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crimeronan · 1 month
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did my PT exercises, went out and walked three miles, picked up some meds from the pharmacy, and now i'm having a bubble bath with a bubble bar i unearthed from under the bed last night. tonight i will hopefully snuggle up with rafi a bit and i Might write a little or might just color and watch burrow's end. we'll see.
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brechtian · 2 months
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the hyper specific poll trend annoys me bc it’s so rarely ever hyper specific but I do kind of want to do smthn based off of the insane shit I’ve done or witnessed in my college theatre department
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sad-lime · 2 months
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if I’m not supposed to have large amounts of caffeine then why do they sell bulk cold brew in cans and why is it so easy to mix milk and sugar with it and add ice and drink it like it’s water hmm
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lzrdprsn · 9 months
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I think maybe it's time i give medication another try
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queencvbra · 1 year
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I am a heavy Dr. Pepper drinker but I feel like Tory would hate it and it kills me. I am devastated.
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thegreatspacehobo · 2 years
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Plot twist, the reason Butcher and Hughie are having so many bad side effects from temp V is because they are taking it wrong. It's meant to be taken orally not shooting it up like heroin. Rookie mistake.
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fbfh · 2 years
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Tentatively going to the DMV tomorrow!!! Send me thirst asks!!! Or literally anything!!!! I am going to die there!!! I am not a patient person!!!!
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boag · 2 years
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Whenever I make new girl mutuals and we start talking a lot I feel like I was just like in the bathroom at a party snorting adderall by myself and then they walked in to snort some adderall as well and said like “oh shit sorry” but then they saw what I was doing. And we were like “omg twins👯‍♀️” and I cut them a line and said “save yours honey” and they giggled and batted their eyelashes at me and then before we knew it we were making out while the line for the bathroom was wrapped around the entire house
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kiwipit · 7 months
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how TF does car insurance work and how in hell do u get a class c license post 18yo permit. where do I find adult drivers ed. i don't . wtf
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millersix · 1 year
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100mg wellbutrin too little 150mg too much........god is playing games with me
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sunnydreadfu11 · 1 year
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When I die please just light me up in a bonfire in the backyard and put me in a ziplock bag you found in your junk drawer.
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pinerpm · 2 years
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Snort adderall xr
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If you are wondering “can you snort Adderall? “, you should realize that there are serious side effects to the drug. Do your research, and know what you are getting into. If you are a high school student who is thinking about taking prescription stimulants, it is imperative that you find out all you can about the drug. This type of medicine can be abused and is often used by teenagers who are trying to get high, as well as by adults who do not realize the dangerous side effects it can have. Those who snort Adderall are not necessarily doing anything illegal, but it is important to understand the potential risks when taking a drug. It is also important to know that some high schools have been found to be using illegal drugs while in high school. Without this chemical, your brain receives little or no benefit from the act of trying to remain awake, alert, and feeling good. Those who use Adderall for ADHD have a serious deficiency in the neurotransmitter endorphin. In fact, the National Institute on Drug Abuse reports that there is an alarming increase in the number of tablets being consumed by teenagers and college students. The dangers of Adderall are real and can be devastating. If you want to know if you can snort Adderall, read further. In some severe cases, people snort Adderall in large amounts and have serious side effects. If you misuse Adderall, you may lead not only to a dependence on this drug, but to a serious physical impairment. If you are looking for Adderall abuse, there are many real dangers involved. Can you snort Adderall? If you look up the word “adderall” online, you will find a link to a website that relates to the medical use of this product.
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ghostsy · 20 days
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Addiction
yandere ! SUKUNA x READER
WARNINGS: yandere, substance abuse, dub/noncon
A/N: honestly just needed to rid myself of the writer’s block lol, hope it’s alright ^^
read at your own discretion.
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Thinking about dirtbag drug dealer Sukuna corrupting some uptight good girl, spiraling into the most toxic codependent bullshit, and becoming addicted to her.
He doesn’t think much of it at first, some pretty little overachiever come looking for a little leg up on the competition. He’s seen it all before. Just for one test, she’ll tell him. And he barks out a laugh, right in her face, shameless as he looks her up and down, smoke curling out from under his cheshire grin.
“Sure thing, sweetheart. Just this once.”
The simpering look on his face will tell her he’s mocking her, but he knows her type; she’ll still take what he gives her. Sliding the adderall into perfectly manicured fingers, he’ll wave her off without so much as a second glance. He only laces a little insurance in with those pills because he could use the extra clientele, and not because something in those bright innocent eyes makes his chest and cock itch. 
She’ll come back; he knows she will. Tail between her legs, and hands just a bit too jittery when she begs for a little something more. Embarrassed as the words stumble out, shifting eyes darting anywhere but that condescending crimson. 
It all kind of spirals after that.
Once a month turns to once a week, and then it's barely a day or two goes by before she comes crawling back for another fix. The first time her pockets come up empty, he’s oh so kind enough to offer an alternative form of payment. She’s a bit hesitant, but that nervous, sunken eye look that’s come to live on her face, so pathetically sexy, is easily convinced.
He’ll shove her over the ratty old couch in his flat with a giddy amount of force, and bury himself between her thighs, fingers prying her pretty jaw open, letting the drool drip from her lips to her chin as he slips a tab on her glossy tongue. 
“Fuck yeah, open your mouth–open that fucking mouth–pussy gets tighter with a little X.”
It becomes a sort of animalistic routine, where the pitiful thing lets him use her and abuse her like a grade-A sex toy, any and every hole open and eager to take him. He’s almost embarrassed for her, how quickly she abandoned dignity for a moment of bliss. 
Though, he supposes, he gives her more than a moment. And it’s convenient for him, he thinks. A tight pussy and perky ass wrapped around his fingers; it’s easy, there whenever he wants to fuck. And that’s all it is. That’s all she is. Holes to fuck. 
“Want another hit, sugar?”
He’ll try to convince himself it’s just an easy way to test new product when he lets her have more than she’d earned. But he finds that he likes the far away glassy glaze in her eyes when she slips away to somewhere hazy, all cloudy and cottony. A taste of heaven that only he can give her.
And she gets a little giggly, a cutesy tilt in her empty head as she lays herself over him, shotgunning the smoke from his lips. Where when the two of them drift off together to nirvana on the couch, he ignores the warm, content feeling of waking up to her snugly wrapped around him.
And really, it’s her own fault the illusion shatters.
Dipped her feet in too far, and fell face first into the deep end when she’s sat on his lap in the back corner of his favorite seedy bar only half listening to one of his under-the-counter meetings, and finds herself lured in by the flash of a little white bag in the hands of a passing stranger. 
It couldn’t have been more than five minutes of distraction, of finalizing his business dealings when he notices she’s wandered off and broken his one rule not to leave his fucking sight. And it takes him all of two minutes to spot her halfway across the room, bent over a table snorting a goddamn line.
And he can’t focus on how fucking sexy it is that she sniffs it down without so much as blinking. He can’t focus on that because there’s some ugly freak leering over her, arm wrapped around her waist, and eyes shamelessly wandering her body up and down like he fucking owned her. Like the nameless fucking loser owned something that belonged to him.
He doesn’t really remember what happened after that when he’s standing over the bloodied corpse of the lowlife creep in the dimly lit back alley, except for the fact that sticky red was staining his fists and face and her tears were really starting to piss him off. 
“You spread your dirty fucking legs for any dude who's got a line?” 
He mocks her when he’s got her shoved against the wall bent and spread, face scratching against the stone, fucking into her with a force hard enough to make her bleed. There’s a twinge of satisfaction that she’s crying, voice wet and pathetic and submissive when she begs his forgiveness, prays for mercy. The hair that’s not caught in his fist sticks to her cheeks and neck, and he feels the sudden urge to bite.
“Keep screamin’, sugar. Maybe that dead pig’ll come and save you from the big bad wolf, huh?”
He delivers a sharp slap to her ass, and hauls her back by her hair, other hand palming and squeezing just a bit too harshly at her breasts. And she squeals, something sort of squirrel-like but adorable nonetheless. Something just for him. 
And when all is said and done, with his mark, his claim, leaking out of her and onto the cold pavement, mixing with the pooling blood of a stranger, he leans in real close. He twists her around to face him, and he can see the hollow, vacant look in her eyes. Empty. Empty because she’s nothing. Nothing unless he says otherwise. 
And with a sadistically giddy laugh, and his hot breath raising the hairs on her neck, he’ll seal one final warning with a searing kiss.
“You’re my bitch, my whore, forget it again, and see what happens.”
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nikocado · 6 months
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Every night I get into bed and think about how I want to stay awake. I feel like my life is being stolen from me. I wish I was snorting adderall off my husbands dick and could stay awake forever
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potfrownies · 2 years
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i think tim drake does drugs
and i’ll bet he’s like incredibly good at keeping this under wraps. every night after patrol, he smokes a blunt. he absolutely LOVES ketamine. he’s got a drug journal where he doodles and writes during his trips.
the first time the rest of the bats start to catch on is when they all get kidnapped, but for some reason when they all get dosed with lsd, tim’s got no reaction. he’s perfectly fine.
jason: how the fuck are you not freaking out right now
tim: i took 4 tabs last night my tolerance is still up
dick: WHAT
bruce praised tim for the amount of work he got done, blissfully unaware of the 40 mgs of adderall he’d snorted 8 hours prior.
one time jason broke in to tim’s apartment just to find him peaking on shrooms and watching ‘over the garden wall’. jason lets it slide bc at least the kid isn’t doing opiates.
the real issue is when tim can’t sleep and bruce recommends benadryl.
tim: no benadryl. not after that time.
bruce, genuinely confused: what time?
tim: the spiders.
and his sleep deprived ass GETS AWAY WITH IT bc all of the bats blame his EXHAUSTION when he’s literally just doing tons of hallucinogenic drugs to see what happens.
he says its for science.
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cantsayidont · 4 months
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Recentish movies of note, or not:
BOTTOMS: Ridiculous "teen" comedy about two gay high school losers, PJ (Rachel Sennott, who also co-wrote with director Emma Seligman) and Josie (Ayo Edebiri), who seize on a rumor about their having been in juvenile detention to start an after-school "self-defense club," in the hope that introducing the school's hottest cheerleaders to the cathartic thrill of girls beating the shit out of each other will finally give these hopeless (and ho-less) virgins a chance to score. So silly that complaining about the stupidity of the plot seems a tad churlish, but the story misses some obvious comedic opportunities, and despite the premise, the film eventually becomes far more interested in cartoonish violence than sex. If you dig the overall vibe, you might not care, but as a gay teen sex comedy, it's ultimately less successful (and less outrageous) than BOOKSMART, even though only one of the latter film's teen loser heroines is gay.
DO REVENGE: Black comedy homage to the teen comedies of the '90s and early '00s, inspired in part by the 1951 movie version of STRANGERS ON A TRAIN, about a disgraced prep school popular girl, Drea (Camila Mendes), who joins forces with gay weirdo Eleanor (Maya Hawke) to avenge herself on her former friends and find out who leaked her sex tape — a plan that involves giving Eleanor a makeover so she can infiltrate the popular kids. Hawke is a delight, Mendes is very good, and the homoerotic tension of their odd relationship makes the movie fun for a while, especially if you appreciate the many self-conscious homages to prior teen movies. However, a major reveal late in the second act makes hash of the already sloppy plot, and the finale is both nonsensical and as antisemitic as STRANGERS ON A TRAIN author Patricia Highsmith, which leaves a sour aftertaste.
IT'S A WONDERFUL KNIFE: Bizarre slasher movie pastiche of IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE, about a teenage girl named Winnie Carruthers (Jane Widdop of YELLOWJACKETS), who kills the masked serial killer who's been terrorizing the small town of Angel Falls and murdered her best friend (Hana Huggins) at Christmastime. A year later, everyone in town seems to have gotten over it except Winnie, who's miserable. On Christmas Eve, she's magically transported into an alternate timeline where she was never born and the masked slasher has continued murdering people, including Winnie's brother (Aiden Howard). To set things right, Winnie has to stop the villain all over again with the help of Bernie Simon (Jess McLeod), the town outcast and the only one who believes her story. Not scary, gruesome, or suspenseful enough to be much of a horror movie, but there are enough grisly murders to make the comedic holiday fantasy aspects seem a trifle sociopathic, and a late reveal that the killer has supernatural powers beyond just stabbing or slashing people feels like one ingredient too many in an already convoluted plot. The main redeeming feature is that it's ultimately a gay love story, which I wasn't expecting, but appreciated nonetheless.
THE KILL ROOM: Uma Thurman, Samuel L. Jackson, Joe Manganiello, and Maya Hawke go slumming in this dumb black comedy about a handsome hitman named Reggie (Manganiello) who becomes the sensation of the art world after his mob intermediary (Jackson) concocts a scheme to launder Reggie's payments by selling his abstract paintings (under the nom de plume "the Bagman") through a burned-out, Adderall-snorting art dealer (Thurman). Intended satire of the cutthroat vacuity of the art world lacks bite and no part of the plot makes any sense, but sheer star power gets the movie through about half its 80-minute running time before the banality becomes terminal.
POLITE SOCIETY: Silly British action-comedy by Nida Manzoor (creator of WE ARE LADY PARTS) about Ria Khan (Priya Kansara, delightful), a Pakistani teenager who aspires to be a stuntwoman, and her quest to save her flaky art student older sister Lena (Ritu Arya, radiant) from marrying a handsome doctor (Ashay Khanna) who seems a little too good to be true. It looks great, and the characters are very charming, but the story waits much too long to clarify the stakes of the plot: Until the finale, we don't know if Lena is actually in any danger or if Ria is just letting her imagination run away with her, and that uncertainty becomes an unwelcome distraction in the later action sequences. As a result, it feels more like an update of the John Hughes perennial SIXTEEN CANDLES than the over-the-top action movie it obviously aspires to be.
SHIVA BABY: Low-key but vivid comedy of manners, written and directed by Emma Seligman, starring Rachel Sennott as Danielle, a bisexual 20something Jewish girl who secretly pays her bills as a sugar baby. When she goes with her parents (Fred Melamed and Polly Draper) to a shiva, she finds herself trapped with not only her most annoying relatives, but also her disgruntled ex-girlfriend (Molly Gordon), her current sugar daddy (Danny Deferrari), his gorgeous blond wife (Dianna Agron), and their new baby. Seligman milks every awkward nuance of this uncomfortable social situation for maximum dramatic effect, and the tension of the final scene (which is nothing more complicated than the characters trying to squeeze into the back of Danielle's father's minivan) will drive you right up the wall.
VOLEUSES (WINGWOMEN): Is it really possible for a 40-year-old Frenchwoman living in the 21st century to not know that lesbians exist? One wouldn't think so, but watching this jokey buddy-action movie suggests that director/co-writer/star Mélanie Laurent desperately needs some kind of educational intervention in that regard. This is for all intents and purposes a lesbian romance: Master thieves Carole (Laurent) and Alex (Adèle Exarchopoulos) live together, routinely sleep in the same bed, and plan to retire together; they constantly express their love and affection for one another, and when Carole discovers that she's pregnant (the hows of which are never explained), Alex immediately assumes that they'll be moms together. Nonetheless, the story not only attempts to no-homo this cozy domestic scenario, but also presumes that there's no way Carole and Alex's relationship could ever be the de facto marriage it obviously already is — indeed, a crucial story moment involves Carole tearfully wishing she were a man so she could love Alex the way she deserves! If the movie had been made 50+ years ago, this might be poignant, but in 2023, it's just weird, and the resulting cognitive dissonance largely overshadows the thin plot, which concerns Carole and Alex trying to persuade their bitchy, cheerfully murderous employer Marraine (Isabelle Adjani, barely recognizable beneath her big hair and oversized sunglasses) to let them retire, while training a younger woman named Sam (Manon Bresch) to become their driver and the ambiguously defined third in their domestic ménage à trois.
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