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tattoorue · 1 year
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thedreadvampy · 1 year
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this is kind of a personal and traumey question so obviously only answer if it feels comfortable. but if you've ever either been roofied or treated with rohypnol, can you describe what it feels like to try and remember stuff? if you've had other memory loss as well (eg from drinking) does it feel the same or different?
to me it feels like there's two sorts of memory loss I guess. I think of them as 'fuzzy' and 'cut'. Fuzzy would be the sort of memory loss where you're like. aware that the memory exists, although you might not be able to actually recall it - like dreams, there's an impression that There Was An Experience, and if you remember bits there's a sense that they're attached to something either side that you can't quite make out. if you are told something that happened you might get a hazy memory surfacing connected to that even if it's just a sense memory or a surge of emotion. Whereas cut would be the kind of memory loss where there's just nothing, no sense that you have at any point experienced that time. Any memories that exist within that time are snapshots with no sense they attach to anything before or after, and if someone described something that happened during that time it wouldn't ring any bells, it would be effectively new information, like hearing about something you weren't there for - it might make sense and fill in some puzzle pieces but it isn't REMINDING you of anything you already knew.
I suspect I know which of these two rohypnol falls into bc of the conversations I've had in the past with people who've had rohypnol treatments for getting surgery while conscious.
but if you have had rohypnol related memory loss, I'd be interested to know how it stacks up to your experience of any other types of memory loss (eg from alcohol/other drugs/exhaustion/head injury/seizure/traumatic experiences) both in terms of the cut/fuzzy distinction and in more granular comparisons (eg with both alcohol and exhaustion I tend to feel sick during the time my memory goes, but with exhaustion I have trouble discerning dreams and reality which isn't my experience with alcohol)
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iamfrankie99 · 2 years
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Falling For Freckles
by Laughingwolf78 (Wattpad)
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Summary: Izuku is a shy freshman majoring in photography and his best friend, Shoto, is on the football team. Katsuki is the quarterback of the football team and heartbreaker of the whole college. He doesn’t do feelings…or so he thought, because as soon as he laid eyes upon beautiful green emeralds and a sea of stars framing them he was gone. That’s when he started falling for Freckles.
Frankie’s comment: This is one of the first bakudeku fanfictions I read and the story stuck with me till now. Re-reading it now, admittedly, I’ve maybe read better fics on ao3, but the story here will forever be in my heart. Plus, sentimental or not, it’s objectively a good story and really well written. I think it stuck with me so much cause it’s rare to find such a well-written fic on wattpad. It might be a bit dramatic, and re-reading it now, admittedly their codependence is a bit much…but oh well, it works. I hope you’ll love it as much as I did🧡💚
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nerdymouse · 2 years
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drmonkeysetroscans · 4 months
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It's a trap.
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ikarakie · 1 year
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tw / roofies
after corroded coffin goes big, sometime in the mid 90s, they go on tour. mostly in smaller venues and little dive bars, but eddie fucking loves it. drags robin and steve along with him as his 'managers' (see: freeloaders) mainly because he wanted his boyfriend with him and knew he couldn't keep birdie away from him for that prolonged period of time. it would be cruel.
mid-way through the tour, they perform in a bar. eddie likes to mill around after, chat to fans, get a drink, sign things, peacock a little. this time is no different. until robin comes up to him, noticeably alone. he asks where steve is at the same time she does. not fucking good.
they both scour the bar, and eddie's about two seconds away from ripping his hair out when robin grabs his arm and points to a booth in the corner. it's filled with girls, all in battle vests and dark eye makeup, and nestled between two of them on one side is steve. he's slumped over, head rested on the table, pillowed by one of the girl's hoodies. there's an empty glass beside another half empty one, both seemingly water. he rushes over.
they're a bit surprised to see him. when he asks after steve, they regard him with fucking suspicion. he has to show them the polaroid he carries around with him to make them soften. they explain they'd spotted him looking a bit dazed, and called him over. he'd told them he thought someone, somewhere, had slipped something in his drink and he couldn't find his friend, and so they'd squished him between them to keep him safe. eddie feels his heart burst, especially seeing the little corroded coffin pins on all their jackets and bags.
he gently shakes steve awake, presses a kiss to his temple and hands him off to robin, who carefully escorts him to the back exit where their van is parked. thanks the girls, profusely. they try to wave him off but he refuses to leave until he has all their names, has signed at least one thing for each of them and taken a photo with them on their camera.
years and years and years down the line, he still mentions them in interviews. by name. gushes about how they're the original corroded coffin fans, how dearly he loves them, and how if anyone is allowed to gatekeep in his fandom, it's them. every time he sees them at barrier for a concert he fucking lights up and calls them out. they're hailed by fans as minor celebrities, even. only they, steve (who calls them each every holiday and has actually become fucking friends with them) and robin know why they're so close.
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sulcrafatejackets · 2 years
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Oh my God I just realized that Dr. William J Travis is a retard this guy actually I got it the sample Ojane joke that you guys made for Dr. William J Travis doesn’t know anything about female anatomy and he thought he would get a sample of what it would be like with a woman when she was passed out cold drunk or drugs or something but he does not know about the woman anatomy at all oh my Jesus fucking Christ Dr. Travis you are a fucking moron
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You’re really that dumb?
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chaoticace2005 · 2 months
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Angel: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.
Vaggie: Wasn't Husk with you?
Husk: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.
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zeb-z · 2 months
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dude. what is up with Edward Twilight. He really tried to establish dominance over Arthur ‘call me Sir until you earn my name’ Bennett, in the craziest, most confusing interaction, where he gloated over being with Mary, but also gave a ‘we saw you across the bar and dug your vibe’ sorta energy in what I can only call an attempted power play? and then he immediately lost the idgaf war so bad to he had to make two frenzy checks.
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tattoorue · 1 year
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kathydavie · 2 years
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Book Review: Nalini Singh's Kiss Hard
Book Review: Nalini Singh’s Kiss Hard
Fourth in the Hard Play cozy romance series set in New Zealand and revolving around the rugby-loving Bishop-Esera family. The couple focus is on Catie River and Danny Esera. My Take It’s a story of finding your way through life and exploring your passions. Oy, what a pair of parents! A mother who throws money at her youngest daughter so she doesn’t have to deal with her and a father more…
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indigovigilance · 6 months
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Aziraphale, Nina, and identity
Aziraphale identifies people by their locations. Not even kidding. If you're in Heaven, you must be good. If you are in Hell, you must be bad. Maggie is "my tenant" and Nina is "over the road." A location implies a label/role which in turn implies character from which one might then infer choices. And if someone makes a different choice (for example, if Crowley does something nice), it implies their location must be wrong.
Nina identifies people by their choices. In this universe "coffee" means "choice" and Nina addresses Maggie as "skinny latte" and Crowley as "six espressos in a big cup." She doesn't even call people by their name, but by the choices they have made.
That's all. That's the meta.
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foolondahill17 · 7 months
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If Dean ever told the CBGB story to anyone other than laughs-at-male-rape-Sam and misunderstander-of-nuance-Castiel, the amount of horror he would receive in response? From Jody or Charlie? Claire would just be like "Dude you got fucking roofied at CBGB?" And Dean would be forced to confront the fact it's not exactly a cute story.
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booperbeanv3 · 7 months
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drawstuck% - who up smokin thay thang
feat: @booperbeanv3 (me), @breadfacednerd, @mossolantern, @televisedanime
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drmonkeysetroscans · 1 year
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After effects.
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