#addicted even

[danerdybluebanana]

when you’re sick and in bed all day and the only things distracting you from the suckiness rn are two silly little gay boys who fall in love at the end of the world

[themysterioustaria]

There's a thunderstorm outside. I just stood on the balcony for an hour straight looking at the sky searching for thunder. This felt like some kind of religious experience

I think I might be vast coded or something idk

[grimandghoulish]

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[userblaney]

@singleseaterz ur biggest regret in life will become introducing me to indycar

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[jaytalking]

At this point his hair being on fire is just a sign that his ultimate is ready. Anyways here's some scenes from the AU in my brain.

[forgrtashes-blog]

Hello, Tumblr!

Today I made these drawings inspired by the song "Burning Pile" by Mother Mother, although this is probably only noticeable in the last one, lol

I've been working on this single work for a couple of days now sooo yeah! I would really appreciate your always welcome and warm feedback! Lots of love to yall!

[kittysauce]

I've been so focused on my AP art portfolio that i havent really drawn anything for myself since like september Herez makima to cleanse my soul

[teaboot]

the thing about people experiencing addiction or mental health issues, especially living on the street, is that, like. They usually aren't dangerous.

Like yeah, seeing someone moving erratically or screaming or saying weird stuff can be scary if you haven't seen it before, but "scary" isn't always dangerous

This post is about the guy rolling on the ground at my local park.

He's rolling on the ground and he's picking up trash to put in the garbage can and we do not need to call police about it

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

🪤

[aropride]

also don't let ur friends/society/tumblr posts/whatever convince u to start smoking or drinking or whatever if u don't want to. there are health risks there are social and financial aspects to consider and it's totally fine and normal to not want to. there's no moral aspect to it you can drink and do drugs or whatever if u want and that's chill but u should know what ur doing and do research and if u decide u dont want to that's chill and anyone who tries to shame u for it can go fuck themselves

[emacrow]

Orphan's baby

Cass was in the middle of helping the Batfam along with Batman raids through the the hidden base they had found underground lab in an abandoned hospital messing with a neon verison of lararus pits liquid.

Red Robin had already adjacked the security and was going through the files with Spoiler. Nightwing and Red hood beating up the guards while batman was battling with the main boss behind it all.

She was with Robin as they were taking some samples and destroying the remaining ones.

She had already crack through most of seemingly important hidden rooms that seem to be hiding completely full with containers full of lararus pits with tags of PH4N70M, and a winter blue colored marble in a container sealed to the safe that was spelling out electricity every minute in the container.

It looked important, but why a marble..?

She broke the container holding the marble, taking most of the lararus pits containers as well while destroying the remaining unaware of the glow that pulsed in the marble.

By the time is was to retreat, everything was in the clear as Spoiler needed to unscramble hidden files that were behind multiples firewalls.

They were at the batcave when they were securing the containers of lararus pits for later sampling, only for the marble to be missing..?

She was sure that she place it in her bat waist pouch, but it wasn't there anymore..

Did she dropped it accidentally while collecting the containers of larausu pits?

It was already too late to check back now, so she decided not to tell anyone yet.

Until 2 months later, she started feeling downright sick nauseated. Right after Dinner of Alfred's infamous lasagna Tuesday, but.. it tasted a bland which was throwing her off completely.

She was only dropping down by the batcave to just self analysis herself.. only to stop walking half way the secure containement holding all the lararus pits that they brought back..

She couldn't stop herself from staring at it with vast hunger before the swirl of neon green filling her vision and blank her conscience out the window..

Only to wake up in her room on her bed, 3 empty containers with not a inch of lararus pits left inside as if it was wiped-or licked clean. She hide the containers under her bed and stood quiet later on as nobody had noticed yet what she had done.

She doesn't know what had happen, but the nausea and sick feeling went away as if nothing happen.

Hopefully it would be a one time thing...

Bruce and his long lines of lawyers had disbanded the GIW completely over the illegal experimentally on sentient aliens of another world which they tried to label them as ghosts until they tried to accused Superman of being one of them which quickly label their entire Government supported work as hate crime and was steady being searched, along finding a couple of missing traumatized teens, adults and children that had vanished the months before in the other hidden labs.

...

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She had her head in her hands as she silently groaned when she peak her eyes between her fingers to see several dozen empty containers and immediately close her eyes to try and pretend she didn't see them.

It only been 5 months since that incident and she had seemingly got away with it, but then nausea came back with vengeance like no other, and the increased appetite was new, but yet it didn't filled her belly with the bland taste or satisfaction even though she did felt a bit feint during the couple of night patrols despise feeling energized earlier.

Something was wrong and she know it as she went to the only person who could help her right now.

She went to Alfred straight away silently explaining the situation going on because she honestly have no idea was going on with her and she know she loves his food, and the feint spells, and the monsterous appetite and the insatiable need to swallow a crapton of lararus pits with twelve milkshakes and fourteen bags full bat burgers.

Alfred could only stared with his eyebrows raising slowly with every word spilling out of her mouth.

Alfred helped her get examined in the batcave medbay, and 2 hours later the blood result came in.

Case was pregnant, but It was a almost cryptic pregnancy.

Alfred didn't had the equipment out for a ultrasound at all yet, but from he know from Cass it was during the Raiding of that hidden lab and her being in contacted with this 'marble' that seemingly disappeared after she grabbed it.

That was 7 months ago, but luckily Alfred caught it in time before it literally became a cryptic pregnancy.

Oh the ultrasounds pics of the little baby fetus with his fast beating lil heart beating were precious as he got tiny misty eyes a bit compare to Cass's awestruck look staring at the screen then back at her belly.

He does help get extra vitamins pills, and call her off of Crime duty until further noticed . Bruce on the otherhand was concerned but all he got from Alfred was the You Better not investigate this because I have major blackmail of embarrassing toddler photos against you.

This is Alfred moment that he been waiting for since Bruce became a new adult but not yet sired a baby at the Wayne Manor at all. He is savoring this for the memories and scapebooking time. He is cranking opened that forgotten but clean baby nursery of forlorning hopes.

2 months later, By the time Cass was ready to deliver the baby on February 11, and at February 12th, 12:01am.

Wren Alf Cain was born premature yet crying softly into the word.

[risibledeer]

Ahh i don't know if it's okay to req more than one thing 👉👈 but i love your art so- consider this a req for if you're not getting enough other req asks!!! I also don't know what all you want to draw for these or if they have to involve Joel but!!

I would love to see an Impulse of the SV variety in your style :0 i particularly love Last Life Impulse (the wither duo my beloved) but any Impulse would do!!

If you want to involve Joel, well, they're neighbours with a similar theme on HC of course, and in Last Life they both at different points were Grian's closest murderbuddies <3 so maybe that could serve as inspo

SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK your art style is awesome remember to hydrate aaa-

they're gossiping at the soup shop about Grian lol

no it's really fine :) sorry i took a long time! and ty ofr the rq and the compliments!!! also ty for letting me add joel lol

(i hope my impulse design looks alright!)

ps feel free to send me reqs! i'm always happy to get em

[lonelyzarquon]

Aubrey Plaza in Addicted to Fresno (2015)

[zira-draws]

you guys don't know how many times I've drawn portraits of this fella. probably way too much to be considered a healthy amount... he is just so :(( with his passion for air forces :((((( cmon man :(

[sapphicpipedream]

what if aaron needs a surgical procedure and begs andrew beforehand to promise he’ll tell the doctors not to give him a lot of morphine while he’s in recovery to prevent him from relapsing. when aaron wakes up he’s hit with unimaginable pain and begs andrew for something to make it stop. he’s sweating and shaking and in tears and andrew sits stone faced, not even acknowledging aaron. nicky moves to call a nurse but andrew stops him. aaron’s pleading doesn’t stop until he tires himself out and falls asleep. visually, andrew remains indifferent but in his head he can’t help but remember aaron’s pleading from the other side of the bathroom door all those years ago. remembers his exact tone. the shakiness of his voice. he remembers every single word. every single ‘please’.