#addiction tw

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

[an OFF au]

Grian strolled up to the little truck, its front window covered by a thick curtain and wheels planted firmly into the metal ground. Digging into the thick earth, as if weighed down by its own cargo, certainly not moving anywhere anytime soon. 

He sniffed, taking his time to read the sign at the door: 'Merchandise For Sale, Knock Twice On The Counter'. Written in blocky, simple letters he'd seen only a short while ago at the theme park. 

Letting a smile break his cold expression, Grian found himself glad to see his mysterious friend once again. For one so impure, The Merchant had no business making Grian smile, of all things, and yet the thought of speaking with him again acted as a balm for his scattered, skin-deep wounds.

The van boasted a wide counter across its side, covered in items seemingly for sale. Briefly, Grian pondered that just about anyone could steal from the display, if they wanted to. But then he remembered just how empty he’d made the place, and stopped worrying. 

He glanced over into the back, through a crack in the curtains, to see what else was on offer. Some nice colours, or a new bat, maybe. He'd find out when The Merchant arrived. 

And just on time, despite the advice to knock going ignored, The Merchant appeared in the window, snapping the curtains open with a sudden force. He wore his demonic mask, but his eyes shone in light which caught through the eye-holes, sparkling with glee. An indicator he was alive, and not yet a spirit or corpse. 

"Scar," Grian greeted, swaying the bat lightly in his hand. It seemed he was growing ever-comfortable using The Merchant's real name. Ever since he had shared his own, it felt only natural to refer to the man as his preferred moniker. 

The Merchant nodded, fishing around under the counter. In the background, something that sounded like water dripped one tiny splash at a time, the sound echoing through empty halls. 

Knowing now it wasn't water made Grian shift from one foot to another, nausea brewing in his gut, but it didn't seem to worry Scar. "Grian, we meet again! Would you like to see what we have in store today?" Neither of them knew what 'today' was, but they put up with the friendly game nonetheless. 

Grian nodded. "I have purified the First Zone." Scar tensed up. "It's no longer plagued by impure entities..." A pause formed between them, Scar staring at him with unblinking, masked eyes, and Grian staring back, stoic as always.

"So I'd like to buy, yeah," he finally said, breaking the silence. Scar laughed, sliding a small list of items over the counter towards him. Grian took it, and started reading each item's description and cost intently. The smell of smoke wafted through the purple hallway, mixing grossly with burning caramel. He wondered what it could be. 

Scar rested his arm on the counter, looking down at Grian curiously. "How are you, my friend? I've come to terms with our lives being meerly a collection of ones and zeros, but I'm curious to see how my lonely Batter is holding up. This is all about you, isn't it?" Grian ignored him, reading the list until he found what he was looking for. He slid the paper back over, pointing to a certain item. Scar exhaled sharply in amusement. 

"Another bat? Surely the last is strong enough, yes?" Grian shook his head, placing his old bat on the counter, along with a number of credits. 

And, well, The Merchant couldn't turn down a deal like that. As in, he physically couldn’t disobey the rules of the game. Scar slid away into the truck, disappearing from sight like a shadow. Grian kicked the ground. His feet hurt. 

Something in the distance screamed. Or someone? They didn't have long, then. Grian made a mental note to move from this Zone after his interactions here were over, though he knew deep down that it wouldn't matter where he went. It would always follow him, the never-ending emptiness, until he could reach... Well, it didn't matter. 

Without a sound, Scar reappeared, passing a new bat over the counter. "Here. You didn't answer my question, Batter. How are you?" He tried again. 

Of course, this wasn't part of the Official dialogue (and, if he focused hard enough, he could feel the eyes watching and judging his every move) but he figured he could improvise a bit. What else could he do? 

"I'm doing... well," Grian replied, hesitant, "I'm going to purify Zone 2, then Zone 3, and finally—" 

"No, no. You misunderstand!" Scar cut him off with a wave of his hand. "How are you? Not your mission, not the purification. You!" Now, this was a total break of character. He shouldn't be talking down to the protagonist like this... and yet. 

Grian stopped for a moment, thinking. How was he feeling? It had always been hard for him to navigate his emotions, as if a glass wall stood between him and his mind, dampening their impact. And now, it was like his mind had been set on one path. Manipulated into something, by a process out of his own control. 

But he had to reach his goal. He had to purify the zones. He couldn't just stand there and watch it all happen. Because he was doing the right thing, wasn't he? Of course. There was only one way to stop him it. Only one way to free him kill the Queen. 

Finally, he cleared his throat. "It's a strange world," he said, "I'm doing fine... but what I left behind tells a different story." Even though it was the right thing to do, he refused to lie. 

Besides, Scar saw it with his own eyes. The white, endless void that was Zone 1, reduced to nothing but a breeding ground for horrible creatures made of wire and flesh. The world was falling apart at its edges. It was his fault. 

Then, for only a moment, he thought of Scar’s sweet friend, Gem, hiding in Zone 0, sugar and blades dancing at her fingertips. Her delightful laughter, her oddly murderous spirit, her obsessions, and the care in Scar’s voice when they talked about her afterwards, diverging from the scripts once more.

She would die to Grian too, no doubt. Because he was a monster—a little monstrous birdie—like she warned. Something terrible was crawling beneath his skin, begging to be let out, crying for escape. All feathers and teeth and eyes.

Scar laughed, bitter, though it all sounded the same to Grian's ears. “Well–" he sighed– "we all have our failings.”

And with that their dialogue was finished. 

—

He found out what the caramel smell was, and god did he wish he hadn't. But it's something he'd rather not dwell upon. In fact, he'd rather think about anything other than that. 

So he went back to Zone 0, searching for any clues to what was going on in this horrible place. That's where he met Gem, Officially, as her boss form: a hunched, corrupted figure overcome by sugar addiction. 

Her room, yellow and orange, was filled with piles and piles of the white powder substance. Just looking at it made Grian's stomach turn. 

But, of course, impure spirits must be purified, so he ignored the drugs and started to fight. Her crazed, manic, terrified eyes turned colder too, and she fought back with all she could. Blow after blow, sugar blades and caramel slashing into Grian’s skin with what once would be called efficiency, but had degraded into madness. 

With each swing of his bat, he was reminded of the words Scar said to him before. 'How are you?' It was so simple, but the tiny act of kindness had stuck with him all throughout Zone 2. Even when he purified it. 

Another hit. Gem screeched in pain, and responded with more molten, razor-like flashes. Cutting into Grian, making him hiss and flinch but never fall. 

In the other side of his mind, he felt bad, maybe, for wiping out Scarland. No more people to sit on the stagnant rides. No more roller-coaster rides with Scar's statue. No more conversations about Scar’s latest ideas.

Thinking about it almost made him angry, which he channelled into his attacks on Gem. And though she could fight, and must have been a skilled boss in the past, the sugar had weakened her to a state which struck Grian as simple. 

Her attacks were always the same. Sugar-knives drawing blood but never cutting too deep, or a futile attempt at healing. Her red hair dripped redder as the fight continued on, though Grian tried to hold back. Tried to draw it out. Tried to communicate his apology through a look.

From her perspective, all she could likely see was a horrifying, monstrous birdie, coming at her with teeth and talons and eyes. At least, that’s what she said, throwing out another limited attack.

She screamed at him, a pained and pitiful thing. It must've been close to the end, for her. 

It was different from the others. Wrong. Like he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing. But it couldn't be wrong. His mission couldn't be unjust. He couldn’t be having doubts now, of all times. The pure white zones and breathless spaces he left behind? They were better that way. 

Smoke filled his lungs. 

Grian frowned, the bat heavy in his hands. He had to do this, or else—or else Gem would kill him herself. He thought back to the lone soul he found in Zone 2, in a stark ivory room. The only person he'd seen since purification—finally safe, forever. He shuddered, bile blocking his throat. What was he doing?

Could he stop? He didn’t think so. The bat seemed to move automatically in his hand, the selection of attacks drawing itself for him. Leaning back, raising the bat into the air, he took one last look at Gem’s petrified, tear-streaked face. 

As he pushed forward to carry out the swing, a rough, sturdy hand grabbed his arm. He flipped around, pulling away from the grasp, and stumbled back as he tried to secure his footing. His eyes tilted down to the ground, then up, scrambling to find a target.

Focussed, then. Scar stared back at him in the doorway, mask hiding his true expression. Grian could tell he was angry just from his stance.

"Get away from her." Scar bit at the words, eyes sharp as he looked to Gem's shaking form. She clawed at the ground, her fists bloody and broken, exhausted from the fight just as Grian was. 

Breathing heavily and stumbling in place, Grian grit his teeth, trying to remember his purpose. He had to keep going. He had to purify the Zones. He... he... 

Something grainy crunched under his shoe. Blood ran down his arms, dripping onto the pile of white sugar below, and staining it red. He choked back his nausea.

Scar's eyes were pleading with him, and yet Grian shook his head. "She is impure. She—she must be purified." The sound of his own voice was foreign. Even he didn't believe the words. Not truly. Scar only sighed, a contrast to his usual cheery self. 

"I know it's a game, and I’m stupid for caring, but, Grian, I don't like this. I don't like your mission. You're gonna leave Gem alone, or I'll–" he took in a sharp breath– "I'll break the code and fight you myself." 

He wasn't bluffing. Grian could tell. He looked back to Gem, who had begun to gather her strength once more, dipping her fingers into some sugar from the ground and bringing the substance to her lips. 

She didn't look corrupted at all. Just... malnourished. Strong, but neglected. Grian's gaze flitted between Scar and Gem. Neither of them looked corrupted. 

How could he have been so blind?

The bat dropped to the floor, clattering against the yellow ground. "I–I can't—my mission, it's... it was supposed to be good. I'm supposed to be good." Choking back a sob, he let the emotionless façade drop away. Scar held his shoulder, keeping him steady. 

"It's okay. We'll figure it out." Gem shifted on the other side of the room, healing herself now she was out of battle. Grian thought about Zone 1 and 2. The barren, dead landscapes he created. The spirits he slaughtered. For what? 

Scar let him go, and reached up to the back of his own head. With wide eyes, Grian saw him untie something—his mask. Slow and deliberate, Scar brought his hands to the sides of the demonic plastic, and slowly pulled it away, dropping it to the floor. Even Gem let out a gasp. 

He was... normal. Dark hair and tanned skin, pale scars littering his face. "There, now we have nothing to hide. No regrets, yeah?" 

And, well, Grian wasn't sure he believed that, but it was so much better than the alternative.

[phoenixyfriend]

Hello, in answer to you wanting to know more about the chappelle/mulaney issue and the relation to JM's addiction:

I'll try not to be too long (I failed) because I think it's ridiculous how much overreaction and lack of nuance/grace there is around JM. I'll tackle the whole timeline from before the intervention and also regarding the divorce and kid(s), because I think people wouldn't have been half as crazy if that hadn't also happened and it needs to be addressed.

So leading up to December 2020: AMT removed the mulaney name and his pics from her social media months before. His interviews started hinting that he was living on his own, and that he wasn't doing well (he started talking of death and his own funeral). It'll come out that both he and she were dealing with their own mental struggles. December 2020, she was not at his intervention. He stays in rehab for two months, so until mid-late February. He went to live in jimmy Kimmel's guest house. Olivia munn, who'd openly shown interest for him for years, happens to be near for work. they hook up, make a baby that is born late November. the divorce happens, and AMT seems surprised ("heartbroken"), she most likely thought it'd take longer or that he'd go back to her. JM and OM aren't dating, but decide to coparent: John was happy about the baby and absolutely wanted to be involved. they start dating a few months later. the official public news come quickly, and seem rushed, when in truth all these things hint at years of difficulties.

Bottom line: JM had been in and out of rehab and was freshly recovering when DC happened.

On the kid(s) and JM's and OM's relationship: people conveniently forget that JM said "I don't know NEVER, people CHANGE" regarding having children. When faced with an unplanned baby, he was happy and wanted to coparent. He later dated and married the baby's mother and they had another planned kid. Between the two kids OM battled breast cancer, had an hysterectomy and thus they got help from a surrogate, so yeah the second baby was very much planned and he very much likes having and caring for his kids. Meanwhile AMT said she froze her eggs due to society's pressure and wrote in her memoir that she did not want kids.

Bottom line: people freaked out because they forgot someone can change their mind about kids after getting sober and separated and stepping up when the baby comes anyway, they ignore all of the opinions of the ex they want to champion, and JM was touring with his kid and facing intense backlash because of this when DC happened.

Finally, on to the Dave Chappelle incident: freshly recovering addict, going through a divorce, new dad, on the road, putting together a new hour of material. He already had not one but two openers. The thing is that often, comedians drop in and add themselves as openers. I don't know how much agency the actual headliner has over this, if the venue has more say, if in the case they're both contracted with a same agency matters (like netflix). But considering the historical delicate moment for JM, and the fact DC is considered one of the best comedians, it must've been a tricky situation IF JM was even aware of the drama around DC. There is also to consider that the problematic jokes were, according to accounts from people in the audience, only a few of the entire set, and met with awkwardness. People cheered at the end for the other normal jokes. In those days DC had also been physically attacked (unrelated to transphobia), and JM offered sympathy for that. If he'd turned DC away, he probably would have suffered repercussions in the industry especially while being shaky after rehab. He's well respected by peers, but DC is still more famous and with more decades of brilliant work and they share a big network. JM couldn't afford the consequences of snubbing DC back then and not even now, actually.

All in all, 1: he didn't invite him, 2: he couldn't turn him away, 3: it's not his fault he couldn't "warn" the audience and he had no control over what DC would say.

JM has never ever talked badly about the queer community. On the contrary, he has openly expressed support through his jokes (concrete example: joined jokes in defense of trans kids with Nick Kroll at 2017 independent spirit awards monologue), and worked alongside queer creatives (concrete example: had Mae Martin on Everybody's in LA), openly stated he disapproves of punching down on people already suffering (can't find the interview sorry) and overall never made a fuss about the queer community or cancel culture. The only actual mention of "canceling" was in Baby J, regarding his addiction, and in the context that he can and has done way worse to himself: "What, you want to cancel JM? I'll KILL him. I almost did."

He did not "betray the queer fans that made him famous": for starters, he got famous because he's got the chops and the talent and did the open mic work and has a very particular and effective approach to comedy, I'm begging people to stop saying that because it's ridiculous and gets you made fun of. Since rehab and DC he's got even more famous. Got a few Emmys, hosted the Governor Awards, presented at the Oscars, turned down hosting them this year because he's too busy, Netflix gave him several blank checks. SNL has been celebrating the 50th season, and JM not only has hosted for the sixth time, but was part of the Feb 16th anniversary special during the opening monologue with Steve Martin and Martin Short, and managed to be given ten minutes to do one of his recurring musical sketches. He dressed Adam Driver as a hot dog and y'all are missing out.

In conclusion: JM is not who you should be mad about. He's not DC that has some weird senile feud with trans people even his fans are sick of, and he's certainly no JKR. JM has spoken and acted in support of the queer community more than once, yet it seems this one involuntary incident holds more weight in the indignation machine of the internet.

My sources: their social media, their subreddits where different people's accounts coincide/are very similar, talk show and written interviews (most notably this one, sorry it's behind paywall, I'd read it as my one free article of the month), AMT's memoir, JM's specials with a grain of salt.

It's a pity that Tumblr still freaks out about JM. Everybody's in LA is exactly the kind of whacky surreal entertainment it would love and Baby J is extremely quotable. You should all go watch the Hot Ones interview too.

This is... a lot of commentary when I only really wanted to know about the timeline.

Like. I get it, I am also like this about blorbos, I will admit I would have likely done something similar if someone asked a question about like... Satine from Star Wars? but I actually did not want to learn more about the divorce or Munn or the kids. I very much didn't want to know about all that.

Some of the other context for the Dave Chappelle question, sure, I get why the 'Mulaney was already on thin ice, Chappelle may have just shown up without warning, rejecting him may not have been an option' is relevant, but like... this is a dissertation on tumblr's hate for Mulaney.

[uncanny-tranny]

I guess what gets me about fatphobia is seeing someone literally recovering from addiction and gaining weight being framed as a bad thing because a substance use problem that is eating you from the inside out is preferable so long as you are twenty pounds lighter.

It has never been about people's health.

[raviposting]

But 148 lives, I owe at least that much. And then I can go. | I should have died in that fire that night. Or one of the many nights after, trying to correct that mistake. But I'm still here.

@lgbtqcreators bingo: layout (in/sp)

[dog-teeth]

something to recognize that choosing recovery again and again is difficult work, and you are not weak for faltering

[simvanie]

7 Sins Legacy - generation 5 (gluttony)

Running the restaurant has become a little harder for Gulshan now Temperance can't help as much because there are two infants who need to be cared for as well. Gulshan feels like all the effort he is putting in his restaurant to get it back on track is not really working and he is still losing sleep over trying to get his restaurant star back. On top of that he is also dealing with everything that comes with being a new dad, daily chores that have to be done in and around the house, and his increasing need to have a drink or cigarette to get through the day.

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

And a lot of people will be all in favor of legalizing weed because "actually weed has a lot of useful qualities for a lot of people" and I am not disagreeing with that argument at all, but actually the reason why we should decriminalize drugs is because criminalizing them ruins lives and kills people. Like the issue is not that they accidentally criminalized one useful substance, it's that turning a debilitating illness into a law enforcement issue is a problem regardless of how dangerous the drug of choice is

[newsfromstolenland]

Five supervised drug consumption sites are slated to close in Toronto after the provincial government announced a ban on such facilities near schools and child-care centres — a move that some harm-reduction experts are slamming as a "deadly mistake."

Health Minister Sylvia Jones made the announcement Tuesday at the Association of Municipalities of Ontario (AMO) conference in Ottawa.

"In Toronto, there's been numerous stories of altercations, stabbings, shootings and even a homicide in the vicinity of these sites," Jones said at the conference.

"Our first priority must always be protecting our communities, especially when it comes to some of our most innocent and vulnerable — our children."

Full article

Make no mistake, people will die as a result of this decision. The claim to be "protecting children" is being used yet again to excuse putting the lives of marginalized people at risk.

If the government really cared about not having people consume substances in front of children, they would support supervised consumption sites! By giving people a place to consume drugs safely, you give people an alternative to using drugs on the streets (where, incidentally, children often are)! And what about the children whose loved ones experience addiction? The children whose family members might OD without these resources?

But as usual, they're lying when they say it's about protecting children. It's not about that. It never is.

This is actually about not valuing the lives and safety of people who experience addiction. This is about thinking that it's a waste of money and resources to keep people who use drugs safe, doing a cost benefit analysis with people's lives on the line. This about deciding that an entire group of people are expendable for no other reason than that they use drugs. Pretending that if we remove support and resources for them, all these people will simply go away.

I'm so sick of the "protecting children" line being brought out whenever people need an excuse to be cruel. More often than not, the actions being described as a way to defend children actually cause them harm.

It's not protecting children to deny the existence of trans people. It's not protecting children to deny them sex ed. It's not protecting children to remove a source of safety for people who use drugs.

You can't protect children by sacrificing the safety and well-being of marginalized people.

Tagging: @allthecanadianpolitics

[deaddovedecadence]

Hello, how do you think the batfam will react to a reader with bad habits? And the reader is underage. Like at one time the reader got into not the best company or just wanted to seem cool, and now she smokes, maybe reader abuses alcohol. I'm just wondering how the batfamcan handle this.

And I apologize for the English, I am writing with a translator

❤

Alfred

disapproving english eyebrow™️

no but seriously he’s have you detoxing the minute he finds out about it. Having a nice drink at dinner with the family is fine but only if he’s able to supervise what you are drinking and how much. He’s be damned if he has to deal with another bruce

Bruce Wayne

doesn’t panic, even if his brain is screaming at him to trap you away forever and keep you from everything that could hurt you.

Calls in Dinah to talk to you about what is and isn’t safe for you because he will fuck it up and if he fucks you up after all of this progress that you guys have been making, duke will be the cause of his murder

Dick Grayson

oldest daughter exhaustion because he does NOT want to deal with another jason-smoking-to-fuck-with-bruce-and-becoming-addicted situation.

Tells you that if you don’t knock it off he will make you and is smiling while promising that you will not enjoy his methods

Jason Todd

panics his ass off

He yells at you for being stupid because he’s trying to quit and how did you get into that and why did you ever think it’s a smart idea and just panics in general

Cassandra Cain

thinks that it’s easily solvable, most reasonable

She starts you excerising with her every single time you get the urge so that you literally can’t move your arms anymore. Duke often joins in and eventually it becomes a form of bonding for the three of you

Duke Thomas

he gets you patches or helps wean you off of it because they’re a good sibling like that.

honestly to themself, takes the time to think about whether they want to keep you addicted and act like the good sibling by keeping you supplied increasing your dependence on them but then realizes that his brain is getting a little too demony for their taste and stops

Tim Drake

makes you listen as he lists every side effect of every substance that you are taking

threatens the crowd that you were with if you don’t start quitting immediately. Feels a cold quit is good punishment for being on substances in the first place

Damian Wayne

thinks it’s stupid and yells at you, considers violence but is restrained by duke and dick

[whumperofworlds]

Whumpee who recently got off of some addiction (drugs, caffeine, something like that), but during captivity, Whumper forces them to take the addiction back.

(Was thinking of that one story @kabie-whump wrote with Ventis. 👀)

[grimst4rs]

“Can we talk?”

“No,” Sirius said, slumping further into his seat, stretching his legs. “Or yeah. I don’t know. We can talk about something, besides this.”

“Can I just say something?” Fleamont asked, taking a turn to the left. “So we can close off this chapter and go on about something else?”

The younger man shrugged.

“You can do rehab as many times as you need, in order for things to work out. Doing it once or thrice or a thousand times can be enough or not, whether you try to put in the work or not. We want to help you, in any way you need us to. You just need to be open to talk to us.”

“I don’t know why you’re trying so hard, it’s not gonna work either way.” Sirius pushed his hair out of his face, looking at him tiredly. “Why bother?”

“Because you matter to us. We’ll be there by your side, either way. And it will work, Sirius, because you’re strong-willed, I’d say almost stubborn sometimes.” Fleamont chuckled, which earned him an unimpressed, but amused snort from Sirius. “We have faith in you, you just have to have faith in yourself.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. Dunno.”

“We have chicken alfredo pasta for dinner,” Fleamont added, chuckling. “Mia made it, knowing you like them.”

Sirius grinned. “Yeah, that’s true. James home yet?”

“Of course. He’s been missing you like crazy. Knowing you’d be home today, he went all out.”

“Classic,” He tsked, letting his head fall against the headrest with a thump. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure, kid,” Fleamont said, taking a turn. “Anything you want.”

“I’m bisexual.”

“Well, know that we love you and always will—nothing about this changes that. It takes courage to share something so personal, and I’m proud of you for trusting me. You’ll always have our full support, no matter what.”

Sirius smiled, turning up the radio. “Thanks.”

“So,” Fleamont started, whistling alone to the tune, “found someone, then?”

Sirius scoffed. “No. But I appreciate the thought behind my relationships. No, though. Probably gonna lie low for a while; that’s what I was recommended, at least.”

“You know best,” He answered, pulling into the driveway. “There we are. Welcome back home, Sirius.”

[bearwuvimagines]

Ok so i see imagines abt f/os supporting you through addictions but,, consider: vice versa

Talking to them about it, making sure they know you’re there to help

Taking their mind off things when withdrawals/similar get bad, or even just staying with them to comfort them if they can’t be distracted

Being so, so proud of them for every day they stay sober, and if they relapse, being the first one to remind them that recovery isn’t a straight line and they can get right back up on the horse

Celebrating milestones however it’d be best for them- whether it’s a little gift, taking them out for dinner, or even just something small like making them breakfast in bed

If you’ve had an addiction as well, sharing your experiences to make them feel less alone and using what you’ve learned to help them better

Just… being there for your f/os at their best and their worst <3 im so weak for it… I have actually quite a few f/os who have struggled with this and thought I’d share some soft with the group :]

(For any kind of f/o!)

[pr0ship dni]

[uncanny-tranny]

"Treatment" for addiction that requires you to lock up, confine, coerce, or otherwise strip addicts of their autonomy, it isn't treatment. It is a revenge fantasy that prioritizes your desire for subjugation over the actual betterment of addicts.

[medicinelarrie]

I may have been late to this fandom, I wasn't here when the band were together. But I remember watching Liam audition for TXF the first time around, I remember watching 1D get put into a band, I remember my sister's unbearable love for (what I thought at the time were) a stupid boyband. I remember her spotting Liam at our local shopping centre and her and her friends following him around, too scared to actually say hello. And then I got into this fandom, and I loved those boys so wholeheartedly. I was so proud of their accomplishments, I was so happy when Liam was telling us of his struggle and that he was sober. And I was so worried for him when he clearly wasn't doing so well. He wasn't a perfect person, and he had done things wrong. He was a victim too, a victim of the industry since he was 14 years old. He deserved a chance to be better.

I hope that he can finally be at peace.

My thoughts are with the Payne family, his son, and the boys tonight ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[gayshitanddadjokes]

The worst thing about having a self-harm addiction is that it isn't taken seriously as an addiction. I get cravings, I relapse, I was dependent on self-harming for over a year, but that isn't taken seriously as an addiction. There isn't a substance involved so it isn't an addiction. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve to be able to call myself an addict even though I know that I am one. Whenever I try to tell anyone about it they get this mental image of the stereotyped emo kid self harming to MCR 'to feel something' and laugh when I try to call it an addiction (not that that isn't totally valid. It's where a lot of us started, myself included). I can't confess that this is something I struggle with because my own mother told me that I wasn't actually addicted, there just wasn't a better word for someone who self harms. Of course, it not being treated as an addiction helps in a social sense due to all the stigma around addicts, but it has its own stigma.

[simvanie]

7 Sins Legacy - generation 5 (gluttony)

Tell me something I didn't know already...