these people must be on drugs

Can you imagine how proud Gerard must be? He was a drug addict and an alcoholic for years. He was suicidal and he thought he was never going to make it past 25. But now it’s his 40th birthday, he has an amazing wife and a cute daughter, he’s finally accomplishing his dreams as a comic book writer and he’s very happy. He made it and he inspires thousands of people every day, because if he can do it, so can we.

With that being said, let’s all wish this wonderful man a happy birthday and stop judging him for not looking like his 27 year old self.

“There were early signs. I used to have this feeling that I could manipulate the future. I got lucky at casinos, and I thought it was because I had the power to control events. I was a biology teacher back then. I was married with four kids. I read three books per week. I was only getting a few hours of sleep every night. Then one morning on the bus I had a break from reality. I was speaking to a friend, and I started to understand her in a completely different way. And the things I understood were evil. It was like my entire mental structure had changed. I began to frighten people. I lost all filters. I would say all of the strange things that I was thinking. People thought I was on drugs. I lost my job. My wife went to her mother’s place with the kids. I ended up sleeping on the streets. It took me years to realize I had schizophrenia. I was put in a psychiatric ward for two months. Now I’m taking three different medications. I’m reading books again. I’ve got some self-esteem back. I’m building a relationship with my kids. But I’m still fighting it. It’s always there. It doesn’t come and go. It’s a continuous way of looking at the world that I must keep pushing back against.”

(Cordoba, Argentina)

one thing i wanna clear up is, every muslim is different. what my opinion is, will not be the opinon of another muslim’s. every muslim’s islam is personal to themselves. some people follow the rules more, some follow them less. some are flexible, some aren’t. 

thing is, islam gives us a guideline. after that, it is upto us as muslims to live life. that is where the concept of free choice and free will comes in. 

however, no muslim’s faith is more stronger or weaker. we as humans have no right to judge that. some muslims date before marriage, have sex before marriage. some muslims don’t. some muslims drink and do drugs. some muslims don’t. some muslim girls wear the hijaab, some don’t. 

no muslim should be shamed for what they do or don’t do. every muslim is different in how they practice their religion.

at the end of the day, what must be remembered is that one’s faith is between nobody but them and god. people do not worship god for other people’s validation, no, they do it for validation from god. muslims worship allah, as much or as little as they do, and that is for allah, and nobody else. nobody else has the right to shame anybody for how much or little they practice their faith. 

BS Medical Tropes that Need to Die, 2/? : Making People Unconscious

For Part 1 of the BS Medical Tropes series, click here!

So I got an ask the other night about a character choosing not to kill people, but knocks them out with blows to the head instead. And it’s not an unreasonable thing for writers to think is legitimate. In fact, in fiction, there are dozens of ways to produce unconsciousness! A sharp hit to the head; a sedative drug injected right into the neck, bro!, or even Darkly Dreaming Dexter with his special horse paralytic.

Hell, on Person of Interest the main characters routinely produce unconscious enemy combatants by shooting them in the @$#RY)G!@#% knees

Here’s the thing: Every single one of those is complete bullshit.

Poppycock. Nincompoopery. Asscrap. And you’d realize that it’s a crock of crap if you thought about it this way for even half a minute:

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They told us Eurus, Redbeard, and Sherlock were all the same person in TAB

Do you remember the part where Sherlock drags his friends to Ricoletti’s grave and we think it’s real, but it’s actually mind palace?

The grave stone says “Emelia Ricoletti, Beloved Sister”

Sherlock jumps in and starts panting like a dog. He shovels dirt with his hands, digging like a hound with paws.

Sherlock is all three people.

“My husband is three people”

The Final Problem makes sense only in subtext. Whether you think it’s John’s MP or Sherlock’s MP, that’s still up for debate. I’m officially siding with Sherlock’s because there are flashbacks to the waterfall scene from TAB in TFP, which means both of those episodes must have been experienced by the same character, and I don’t think it was John for both.

Sherlock DID have a friend named Victor Trevor, but his death happened much later in Sherlock’s life. Because of that Sherlock took to hard drugs as a young adult, not as a child. There are two separate deaths he combined together to create TFP.

Redbeard was an imaginary friend. Sherlock didn’t have friends, we know this. He wanted to be a pirate – Mycroft remembers and misses that carefree child.

So what changed Sherlock’s mind? Why did the cold, logical, calculating machine take over and get rid of Sherlock’s imaginary friend?

Mycroft. He kept calling Sherlock “a stupid little boy”, saying “you always were so stupid”. Sherlock even says Mycroft thought he was an idiot. Sherlock stopped being “stupid” and tried to emulate his big brother – the only person in his life that would tolerate him. He tried solving the Carl Powers case and boom! Sherlock Holmes the little detective was born. This is why Mycroft brought up Redbeard at the wedding – “Hey, don’t get involved, remember when you had to resort to imaginary friends like a pathetic little child?” makes a lot more sense than “Hey, don’t get involved, remember your dead friend Victor who disappeared because our secret sister killed him?”.

Eurus represents the crushing logic that destroys everything Sherlock loves.

Because it’s happened before. Twice we’ve seen Sherlock’s mind explain how Victor died, we just didn’t know it.

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Null / male / ??? / doesn’t know you.

A young man with retrograde amnesia and yes, he doesn’t know why and how he found himself confined in a certain facility where strange people come in and out everyday to experiment on him, he hear them say that they must nullify him. These people would even conduct what they call a ‘special physical experiment’ on him, he doesn’t recall exactly how, but he knows the pain for sure and he’s not able to do anything but to regret his existence everyday. He’d be injected with different sort of drugs everyday that apparently contributed to his messed up head– there are even cases when his mind would breakdown and would reset due to trauma and pain. But at the end of the day, the strange people would make sure he doesn’t die. Because he is too weak to even break out, add to that his messed up head, Null can’t keep count of how long he’s been locked in that facility. On one miraculous day though, he was able to escape.

He’s not good at tending to his own wounds. Nobody minded telling him where he’s from or his actual name. His right eye can’t see anymore, seems like it was nullified and it only reflects the color of the galaxy. Gullible child. When he got out he’s afraid of falling asleep or losing consciousness cause he thinks he’s mind would reset again. Doesn’t like being cold. A big crybaby. Tired. Needs help.

I wonder what’s up with him and why those people were using him.

They robbed all the stars.

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anonymous asked:

I've seen your posts about Scorpio Slytherins and cancer Slytherins, but what about pisces Slytherins?

I’m a Pisces Slytherin! Pisces Slytherins, just like all water signs in Slytherin, are absolutely fantastic at potions. Pisces are almost a rare sign to be found in Slytherin House, but it’s certainly not unheard of. And when it happens it’s always interesting.

Pisces In Slytherin:

  • Are idealistic, wise and empathetic with a ridiculously accurate intuition.
  • These Slytherin’s are incredibly in tune to people and their surroundings, and are incredibly adaptable,
  • They can be incredibly manipulative when they choose to be, and can be known to play emotional games with people,
  • Are natural silver tongues and fabulous at selling something to someone,
  • Brilliant at magic,
  • If you piss them off or hurt one of their friends or family they will take you down verbally. Because of their intuition and natural sense for people they know how to make their words cut worse than a knife.
  • These Slytherins dream big and can be achieved if the pisces has a pragmatic streak or their drive is strong enough,
  • These dreams are generally the most dazzling due to the Pisces romantic streak and love of mystery and glamour,
  • They tend to be loners or followers, only taking up a role of leadership when they must, they don’t feel a need to lead,
  • They have a very strong backbone, they just like to accommodate others where they can,
  • But if people violate or take advantage of their kindness they will unleash a hell unlike any seen before,
  • They never forget a betrayal or a kindness. Ever. And people tend to forget this,
  • Brilliant seers due to their natural alignment to mystical and spiritual,
  • They adore books and music is a drug to them, music can influence their mood and they know it.
  • Because these Slytherin’s are good with people and human psychology, they understand everybody around them; and because they are so quiet and unassuming, nobody notices that they are there.

💚 🐍 💚 ♓️ 💚 🐍 💚

kuwei yul-bo

  • let’s talk about how this KID….
  • who was captured and forced to be a prisoner in a foreign place. 
  • who had no idea what the hell he was doing, spent his days locked up trying to recreate a drug that he had never created in the first place. 
  • a drug that his father, who he probably didn’t even get a chance to grieve, made for him. 
  • do you think he ever felt guilty that the drug originated as a way to protect him and conceal his power?? bc i do. his father made a mistake and instead gave him a death sentence. kuwei knew no matter what he did it wouldn’t be a happy ending. 
    • if he succeeded making the drug he would be expendable, but also people were dying bc of it and many more would if he replicated it. the amount of stress this knowledge must have caused him omg. 
  • he stalled as long as he could and pretty much accepted that someone would eventually come to kill him. 
  • he didn’t even flinch when nina looked like she was going to do it. and that’s heartbreaking. imagine him sitting there with his journals just waiting for death bc he didn’t know what else to do.
  • he delivered one of the saddest lines in CK when he was asked what he was good at and he replied “i never had a chance to find out.” bc think about it…this teenager probably had no idea who he was yet and thought he’d never live to see the day he’d find out. not even when those murder nerds swooped in and saved him.
  • they probably seemed so…different from him?? sure they were around his age but each of them had a strong sense of identity and they had each other, and that was way more than he had. imagine him trying to piece bits of himself together based on who they were
  • and he still didn’t know if he could trust them, but once again he had no choice but to??? his fate was in someone else’s hands again. bc they were just kids too so why couldn’t be tough like kaz, smart like wylan, etc etc.
  • also think about how he could hardly understand them and they weren’t even always on the same page as each other, yet he had to depend on them wow???
  • plus his crush on jesper might have been him discovering his sexuality. we don’t know?? imagine the whirlwind it must’ve been for him to finally feel safe to figure himself out and develop attachment to things 
    • drawing, boys, pranks, whatever idk
  • he just wanted to be free and validated and get a ship to ravka. 
  • and he knew something could go wrong and he could be handed over to someone else and forced to make parem, so when he saw that window of opportunity to finally kiss the cute sharpshooter, he took it!!
    • it was his one shot!!! and that was i c o n i c
  • nina’s perspective captured him perfectly. “a boy not much younger than she was, caught up in a war he hadn’t chosen for himself. a survivor.” 
  • she and matthias determined kuwei was just a kid and one of them and y’all still leave him out………okay.
Some Creative Dystopian Ideas

You start off with freedom, but one by one slowly and subtly certain things are taken away.

When you once could go to a doctor and have that covered now you must pay the entire fee. And some people aren’t even allowed to go.

Families who were once supported are now living in boxes on the streets, as food is no longer supplied and they are evicted.

When you once could believe in whatever higher being you wanted, now you are forced into a single category and registered if you do not worship it.

When you once could love who you wanted, marriage is only allowed for certain people.

You must dress according to a small scrap of paper given to you at birth. You are immediately judged and categorized according to this. Anyone who disobeys is socially executed and banned from society.

Criminals once went to Prison, but now they are filled with minor offenses regarding medication that is needed and possessing minor recreation drugs. Rapists walk free.

Police do not uphold the law, they attack when and wherever they please… they are given tanks and weapons to attack the common people.

Basic necessities are limited to the wealthy few while fresh water is slowly consumed. What remains is poisoned by oil and toxic waste.

Forests and nature are slowly allowed to be destroyed as those who wanted to protect them are silenced.

The media stops reporting the news and instead reports false information. In fact subtle brainwashing is used. Anyone who objects is arrested.

The leader is a puppet for a shadow government.

Did I forget to mention that this is the United States of America? Yup. America has become the basis of a dystopian novel.

anonymous asked:

You know in movies how someone inserts a needle full of some sedative into someone (usually incorrectly) and said person just drops like a rock, immediately unconscious. How accurate is that? Are there any drugs that could have that effect on someone? Love this blog btw

Hey there, nonny! No, this is not an accurate trope.

There are two masterposts relevant to this that I suggest you give a read:

BS Medical Tropes that Need to Die, 2/? : Making People Unconscious

and,

Tropes Done Right: Rendering Someone Unconscious

To quote the first article,

Here’s the thing. There is nothing that I know of that can cause unconsciousness as quickly As Seen On TV™. The only drug I know that works even remotely that fast is a bolus of propofol, which is a surgical anesthetic. The problem is, propofol MUST go IV; it can’t be injected into a muscle like that.

So unfortunately, dearest nonny, no, you cannot have a character inject a sedative into the neck (arrrrgh) and have it simply drop the subdued character like a stone. For the closest, most realistic version I can think of, check out the second article!

(You can have someone approach a character who already has an IV in place and turn them off like a lightswitch with propofol, but there are other things that need to be done with that, like airway protection and potentially the use of IV fluids.)

I hope these resources have been useful to you!!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

All right, fuckers. Lets talk about Rat Queens, the comic so amazing I breezed through all three volumes in a day and a half and then almost cried because there was no more to read

For decades, the fantasy genre has had that moniker not just because it dealt with fantastical things like dragons, magic, elves, and other such things, but because it was also a genre where men’s chauvinistic fantasies ran wild, where women were often little more than helpless damsels in need of being rescued, and even the ones who weren’t were dressed up as objects of male fantasy, wearing armor that made no sense, which served no practical purpose. It was all about the male gaze, it dominated the genre for a very long time.

In recent years there has been an effort to overthrow that long standing norm. Many have pushed back (such as the pathetic “Puppy” movement at the Hugo awards recently, a group of voters who banded together specifically to get works that were pro-women, pro-poc, and pro-lgbtq+ to lose) and the result has been a renaissance of the genre, with projects that are inclusive of all genders, sexual identities, and races. Recently these previously ignored or demeaned groups have come to the forefront, leading several titles in the genre.

One of those title is Rat Queens, a comic about an all-female team of adventurers living and adventuring in a D&D style world.

Note: I read all three volumes, so there are some teeny spoilers, but I avoided anything really big. And most of it is character stuff and not plot stuff.

The Rat Queens are violent and magically inclined badasses, but they’re also introverts, nerds, hipsters, stoners, and emotional fuck up. Despite the fact that they use swords and magic to take down monsters in a fantasy world, they’re real.

They also obliterate the idea of what a sexy female fantasy character is. They have wide hips and big thighs, flat chests and real boobs that are sometimes floppy. Their tummies roll when they bend over. These aren’t four female fantasy characters with the same unrealistic, typically sexy body. Their bodies are all very different, and they’re all very sexy.

Hanna would probably be considered the leader of the group, if the Rat Queens really had a leader. She’s a half-elven demon who desperately tries to had that latter part. She’s also a skilled magic user, relying more on her spells than her blades in a fight. She’s a loud mouth, surly, combative, and wonderfully vulgar. 

She’s also in an incredibly complicated relationship with the head of the city’s guard, Sawyer. 

Her story and backstory really does seem to anchor most of the story, but I really think that’s just because the story is unfortunately finished. We were definitely getting foundation to really explore the other characters’ stories in more depth, but stuff behind the scenes caused the series to be put on hold indefinitely, so they never got to the point of digging into the other characters like they did Hannah. (I’ll talk about the behind-the-scenes drama at the end of the post).

Dee is an incredibly powerful cleric who just happens to not believe in the deity that grants her powers. She was raised in a cult that worshiped an ancient god and she learned her powerful magic there, but she had doubts that led to her leaving home to figure things out on her own. 

She’s also a nerd and an introvert who prefers a book to most people. She struggles with how much she misses her family, and the pain of leaving behind her parents, her siblings, and her husband while also struggling with her faith. 

Like Hannah, she also favors magic in a fight, but where she really comes in handy is with her curiosity and her fondness for research. One of the things that I really like about Dee is how not sexual her character is. Not because the sexuality displayed by the other characters is bad (quite the contrary) but because every woman is different when it comes to their sexual appetite and their enjoyment of sex, and it’s wonderful to see a character for whom sex and romantic relationships is not a major part of their arc.

Violet is a hipster dwarf who loves stabbing things with her sword. As long as too many other people don’t start loving it, too. Whereas Dee and Hannah use powerful magic in fights, Violet charges in pointy end first, looking to cut apart as many baddies as possible.

She’s also a huge dork who tries so hard at being badass that it almost negates her actually badassery at times. She’s very, very much a hipster, who left her life with the dwarves and shaved off her beard because she felt stifled by her culture, and then grew the beard back when she saw that other dwarven women were shaving their beards, too.

She also really likes sex. While Hannah and Betty are definitely sex-positive and definitely have sex during the course of the story, I think Violet is probably shown to be the most sex-positive and most sexually active. Her boyfriend is an Orc named Dave (or “Orc Dave”, as he’s a member of a group of adventurers called “The Four Daves”) and she is not subtle about the fact that she wants him, and she is not shy about sharing the facts of their sex life once she has him.

Finally, there’s Betty, the cutest little smidgen ever (from the art, I’m guessing “smidgen” is equivalent to gnome). Betty likes drinking, fighting, candy, drugs, and girls. And, specifically, one girl.  

Betty’s got it bad for a chick named Faeyri, but Faeyri’s not crazy about Betty’s friends, especially Hannah, who can get pretty combative when drinking. In between all the fighting, the adventuring, and the magic, we get a sweet little love story that actually presents a relationship with very real and honest problems.

While Betty loves to get stabby, and while her small size often serves as an advantage in battle, her greatest contribution to the group might be her skills as a thief and her ability to read people. She can look at any place and figure out how to get her teeny tiny form into it in the most covert way, and she can look at any person and read them look a book. 

But no matter how clever she is, she’s still a huge weirdo who loves candy, drugs, and her friends.

The women of Rat Queens are all so different in so many respects, and they’re all so flawed and real. The series is hysterically funny, full of so much heart, and a must read for any fantasy fan who loves well written female characters. This fast became one of my vert, very favorite comics of all time.

Unfortunately there are only three collected volumes + one issue. The original artist was arrested for domestic abuse, and though he ultimately wasn’t charged, he was not brought back to continue as the series’ artist. They did find a new artist for what would be the third volume, but ultimately, according to the series’ writer Kurtis Wiebe, they didn’t really mesh, and now the comic is on hiatus indefinitely. From searching around the internet it looks like the plan is to eventually continue it as a web comic, but Wiebe is currently writing the new series Bounty (which is another great female-led comic, this time taking on the also-until-recently male dominated genre of sci-fi. I’ve only read the first issue but I adored it, and I can’t wait for the TP to come out, which will happen the day after my birthday), so I’m not sure when it’s actually going to happen.

While it’s definitely a bummer that the story just kind of… stops, and we don’t know for sure when it will continue, you have to read Rat Queens if you have any kind of appreciation for stories led by strong female characters, and especially if you’ve been disappointed by other fantasy stories, and especially if that disappointment largely came from the misogyny, lack of diversity, and homophobia in the writing. I’m getting emotional from how much I love Rat Queens, that’s how good this series is.

1000 followers fic giveaway!

hi! here at justmercymainthings we’ve recently gotten to the 1000 followers milestone, and that’s certainly something to celebrate! in order to celebrate properly, i’ll be giving away three fanfictions to people that i will pick out by random. what you get specifically will be laid out like this:

1st place: a fanfiction with at least an 10000 word count (possibly multi-chapter)

2nd place: a fanfiction with at least a 5000 word count (also possibly multi-chapter)

3rd place: a fanfiction with at least an 1000 word count (one-shot)

if you get picked in one of these three places you will get to give me a prompt and i will write a fanfiction for you. all you have to do is like/reblog this post and you’ll be added into the raffle! you can only both reblog and like but you can not do so twice, you also can’t make a blog just for this raffle so you can enter yourself multiple times. all entries will be stopped at 12 am on the 30th of april.

guidelines: the fanfiction must include mercy as this is a mercy main blog. it can be any femslash ship if you want shipping at all. the fanfiction can be any genre as long as it is at least mildly serious and not just a crack fic. the fanfiction will absolutely not include any mentions of drugs outside of the average medical drugs. any other kinds make me very uncomfortable (so no mentions of weed, cocaine and anything else that falls into that category).

i hope to see a lot of people entering and thank you so much for getting this blog so far!

anonymous asked:

On the one hand, I find people who can find no explanation for fun-having and silliness other than "they must have been on drugs" to be tiresomely unimaginative. On the other hand, the majority of these headlines WERE printed during an age when your standard over-the-counter cold medication was opium and cannabis in alcohol

Very true, in 1906 the pure food and drug act said that opium, heroin, morphine, cocaine, alcohol and cannabis had to be listed in ingredients lists - but they weren’t banned outright in over the counter medicines for another 30 years! 

For what it’s worth though, the St Louis Post-Dispatch had a pretty hard-line stance on patent medicines. Joseph Pulitzer II wouldn’t allow them to advertise in the paper (which lost them quite a bit of money, but he remained firm).

*cries in norvegian*

Okay I don’t know if you all know but Adam who literally plays Adam in Skam was live on instagram for like 2 HOURS !!! And I can tell you guys how pure they are ( he was with Mutta and Simo who plays Elias) they were just driving, chilling, singing and enjoying their life dude. I already love them so much !!! They are not homophobic, they are all muslin, they don’t drink or do drugs. They are lovely people (yes I am in love) This is what was important: - the balloon squad didn’t know each other before SKAM - Ulrikke and Adam when to elvebakken at the same time !!! They kinda knew each other (she was a senior and he was a freshman) - Adam and Marlon have known each other for 5 years !!!! - they all worship Iman (Sana) - they actually all did the challenge with the socks and the bucket and the only one who succeeded was JULIE ANDEM ( LIKE SERIOUSLY THIS IS SO COOL SHE PLAYS WITH THEM ON THE SET) - Adam is so into Eva, it’s so funny - Simo said his fav ship was evak (crying) - I love them - must protect - They actually said that they loved me, they answered ME. I feel so blessed rn - They KNOW we call them the ballon squad and they like it. Simo said they were initially called “Elias and the squad” tho Hahahah Don’t sleep on these boys they are amazing. Go follow them on instagram, Adam actually makes a lot of livestreams.

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home isn’t a place - jughead jones

Jughead x reader based on In A Week by Hozier, requested by an anon a few days ago. 

A/N: I love this, it’s pretty emotional. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, more fluff, some cursing. 


And they’d find us in a week

When the buzzards get loud

After the insects have made their claim

After the foxes have known our taste

After the raven has had his say

I’d be home with you, I’d be home with you

I’d be home with you, I’d be home with you

I’d be home with you, I’d be home with you

      You had sprinted to the Twilight earlier that day from your own home after receiving a text from Jughead telling you he hadn’t succeded in ousting the anonymous buyer from his place as owner of the drive in. It came at a perfect time, your parents were fighting (again) and you had to mediate between them as you have to do every day they fight. They’re both so stubborn they can’t seem to see eye to eye on anything, they’re dragging each other down, along with you with them. Every time they fought, you had a panic attack.      Along with the stresses of normal teenage life, your life has been full of extra shit. It’s not that your parents are bad people. Your father was also a Southside Serpent but your mother and you had no idea until a stash of drugs was found in your attic. Your mom tried to stick by him, but since that moment, things started falling apart.

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Her Secret-Jason Dilaurentis Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: Sexual implications

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  “Spence, why are we all here?” Hanna asked. 

  “It can’t be to revisit old times,” I muttered.

  Hanna, Spencer, Aria, Emily, and I were seated at our usual table at the Brew. It was a cool Saturday afternoon when Spencer texted all of us to meet at our old favorite hangout. Even though the cafe was familiar, it was strange to be back since Allison wasn’t around. 

   I got chills just thinking of my dead frenemy. It had been months since her body was found and I still wasn’t over it.

  “Right, we all got texts after the funeral from A, right? Well, I’ve been getting more since,” Spencer said. “How about you guys?”
  Aria hesitated. “Yeah, I have too.”

  “Same,” Emily said.

  “Unfortunately, I have been getting the creep’s texts too,” Hanna said.

  They all turned to look at me and I shrugged.

  “They haven’t bothered me since the funeral,” I muttered before sipping my black coffee.

   “What?” My four friends hissed in unison.

   “How…why?” Emily asked.

   I shrugged again. “I don’t know, I guess I’m the most innocent out of all of us.”

  At that, all of my friends scoffed and laughed.

  “Yeah, right. I don’t think you have an innocent bone in your body,” Spencer said.

  “You are the same Y/N Y/L/N who took ecstasy at the fall dance, right?” Aria asked.

   “And the same Y/N who snuck into hotel parties and stole free booze,” Emily said.

   “Okay, I get it. I’ve done some scandalous things, but everyone in Rosewood knew about it,” I said with a laugh. “Besides, I’ve changed.  My time in Japan really calmed me down and I learned that there’s more to life than nonstop partying.”

   “We’ll see about that,” Hanna said. “But don’t put the old Y/N away for too long; she’s fun.”

   “She’s also destructive.”

   “But Y/N has a point, maybe A’s leaving her alone because she did everything in the open,” Spencer said.

   “Yeah, well, the rest of us couldn’t exactly be honest about our stuff,” Hanna muttered.

   Even though it was nice not to be harassed by some mysterious freak, I kind of wanted the treatment just so I could be in the same boat as  my friends. I felt bad for not suffering and I was positive that I had done worst things than them when Alison was alive. Some people said that I was worse than her in some aspects. However, I never bullied anyone, I just never really discouraged Allison from doing so.

   Spencer was leading the discussion for a plan when Emily gasped.

   “What?” Aria gasped.

   “Look at who just walked in,” Emily whispered.

    We all turned and time seemed to slow down. Jason Dilaurentis had walked into the Brew and everything seemed to stopped. Patrons stopped their conversations and employees paused from taking orders as they observed Alison’s older brother approach the cashier. Jason didn’t really look at anyone and his expression was grave. I was thankful that he didn’t look at anyone, particularly me, because my heart seemed to stop.

   “He’s back in town?” Aria whispered. “When did that happen?”

   “I don’t know, maybe he came after the funeral. Maybe he couldn’t handle Ali’s…death.” Emily muttered the last word quicker than the rest.

   “He looks good,” Hanna said.

   Spencer, Aria, and Emily shot her a judgmental look.

   “What? He does. Rehab did him well,” Hanna said.

   I wanted to agree with her, I really did, but that would reveal my big secret, the one that none of them knew.

   Suddenly, Jason turned around from making his order and looked right at me. I was paralyzed—-I couldn’t move under his hazel gaze. Our interactions were never so stiff and awkward, they were usually much more natural. I supposed that kind of thing happens when one doesn’t see someone they were involved with for a year.

    Finally, he turned away and began scrolling through his phone.

   “Do you guys think he could be A?” Emily asked.

    “No way. A’s using stuff against us that only Ali would know and she and Jason weren’t exactly close,” Aria said.

    I couldn’t focus on the conversation though, all I could think about was the first time Jason and I started sneaking around.

   It was two summers ago. We were all sleeping over at Alison’s house in her bedroom. Justin Timberlake’s “Summer Love” was blasting in Alison’s room as we played Truth or Dare. Jason and his older friends were having a party downstairs and it was getting wild down there. Me being the daredevil party girl I was, I wanted to join that party more than anything. Besides, it was an excuse to be near Jason. 

   “Spencer, truth or dare?” Aria asked.

   “Truth,” Spencer said.

    We all groaned.

   “Of course you picked truth again,” Alison scoffed.

    Spencer shrugged shyly and Aria tapped her chin in thought.

   “Have you ever cheated in class?” Aria asked.

   “No, never!”
   “Lie!” 

   “She can’t cheat, she’s a Hastings. You’re all weirdly smart,” I said as I grabbed some popcorn from the bowl in Hanna’s lap. 

  “But maybe she was desperate for the perfect grade and was forced to cheat,” Alison argued.

   “That is a good point,” Hanna mumbled.

   “Well, it’s not true. Besides, it’s Y/N’s turn.” Spencer turned to me.

   “This should be good.” Aria leaned forward.

   “Truth or dare?” Spencer asked.

   “Dare.”

   “Ooooh,” Aria, Emily, and Hanna sang.

   “I dare you to steal a bottle of alcohol from the party downstairs,” Spencer said.

   Alison glanced at me. “I don’t know about that…”

   “No. I must complete it because Y/N Y/L/N always completes the dares she’s given.” 

   I maintained a calm composure as I stood and walked out into the hallway. Alison and the rest of the girls followed me to make sure I did it. On the outside, I was relaxed, but on the inside I was terrified. I had never been to a party with people such as Jason’s friends. They were all older and drug and alcohol addicts. But I wanted to impress Jason since I’ve had the biggest crush on him since kindergarten. So, I silently thanked myself for wearing a flattering NWA concert t-shirt with black leggings before traipsing down the stairs and into the chaos.

    There were people making out in plain sight, drinking, and doing drugs off of weird surfaces. Some hard rap song I didn’t know was playing and I was thankful that no one really noticed me as I weaved by people, stepped over bottles, and searched for a full bottle of liquor and Jason. Unfortunately, neither seemed to be in the main area so I moved to the kitchen. It was less populated and I managed to slip past a stoned couple before grabbing for the bottle of whiskey ontop of the fridge.

     “I don’t remember inviting you to the party,” Jason muttered in my ear.

     His voice was hot and made my body tingle every where. Somehow, I managed to remain relaxed as I turned to face him. He was gorgeous with his unruly golden hair, perfect stubble on his sharp jaw, and hazel eyes aimed on me. He was wearing a gray hoodie and black jeans without a shirt. I was able to see his sculpted upper body and all I wanted to do was reach out and touch it.

    “It’s a shame, this party would be much more exciting if I had been invited,” I said.

    “Is that so?”

    “Mmhmm, but your friends seem a little boring any way.”

    Jason smirked and stepped closer towards me. “Really? I think they’re pretty entertaining.” Jason looked me up and down. “So, why did you come down here, Y/N?”
    “I wanted a bottle to take back upstairs to liven up the sleepover. Could you help me with that?”
   “Yeah, if you do me a favor.”

   “What do you want?” 

   “Liven up this party. I know you can dance—you look so sexy when you do. Show my friends a good time.”

    The fact that the object of my affections just called me sexy was still rolling through my mind before the rest of his words hit. He wanted me to dance for him and his friends before I could get alcohol. Some would call it degrading or too much effort to complete a dare, but I didn’t see it that way.

    “Fine.” I walked back into the living room, glancing at the stairs to see Alison, Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna peering from the top of the staircase. 

   I winked at them as I approached the coffee table and cleared off the empty beer bottles, drug remnants, and snacks. The people around me jumped up to protest, but I ignored them as I stepped onto the table, right as Notorious BIG’s “Hypnotize” came on. I smirked and let the rhythm take over, making me swivel my hips, body roll, dip down, and wave my arms around. Jason’s friends—as high or drunk as they were—-cheered as I danced around and began dancing as well. I turned to Jason and saw him staring at me as though I were quarry and he was a hunter. A jolt went through me and I liked it, I liked the feeling of not knowing how he was going to act but knowing he would act.

   In the middle of song, I stopped dancing and walked over to him as though I were in a trance.

   “Pay up, I held up my end,” I said.

   “Of course.” Jason handed me the bottle of rum and I grabbed it. However, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. “You’ll be seeing more of me later.”

   He released me and I walked back upstairs as though I wasn’t bursting to tell my friends about what happened. Instead, I played it cocky as I waved the bottle around before handing it to Alison. She gave me one of her knowing looks that bugged me before we all headed inside her bedroom.

   “That was so cool,” Aria said.

   “Yeah, I’d never be that bold to do that in front of all those older guys,” Hanna said.

    “Don’t worry, you’ll get there one day,” I said.

    “No, you were reckless down there, Y/N. Something could’ve happened to you,” Spencer said.

    “Well, nothing did and now we have rum,” Alison said.

    We passed the bottle around so many times that I blacked out. When I came to, the other girls were passed out and I really had to pee. I exited the room as quietly as possible before I made a beeline to the bathroom. When I finished, I began heading back to Alison’s room, still feeling the effects of the rum. Just when I got to Alison’s door, someone grabbed me and yanked me into another room. I yelped but was shushed when I made eye contact with Jason. His eyes were cloudy but he was probably more sober than me.

   “What are you doing?” I whispered.

   “I told you that you’d be seeing more of me later.” Jason closed the gap between us. “It’s later.” 

   The kiss was hot and passionate. No one else had ever kissed me like that so I moaned into it. Jason smirked underneath it as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck, pulling him closer. We began making out and he gently pushed me onto his bed. Our tongues interlocked several times and I clawed at his hoodie. Jason took it off without breaking the kiss. I rolled him over, pinning him down, and pulled away to take off my shirt. He stared at my naked torso for a while before leaning up and kissing me. He kissed down my neck, making sure to nip and lick down the side, forcing me to try to keep quiet.

    “Shhh, don’t want to wake my sister or your friends,” he whispered.

    With those words, I became stone cold sober. How could I be hooking up with my friend’s brother when she and my other friends are in the next room? I felt dirty and weird and not in the good way.

    “I can’t do this,” I said as I pushed him away.

    “What?”

    “Don’t get me wrong, I really want to, but you’re Alison’s brother. It’s…it’s too weird.” 

    I tried to get off his lap but Jason pulled me back in. “Why is it weird?”

    “Because I’d be going behind my friend’s back. It’s a girl thing, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

    Jason rolled his eyes. “You don’t even like Alison that much. Besides, we both want this…a lot.”

    Even though my relationship with Alison ran hot or cold, we were still friends and I had to stay loyal. But Jason looked really good and he was doing and saying all the right things. 

    “Yes, but I’m not going to do this with all of them across the hall.”

    “But doesn’t that make this hotter?” He kissed my collarbone. “Knowing we could get caught at any second?”

    “You make a good argument, but I need to get back before anyone notices.” I pried his hands off of me and grabbed my shirt off the floor. “I’m sure you could get plenty of other girls to do this.”

    “I want you.”

    With those three words, Jason Dilaurentis had me. He said them with such sincerity that it shook me to the core. Alison was never that sincere about our relationship, but she would give me hell if she found out about what I was about to do.

   I slipped my shirt back on and walked over to Jason. “Just because we don’t do this now doesn’t mean we couldn’t do it later.” I wrapped my arms around him. “We could keep it between the two of us.”

   “Sneaking around? I like it.” Jason kissed me. 

   “I have to go,” I whispered as I pulled away.

   “I’ll text you.”

   I nodded and when I turned to walk away, Jason smacked my butt. I jumped and narrowed my eyes at him before continuing back to Alison’s room. When I got back into my sleeping bag, I thought that no one had caught me. That was, until I felt the acute sensation of someone watching me.

   Alison.

   “Y/N?” Spencer asked.

    I blinked and looked at her. “Yeah, sorry, what did I miss?” 

    “We wanted some pastries. Could you get them?” Spencer asked.

    “Um, sure, yeah. What do you guys want?” 

     Emily didn’t even finish hers before I stood and made a beeline to the register .The Brew was pretty busy so Jason was still there and I felt hot—-an anxious hot being near him. I thought that I had gotten over him in my time out of the country, but I don’t think that I did. I quickly ordered my friends’ food and had the pleasure of needing to walk past Jason to get to my table. Lucky for me, he looked up just when I was about to start walking. 

    “Y/N,” Jason said.

    “Hi, Jason. It’s good to see that you’re back in town,” I said.

   “Yeah, I wanted to help my mom with some stuff.” Jason looked me over. “You look good…really good.”

   “Thanks, a year in Japan will do that to you.”

   “Oh, I heard about that. How was it?”
    “Therapeutic. I needed it after everything.”

    “Yeah.”

    “You look good, Jason.”

    “Thanks, we should talk some time.”
     “Sure, uh, just text me. The number hasn’t changed.” 

     “Cool.”

      I nodded.

      The awkward air between us made me grit my teeth. Things used to be so organic and natural until the incident. Now, we couldn’t even be cordial to each other in a coffee shop without it feeling foreign. Sometimes, I wish we still had our old arrangement, but it felt good to get rid of the toxicity it brought to my life.

     “Jason!” the barista called.

     “That’s me. I’ll see you around.”
      “Uh huh.”

      Jason grabbed his coffee and left. When I breathed, it felt as though I was releasing a breath that I had been holding for too long. It didn’t help that my friends kept staring from our table. There was no doubt in my mind that they would ask me questions when I sat down.

     A few minutes later, when I returned with the sugary treats, I was bombarded with questions.

    “Okay, what was that?” Aria asked.

    “Nothing, we just talked for, like, one second.”

    “More like five minutes,” Spencer said.

    “What did you two talk about?” Hanna asked.

    “Nothing, we just caught up and then he left.”

    “Why was he so engaging with you?” Emily asked.

    “We used to be in the same social circles. I used to run into him all the time at parties. Now, can you enjoy your sugar while we talk about something a little more lighthearted?”

    For the next hour, I got my wish. We talked about everything but stayed away from mentioning Alison, Jason, or A. Unfortunately, Jason stayed in the back of my mind. There was obviously more to him coming back to Rosewood besides helping his mother. Something else made him come back.

    When I got home later, my mother was enraptured by Jeoparady in the living room and my dad was still at work at the law firm. I managed to slip past my mom and go upstairs without her noticing. I slipped off my jacket and slumped onto my bed, exhausted.

    Ding!

    I grabbed my phone from my pocket and looked at the screen.

    Nothing worse than a bitch who messes with their best friend’s brother.

    -A

    “And so it begins,” I whispered. 

    A finally had something on me, the question was could I ever reveal my secret to Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna? They hadn’t mentioned theirs so I had until then to figure out how I was going to tell them mine. They were definitely going to judge me because I knew that whatever A had on them wasn’t as seedy as mine. The worst part was that I might still be in love with Jason.

If I see one more “haha look at this funny thing pornhub did!” post I’m gonna kill someone seriously how fucking stupid are you people. They profit from sexual abuse and rape. Nothing they ever do will be funny. “Haha when even pornhub is criticizing it it must be bad” I guarantee the physical abuse and drugging and raping pornhub has done to thousands of women is worse than this one instance of abuse. How fucking dull can you be holy shit

Stay in Drugs, Don’t do School

So one of my players is a member of a thieves guild, and I have some plans for a rival group to start pushing drugs onto the streets. These take the form of discount potions meant to hook people. Along with those, there are some drugs inspired by my love of Fallout down below. I don’t mind shamelessly ripping off a great game for my table. Enjoy!

Drugs and Addiction

Every time a creature takes a drug, they must make a Constitution saving throw. The base DC for every drug is 10, and increases by 1 for every success. On a failure, the creature is addicted. For every day they go without taking the drug while addicted, they must make a Constitution saving throw. On a success they are still addicted. On a failure, the creature suffers one level of exhaustion. After 3 successes, the creature loses all levels of exhaustion and is no longer addicted. The DC of the drug remains the same as it was.

Bolt: For 1 minute, your speed increases by 5 feet, and you can take the Search action as a bonus action on your turn. Also, creatures have disadvantage on attack rolls against you. If you take damage, you lose this ability until the start of your next turn.

Bruiser: For 1 hour, piercing, slashing, and bludgeoning damage you take is reduced by 5.

Berserk: For 1 hour, you have advantage in Strength checks, and your melee weapon and unarmed strike attacks do an additional 1d4 points of damage.

Back Bone: You gain 2d8 temporary hit points, and have advantage on saving throws against being frightened for 1 hour.

Vigor: You regain 2d6 + your Constitution modifier (minimum of +0) hit points.

Jinx: Your spell save DC and spell attack bonus increase by 2 for 1 minute.