#binge drinking

[its-brigsby]

Dyed my hair - colour is up for debate

[deluxewhump]

6) unhealthy coping mechanisms

This prompt list has turned into me exploring a Stella/Belle crossover storyline in bits and pieces

CW: binge drinking, vomiting, Belle embarrassing herself, hangover

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It was noon. Stella had let her sleep til noon, in her bed. The bedroom door was closed and the other side of the bed untouched. She’d been alone all night, she was sure of it. On the teak bedside table next to an analog alarm clock were two aspirin and a glass of tap water. A gift from her host, no doubt.

Belle pulled her knees to her chest and moaned into a silk pillowcase. The left side of her head throbbed. Her mouth was parched. There was a hollow, queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She remembered pouring vodka into a rocks glass with ice and cranberry juice, over and over, until it was the pale pink of frothed blood, more booze than juice. The thought of it made her squeeze her eyes shut. “No,” she muttered aloud. “No, no, no.”

The pain she was in was the least of her worries. Fragmented memories began to present themselves in her minds eye. In them she was laughing, giddy, pink-cheeked and bold enough to get on her knees next to where Stella sat in her living room, laying her cheek on the woman’s knee in a way she’d hoped, at the time, would be endearing. And then later, vomiting acidic pink into the toilet bowl, holding her own hair with her shaking left hand and wiggling her fingers against her tonsils with her right to try and get the last of it up.

Her stomach turned. Behaving like that in front of Amber wasn’t a big deal. Amber played along. Amber got wasted and acted like a fool right along with her. But Stella Abend? She was pretty sure Stella had had exactly one mixed drink, and when she’d laid her cheek on her knee had gently suggested to her that she have a glass of water. Yes. That’s exactly what she’d said, and she’d taken Belle’s half-drunk glass out of her hand like taking something mildly dangerous from a child.

She pulled Stella’s sheets to her temple and breathed the clean linen scent of them to stave off the sickness. The shame of it would kill her, surely, and it would be a mercy when it did.

[megsiepoo]

            "Oh, please, spare me your false concern," he muttered, sticking his nose in the air defiantly. "Do not act as if you do not hate me."             "Narinder, I don't-"             "You hate me because of your own lack of understanding. You failed to understand the nature of our transaction. You served me as a loyal follower, carrying out my will til it no longer suited you, yet you have the audacity to call me traitor." His lips curled up in a sneer as he leaned closer towards the Lamb, close enough for his rank breath to brush against their face. "As if I could ever care enough about you to hate you."

I had zero intention of adding another entry into the drunken bishop series yet here we are

Hope you guys enjoy! Feedback appreciated as always

[brain--rott]

violently hungover

[kommabortsig]

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[sweaterkittensahoy]

Heads up for anyone going into the Red, White, and Royal Blue movie without having read the book: in the book, there are several scenes of binge drinking. Most of them are "out at the bars being 22 and dumb" sort of drinking, but a couple times, it is because Alex is upset and numbing himself.

I don't know how much of it is going to show up in the movie. Having re-read the book the other day, I kind of hope some of it gets cut just because I got about halfway through and went, "Look, my twenties were pretty ripped, but slow the fuck down, dude."

So, in case that's a squick or a trigger for you, take care of yourself.

[acteur-dramatique]

Winter on the Deck

I stepped out into the biting cold,

the porch creaking beneath my feet,

and the night wrapped itself around me like a frozen blanket.

French exchange students huddled by the railing,

their cigarettes glowing like tiny embers in the dark,

and I joined them,

my breath clouding the air,

as if I could blow away the thoughts of you with every exhale.

We spoke in slurred French,

my words lost from the whiskey,

the language once beautiful on my tongue

now rough, clumsy, like everything else in my life.

But even the cold couldn't numb it,

the weight of you still pressing down on me

as I watched the smoke burn into the night sky,

the nicotine burning my lungs as I exhale.

I told myself I'd go back inside,

that maybe one more drunk would drown out your name

whispering in the back of my mind.

Back into the basement,

where the music pounded in my chest,

where the floor was sticky with spilled beer,

and the air think with sweat and p perfume,

I poured myself into the next shot,

then the next,

until the faces blurred,

until the walls spun,

until I couldn't feel anything anymore.

But it wasn't enough.

It never is.

The night slipped away,

my body grew heavy, my thoughts hazy,

and all I remember is stumbling,

the world tilting as I hit the floor.

Someone pulled me up,

someone whispered my name,

but it wasn't your voice,

and it didn't matter.

I blacked out,

my mind finally giving in,

to the darkness I'd been chasing all night.

They brought me back to the house,

dropped me on the couch like I was nothing,

and I vomited everything out -

the alcohol,

the regret,

the grief I'd been choking on for months.

It all came up in waves,

until I was left gasping,

empty,

the taste of you still bitter in my throat.

I spent the next few days hiding,

locking myself in my dorm,

blinds shut tight against the winter light.

The laughter of my fraternity brothers echoed the hallways of my mind,

but I couldn't stand to hear it -

couldn't stand to be around them,

their jokes, their games,

the life I'd tried to throw myself into

now felt like a prison I couldn't escape.

I stared at the bottle of antidepressants on my desk,

the dust thick on the cap,

reminders of all the promises I'd made to myself

that I never kept.

Maybe I thought I didn't need them anymore,

that I could numb myself with alcohol,

that I could bury my depression

beneath the noise of this new life.

But here I was,

alone in the dark,

the silence louder than ever.

I told myself I wouldn't think of you,

but your name hung in the air,

a ghost that would not leave,

and no amount of pills or whiskey

could make you disappear.

[carrotzcake]

My therapist acknowledged my progress today. He didn’t just say that, or that he was proud of me. He gave specific examples and feedback that demonstrated that despite a dangerous drinking episode over the weekend, the way I’m responding to it shows a new level of insight. That means so much to me. I was so afraid of his reaction, I now realize. So many others respond so judgmentally, negatively in the wake of my problematic alcohol use, force me into AA or consider HLOC. We’re also supposed to start trauma therapy & EMDR and I was worried this would postpone his decision that I’m ready.

[cannabisnewstoday]

[chicademartinica]

The 👏🏾 binge 👏🏾 drinking👏🏾 in👏🏾 that 👏🏾 show ??! Faaaaam ???! I haven’t seen East Asian binge drinking that realistic SINCE ADDICTED HEROIN and Bai Luo Yin alcoholic ass ??!!

[audley-and-cherry]

The more time I spend as a nondrinker (6 years) the more I'm horrified about how excess drinking/binge drinking are normalized.

Just to get it out of the way: I'm not talking about having a couple of beers with your meal or whatever.

I'm talking about getting piss faced drunk regularly and, like, expecting other people to find that amusing? Or at least accepting it.

And I know people who I'm pretty sure have rip roaring alcohol problems and I just don't know what to say. Or if I even should say anything.

I mean, no one wants to hear that from a former drinker, right? It's just Audley the teetotaler here to rain on everyone's parade!

[suboxonekitten]

I haven’t posted on this account in years but I’m back to say:

If you’re a drinker please, please, please do not drink thing that are not meant to be consumed.

I have drank mouthwash, hand sanitizer, and paint stripper in an attempt to get drunk. The harm reduction advocate in my brain hates that I didn’t look for better solutions but I also recognize that I did what I did for a reason. I don’t want anyone to feel ashamed if they’ve done the same (or similar), I just want people who maybe are considering it to think twice. If you’re struggling to access or buy alcohol I promise there are better ways, if anyone is curious what I mean I can make another post. Please please take care of yourselves

[placeholderfortomorrow]

The millionaire urge to binge drink because you’re always so bored…

[burpgut]

A kink fic I wrote about Hawks from My Hero Academia

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46509778

[angstyaches]

payton is sober? good for them <3

id love to know more!🍄

CW: teenage binge drinking, alcohol dependence, gender stuff and low self esteem.

Payton was a bit of an unruly teenager, and used alcohol to cope with keeping their queerness a secret from their family, and then later keeping their gender identity a secret from their first partner. They had no regard for their own wellbeing while drinking, getting into fights and other dangerous scenarios, and more often than not, blacking out before making it home. By the time they finished school, their partner had broken up with them, and their parents put them in therapy to deal with the binge drinking. They eventually decided to come out to their family and swear off alcohol for good, knowing they'd never truly accept and know themself if they didn't do both.

Nowadays, even the smell of alcohol can be enough to trigger memories of that shame and self-hatred. The idea of drinking any makes them feel sick. Luckily, Autumn isn't big on drinking either, so it doesn't often come up unless they're going out as a group.

The fic idea I had would involve Payton going out with their work colleagues, and it might also be a fun introduction to Claudette's eventual love interest.

[ri-afan]

^^ If not to the hospital, then straight to god.

I was just going to say ‘if you don’t drink, then look up BAC charts’, but I’m a health teacher, so:

Here are 2 charts for BAC. This goes for traditionally sexed and average men and women. Note that this chart says “in one hour”on it and it gives you a little calculation on the bottom to tell you roughly how much alcohol is being metabolised an hour. (The differences between men and women for this is all accounted by blood volume. It is not, like one of my students had said, sexist.)

Keep in mind that some medications that people can be on will change your tolerance for alcohol! Also, people will urinante a lot because alcohol is a diuretic, meaning it will squeeze the water right out of you, which is why you also need to be drinking water.

Also, coffee doesn’t sober you, it’s just a stimulant. Food is good if a person can eat, but it doesn’t sober necessarily, just puts better nutrients in you and can help restore some equilibrium. Do not force people to take in anything they can’t do themselves because then you are at a choking risk.

A person who is heavily drinking at a party one night can still be technically legally over the driving limit the next afternoon depending on when they stopped drinking and how much they had.  I have my students run calculation scenarios during this unit so they can figure out where this random person is on the scale when they start drinking, so many hours later, and find out when they are technically sober.

These are different charts that tell you a little bit about what you can expect at the different blood alcohol content levels.

If coffee is a stimulant, which makes the body systems speed up, alcohol is a depressant, which slows the body down. This slowing of the body is for every single thing between how your brain is working to your breathing, which is why is not smart to be drinking a lot or mixing stimulants and depressants. That is a science that you cannot hope to master while under the influence.

Remember that it takes about 15 minutes for that first drink to hit your system, so even though the person who is drinking may not feel anything for the first bit they are still getting intoxicated. Also, in turn, someone who takes a sip of an alcoholic drink will not be suddenly drunk.

Another thing I make sure to mention to my class is that death is both a long term and short term effect of drinking alcohol because it can kill you quickly (like choking, poisoning, and accidents) but alcohol abuse can kill you slowly as well (whole slew of other problems).

This is roughly what a standard drink is. It does not go by total volume of liquid, it goes by the alcoholic content of that liquid.

Only the stuff to the way right would be the ‘hard liquor’ that the person would be talking about. 3 large glasses of beer or tall glasses of wine and you are certainly going to feel it and probably be impaired in some way. 3 tall glasses of hard liquor and you’re likely a dead man, probably even if you did chug it at the hospital.

This is a chart of ‘how many standard drinks does this volume of alcohol usually have in it?’. 

Side note: if they are at home pouring a glass of wine, usually people tend to over pour their glasses, so they may be getting more alcohol than what that expect. Same thing with other things that people have to pour themselves.

Here’s a nice graphic that lays out what is considered binge drinking and heavy drinking and physical effects on the body. Note one mentions that a single occasion is between 2-3 hours.

I’m out of time today, but binge drinking and drunk driving are another couple topics to look at if you’re serious about writing things with alcohol (or just know in general) and make sure to know driving laws and penalties for the area the person is in. Federal legal limit (USA) for BAC is .08, so no state can have things higher, but some states have put on lower BAC levels and you would still be susceptible to those laws there even if ‘back home’ it’s less stringent. (Although that is a PSA for all the laws really.)

Edit: knowing your limit is important for many reasons, but one of the reasons also it’s so you know how you feel at different levels because if suddenly you are feeling super drunk and you have literally only had one drink, then something else might be going on and you could be in danger for reasons other than alcohol.

Stay safe, friends, and make good decisions.

i love when fic writers who have clearly never tried any kind of alcohol in their lives try to write someone drinking bc they're always like

"he ordered a tall glass of hard liquor. after three large glasses he was feeling tipsy" like babygirl i can't be sure but i think u just sent this man to the hospital