when i went back to school it was like going into detox every year

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Jughead X Reader

Wordcount: 1,888 

Request:  Bit of a different request, but could you do something where Jughead is helping the reader recover from past substance abuse and addiction?

Warnings: Mentions on substance abuse, swearing, angst 

A/N: This issue is very personal to home with me, that’s why I’m writing it. Last year I lost a friend due to substance abuse, and many of my friends take drugs recreationally and have become addicted, so I’ve dealt with addiction first-handedly. I’ve seen the way this has affected them and it’s not a pretty sight. There is plenty of support out there if anyone ever needs to speak to someone about substance abuse. My inbox is always open if anyone wants a chat…Even if it isn’t about substance abuse. 

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Star Struck, Fuck! {Bidadore} Tonksie

A/N: So while I was writing DMISWD I had a plot bunny! Unlike most of my plot bunnies it did not just leave me alone and wait it’s turn until I was done! So after writing it in my journal it demanded to be written. Enjoy!

Summary: Soulmates AU- A world where you see black and white until you touch your soulmate for the first time! Bianca Del Rio, winner of RuPaul’s season 6 has the best top three friends ever in Courtney Act and Darienne Lake! They Surprise Bianca with Danny Noriega tickets, a pop star Bianca secretly loves!

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Rowaelin doctor au part 2

Part 1

Summary so far: Aelin is a retired assassin in NYC, and is attacked by 7 men. She takes out 5 of them, but is sent to the hospital. Rowan is the trauma doctor there and oversees her case. They instantly have chemistry and she convinces him to go out with her. In part 2, Aelin is discharged from the hospital. Aedion makes an appearance, as do Gavriel, Fenrys, Dorian, and Rowan.

Word count: 1530/3584

Aelin frowned. She was being discharged today but Dr. Havilliard wouldn’t stop droning on and on about antibiotics and wound care. She was fine. She’d survived wounds worse than these without being in the hospital for a week. Dr. Havilliard visited her as often as Rowan did. He had been excited to meet her, New York’s assassin, but now he wouldn’t leave her alone.

“Is Ro- Dr. Whitethorn available? I thought he was the head surgeon on my case?” she said, giving him a simpering smile.

“I’m the head of general surgery,” Dr. Havilliard said, as if that explained anything.

“Well Dr. Whitethorn is the head of trauma, and he’s the doctor I’ve seen most often.”

“Too often,” Dorian muttered.

“What was that?” she said sharply.

“Nothing. But Dr. Whitethorn is unavailable at the moment. He’s in surgery. And you should be happy, you’re being discharged.”

She nodded absentmindedly. She was happy. She was excited to go home to the lavishly decorated loft that she and Aedion shared in SoHo. She just wished she had been able to see Dr. Whitethorn in his scrubs one last time. He made the dark blue cotton pants and shirt look impossibly dashing. Not to mention how sexy he looked in his lab coat. It did things to her.

Shit. She was going crazy in here.

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#FATATTACK2015

Photo 1: High School. Well, I guess this is my story. I have always been one of those people that has always been overweight. Except for recently, for as long as I can remember, I’ve always been on some sort of fad diet; slim fast, pills, cleanses, detoxes, meal plans, you name it I tried it. Because of my weight I never really felt like I belonged or had very many friends. When I entered high school, I became severely depressed. My weight was always at the forefront of my mind, and I often would spend the night crying and wishing that I could just be anorexic or something like that.

Photo 2 & 3: Post College. After high school I moved to Seattle to attend college.For the first time in my life I felt like I belonged and had friends. As my confidence went up my weight went down in between my party lifestyle, and not being able to afford food I ended up losing close to 100 pounds by the time I chose to go back home because I didn’t like school. When I return home all have it’s an old feelings returned and with that so did most of the weight that I had lost over the next two years.

Photo 3 - 7: The one good thing about moving home was that I met the love of my life. We decided that we needed to leave our toxic home behind and started a new life together in Portland Oregon. After arriving here I became very sick I was in pain all the time. I saw the doctor and she insisted there was nothing more wrong with me then my weight. A good friend of mine introduced me to the anti-inflammation diet and after receiving the news from the doctor and being at my wits end to do something for my pain began this diet. Fast forward to present day, i’ve lost 105 lbs. and a doctor finally decided to listen to me about my pain, and after 2 long painful years I receive a diagnosis.

I still struggle to remain positive about my body every single day. The difference now is that I try and show my body love whether I feel like it or not through healthy dietary changes and exercise. For the first time in my life I can run a mile in under 12 minutes and I probably have more muscle mass than every before in my life.

I know a lot of you have a story pretty similar to mine. I can honestly tell you it gets better once you let go of everyone’s expectations of you and just do you.

anonymous asked:

i just wanna know ur wholenlife story and everything uve done ever and why and what has happened to u and why and just everything

So little KodyJewel Sanico was born on june 15, 1999. Her mother, jesse, was 18. Her father, jeremy, 24. But, you see, jesse didn’t want to have a baby. She wanted to have an abortion. Jesse went to dinner with jeremy and his parents, cindy and steve, and they convinced her that if she went through with having her baby, she could work, go to school, do whatever she wanted, They would make sure the baby was taken care of. So she had the baby, and her and jeremy and kody lived in a room downstairs in jeremys parents house. Jeremy would work all day and come home in the evening, which then jesse would shove kody at him and say take her. She would take his keys, and leave for the whole night until early morning the next day. This happened every night, until when kody was five months old, on Thanksgiving. There was a tug of war over the baby girl! Jesse won. She took kody, took jeremys keys and his car and drove to sonata ana, staying with her baby at whore houses and her dealers houses. Then to anaheim, to long beach, hollywood, everywhere. This went on for six months. One day, jeremy was at work. He hadn’t seen or heard from jesse or the baby since that day they left. He gets a call from a day care center in santa ana, claiming that they need jesses dental records because she dropped kody off four days ago and hasn’t been seen since. They filed a missing persons report. My dad then drove up to the daycare and got me, and i have lived with my grandparents ever since, But unfortunately this is not nearly ¼ of my life “story.” My mother saw me maybe a couple times a year, and the cops were called because of abuse issues each time. Ive been sexually traumatized by her boyfriends and dealers, I’ve had to speak to police and social workers since i was around 4. Oh, did i mention my mother has been a meth addict for 15 years? yeah. that too. My dad is a heroin addict/alcoholic. My brother, kyle, died in his sleep on janurary 18, 2008, in my bed. He was my best friend in the whole world. Around that same time, my dad’s gf at the time, tasha, was pregnant. So they got married and she became my step mom that you all know about. We hated each other. Everyday there were verbal and physical fights. Her and my dad were both still using heroin, oxy, xanax, coke, etc. After living with them from when i was 9 until i was 12, they decided we couldn’t afford to live in cali anymore, and that we should move to germany where tasha’s family lives. So we moved, and i actually really like it after a while, but i was twelve so i didn’t have much going on back home either. After around 6 months, my step mom said either you send your daughter back home or we’re done. So me and my dad left, He said lmao fuck off cunt and we were out. That day, at the airport, saying goodbye to my little brother while he’s screaming for me and clinging on to me was the most traumatizing event in his and my lives. He will never be the same. That is why he is now at age six in therapy. So after that me and my dad moved back in with his parents, cindy and steve aka nana and umpa. I did eighth grade back at laguna, and then end of eighth he told me he was going back, he can’t leave my brother to grow up without a father. And i understood completely, plus i was eager to live with just grandparents and do whatever i want. So he left, and thats when it all went bad. I started smoking when i was in germany, but not often at all. Once i got home, i started smoking more often. Started smoking weed a little, once ninth grade started it was an everyday have-to. Started drinking more, doing uppers, doing any pills i could find, to trying meth, smoking crack cocaine on ACCIDENT and not minding at all. Fast forward to my grandpas birthday. March 14,2014. I was fourteen. I overdosed at school, i took twenty 500mg midols, it was all i had on me. I got sent to the hospital and had to get my stomach pumped because i wouldn’t drink the liquid charcoal. The doctor told me if i had taken anymore i would have died of liver failure. The social workers came and did the same old routine that I’ve bene through too many times. “did you do this to try and hurt yourself?” no i fucking took twenty to kill these cramps. I got transferred by ambulance to cerritos college hospital for the third, and hopefully last, time. i was there for almost two weeks. Detox/ evaluations/ being put on meds. I was told i had to go to a three week intensive therapy program. So i was like ok cool ill do this bullshit and then continue to get fucked up everyday sick. That wasn’t the case. I got out, went to mcdonalds, and drove to this place called breakaway. We pulled up and i saw two dudes eating pizza rolls out front and wearing bucket hats, I was like nice typical newport/costa mesa dudes. I looked like absolute shit because i didn’t have any make up, and id just spent two weeks in hell. I looked in the window and saw a bunch of really cool looking chicks and they all waved at me and smiled and i was like wtf„„who do u think u are. So i went in for a few minutes, my grandma did some paperwork and then we left. The next day was my official first day. So the next day i get there and i instantly fall in love, everyone was super chill and welcoming, we fucked around all day but also got pretty serious when it came to group therapy, and i realized a lot of them had pasts with drugs. At the end of the day, i met this girl. She said hi and gave me a hug and said “so how do you like rehab so far?” and i was like

what

she ended up being my sponsor, time flew by. a lot of drama went down. lost a lot of friends, made a lot of friends. People graduated, got kicked out, left, new people came. It was my home. But i fucked it up. Peed for another chick, broke contracts, slept with people i wasn’t supposed to sleep with, didn’t do community service i was supposed to, etc. In mid july, i was told i was coming on three week vacation to see my dad back in germany, and i was like ?????? 

you’re letting me leave for three weeks with no drugs tests…why do you trust me i don’t even fucking trust me?? you can’t do this to me right now. but they made me. i said my goodbyes, i spent my last day in america with my best friend, kat. i got to germany and after a couple weeks, my father hid my passport, said i got kicked out of my rehab and my grandparents didn’t want me anymore. Ive been here ever since. Its been around three months. Im in beauty school, i have a job at a very high end salon, and i hate everything. I will not be home before i am 18. The end.