either that or drugs

anonymous asked:

Hey so like. I talked to somekne and got really fired up about why I hate v and they said like. Oh he didn't know saeran was being drugged and abused and v isn't at fault cause he just handed saeran off to rika and didn't see him once in 2 years so v is faultless in this and I just???????how do you hand off a human being like he's candy and then not??? Bother to visit in 2 years?? Is that what happened??? I didn't play the v route so I don't know

it’s kind of unclear, but even if he didn’t know, the whole point is that he promised Seven he’d keep him safe!! so either:

a) he didn’t know Saeran was being drugged and brainwashed, which is breaking his promise because he wasn’t looking out for him like he said he would

b) he knew everything but didn’t do or say anything, which is breaking his promise too

He had responsibility over an abused and vulnerable child, and he fucked up by letting all that happen to him and doing nothing about it, not even telling Seven.

if you want to actually start to end homelessness, you need to give homeless people unconditional homes, including when we use them to do drugs or sit around drinking. either housing is unconditional or it isn’t

someone sitting at home alone, an active alcoholic, squandering your charity, drinking all day is better situation than a street homeless alcoholic. someone using drugs in your charity house is better than them doing the same w no shelter

most of you would not like most street homeless people, I definitely don’t and didn’t when I was street homeless. for every one person who uses unconditional shelter to turn themselves around, someone else will do jack shit and very slowly, if ever, work through the issues that made them homeless, will maybe never be able to live independently. still better than street homelessness, still worth doing. ultimately either you believe that shelter should be universal or you don’t

homeless people actually can’t be rehabilitated if you want to end homelessness. we either affirm the right to shelter for the worst drunken, lying, filthy, cheating, self destructive homeless people that exist, genuinely irredeemable wankers, or we concede that shelter is not a right

exo: yes we are boys from exoplanet.. we have powers and we’re slick as fuck using them… we are alien royalty. 

exo: ok we go to school now… and we’re wolves. lol we don’t know either we’re just doing it for the a(nime)esthetic. our powers are gone but shhhh don’t mind that. 

exo: right, now suddenly we’re in a maze and we’re fucked… none of us can leave… we’ll just sit on our asses here i guess. it’s cold. and there’s a lot of sand.

exo: update: we got out of the maze and our powers are back… but they’re fucked up and we’re all scattered around the world causing shit. we miss each other… like we can’t even talk because our phones are glitching like some dumb bitches.

exo: we’re back but now it seems we live in a wonderland… or something. we don’t know either. it’s a vaporwave-ish universe and minseok is making drugs… sehun won’t sleep until the sun is down… twat. 

exo: now we’re jedis and- wait nevermind we’re emos who fight and play basketball in the snow and hang out with space whales. 

exo: suddenly we’re monsters who go hard as fuck… we’re some real bad boys. baekhyun has a lip ring, are you shook? hell yeah you are. 

exo: update: we joined the mafia. 

exo: another update: we’re no longer in the mafia. now it’s christmas and we’re sad about an ugly bracelet. 

exo: ok and here we are and we’re hillbilly weasley pastel tropical kings… you heard right. we kokobop on any block… please love us even though we literally said we hate you and have been keeping you awake for an entire week.

“BAD VIBES FOREVER”
I don’t know what hurts more, losing people or losing myself,

I hear things ya know? and talk to myself, I try not to be crazy, keep my composure and be strong, I am strong, but weak at the same time, if that even makes sense, the mystery behind me isn’t anything cool, or exciting it’s depressing, it’s sad, I’ll always be alone in my mind, with my actions, lies, motives,

I’ll always lose people because I’m at never ending war with myself, I lean on people to save me from myself, when in reality the only way to save me is to kill me,

my depressions comforted me for so long, I’ve to some degree become fond or even used to it, I can’t blame my mom , or the girls who loved me for leaving, in the end all there is, is me, it’s not rewarding or suprising , this character I’ve become , is it even me? is this what I wanted? I’m not sure,

the nightmares, sleepless nights, crazy thoughts, they all play a role, I had someone who could ease it ya know? and I made it my goal to ruin it, literally, she was so good to me, she was my heroin, or “heroine” I broke her, completely, but not only to ruin her, to build her, and she hung on , for so long, for so fucking long,

now I’ve reached a point where I can no longer progress, I’m in a pond with a canoe rather than in the ocean around me in a sailboat,

nothing excites me, nothing will give me joy for to long, only pain and sorrow is what has made me feel or comforted me,

being suicidal dosent exactly help these habits either, I had a drug stage where I would pop pills on pills, just to not feel anything at all, I’d get lost, and than create a motive,

the problem now is that my motives are always surrounded with these evil intentions, I’ve come to think I’m literally a villain at heart,

the thing is , villains are necessary for a story to go about, but, they never find love, or comfort in reasonable motive, just the craziest the things, when im good im sad, when im bad I feel alive, but than I hate myself after,

my insanity has been feeding on me since I could walk, I’d only prayed I’d found someone who figured it out and had the patience to keep me, to disregard the pain and only feed me love, it’s selfish of me, I know, but where are you, angel, my wing ridden angel,

save me – xxx

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Jeff Davis 8 - Between 2005 and 2009, the bodies of eight young women, who were all either involved with drugs or sex work, were discovered in swamps in the area of Jennings, Louisiana. Most of the young women knew one another with some being related by blood. They were identified as:

  • Lynn Lewis, 28
  • Ernestine Marie Daniels Patterson, 30
  • Kristen Gary Lopez, 21
  • Whitnei Dubois, 26
  • Laconia “Muggy” Brown, 23; 
  • Crystal Shay Benoit Zeno, 24
  • Brittney Gary, 17.
  • Necole Guillory, 26,

The cause of death was difficult to determine in a couple of the deaths due to extreme decomposition but it’s generally believed that they were all murdered. Two of the victims’ were discovered with slit throats. The deaths were mishandled by authorities from the onset with an abundance of evidence being “lost.” A number of witnesses even named local police officers as suspects in the deaths. It was also reported that the women were informants for police before their deaths and had even provided information regarding the other victims before being killed themselves. The case still remains unsolved to this day, with many believing the police to be involved while others believe it to be the work of one sadistic serial killer.

Reasons Herbs May Not Work

It breaks my heart when I see people give up on herbs too easily.

More and more people are turning to herbs because there is a growing disappointment with using pharmaceuticals for chronic illness.

Many people are getting fed up with taking a pill that never really cures their illness and gives them awful side effects. Maybe they are concerned about acetaminophen giving their young child asthma (1) or they see the growing evidence about the risks associated with statins (2) and they say enough is enough!

From this moment forward they vow to never resort to drugs again and instead try a more natural and holistic approach thus leading them to the world of herbs and herbalism.

But sometimes their love affair with herbalism is stopped short.

They reach for the closest herb book, try a few remedies and then declare that the herbs don’t work! They tried using horehound for coughing with no relief. They tried meadowsweet for their headache to no avail.

They begin to wonder, “Are herbalists a bunch of delusional wood fairies touting the miracles of something that never works?”

As much as I would love to be considered a wood fairy, I’ll have to say no, this is not the case. I’ve seen herbs work hundreds of times. I’ve seen them work for serious infections as well as serious chronic diseases. I’ve seen them work when modern medicine failed.

Yes, herbs work!

I want to share a handful of reasons why herbs might not work in a given situation.

1. Improper dosing (either too little or too much)

When buying over the counter drugs like NyQuil or Tylenol, they come in a package that is clearly marked with the dosage instructions. Generally these are very simple instructions. “Adults take 2 tablets, three times daily.”

Herbs don’t always come with directions. If you buy bulk herbs the dosing instructions are absent entirely. If you buy a tincture or a bottle of capsules the dosage listed on the bottle has most likely been chosen by the FDA’s labeling mandates and not by an herbalist.  

I am not going to lie to you. Dosage in the herbal world is confusing.

In herbalism dosage varies from person to person, from plant to plant and from preparation to preparation.

A 15 minute infusion of a teaspoon of nettle leaf will not extract the same vitamins and minerals as a four-hour infusion of an ounce of nettle leaf in a quart of water.

A few drops of lobelia tincture can promote relaxation. A strong cup of lobelia tea could make you vomit.

One way I commonly see dosages being flubbed in herbalism is people using small amounts of tonic/adaptogen herbs in tincture, versus the traditional use of large amount of tonic/adaptogen herbs as decoctions or powders. (As always go with what works, but if you aren’t getting the results you’d expect after taking 5 drops of ashwanganda tincture twice a day, consider your dose!)

Frequency of dosing can also be an issue. During acute illnesses we generally use slightly smaller amounts but with more frequency. I may take elderberry elixir 1-2 times each hour at the onset of an illness for example. General recommendations are to take herbs 3 times a day, but that won’t cut it for acute illness.

2. Low quality plant material

Herbs often don’t come with an expiration date. Quality can also vary significantly and will suffer greatly if the herbs have been improperly harvested or improperly processed.

Plants decay. They simply go bad. The rate at which they do this varies significantly from plant to plant. If you’ve just pulled a bag of herbs from your back shelf and had to blow off an inch of dust… well, they are probably not at their prime.

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Genre: Hitman!Luke, Gang!5SOS, smut (yea basically mature content.)

Words: 26,334

Pairing: Reader x Luke

You’d think killing your sworn enemy should be easy. Then how come it’s not?

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One | Two | Three


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Whatever anyone may be feeling about tonight’s ep and the sequences that follow I feel like we’re all in need of a hug so here’s a hug from the two people who are the sole reason for the endless pain and emotion we encounter on a daily basis

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Harry Potter AU - Drarry

Muggle Au where Draco is a doctor and Harry is a police officer, Harry is always getting hurt on (and off) the job and has to see his doctor, Dr. Malfoy. They make a routine, of sorts. Harry comes in, Draco chastises him, Harry makes jokes, Draco takes care of whatever issue Harry has (Seriously, its a different thing every week!), and Harry flirts (something Draco has never noticed). 

One day, Harry comes in. He says he’s been having headaches. Which is odd, considering he was having migraines last week. And stomachaches the week before that. They go through their routine, but this time when harry flirts, Draco smiles. He smiles a knowing smile. Draco writes up yet another prescription and Harry has to leave again. 

Harry had barely glanced at the prescription. He never did. He never dropped them off at a pharmacy either. The drugs weren’t necessary. Harry knew he shouldn’t waste a doctor with problems that weren’t even problems. But Draco’s hair looked so soft, his lips were so pink, and his eyes, oh his eyes, he could stare into them for years if Draco would let him.

He was about to throw the little paper away, when something caught his eye. It was rare to find a prescription with that many numbers on it. A closer inspection confirmed that it wasn’t a prescription at all. It was a note. With a number. Draco’s number.

It read:

Harry,

Since you’re so intent on coming to see me all the time, why don’t we meet elsewhere? Maybe at a bar, or a restaurant? 

Call me, 1276 836692


(P.S. I just made up that number so please do not call it. xo)

so you wanna write about narcotics

Hello, friends! Disclaimer time! This is a quick reference for folks who want to write accurately about narcotic substances in their fiction. It covers what narcotics are and how they affect the body, the differences between tolerance, physical dependence, and addiction, what happens during an overdose, and how overdoses are usually managed in a hospital setting. It is NOT meant for anything beyond that (and it’s definitely not a commentary on the state of narcotics abuse in this country, because that would take another several thousand words and also involve a lot of yelling about overprescription of opioids and the lack of support for patients with chronic pain).

Um. ANYWAY.

Before we get into it, let’s talk terminology. Although the terms “opiate” and “opioid” are often used interchangeably, they’re technically two different things. Morphine and codeine, two compounds actually found in opium poppies, are considered opiates. Everything else derived from the poppy – heroin, hydromorphone, hydrocodone, oxymorphone, oxycodone – are considered opioids. There are also synthetically created opioids that don’t derive from opium poppies at all, but that’s a slightly different topic and I don’t feel like delving into it. For the purposes of this guide I’m sticking with the catch-all term “narcotics.”

i. what the fuck are they and how do they work

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A Brush With Death - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Prompt: Yayy! Can you do an imagine where the batfamily (and batmom) are going to this charity event the boys & bruce patrol bc of a looming threat? And then when they leave batmom gets shot near her heart & almost dies and they seek revenge (requested by @imagination-factory)

“Shit.” You swore under your breath as you danced with your husband. Over his shoulder you spied the bat symbol burning brightly in the overcast night sky.  

“It just turned on didn’t it?” Bruce asked so that only you could hear, not bothering to look over his shoulder at what he already knew was there.

“You betcha.” You said.  Bruce dropped his head and let out a quiet sigh into your hair.

“I have to go.” He said, full of regret.

“Go. I’ll handle your speech.” You reassured. “Go save the world.” You encouraged shooing him away from the dancefloor. He smiled gratefully towards you and pulled his phone out of his pocket to take a ‘phone call’ as he hurried out of the party.

You made your way over to the MC to let him know the change to the program and that your husband had to leave early for a ‘business emergency’. He looked a little annoyed by the sudden change but out of respect for the amount of money the Waynes donate to this program he made the wise decision not to complain to your face.

One by one you watched as each of your boys slipped out of the party and snuck off to help their father fight god knows what. You were flying solo tonight.

“…  Ladies and gentlemen it is my highest honor to welcome Mrs. [Y/N] Wayne to the stage.” The announcer said, giving your cue to ascend to the podium. As you smiled a bright friendly smile to the cameras and guests you couldn’t help but to think thank god for teleprompters. You greeted the microphone with a lighthearted joke about your workaholic husband and how he regrets that he had to bow out early.

“As you all are well aware, tonight is a very important night for this foundation. Not only because of the generosity of the donors tonight but also because by the end of tonight each and every one of you will be able to say you made a difference … In Gotham nonetheless!” You said cheerfully the crowd laughed politely at the speechwriter’s attempt at a joke. “Now it is my utmost honor to announce that the proceeds tonight will go directly to building an orphanage for Gotham’s most disenfranchised children. Every child needs a place to call home and with your generous donations we here at the Wayne foundation seek to make that ideal a reality. Thank you.” You said before handing the mic back over to the host of the evening.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the ever so enchanting Mrs. Wayne.” He praised as you stepped off the stage. A round of applause erupted and you gave a small gracious bow to the audience.

‘Shit. I should be a politician with the amount of ass kissing I’m giving and receiving tonight.’ You thought to yourself behind your charming smile.

The celebratory atmosphere was quickly sliced through when the sound of gunshots rang out through the crowd. Just as quick as you heard the shots, a stab of pain ripped through your chest. It’s funny you’d think that your life would have flashed before your eyes or you would have thought about the people you love but all you could focus on was the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Each heartbeat growing weaker than the last.

/N] … Mrs. Wayne! Focus on the sound of my voice. Help’s coming alright? Just listen to me ok? God damn it!  Aren’t any of you overstuffed peacocks a doctor?” A murky voice called out to you. Spots danced across your eyes and your vision blurred obscuring the crowd of doctors and paramedics surrounding you.  

Your vision went completely black and you were certain that you were never going to wake up again but the next thing you knew you were slowly coming to in a bright sterile hospital room. The obnoxious beeping pierced through your head like ice picks being shoved into an angry hornet’s nest.

“Fuck me.” You croaked, squinting at the harsh lighting.  Every part of your body hurt. Either someone needed to pump you with more drugs or put a bullet in your brain to finish the job.

“Hey.” Bruce whispered gently sitting up from chair he had been sitting in to stand by your side. He gently brushed your hair away from your face.

“What the hell happened, Bruce?” You asked.

“You were shot [Y/N]. It was supposed to be me up there but you were put in their line of fire instead. I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to make whoever’s responsible pay.” Bruce promised, his tone darkening with his promise.

“Where are the boys?”

“Hunting.” He said simply. “We’re all angry about what happened, [Y/N].”

“Any chance you can rein in the cavalry? All I want right now is all of my boys to be here. Almost dying puts shit into perspective, you know?” You said weakly. Bruce’s hand moved to firmly grasp yours.

“I’ll make the call, Darling. But you know they’re all going to be restless until someone is thrown into Blackgate with broken bones and a life sentence.” Bruce replied gently.

“I know.” You smiled weakly. “I just really want to see my boys right now, Bruce.” You said, your voice quivering slightly with the tears that were threatening to overtake you.

“I know, love, I know. They’ll be on their way soon.” Bruce hushed, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. Your family would be with you soon enough and all would be right in the world. Coming so close to death, you had half a mind never to let them go again.

Misplaced Emotions

Summary: Dan Howell is a vampire who’s lost his humanity, and all he wants is to fuck Phil Lester, who just so happens to be a vampire hunter.

TW: a million cuss words. casual mention of blood and death and sex and a (very calm/non descriptive) murder takes place bc dan’s a vampire and he be hungryyy

Word Count: 3k

here’s my halloween fic! I hope you like it ^__^

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My Woman’s Enemy - Request

Requested by anon: Sherlock x reader. There was a break in at the museum where Sherlocks wife works. Greg calls him to the crime scene to only find dimmok, is questioning his wife about her involvement. Even though she’s completely innocent.
& @diesintheshower: Can you do one where (y/n) is a suspect in one of sherlocks cases but he can’t figure out what she did that ties her to the case?
& anon: Otherwise the idea is that the reader is married to Sherlock and that she was kidnapped and tortured , After coming back she thinks Sherlock no longer wants her and guilts her for putting her in danger and if all this could end with a smut it would be great

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 5.445 (Damn!)

Warnings: Bit of violence (only if you are delicate), smutty innuendos, fluffy smut - unprotected.

A/N: As you can see, I was inspired to write. This MAY OR NOT BE A SEQUEL TO My Enemy’s Woman and it wasn’t on purpose, it just kind of happened. ALso, I wrote this in three different places and times so… SORRY! The betas are still not “on duty” so it is all on me.

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Shotgun, red lights, blood dripping and an escaping murderer; it had been so fast she had barely had time to register the man’s face. Her co-worker had been murdered right in front of her face.

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anonymous asked:

Opinion on the rising signs ? xox

I’m not gonna praise I’m just going to be honest, good and bad. Also I’m gonna give them all a type!!

Aries rising : I’m an Aries rising, but personally I’ve never really gotten along with other Aries rising and I’m not sure why, but I can say we are some one everyone seems to be really chill with, or wants to chill with, really quick minds and quite impatient, but excellent workers even when they don’t like the work. Brilliant leaders, they don’t always want to take charge, but everyone seems so naturally drawn to them, to follow them. Optimistic and intimidating, nice cheekbones too. Will try to take someone else’s work and do it for them bc they are too slow, can be an ass bc of that hahaha. !!High key kinky!! Leader friend™, generally tall to medium height and normally naturally toned body.

Taurus rising : one of my best friends is a Taurus rising. Stubborn friend™ And awkwardly graceful. These risings are often surrounded by animals or are generally fawning over one, they love food too. Can be authoritarian when it comes to working with others, needs to chill. Talented, and has an uncanny ability to motivate others, beautiful eyes 👀. They aren’t the most tidy of rising signs but when they clean expect the place to be more sterilised then a hospital. LOVES comfort, home is very important to them and so is their individuality, parental, I could see Taurus risings working in hospitality or with children.

Gemini rising : another one of my best friends risings, LOVES reading, and language, is an intellectual™, is a lil prejudice but is very open to changing their view often, awkward AF, but cute, round face, peachy cheeks, really funny and can be loud when they are comfortable. Doesn’t know when to shut up. Either everyone likes them or no one does, oblivious. Is dedicated to learning, and will try to teach others.
Steals tumblr memes, but always gets caught. Needs a parental 24/7 bc they are babies, not in a bad way tho, too sweet for this world.

Cancer rising : YET ANOTHER one of my best friends risings, attracts drama, quiet and has difficulty asserting them selfs at the start, likes dogs. Mom friend™, likes food as well, gets stressed easily. Can also be dramatic. Walks oddly, doesn’t know what to do with their hands. Sarcastic, favourite word is fuck. Depressed. Heart shaped face, also nice cheek bones, thick hair, and aesthetic tiddys and dicks. Can feel victimised allot, is popular but is introverted af, lowkey kinky.

Leo rising: i only know two Leo risings, and I’m not to close to them, but they are clingy af, and sometimes a little rude or stuckup, but they always mean well, they either have a mane for hair or dead hair from focusing too much on their hair, big smile, and generally more tanned skin, often tries to get into the centre of attention, is really generous and kind, can either be classic snake friend™, or royal friend™, is extremely Loyal to one or two people, high key protective and loves to have fun.

Virgo rising: another one of my best friends rising!! Smol n cute, princess™, complains allot, that instagram hoe™, thicc af, short, likes to help people, is clean and doesn’t like mess, loud laugh, aesthetic is on point, dresses well, has many people coming after them but hated them All, extra, will try hard to get into popular groups, nags allot, but they only want people to do the right thing, vanilla (sometimes) really sassy. Is book smart and hands on smart, but they might put themselves down allot.

Libra rising: the only libra rising that I knew of was my English teacher, but he was a babe, hipster friend™, love and peace they say through gritted teeth and seething anger. PERFECT EYELASHES. Either black or denim or both. Good with makeup. Takes allot of pictures, might know how to play an instrument, aesthetics also on point. A thot, but a respected thot. Usually very well liked.

Scorpio rising: I don’t know any Scorpio risings, but I’d think, sex friend™. Is actually the sweetest, but acts like they are evil, or tries to be, has allot of fun, intense eyes, may seem a lil intimidating, makes threats, doesn’t follow through, will hit you tho. May know more about you then you want them too, allot of people want them, even if they aren’t “conventionally attractive”. Mysterious, someone who likes to spread shit, lives for drama.

Sagittarius rising: I only know one sag rising, LOUD af, probably owns a scarf, or two, has good humour but exaggerates almost everything, loves to tell stories, def kinky, into travel, had a good heart, can seem superficial, or annoying, but is just trying to fit it. Overly optimistic, but cute anyway tho, the one who will go on heaps of adventures and do drugs. Might love camping. Probably will sing country music obnoxiously to make every one laugh, annoys everyone instead.

Capricorn rising: another friend of mine, depressed friend™, intimidating af, extremely sarcastic, will call you out on your shit, actually has the best humour, work ethic is either on point or doesn’t exist. Wild, does drugs, daddy kink, can kill you, will do it, big heart tho, has unchanging opinions, they don’t like to back down, even if they are wrong. Will headbutt you.

Aquarius rising: I only know one, but they are eccentric af, always stands out in a crowd, attractive in an odd but mesmerising way, defined forehead, is the classic rebel friend™, sarcastic, popular and extremely aloof, either super vanilla or really kinky, has done drugs, likes to party heaps, can be a dick. GOD COMPLEX IS REAL. Will try to be popular, but also tries to be different. Emo kid. Probably collects weird things.

Pisces rising: another of my best friends rising sign. DRUG FRIEND™, is really kind, but is constantly making themselves the victim, probably psychic, wears hippy clothes, also lives in the hippy era, is really cute and baby like, fish eyes, might have a fringe. Super aloof, easy to make laugh, might have trouble with weight.

These are probably totally incorrect but I was at work while writing this and my head hurts, but these are my general experiences with the rising signs or what I think they’d be like

PSYCHEDELIC

[adjective]

1. of or noting a mental state characterised by a profound sense of intensified sensory perception, sometimes accompanied by severe perceptual distortion and hallucinations and by extreme feelings of either euphoria or despair.

2. of, relating to, or noting any of various drugs producing this state, as LSD, mescaline, or psilocybin.

3. resembling, characteristic of, or reproducing images, sounds, or the like, experienced while in such a state: psychedelic painting.

[noun]

4. a psychedelic drug.

5. a person who uses such a substance.

Etymology: from Greek psukhē, “breath, soul”; related to Greek psukhein, “to breathe” + dêl(os), “visible, manifest, evident”.

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