#binge drinking

[its-brigsby]

Dyed my hair - colour is up for debate

[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…

[trans-wojak]

I’m gonna attempt to quit drinking alcohol again. I’m only having a drink now cause I’m scared of dangerous withdrawal symptoms. (Alcohol withdrawal can kill you)

any advice/suggestions/support are immensely appreciated 🌻

[burpgut]

A kink fic I wrote about Hawks from My Hero Academia

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46509778

[carrotzcake]

well the good news is i didn't use ED symptoms much this week. but drinking got bad, i lost my phone and fell on my face😣i've gotten a replacement phone but that involved informing my parents which was frustrating, to say the least. they'll be in town this week and i've finally convinced them to have a family session so hopefully that will go well; i see my therapist individually beforehand so that should help.

[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.