#TW: alcohol mention

[elizabeaufort]

⸻ Elizabeth wishes she could forgive her mother the same way she accepted her father. The truth is she could not force herself to change overnight. It is too kind of her own part, to allow this woman to talk to her, and be present in her life again. It was funny, that Claude never talked about his wife when she left them. In fact, he let his own daughter make her own opinion about her mother. ⏤ Her grey-bluish hues met her gaze again. The younger Aussie still finds it suspicious that her mother is back after all those years. Either, she is giving the benefit of the doubt… Interesting. ❛ We have plenty of time together until you flee again. ❜ She doesn't know how long her mother plans to stay, no matter what the woman says, she still won't believe it.

The financial topic… The truth is the younger blonde is a bit detached from material things. She contents with small, perhaps because all her life or the beginning of it, she had had nothing. And she went through a lot of financial struggles. One could get used to a life of comfort easily, meanwhile, Liz was taking time to adjust to a life of luxury. ❛ People didn't judge because you were older to start over? ❜ She inquired quietly, curious to know how she handled it. In truth, Elizabeth wasn't so sure if she had the patience to back to her studies, and mixed with unsure about what she truly wanted to do. Perhaps, it was the main reason why she wanted to avoid this topic.

She loves arts, singing, dancing, and acting… Having the little family she has makes things a bit complicated. ⏤ The question about her father, caught her a bit off guard. Worry as she may be for her own father's sanity ( the one he lacks, truth be told ) . ❛ After you were gone, Papa started to drink even more and use other things. He didn't have another child. In a way, he isolates himself from people, even me. I met a few women, but I supposed it was his one-night stands. He spent too much time with his plants. It was kind of rare to see him with other women. He never brought them home. He used to call his friends. Sometimes, his best friend used to take me out to stay with him when Papa wasn't doing great. He would give me cookies and milk, and let me watch cartoons on his TV. Sometimes UFC.❜ She explained, a little of a glimpse of how everything begins to go south.

Liz in part blames her mother for her father's loss of once and all his sanity. There were things in her father's past he didn't share. She tried to pry, but he would never say anything. ❛ I'm sorry about that. ❜ The younger blonde refers to being trapped in an unhappy marriage.

──the question shouldn’t surprise her, they have only just started to get to know one another and it is only expected Lizzie will have questions, perhaps still some residue hostility towards her, too, despite choosing to allow her to be in her life and get to know her after all those years of her being absent.

“for you…” she nodded, faintly, reaching out to tuck a golden lock behind her ear, offering a weak smile. it wasn’t a lie; she had thought of her Lizzie, of how she would have been a better mother to her if money had never been an issue —but she had always blamed Claude for the outcome and her running away; there had been times she had caught herself thinking of him too while looking at her second husband, but she wasn’t ever going to admit that. she shook her head. “don’t worry, we have a lot of such talks to have and you need time to get to know me,” her hand fell by her side as her daughter averted her eyes. “and I, you, of course…” which, didn’t seem unlikely, not given how they were able to chat like they had been friends before and now they were catching up; sharing their news and latest gossips, the important events of heir lives.

as the topic shifted to financial matters, which is always a sensitive topic for Stella given her love for material things, as well as money on its own, she made sure to advise her daughter properly —excitement could cloud her judgment, as it had once happened to her, and she didn’t want her to regret a decision because it would cause financial insecurity and struggles; even if she was willing to help her. but she accepted her daughter’s limit and decided not to press further than what Liz was comfortable with. especially not in regards to what she wanted to do in terms of working and being independent. “it’s never too late, is all I want to say,” she added in a soft tone. “I went back to university a year after leaving from here, and I was already almost in my thirties.” the difference was that she didn’t have any kids back at home, and Liz would soon have four of them —still, should she want to, she could make it work.

“did Claude have any other kids?” had he been in a long-term relationship with another? she wanted to ask, but didn’t; she wouldn’t allow her curiosity to take the best of her. “I never had another child,” she smiled, weakly, “and I am glad because I had loathed my second husband.” it was only fair to give her daughter a little glimpse into her past, too, just as she had opened up to her about hers.

[headcanonsandmore]

Some perfectly normal Doctor Who factoids

The Master is canonically Rasputin.

Time Lords can all levitate and fly. The Doctor seems to forget this.

The Doctor is canonically Merlin.

There are two different explanations for the Loch Ness Monsters.

The Doctor once had a talking penguin as a companion.

Vampires are a canon species.

Tegan and Nyssa have such a strong queer subtext to their friendship that there is a wiki page online dedicated to it.

Speaking of Nyssa, she once got turned into a vampire and became obsessed with eating Tegan.

Ace McShane once fell in love with a cat-girl.

The Doctor is both a semi-mythical figure in the founding of time lord society, as well as also being the reason for the time lords having regenerative abilities. They are also just a run-of-the-mill time lord who ran away from Gallifrey. All of these are equally canon.

The Doctor once broke the fourth wall to wish the viewers a Merry Christmas.

The Third Doctor knows various martial arts.

It's implied that Time Lords cannot get drunk on alcohol unless they drink ginger beer beforehand.

The Eighth Doctor was once sentenced to death and promptly demanded to die in the nude.

The Doctor effectively kidnapped their first companions.

Time Lords reproduce via a technology known as looms.

[becca-e-barnes]

I think too much in real life to fully let myself enjoy some activities so I'm going to live vicariously through the characters I write 🙃

He's here for pleasure. You're not under any illusion about his intentions. Sure, he'll let you snuggle up beside him afterwards, playing with the little soft curls on his chest. He'll kiss your forehead and smooth your hair and you'll laugh together about the silliest things but it's no secret that it's the sex that keeps him coming back.

Secretly, it's exactly what you need too. It works well for both of you. You get someone who has the confidence and experience to show you things you didn't even think you'd be into and you get to simply enjoy the way he gets off on pleasuring you. There's no need to feel shy around a man who's told you his secret filthy fantasies.

"What's one thing you've always wanted to do but have never had a chance to?" You probe one evening, taking your necklace off and placing it on the bedside table, well aware he's probably wearing more of your lipgloss that you are after the way he greeted you at the hotel room door.

You hop onto the bed to take your shoes off, enjoying how the mattress bounces you slightly.

He doesn't answer right away, pouring two glasses of a sweet, chilled Riesling before handing one to you. You take a sip, trying not to put him under pressure but the time he's taking to consider your question makes you even more curious.

"If I tell you, I'd like you to try it with me. So how badly do you want to know?" He stands in front of you and places the glass to his lips and in that moment, you couldn't want anything more than you want to fulfil a fantasy for him. You want to be something he's never had and offer him opportunities to enjoy your body that he might never have again.

"Tell me. We'll do it." You hardly even have to think about it.

"I'd like to lick you. All of you. Run my tongue all over your body. Find what makes you shiver. Find what makes you moan. Find the places that are so ticklish you need me to stop. I want to lick all the places you've never been licked before. If you'll let me." He really could make anything sound appealing.

Excitement fizzles in your core and a real desperation begins to build. Just being around this man makes you wet so you can't help the fact you're ready for him already.

"If that's what you want to do, I'll let you." If you're honest with yourself, you'd probably agree no matter what he asked for. You trust him enough to know he won't take you further than you're comfortable with.

~~~

You knew what you were signing up for but you didn't think it'd feel like this. Why the hell haven't you tried this before?

He's kneeling at the end of the bed, stroking his cock while his hot, wet, stiff tongue flicks gently against your asshole and there's no denying how much you're enjoying the pressure there. You couldn't hide it if you tried. You're so wet, you're practically dripping and it only spurs him on. It's intimate in a way you don't think you'll ever recover from while being one of the most erotic things you think he's ever done. There's nothing to be embarrassed about it when it's clear he's enjoying it just as much as you are. Maybe more.

The way you're gripping his hair has you wondering whether the strain on his tongue or his neck will overwhelm him first but he shows no signs of relenting. That is until he stands up, already looking delightfully over-pleasured and sinks his cock into your fluttering, neglected cunt without a word.

If he goes too fast it's all over and he knows it but he can't resist holding both of your ankles, watching you while he places open mouthed kisses to the soles of your feet, thrusting into you with slow, calculated strokes.

[halfmoth-halfman]

and i think i'm gonna love you for a long, long time

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x GN!Reader Word Count: 585 Warnings: alcohol mention, fluff, gaz and reader being complete saps for each other Prompt: Dressed Up & "I really want to kiss you right now." Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters. A/N: up next we've got a sweet, little drabble for @glitterypirateduck's GazFest 2023 💜

The wedding for one John MacTavish is a simple, beautiful affair.  

An outdoor event, themed in pale golds and dark greens, nestled in the soft glow of delicate string lights and moonlight. Love fills the air, swirling with a mix of laughter and happiness. There are no worries or stress, only the happy couple and their gentle dance as they smile and giggle with each other. 

It’s pure and perfect, but you don’t think about any of that. 

All you can focus on is the man sitting next to you. He’s not doing anything particularly special–his attention is elsewhere as he jokes and drinks with his captain while keeping a warm hand resting on your thigh–but you can’t help but stare. 

Beautiful is the only word you can use to describe Kyle Garrick. It’s so rare for you to see him dressed formally without the military fanfare. Not that you mind seeing him in uniform, but there’s something different about seeing him in a dark-colored suit with the golden light haloing his rich dark skin. 

He smiles wide, all shiny teeth and mirth, as he laughs at something Price says, and the exhale that leaves you is one of longing and desire. 

You must’ve been some kind of saint in a past life. The universe’s allowance to have him in your life has to be a gift, a reward for a good deed of herculean proportions. There’s no other way you could be so lucky to have met him, to be bestowed the privilege of his love. 

Price catches you staring, which isn’t hard considering that’s almost all you’ve done the entire night, and sends you a sly smile that you don’t pay attention to in the slightest. He tips his glass to Kyle, giving the sergeant–your handsome, perfect sergeant–a sly wink as he nods his head in your direction. Kyle tilts his head, turning around to catch your admiring gaze. 

He chuckles the moment he sees you, hand squeezing your thigh as he gives you a soft kiss on the crown of your head. 

“Having a good time?” he laughs, a look full of knowing as he meets your eyes. You hold his gaze, allowing yourself to get lost in the deep brown of his eyes.

When you don’t answer, too busy ogling him, he leans his forehead against yours with a knowing smirk. 

“What are you thinking about?” he murmurs, watching your eyes fall to his mouth. You look back up at him, blinking at him almost pleadingly. 

“I really want to kiss you right now,” you confess, a gentle purr of pure want. 

He hums thoughtfully, pretending to consider whether he’ll oblige you. You know he will; he couldn’t deny you anything anymore than you could him. 

You lean in, nudging his nose with yours in an attempt to get him to close the gap. Kyle laughs again, hand leaving your thigh to lightly grasp your chin and pull you in. 

You compare kissing Kyle to what heaven must feel like. His love is all-encompassing, surrounding you with warmth and love, leaving you feeling nothing less than cherished.

He pulls away first, and you chase after him, peppering kisses along his cheeks as they swell with laughter.

You don't know how you got so lucky, but he kisses you again, and you know that it doesn’t matter.

The universe has given you your soulmate–the other half of your heart–and you have no intention of ever letting him go. 

[happypedrohours]

Hello there! 😃 Sara writing, here... ☺️

The weekend of our celebration (most precisely the 22nd of June) also coincides with my 40th birthday... 🥳

Given that for obvious reasons I won't be able to have you physically close to me, therefore it would be sadly impossible to fill you with food and drinks (I'm Italian, all of the above is the standard and my love language..😆), and since in my culture it is customary for birthday person to offer a drink, I had the idea of opening a virtual bar during the celebrations...

This way, I will virtually be able to pay for a drink to all of you wonderful souls… 😀

But, of course, all this will be done in PP style.. 😁 So, I would like to welcome you to….

Happy Pedro Hours virtual bar! ✨🍸🍹🥂✨

How does it work?

Tell me your PP boy of choice

Tell me if you prefer your drink to contain alcohol or not (as already written in this family we love everyone… alcohol drinkers and otherwise! 😊😊)

Your bartender will serve you a cocktail/mocktail based on the character of your choice! 😆

You can send more than one order, for the same or different character… the more you send, the more fun it will be! 😄

Feel free to place your orders now; the cocktails will then be served starting from June 21st, the day the party starts.

Small notice: on the 22nd I will be online on and off… My sister, although by tradition we normally celebrate my birthday the week after, probably given the change of decade in my life she decided to kidnap me that day for pamper me a bit.🥲 (Btw, thank you again Mel to be understanding in this change of program. You are a gem and I love you so much... ✨💖✨) But don't be afraid, you can place your orders anyway. Maybe there will be a small slowdown in service (I apologize in advance..😅) However, considering also the time zones, I am fairly confident that I will be able to serve you all more or less consistently.

I hope to see many of you, both for this and all the other activities, so that we can all have a lot of fun all together!!! 😃😃😃

Much love…❤️

Sara

Note: please know that it is absolutely not mandatory to drink alcohol to participate in the event. We love the sober people in this family. You do what you are most comfortable of doing. And in general, please drink responsibly!

[allelitewrestlings]

[the-west-meadow]

Can you write "I’m trying to say that I’m glad you’re here." from your prompt list? ☺️

Kendall Roy x Reader

prompt: I'm trying to say that I'm glad you're here.

It was the day after Kendall’s birthday party and you hadn’t heard from him all morning. The last time you had seen him, he was completely wasted, getting ready to perform on stage in front of his guests. The sight of him so out of control was too painful to bear, so you had quietly slipped out without any goodbyes. 

Now there was radio silence from Kendall. You didn’t know what he was thinking; was he angry at you for leaving early? There was no way to tell. So you got dressed, headed down the street towards the nearest coffeeshop, where you bought two black coffees then took a cab to Kendall’s townhouse.

It was a long time before anyone came to the door. When he finally did, it was like watching a vampire face the sunlight for the first time. He looked awful. Dark bags under his eyes, hair disheveled, wearing just a t-shirt and shorts. 

“Shit. Did I call you?” he said. 

“Nope. Just bringing coffee to the birthday boy.”

“Did you want to come in?”

“Is there anything in there I shouldn’t see?”

“No, no. I’m all alone.”

He led you inside, taking a seat on the big sectional sofa in the living room. The curtains were drawn, the TV on mute with footage showing the outside of his party venue the night before. He quickly turned it off. 

“That was the biggest shitshow of my life.”

You slid the coffee towards him. He took a grateful sip. 

“Sorry I couldn’t stay,” you said. 

“I’m actually glad you didn’t.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Sorry. Fuck. That came out wrong. I mean I’m glad you didn’t get to see me embarrass myself any further.”

“It’s okay. It was a good time while it lasted.”

He cupped the coffee in his hands, gazing off.

“I wish the whole night had gone differently," he said. "I feel like a fucking joke. Nobody takes me seriously.”

“That sounds like your dad talking.”

“I’ve had his voice in my head my entire life. I can’t get it out.”

He massaged his temples with the tips of his fingers, closing his eyes.

“Then you show up here with coffee. And it’s the last thing I fucking deserve after how I acted last night.” 

“I can go if you’d rather be alone…”

His eyes opened suddenly. It almost frightened you how sad and pleading they looked.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m trying to say I’m glad you’re here. I’m just a fucking asshole and all my words come out wrong when I’m hungover.”

He took a deep breath then looked straight at you.

“I’m glad you’re here because you’re the only person who has bothered to reach out to me since last night. I’m all over the fucking news, Twitter, whatever. And yet not one person has sent me so much as a text to see how I’m doing. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t expect them to. But the very fact that you’re here is just…”

He shook his head, averting his eyes.

“I feel like I don’t fucking deserve it.”

“Kendall.”

He looked up at you again, eyes questioning.

“I wish I had been with you last night," you said. "I shouldn’t have left. I didn’t want to see you like that. It hurts. But it hurts even more to know you came back here alone.”

You choked up, throat suddenly tight. Kendall reached for you automatically. 

“No, no, no. Come here.”

He took your wrist gently, pulling you around to his side of the sofa. 

“It’s not your job to take care of me while I’m being a drunk asshole.”

“Is it bad that I kind of want to?”

For the first time he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. 

“No. That’s amazing, actually.”

“Let me make you breakfast.”

“I can see you’re not going to take no for an answer. At least let me make some toast.”

“Deal.”

You started to get up, but he gently grabbed your hand again.

“Hey,” he said. He looked like he was about to say something else, but instead he wrapped his arms around you. He hugged you with the desperation of a child who hadn’t been held in a very long time. You squeezed him back, his warm body in your arms, his voice murmuring in your ear:

“Thank you.”

[fullscoreshenanigans]

TPN S2 Drinking Game WIP (English Dub)

Sip:

The kids mention missing Norman

Someone says "shipment/shipped"

They reuse bgm unaltered from S1

Chug:

There's awkward 3D

There's a timeskip montage

Finish:

Someone swears

[teddybearsims]

you really can't write another song about your broken heart x

[Machines hum and rattle around Jude in agonizing dissonance, like nails on a chalkboard. He just needed to get out a little, cleaning up his apartment had left a sour taste in his mouth.] [The little things he finds have memories swarming the forefront of his mind, like spare arcade tokens, stowed away in his desk drawers.] Stevie: C'mon, one more round? I'll let you win! [An old pair of drum sticks, worn out after years of use. A little 'S' carved crudely on one of them.] Jude: You gotta pick up the sticks first. [Her laughter echoes in the small space. Jude would’ve done anything to make her laugh.] Stevie: Shut up, you dork! I know that. [Crumpled concert tickets, the ink of them wearing away over time.] Stevie: We should've gotten high before we left. Jude: I'll buy us drinks. Stevie: It's a fucking Oasis cover band. I'll need something stronger. [Journal Entry: Jude is attempting to write another song, the lyrics are from the song Look What You’ve Done by Jet. Half of the second verse is scratched out, with the words "FUCK THIS" written next to it. For story purposes, he’s writing these as his own lyrics. ]

[headcanonsandmore]

Do The Doctors Drink?

One: Yes, but only a small glass of brandy. Never in front of his companions. 

Two: No. He gets panicky enough as it is. 

Three: This guy drinks wine. But not cheap wine; it has to be vintage and immensely expensive. Not that he ever seems to pay for them, though. 

Four: Would you give this creature alcohol?  

Five: This dorky dad only drinks tea. No alcohol whatsoever. Whenever one of his kids friends wants to drink (usually Tegan), he gives them a lecture on being responsible; he has to set a good example, after all. This is normally about five seconds before he falls over a priceless vase (breaking said-vase) and knocking himself unconscious. Again.

Six: Likes a glass of scotch on occasion but tends to prefer being alert. He needs all the alertness he can, given what he has to deal with most days. 

Seven: This little Machiavellian does not drink, but pretends to do so as to keep everyone off their guard. Has had to pull drinks away from Ace on several occasions, as she’s still underage. 

Eight: Only on occasion, only wine, and only socially. Normally in a bohemian French café. 

War: He needs a drink but doesn’t have the luxury of doing so very often.  

Nine: A couple of pints. No nonsense about it, and never drinks too much. Will sometimes start quoting the Vimes Boot Theory of Socio-Economic Unfairness, depending on who he’s with. 

Ten: This twink has woken up in random alleyways after a night out so often that he had to invent a homing device on the TARDIS so he could find his way back. Somehow, this actually managed to get worse after Donna turned up. 

Eleven: Would like to drink, but everyone keeps refusing to serve him because he looks, like, nine years old. Even the psychic paper doesn’t help. 

Twelve: This man has been drunk at more music festivals than he would like to admit. Although he does start to limit his intake after Bill shows up. 

Thirteen: Too neurotic to drink and tends to get very clingy around Yaz on the rare occasion that she does (not that Yaz is complaining too much). 

Fugitive: Holds her drink very well and will drink anyone under the table. Always something cool and sophisticated without being expensive. 

[mad-hunts]

AHH, alright, so i am now delivering on my promise to make a meta about what makes barton uncomfortable and/or what gives him goosebumps in a bad way. so let me just start out by saying that some of these might be a little more general than others and/or something everyone is kind of put off by, while others might not be. one thing that makes barton uncomfortable that he tends to experience more than he thinks is not being able to see everyone in a room or having a clear path to an exit. and this one is honestly... kind of sad to me, because it was borne partially out of this strong sense of hypervigilance that he has; and also partially because, over the years that he spent with wesley, barton tended to subconsciously catalogue where the nearest exit was a lot because he felt like it was necessary to survive.

this next one is more specific and honestly might be kind of an 'intrusive thought' sort of situation, so it doesn't happen very often, but whenever people talk about their mom or any motherly figure they had in their lives and ask barton about his mom... he usually has no idea what to say. like, he's liable to just kind of clamming up and ending up saying something like 'uhh, she's not around' which is pretty much to the full extent that barton will talk about her.

one more common thing that kind of makes barton uncomfy is someone standing behind him while trying to have a conversation with him while he's sitting down. ESPECIALLY if they put a hand on the back of the chair he's on, and this is another way in which barton's trauma manifests. he really doesn't like people towering over him like that and barton not being able to see them also takes a role in this. another perhaps common for some is going to social gatherings. he doesn't like going to these because it means that barton will have to put on an act for an extended period of time.

he, in reality, does find it very hard to relate to other people and small talk is something that he still hasn't quite quote unquote 'mastered.' if there's any form of liquor at this hypothetical party, though, barton may book it for that as it tends to make things easier / more tolerable for him at these events. though that isn't exactly a good habit to form of course JSJSJ and lastly, strangers unsolicitedly touching him on like the small of the back and/or grazing his back? this man is NOT a fan of that at all + is a good way to get barton to feel like elbowing someone right in the spleen ahahhh 🫠 (okay this might be a little extreme of a reaction to that, i know, but SKSKS i technically never said that all of his squicks or things that makes him uncomfy would be entirely reasonable LOL)

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

*gets carded at the liquor store*

Me: lol thanks I'm getting old enough I kinda like that

Cashier, looking more closely at ID: Oh WOW I really did make your day didn't I?

Me (voiceover): alright settle down I'm not THAT old

[happypedrohours]

Hello wonderful people!! 😍

While waiting to celebrate all together the beginning of summer, today's a special edition of this date with your favorite bartender to celebrate all of us.. in every shape… in every color.. ☺️

🌈 HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!! 🌈

* Mocktail * - Rainbow Paradise -

Crushed ice

Grenadine syrup (1/2 oz.)

Orange juice (2 oz.)

Blue curacao syrup (1/2 tbsp)

Water (1 oz.)

Fill a glass about 2 inches full of crushed ice.  Add the grenadine syrup. Add another 3-4 inches of crushed ice to the cup, it will almost be to the top. Add the orange juice slowly. Add more ice all the way up to the top of the glass.  In another cup or bowl, mix together the blue curacao syrup and the water together. Slowly add the mixture over the ice until the cup is full or the mixture is all in the glass. Admire your rainbow, stir if desired. Enjoy! 😊

* Cocktail * - Out and Proud -

Pineapple juice (1 oz.)

Aperol (1/2 oz.)

Soda Water

Gin (1 1/2 oz.)

Elderflower Syrup (1/2 oz.)

Ice rocks

Combine ingredients over rocks in a tall glass, stir and garnish with lime and lemon. Enjoy! 😊

She/Her, He/Him, They/Them. All of Us...Love is love is love is love is love...

✨ Be you, do you, celebrate you ✨

🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🖤🩶🤍🤎🩷❤️🧡💛💚

Note: please know that it is absolutely not mandatory to drink alcohol to participate in the event. We love the sober people in this family. You do what you are most comfortable of doing. And in general, please drink responsibly!

[xtinyslip]

IT WAS DONE. peter strahm was dead. dead and buried as a matter of fact. there was such a heavy part of mark that wanted to drown at the bottom of a whiskey bottle... but he knew that wasn't going to cut it this time. he'd promised he'd SURVIVE and the truth was; he had no idea what that was going to look like without his husband. only that he was about to find out. starting with leaving the farm which had been easier than imagined. not that he expected it to remain that way but for now it was a good move forward. like fuck was he hanging around there, waiting for the next knife flying around to end up in his back. "it's just coke. not that i'm sure what difference that should make to you?" cupping his hands around the small glass which in fact, did only obtain coke. painfully. @walstarterblog

[allelitewrestlings]

“Pro wrestling specifically is full of bullshit and bullshitters. I’ve always had a very low tolerance for bullshit. But now it’s fucking non-existent, my level of patience for bullshit.”

— Jon Moxley on his patience after sobriety (for The Messenger by Daniel Trainor)

[rayday-mayday]

Imagine your F/O(s) getting you/your S/I addicted to drugs (including cigs and/or alcohol obv) and then controlling your supply to manipulate/control you.