#drinking as coping mechanism

[epicthemusical]

Thoughts/HC for Perimedes and Elpenor

WARNING ABUSIVE PARENTS AND UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS

a lot of this was inspired from this fic series and this Tumblr user so check both of them out!

@amazingmsme

Now as the two youngest crew members they are definitely effected a lot more by the war. They have just barely considered men when they leave. One thing they both have in common is they don't know what it is like to actually have a father(will explain later)

Past/home life:

Okay so for Perimedes he is an only child with abusive parents. His parents used to show how much they loved each other but the marriage went downhill and now all the do is argue. The parents often yell and hit him in their anger. Perimedes had to learn to take care of himself and not depend on anyone else. He also learned that love is something toxic and should be avoided. Caring for someone leads to getting hurt.

Now for Elpenor. Elpenor is the oldest of 3 the other two being twin sisters and toddlers when he leaves. He grew up without a father for majority of his life since his dad died early in his life. As the only guy left in the family he teaches himself to hide any of his pain from others because he felt he had to take care of the family in his father's place.

Interactions with the crew

Perimedes keeps his distance emotionally from everyone on the crew. Nobody manages to get through his high walls he has built. The first person to find their way inside his walls is Elpenor. He doesn't know how they did it maybe it was the feeling of being needed,to be relied on. Maybe it was the fact they are the youngest on the crew and similar ages. Maybe it's his smiles and laughter that made Perimedes feel happier and lighter. Whatever it was it terrified him. Eventually another person manages to make it through his walls, Polites. He doesn't know how he feels about Polites. It's different than he feels with Elpenor. He learns to look up to Polites and is the person he goes to with his issues and looks to him for guidance. Polites helps teach him about life and how to do things ranging from how to sail a ship to the aftermath of his first kill. It isn't till after Polites dies that he realizes that he had seen Polites as a father figure or at least what a father SHOULD have been. The pain from his death enforces the idea he has that caring about someone leads to being hurt and he pushes away Elpenor scared of how much Polites death hurt him. When Elpenor dies at Circe island he doesn't notice still determined to avoid him so when he sees Elpenor in the Underworld Perimedes feels so guilty over not being there for him.He decides then and there to never love anyone or anything other than himself ever again.

Elpenor had two masks he puts on for the crew at first. The first mask tries to show how mature and dependable he is because that's all he knows from home. Eventually he realizes that as the youngest he doesn't have to be dependable, that nobody needs to rely on him and it feels freeing. However after he gets rid of the first mask he has a second one that hides any of his pain behind pranks, smiles, and laughter. He still can't bring himself to show his issues to the crew. He sees Perimedes and how detached he is and is determined to become his friend. It takes a lot of time but he is so happy that his efforts finally pay off and they become close friends. Just like Perimedes he looks up to Polites as his father figure. The only two of the crew he lets his second mask drop around is Perimedes and Polites. He never really understood why some of the crew turns to alcohol as he never liked it himself preferring to talk out his issues with the two people he trusts. But then Polites dies and it hurts to lose his father figure. After that Perimedes turns colder and pushes him away leaving him alone. The two people he trusted and kept close are no longer there for him. After watching all the men die to Poseidon he has a lot of nightmares and by the time they arrive at Circe island the nightmares along with the fact Perimedes is still keeping his distance he decides to turn to alcohol for the first time. He sits up on the roof looking up at the sky. He drinks and drinks hoping it will make him forget, that it will dull the pain. Before long he can't think just like he wanted. Everything seems so far away when he accidentally walks off the roof. He sees the crew from the banks of the river in the underworld as he calls out to Perimedes all he can say is his last thoughts.

I died and nobody noticed...

I died and nobody cared...

[katboykirby]

ANOTHER drunk Satan card!

[lizzzytherat0]

I love how seriously they addressed hollyberry cookie's drinking problem because usually it's all jokes about her drinking berry juice and being drunk 24/7 but it still stems from a dark and heavy sadness she had after the war and after thinking she lost one of her best friends

[bunnirabbits]

not sure if i want nanami to be a super experienced older man who will take the reigns in bed straight away, or a poor, overworked soul who’s never gotten the chance to lose his virginity so i can hold his hand and stare lovingly into his eyes as he cums inside a woman for the first time.

[degenerusssy]

[rainybraindays]

The worst case of stolen valor I've ever seen is Benedicts unearned title as the recreational drug user of his siblings, your honor, he got high ONCE via Colins supply

[boycritter]

it sucks that self destruction is bad for you because its also really fun and awesome

[wiskiemonk]

The more I think about it the more it strikes me that Takasugi's big problem is that he loves deeper than he knows how to handle. He took Shoyo's death harder than anyone else despite arguably being less 'close' to him than Gintoki. He developed a lifelong hatred of the world that took Shoyo away, but also specifically because it made Gintoki cry, and he couldn't handle that. He built an army of soldiers loyal enough to die for him and collapsed under the weight of his self hatred when they did precisely that. He doesn't know how to deal with how much he loves the ones he loves and the only way he can externalise it is rage, against the ones who hurt them (himself included), and against himself for having loved in the first place

[borgialucrezia]

cesare when juan came back from spain shaped up

[djpachipikachu]

nooo dont kill yourself haha you have to make tea and drink it when you get home and then do it again tomorrow and the day after and the day after and one day, as a treat, someone else will make it for you, and then you will have to make them tea as a thank you, one day

[forestshadow-wolf]

Cw: implied homophobia, drinking and smoking as coping mechanisms, angst

Part 1 || Part 2

Soap was always so put together. Ghost always admired that, just a bit.

Which is why is was so shocking to see soap drunk off his ass, alone in the rec room, in the small hours of the night.

Ok, saying he was drunk off his ass was an overstatement, but he was clearly a bit further than buzzed. Didn't even acknowledge ghost when he walked, just continued idly running his finger around the rim of his glass, staring sightlessly into the amber liquid. Where he even got the bottle of scotch was a question ghost didn't bother to think on.

Ghost took it upon himself to situate himself next to soap, pressing his thigh into the scot's.

"How much have you had, Johnny?" He asked softly, something colored his voice that he didn't wish to look deeper into — that's why they worked. Soap toed the line between too much, and ghost let him, laughing it off when it circled too close, and soap always followed.

"Enough. I should pack it up." Soap said equally soft, solem, but he made no move to do so, simply continuing to cradle the glass between his hands. — so that's it, huh. That's how he stays so composed. He's self-aware. Maybe too much for his own good.

Soap pulled the cup up to his lips to take a sip of the warm liquid. Ghost's hands gently guided the glass out of his hands before it reached its destination. Soap let it happen. He still hadn't even glanced at ghost, and he was being unusually quiet. Ghost didn't like it.

They sat in silence for a moment.

Or ghost thought they did. Then a moment later he hears the flick of a lighter, and he turns his head to see soap lighting up a cigarette. Simon frowns behind his mask. Soap takes a delicate pull off the cigarette, and lets the smoke steam out of his mouth slowly. Still, it's like he's looking anywhere but ghost. It's like he's looking through ghost. Ghost sighs — he doesn't like this johnny. — his fingers automatically itch for a cigarette of his own, his body so used to sharing one with the man beside him. He doesn't. There's no real need for one at the moment, just a desire to share something.

"Tell me?" Ghost offers. It's gruff, and hardly sounds like a question at all, but an offer all the same.

Soap doesn't answer. He's eerily quiet. The only sound is their breathing, and the occasional pull of the one lone cigarette.

It's quiet for a long time. Ghost doesn't force anything, just sits with him. Then–

"My da's dyin'." It's small, quiet, as if saying it too loud will shatter whatever's in the air between them. "I should take some leave, be there... but... I won't." The cigarette's almost burned down to the but now. He takes one last drag off it, then snubs it out.

Simon stays quiet, letting johnny think, it's not his place to speak. It's not what Johnny needs right now.

"He'd be furious, I think. He'd tell me to go to hell, maybe in a few more words." Johnny chuckled darkly. "Mum will be devastated if I don't go. And my sisters will never forgive me if I'm not there — mum will though, she's too kind — but... I can't go." He said wistfully, the words come out slow — it's probably the alcohol — he spoke like he didn't know how to stop the words from coming out, and wasn't sure if he even wanted to stop them.

"Why not?" Simon prompted gently, he could almost see the words burning a hole in Johnny's throat.

"We can forget about this come morning, act like this never happened." Soap answered instead, like the words were stuck, but still seared with a need to come out. Or maybe it was the alcohol making him hare-brained

"Johnny..." It was soft, too soft. Soap laid his head on his arms and began tracing formless shaped on the table with his finger.

"... haven't seen him in over a decade, and he was so... angry then. He caught me an- an a boy..." the words seemed to get caught in his throat. "Barely even let me pack my bags before shipping me off. He was so nice before... before he knew. He was so amazing. I always thought I'd be like him when I grew up." Johnny's eyes were wet now, instead of the eerie dryness from before, but that's all it was, no tears. "I should see him one more time for that at least... but I won't. I-..."

"Johnny." Ghost felt like he was intruding, he was seeing something he wasn't meant to see. But johnny plowed on.

"I-... but I don't think I can- that- that I'll-... I don't know h-how I'll survive if- if he tells me to- to go to hell or- or t-to get dead again. I can't- I can't do it again." Johnny's voice shook as he spoke, and the words seemed to trip and stumble uneloquently from his lips.

He seemed to burn out after that, and it was so quiet, like they'd gotten sucked into space. Or maybe it was just simon who was in space, and Johnny was cast adrift in the ocean. He didn't know.

"Lets get you to bed, Johnny." The words were gentle, pillowed in all the corners. Johnny let himself be guided easily, searching for any kind of life raft.

[boatboys]

I just took a roadtrip to Michigan and visited Lakes Huron, Superior, and Michigan - and the trip was made even more delightful by imagining the Fleet far offshore! (Also also the shipwreck museum up in Whitefish Point was extremely interesting and just. Harrowing. Those lakes will eat you!)

A question occurred to me because I spent a few days near Mackinaw City: does the Fleet (or parts of it?) ever pass through the straits into Lake Huron? It would bring them in sight of shore (and possibly under Mackinac bridge if it still stands) so I guess if there’s any hostile city states or organizations in the UP maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea? But the straits seem pretty huge to me! And there’s a whole other lake over there if they wanted/needed more trade routes or resources!

The straits ARE a great place for trade and shipping/travel across the lakes, which is why all the major trade centers AROUND the Fleet have to skirt very carefully around the Fleet's territory to go use them to trade with each other, which is great for the First Nations folks who have have stewardship of the relevant territory. The Fleet still has plenty of the lake to spread out on, so they're not hurting for space, and a lot of their older generations are not wild about the concept of multiple avenues of trade with the outside world, so there's not a ton of pressure toward trying to negotiate their way onto Huron--and while most people in the wider world haven't even heard of the Fleet, the ones nearby are well aware of the "boaties", and their 1. decades of aggressive isolationism and 2. tendency to just outright steal shit from landside, whether that's just information or full actual boats. They're not all that popular! And basically nobody nearby wants them to have access to a whole other lake to possibly start a sister Fleet on and ALSO make into like. A whole fucking hassle to navigate.

The new Admiral Clearwater is less isolationist than her predecessor, but even if she gets her administration to agree with her about making alliances landside, she would definitely have her work cut out for her trying to actually,,, do that haha.

[anythingcanhappeninmay]

Jonsey + other pythons friendship collage

"I've been very lucky to have been able to act, write and direct and not have to choose just the one thing." - Terry Jones

[mentallyamessedpointthree]

Normalize buying handles of vodka and rum just for yourself every week

[woundedsoul12]

Something Something

(I have no words just bear with me)

I blame @officialnostradamus for the Tarquin rot and @babblingrook for maybe possibly getting me out of my funk a little? And as always my partner in crime @amlusa with the medical AU

Let's go Lenaquin (that's what I am dubbing them) because this scene won't get out my head I stg

Lena knew they shouldn’t.

Sure there was nothing technically wrong with his fingers brushing hers as he poured her another glass. Their half eaten dinner forgotten as the wine melted her senses.

It had been a rough day. Busy as usual. Too many patients and too few staff. At least Dr. Gallus had been on shift. Woman was a black cloud but she was the best person in your corner for the worst times.

And today definitely qualified as a shit time. Even before the drowning came in.

[wolfbaitbf]

hi guys. life update got new cigarettes :3