my kind of drug

Been wanting to say this for a long time so here we go:

Can we please collectively stop making fun of the “meth fandom” or w/e the fuck nomenclature we’re using to describe real people who finally have a space and community to talk about their substance use? Like I’ve seen posts lump this part of tumblr in with literal fucking neo-nazis and if that doesn’t strike you as fucked up i don’t know what else i can fucking say to you.

I’ve even seen this shit from leftists. Like how can we recognize that capitalism is built on the exploitation of labor and mass disenfranchisement of working class people - and then turn around and mock people who use stimulants to cope with the godawful hardships of that life? If you can’t recognize meth users humanity, then what the fuck are you even fighting for?

I have adhd, but I still abuse my stimulants because my body literally cannot produce the amount of labor necessary for my survival. Thousands of others do the same. We’re not that different from the people on here using meth. Everywhere ~drug users~ turn, we’re denied the chance to talk about our own experiences in our own fucking language. We’re denied the chance to find our own community and engage with it on our own terms. Especially us women who use. Why propagate that shit here? What do you gain by mocking us and people like those in the ~meth fandom~? Who are you helping?

And i know this probably describes only a sliver of my followers, but I hope it’ll reach further. Because honestly? Some people on here need to step the fuck off. 

I’ve never seen a post on my dash condemning this phenomenon (which is often treated like a joke, like it’s not about you know, real fucking people), and that’s fucking bullshit. I’m not saying no one’s said this before, but I sure as fuck haven’t seen it. We can do better. We must do better.

Remember when people were getting all mad cause that movie was titled “Chiraq” and they didn’t like how it compared Chicago to Iraq?

Okay. I’m officially terrified to refresh my dash. Take this as my leave from this site until Sunday 9pm EST. I might throw a couple stray posts I was working on into a queue and post them (and maybe a fic…come on brain, let’s get a move on) and I’ll still be here to message anyone back, as long as it’s not to discuss any explicit details about 4x3. I want to know NOTHING more than the general impressions I’ve already heard from people who have seen sp0ilers.

I’m nervous though. Really, really nervous. I hope we survive this. And when I say “we” I mean the characters, the fandom, and the Yacht.

A massive hug to all of you tonight, and I’ll see all of you on the other side Sunday night. 

Your lies are bullets your mouths a gun and no war and no anger was ever won.
—  Selena Gomez
Some kind of Drug (Murphy x Reader)

Request: Can you do a John Murphy imagine centered around “to many images running through my mind. Soon as I hit it I can’t get it out of my system, I’m on some kind of drug” Thanks and love your account 😘 Song: Some kind of drug by G Eazy ft Marc E. Bassy ❣❣

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Murphy lay on his bed, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get you out of his head. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get the image of your face out of his head. Every kind word you had ever said to him; every time you had moaned his name; whenever you hugged him; and all the times he held your hand were rushing before his eyes. Having enough of missing you, Murphy stood up determination running through his veins as he made his way down the Ark halls quietly. 

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Layne Thomas Staley was born in Kirkland, Washington on August 22, 1967. At the age of 7 Layne’s parents divorced and Layne was raised by his mom and step dad. In 2001 Layne had described the experience of witnessing his parents’ divorce: “My world became a nightmare, there were just shadows around me. I got a call saying that my dad had died, but my family always knew he was around doing all kinds of drugs. Since that call I always was wondering, ‘Where is my dad?’ I felt so sad for him and I missed him. He dropped out of my life for 15 years.” When Layne got into music he was influenced by Black Sabbath, Mercyfull Fate, Van Halen, Judas Priest and Anthrax. He began playing drums at the age of 12 but he first started with glam metal. He was also in a band called sleze where he began singing. Then the band decided to change the name from Sleze to Alice in Chains. When Alice and Chains got popular lanes addiction to drugs got bad. His drug of choice was Heroin. In his last days Layne’s appearance went from sickly green and skinny to where he had lost several teeth, his skin was pale, and he was skin and bones and weighed about 80 pounds. April 19, 2002. Layne’s bank had noticed he hadn’t spent any money in in the past 2 or so weeks. The bank got a hold of his mom and while she hadn’t heard from in 2 weeks she grew suspicious and called 911. The police had kicked the door down in Layne’s apartment on April 19. He was found laying on a couch with the TV on with a couple spray-paint cans on the floor near him with a stash of coke with two crack pipes on the table. Described as 6 foot 1 and weighed 80 pounds at time of death. He died alone and had been dead for 2 weeks until he was found. He died on April 5th 2002 and was cremated.

i had a dream that started out as i was back in school & doing an assignment & i kept doing it over & over bc my teacher was yelling at me telling me i did it wrong & that turned out to just be an anxious side plot to the main plot which was that my sister was some kind of a drug dealer & i had accidentally exposed that so she couldn’t have access to her money & also we were being hunted down anyway it was all very very stressful but u should know that everything slowed down for a minute & though there were scary people chasing me i got to pick out three lovely boxes of strawberries



“i was a crap mentor, hal. i failed him all those years. truly failed him. but this time… for once, i wanted to get out of his way for the right reasons. don’t you get it, hal? while we all love the league… there are always some things i’ll always love MORE.” 

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29. "Don't treat me like a kid!"//Derek

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Derek and I were in the process of moving in together. It was his idea, he thought about it a few weeks after we had given each other the keys to our apartments. He decided it would cut the hustle and bustle and it would be easier if we moved in together. I wasn’t really on board at first but I did manage to see the advantages.

I wasn’t used to his lifestyle of traveling around the country, making music, drugs and whatnot. It wasn’t my kind of area but I supported all his decisions. He knew I wasn’t one to like his lifestyle but he did try to make things better for me and I was grateful.

“Y/N! Come help me!” I heard Derek yell. I yelled back that I was coming and jogged to the room he was in. His face and body was covered in sweat. He ran his fingers through his hair before putting his hat back on. “I know you’re really not used to all this and it’s gonna be real hard trying to get used to my lifestyle, so, I’ve decided to cut down on smoking weed inside. If i feel like smoking I’ll go to one of the guy’s house to do it.” The smirk on his face just said it all. I knew he was teasing me and it just pissed me off so I just walked out the room and continued doing what I was doing in the bathroom. 

“Babe!” He called out following me. “What?”

“I was kidding.”

“Sure.” I said with a stale face.

“Babygirl.” He slid his arm around my waist preventing to turn around and fill the cabinet.

“Derek, honestly, I’m sick of this. I’m sick of you treating me like I’m a kid. I’m not a kid. Don’t treat me like a kid!” He chuckled and his face turned serious as if he had just realised something.

“You don’t like it when I tease you? Baby why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’d just tease even more.”

“Maybe that’s true.” I hit his arm while he laughed. “Seriously Derek.” I continued filling the cabinet with my own products as well as Derek’s products.

“Ok, I’m really sorry, I’ll stop treating you like this.”

“You better.” He kissed my temple and helped continue clearing out the boxes.