#canon drugs

[fictionkinfessions]

For the ask game: I'm a Sevika fictive. My relationship with drugs is, if you know the show I'm sure you can assume, intimate and complicated. I was fairly partial to whiskey and cigars, and will still drink and smoke (no cigars or tobacco unfortunately, since the system doesnt want that risk, I'm restricted to chamomile cigarettes). My relationship with shimmer, though, was much more all consuming.

Part of it was what it did for me. I get a little too fatigued in a fight, in bed, in any situation I need it and I'm untouchable. I'm the scariest person in the room. It doesnt matter how badly I'm hurt, how tired I am, how far I need to go. I keep going and I get the job done. In a way it felt like an extension of silco. No matter what shape I was in it was always there, telling me I'm not done yet, I need to keep going, I have a job to do. It gave me the power and strength I needed. It took what I lost and gave me something better, something to keep me from losing again. There are a lot of days I dont know if I would have gotten through without it.

And then it was gone, and so was he. I couldnt just be untouchable any time I felt like I couldnt keep going anymore. I could have taken it manually, but that felt. I dont know, it wasnt the same. It wouldnt have been helpful for the fast paced situations I needed it most in anyway. And it felt like he was gone from it. Recreationally it felt like a mockery. And god knows I wasnt going to that little fucking rat for a new arm. So I, for the most part, dropped it after he was gone. It was hard, but it didnt feel like a choice.

Part of my relationship with it was what it did for other people. I joined the cause because my dad was one of the miners that ended up dying from lung damage from the grey. I watched how sick he got, I watched our friends, family, neighbors disappear, I watched what it did to zaun. And I watched piltover do nothing but make things worse. I wanted change. I wanted my people safe. I wanted no one else to lose like I lost. And when vander showed he didn't have the guts to do what needed to be done, I backed silco. Because, maybe his choices werent always the best, maybe he was brutal at times. But he would have burned piltover to the ground if it meant freeing zaun, if it meant a change.

And that change looked like shimmer. And I watched what that did to my people too. Some of it was bad. Some of it was very, very bad and no amount of alcohol could drown that out for me. Make me forget what I helped do. But it also changed lives. I watched disabled folks return to lives they thought they'd never get back. I watched people who were on deaths door keep going for years. I watched what it did for silco, what it did for jinx. And I do not regret it. Because shimmer, and all drugs for that matter, cannot and should not be moralized, bad or good. Because it's not a moral thing. It is a tool, and just like any other tool it can be used to fix things, and it can be used to tear them apart, and I'm dissatisfied in how much the show focused on the harm and ignored the good it could have done, it did do.

So, in all, its complicated. I think I did some horrific things, but I would always choose that over inaction. I would never take back the good that it did.

And I would take my arm back in a heartbeat.

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[contact-guy]

the Empty House - part 1

It is the spring of the year 1894, and Sherlock Holmes has been dead for three years. Watson's Sketchbook returns with THE EMPTY HOUSE - part 1! Bonus points to whoever recognizes what classic of Victorian literature Holmes is quoting on the first page.

notes under the cut:

Holmes references dressing as a woman in the Adventure of the Mazarin Stone - I always wanted to see more of that disguise:

Watson is in mourning. Men did not wear as elaborate mourning as women in this era, but the extra wide hatband was one way to convey a deep personal loss. Who that loss is referring to is probably not something that Watson is entirely honest about, even to himself:

There's a theory from Madeleine B. Stern that Holmes's bookseller was a real life person named Alfred B. Clementson, and that he impersonates him in Empty House, so I nabbed that name.

Looks like these guys are okay, after all :)

[gothamite-rambler]

Nightwing (prodding his father's arm with his shoe): Batman? Batman? Hey, Batman?!

Batman (lying on the dirt ground in pain): What?!

Nightwing: You're clearly too… um, sore to drive. I'm going to take you home.

Batman (weakly raising his arm): You… can't drive the Batmobile! You're not equipped.

Nightwing: I’ve driven it before, you had me drive it when I was fourteen. Then I would take it for a joyride around Gotham when I was a teenager.

Batman: You what—? Oh, I felt a pop in my spine.

Nightwing (shrugging with a smile): I did a lot of things as a pre-teen and then when I got my license I really enjoyed taking the car for a spin. Did you know about the time I tried mushrooms with Roy?

Batman: What?

Nightwing: It was a crazy night. I’m definitely glad I tried shrooms once—never again. In the mix, I tried heroin; I can’t remember how—probably snorted it. Just know it didn’t go well. Thankfully, right?

Batman (surprised): You tried heroin? I knew it was odd that you could taste it.

Nightwing laughed, nodding.

Nightwing: Never did that again. It did give me a better reason to want to help Roy. It took time to help him, you know that whole song and dance.

Batman (exhaling as he spoke): No.

Nightwing: Whatever you say Dark Knight who took a drug called venom to become OP. As for me, I ended up in the hospital. The doctor was nice that night. Whew, glad I got that off my chest. Oh, and remember the time I snuck Kori into the pool house? When we first started dating, and then again when we got back together? The second time? Way better. Fun times!

Batman (staring at the sky, wondering if this was a nightmare): This can't be real. I must be hallucinating.

Nightwing: It’s very real. Don’t worry, this last confession isn’t that bad. Sometimes I would use the Batmobile to take Jason out for ice cream. People think we hated each other when he was a kid. It wasn’t like that; I was just going through a phase. But the ice cream always made things better. He was just a little kid back then!

Batman: He was fourteen! Why are you telling me all of this?

Nightwing helped prop up his father on his back and began to walk him to the Batmobile.

Nightwing: Because you’re too sore to stand up and scold me. I'm not afraid of you anymore either. Like, I was a teenager; I did teenager stuff.

Batman: Trying magic mushrooms and heroin isn't "teen stuff"!

Nightwing: Alfred told me you smoked weed while traveling to Germany at seventeen.

Batman sighed, clearly annoyed.

Batman: The keys are in one of my pocket. If you can just get me into the passenger seat, I’ll pull them out myself.

Nightwing: Awesome! Ice cream is on me.

Batman (begrudgingly): I want rocky road.

Nightwing: I knew you'd say that.

[yukinohiko]

caleb admires the parallels between your shared childhood and current habits. when you were younger, you often found yourself chasing after him, tripping over roots and stones, following him like a puppy chases its shadow.

he always caught you, don’t get him wrong. wiping your tears after a particularly painful fall, smoothing bandages over your bruised knees, kissing your flushed cherubic cheeks. teasing and cooing until you smiled again.

you often pushed at him, one time going so far as to bite his hand when he tried to chuck your chin.

“it’s not funny,” you warbled, blinking soft, wet eyes at him. a rainswept flower he wanted to pluck and preserve — but not yet.

“I know, I know,” he said instead as he had carried you back home, lifting you onto his back while you swung your legs and wrapped your little arms around his neck. “you’re all right, though. gege won’t let you ever get hurt, not really.”

you bite him the same way years later; cry the same, too. the sedative he’d given you is slipping through your system; as you stir, you fight him at every turn while he holds you still.

really, he thinks, it shouldn’t be this difficult. he’s doing this for your own good, don’t you see? yes, perhaps his methods are a bit unorthodox, perhaps a bit coercive, but he’s only ever had the best of intentions for you.

when he says all this, so fondly, so warmly, and tries to chuck your chin and make light of the situation, you bite him. just like you had all those years ago; your teeth land in the same place they once had. his blood rushes; something hot and slow pooling like honey in the bottom of his stomach.

he slowly lifts his gaze, pupils dilating as though he were the one drugged, from the bite mark up to your face. you see the glint in his eye; the curve of his lips.

“really? again?” his smile is too sharp. it only unsettles you more, though his voice is as indulgent as ever.

your same gege, the wolf shedding his sheepskin.

“it’s not funny,” you say again, the same warble trembling in your voice. “let me go, gege.”

“don’t cry,” he coos, kissing your tears away so tenderly. “gege would never hurt you, not really. you know that already — don’t you?”

[lavenderprose]

I see we're talking about Emmrich and substances again. I am thoroughly entertained by the idea of Emmrich surviving through Mourn Watch Grad School on a carefully balanced diet of Fantasy Adderall and rarebit. Emmrich also definitely had a cocaine phase, which Johanna witnessed in excruciating detail, and it's why they're Like That about each other. Emmrich became the main character in Johanna's life right around the time that she saw him snort a line off the blade of his own staff, flinch violently, scream, and then do an about-face and corpse-whisper a sixty years dead Mortalitasi to ask his advice on focusing fractal energies in the fade.

That being said, Emmrich hasn't touched any of that stuff in about thirty years by the time he walks into Neve's office the day after Rook disappears into the Fade and asks her where, exactly, one can find an unwise amount of Something That Will Keep Him Awake. Neve sighs and decides, based on the manic look on Emmrich's face and the posture of devastated determination he's holding, that it's not a notion worth dissuading him of.

Weirdly, as she's standing at Emmrich's back in a dark Dock Town alley and watching him carefully sample the wares of the most reliable dealer she's aware of--and oh, the way he dips his pinky finger in and rubs it into his gums? Like riding a fucking bicycle, apparently--she can only think that Rook was absolutely correct. The man is sexy and utterly deranged. Through the sadness and the panic, in some way, she gets it.

"This is good," he says, dropping gold into the dealer's hand and disappearing immediately. Neve's lost him by the time she reaches the Eluvian. It's a week before she sees him next, and when she does, he's got bruise-purple shadows under his eyes, most of a perfect replica of Solas' lyrium dagger in his hand, and the kind of insane plan that only substance can possibly fuel: Recreate original sin. Break into the Fade. Get Rook Back.

"Not on your own, you won't," Neve replies, and goes to find Bellara.

Davrin, Lucanis and Taash finally realize that the mages have holed themselves up in Emmrich's laboratory keeping Ski Chalet Hours only once the hole into the Fade has already been yanked open.

[double-gs]

Okay, i love smut sometimes but can we not go back to fluff and especially ANGST!?!? And i dont mean start off with angst and end with angsty smut or start with fluff and end with fluffy smut, i mean genuine fluff and angst, pure pain or happiness. Its literally the only thing that comes up for most searches, especially on tumblr and its so annoying cause i just want to read something but its all just dick and pussy like PLEASE

Not to mention the amount of DISTURBING "dark content" smuts there are. It's creepy and weird

[emryx]

“I’ve got you.”

Inspired by a fic I found on accident and I’m sobbing over the Teia characterization. 100% recommend

READ IT HERE

Written by @/saessenach <3 We need more Teia-centered works. I love my man Viago, but Teia deserves all the spotlight she can get 🫠

[cupidsncheerios]

do you think he designed the eye of zaun logo pre-drowning and it got REALLY ironic after, or did silco sit himself down to come up with a symbol for the revolution and go “i’ll write your sins in neon lights, bitch” after vander was already long dead

[phoenixtakaramono]

God, William “Billy” Butcher knowing his way around the kitchen is hot and attractive af, and baking cookies for Ryan is cute sh*te. Good job, The Boys (TV) for this visual treat

The Boys S04E03

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve and Gareth as cousins warm up, part two! 

First part is HERE. 

Next part is HERE. 

Reminder: Someone on Twitter proposed Steve and Gareth as cousins whose family had a major falling out, and then someone else brought it up recently and long story short no idea who to credit the idea too bc you can’t search for SHIT on Twitter but it's theirs not mine.

Warnings: Steve and Robin Get (canon-S3) Drugged. 

"I'm just saying the other theater is cheaper." Eddie said around the straw jammed in his mouth. 

He carried the largest bucket of popcorn Starcourt’s movie theater offered, alongside the two boxes of candy he'd also demanded Gareth buy him. 

"Easier to sneak into, you mean." Gareth corrected, with his significantly smaller bag of popcorn. His, he planned to share with Jeff, Grant having snuck in his own food. 

Gareth himself would have snuck in the cheaper (and far larger) snacks, but Eddie had thrown a fit about going to the mall to see a new movie instead of Hawkin’s far older theater. 

Of course, the older theater also had several disadvantages, key of which was terrible seating, and so, Gareth had bribed him with whatever treats he wanted. 

His wallet took a hit but fuck it, at least they got to actually see the screen. 

Not that they even made it into the fucking theater, because someone chose that moment to crash into Eddie. 

Popcorn kernels and soda flew everywhere, with Eddie only avoiding it landing on him and Gareth both by years of dealing with this exact bullshit in school. Of course, the mall wasn’t school, and neither of them had their guard up. 

"What the hell man--" Eddie spat, immediately on the defense, as they both turned to see what jackass wanted to cause problems this time. 

Except Gareth had recognized the person who bumped him. 

"Steve?" Gareth asked, causing  his cousin to totter around and face him. He was in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, which remained to be absolutely ridiculous, but that hadn't been what had drawn Gareth's attention. 

No, that would be the absolute wrecked face staring at him with a doped up grin. 

All thoughts of the movie immediately faded away. 

"What happened to your face!?" Gareth demanded, immediately stepping up into his cousin's space, eyes darting over the damage. 

Recent black eye, split lip, blood splatter all down one side of his neck, nevermind his clothes… 

"Robs!" Steve called over his shoulder instead of answering, body moving as if he was walking on a wildly rocking boat and not solid ground. "Come 'ere!" 

He beamed, which had the horrific effect of resplitting his lips. "Meet Gareth, my baby cousin!" 

"I am two years younger than you." Gareth argued on automatic. He didn’t look to see how Eddie took this little piece of info--he’d figure out what he’d say later, when Steve wasn’t covered in blood. 

It did not stop Robin from reaching out to pinch his cheeks. 

She too, Gareth realized, was clearly high on something, both of them giggling and weaving on their feet. 

At least Robin didn’t appear to be hurt--or at least, not hurt as badly as Steve. 

"What the hell did you two take?" Gareth demanded, looking between them as he quickly put his popcorn back off to the side. 

"We didn't take anything, dad." Steve said bossily, rolling his eyes. He spoke in a voice so unlike himself that Gareth knew his own face was doing something crazy. 

Not that he could stop it because what the hell. 

"What my patriotic friend here means is that we don't know." Robin added, smacking a hand onto Steve’s shoulder. 

(The entire sentence was slurred and sounded like she'd shoved candy in her mouth before she started talking.) 

"You don't know?!” Gareth asked, taking in the way Steve flinched when Robin touched him. Added a mental note to check his cousin's shoulder too. “How do you not know?" 

Gareth wasn't panicking, he wasn't, except he absolutely fucking was. Steve's dad was going to kill him, disown him, and throw the body out of his house--in that exact order. 

Gareth’s parents wouldn’t take him in, not unless his mom felt she could use it to one up her sister in some way which meant that Gareth was going to have to sneak Steve in and out of the house like he was some--some puppy Gareth was trying to keep and--

"Did someone give you two something?" Eddie asked, interrupting Gareth’s spiraling. 

"Give is a very strong word." Steve said with a snicker. 

Robin nodded so much she looked like a bobble head. She leaned in, nearly falling into Gareth in the process. “In fact it’s not the word I’d use at all! I’d use…” She trailed off, screwing her eyes up in thought. 

“Made us?” Steve suggested as Gareth finally gave in to his instincts and reached out to steady his cousin. “Forced us?” 

“Socked it to us!” Robin added with a weird amount of glee, and the two of them once again collapsed into giggles.

Literally, forcing Gareth to try and steady them both. 

Which meant Eddie was right--they’d been drugged. It made perfect sense-- Steve wasn’t the kind to experiment with drugs beyond weed. Had in fact, given a very long lecture about how he’d make Gareth go on runs with him if he ever found out Eddie had given him anything stronger than weed. 

There was no way he’d change now, and especially not around a jobsite. Particularly one as busy as the mall. 

"You can't tell anybody." Robin continued, eyes so wide they were more white than pupils. "But we got truth serumed!" 

As if that made any fucking sense. 

Gareth turned a half frantic, half disbelieving look to Eddie--whose own face scared him almost as badly as Steve's did. 

He was hiding it, and doing a good job of doing so, but Eddie was the one person Gareth knew better than Steve. 

Right now? Eddie Munson was furious. 

Not mad, or upset, or even as pissed as he had been the time Tommy Hagan had thrown his drug box in the river. 

He was enraged. 

"Hey." He said, and the only thing more shocking than realizing Eddie was this mad was hearing him talk in a calming, almost playful voice. "Sounds like you two sailors had a pretty rough time. Why don't we go to the bathroom and get you both cleaned up? I bet you'll feel a little better." 

It was clearly the right move, because both of them looked downright delighted. 

"He thinks we're sailors!" Steve said, cupping a hand around his mouth and leaning to talk in Robin’s ear as if he was whispering. (He wasn’t.) 

Robin’s grin grew impossibly wider, before Eddie stepped forward to help Gareth half guide half herd the two into the nearest bathroom. 

"I know you." Robin said, squinting dramatically as Eddie opened the door with his regular flair, bellowing for anyone in the place to get out. 

It was Steve's turn to nod enthusiastically. "That's Eddie, Robbie." He said.

"I'm honored King Steve knows such a humble peasant's name." Eddie bowed as Gareth finally got both Steve and Robin into the bathroom, trying to get them to sit on the floor before they fell on their asses. 

Which just made a hurt expression appear on Steve's face. "’Course I do. You have really pretty hair." 

It had the effect of making Eddie look like he’d been punched and Gareth had to quickly turn his bark of laughter into a cough. 

"I bet it's soft.” Steve continued, as he pressed his back against the tiled wall and slowly slid down to the floor. “Gare, is it soft?" 

"It's very soft." Gareth agreed, trying to wet a paper towel with shaking hands. Finally he gave up entirely, ripping the plaid sweater he had tied around his waist and shoving one of the sleeves into the sink. 

“Oh my god.” Robin said abruptly, sitting up from her own slouched spot on the floor as if she’d suddenly been stricken sober. “It’s him! He’s your type!” 

“What’s my type?” Steve turned to her, as Eddie leaned his back against the door to the bathroom, blocking anyone else from entering. 

“It’s like--like Nancy! But boy Nancy.” Robin seemed to think this made a ton of sense, and given Steve’s immediate groan maybe it did to him, but Gareth was too freaked out to even begin to process what the hell they were on about.

Probably nothing, given they’d been drugged. 

Eddie seemed to pick up on his general anxiety and poor attempts at shoving down his own freakout, because he gently called out Gareth’s name. 

“I think it’s wet enough.” He added with a raised eyebrow. His eyes drifted purposefully to the sink and with a curse, Gareth snapped shut the water off. 

His hands were still shaking. 

“Give it to me.” Eddie said gently, moving to take the shirt from Gareth’s hands. “Here, swap me Gare, and guard the door.” 

Gareth did, as Eddie knelt down to take Steve’s chin in one hand, and carefully began dapping his wounded face with the wet sleeve. 

“May I ask what battles you two sailors have been involved in?” He said, continuing to sound like playful, fun Eddie and not like he was about to murder half the town (which, Gareth could tell by body language alone, is what Eddie actually felt like) “Did you happen to catch a glimpse of the villains who did this?"

“Robin melted into Steve, rubbing her face in his shoulder. “You wouldn’t believe us.” 

Eddie smiled his most charming smile, a full blown rouge grin he played up as he continued to wipe and dab at Steve’s wounds. “You’d be surprised at what I believe in, my fair lady.” 

Steve tried to talk, but ended up hissing as he ran into Eddie’s fingers. 

“Russians.” He managed to get out, when Eddie quickly took the sleeve away so he could talk. “We got kidnapped by fucking Russians. Also we kinda saw some shit and they’re after us. Possibly you now if they saw you with us.” 

There was the briefest of pause as Steve and Robin stared at Eddie, as Eddie stared back. 

Then Steve and Robin as one started howling with laughter, so hard that Robin’s head ended up in Steve’s lap with Steve’s own head resting on hers. 

Eddie turned to give Gareth a pinched look. “Russians.” He said, still calm despite it all. “Right.” 

Which had to be the fucking drugs speaking. 

Gareth just took a deep breath as Eddie managed to gently prod Steve back into putting his chin in his hand, shaking his head ever so slightly. 

He didn’t know who he was going to actually have to murder, but at least Eddie looked to be on board with acting as his backup. 

[fictionkinfessions]

for the ask game: i smoked a lottttt of weed once i got back to earth.

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[contact-guy]

THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP part one - I really love this story, there are so many interesting parts. Making Isa a woman because it's a gender neutral name and I can do what I want. She and Kate are not legally married, of course, but they had a small ceremony a few years ago, to which Mary was invited, and they live together as companions. CW for drugs as well!

part two to come soon.

ALSO - I'm going to be at Flamecon in NYC on 8/17 and 8/18, table D41, and I will have copies of Watson's Sketchbook vol 1 for sale (I'll put it up for sale online after the con, probably early September). Please please please come talk to me about Sherlock Holmes :)

(this is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!)

[maxissupercool]

thinking about 141 all smoking together… Soap supplying cause we all know that fucker has a plug, punk based ideologies and such so he’s drabbled before y’know.

He corralled Price and Gaz up first since the two have fairly strict routines he’s memorized, getting them comfortable in the Captain’s quarters; the space practically all of theirs by now and just the room they all end up at anyway since Price has the most comfortable bedding and biggest bed to begin with but i digress.

Nikolai was easy to find as well though across base, working on one of the helo’s in the hanger and convincing the Russian to come along was far easier.

Ghost stumped the Scotsman a bit though, had him wondering around base for longer than he’d care to admit since somehow a giant hulk of a man can be sneaky as all hell. But he manages and he all but drags the Brit to join the rest of them.

A blunt being passed around ensues, everyone relaxes and unwinds even if they’re all floating at different levels of their highs — being around each other helps them to relax to begin with let’s be real. They’re all soft, not thinking fully and just making the most of the slow night together.

[jjkyaoi]

speaking of stiles stilinski, the way the entire fandom like. warped his character completely for so many years is still one of my favorite talking points because what do you MEAN pack mother. what do you mean he’s this selfless hero who would sacrifice himself for his supernatural found family…???????????? girl. 90% of the characters we’ve met he’s either distrusted and theorized as killers (most of the time being right to some length but that’s beyond the point) like a cat who hisses when their owners friends come over, and the other half he’s like. made multiple comments about wanting to kill or been. unnecessarily catty to. like . that motherfucker CRAVES violence. the entire show would’ve been completely fucking different if he was the main character. why did the fandom take these things from him when they make him SO interesting

[ineedhjalp]

Edwin Payne canonically reads cheap romance novels with gay male characters and likes them. Just in case you didn’t know

[violent138]

Leslie, glaring suspiciously: "And this is all the medications you're on?"

Batkid: "Well."

Leslie: "You know this doesn't work if you're not honest right?"

Batkid: "No I know, it's just I don't know the names of all of them."

Leslie:

Leslie: "Are you kidding me right now? Where did you get them?"

Batkid: "Some of them are from B's utility belt, in some random pocket."

Leslie:

*moments later*

Bruce: "What was so urgent--" *sees look on Leslie's face* "--how are you doing today Lesl--"

Leslie: "Save it. What are these?" *gestures to assortment of meds*

Bruce: "Well I'm not--"

Leslie: "Do not lie to me."

Bruce: "I wasn't going to, Alfred buys them."

Batkid: "Alfie's buying the drugs?"

Leslie:

Leslie, sighing deeply and reaching for the phone: