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itshype · 1 year
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Poison Control (DC x DP)
Very often, DC x DP fics have either Lazarus water be ectoplasm or have at least one story beat where a DC character thinks Lazarus water is ectoplasm. And that makes sense! They're both spooky, death-related, green glowing water!
But, you know what else is green, glowing water, and the intellectual property of DC Comics? Venom. A rage-inducing, incredibly addictive, super steroid taken by the villain Bane to give him super strength. In one arc, Batman struggled with a Venom addiction. Yes sometimes it's not glowing green but it's comics, canon is a spectrum.
I know there's a whole plot here where the Bats think Danny is on this dangerous drug but I can't think right now... So, maybe I'll come back to this one?
(Something, something, Jason's mother died due to an OD and if he's already dating Danny....something, something)
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teehee · 1 year
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so i may have been overdosing on zoloft for a couple of weeks on accident…………………
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soniclibraryooc · 9 months
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valiumgf · 6 months
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my cigarette made a popping noise and someone gave my mom an OD of pain,meds
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playinhooky · 7 months
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CW: homophobia, transphobia, suicide/attempted suicide, mentions of OD
My family wishes I was dead.
They don't say it in such a blunt manner, but it's evident now in everything else they say and do. Every "she" and every prayer that I will 'see the light, return to God'.
It is common knowledge to my family that in 2013, I was stockpiling a sleeping medication to overdose and die. I was early in my transition and struggling because no one would use my name or pronouns. I still lived at home, saving and trying to get on testosterone. My sister found the stash because everyone in my family snoops. she found them and she told my mom who told everyone. They disposed of my pills and my plan and just thought I would be okay. but no one ever addressed or asked why I wanted to die.
"I could never go to your wedding if it was to someone of the same sex," my mom tells me one day, I don't even remember the context or what we were talking about, but I was stunned. My mother wouldn't want to see me be happy with the person who makes me the happiest?
"We wouldn't kick you out of the house for [being trans]," she says another time, "it obviously didn't work before [when we thought you were just gay]"
"I imagine it's hard to date like you are, be hard to date someone like you," she never remembers saying these things to me but they're just fucking seared into my brain forever. how she would rather I be miserable and self loathing as long as I was her daughter again. it never mattered that I was starting to find happiness in community with other queers. it never mattered that I was becoming someone that I loved and could look at in the mirror again.
I found prayers she had written out and posted on the bathroom mirror for all to see, that she wished God would make me whole again and bring me back to then, like I'd become some sort of broken and ugly unrecognizable being.
my sister's pretended for ten years to be on "my side" saying the right words, trying not to alienate me. and as soon as I made my decisions more 'real' in their eyes, as soon as I proposed to my queer trans boyfriend, the mask was off. they're afraid of losing me, they say, afraid that when (not if, when) I change my mind that my community will leave me and I will be further broken.
but they know, that I was going to kill myself ten years ago, because no one would treat me like a fucking human being for wanting so desperately to be masculine and perceived as a man. in case they forgot I reminded them I told them that being who I was would have killed me.
but they don't care. they simply insist i am "her", I am their sister. and now I do not believe that they are glad I lived on to become the person I am today. I'm sure they want me to be dead, they want me to be her and that means death.
so I guess that I will be dead to them. because I will not be her ever again.
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sunnygotsniped · 2 years
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Walter White in Breaking Bad posts: I love you Jesse I packed you an extra cookie for after you take your tshot today
Walter White in Breaking Bad episodes: *watches Jesse's girlfriend overdose and die in her sleep and leaves her corpse next to him so that her dead body is the first thing he sees upon waking up and doesn't tell Jesse that he let her die until he calls nazis to kidnap and murder him*
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ashtonisrottting · 2 years
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[tw: od mention; nothing graphic]
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people overestimate my parents' affection for me. I've overdosed three times in front of their eyes and they did absolutely nothing but yell and slam doors. you think they care? they'd be more worried with the funeral bills than the fact that I'm dead and gone
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mrangeldevil · 2 years
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Hello! This is random but I really want to share my chronic migraine story.
I have migraines every single day. This is because I have many triggers for my migraines and all of them are nearly unavoidable and it’s been like this for years. I have overdosed multiple times to try and ease the pain, I wasn’t allowed disability benefits because my parents refused to sign me up because they didn’t want to believe they had a disabled child, I sit in dark rooms every day afraid to go out because I’d rather have a migraine alone and safe than stuck out in a world that refuses to acknowledge my disorder.
It’s pain, every day, every moment and I’ve simply accepted it as my life. No one talks about my disorder so how am I supposed to find help for it? I’m homeschooled now and even though I don’t have to leave class all the time because I’m in pain, now I’m just at home in pain. It sucks. It’s terrible. And I wish someone could just tell me my pain is valid for once.
On top of all this I have an issue with fatigue and passing out. I pass out easily and randomly, I’m very lucky that this hasn’t happened when I’ve been alone or not at home because if it did I could easily be in the hospital. I’ve had to be put on a wheelchair due to fear of me passing out. I can’t walk anywhere or do things like most people because I am always tired. I’m home, I’m tired, I go out and I’m even more tired. I get told to exercise more and that it makes it easier. It doesn’t, I just get used to being tired. And then eventually I’ll become weak and they get mad that I’m like this.
I don’t have an answer for my fatigue or passing out, I’ve had it for all my life yet no one cares that I’m in pain. At this rate I might have to self diagnose but I don’t know enough about chronic fatigue or illnesses involving passing out randomly to say anything. And I’m also scared to address it because I know what I was always told when I experienced these things: that I’m faking it
I don’t want to have to take meds all day, my liver is destroyed after what I did to it and frankly I don’t even remember doing it. It was beyond my control and I don’t blame myself anyways, I just wanted the pain to go away.
I want to feel free from this.
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slug-sludge · 2 years
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Trigger Warning
So, I’ve been staying at my partners place since being institutionalized. Before, I was living at my brothers place, which was great, but we had to take my mom in. I have a complicated relationship with her that I’m currently working on through therapy, but at the end of the day living there was triggering for me. It lead me to ODing and being admitted into the hospital. It’s been nice living with my partner as I work on recovery and have this chance to do so in a safe environment. The one thing that I miss are my doggies though. My mom and brother are watching them and are very much safe and taken care of. I just miss them so much. My partner says they can be with me, but for some reason that gives me anxiety?? Which I don’t understand. Since well, I don’t understand myself at all. He did reassure me that I’m not doing anything wrong and I shouldn’t feel guilty about that, but I can’t help but feel guilty that they aren’t with me. This all probably doesn’t make sense… just some stuff weighing on my chest. Anyway, I’ll be posting pics of my dogs randomly cause it will make me feel better. Hope you guys like them too! 🤍
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halinski · 2 years
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don't you just love it when the folks are like "btw let me tell you a dramatized story about how a neighbor accidentally ODed when that's how you tried to end it all a decade ago too" 🙃
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cistranny · 2 years
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one of my friends overdosed le oh le which is why I am dancing on tumblr like a little whoowoihioo girl
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strawberrybabydog · 2 years
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localdiscountgoth · 18 days
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sometimes reading angel dust fanfiction, specifically the ones that describe his overdose and death. are really triggering. which like makes sense because i literally overdosed myself into a week long coma and its a medical miracle that i survived. but fuuuuuccckkkk
i wanna read them >:(
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god1sr3al · 24 days
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I'm gonna od on random pills I used to take if this tummyache doesn't go away I will start making mysterious potions and consuming them
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vinilsoup · 5 months
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Nobody talks about the scars of being a suicidal person.
I fucked my stomach with all my kms tries. I never thought I'd live far enough to actually see the consequences of so many od attempts.
Today I ate a food that was a little too oily and threw up. I never threw up by food before.
It may have to do with my meds that also hurts the stomach, but I know what I did to my body and now it responds different.
And all the years I lost because I did not want to live them. I never allowed myself happiness, and sometimes I feel the only way I can make up to this body I thought as worthless is to care for it like I'd care for something else. It's a hurt body, with a mind that is starting to heal. I hope I can make up for it.
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funshinebf · 8 months
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man i miss my cousin
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