accompanied her father to church every Sunday, went to a religious school and based her reading on her worn bible before going to bed every night. At her eighteen years of life, the most ‘unholy’ thing she had ever done was lie, and she made sure to swear that she’d never do it again.

But that oath didn’t age well, since she was, once again, lying about the fact that she’ll be staying over one of her church friends’ when she was planted in front of the biggest party she had ever seen —the only one she had ever seen, to be honest—.

Although Abby was a good girl, her best friend, Ellie Williams, surely wasn’t. They were complete polar opposites. You just had to stare at them to see that. Whilst Abby seemed like a complete church girl with her button shirt tucked on her caqui pants and her school’s white little sleeveless sweater on top. —She looked so nerdy and cute with those glasses of hers…— Ellie looked like a rockstar, with her smeared eyeliner, short auburn hair, black clothes and silver rings…

Nobody knew how the two of them could be such good friends… But they were. Ellie was a bad influence, always breaking the rules and getting in trouble. And Abby was… the good influence, the pure one of the couple, always in charge of putting some sense into Ellie’s head when her mind convinced her on doing things that seemed like a good idea when in reality were not and getting her out of trouble. They worked.

Ellie loved to hang out with Abby, always trying to make her do something bad and ‘unholy’ but always getting a ‘no’ for an answer. And she thought that it will be that way forever, but surprisingly enough, Abby had acceded to go with her to one of those crazy parties she always attended. So there they were, stepping into the packed house and automatically being hit by the smell of cheap alcohol, weed and hormones.

Abby didn't like it. She couldn’t help scrunching her nose, overwhelmed by the new surroundings. The air was saturated and it was too warm, making her glasses slightly fog.

Ellie laughed at her face, pushing one of her arms over her best friend’s shoulders and dragging her further inside with her. Abby felt as if the devil had took a hold on her and dragged her to Hell.

"Yo Ellie! Got some crystal?" Oh, right. Another thing about Ellie was that she was popular. Really popular. A lot of people waved at her as the two of them passed by. Probably due to her incredible stash and weed. But either ways, she had a lot of friends.

"Look for me later, 'lright? I´ll see what I can do for you then, pretty girls." the girls that had approached her smiled, nodding and giggling as they took off.

"Crystal?" Abby wondered, to what Ellie rolled her green eyes.

"Meth, Bibi. Meth." the blonde scrunched her face. She was well aware that Ellie was a dealer, she wasn't that stupid, she just didn't know much about it. And honestly, she'd like to keep it that way. Of course she was concerned for her best friend's well being, but Ellie had promised him that she wasn't getting into anything hard, weed was her way to go. "That shit is selling like Tommy’s beers." she shook her head, pulling her down the hallway and towards the salon, which connected to an open garden with pool and where the dancing floor took place.

"Ellie!!!" both of them turned to a brunette smiley girl with a cigarette on her left hand.

"Dina!" she seemed just as pleased to see the brown eyed as her to see her. "What are you doing here!?" the arm that stood around her shoulder fell when she stepped closer to her to pull her into a tight hug.

"Oh, you know... y/n." she rolled her eyes, still a happy smile making her cheeks swell.

Ellie chuckled. "That little friend of yours is a true menace..." she shook her head. "I like her." that only made Dina laugh.

"Everyone does..." she sighed, taking a hit to her cigarette as her eyes found Abby's. "Let me guess... Perfect hair, ironed clothes, that church girl's face...Is this Bibi?" Ellie smiled as she nodded, surrounding her friend's shoulder with her arm again before pulling her flush to her side.

"In holy spirit." Abby pushed her hand away when her fingers dug on her hair, messing it all up.

"Nice to meet you Dina." she said, offering one of her warm hands, trying to be polite.

"My pleasure." she actually took it, giving her a funny smile. "You seem scared... First party?" she felt his cheeks reddening in embarrassment as she nodded. “Aw, isn’t that cute… Try not to get eaten alive, hm?” Abby’s eyes widened at her words, but she simply laughed, stealing a bottle of whiskey from one of the guys that went heading towards the kitchen to refill the drinks before giving them their back, cigarette in between her lips as she walked away, turning around when she didn’t hear the two pair of friends following her. “Well? Are you guys coming or not?”

They understood then, nodding and following her down another hallway and into a more private room. From the little people inside Abby thought it could be for VIPS. The room was big, with a couple of sofas sitting around a little coffee table, which stood full of cigarettes, alcohol, little plastic bags, weed…

It seemed to be that they had found the stoner room.

“Dina! Dina’s back!!” a sweet and drunk voice filled the room as the door closed behind their backs. Abby’s eyes met a dark haired girl on one of the sofas, cup in hand and a tipsy smile on her face.

Dina chuckled before going towards the drunk girl, who wrapped her arms around her, pulling her so hard down and against her that almost made her fall. “Lily!” she whined when her face was filled of little kisses, what made Ellie laugh.

Abby looked a little bit shocked when the two of them started kissing.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you… Dina is gay. She’s dating Lily too.” Abby seemed amused by her reaction, which quickly faded. Was she surprised? Yeah, she was surely not expecting it. In her church everyone was so… straight. Was she disgusted? Absolutely not. She didn’t see any wrong in any kind of love. It was not ‘conventional’, as people would say, but it was still love and Abby was nobody to tell anyone what to or not to do. Also, she knew her best friend liked girls, and she didn’t love her any less for it.

“Thank god. She wouldn’t stop whining about how much she missed you, almost choked her to sleep for a moment there.” your amused voice chuckled beside her. When Abby’s eyes wondered towards the origin of the sound, she met a really pretty girl. Gorgeous even. Stealing breath away kind of pretty girl. You were dressed on a really tight and short red dress and black high heels. From her position she could see that your lips and eyes were of the same red color of your dress, the first due to a beautiful lipstick and the other probably for the blunt that stood in between your fingers. There was a hazed look on your face, and a soft smile tugging on your lips. Your hair flared a little bit as you turned to face the two best friends by the door. Abby felt like she couldn’t breath. Maybe due to the smoke inside the room… She thought. “Well I’ll be damned… Is that Ellie Williams?” your red eyes squinted a little bit, trying to focus on the auburn haired girl beside her, who shrugged as she stepped further into the room.

“What can I say? I’m famous amongst the ladies.” that made you laugh. And the sound of it was almost angelic. Abby’s heart tightened on her chest, your smile warming her up and making her feel all fuzzy inside. She was completely whipped. “Looking good y/n, been a long time since I last saw you.”

‘y/n’ So that’s who they had been talking about before… y/n, y/n… Even your name was pretty.

“Too long I’d say. Missed your weed. It is the best I’ve ever had.” she pressed a hand to her chest, honored. “And who is pretty girl over there?” Abby felt like fainting when your eyes met her body, lips around the blunt, sucking a new hit that left your throat burning up as the smoke filled your lungs.

“This…” Ellie pulled her by her arm, closer to you and the other two girls, strong enough to have her adjusting her crooked glasses. “Is Abby. Abby Anderson. My girl.” a smile crept on her lips when she recognized that look in your eyes as you scanned her up and down. “And who you are absolutely not getting closer to.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus. That fast you claiming a pretty thing like her?” you chuckled, shaking your head just to ignore her and focus on the brunette. “Nice to meet you Abby.” her name rolling on your tongue made her heart fall to the pitch of her stomach, fingers tingling and breath hitching. “I like your sweater.” she coughed, clearing her throat when one of your legs crossed over the other, chest sticking out and your back arched as you accommodated yourself on the sofa. Her eyes darted elsewhere as she awkwardly scratched her neck.

“Thank you.” she stuttered. “I like your…, dress.” that’s the first thing that came to mind and, as she realized what she had just spit out, the stupidest thing too.

You smirked, taking another hit to the blunt. “You do?” you looked down at it. “It’s a little bit uncomfortable though, too tight.” you teased, although she didn’t seemed to get it. Not as Ellie did, scoffing to bring your attention back to her. “You seem uncomfortable too standing over there, why don’t you come take a sit?” you patted the empty place beside you.

“This is Abby’s first party.” she said, eyebrows raising in caution. “Came straight from church studies.” she put extra emphasis to those last two words, which only made you smile harder and Ellie sigh. You were the devil in disguise.

“Oh… A church girl.” you smirked. “That’s why I’ve never seen you around before. I would remember a pretty face like yours.” you winked at her, and her whole body flushed, making you chuckle. Why was this happening to her? She’d never felt like this… Not even with Owen, who had been dating her for a couple of weeks before she told him she couldn’t keep doing it. She didn’t love him. She wasn’t sure she even liked him. She couldn’t even bring herself to kiss him. And now you were making her blush that easily? Making butterflies come up her stomach?

“You. Stop it.” Ellie pointed at you with squinted eyes, making you rise your hands in a peace offering, faking innocence.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Oh, you know what you are doing.” you tilted your head a little bit, smirk returning.

“Yeah I do…” you chucked, just to sigh afterwards. “Fine. I’ll be good.” you gave in. “But still, sit your ass here and give me something good, will you?”

Ellie smiled, quickly sitting down in one of the single sofas beside you. “Yes ma’am.” she teased you as she extracted from one of her front pockets a little plastic bag full of a shiny white powder. “Is this good enough?” she inquired and you only smiled, teasingly answering.

“This will do.” she laughed, watching you take a peek at the drug, shaking it in between your fingers a little bit. “You. Pretty girl.” you called for Abby, who had never stopped staring at you and got startled by your sudden attention. “Lend me your bible, will you?” she quickly pushed one of her hands on her front pocket, pulling out a pocket mini bible from it before walking towards you to hand it to you. Her eyes widened when you pulled her from her arm so she would sit down beside you, fingers lingering on her own as you took her bible from her hand. “Thanks.” you whispered, eyes on her own as you opened it to find just what you were looking for: a picture of Jesus.

You took it out and pushed the bible on top of the tea table before spreading the white powder on top of it, using the photo to spread it in thin and large lines. She was stunned, and Ellie was just too amused to stop you, finding it funny the fact that you were using something ‘holy’ to deal with something that was not.

“Amen.” you muttered before bowing down and pressing your nose to the bible, sniffing the whole line in a go. When you pulled back up and against the sofa, Abby saw the remains of the power on your nose. And even if she knew that she wouldn’t think it, she still found you unbelievably beautiful. “What is it pretty girl? Want to give it a try?” she quickly shook his head.

“No! I think that would be…, a sin.” that only made Ellie, the girls and you laugh. She looked so scared you almost felt bad.

“Come on, you’re not gonna tell me that you’ve never sinned, are you now?” she remained silent, making you frown. “Really?” Ellie chuckled beside you.

“Abby is a fucking saint. Never drank, never kissed… Never fucked.” Abby’s cheeks flushed red as she gave Ellie a death stare.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” your eyes were wide open. Well, as far as they’d go. You were starting to feel all fuzzy and tingly due to the coke and weed in your system. “A fucking virgin… And you are friends with Ellie Williams… Isn’t that funny?” the green eyed seemed hurt, mouth falling open. “With all respect, you are a whore.” her mouth only fell further open, what made you laugh. “You have at least rubbed one out, right?” once again she remained silent, eyes elsewhere and bottom lip in between her teeth. “Right?”

Ellie seemed interested too, as well as Dina and Lily.

“I can’t believe it.” you whispered when she didn’t correct you. Ellie was just as shocked.

“Oh my god…” Dina muttered.

In eighteen years. Not even a little rubbing?

“Jesus…” they all sighed at the same time, and Abby’s cheeks only reddened even more.

“Committing adultery is a sin, alright?” she groaned, too overwhelmed by the attention that was being poured on her. She felt like running away.

“You know what’s a real sin, Abby?” you said, making her stare at you. “Not having an orgasm ever. That’s a fucking sin.” she felt even the tips of her ears redden.

“I’ve—“

“Man, I know you and your father has always been super religious, but you don’t always have to follow some rules that were written centuries ago. If that makes you happy then that’s okay, but aren’t there a lot of things you’ve wanted to do that you couldn’t do due to that goddamn bible?” Ellie inquired, to what Abby nodded.

“I mean ye—“

“Then fuck it!” Dina said, snuggling closer her drunk girlfriend, who nodded in agreement. “Do whatever you want.”

“I can’t…”

“Oh yes you can, and you are gonna do it.” you smiled. “You can always ask for forgiveness, you know? Cry up a little bit at church tomorrow afternoon and say that some evil spirit got a hold on you or some shit like that. You wouldn’t be the first miscarried little sheep around here.” she stiffened when your hand fell on her knee, thumbs rubbing imaginary circles on her skin. She gulped, eyes on your pretty hand before you would lean in and grab her attention once again. “So…, what is it that you wanna do, pretty girl?” she was wicked. Under the spell of your gorgeous smile, reddened eyes and haunting face.

Your smile only grew more when her eyes fell to your red lips…

“Eyes up here, Abby.” you muttered, pointing to your eyes and making the rest of the group chuckle. Ellie sighed, knowing it was probably too late for Abby. You had that power of making people lose themselves into you. And Abby was absolutely lost.

“I… I don’t know…”

“Okay…” you hummed. “Why don’t we start off with something soft, hm?” you offered, and the brunette was the first to catch on, offering you a bottle of tequila that stood on the tea table along with a shot glass.

You poured just the perfect amount into it, grabbing another one for yourself along with limes and salt before leaving the bottle where it belonged.

“Okay. This is a shot of tequila. Of course, you could just give it a go dry, but I like to make it more interesting with this.” You pointed at the lime. She was the one who seemed interested now. “I’ll show you how to have one, then it’s your turn alright?” she nodded and you smiled as you poured a pinch of salt on the back of your palm. That twisting feeling in her stomach returned when your tongue slid through your palm and the the salt, all while keeping your eyes on her own. After that, the alcohol went down your throat as you bent your head slightly backwards, pouring after that the lime as your teeth sank in it. Your face scrunched up due to the sourness of it all, but still the people around you cheered for you as you slammed the shot glass on the coffee table in front of you, smiling. “Did you get it?” you inquired the blonde, whose eyes seemed eager on you, probably due to the rush of adrenaline that went through her veins at the thought of trying something new and exciting. “Then go ahead pretty girl.” you poured salt once again on the back of your palm, handing it to her with a smirk. Her cheeks grew red at your actions, but despite that, she took a deep breath and dove in. All of you seemed surprised by her decisiveness. Your breath hitched when you felt her warm tongue on your skin, licking it clean of the salt before pulling away, and without giving it much thought —since she knew that if she did she’d repent— poured the liquor in her mouth, almost gagging as the tequila hit her tongue, what made her nose scrunch. The turn on her stomach and the burning of her throat was a new feeling, maybe not the best, but it was something new. And that excited her. She knew that drinking was not something forbidden, she had just been too scared of her dad’s disappointment if she ever tried it, so she never did. “So?” everyone stared at her, expecting to know her thought about her first time dealing with alcohol.

Abby coughed, squinting a little bit as her hoarse voice broke the silence. “It burns.”

All of you bursted out in laughter, she could have said anything, and yet she went with the understatement of the century.

“Yeah, it usually does.” Ellie sighed, shaking her head. “That’s the fun of it. Trying to see how much of it you can handle before passing out.” Abby seemed confused as she frowned.

“That doesn’t sound very amusing.”

“Oh, that’s because you aren’t mixing it with anything else...” you smiled. “Actually, you could use a little bit of weed.” Ellie was quick to pull a little bag from her pockets with a bright smile. Once on your fingers and opened, you groaned at the strong and sour smell. “Fuck, I’d eat you out right now if there weren’t so many people here.” Ellie chuckled at your words, and Abby only blushed, taken back by your language. There was a burn in her stomach that pleaded her to make you let out more of those little sounds out of your mouth. And maybe she should be scared, of feeling all of this for a girl. But somehow she wasn’t. She just needed to learn more. Know more. Feel more.

“I don’t think that…” she started, but you only looked at her and she was a goner, the words dying in her throat. Her best friend seemed pretty entertained by the situation. Abby the saint Anderson was finally giving in to having some fun, and it was all because of you. She didn’t know if she should be happy about it or be absolutely jealous.

On the other hand, Abby was absolutely haunted, haunted by your fingers dealing with the drug, rolling up the blunt and your tongue sneaking in between your lips to lick it seal. She felt that tingling on her pussy, although she tried to soothe it off by going over the Genesis.

“Done.“ you smiled, and Dina handed you her lighter so you could light the blunt up.

Abby looked closely as your lips wrapped around the joint and how your cheeks hollowed as you took a hit. You let out a pleased sigh when the smoke filled your lungs. “Fuck.” you loved it. The high, the dizziness, the numbing of your limbs. “Williams, let me marry you. I’ll make a good wife, I promise.” she let out a laughter as she reached out for the blunt, which you obviously handed her.

“Sorry sweetheart, you know I love you, but you’d be too much for me to handle.” you fakely pouted when the blunt was back on your hands.

“Well, it wouldn’t have worked anyways.” you shrugged, taking another hit with a playful smile. “You are not my type...” Abby’s breath hitched when your eyes found hers. “What do you say pretty girl? Are you in?” you offered her the blunt, and after a little hesitation, her fingers stole it from yours. You noticed that she had beautiful hands, soft, with large and thick fingers that would surely look better pushing inside your…

“How should I…?” she seemed scared of it, holding it away from her as if it were a deadly weapon. And maybe it was.

“Right. A saint. Probably haven’t even smoked a cigarette.” you said, scooting closed to her ‘till your thigh was flushed against hers, fingers around her wrist to guide the joint to her lips. She felt her heart skip a beat when her eyes fell to your chest, which stood dangerously close to her own. “Okay. So you put it on your lips and then you suck, but don’t just leave the smoke in your mouth, it has to fill your lungs, so as you suck you need to inhale as deep as you can. If your throat burns, then that means you are doing it okay.” she was following your words and doing as you told her. “But don’t do it too hard or you’ll…” but maybe she was going too fast, since she started to choke on the smoke. “Choke.” you were quick to give her back pats.

“Are you okay?” Lily inquired her, handing her a cup of alcohol. Maybe it wasn’t the best option to go for, since alcohol and weed actually were a strong combination for a beginner, but it was the only thing around.

“Aw she’s fine…” Dina laughed. “You aren’t a beginner if you don’t choke on your first hit.”

“On god.” Ellie teasingly said, sending a kiss to the sky.

She shivered when your fingers dug in her hair, comforting her as her coughing ceased. “Are you okay, pretty girl?” she nodded, too lost on the feeling of your touch. “Wanna try again?” she looked at you as if you were crazy, what made you let out a laughter. “Don’t look at me like that, here, let me help you.” you urged her, taking the blunt from her hand and raising it to your lips to take a deep hit. Her breath hitched when the hand that stood in her hair pushed her near your face. Her eyes widened and her pulse spiked up when your breath hit her own, the weed and alcohol on it making her feel dizzy. Or maybe the fact that your lips were mere inches away from hers was. She really couldn’t know.

Neither of you noticed the way your friends were staring at the two of you.

The hand that held the joint went to her cheek, thumb pressing against her bottom lip as you pulled from it. “Open.” she was quick to do what you’ve asked her to. “Now breathe in for me, will you?” she nodded, and as you blew the smoke on her lips, she took it in. The burning was still there, in the back of her throat, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been the first time. You pulled away with a satisfied smile on your lips, seeing her hold her breath as much as she could —like she had seen you do—. “Good girl.” she almost whined at you words, not understanding why they had had such a great impact on her. There was something in the way you’ve said it that made her shake in your hands. “Now, that wasn’t that bad, was it?” she shook her head, fighting the urge to lean on your touch, on the fingers that now massaged her scalp after a third hit from your lips.

“Woah, are we… Interrupting something here?” Dina was the first to break the silence, making Lily and Ellie laugh.

“The room suddenly feels too hot…” the auburn haired said, fanning her face and making your eyes practically send her daggers. “Just saying…” she rose her hands in surrender.

Abby was feeling her limbs tingle as the clock ticked, eyelids heavy and and mind fuzzy. You seemed to notice. “You okay, pretty girl?” she looked at you through half-lidded eyes, a smile tugging on her lips.

“Feels amazing.” she muttered, and all of you laughed at her reaction.

“Ellie, I think we’ve just created a monster.” you mocked her, but she just seemed happy to see her best friend so relaxed, and having fun.

She was about to answer you, but suddenly the girls that had asked her about having some crystal before peeked through the closed door. She understood what they had come looking for just by taking a look at them. She tapped the arms of the sofa before standing up, grabbing the attention of the group.

“Ladies, I need to go and make some business.” she announced with a smirk. “Do you mind if I leave Abby with you for a little bit?”

You opened your mouth to answer but before you could Lily and Dina were standing up.

“Yeah, we’re gonna— Lily needs to— Bathroom.” she simply said before she could grab the curly haired’s hand, her lips on her neck as they left the room, Ellie right behind.

It was then when you realized that only you and Abby were left behind. Alone. She seemed to realize too, since her body seemed to stiffen up

“Well, I guess we’re alone now, pretty girl.” you said, taking another hit of the blunt. You were probably overdoing it already, but you knew you could handle it. She nodded, trying not to show the way her hands were shaking. It was a really strange combination of feelings really: She was high. She was excited about her first party. She was nervous about being near someone as pretty as you… “What are you thinking about, hm? What’s going on inside that little head of yours?” Oh, and she was completely caught up in the way that your fingers kept brushing though her hair, in the way your eyes never left her.

“Nothing.” she sputtered out, what made you smile. You scooted a little bit closer, getting on your side so you could face her.

“Tell me, Abby…” you started. “What other things are there that you would like to do?” you bit your bottom lip, the fingers on her hair sliding down to her neck, where you connected the moles on her skin. Her eyes were on your red lips, on your chest, on your thighs… God, she felt impure.

“I… Uhm…” you decided to give her a little extra push, your chest almost brushing against hers as you leaned in, blowing the smoke on her face. She was taken aback, feeling the heat of your body against her making her pussy throb on her pants. She looked away from you, cheeks red and mind fuzzy, although her eyes found their way back to you when your palm pressed against her cheek, leading her back to you.

“Where are you looking at, hm? Eyes on me, Abby…” you muttered, your breath colliding with her own as you leaned in. “How pretty…” you muttered, thumb brushing against her bottom lip, pulling, getting a shaky breath as an answer. “Such a pretty face and yet no one has ever kissed you before? What a waste…” You weren’t stupid, you had noticed the way the blonde stared at you, expecting doe eyes, lingering blue shining above the red… “Such a pretty pretty girl.” she whined as your lips brushed against hers, teasing her, pulling her in to the sin she had learned to avoid. The sin she had made herself avoid.

“y/n…” she let out a short breath, hoarse voice only a whisper as she leaned in ever further, trying to pursue the plump of your lips and the electrifying feeling that shook her body anytime you were near.

“What is it, hm?” you smirked, and she whined when you pulled from her hair to keep her from getting any closer. “Want me to kiss you Abby?” you inquired. You liked the girl, you wanted the girl, and you were selfish about what you wanted, but you were no monster.

She nodded, tongue sneaking in between her lips to dampen them before they’d fall apart in a plead. “Please…”

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head and making her cry out. “Nuh-uh… You can do better than that, baby. Use your words. Let me hear you ask for it.” she whimpered, eyes on your red lips as her own cheeks flushed, probably due to embarrassment, or the alcohol that travelled through her veins, or the fact that she wanted it, you, so bad she felt like dying…

“Please, kiss me…” she whispered, almost inaudible under the music playing from the party. “Please…” and when her eyes met yours, when you saw that linger in the blue of them, the need… You were quick to pull her in, leaving the blunt aside as your lips met hers. God, you’d been wanting to do that since she had stepped in the room. Your core ached when she moaned in your mouth, her hands shaking at her sides as her eyes squeezed shut, what made you laugh as you pulled away, shaking your head. You quickly threw one of your legs over her lap, straddling her muscled thighs and making her eyes widen, muscles incredible stiff below you. “Come on, Abby, why don’t you relax on me a little?” you left a couple of wet kisses on her neck, making her sigh under your touch and letting your hands guide hers to your ass. “You can touch me, I don’t bite.” you amusedly said, teasing her before you would lean in once again to meet her lips, nor before a “Unless you want me to…” she was shaking when you kissed her again, breath hitching and a moan leaving her lips when you started to rock your hips against her. She was already wet. So wet… “Why don’t you open your mouth for me, hm?” you muttered against her mouth, your thumb pulling on her bottom lip. She did as you said, what made you smile. “Yeah, just like that, good girl…” she moaned when your tongue slid right inside her mouth, swirling around hers. Her fingers dug on your ass, making you hum into the kiss as you pulled on her hair. Her jaw fell slack as you ground a little bit harder against the crotch of her pants and against her aching cunt, which throbbed.

When you pulled away, her glasses had fogged up due to your wet kisses.

“y/n…” she whimpered as your lips trailed down her throat, harshly sucking hickeys on her skin and hands bucking you against her. She felt dizzy, high in a drug under your name, delirious even. This felt so good, you on top of her, dry humping her, kissing her… She never wanted it to stop.

“Shit… That’s it.” you said, getting off her lap —hearing a whine fall from her lips— and pulling from her hand so she could get up. “Let’s go.” you were fast to leave the stoner room and start to drag her upstairs, getting her in in the first empty room you could find and locking the door behind your back before you’d kiss her again. Seeing your lipstick all smeared on her lips made you want to devour her.

She opened her mouth for you, just like you had taught her, stumbling backwards in between groans as you led her towards the bed. She let out a surprised gasp when you pushed her on the chest, making her sit down. “What… What are you doing?” she inquired you as you kneeled in front of her, breathing strained and lips swollen. Her blonde hair was all messed up, as well as her clothes, and her pussy hurt so much under her pants she couldn’t help but wish you were back kissing her, rubbing against her and making it better. She was high, and needy, and the sight of you down on your knees with your hands brushing her thighs was absolutely not making the pain go away any time soon.

“Praying.” you smiled at her as you unbuckled her pants and pushed them down her thighs along with her underwear, your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“W-Wait!” she tried to stop you, overwhelmed by being so exposed in front of you, but all that embarrassment left her mind when you pushed her legs apart and left a little peck on her clit. Her pussy was pretty, blonde mound and pinkish dripping folds soaked for you. You smiled when she let out a load moan at the fat strip you made up her pussy, taking in all her slick, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Your pussy was drenched, throbbing at her moans and whines.

“Such a pretty girl with a pretty pussy...” she whimpered when you licked clean her arousal off her slit. “Does that feel good, hm? Like my tongue?” she nodded, eyes squeezed shut when you gave it a long stripe from her hole to her clit before sucking it inside your mouth. You moaned against her, ‘cause she tasted so good… And you wanted to fuck your face on her pussy so bad that it had you thrusting your hips down on your heels to look for some relief.

“Oh, God… Ohgodohgodohgod…” you chuckled as you let her go with a pop, spitting on your hand before your fingers would circle her entrance, making her thighs clench and a moan leave her lips.

“No God here, baby, ‘s just me.” she whimpered when your mouth went back to her, slowly pushing one finger into her tight walls. Her fingers unconsciously laced on your hair, making you hum against her clit and her whine. She felt like chocking with her spit. She has never felt something like this. How could this feel so good? This was supposed to be a sin. She was supposed to be taken away by Satan to hell and burn for the eternity. And yet there she was, feeling like stepping in Heaven.

She seemed extremely sensitive on her clit, where you teased her with your tongue, making her moan and whimper as you curled your finger against her g spot. There was this pressure, this heat building up in her lower stomach that made her head feel all fuzzy and her limbs weak as you pushed your ring finger inside.

“y/n…” she whined, her pussy throbbing around your fingers and fully leaking. You could feel she was about to cum, and its speed and her poor stamina only made her cuter.

“Poor baby… Is it too much? Is my mouth too much for you, hm? Want me to stop?” you inquired her, entertained by her slack jaw and glossed over eyes. She was gone. Completely dumbified. You’d love to see how she’d react once she was thrusting against you, maybe fucking into you with a fake cock… You were dripping down your thighs at the thought of it.

She shook her head, the hand on your hair only tightening. “No! Please, don’t stop, please? Pleasepleaseplease…” she begged, moaning loudly when you went back to fucking her g spot. “Feels so good, so good, please…” she was a babbling mess, unable to think, desperate to reach something that she was stumbling towards, something new, something unknown…

You bit down on your bottom lip. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my mouth? Gonna give me your first orgasm, hm?” her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she saw you stuck your tongue out, drool falling onto her pussy and clit and connecting it to your mouth through a string of spit. She was sure that you were a succubus, a devil in disguise that had come to haunt her and led her away from God. And honestly? She’d let you do it. ‘Cause just how beautiful you looked with her clit in your mouth, the sight of your glossed and red eyes staring up at her as you sucked her clean with all your red lipstick smeared all over her pussy and folds… Fuck. Simply… Fuck. She was so close to reaching that feverish feeling that had her shaking on her spot that she started to moan and whimper more loudly.

“Please, please, please…” she didn’t even know what she was begging for, her strained pleading making you start to lap at her faster, sucking on her clit harder. “Oh god, something’s gonna… I’m gonna…” she was a whimpering mess, eyes watering to the overwhelming sensation of her first orgasm, which was about to crumble her to pieces.

“Come on pretty girl, let go for me. Let me have it, hm? Let me taste you.” you said before kitten licking her clit, fucking her with your fingers. That’s all it took for her to fill your mouth up. Her orgasm hit her like a wave. So hard she was gasping for air, as if she were drowning under water. Her sight went completely white, mind blank and ears ringing as her body relaxed under your touch. When she came back from it, you were cleaning her up with your tongue, swallowing her warm cum and caressing her thighs in comfort. You hummed at the taste, sucking your fingers clean. “You okay, baby?” you inquired her as her eyes fluttered open, glossy and teary, pupils fully blown. She shivered when your lips latched to the skin of her hip bone, sucking hardly enough to leave a bruise, making her fingers lace harder in your hair.

“y/n…” she whimpered, feeling how your lips slowly trailed up her lower stomach, your hands getting rid of the buttons of her shirt as you sat back down on her lap. You were starting to believe it to be your favorite seat ever.

“Did that felt good baby?” you smirked, loving the fucked out look on her face and her dizzy nodding. “Look at you, so fucked out you can’t even speak. You liked cumming in my mouth, huh?” you teased her, making her moan as your hands sneaked up her unbuttoned shirt. “Want a taste?” you whispered on her ear, nibbling on her jaw and making her gasp, her pussy was already getting wet again. So eager… “Open up for me.” you whispered against her lips when she nodded. And she did. In a heartbeat.

Your tongue was quick to push inside her mouth, both of your moaning in the kiss as your hips rocked harder against her own. She was shaking when you pushed her hands from your waist to your breasts, she groaned when you squeezed hers to make a domino effect and urge her to touch you just how she wanted. “Tell me Abby, what is it that you want?” you inquired her as your breaths mixed, sucking on her bottom lip. Her eyes squeezed shut when you went back to sucking on her neck. “What do you want to do now?”

“I want… I want to make you feel good.” she breathed out, glossy brown eyes full of lust when staring into your own. She wanted to make you feel the way you had made her feel, better, if that could be possible…

You smiled at her words. “Oh yeah?” you bit your bottom lip brushing her messy hair backwards and playfully tugging on it, making her take a shaky breath as she nodded. “You wanna make me feel good, Abby?” her skin grew on goosebumps when you guided one of her hands down your body, ‘till her fingertips got lost underneath your dress and in between your legs. You moaned when her palm cupped your clothed cunt. She felt her heart skip a beat when you started to rock your hips against it. “Gonna let me teach you?” she nodded once again as you pushed your dress over your head, tongue coming out to lick her lips, eager to pull out of you more of those beautiful sounds. “Good girl…” you couldn’t know if she had moaned due to the amount of beautiful and flushed skin on display just for her or for your praise, but, at the moment, it truly didn’t matter, not when she stared at you like that.

She felt like fainting when she felt you, underneath the lace of your panties, her fingertips against your soaked cunt, so soaked you dripped on her fingers. “There.” you whined when you pushed her hand upwards, ‘till her fingertips bumped against that little bundle of nerves that could make you cum over and over again with just a little bit of stimulation. “Fuck, move your fingers around it, baby.” you instructed, moaning when she did, what only made her crave you more. “Yeah just like that.” you rocked your hips against her touch, pressing open mouthed kisses on her chest. “Now use your fingers. Inside.” you muttered on her neck when you pushed her hand down towards your hole. “Inside, please.”

Abby was lost. Lost in the new experience, in the new knowledge, but most of all, lost in the way your eyebrows knitted together when she first touched you under your underwear, or the way your mouth was falling open now that one of her fingers was fully inside of you, up to the knuckle. And Abby knew she was a goner when she found herself swearing. And she didn’t fucking swore. “Fuck.”

You were clamping around her finger when you pulled her in for a hungry kiss, teeth clashing and tongues swirling around each other as she started to pump in and out of you, making you moan and push on her touch. “Another one. Put in another one, please Abby.” you gasped out, and she followed, willing to do anything for you, anything as well as you kept moaning, and kissing her, and begging her for more, and… “Fuck, just like that…” you cried out.

Her pussy was throbbing like crazy, leaking in between her thighs as she took in just how… Heavenly you looked. On your black lace underwear, smeared red lipstick, messy hair, glossy eyes… You looked like an angel, no, like a god.

A god she would die to worship.

And she surely felt like cumming when her fingers slightly curved and hit that spot inside you that pulled out a whimper from your mouth. She wanted more. More of you falling apart. So she curved them once again, and again, and… But before she could know it, she found herself being pushed and laying on her back. “Wh—What?” she tried and ask. Had she done something wrong? If she had… But her voice died out when you were taking off your bra, and she felt like choking. They were perfect — it’s not like she had ever seen tits before, but if she had she would have thought the same—. They looked so soft… And your nipples, erect from lust… She just wanted to suck and bite on them.

She moaned when you rocked against her hips, the lace of your panties rubbing against her thigh. “y/n… Shit.” she could feel the dampness on the cloth, the heartbeat of your pussy against her.

“Too much, pretty girl?” you smirked, grabbing her wrists to lead her hands towards your breasts. Her big hands made you sigh when her fingers felt the plump of them, thumbs rolling your nipples…

“y/n…” she breathed out when you leaned in to kiss her neck and chest over her bra, marking her all up as she whimpered below you, loosing herself on the way your hips thrusted against her, your lips on her skin, your warm own in between her fingers… On the way your bare cunt felt against her skin once you’ve gotten rid of your panties, slick coating her skin as you slid against her. The two of you moaned before you could find yourself to hum in answer, eyes meeting her glossy and dazed ones. “More…” she whimpered, needing more, more of you. She noticed the hesitation in your eyes before her lips parted once again, “Please…” her hips thrusting upwards against your core, making you groan.

“So pretty begging…” you muttered before kissing her so deep and wet that she was left shivering.“You want to fuck me, hm? Want to fuck me, Abby?” you teased, pressing down against her and making her moan as she nodded. You moved in between her thighs sliding your fingers in between her lips.

“Yes, yes, yes… Pleasepleaseplease… Can I fuck you? Please, y/n, oh please. Let me fuck you, please…” tears swelled her eyes at the feeling of your pussy lining up with hers, mound barely touching, pressing down, teasing her with every false thrust of your hips. She needed to make you cum, needed you…

“How can I say no if you ask so nicely, hm?” you whispered against her lips before you’d push one of your thighs on her lap to push yourself against her, moaning at the feeling. It felt so painfully good you found yourself sinking your nails on her abs, moaning. “Shit, so wet…”

“Fuck.” she breathed out, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you felt so warm, so wet… Her fingers dug on your hips to keep you still when your clits met. By the way she was throbbing against you and how her breath sounded strained, you knew she was trying her best to not cum. So you waited it out, both of you did. A moan left her lips when your started to slightly grind against her, you biting down on your lip as she whimpered. “y/n…”

You slowly rose ‘till only your lips touched before slamming your hips back down onto her heat, moaning when your clits met and hearing her groan. “You like that, pretty girl? Your virgin pussy seems to, dripping like crazy for me.” you teased her, chuckling slightly when she nodded —too pussy drunk already— before starting to fuck yourself against her like the two of you needed.

And as your pace quickened, the more moans, pants and whines left both your lips.

“Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgi—“ she was a babbling mess as she watched you thrust against her sopping cunt —incoherent, moaning and whimpering, words becoming lost—, the sound of your juices filling the room along with the slapping of sweaty skin. You chuckled at her messed up appearance and crooked glasses.

“He can’t listen to you now, baby. Your moans suffocate it.” you smirked when she let out a whimper as you fucked her harder, kissing her neck and biting down on the skin. It was all so overwhelming… Your velvet lips leaving red stains all over her body, the prettiest tits bouncing up and down with every thrust, your soft moans and sighs of pleasure against her ear, the way you ground your puffy clit on hers, the way your warm and soaked pussy slid against hers… It was too much, too much that the blonde could feel tears stinging her eyes, threatening to spill over her flushed cheeks.

It surely was too much, but at the same time not enough.

She whined when you pushed yourself up and away, flopping on your elbows in front of her under her confused gaze. You gave her a playful smile before parting your legs, letting your pulsing wet hole show only for her. Her dilated pupils latched onto it, not letting go as one of your hands came to it to spread your sticky lips. She felt her mouth water, gulping loudly. “Why don’t you come fuck me like you’ve been wanting since this afternoon, hm? Don’t need to be a good girl with me, Abby.” she was quick to sit up and crawl her way over to you, enchanted by your sweet voice as if some enchantment had fogged her mind. She was even quicker to discard her glasses aside, unable to see no longer through the glass.

You gasped for air when she pushed in between your legs, and before you knew it, he was pushing her pussy against you in a quick and harsh thrust, making you grip and sink your nails on her broad shoulder blades as she started to relentlessly fuck you.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you moaned on her ear. “That’s it, shit.” you cursed in between heavy breaths, hearing her grunt.

She was hard, fast and needy, now being you the mumbling mess as you tugged on her hair and her lips sucked on your tits, biting your nipples and bruising the skin of your neck and chest, hands grabbing anywhere and everywhere, kneading your soft skin as she moaned against it. “Fuck Abby, that’s it, baby…” your body was buried and shook on the sheets with every new thrust, sliding up and down the duvet. She was fucking the brains out of you.

You gasped for air when one of her hands gripped your neck, pinning you to the bed as her hips harshly clashed against yours. You smirked when she groaned at your wetness, the feeling of your cunt sliding against hers. “I knew you had it in you. Not that of a good girl anymore, huh?” she whined when your fingers tugged harder on her hair, hips staggering at the pleasure as her eyes squeezed shut. She was in a daze. “You like that pretty girl?” you teased, moaning when her grip around your neck tightened and she gave you a extremely harsh thrust that pressed just on the right spot, making your thighs shake and a needy and loud moan leave your lips, crying out for her to fuck you harder, to fuck you just like that.

You could feel the coil on your lower stomach, every new hit on your clit making you get closer and closer to that high and making your walls clench. “Shit, y/n…” her lips parted in a whimper, her hand leaving your neck to take a hold on your hips and seek more of those pretty moans of yours… She dragged you against her pussy with every push of her hips, pulling from you to reach your highs.

“Abby i’m close, fuck, i’m so close baby, gonna cum all over your pussy, shit.” you were choking on your words.

Your moans got muffled when she kissed you, her tongue pushing inside your mouth as her thrusts lost their rhythm, too close to cumming on your sopping cunt. “y/n, y/n, y/n…” she could feel yourself throbbing against her, your orgasm approaching right beside hers. She wouldn’t last, you knew that. “fuck, ah, y/n I’m gonna…, I’m—“

One of your hands came up to her face, your thumb pressing against her bottom lip as she rested her forehead against yours, her breath fanning over your face. “Cum on me, please Abby, please…” you breathed out, eager, begging, gone. Her eyebrows knitted together as her lips fell on a moan, pussy throbbing as she thrusted against you one, two, three more times before painting your folds in white, making you moan at the feeling. Droplets of her cum were falling on your thighs and the sheets every new thrust, whimpering due to the stimulation but still eager to make you come, to make you feel good.

“Oh shitshitshitshit…” you muttered, your hips following hers as you felt yourself seconds away from your own release.

“Cum for me, y/n, please? Please, y/n, please…” she begged, driving you over the edge and making you cum so hard you saw stars behind your closed eyes.

She groaned when she felt your cum mixing with her own, coating her pussy.

The two of you stayed still as you came down from your highs. You were sticky with cum and sweat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push her away, and she didn’t seem to despise the idea of holding you for a little longer.

Now Abby understood. She finally understood how even a creature as perfect as Lucifer couldn’t had helped falling to the deep depths of hell. All it took was the perfect sin, the perfect poison.

And Abby was sure to had found hers in you.

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[justauthoring]

just hold me.

it's hard to find out the truth, but despite it; you still just want jesse.

a/n: no one will probably read this but i love jesse <3

pairing: jesse pinkman x f!white!reader

tw. for attempted sexual assault. also, you're walter white's daughter but no description of the reader is given.

Truthfully, you’re not even sure what you’re doing here.

But the tears pouring down your cheeks won’t stop, and your feet don’t stop moving beneath you. You’re just walking with no real destination. Your hands are shaking and everything hurts but you don’t want to go home to your apartment; it’s too silent. Going to your parents wasn’t an option either because then you’d just be riddled with questions. You thought about going to your uncles, but he’d be just as overbearing in a completely different way

And you certainly couldn’t go to Jesse’s.

He was the whole reason you were out here in the first place and you weren’t ready to face him.

Not yet.

You’re not sure if you ever would be.

“Oh, God…”

You take a sharp turn, not fully aware of where you’re even going. It’s late and dark and you don’t even really know what part of town you’re in, just that it’s far away enough that no one you know will stumble upon you–exactly what you want. You don’t want anyone to see you, not like this, and you can barely form a coherent thought in your own head so trying to explain your state would surely be nothing but bad.

No, it was best to be alone.

Try to sort out your thoughts.

Because what even were your thoughts?

It was one thing to find out your boyfriend was a drug dealer, but another to find out it wasn’t just the small things; which sure, were just as unsafe but still… not–not crystal meth and certainly not things as big ties to the cartel. You weren’t stupid and it wasn’t like you didn’t know who Jesse was. You’d gone to high school with him, and you knew the sort of people he hung around and the things he’d done… no. You weren’t stupid.

You’d known. Had a suspicion, even if you’d never asked. Because honestly, it didn’t really matter to you all that much. He was careful to keep it separate from you and he wasn’t like that with you. He’d never once tried to force you to try something or get you involved. There was a clear line he’d drawn and he refused to let it blur and you were okay with that, even if you shouldn’t, for the simple and plain fact that you loved him.

But the cartel was different. That was bigger, even if you didn’t understand the whole scope. That was a whole new scope of danger that didn’t settle right with you.

That you couldn’t just ignore. Couldn’t just turn the other way because of your feelings.

And to top it all off, he was doing it with your own father.

Cooking and selling meth with Walter White.

Your father.

You’re not thinking straight. You surely can’t be.

Because… because there was no way. There just couldn’t be.

But you remember everything that’s happened the past few months with him, starting when he’d been diagnosed with cancer all the way to the way him and your mother had been acting with each other. 

Everything had been off. You didn’t need to still be living in the house to see that.

Skyler wouldn’t tell you, even when you pressed her on it but you knew she knew something. And now you had no doubt in your mind–she knew that your father was cooking and selling meth and…

“What the hell,” you huff, shaking your head in disbelief of the whole thing. It was crazy, plain and simple and it was entirely, without a doubt, true.

You realize somewhere along the way you’d stopped, found yourself in some sort of alley and had pressed yourself up against the wall to give yourself a minute. You’d been so upset and out of your mind that when you left Jesse’s you hadn’t grabbed a coat; you’d barely given yourself time to put on your shoes. He was coming towards you, trying to explain things, but you couldn’t handle listening to his explanation and had slammed the door shut in his face before he could reach you. 

You’d heard him screaming for you but you’d gotten in your car before he could reach you and drove off, wound up in some bar to drink the thoughts away and now you’d gotten lost on your way back to your car.

And found yourself in an alley, all alone.

Pressing your palms to your cheeks, you let out a shaky breath.

What were you supposed to do now?

You let your head fall into the palms of your hands, trying to push the heavy thoughts from your mind without much luck. It isn’t until you felt a hand fall on your arm did you look up, a gasp leaving your lips as your eyes settle on a man, a few years older than you, leering down at you with a small smile.

Your lips part but no words leave your lips.

“Hey there, little lady, you okay?”

His voice is gravelly, eyes sunken despite not being that old. His skin looks pale from what you can tell in the dark and somewhat sickly, but despite that, his eyes are set firmly on your own, and that smile never wavers.

“Uh, y-yeah,” you stammer, remembering yourself. There’s a tightening to your chest as you feel his grip tighten on you the second you move and you’re pressing your hands against the wall behind you to try to push yourself up. “S-Sorry. Long night.”

“Looks like it,” he laughs but it isn’t pleasant at all. “You look like you’ve been cryin’.”

Raising your hand, you wipe at your cheeks, pulling back only to see your smudged and ruined mascara. “Oh,” you laugh lightly, forced, glancing to your right which leads back to the street; you hadn’t realized how far you’d crawled into the alley and just how sketchy everything around you looks. 

“Yeah,” you nod at him, shuffling to the right. “Th-thanks for checking on me, but I should get going.”

“Now, hold on.”

Your chest tightens, letting out a small cry as his grip turns bruising around your arm and he gives a small tug. You’re still not sober enough, wobbly on your own feet as you stumble towards him, the movement surprising you. His free hand catches you by the waist and you tense.

“It’s too late for a lady like yourself to walk home all on her own,” he moves to explain, still with that ever unnerving smile. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“No, no, really–” you argue, pressing a hand against his chest as you try to pull your arm away. He just squeezes tighter, enough to pull an actual cry from your lips as your eyes widen, the panic doubling as your heart pounds against your chest. “Please. You’re hurting me!”

“Shh,” he says, leaning in to press his face into the crook of your neck, the hand at your waist slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. “It’ll feel good. I promise.”

You try to push against his chest again but he just digs his nails into your arm and then he’s shifting, slamming your back against the wall you’d been leaning against a few minutes ago. The panic seizes you completely, your inebriated mind trying to get your limbs to work enough to shove him off but your body isn’t working the way you want and your vision is blurred. His grip is tight, shifting to press your hands together above your head and using the other to grab at your shirt, pulling it up.

“Stop,” you cry, “no! Stop!”

But he doesn’t listen. And no one else does if there even is someone else in the alley with you.

You’re completely alone.

His lips ghost across your neck and you feel like you’re going to be sick, the brick of the building biting into your skin and his nails digging into your wrist, harsh enough to draw blood. He’s raised your shirt enough to reveal your bra and his hands are working fast to unclasp the back, giving a tight squeeze before his fingers drift across the expanse of your stomach and around to the back.

You’re crying, you realize. Somewhere along the way the tears had started, pouring profusely down your cheeks, sobs wrenching from your lips as you’re defiled. The weight of him against you is suffocating and you can’t breathe properly. 

You feel your bra loosen around your chest and you cry, trying to fight his grip on your hands with a new struggle, before suddenly the weight disappears off of you. You see a blur rush past you but you barely pay mind, your legs giving out beneath you as you sink to the ground, knees coming to your chest as you let out a cry.

None of your body listens to you and you can’t move even as you hear a cry and a familiar voice yelling. There’s a loud thud, followed by a repeated lighter thud, and you try to force yourself to move, push your body, and a small cry leaves your lips as you do and suddenly there’s a body in front of you.

At first you’re worried it’s the man but there’s a familiar voice calling for your name and then you recognize the blue eyes staring back at you.

Oh.

“Jesse…”

His name leaves your lips in a broken whisper and his face twists, a curse leaving his lips as he gently grabs you by the waist, pulling you towards him. “It’s okay,” he breathes, voice soft, gentle and it’s soothing in a way you can’t right describe. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

He’s wrapping something warm around you and you realize how cold you are in that moment, relishing in the warmth that envelopes you as you grab onto him. “Jesse,” you cry, this time your voice stronger but in a way that’s heartbreaking as your voice pitches and cracks. “Jesses, he… I couldn’t…”

“I know,” he huffs and he sounds mad. Is he mad at you? “I… it’s okay. He can’t hurt you, okay? Let me take you home, okay? Let’s go home.”

You grip onto him tightly, scared he’ll disappear from your own hands. “Yours,” you whisper, “i wanna go… to yours.”

He nods, even if you don’t properly process it and then his right arm is wounding around your waist, pulling against him as he slips his right arm under your knees. He holds tight but in a way that isn’t anything like the man before and it makes you feel entirely different too.

Safe.

It makes you feel safe.

Enough that finally, your eyes fall shut

-  

When you open your eyes next, you’re in a bed.

And your mind is a lot more clear.

You blink, recognizing the ceiling, and then you’re pushing yourself up. You realize that you’re in one of Jesse’s shirts and a pair of your leggings, meaning he must’ve changed you when he brought you here. You’re thankful for that, and as you prop yourself upwards, you notice the bruises lining your wrists and the one on your arm and frown, touching it faintly, hissing at the pain that radiates as a response.

Then, a pair of footsteps pull your attention towards the door.

Jesse’s eyes widen when he sees you awake and he’s rushing forward, setting the cup of water on the table next to the bed as an afterthought. He falls on the edge of the bed and he moves to reach for you, before suddenly halting, his eyes widening and moves to pull back.

You grab for him before he can, hand falling on his and squeezing as his eyes snap up to yours.

“Thank you,” you whisper, quiet. “For saving me.”

“Fuck,” Jesse curses, face twisting. “I went looking for you everywhere… I couldn’t find you and then I found your fucking car but you weren’t anywhere near it. It wasn’t until I heard you crying that I found you and the sight of that… that man on you–like that, I just—fuck… I could've killed him.”

Letting go of his hand, you wrap your arms around yourself.

“I went to a bar after… after I left and drank too much,” you explain, eyes downcast. “I wasn’t thinking straight and I ended up in that alley and he just… that man just–” You can’t finish your words.

Jesse and you are quiet for a moment.

Then, Jesse shifts. “Listen… um… I understand if you, well—don’t want to see me anymore. I can bring you home and then go find your car for you. It’s no problem. I just…” He hesitates, scratching at his head as he avoids your gaze. “I just—I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, especially with Mr. White too or–or for you to get hurt like you did… I should’ve–that never should’ve happened.”

“Jesse,” you whisper, shaking your head. “What happened wasn’t your fault.”

He frowns, brows furrowing and he just huffs; “yes, it was…”

It wasn’t. You want to argue but you know he won’t listen.

So you move on.

“I do want to see you still.”

Blinking, Jesse’s eyes snap to yours.

“I know I shouldn’t,” you explain, letting your hands fall into your lap. “I know I should be… be angry or at least scared… but I’m not. I was, in the moment. But I’m not scared of you, I could never be. And I’m not angry or upset either. I just… I just want you.”

You turn to look at Jesse, begging with your eyes and he turns to look at you, hesitating–like he knows this is wrong.

So, so very wrong.

But you just look at him, pleading and he caves even if he shouldn’t. Because he just wanted you too.

So much.

So he caves and he reaches for you, arms grabbing you as he pulls you towards him, into his lap and against his chest and holds you as you cry and cling onto him.

And he never lets go.

#breaking bad #jesse pinkman #jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman imagine #aaron paul

[childofgod-3]

“You don’t know what you have until it’s gone”

Romans 8:28

King James Version

28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose

Our relationship was far from perfect, the world around us and the company we kept certainly impacted us In a negative way. My love and I were both addicted to crystal meth and of course the drug itself as well as drug culture affected us as well. This manifested in Tony being jealous and isolating me in our apt. I was not allowed to go anywhere not even allowed to go wash our laundry unless he was present. In part he was being controlling jealous and possessive but also I took into account that I had lived a sheltered life and that my new surroundings were not safe for some one like me. I was not allowed to have any visitors either he later allowed me to have female company but he was very clear I was never to allow another male in to the apt. when I was home alone. (I trust his judgement and to this day follow his instructions/rules. I made the mistake of allowing males from the apt complex into my apt. After his passing and now understand why that rule existed 3 of them took advantage of my grieving in a sexual way, each of the tree followed up one of them told me he was moving in and he was in control, another stole some money from me, and one asked for help in cashing a check and turned around and lied to the police I stole his money on a drug deal gone bad there was a fourth that got physical) I’m hard headed and I choose to give every one the benefit of the doubt It took those four incidents for me to realize that Tony was looking after me and not isolating me just because he was jealous. Tbh I still break the rule but no one from this complex or neighborhood.

Because I’m so hard headed and set in my ways I challenged Tony and used my venomous tounge In retaliation. Things escalated and he became physically abusive, he would walk in the door and I would, great him happily asking how was your day pops, with out saying a word he would rush at me swinging ar me pushing me into a corner forcefully breaking drywall strangling me at times once I passed out from his choke hold. I couldn’t understand why he was so angry and say him down several times and he couldn’t tell me why he was so violent to the person he loved the most. We both also acknowledge that we have never spoken such ugly and disrespectful words to another human in our lives but yet we could not surpass this habit. He was loud when physically aggressive and didn’t care who heard all the neighbors were concerned for my safety as he would yell that he was going to kill me and leave me in a pool of my blood after he painted the walls with my blood. To the outside world I was a battered wife and to afraid to leave him. My previous partner had shot me and to this day wishes me dead. It’s no coincidence he used to say the same exact words to me I’m going to kill you and leave you in a pool of your blood after I paint the walls with your blood. (I’ll explain on a later post why they spoke the same words) the threat was so clear my neighbors called the police to run a welfare check on me and got management staff involved. At the time Tony left the apartment for the last time in an ambulance we were being evicted, I had visited with apartment manager and for the first time she showed me kindness and basically said she was aware I was being abused and that I could remain in apt. But I would have to get him to move out. That very day he left for the hospital he was furious and threw a St. Jude glass candle (already burned out) at me and i quipped something to the effect of him being unable to over come hurdles because he was disrespectful even to the saints. he yelled at me you stupid Bitch I should have killed you months ago and he lunged at

Me with a metal pipe, I ran to the front door from the bedroom and he collapsed and immediately asked for my help to lift up from the floor and help him back to bed and so I did and called 911. I endured that type of abuse only because I put my trust in God and his plan for me and even if I didn’t understand it, even if I were to meet a horrible end at the hands of my love then I was at peace with it for if it was Gods plan I accepted to be in my best interest.

It was not until his passing that God gave me the understanding of how much Tony truly loved me. What appeared to me (and the outside world) to be an abusive relationship at the hands of a jealous and controlling partner was our misinterpretation of the intent behind his actions. Tony sat me down at one point and had a heart to heart with me telling me he was killing himself to take care of me and that he needed me to put In an effort so he didn’t have to run himself ragged not having a clue what’s he meant I gave him a smug response basically telling him I didn’t ask him to do a thing or provide a thing for

Me. And if I didn’t help with house hold shores like laundry it was only because he would not allow me outside the apt. I regret having said those callous words, as a result I try and respond to people from a place of love. What Tony was doing was isolating me, cutting me off from outside influences and silencing me (he would not allow me to speak he said if I had to tell him anything to text or email him) until he silenced all of my thoughts. The emailing was his way of getting me to journal my thoughts and emotions and when he realized he wasn’t getting thru he understood the only way I would understand I was living in a fantasy world of my own creation due to my childhood trauma. Is the only way I learned as a child the hard way with physical violence and verbal abuse it really did kill him to have to hurt me and be so cruel to me. I was even more devastated having learned how much Tony loved me. In my understanding he had to die in order for me to live an authentic life firm in reality. I knew the man loved me and thought back to my declaration I made to myself that I was going to love him and show him love like no other. He ended up showing me a love that I don’t I would be able to reciprocate. I truly did not know what i had in Tony until he passed away. My understanding that no matter what comes your way in life as long as you trust in God and his plan for you all that you endure is for the benefit of those who love him. I’m blessed beyond measure,

#Gods promises gods plan greiving

[metaphysicalpistolsoraclemine]

Deaest Ascending Souls...please be aware of The False Ascension Matrix.

The False Ascension Matrix is a inorganic alien technology NAA that was installed into the Astral Plane (4D) and is primarily controlled in the higher sound field dimension of 5D. It is a False White Light current ( aka False Christ Consciousness light used by the Imposter Spirit) that is sourcing and manipulated from the lower Soul Matrix dimensional realms. This false white light creates an intricate webbing with many Alien Implants and bio-neurological Mind Control technology which is exerted upon the human's soul body and mind ( through use of lower frequency wave manipulation) of the human being.

Which segues perfectly into to drug use and how it is used to soul trap those on the ascension path...

The NAA Promotes Drug Use.

The NAA promote substance abuse in all of its forms in order to gain full control over the human body, especially the sexual organs and brain waves. The increased spreading of synthetic Marijuana and genetically modified marijuana, have severe impacts to bio-neurological functioning, impairing Executive Function and decision making.

Once the NAA or Imposter Spirits are involved in the promotion of drug use in a human being who is unaware of the mind control influence made upon their mental state, thoughts and cravings, these continued destructive behaviors easily lead into full blown Addiction. Addicts lose their Inner Directional Compass and thus they have very poor Discernment, and lack the clarity required to comprehend or properly assess their environments. This combination makes it easy to trick, deceive and hijack that person's lightbody, Brain Waves and belief systems.

Some Abductees are coaxed into drug addiction through the Astral Plane dreamscapes, and it has been documented that injection of these substances have been administered by entities on the astral during sleep state, in order to promote addictive controls or pavlovian conditioning in the waking state.

Drugs used in ritual can be considered a form of Black Magic. Consciousness altering substances used during rituals are used in order to contact non-human intelligences, of which most of the time are very low level spirits, demonics and reptilians. Drug use allows the astral manipulation of the subject through the lowering of their lightbody frequency to levels that vibrationally connect with that particular type of entity. Drug use in the astral, or using drugs to connect ones consciousness with the Astral Plane, allow for easy latch on by all kinds of Energetic Parasites.

All addictions or regular use of any kind of consciousness altering substance, whether alcohol, Marijuana, cocaine, crystal meth, MDMA or the many labbed substances used today in the clubbing environments, can lower the persons frequency to such level they can be used through spiritual Attachments, parasites, Possessions or taken over by a reptilian entity that uses the body as a host. Any drug use is not advised, and if necessary it is suggested to be highly cautioned, during the high risk environment during the current War Over Consciousness on planet earth.

Now let's talk Ayahuasca, which is also commonly called yagé, ....it is an entheogenic brew made out of Banisteriopsis caapi vine, often in combination with various other plants. It can be mixed with the leaves of Chacruna or Chagropanga, dimethyltryptamine (DMT)-containing plant species. 

Ayahuasca, other ceremonial shamanic plants and psychedelic drugs are high risk behaviors that invite Attachments, Addiction Webbing and Possession for human beings on the planet during the Ascension Cycle at this time.

Ayahuasca plant spirit has been hijacked by many of the dark avatars and the consortium of NAA entities that are on this planet during the Ascension Cycle looking to harvest Soul bodies and the possibility to take over the physical body. It is designed to interfere with true spiritual communication links and shut off the neurological communication functions between the persons consciousness and their higher spirit. It will install its own software programs to run the body, and brain in the autonomic functions of the Central Nervous System. It is usually an astral enlightenment program to trick the person into believing their artificially induced spiritual and altered consciousness state is real. The Ayahuasca plant is connected to a massive spirit, that has grown in size from many people being falsely lead on this path and taking it at high quantities during this time. The design of this plant ceremony in most common cases, is that the spirit of the plant is manipulated by negative forces that want the original consciousness of the person taking the drug to leave the body and/or change Timelines. The goal for the Imposter Spirit that want to take over the human body either in the current time, or in the future timelines, use the Ayahuasca plant to act as its conduit and dark portal opening to allow access into the inner spiritual sanctum of that person.

From the Guardian Krystal Star host perspective, Ayahuasca should be avoided and steps taken to understand its true energetic signature and know who is behind its aggressive promotion in the spiritual communities.

Understandably this may be hard to hear for some... therefore, take what resonates and leave the rest...

Peace be with your mind

Peace be with your body

Peace be with your Soul.

Further reading...

#drugs #falseascension #falselight #falseexpansion #possession #NAA #GSF #GodSovereignFree #MetaphysicalPistol #Oraclemine

[glenngaylord]

Mother Of Intervention - Film Review: Jonathan Agassi Saved My Life ★★★★

Many years ago, Israeli filmmaker Tower Heymann thought it would be a fluffy good time to follow around one of the world’s leading gay adult film stars in service of a sexy, funny documentary. Little did he know at the time that his years of filming his star, Jonathan Agassi, would instead result in something so raw, touching, and harrowing, yet also profoundly universal.

Agassi, born Yonatan Langer in Brooklyn in 1984 but grew up in Israel, took off like a rocket when he made one of the most popular films in gay adult industry history. When the film first meets up with him, he’s living the high life in Berlin, traveling the world for film shoots, winning awards, and allowing his alter ego to give him the confidence he lacked as a young child. We see behind the facade early on when he visits his mother and two siblings in Tel Aviv. His close bond with them, especially with his very supportive Mom, gives us a sense of his troubled upbringing, filled with bullying and an absent, homophobic father.

Agassi’s success, however, gives him his strut, his ease with gender fluid clothing, and his feelings of overall godlike sexiness. That effeminate little child doesn’t seem too far below the surface, nor does the damage and trauma he has carried around with him throughout his life. Agassi doesn’t shy away from using drugs, from cocaine to crystal meth, as his career soars.

One stunning moment occurs only 8 minutes into the documentary when Agassi, sitting down for an interview, a lit cigarette in his hand, nods off mid-speech. Agassi’s then boyfriend intervenes, carrying him to bed. I’m afraid at this point, Heymann realized we aren’t in Kansas anymore. It won’t be the last time we experience this. From here, we witness a person spiraling out of control. He soon loses a major adult studio contract and makes money as an escort, where drug use seems either rampant or necessary to get him through nights where he’s too tired to have sex.

Luckily, Agassi has a beautiful relationship with a mother who allows him to be his true self, despite some slight pushback from his brother and sister. Clearly, Mom can talk about anything with her son. She accompanies him on a shooting location in Greece, loves letting him model his lacy lingerie and high heels, and watches his films, well, at least the talky, pre-sex parts! Although she’s a fearless protector, she also has the self-awareness to recognize that their dynamic feels unnatural. She feels she should be supporting him financially and not the other way around. Although unspoken, she seems to sense that her son has been wrestling some demons, and instinctively creates a safe space for him. It’s the core of a film which could easily have been a god-worshipping puff piece, but instead feels instantly relatable to any kid who grew up being made to feel less than his fantastic self.

Agassi’s father enters the picture to further complicate the narrative. In an attempt to figure out what makes his Dad tick, Agassi questions him about his marriage to his Mom. This scene had me riveted, trying to decipher what were lies and what were truths. This change in perspective, however, adds another layer to the theme of surviving one’s childhood.

Through it all, Heymann rigorously and patiently waits for his moments. After what seems like decades of manipulated narratives in documentary filmmaking, this one feels not only authentic, but emotionally connected. It’s impossible to watch this beautiful film without being shocked, but more importantly, without feeling something. Anyone who has ever had that one solid person who gets you, who is there for you no matter what, will connect with Agassi’s perfectly imperfect mother. Furthermore,  Agassi, who never seems to be playing it up for the cameras, risks it all with his brutally exposed persona, flaws and all laid bare for us to empathize. For those who want titillation, it’s there, although dialed back a bit from being explicit porn. Yet, this film, which deservedly won the Israeli version of the Academy Award for Best Documentary, proves there is so much more than meets the very sexy eyes.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (698): Tue 13th Feb 2024

Tuned into tonight’s Hollyoaks and Ste was begging James to get him some drugs in order to come with his guilt over causing Ella’s death. At one point he said to James “If you love me you’ll get me some crystal meth right now” I’m sure this was the name of a Channel 5 game show. In fact I’m sure they cancelled Neighbours in order to make room for it in their schedules. Later in the episode James met with Ste’s former drug dealer Kane on the pretext of buying some drugs but actually planted Ella’s boot in Kane’s car then tipped off the police so they would arrest him for Ella’s death. I thought that the perfect ending to the episode would be Ste embracing James after finding out that Kane would be going down for the murder and then asking “So did you get my crystal meth then?”. Later on Abe, Cleo’s sort of boyfriend who followed her back to Hollyoaks was trying to console her over her complicated relationship with Joel. At one point Joel left her a present with a note attached saying “The last time I saw you laugh was the time we got cupcakes from that bakery in London”. I mean…did the guy serving them have his cock hanging out of his pants or something because that’s the only way buying cupcakes could ever be funny. 

I was delighted to see that the Tories got a massive beating in the by elections which is hopefully a good indicator that they are going to get absolutely fucking battered in the proper election. What I find hilarious is Rishi Sunak continuing to brush off the low popularity of the Tory party by parroting the accusation that Labour don’t have a plan to get the country back on track. If he actually thought this then he would call the election right now safe in the knowledge that the British public would never back a prey with no plan. What I don’t understand is how the Tories haven’t decided to boot Sunak out yet. They gave Johnson the boot after he appointed a serial “groper” to the party and they thought this was the thing that would result in them not getting re-elected. However Sunak has become responsible for them being known as the party that wants to send immigrants to their deaths (and he can’t even do that because no airline will take on the job) and the party that has let the country slip into its second recession in two fucking decades and they think that this is somehow not as bad as what Johnson did? I’m fully aware that Sunak will make excuse after excuse between now and January 2025 as to why he doesn’t want to call an election so that he can put as much anti-Labour propaganda into the media as he can but at this stage I think he’s left it too late and when the day comes I look forward to voting Labour (and locking Mam in the toilet for the whole day so she can’t cancel out my vote by voting for the fucking Tories). 

[hayleyblog3]

Rob - Homeless, Bipolar, and Living on Skid Row

Rob is a homeless, bipolar gentleman living on Skid Row in Los Angeles, California. When he was in his teens, he was formally diagnosed with bipolar disorder following psychiatric care in the wake of his father’s death. He was raising his younger brother, who is 15 years younger than him, following his mother’s death. Eventually, through efforts of self-medicating using crystal meth and “fety” (fentanyl), he was unable to care for his brother and had to enlist the help of his maternal aunt. It was after this that he moved to Skid Row, where he experienced significant racism directed at him as a white man. 

He discusses his bipolar disorder as a reason for his disability. He has been on & off disability since he was 18, only allowed to work certain hours per week. He states he has briefly been medicated for bipolar disorder using oxcarbazepine - a medication for seizures and bipolar disorder - in conjunction with his crystal meth use. He states that crystal meth does not make him “high”, but it allows him to focus to a higher extent, particularly during episodes of mania. 

After his struggle with opiates, he was briefly on Suboxone. He believes that the formulation of Suboxone changed, and it became ineffective for him over time. He turned to opiates, like fentanyl, to curb withdrawal symptoms. 

When asked how he feels like he ended up on Skid Row, he has multiple attributes. Losing his mother was an issue for him, because he lost “her oversight”. He began missing doctor’s appointments, which then caused several states to deny him aid due to the track record he created in the wake of his loss. He is aware that his drug use does not help him remove himself from the situation. 

He does experience dangerous situations on Skid Row. He still holds his head high and carries himself well given his situation. 

[banyanboca]

Meth Addiction: National Meth Awareness Day Information

November 30 marks National Meth Awareness Day, a day dedicated to shining a light on the dangers and the heavy toll of meth use. Over the past two decades, meth use has become an increasingly serious problem both nationwide and in Florida. Each year, thousands of people fall victim to addiction - and it often takes intensive treatment and a great deal of determination to break the cycle of addiction and return to healthy living. Methamphetamines, or meth, are an illegal drug typically sold as a white or yellowish powder, or rock-like substance known as crystal meth. This drug is extremely potent and powerfully addictive, and it causes severe physical and psychological side effects, including insomnia, aggression, hallucinations, and even permanent organ damage. In order to raise awareness of this serious issue, here are a few key facts about meth: - Long-term meth use can lead to psychosis and permanent psychological damage. - Meth induces immediate but short-term pleasure which leads to dangerous addiction. - Meth overdose can lead to cardiac arrest, stroke, and death. Seeking help for meth use is essential for breaking the cycle of addiction and recovering from its devastating effects. There are many addiction treatment centers that address meth abuse specifically. Comprehensive rehab programs can provide the personalized and intensive care needed to address this destructive substance use disorder and return to a healthy lifestyle. In honor of National Meth Awareness Day, let's all work together to spread awareness, promote prevention, and celebrate recovery from meth addiction. If you or someone you know is struggling with this substance use disorder, seek out help from a specialty drug rehabilitation center near you.

#Drug Detox #Substance Abuse Treatment #Drug Rehab #Alcohol Rehab #Opiate Addiction

[behavorialhealthpalmbeaches]

"Flakka: A New Deadly Designer Drug on the Block"

In recent years, a new designer drug known as flakka has taken the nightclub and party scene by storm. This dangerous, addictive, and potentially lethal drug is causing more and more fatalities every year and is quickly becoming an epidemic among young adults. Flakka has become popular due to its cheaply produced, yet potent high. But many users don't realize how dangerous it can be until it's too late. The effects, withdrawal, and risks associated with taking flakka are significant. This new designer drug has quickly become a threat to many communities. Here are some of the dangers of flakka: - Flakka is an extremely addictive and potent stimulant, similar to crystal meth and cocaine. - It has been known to cause negative physical and mental health effects such as paranoia, hallucinations, and irrational behavior. - Overdose and fatal heart attacks have become increasingly more common due to use of this hazardous drug. In order to combat this growing issue, it is essential to understand its effects. Individual's at risk are encouraged to seek help from drug rehabilitation and addiction treatment centers. Awareness of the danger of flakka and knowledge of the available resources are some of the best ways to protect people at risk.

#Drug Detox #Substance Abuse Treatment #Drug Rehab #Alcohol Rehab #Opiate Addiction

[clearbrooktreatment]

"Understanding The Differences Between Bath Salts and Methamphetamine in Relation to Addiction"

Crystal meth, or powerful illicit drugs like MDMA, have taken a back seat to the growing trend of street drugs known as “bath salts.” The synthetic designer drug made out of harmless and illicit chemicals has been becoming increasingly popular in the United States. First synthesized in the early 2000s in the United Kingdom, the easy access to the drug and home production models have caused it to become increasingly popular in the past decade. In 2013 alone, it’s estimated that nearly 12 million people had tried it, and around 3 million were using it regularly. Bath Salts, also known as MDPV, can cause users to be overly active and paranoid, while also causing addiction and dangerous hallucinations. In some cases, users have even become violent and aggressive towards others or towards themselves. In Massachusetts, the drug has become an epidemic. It has had a disproportionately high rate of youth usage, with some reporting that as many as 30% of teens had reported to try the drug. While the drug is serious, there is hope. With the right help and the right addiction treatment centers, it is possible for users to overcome the effects of the drug and live a long and healthy life. The article takes a close look at the drug, its effects, and how users can become healthier. Here are three takeaway points from the article:

Bath salts are a growing trend, with 12 million people using in 2013

The drug has caused paranoia and aggression in users

Addiction treatment centers can help those addicted to the drug

The article found at https://www.clearbrookinc.com/news/bath-salts-vs-meth-massachusetts/ takes a close look at the drug, its effects, and how users can become healthier. For those who are addicted to bath salts, seeking professional help from addiction treatment centers can be a positive step toward a healthier life. It is also important to be aware of the possible effects of the drug and know the signs to look for if someone you know is using it. If you or a loved one needs help overcoming the effects of bath salts or other drugs, Clearbrook Inc can provide the support you need. Our team of experts specialize in providing drug rehabilitation services in a cozy and safe setting. Contact us today to learn more about how we can help you or a loved one.

#Drug Detox #Substance Abuse Treatment #Drug Rehab #Alcohol Rehab #Opiate Addiction

[banyan-pompano]

Debunking Common Myths about Drugs in Pompano

Drug use has become increasingly common in Pompano, FL and there are many reasons why. Unfortunately, with this rise in popularity, common myths about drugs have circulated which cloud the truth and leave people at risk for health complications and even death. Here are a few common myths and why you should be aware of them:

Drugs are just harmless fun - False. Most drugs are serious substances that can cause serious physical and mental health issues. Alcohol, marijuana, crystal meth, cocaine and a variety of other drugs can damage many parts of the body and mind, and depending on the level of abuse, can even be fatal.

You can't get addicted - False. Most drugs are highly addictive and regular use can lead to harmful and often life-long addiction. Rehabilitation can be necessary to become sober or cease the addictive use of a drug.

You can't overdose - False. Overdosing is possible with any drug, and in most instances is extremely dangerous. It can have a number of life-threatening effects, including coma, paralysis, and death. If an overdose is suspected, seek medical attention immediately.

Drug misuse in Pompano is a growing problem, and it's important to be aware of the facts. To learn more about how to handle situations involving drug use, such as drug testing and the consequences of breaking the law, visit the original article here. For more helpful resources and to better understand the potential risks associated with substance abuse, you can visit the Banyan Treatment Center Home Page.

#Drug Detox #Substance Abuse Treatment #Drug Rehab #Alcohol Rehab #Opiate Addiction

[banyan-palm-springs]

Are You Worried Someone You Know Might Be Struggling With Meth Addiction? Here Are the Warning Signs to Look Out for.

Methamphetamine, often called “meth” or “crystal meth,” is a highly addictive stimulant drug. While many people begin using methamphetamine recreationally, use can easily become abuse. Not only is long-term use very dangerous, but it can have drastic physical and psychological effects on users. As a result, it’s important to be aware of the warning signs that someone is using methamphetamine. Banyan Treatment Center, a renowned provider of comprehensive addiction treatment, recently published an article exploring the signs that someone might be using meth. Common signs of meth use include changes in behavior, physical changes, and mood or psychological changes. Here are some of the main signs outlined in the article

Mood or psychological changes - Users may suddenly have a shorter temper, become paranoid, have greatly increased energy, or become easily excited or agitated.

Behavioral changes - Meth users often stay up for hours to days on end, stop taking part in activities they used to enjoy, become socially withdrawn, or become easily distracted.

Physical changes - Meth users may experience weight loss, appearance of “meth mites”, changes in sleep patterns, changes in physical activity, and symptoms of drug-induced psychosis.

If you're concerned that someone is using crystal meth, it’s important that you reach out for help. The Banyan Treatment Center article has more information and resources to help determine if a loved one is abusing meth. If you need additional help, visit Banyan Treatment Center. They offer comprehensive addiction treatment and are here to help.

#Drug Detox #Substance Abuse Treatment #Drug Rehab #Alcohol Rehab #Opiate Addiction

[adamwatchesmovies]

Torque (2004)

I’d rate the idiotic Torque higher on the “So Bad it’s good” scale if I was convinced it would be equally entertaining on repeat viewings. This film tries so hard to be cool it becomes an unintentional comedy but it makes so many bizarre choices it might take you a while to realize it isn’t actively trying to be as funny as it is.

Biker Cary Ford (Martin Henderson, so utterly devoid of charm and charisma he might as well be a block of wood) returns to his girlfriend’s garage after a long absence. What Shane (Monet Mazur, easy on the eyes but showing little acting chops) didn’t realize is that Cary left because the villainous Henry James (Matt Schulze, who played a part in The Fast and the Furious, remember that) was trying to use him to smuggle crystal meth. He HAD to run. When a vengeful Henry frames Cary for murder, he must clear his name before the Reapers – a biker gang led by Trey (Ice Cube) – and the FBI catch him.

It’s obvious from frame one. Torque wants to appeal to those who enjoyed The Fast and the Furious... by dissing cars as lame. Wait. What? Yes. Whether it’s subliminally slipping the words “Cars Suck” on-screen or ridiculing memorable lines from the 2001 crowd-pleaser, there’s no mistaking this film’s intent. And yet, direct Joseph Kahn apes Rob Cohen’s film repeatedly. The casting of Matt Schulze, the beer commercial-like scenes of Cary at a bike rally, the shots of a stream of fuel through his car’s engine, the general feel is there… though much stupider, which is saying something - and I like The Fast and the Furious!

Truly puzzling is the film’s humor. There are so many not "jokes", but choices meant to make you laugh. Ice Cube, Trey? A battle between Shane and Henry’s girlfriend, China (Jaime Pressly) on motorcycles? Blatant product placement for Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, Mountain Dew that often take up ¾ of the screen? A cameo by Dane Cook? You keep thinking the film is self-aware, that it’s lampooning gearhead drama/thrillers… but I’m convinced otherwise. Camera angles make ignition keys look as big as broadswords before they’re turned. Lighting choices and uses of color give strange moods to scenes. Then there’s the writing. Cary is accompanied by two friends, played by Jay Hernandez and Will Yun Lee. Their only purpose is to give the protagonist someone to talk to, and prove he isn’t racist. It’s subtle, but Henry has several lines that have him refer to non-white characters or foreign countries in ways that show he’s generally ignorant and prejudiced. Whew! I wasn’t sure if it was ok to dislike the murdering drug dealer before. Now, I know it’s ok!

One questionable development after another finally leads to the film’s climax: a glorious calamity that can’t even have looked good on paper. It’s so absurd a child would pick it apart. There are so many loony decisions you'll laugh uncontrollably. The FBI agent, for example. He’s a cartoon and would stand out like a sore thumb anywhere else. Here? He’s so at home I didn’t even foresee what part he would play in the end.

Nothing can really prepare you for how crazy and poorly assembled Torque is. The picture has no idea what it should be but this translates to a fun experience for those who like bad cinema. (Full-screen version on DVD, September 15, 2018)

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[torkum]

Just had a crazy conversation with the apartment manager Troy, who was smoking meth through the entire conversation

He's not feeling well after his Covid induced third heart attack, he's honest with his doctors about his drug use and they said he's got 5 years tops if he doesn't quit crystal, cigarettes and Pepsi

He was saying he's been on meth for 30 years and can't shake it

Damn dude

As we were talking one of the sex workers who lives here was saying she called an ambulance for another tweaker staying here this morning because he was seizing, I was wondering what that was about

Damn dude again

I like Troy, he's not a bad guy, he's obviously in the grips of serious life destroying addiction that he's completely aware of, he's there when you talk to him, unlike many tweakers

All of this makes me very sad

And also makes me feel better about my own choices

Damn dude for a third and final time

[thehangingjudge]

LOS ANGELES COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ALEX VILLANUEVA ILLICIT CRIMINAL ACTIVITY

A. Please be advised that Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department Alex Villanueva AKA Detective Joe Vasquez/Vazquez-Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department- Lomita, California is an accessory to attempted murder. Former Torrance District Attorney's Office employee Dennis Robbins confirmed[ before his sudden death]that Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department Alex Villanueva AKA Detective Joe Vasquez/ Vazquez-Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department Detective- Lomita Sheriff’s Station are 100 percent the same person . And that this particular corruption scandal is worse than RAMPART- LAPD. An employee within the County of Los Angeles District Attorney's Office stated that the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department Alex Villanueva AKA Detective Joe Vasquez/Vazquez-Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department Detective- Lomita Sheriff’s Department, including, but not limited to, are trying to " bury this criminal activity from the public. In addition to Dennis Robbins, another individual is very much aware of the illicit criminal activity- a member within the State Bar of California.

B. The "baseball bat" attack against the victims is on video tape, and the criminal perpetrators [one of them works with the public and has children to] have not been prosecuted or incarcerated. Extremely dangerous and both are free in Los Angeles County, thanks to Alex Villanueva. The Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department PRA Discovery Unit committed [PERJURY] and falsified information in correlation to the 911 EMERGENCY CALL made to save the victims from death. The true and known unabridged 911 EMERGENCY CALL, TRANSCRIPT AND MEDICAL RECORDS have been preserved, and are under the control and protection of a higher authority[ to be posted]. Including,but not limited to the Los Angeles County Executive Board ,and the California Attorney General ,and the Department of Justice; all of which are very much aware of this illicit criminal activity. [JUSTICE MUST BE SWIFT] . The families of the criminal perpetrators are known crystal meth manufacturers and dealers working with a known Hispanic Gang in Lomita, California. The car wash on Lomita Blvd. was used in connection to the illicit criminal activity. The Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department- Lomita Station Detective Units know, and knew of the illicit criminal activity, and yet these criminal perpetrators are free. In addition, the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department keeps the cash it seizes in drug raids, and allows the drug activity to continue, and the criminal perpetrators to be protected from prosecution and incarceration. The Lomita Sheriff’s Station is the new RAMPART. Demand that a TRUE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT CONSENT DECREE BE IMPLEMENTED TO PROSECUTE THE GUILTY AND IN DOING SO IT WILL REINFORCE THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION FOR THE PROTECTION OF THE PEOPLE OF CALIFORNIA, ESPECIALLY THOSE IN LOS ANGELES COUNTY.

C. This particular illicit criminal activity by the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department is directly linked to the Harbor Division LAPD Police Department. It not only only involves the falsified content of a Search and Arrest Warrant, but the actual forging of the Judges signature on the Search and Arrest Warrant. In existence is on or about 1 dozen forged Search and Arrest Warrants. Helping to conceal this abomination of law; including ,but not to, is Judge Terry J Hatter.

D. The F.B.I confirmed that the signatures were forged, as did multiple handwriting experts. The aforementioned documents do exist, and are to be posted.

E. Co-conspirators assisting Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department Alex Villanueva AKA Detective Joe Vasquez/Vazquez-Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department Detective- Lomita Sheriff’s Department including, but not limited to, Judge Gia Bosley, certain employees within the County of Los Angeles Torrance District Court, the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department, Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department Detective Osborne . The guilty should be prosecuted under RICO.

F. Involved in an attempt to conceal the Forged Search and Arrest Warrants including, but not limited to, James Hahn, Janice Hahn, former California Attorney General Kamala Harris . OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE. The evidence supports the allegations. The Los Angeles County Charter should be revoked, in addition to the City of Los Angeles, and the LAPD being placed under total United States Federal Government Authority.

G. The People of California are protected under the CALIFORNIA CONSTITUTION AND THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION, but both of which continue to be obliterated by the aforementioned agencies and individuals mentioned herein in order to induce corruption as legal enterprise. And destroy the Rights of the People.

H. As a People, DEMAND THAT JUSTICE BE SWIFT...