#counter drugs

[a-being-of-chaossss]

Crazy that I can just buy Tylenol wherever. You need a drug to stop a natural neurological reactoin by blocking pain receptors, potentially causing you to get injured and not notice or just straight up addicted from overuse? That'll be 20 bucks at Shoppers

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: Check out. The fully-sexual charged cinematic movement design.

Cnetizens: How did the director come up with the idea to have him kneel on a playing card, adding so much aesthetic energy, is that some kind of genius?

[winniethewife]

I'm getting what is mine (William Tell x F!Reader)

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.  Kidnapping, Sensory deprivation, Non-con, Stockholm syndrome, Drugged, PinV, Fembodied, Oral sex, Bondage, unprotected sex, toxic relationship, Fake Death

Minors DNI

For @romana-after-dark 's Dead Dove Do Not Eat December.

Words: 1162

Just call my name, I'm yours to tame…

I'm wide awake, I crave your taste

All night long 'til morning comes

I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours,

It was Dark, Silent, and the gag in her mouth made chafed slightly at the sides of her mouth. The blindfold around her eyes was secured tight as were her hands, tied together behind her back. She had noise cancling headphones over her ears. Whoever had done this know what he was doing. From what little she could tell she was on a bed, the sheets weren’t every comfortable. She had no idea how long she’d been sitting there, clad only her bra and underwear, the cold air of the room on her skin. Suddenly she feels a hand on her shoulder, she flinches at the touch. It’s oddly gentle, the rough calloused hand caressing her shoulder, then down her arm, lifting her hand, Pressing lips on her fingers and slowly but surely up her arm. A chill runs up her spine, she’s not sure what she’s meant to do, such gentle actions in a situation that was far from gentle. She lets out a soft involuntary whimper, this causes William pause. 

This was something he had fantasized about for a long time. Just taking what he wanted, it had seemed so easy when he had started talking to her at the bar of the casino, when he bought her a drink and slipped the tasteless powder in her drink, when he got her back to his motel room where she was out cold. But it seemed a little harder watching her over night. He hadn’t tried anything yet, showing restraint, just sleeping next to her unconscious body, after making sure she couldn’t get away of course. In the morning when she started to wake, he positioned her on her knees, then watching her squirm and twitch in fear, until finally… he was ready. But that soft innocent sound, that was what made this just slightly harder.

“I’m not going to hurt you…” He says softly, knowing she can’t hear him, he wonders if he’s saying it to reassure her or keep himself accountable.  He doesn’t think about it very long before moving to lay her down, his mouth moving along her body, his fingers curls under the elastic of her underwear, pulling them down gently. She lets out a sob, terrified. For her every touch was so intense. Every single time his lips made contact with her skin, every move he made, when he pushes her legs to the side, when he trusted into her…It was all so much, too much. Tears soaking the blind fold as she cries out, terrified of every second, terrified of her own bodies reaction, terrified of what will happen next.

~

Two days pass, William does everything to take care of her, something she doesn’t expect. He makes sure all her needs are taken care of, but he doesn’t ever take off any of the sensory deprivation devices, just the gag. She has barley spoken a word, just letting him know when she needed to use to the bathroom or she was done eating or something similar. But that morning when she woke up, she realized she could hear the soft breathing of the sleeping man who held her tight. She gasped slightly as he pulls her in closer. His mouth on her earlobe.

“Hello Beautiful.” He whispers in her ear then bites down softly on the helix of her ear. The voice, it calls back the image, the handsome man at the bar with the slicked back hair, and a handsome face. 

“William.” She is shocked, her whole body freezes. It’s all starting to come together now. William kisses her neck and hums softly.

“Yes...God you’re so pretty baby. And you’re mine.” He growls in her ear, pulling her in close, thrusting his hips into hers, she feels his cock against her. A soft moan escapes her lips. She feels instant shame as she does so. William huffed into her shoulder, moving his hips into hers, snaking his arm down to her cunt, running his fingers through her wet folds, drawing more soft moans from her. She doesn’t know what to feel as he moves her body, parting her legs and finding his way with his mouth to her heat. Running his tongue along her slit his thumb rubbing circles on her Clit.

“No, No, No, Please, Please…Ngh.” She tried to move away, tried to make an effort, but he easily held her down as he moved to pin her. “I said you’re mine.”

~

This became her life after that. She was his, and that was her only reason to exist. She loses track of the time she’d been in this one motel room, but slowly she earns the ability to see, to be untied, to do things on her own. Over time she doesn’t even think about her life before, this was her life now, and at some point she hardly recognized herself. She was waiting for William to return after one of the now rare occasions that he left. As He came in the door she stood up from the bed, excited to see him. Like a dog who’s master had been gone all day.

“Hey, look at you, so pretty for me.” He says as he looks over her, she’s wearing one of the outfits he bought her, they don’t cover much, but he likes it that way. He wraps an arm around her and pulls her in to kiss her cheek, then deeply inhales her scent, burying his face in her neck. He nips at the sensitive skin under her jaw. She lets out a soft mewl as he does so. “Mmm…That’s it…Who do you belong to?”

“You, William…Only you.” She answers. Her hands wrap around his shoulders as he growls in appreciation.

“That’s right baby…You’re mine.” His voice is low as he presses his tongue on one of the Hickeys on her neck, a physical reminder of his ownership. After a moment of appreciating his prize he pulls away and looks into her eyes. “You’re ready, sweetheart. We’re hitting the road tonight babe, just you and me, gonna show the world who you belong to now.” He smiles softly, an unusual look for him. She smiles back.

“I’d follow you anywhere, Darling.” She whispers, she means it. She would follow him to the ends of the earth.  She was entirely enraptured by him, not even a thought of what he had done, how she got in this position in the first place. None of it mattered.

“That’s my girl…” His lips meet hers and they move together in sync. He got exactly what he wanted, and all it took was a little persuasion, a bit of patience, and convincing the entire town that this girl…was dead. Now she was his, and his alone. They would leave in the morning around 10, when everyone who knew her buried another woman’s body.

And she was none the wiser, her mind, body and soul were devoted to him, and him alone. ~

Masterlist

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Hazbin gang at the club headcanons

I know we saw some of them go out together but I refuse to believe Cherri hasn't dragged every single person there to the club

Cherri: She's always the one to initiate the club. She's having the best time there and only hangs out with the gang for like 70% of the time. The rest of it she's off making "friends" with strangers. Charlie has to stop her from bringing bombs every single time (she still brings them she just doesn't tell Charlie)

Angel: After the first time he becomes kind of in charge when they go out like as soon as Cherri says they're going to the club he becomes the mom friend. He's got a tote bag and it's filled with everything they need and more. He somehow manages to get drunk, dance, and just have a great time all while taking care of everyone else.

Husk: Husk isn't into the club scene he just likes to drink. He sits in the booth with a beer the entire time watching everyone's stuff like a hawk. He's also the one holding Angel's tote bag. Angel can get him on the dance floor once or twice every time but he tries not to push it.

Niffty: After that first time they're taking no chances. Her cocktails are switched to juice after one drink and someone has an eye on her at all times. She's just not allowed to get drunk anymore every once in a while Angel will make her sit down and drink some water while he watches.

Charlie: Is always uncomfortable when they first get there because she's always a little bit uncomfortable with pda. She sticks with Vaggie or Angel the entire time (they're both very protective). She's probably accidentally bought drugs, no one understands how that happened. She's a light weight and an emotional drunk so she spends a lot of the night telling everyone (including strangers) how much she loves them.

Vaggie: She's absolutely the most likely to get into a bar fight. She's giving people death glares for even glancing at Charlie. She probably doesn't even drink that much because she's on high alert the entire time. Charlie and Cherri both do a pretty good job of calming her down though so she's not a buzz kill she's just anxious.

Alastor: Has only been dragged along a couple times. Stands in the back of the club with his arms crossed because he doesn't approve of the music. Absolutely disgusted by literally everything. If someone touches him, even by accident, they die and that's that. If people weren't scared of him he'd be kicked out. Doesn't drink all that much, even though he really wants to, because he's a light weight and doesn't want anyone to find out.

Lucifer: Is very awkward. He doesn't want to be there but Cherri is just very convincing. I headcanon that he can pretty much only get drunk on Beelzebub Juice and most places in Pride don't have that. He still drinks because he likes the taste of the fruity cocktails though. He hates how loud the music is when he's sober too. IF the place does have Beelzebub Juice there's a good chance he will get shit faced so he doesn't have to deal with this whole thing. He's kind of a slutty drunk (he would never actually sleep with anyone it's just the way he acts). He wakes up the next morning to interesting videos on the Internet after those nights. I also headcanon that he can't be drugged but he knows when drinks are drugged, so if anyone thinks they're going to be drugged they have him take a sip of their drinks before hand.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Man.... I can't stop thinking about Pac and the Risus Pill arc

Pac saying he took the pills because he didn't have any other choice, he was so hopeless he wants to take them until he doesn't remember anything

Pac saying "At least I’m not crying in some random corner in the Island expecting my friends to come save me, and nobody comes save me"

And then the thing he said immediately before that: "I lost my friend, I lost my friend’s friend, I lost my Egg, I lost my child, I lost everything, I'm– I was completely hopeless– so yeah, maybe I wanna be drugged and live my miserable but happy life. At least I’m not in that saddest place anymore."

The blood at Chume Labs

The three graves at Chume Labs

The message he wrote to Cellbit asking Cellbit to kill him if things got too bad, then changing it and saying "lock me up" instead.

The conversation with Fit, Fit pleading with him, and Pac saying "I don’t want to go back to that bad and sad place."

Pac, despite his grief and depression, finding an antidote and saving himself (with the help of his friends)

Literally everything from the Risus Pill arc makes me so heartbroken

[retropopcult]

Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, circa 1916. "Market Street." 

Note the horse trough has a thirsty customer:

[uncanny-tranny]

I've always found the argument against sharps containers being in accessible, public places (e.g. public restrooms) to be weird because... If people are going to use anyway (which, at some point, becomes necessary because withdraw can be, literally, deadly), I'd rather them being able to properly dispose of their equipment. Sharps can be vessels that contain disease regardless of if you use the sharp for medicine, drugs, or drawing blood. It's a matter of the safety of the person using the sharp and other people's safety if the sharps containers are in places where it is known that sharps are turning up.

[chronic-invisibility]

Ok but Phil’s joke actually made me laugh so hard I had to pause the video. Why are there no painkillers in the jungle? Because the parrots-eat-em-all!

[contamination-nation]

[foxfunerals]

Does cough medicine actually do anything??

[unohanadaydreams]

With Mayuri's predilection for psychedelics and undermining his opponents, I think the Pernida fight would've been so cool with mushrooms.

Like.

Mayuri messing around with rate of decomposition of a mushroom to counteract Pernida's physical drawing of reishi which he would've started formulating from his extensive knowledge of Quincies reishi absorbing abilities before he necessarily knew Pernida was doing so physically. And better yet, using a certain mushroom to basically treat Pernida like a big old cancer growth. (Like, cue big, wide smile as Mayuri reveals the reishi that Pernida has been absorbing is the reason his advancement is halting. Because he would use that mushroom JUST to say that)

I don't feel he would need to win and would love to see him lose, but I think it just would've been even more fun--for me--and crushing--for Mayuri <3-- if he would've actually applied his exhaustive knowledge of quincy to the Pernida battle if only because he was under the assumption that he would be exclusively fighting quincy in the big quincy war. Don't even think he needs to recognize Pernida as a quincy early on even!

Honestly, appalling that Mayuri doesn't have more canon dabbling with mushrooms. Like using altered cordyceps in his fight with the zombies?? Creating a horrible malformation of a coffin mushroom that decomposes Giselle's zombies in 3 minutes rather than 3 years...................AH.

I feel like it would've fit TYBW more than the weird fantasy thyroid thing that hardly made sense and had me squinting for 15 minutes trying to cobble together even that vague description--fantasy thyroid thing--when reading descriptions of how Mayuri was using Nemu to beat Pernida and reviving Hitsugaya & Matsumoto.

Also, he would still get to make people trip balls and question their sanity, which is part of his pyramid of fulfillment.

ALSO roots and spores are very convenient when trying to bullshit that Mayuri was actually doing something All Along when he definitely was not.

[sbnkalny]

I give up with kalny's antics

Triplets born, the throne awaits, a Seer warns of a deadly Fate, give up your children, pirate your drugs, steal your kitchen counter* you see, i have all started going BONKERS.

[unfriendlyamazon]

i had a really bad night and i've been sick for a week so guess who's seeing a doctor today

[stonerzelda]

going to turn into a little French woman named crumbélie and just wear a very large very round black hat turtle neck and pencil skirt and walk around like that one beautiful douyin lady

[yubsie]

I used to think Jane Austen characters were being dramatic about colds, but you know what? They didn’t have dayquil or any other cold medicine. They’re absolutely right, this is awful.

[dvoyd]

happy weed day

— sincerely, person who has never seen a weed