#tw: mention of drugs

[heartstringsduet]

thanks for tagging me @goodways and @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut ✨ She's reaching for the First Aid kit again ;) TW: Mention of drugs

“What’s gotten into you?” Carlos asks sharply, pulling TK away from his looping thoughts. “Are you drunk already?” It’s the tone Carlos uses when they’re arguing about something. Something serious like class privileges. Or something silly like Pizza Hawaii that surprisingly got heated, too. TK remembers bringing Carlos a slice of pineapple filled pizza to tease him the next time they met. A way to say ‘just like you, I can be casual about anything and what will you do about it?’ TK remembers the flicker between quiet confusion and annoyance on Carlos’ face as he accepted the slice. It’s the same expression he wears now.  “Kennedy?” Oh? Oh. “Yes, Car-los?” His name feels so good on his tongue TK repeats it quietly. “Carlos.” Now Carlos frowns. That’s no good. That’s worse in fact. TK draws closer, so close the worry seems to leap at TK, too. He made a mistake. Before Carlos can ask the right question, read the answer in his blown pupils, TK slips away again.  “Gotta go say hi to…to Tom or something. You know him. Tom something something gap between his teeth. Anyway, see you around,” TK yells before he pushes through the small crowd. He doesn’t get far. How? Why? Hadn’t he moved super fast? He looks back to see what stopped him. Just like he had before, Carlos has him by one arm. “Wait,” Carlos orders and TK only knows how to follow when his voice gets like this. Cool fingers lift TK’s chin. Quickly, TK looks down and goes cross eyed to avoid Carlos seeing his eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” Carlos pauses and that drags as much as anything else right now. Carlos' voice and face are so intense TK has to bite back a laugh. He forgets to avoid his eyes for it. Carlos' are are dark, so dark. The light breaks in them, looks like stars, not that TK has seen many in New York. TK feels starlit, star-seen, looking at Carlos. “Yeah I’m super fine. Never been better, actually,” TK says, grinning. “Okay that one time, in grade school, my mom took me to dim sum. On Spring Street. You know it? We have to go one day. Their Xiao—, xiao— Xialin—, ugh their soup dumplings are to die for. They’re super hot though. You got to blow on them before you eat them—” “Kennedy—” “If you don’t like dumplings they have—” “Ke—" "But the dumplings are seriously the best so don't actually skip—" "TK!" Carlos forces TK's mouth shut with the hand still on his chin. "TK? I think someone might have mixed something into your drink.”

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#tarlos #tarlos fic #first aid #michelle writes #wip wednesday #tw: mention of drugs #this is still unedited and raw #also pls don't feel obligated to share/like if this isn't for you #regarding the tw but also in general #this fic kind of might not be for everyone?

[rottnstrwberriez]

i’m not normally a fan of italian trap but one of my friends pointed out how this is literally Val’s song and i had to post about it

bold n italic text is the italian text

There's a porcelain doll I talk to if I'm thinking about getting high

C'è una bambola di porcellana con cui parlo se penso di farmi

But the drugs don’t want me and I don't want them, just to please me

Ma la droga non mi vuole ed io non voglio lei, soltanto per accontentarmi

When the sun goes down, I take out my desires on a little Yolandi

Quando il sole cala, sfogo le mie voglie su una piccola Yolandi

I slam her against the wall, remove the foundation with the strength of my slaps

La sbatto contro il muro, tolgo il fondotinta con la forza dei miei schiaffi

If she wants it hard, I give it to her hard, maybe even more than necessary

Se lo vuole forte, io glielo do forte, forse anche più del dovuto

I spread her legs and open the doors, only when she has enjoyed herself

Le allargo le cosce e spalanco le porte, solo quando avrà goduto

Ninja, ninja, I am your ninja here to sing your lullaby

Ninja, ninja, io sono il tuo ninja per cantare la tua ninna nanna

A little pussycat, who feeds a pussycat, will sign her sentence

Una piccola micia, che imbocca una micia, firmerà la sua condanna

I don't have time to cuddle you

Io non ho il tempo di farti le coccole

I'll hide you inside these trapdoors

Ti nascondo dentro queste botole

Along with a thousand other sluts

Insieme a mille altre zoccole

On my heart I have the scars

Sopra il mio cuore ho le cicatrici

Baby, of those who have suffered a lot

Baby, di chi ha sofferto tanto

Third degree burns

Ustioni di terzo grado

The pain that leads to degradation

Il male che porta al degrado

LIKE I HAVE A POINT DO I?!

coff coff @valentino-moth-man coff coff

#hazbin hotel #hazbin valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #valentino #hazbin #tw implied abuse #tw: implied abuse #implied abuse tw #tw mention of drugs #mention of drugs tw #tw: mention of drugs #SoundCloud

[tiredandcaffeinated]

HI

tw: mentions of d3ath and drugs

did you know some mushrooms can cause hallucination? those shrooms are called magic mushrooms that contain psilocybin and psilocin and in the human body psilocybin gets broken down into psilocin which is the active form of the hallucinogenic drug. the chemical structure of psilocin is similar to the neurotransmitter serotonin which normally sends signals between brain cells to regulate things such as mood, memory and sleep. SO psilocin tricks the brain in activating serotonin receptors and this can cause hallucinogenic effects like changing thought patterns, mood and even a sense of euphoria!! people also consume magic shrooms as drugs (?)?.).?.) and the effect usually begins within thirty to forty five minutes and can last for six hours, in rare cases if someone consumes a large amount of shrooms it might result in death.

omg this is so interesting ty for telling me!! i knew that they can cause hallucinations but i did not know exactly how.

#zenia <3 #asks #tw: mention of death #tw: mention of drugs

[sunby]

Ok Theory Time

The Testing Euphoria shown in portal 2 aka: the itch

Is the Robot Equivalent of Ecstasy.

Let me explain; Ecstasy is a stimulant type of drug that intensifies the feel of everything for 6 whole hours, what I'm saying is

Solving a test, is the stimulation, the itch is from the intense feeling of needing that stimulation

Notice how Wheatley goes from practically nearly moaning into your ear to just being met with Disappointment, that's just the effects wearing off over time, just like a drug would

Also notice how GLaDOS or in this case potatOS says you need to have the mental capacity to push past it

Hmmm

Sounds like an Addiction to me, partner.

#tw: mention of drugs #suggestive?? idk take it how you will. #portal Theory #portal #portal 2 #tw: addiction

[willthemonsterswin]

Ohhh are the critters like the mouth things in Jovial Playground?

yes yes yes :D but kinda no too

theyre kinda invisible to normal people but the janitor has insomnia and trips balls to see them

there are 4 critters currently, and two are hostile

names are:

carnation (#1 critter)

jackel of the tunnels

yule

etheolon (chef, pronounced ch-eff)

#tw: mention of drugs #oc project

[lukacouffainesurvivingoncaffeine]

...

#maybe drugs? #another life with parisian superheroes #alwps #lwops 22 #alwps: wishful days #cw: drugs #tw: mention of drugs

[the-abe]

❝ ...some nights when only the moon is out for light, he feels more like a greek tragedy.

Name: Ibrahim Bağcı Age: 29 Species: werewolf Lives in: Mystic grove, Amy Baxter's neighbor Occupation: firefighter Affiliation: part of the pack

Family:

Father and 3 brothers who live in Turkey

Powers: Aside from the usual werewolf powers that include heightened senses and strength, Ibrahim has learned to use his smell sense a lot better due to younger years where he needed to be able to track a person. Since coming into Greywood he can get a sense of people’s emotions. When he is rested he can do so without too much effort, gathering whether someone is angry or sad or happy, but when tired he needs to push himself a lot to do so. However, when unintentional the opposite is in effect. When he is tired he finds it harder to block out emotions and when he is rested he can do so easily with an imaginary wall between them Hobbies: Abe has little hobbies. When he needs to get a pick-me-up he usually goes camping in the middle of nowhere and would stay there for a few days. He likes hunting, but mainly when in wolf form. He likes running and training. He enjoys drinking but this is mostly to hide from emotions. Something that doubtfully anyone knows is that he sits alone at home he sometimes carves things from small blocks of wood with a knife. He's not good and rarely keeps the figures.

Born in Emre, Turkey, Ibrahim was the first son of a young couple. His father was a stonemason at Çeçen Mermer, just 30 minutes away with a bus that took them from around the area every morning at 5am and returned them close to dark. They lived in a home along with the parents of his father and his uncle that had not yet married. Growing up Ibrahim was taught to love the earth as his grandfather was a farmer, retired from stonemacing himself long ago due to injury. 

By the age of eleven Ibrahim knew that he wanted to someday leave his hometown and pursue education in the university in İzmir and so he strived for that throughout his school years, studying hard while also following his parent’s lessons at home and preparing for a pilgrimage. During the years there were victories and losses. He did get into the school’s football team for a short while until he had to start staying home more due to his mother falling ill a year after his grandmother had died. As the only child it fell to him to look after her while his grandfather was out and his father worked. His father tried to arrange a marriage a few times but with no success as their family seemed to have a bad reputation in the bigger cities due to an uncle of Ibrahim’s being caught into bad dealings… When he turned seventeen, after his mother had passed for a year and his father had remarried, he was happy to take a bus and go off to find his place in İzmir, finish his school there and build his own family. 

This all seemed set in stone, in his head, a pilgrimage plan to Mecca after his graduation and before his university would start, having been accepted in Dokuz Eylül with finance. He worked two jobs to be able to pay for himself, wanting to make his father proud and not needing to ask for money. A janitor at a local store and for a nightclub that was opposite the building in which he rented a small room from an old friend of his uncle’s. At first he was just a promoter, stacks of flyers in his backpack for whenever he had a chance to walk around. Before school started he had already managed to get inside the club as a waiter and help around the back with heavy loads. He quickly bulked up and started growing out of his childish body and face. 

His grades fell during the school year and he slowly turned away from the very traditional values that his father had instilled in him as he saw tourists and their behavior. After he had kissed a woman for the first time he did feel guilty about it for a long time and promised himself to not sin.  As time went on he was being approached by people he worked with to dabble into different dealings he declined to adamantly at first. But as he started going out more with new friends he made he also realized he needed more money and having quit his second job in order to have time to study he was quickly depleting his income. After he turned eighteen the man he rented from told him he could now find a real place for himself and so due to desperation Ibrahim began taking offers and selling drugs to customers and partygoers. If only he hadn’t made that decision, perhaps his life would have turned different, but only Allah knew that for him. 

Soon his grades were so low the prospect of going to university had disappeared. By the time he graduated he had fully converted into a nightly routine, living a life most frowned upon and the only friends he had were drug dealers and addicts, the bouncer at the club he trained with and the bartender who taught him how to drink like a sailor. A year and a half passed in this way when one night he was approached by a man, surrounded by two massive guards, an offer he didn’t even consider refusing. Joining a group of people which were “like minded” seemed the correct thing. Until it turned out that Beyaz Kurtlar (“White Wolves”) was not just a name but a way of life. One under the moon that destroyed your body every full moon and made you roam like a beast outside the city. 

At first Ibrahim felt empowered once he was turned, his demeanor changing to one of cockiness and menace, deals happening easier than before, travelling to buy better stock, being hired as a bodyguard and riches slowly filling his wallet. In this company he met Zeynep, a beautiful girl, daughter of a man who hired him for a few weeks. And like a dog in love, he followed her for months, moving his life to Istanbul where she lived and studied. When he wasn’t around her he worked more, easier with the higher population of the city and the higher demand, taking jobs he wouldn’t have before, wanting to buy a place and ask her father to marry her. She seemed to love him back, sharing secrets with him, inviting him to gatherings with her, as a date to an event from her university, though never to places her father was. He realized that but ignored it, falling more and more in love until a year later… when he read in the paper that her wedding to the son of a rich businessman was in two weeks’ time. And like wind, she was gone from his life faster than he could say her name. Or so she thought.

For the past five years he had learned to take what he wanted and that not much could be denied to him. His wolf nature made him even stronger than what his muscles showed him to be, his connections throughout the night world were spreading like a web and despite the rare dabbles with more dubious things than drugs and beatings, Büyük İbo always preceded him. And so he asked Zeynep to meet him and talk, her refusing to leave with him and abandon the engagement, saying that she always had used him for free protection against men and free drugs for her and her friends. Having a pretty face just hadn’t hurt when he had been whispering affectionate words. It had been quite some time since he had been turned and he did have a good control of his emotions at most times… but in that moment he couldn’t contain himself and lashed out, baring his teeth. He remembered her scream and then felt blood on his tongue before letting her go, his animal side happy with the action that would make her his because of what he would pass to her. Little did he know that on the next full moon she would attack him. Little did he know that after it his father would try to get him shot as she would lie that he had tried to take her against her will. He knew nothing at that time and could not predict that he would need to run.

So that is how he found himself on a flight to England, needing to escape as far away as possible. But it wasn’t far enough, as he came to find out just a month later. And so he applied for a visa and in a few months of hiding he had it and flew to America, an ocean separating him from the woman who had broken his heart and her father who wanted to break his skull.

Ibrahim has been in the United States for six years now. He found Greywood two years ago after trying to dabble in the underground of Phoenix unsuccessfully, being saved by a guy who turned out to be a witch and was heading to the city anyway. He got a small house in Mystic Grove and left it as it was at the front, fixing only the insides so that no one would ask questions as to where his money came from. He kept mostly to himself and applied in the fire station, needing to rebuild his life in a better way and try and use his skills for something good for a change. He sometimes leaves the city if he feels as if he is getting too close to someone, afraid his past may come and haunt him. 

#geri and her dramatic quotes #tw: mentions of death #tw: mention of drugs #tw: drugs #tw: mention of violence #tw: gang #tw: crime #tw: non-consensual act #abe #&& The blood is a sunset. I admire it.

[local-yurei]

meth boy

wet dog man loving man

#━✩₊̣̇.🌃 asks/ask games #━*̥˚✧☄️ mutuals #cutiekills #🌿 izuku #tw: mention of drugs

[alastors-radioshow]

Kidnapped meme:

Alastor was always the strongest one, the strategist, whom Remi usually stood behind in a conflict.

So with his big brother missing, Remi feared the worst, having panicked that he might have lost Alastor the same as he had lost Bastian.

But no, Miss Dantour assured him, Alastor was alive.

But needed help.

So Remi prepared.

Spells, charms, hexes, and then, a Ritual he had only preformed out of desperation during the purge that had taken Bastian from him.

When it was finished, his eyes glowed blue, fingertips trailing azure flames.

When he found the sinners holding Alastor, he attacked without mercy, laughing in a voice not his own.

He would barely remember what happened of this assault, but when one allowed a LWA to possess their body, they were not in charge, nor fully aware of what the LWA in question was doing.

Probably for the best.

When he shoved open the door to the room Alastor was being kept in, Remi was candy coated in blood, and the building was full of the souls Erzulie had ripped from those bodies as she had made her way to Remi’s only remaining family.

One wing hung like a broken fan, and he had signs of other wounds…but before she would leave Remi’s body, she always repaired the damage.

The tiny little one was HER chosen, after all. She would never allow him to be permanently harmed or killed in her watch.

They stepped into the room, and moved to Alastor’s side, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

She leaned forward, smiling with Remi’s sharp teeth, eyes still trailing blue tears of flame.

“Wake up, child. It’s time to go home.”

The voice was definitely NOT Remi’s either.

My muse has been kidnapped and been missing for several weeks when your muse finds them. What is the state of my muse and how does your muse react?

How Alastor had even gotten captured in the first place was a mystery. Malicious magic, mayhaps. The stag himself was not sure. He remembered getting ambushed, and then.. Nothing. Blackness. As if his mind had been cleansed of any memory of the assault.

He only remembered bits and pieces of what had been going on while he had been confined there. Wherever there was. Broken conversations. He'd been in a haze. He had been aware, yet.. Not.

Zonbi powder?

In the few moments of clarity he'd had, he would mull this over. His body had been slow, as had his thoughts. He wasn't sure if he had been drugged, or had been put under a spell. But something had kept him docile. A wise precaution, in all honesty. Had he been in his right mind, he would have slaughtered his captors already.

What snapped him out of this state was that voice. That command.

"Wake up".

Crimson orbs snapped open, slowly blinking, before they directed themselves at the person in front of him.

"Miss Dantour~ How lovely to see you." He'd speak, glancing around the room. Not even any restraints. He was in need of some thorough cleansing when they got home. By the looks of it, they didn't need to fight their way out.

Now in control of his body, he'd stand, brushing his coat off some.

"Well then.. Ann ale lakay nou~"

#deathmimedream #alastors-radioshow #::Two Of Hearts~:: - AxCat #::On Air:: - Ask #Alastor Answers #::One-shot:: #drabble #//Keeping this as a one-shot since I'm not sure how to take it further #//Translation: Ann ale lakay nou = Let us go home #tw: mention of drugs #tw: kidnapping

[strongermonster]

high as fuck and it's the middle of a thunderstorm so i was outside standing in the rain to enjoy the Sensations as one does, and the neighbours chickens were also out (Worm Time) and let me tell u. soaking wet chickens are unrecognizable as any living animals. when i looked down and saw basically this at my feet in the half dark

i nearly shit myself

#tw drugs for the drugs i am mentioning in this post about drugs #jj stuff

[jackinalex]

I realized I went on a tangent there amd forgot to finish my thought oops- I wondered how much he wrote because some if the lyrics from Alex's perspective make me wonder if he delved into drugs or alcohol because of the separation. I just got distracted and forgot to voice that part lmao.

Point being, I wonder how much of it is Alex vs. Jack because from Alex's perspective, we might've missed a lot of shit that happened behind the scenes, even beyond Lisa.

-sja

I think it’s nearly all from Alex’s perspective. The inclusion of the negativity about drugs really was kind of off color to me, considering how Jack’s little friend group took Alex in when he was separated from Lisa, and he just reduced them to vapid and shallow drug addicts? I don’t think Jack dabbles as much as he used to, for sure, because I think he learned how to be okay with being alone and at home during the pandemic. But I also think it’s pretty obvious that some of his friends are still into that scene and while I’m not condoning drug use, I think it’s fucked that Alex would brush them off and insult them that way.

#but then again what do I know #kalina answers #Alex #Jack #snowy jalex anon #tw: mention of drugs #cw: mention of drugs #mentions of drugs

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce: Why do you smell like weed?

Jason: How do you know what weed smells like?

Bruce: I—

Jason: Aha, busted! You're grounded for a week!

#source: tiktok #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd #red hood #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics #tw drug mention

[corndog-patrol]

and it went down in history as the fattest bong rip of all time

#he made his own personal hole in the ozone #boku no hero academia #bnha #present mic #kaminari denki #ashido mina #yamada hizashi #my art #tw drug mention

[zibiscusloon]

This mf went and got the crown Prince of Briar Valley high while making omelets wtf is wrong with them

#my art #sketch #shitpost #twst #twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #malleus draconia #culinary crucible #Ruggie you absolute madman #tw drug mention

[pileofmush]

luffy is for the sad, pathetic, touch-starved bitches. the ones who shiver at the mere brush of skin. who wince whenever their friends go in for hugs, unsure of where to put their arms. the ones who are so, so aware of their proximity to others. so careful not to brush fingers when walking side to side with a peer, or when handing a pencil to a friend, because they’re sure that one affectionate squeeze of the arm could leave their innards a puddle at their feet, creeping toward the nearest drain.

when you meet luffy, you think he’s one to be admired, not touched. you see the way he infects everyone around him with his reckless abandon. hanging off shoulders and dragging people to and fro. his crewmates are used to it. they scoff and wiggle under his weight for show: for there’s a sense of relief when monkey d. luffy has his eyes on you. you can tell in the automatic decompression of their shoulders, in the languid way they turn to him—saplings curving toward the sun. 

you see it, and you envy it. respect it. respect him. but that’s the extent of your thoughts on the matter.

you never considered that he would turn his sights on you. 

but he does. 

he picks you up like you’re something shiny, holds you up to the light and squints. and whatever he finds must be satisfying, because after that, he doesn’t put you down. 

it overwhelms you, at first. he tugs on your cheek at the sight of a frown, like you’re the one made of rubber, and your heart does a funny jig that’s actually not funny at all. he pokes you in the ribcage to grab your attention, and ignores you when you try to tell him that a verbal cue would work just as well. he grabs your hand, instinctively twining your fingers, and pulls you along when you stop in your tracks.

and you feel—you feel like a puddle. be careful your mind warns, or you’ll slip.

but luffy’s there to catch you when you fall.

and that’s what’s so terrible about him, you think. he’s the question and the answer. 

and he’s burrowed himself under your skin. 

how foolish of him to touch you so casually and expect you not to revel in it. not to crave his pokes and his prods more than you crave air. how foolish of him to drape himself over you like a weighted blankie and not expect you to desire him by your side, always, to keep the cold at bay. he’s a fool and you’re a pauper.

but, sometimes, you think he knows what he does to you. he has to. oh, how he’ll laugh when he catches you staring at his hands. bound over until he’s right in front of you, place a thumb under your chin and tilt until your gaze meets his. his eyes are dark, but so, so bright. you want to look away. you don’t. 

everything is so easy for him. it's unnerving. he plops his head in your lap one day with a carefree grin. you still—hold your breath like a child playing hide and seek. he cracks open an eye, like he can read your thoughts. or maybe he can just feel you tremble.

“what’s wrong?”

you rack your brain for an answer he could understand. “what do you want me to do?” you hedge. 

luffy furrows his brows. “whatever you want,” he says.

“no, i mean—where do you want me to touch?” 

he shrugs. “wherever you want.”

and you feel—you feel like you want to run your hands over every inch of his skin until you have a mental map of his body you could navigate through touch alone. you want to put him in your mouth. you want to inhale him like a drug, want him to burn the back of your throat 'til it stings. you want… him. 

you settle for caressing his jawline. tracing the slope of his nose. his eyes flutter shut, and you pause, but he grabs your hand and plants it firmly on his face. and it feels, it feels like you’re the question and he’s the answer. it feels like maybe, just maybe, you’re okay with becoming a puddle of a person, for him. 

#mushy writes .𖥔 ݁ ˖ #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece imagines #one piece fanfiction #fluff #one piece fluff #pining #tw: drug mention #m.luffy #m.op #battle scarred;

[local-yurei]

weed

real

#━✩₊̣̇.🌃 asks/ask games #━*̥˚✧☄️ mutuals #cutiekills #🌿 izuku #tw: mention of drugs