sober and clean

My girlfriend kindly suggested this to me, I’ve been pondering it, tonight I’m going to find that photograph, and start nourishing my little girl.

Tony and Rhodey hid their relationship for years.

Rhodey had a future in the military, was the only place he really wanted to end up, and Tony had Obadiah breathing down his neck about shareholders, so they learned a lot of boundaries. Some things were okay in some spaces. Most spaces, they weren’t.

It was hard, when Rhodey would come home on leave and Tony wanted to kiss him silly, not having seen him in months. A part of him says he shouldn’t be doing that in front of Rhodey’s mom and sister anyways, but, hell, the straight military families are kissing up a storm, and he wants his turn.

It was hard, every time something went indisputably right and Tony just wanted to celebrate. The kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, knocks you off your feet. Shared, private smiles, filled with giddy glee. Instead, he gets private club rooms and strippers and champagne for days, drowning out the want.

It was undeniably hard that moment in the desert, when Tony wants to cry because he tried, he tried to keep hoping and moving, but some part of him worried he’d never see Rhodey again, and here he is, cracking broken jokes about the Fun-vee, and Tony just wants to collapse into him.

It’s hard when he’s dying. Not that Rhodey knows anyways, but Tony spends a lot of time, retooling his will and his legacy as a whole, and Rhodey’s getting stuff, he’s getting a lot, but it’ll be what a best friend gets. Tony will never get to tell the world how much he undeniably absolutely crazily loved James Rupert Rhodes.

February 2011 and Tony’s going to live and they’ve been testing the suits all day, high on adrenaline and giddy joy. Back down to street clothes, they might steal a kiss in plain view of the window. No one knows who started it. A picture gets taken. They can’t see Rhodey’s face, but Tony’s is obvious, and Tony practically ignores his own forcing out of the closet to throw money at lawyers to squash any rumors that the other party is Colonel James Rupert Rhodes.

September 2011, and suddenly the world tilts on its axis. Tony’s elbow-deep in the armor when Rhodey tells him the news. DADT, repealed, it’s official and it’s real and it’s not just talk anymore. And Rhodey gets this look in his eye, the stubborn look people like to pretend he doesn’t have–like Tony’s the only stubborn one–that Tony loves, and says he should set a good example now.

So they go on dates. They go to restaurants and hold hands across the table and Tony doesn’t even bother trying to get them a booth in the back. They go to the Italian bakery and Rhodey smooshes cannoli cream on Tony’s face. They kiss in Central Park and dance together at parties and, finally, next time Tony’s getting honored with an award, he shows up, sober and clean and ready, and reads his acceptance from carefully prepared cards. He’d like to thank his partner, the love of his life, Colonel James Rhodes.

One month and a week that's 37 days!! 37 DAYS SOBER!!!

So I’ve been clean and sober for 37 days!! That’s ONE MONTH AND A WEEK CLEAN!!! I’m so proud I’ve worked my frickin ass off but I must admit without treatment and the medication to help with my emotions and cravings I wouldn’t be were I am today so shootout to my treatment facility!! :) You guys are the bomb! I’ve tried multiple times in my own to kick this by myself and two days was all I could manage before relapsing and I was headed down a horrible horrible path I’m so glad I found the courage and trust me it took a lot to reach out on my own to ask for help and break the news to my mother it was been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do I have a lot of stuff to deal with and work through but all this will be worth it in the end!!! Anybody struggling with addiction don’t give up keep trying it’s difficult to do remember be gentle with yourself it’s easier said than done and it’s OK to ask/ reach out fit help take it one second at a time…. Love all of you guys I’m here for any of you!! You’re never alone in this!!! One step at a time…

The Dwarves at a Party

Thorin:
-broods in the corner with a glass of whiskey
-gives everyone the stink eye
-secretly loves this P!nk song but would never say so

Fili:
-dances like your dad at a barbeque
-has cheetos dust in his beard
-might, actually will, hurt himself or someone else

Kili:
-was way too drunk before the party even began
-drinking a margarita made of melted jolly ranchers, ice, and way too much vodka
-dances like a frat bro without the sleaze

Dwalin:
-hides out in the corner with Thorin and a flask he brought from home
-must rein in the Durin Bros when they get to rowdy
-hates his life

Balin:
-the designated driver
-made the hors d’oeuvres
-confiscates Kili’s margarita

Bofur:
-the DJ with the way too random music
-falls down the stairs as a party trick
-wears a red cup as a hat

Bombur:
-becomes Balin’s nemesis after devouring all the hors d’oeuvres
-broke the trampoline which was explicitly off-limits
-master of beer pong

Bifur:
-retreats to the bathroom
-leaves early
-was he even there?

Dori:
-staying sober with Balin
-trying to clean up the ever growing mess
-hass 911 on standby

Nori:
-may have stolen all the silverware…and the plastic forks too
-invited those guys no one knows and who are freaking everyone out
-makes everyone figure out the “password” to get in

Ori:
-can’t handle his liquor
-is the partygoer who will inevitably be hurt by Fili
-brought a colouring book because he misinterpreted the invitation

Oin:
-will fight someone or a whole bunch of someones
-judges you by your drink
-passes out in the backyard

Gloin:
-won’t stop fixing things around the house
-yet still drinking without pause
-made friends with dog