#drug import license

[dueranconsultancy]

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[silenthillone]

woman comes into store. wants to buy a book for 5 dollars. we are no longer that company and havent been for 6 years. i tell her this and she doesnt care bc its still a used book. pulls out a receipt from inside the book showing it had been bought for 5 dollars at the old store....... in 2001

[odinsblog]

🗣️THIS IS WHAT INCLUSIVE, COMPASSIONATE DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE

Minnesota Dems enacted a raft of laws to make the state a trans refuge, and ensure people receiving trans care here can't be reached by far-right governments in places like Florida and Texas. (link)

Minnesota Dems ensured that everyone, including undocumented immigrants, can get drivers' licenses. (link)

They made public college free for the majority of Minnesota families. (link)

Minnesota Dems dropped a billion dollars into a bevy of affordable housing programs, including by creating a new state housing voucher program. (link)

Minnesota Dems massively increased funding for the state's perpetually-underfunded public defenders, which lets more public defenders be hired and existing public defenders get a salary increase. (link)

Dems raised Minnesota education spending by 10%, or about 2.3 billion. (link)

Minnesota Dems created an energy standard for 100% carbon-free electricity by 2040. (link)

Minnesota already has some of the strongest election infrastructure (and highest voter participation) in the country, but the legislature just made it stronger, with automatic registration, preregistration for minors, and easier access to absentee ballots. (link)

Minnesota Dems expanded the publicly subsidized health insurance program to undocumented immigrants. This one's interesting because it's the sort of things Dems often balk at. The governor opposed it! The legislature rolled over him and passed it anyway. (link)

Minnesota Dems expanded background checks and enacted red-flag laws, passing gun safety measures that the GOP has thwarted for years. (link)

Minnesota Dems gave the state AG the power to block the huge healthcare mergers that have slowly gobbled up the state's medical system. (link)

Minnesota Dems restored voting rights to convicted felons as soon as they leave prison. (link)

Minnesota Dems made prison phone calls free. (link)

Minnesota Dems passed new wage protection rules for the construction industry, against industry resistance. (link)

Minnesota Dems created a new sales tax to fund bus and train lines, an enormous victory for the sustainability and quality of public transit. Transit be more pleasant to ride, more frequent, and have better shelters, along more lines. (link)

They passed strict new regulations on PFAS ("forever chemicals"). (link)

Minnesota Dems passed the largest bonding bill in state history! Funding improvements to parks, colleges, water infrastructure, bridges, etc. etc. etc. (link)

They're going to build a passenger train from the Twin Cities to Duluth. (link)

I can't even find a news story about it but there's tens of millions in funding for new BRT lines, too. (link)

A wonky-but-important change: Minnesota Dems indexed the state gas tax to inflation, effectively increasing the gas tax. (link)

They actually indexed a bunch of stuff to inflation, including the state's education funding formula, which helps ensure that school spending doesn't decline over time. (link)

Minnesota Dems made hourly school workers (e.g., bus drivers and paraprofessionals) eligible for unemployment during summer break, when they're not working or getting paid. (link)

Minnesota Dems passed a bunch of labor protections for teachers, including requiring school districts to negotiate class sizes as part of union contracts. (Yet another @SydneyJordanMN special here. (link)

Minnesota Dems created a state board to govern labor standards at nursing homes. (link)

Minnesota Dems created a Prescription Drug Affordability Board, which would set price caps for high-cost pharmaceuticals. (link)

Minnesota Dems created new worker protections for Amazon warehouse workers and refinery workers. (link)

Minnesota Dems passed a digital fair repair law, which requires electronics manufacturers to make tools and parts available so that consumers can repair their electronics rather than purchase new items. (link)

Minnesota Dems made Juneteenth a state holiday. (link)

Minnesota Dems banned conversion therapy. (link)

They spent nearly a billion dollars on a variety of environmental programs, from heat pumps to reforestation. (link)

Minnesota Dems expanded protections for pregnant and nursing workers - already in place for larger employers - to almost everyone in the state. (link)

Minnesota Dems created a new child tax credit that will cut child poverty by about a quarter. (link)

Minnesota Democrats dropped a quick $50 million into homelessness prevention programs. (link)

And because the small stuff didn't get lost in the big stuff, they passed a law to prevent catalytic converter thefts. (link)

Minnesota Dems increased child care assistance. (link)

Minnesota Dems banned "captive audience meetings," where employers force employees to watch anti-union presentations. (link)

No news story yet, but Minnesota Dems forced signal priority changes to Twin Cities transit. Right now the trains have to wait at intersections for cars, which, I can say from experience, is terrible. Soon that will change.

Minnesota Dems provided the largest increase to nursing home funding in state history. (link)

They also bumped up salaries for home health workers, to help address the shortage of in-home nurses. (link)

Minnesota Dems legalized drug paraphernalia, which allows social service providers to conduct needle exchanges and address substance abuse with reduced fear of incurring legal action. (link)

Minnesota Dems banned white supremacists and extremists from police forces, capped probation at 5 years for most crimes, improved clemency, and mostly banned no-knock warrants. (link)

Minnesota Dems also laid the groundwork for a public health insurance option. (link)

I’m happy for the people of Minnesota, but as a Floridian living under Ron DeSantis & hateful Republicans, I’m also very envious tbh. We know that democracy can work, and this is a shining example of what government could be like in the hands of legislators who actually care about helping people in need, and not pursuing the GOP’s “culture wars” and suppressing the votes of BIPOC, and inflicting maximum harm on those who aren’t cis/het, white, wealthy, Christian males. BRAVO MINNESOTA. This is how you do it! And the Minnesota Dems did it with a one seat majority, so no excuses. Forget about the next election and focus on doing as much good as you can, while you still can. 👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿

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[eikomp]

CDSCO Certification & Registration | Import License & Process | Central Drugs Standard Control Organisation : Eikomp

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[teaboot]

OH FUCK YALL THOUGHT I WAS *ARMED GUARD*????

BRUHHHHHHHH

I'm the lowest level licensed security you can hire

I work foot patrol for shit like wet cement, construction sites, malls, libraries, outreach centers, and local events

My job is, essentially, human scarecrow

I am not permitted to carry a gun.

I am not permitted to carry a taser.

I am not permitted to carry pepper spray.

I am not permitted to carry a baton

I am not permitted to carry a knife or any multitool containing a knife

I don't have a plate vest

I'm not permitted to make any physical contact outside of administering first aid or in self defense, which must be made in minimal force required to ensure personal safety

I escort employees to make bank deposits, ask aggressive or violent people to leave, and take notes on safety hazards in patrolled areas

If someone bleeds, throws up, or takes a dump somewhere they shouldn't, it's between me and the custodian to make sure nobody slips in it bay bee

It is none of my business if someone is doing drugs. If they aren't an active danger to themselves or others then they're golden

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

If you're selling drugs in clear view I will ask that you please do that elsewhere, ideally with more discretion. End of interaction

If you are using drugs in clear view I will tell you *exactly* where the property ends so you can smoke your bong 3 feet outside of that line where I can't do shit if someone complains. End of interaction

Site Security is not police. It is not LPO. Someone could point you out as you run off the site and say "I saw him shove a microwave down his pants and walk out" and it would be approximately none of my business.

THINGS THAT ARE MY BUSINESS

Overdose in the bathroom. I will verbally check twice that you are conscious, and if I get no response I will warn that I am coming in to check on you. If I find you on the ground I will again try to speak to you, warn that I am touching your shoulder, and give you a jiggle. If I can't wake you up I roll you into recovery and wait for paramedics.

Threatening or harassing staff. You cannot make passes at the highschooler operating the pretzel stand. You cannot tell the bank teller you'll "track him down eventually". The lady at the nail salon said she didn't want to marry you six times now and now I'm your problem

Abuse, endangerment, or neglect. If you leave your baby on the sidewalk so you can shop by yourself then I will be the jerk who ruins your day. If you hit your kid I will become very much your problem. If you locked your dog in the car with the windows rolled up six hours ago and it isn't getting up when I tap the window I'm gonna be the biggest pain in the ass you'll see all day

Safety hazards. Don't shoot off a bottle rocket in the parking lot. Yes it's very cool and you probably won't hit anything important but there's a pretty big empty lot like six blocks away man, what if you nail a kid or something. If you wanna take your bearded dragon to the food court, keep him in your coat or in a carrier. Climb the telephone pole on Tuesday because thats my day off

Client complaints/concerns. Boss says you've been here living in your car for three days and it's time to move on. You and I know it's been a month but between us if you switch locations every couple days around the lot she won't catch you again till at least May. As long as you don't leave a bunch of trash laying out we're good.

END NOTES

If you have tattoos on your face, throat, or hands and you wanna pull something you gotta be so incredibly discrete, is so incredibly easy for Law Enforcement to track you down you have no idea. I know like 3 guys with face tattoos in town, one of them's been my buddy since highschool and the other 2 were introduced to me like "watch out for a guy with a star on his cheek, his name is Patrick Sturblish, he's 43 years old and I saw him pocket a redbull once".

Always assume someone is operating the cameras live.

The courts are so insanely overwhelmed all the time, if you nab something small and vital like bandages, tampons, underwear, whatever and don't have a long list of priors usually even a cop won't bother trying to charge you. If I can't tell you not to steal for the consequences then at least don't get cocky about it

In my own experience if you walk into a big store and straight up tell someone "I don't want to steal but I need this very badly" then usually someone will find a way to get it to you

If someone tells me you're stealing on camera I will let you know that someone caught you and it's your last chance to put stuff back before they do something

If you pull a weapon on me or someone else while I'm working then I'm required to inform police so please don't do that thank you

[corpseedgroup]

CDSCO stands for Central Drugs Standard Control Organization. It is the national regulatory authority for pharmaceuticals and medical devices in India. CDSCO md online is responsible for the regulation, approval, and quality control of drugs, cosmetics, medical devices, and diagnostics in the country. It operates under the Ministry of Health and Family Welfare, Government of India.

[somecunttookmyurl]

It's also reflective of what you can get within Japan. afaik lisdexamfetamine and methylphenidate (vyvanse/elvanse and ritalin/concerta) are the only adhd medications you can be prescribed in japan

your posts today are how i found out if i ever went to japan i wouldn't be able to take my medication even with a letter (adderall)

the controlled substances list for japan is hysterical and bizarre and only gets funnier the longer you look at it

-there are only FOUR substances on planet earth that are straight up prohibited like cannot bring them in legally even with the correct paperwork

-they are heroin, methamphetamine, amphetamine (adderall).... and cannabis

-there are 3 laws that collectively deal with substances. the narcotics & psychotropics law, the stimulants & stimulants raw materials law.... and the cannabis law

-the latter 2 were clearly drafted later because the only things defined as "stimulants" are methamphetamine, amphetamine, and lisdexamphetamine. that's not a stimulants law that's an amphetamine law

-this means cocaine and MDMA are classed as narcotics not stimulants

-this means that technically, hypothetically, you could import cocaine easier than adderall

-THC is not defined as a cannabis product

-You can bring in THC as long as it is not derived from cannabis. Unsure how you prove that

-cannabidiol (CBD) is not on there at all

-so you can bring in CBD and THC but not cannabis

-flatpack cannabis. some assembly required.

-the result of this list is that cannabis is more illegal than cocaine, morphine, barbituates, MDMA, LSD, GHB, and fentanyl

-adderall is also more illegal than any of those

-dexamfetamine, which is the same drug as lisdexamfetamine but shorter acting (the body converts lisdexamfetamine into dexamfetamine that's why it's slower release) is not on the list at all

-on a legal technicality i will not be arguing at the border i could bring in dexamfetamine without any paperwork at all because they forgot it existed

-levoamphetamine also is not on the list

-lisdexamfetamine is the only thing labelled as a "stimulants raw material" the two actual stimulants raw materials (ie, component parts of amphetamine) are not on the list. lisdexamfetamine is not a component part of adderall, it's an altered version of a component part.

-technically you can make DIY adderall on the other side of the gate

-it would still be easier to get in with cocaine

[wirewitchviolet]

That thing about 'the arc of history bending towards justice...'

I'm pretty sure I've gone on about this before, and I'm pretty sure I'm preaching to the choir, but I just had a well-intentioned acquaintance try to give an inspirational speech about American trans people's fears right now, and his heart was in the right place, but all his facts were wrong, in some really important ways. I feel like the perspective he has is the same one as... basically every decent person who isn't like, intimately familiar with WPATH, so please spread this around, and please if you only read one rambling history lesson from a trans person about the current state of things, make it this one.

So here's the big problem. Trans people get brought up in the mainstream media a LOT these days, but the framing is totally wrong. The impression people get is that there is presently a big push for new trans rights, where we want proper government recognition, and trans women in particular want to be able to use public women's restrooms, and play on girls-only sports teams, and a dozen other things. That is a lie you are being fed. These are all rights we ALREADY HAD, for decades. Possibly centuries depending what we're talking about specifically and where we're talking, even. The big issue right now is that a bunch of bigots just woke up one day about 10 years ago and decided that nothing else they were angling for was getting them anywhere with the general public, so hey let's make a boogieman out of this minority of a minority nobody knows the first thing about and act like all the horrors they're inflicting are just them enforcing some totally fictional status quo.

Speaking personally, I can say that The Trans Agenda in like 2014 was something like: 1- I'm gonna make a nice big pot of chili. 2- I'm gonna maybe replay some old video games from the '90s I haven't taken down off the shelf in a while. And OK maybe 3- It'd be cool if it weren't just the medical professionals who specifically specialize in trans stuff had enough of an education to know that when there's a difference in how a drug is going to effect men vs. women, it's for reasons directly tied to the levels of various hormones, or would at least trust their trans patients to know what we're talking about and not give us the wrong doses of things and maybe kill us as a result. And also like, treat us for regular things like broken arms (real example) without weirdly panicking about some prescription we're on they don't recognize.

There was absolutely not a point where some trans woman started petitioning the government or whatever to let her pee in a toilet with a little placard of a stick figure in a dress in front. We've just been doing that the whole time. Nobody's ever had a problem with that. You didn't know we were in there? OK. If I'm like at a restaurant and have to use the bathroom, I don't know how many of the other women in there have like, type O blood. I also don't care, and I think everyone would agree it was weird if I suddenly did care, and demand they post a guard out front asking to see driver's licenses. Just completely out of the blue some nutcases from the UK started foaming at the mouth and writing weird tabloid articles about their completely unfounded fears that... I don't even know. Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs might put on a wig and follow them into the bathroom, dose them with chloroform, and drag them to some basement dungeon through some series of secret passages or something.

This was based on literally nothing at all, to be clear. Like, people pushing for this went and did serious research for anything even anecdotal to back them up on this, and didn't actually find anything. Then they started walking into public restrooms with cameras throwing doors open on people and going "see? See? Some creep could totally do this if we don't ban trans people from using bathrooms!" And... somehow this got traction? I figure it's because coincidentally there was this whole other thing going where people were looking at how every building had equal numbers of men's and women's rooms and saying "you know, like, 90% of people who come in here are the same gender and we end up with really long lines, what if we just took the signs down and told everyone to just use whichever?" which... when it's happening at the same time Chicken Little is ranting and raving about the boogieman wearing a cheap wig, wires got crossed? And suddenly we've got waves of legislation passing all over about who's allowed to use what bathrooms with weird standards that'd involve like DNA tests to actually enforce properly. Absurd stuff.

Meanwhile, your average trans activist at the time was just like... sitting there eating a sandwich and going "huh, they're making a TV series based on Fargo? That's an odd thing to happen out of the blue. And yeah we started going "hey, what the hell?" when this stuff started passing because like... yeah that's what you do when you see an article in the local newspaper that says you can't go to the bathroom at work or whatever without swabbing your cheek and waiting for lab results for 3 weeks first or whatever.

Same deal with sports. Major sports organizations like the Olympics have been weirdly paranoid about men pretending to be women since 1950. And there have been, to the best of my ability to research... zero men who have actually done this. And while the weird standards used for this have been used to kick a good number of women out over the years, none of those women have been trans, for what that's worth. Really, the whole gender testing thing has only ever been used for horrifying stuff like forcing women to strip in front of random creeps, or let them do "invasive internal exams" and of course so many incidents where some woman who isn't white wins at something and people move the goalposts to in some way to get her specifically banned. You may be thinking, "wait didn't I just see a whole bunch of news coverage about someone getting banned after some gender testing thing? She was trans right?" No. You're thinking of Caster Semenya. She's a woman. A cis woman. F on her birth certificate, born with standard issue female genitals, has periods, all that. People are just being weird racists there and crossing the streams with random transphobia. That and just... half-reading stories and making stuff up.

To the best of my knowledge, the total count of trans athletes who have competed in the Olympics would actually be... three nonbinary people, who so far as I can tell all competed against people with the same gender they had on their birth certificates, nothing done medically, so, nobody should have any problem there. Caitlyn Jenner, who didn't come out as a woman until like... 40 years after competing, on the men's team, and Laurel Hubbard, the first and only trans woman to compete at the Olympics as a woman, who placed... dead last, flubbing all three of her lifts.

If we just look at sports in general, OK, there WAS one big famous where a trans woman wanted to compete in a major sporting event, was banned from it, took the organizers to court over it, and the eventual ruling was there was no reason at all she shouldn't be allowed to play against other women. Renée Richards. And this was all the way back in 1976. Nearly 50 years ago now.

And of course in more recent years, again, after a bunch of random bigots just completely out of the blue started losing their minds about trans people with no prompting and started lobbying for new laws banning us from all kinds of things nobody had had a problem with us doing forever, there was Mack Beggs, a trans guy, who was forced, by one of those aforementioned baffling reactionary new laws, to compete on his high school's girl's wrestling team. He didn't want to be there, they didn't want him to be there, but the law said hey, F on your birth certificate, we're classifying you as a girl despite how clearly wrong that is. And then there's been a bunch of other weird cases like that like one state banning trans girls from playing any sports with other girls which only affected one single girl in the entire state, who was playing lacrosse on a team that wouldn't have even existed if she hadn't personally organized it.

But the point here is, trans people aren't asking for anything here. We're just standing here, and people are flipping out and banning us from doing all these things without any prompting. And hell, I THINK this one got shot down in higher courts, but when Florida got the brain worms on this and started passing all the anti-trans legislation they could think of, they actually included a ban on us just standing there! The wording was something like (and I apologize that I can't find it, search engines are useless now), "if a child can potentially see someone who was assigned male at birth who is wearing women's clothes, it's considered sexual assault."

It's important to understand what's actually going on here, both because what's going on here is just plain terrifying, but also because there is this huge segment of the population who has this weird idea that people's rights only ever get better, there's just some weird arbitrary ratcheting where you have to take a number and get in line. Like, "hey, used to be only white men could vote, then eventually the Progress bar filled enough that we let white women start voting too. Then we had to wait for it to fill up again, hey, we're ending this whole segregation of black people thing. Gotta give it another 30 years or so to fill up, now hey, gay people can get married! Don't be impatient trans folks, you just need to stay in line and wait for it to fill again for your turn!"

That's not how anything has ever actually worked. It would frankly be absolutely insane if it actually did, but like, this is an idea people get in their heads because history textbooks really like to gloss over all the stuff that makes the country look pretty bad and promote this whole "stuff is just always getting better!" vibe. But no, sometimes, things just straight up get worse for people. Ten years ago I could go to the damn bathroom, I could have social media accounts, I could access all the medications I need to live, I could safely set foot in any given state in the country... at least if I kept some witnesses around at all times to verify I was not in fact hitting on my would-be murderer in any of the black states on this map.

The problem is NOT that with Trump in power, the pause button is getting hit on trans people climbing towards some state of finally getting to be regular people. We were (largely) already there, and there's been a huge push over the past decade to strip that away from us. And Trump plus the rest of the Republican party in general have made very specific promises to make that way worse real real soon, including several things that will straight up kill a ton of us.

Like, when I'm talking about losing access to necessary medical treatments, I'm not talking about "THE SURGERY" and magic pills that give you boobs or beards. A lot of trans people are trans because there's weird medical stuff that in addition to messing with what does and doesn't grow mess with things like whether your blood flows properly and whether various organs do what they should. Just one of those many things the average person doesn't know, because everything written about us is from deranged bigots making crap up.

[familiarscars]

Lost In Control | Bad Omens | CHAPTER 15

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Bad Omens X ex-girlfriend and singer!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and Noah had a difficult ending, but you still need to support each other for the band.

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). melancholy, ex-boyfriends, difficult relationships, alcohol abuse, swearing, drug addiction, violence.

It's okay to not agree with the characters' attitudes during the fic. It's good to remember that the story is fiction from the author's sick mind, and of course they will make dubious decisions according to my fantasies. Nothing is done to be compared to reality.

NOAH

The outburst of fury, often seen as negative, can sometimes be an important part of the emotional regulation process.

That wasn’t the case for me.

I was speeding past 120 km/h on a dark and empty road, slamming the accelerator to the floor, heading nowhere. The open windows let the wind whip through my hair, pushing it against my face, while the pressure crushing my chest was taken out on the leather steering wheel, my fingers gripping it tightly.

Nothing passed before my eyes except the dark mist that had been gradually consuming me since I left the studio.

I didn’t know what this strange feeling was. I had never felt like this before. But it was here, more alive than ever, and it intensified every time my mind wandered back to her—to her words, and that damned air of arrogance she carried whenever she threw in my face how I’d become the most useless piece on the board since she left.

She could.

My head still took an internal hit whenever I tried to stimulate my reasoning, and little by little, my ability to see clearly was disappearing. I oscillated between the need to keep forcing myself to drive aimlessly and the almost palpable urge to end that wretched woman’s life.

Five seconds of distraction, and everything happens too fast. Not even my effort to slam the brakes at the last moment could prevent the violent crash that tore me from my thoughts. It was too late—I had slammed into the back of a car because of my speed and lack of attention. My head dropped against the steering wheel as I let out a frustrated sigh, catching sight of the brake lights on the vehicle ahead.

Beside me, behind the closed window, a woman was yelling and pounding with her fists, trying to get my attention. I stayed still, staring at the dashboard, breathing only through my nose and closing my eyes as though trying to take my anger’s temperature and keep it in check.

Slowly, I pressed the button on my side, and as the window slid down, her shrill voice filled my ears, gradually amplifying my irritation.

“I need your phone number right now, or I’m calling the police!” she shouted, still failing to fully capture my attention. I ran a finger over another, carefully pressing against the skin around my nail, feeling it subtly peel as I applied pressure. “Have you lost your mind, speeding like that on a road like this? What if someone had been in the back seat?”

“Was there?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and turning my head toward her slowly.

“No.”

“Then I don’t see the problem,” I interjected.

With a long breath, I opened the glove compartment and pulled out a notepad and a pen. I bit off the cap and scribbled down my phone number along with my name, tearing the sheet off immediately after.

“If this is a fake number, I’ve taken a picture of your license plate, and we’ll meet in court!” she snatched the paper from my hand with an expressionless scowl.

“If you’re looking for a reason to see me again, you should think of something better.”

She clearly didn’t appreciate the joke, stomping away and huffing as she returned to her car. When her car started, I pressed the button to roll the windows back up. I collapsed, resting my forehead against the steering wheel, shaking my head side to side in disbelief.

I had come this far and had nowhere else I wanted to go.

My best choice seemed to be going back home.

It was like a damn nightmare walking through that door.

There wasn’t a room in this place that didn’t remind me of her. Everything carried her scent, her stray hairs, and when I stood still in one spot, I could hear her voice and the particular laugh she gave whenever I teased her and wrapped her in my arms.

Nothing was mine anymore; she had contaminated every particle of my being with the disease she called affection. I needed to recalibrate my brain’s commands, torturing myself by replaying every moment of the last few days and how I had incessantly avoided letting it all end the way our hours-long conversation had.

I spent the last bit of energy I had ripping my shirt open, popping the buttons off, as I made my way to the counter where a bottle of whiskey still sat. I didn’t bother with a glass, drinking straight from the neck without even flinching at the bitter taste.

I had never liked drinking, but there was no one else here—nothing else.

My music app seemed to be malfunctioning, as it kept playing the same track on repeat, just to remind me exactly where it hurt.

With each guitar solo, I sank deeper into the shadow of voices my mind had become in mere seconds. The sips of my drink were automatic by now, and I found myself sitting motionless on the floor next to the sofa, exhaling slowly through parted lips. Each buzzing sound felt thinner, like nails scraping against a chalkboard, blending with the instrumental of the song, and I was sure I was spinning in a spiral that blurred my vision.

It felt like my body was trapped in a new cycle, faltering without moving an inch. The suffocating sensation grew with each passing moment, but when I touched my neck, I realized nothing was obstructing my breath. I broke the trance with a piercing scream that propelled me off the floor and, in one swift motion, hurled the bottle at the sound system, finally silencing it.

The quiet that filled my home didn’t match the turmoil echoing in my head, and the adrenaline coursing through my veins like blazing embers heightened the noise, amplifying the agony. I walked to the wooden bat resting by the fireplace—a marker of reference—and driven by impulse, swung it at everything adorning the top of the cabinet, shattering the frames to the floor.

Nothing seemed to soothe the rage boiling through every drop of my blood, and I vented it with another swing at the liquor cabinet. The furniture’s frame collapsed into shards of glass, scattering across the room with a deafening crash, along with all the bottles that toppled from lack of support, soaking the laminate floor.

I clumsily wiped my face and noticed a shard of glass embedded in the palm of my hand, surrounded by dark, almost coagulated blood. I could only smile, because even pressing the wound with the sharp piece, I couldn’t feel the pain of it piercing my skin.

I couldn’t feel anything anymore.

Ignoring the countless calls—likely from my friends—I trudged heavily to my bedroom. I yanked out all her belongings from my wardrobe, along with her makeup and hair products, tossing them haphazardly into a trash can. Since she left, I had never touched anything she left behind.

I watched it all turn to flames the moment I held my lighter to her red dress, igniting the rest. I stood there, observing the fire diminish to ashes as if I were watching the greatest of films.

From up here, the city was still lit by commercial and residential lights. This place seemed to never sleep, much like me, as I swung my feet from the windowsill, downing my whiskey in one long gulp.

As soon as I finished the drink, I hurled the bottle into the street without caring where it would land. The wind acted as my protector, blowing in the opposite direction to keep my body steady on the narrow, precarious space where I sat.

If my calculations were correct, a fall from this height would make my head strike the edge of the pool below, likely causing a skull fracture and possibly severing my tongue from the impact of my teeth during the fall, in addition to crushing my bones into dust, killing me before the second cardiac arrest.

It was the thought of a sick person.

But I truly felt sick.

I felt that no matter how much I shouldn’t and couldn’t be near her, I needed to. Every day, our damned dilemma trapped me in a web of sticky edges. I didn’t like how I felt when we were together, but I didn’t know it could be even worse when we were apart.

I hated who I’d become since she left, constantly feeling like a part of me was missing, as if I walked through the streets with a gaping hole in my chest.

Lying on the ledge, staring at the sky, I desperately wished for it to stop burning.

I hadn’t slept at all—if you could even call spending a sleepless night on a ledge a lucid attempt at rest.

It was early, and I, Bryan, and Scarlet—the model from yesterday’s shoot—were gathered at a café near the studio to review the results of the photos. They were excitedly passing one picture after another, analyzing each one and exchanging editing tips, while I was focused on the bandage on my palm—a quick fix I’d had to make when I discovered this morning that I’d hurt myself.

“And what do you think, Noah?” Bryan asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Whatever you decide works for me.”

"Wait!" he blurted, exchanging a quick glance with the girl. "You’re excusing yourself from having an opinion on something? Are you sure you’re okay?"

"He looks like he’s hungover, cut him some slack."

"Wow, what an amazing observation, Scarlet. Want a lollipop for that?" I muttered with zero enthusiasm, and the girl fell silent, shrugging her shoulders. "I said you can do whatever you think is best, but if you’re going to keep asking me about it, I might as well just do it myself."

"Take it easy, man!" he raised his hands in mock surrender. "As far as I know, we didn’t sleep together for you to be this grumpy so early in the morning."

The waitress brought my coffee, placing it on the table before walking away. With the tips of my fingers, I pressed against my temples with some force; my head ached so badly that every word Bryan said vibrated painfully in my brain.

"A few more details and prep to upload to the site before the launch. I wanted to gather the rest of the band to discuss how the van recording will go, and—"

"She’s not going to be in the video," I interrupted, exhaling and hooking my finger around the handle of the cup to bring it to my lips.

"You still haven’t changed your mind about that? Without her, we lose the song. Are you sure you can whip up three tracks in a snap with the tight schedule we’ve got?" he grumbled, shutting his laptop. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"We’re not losing the song. We’re sticking to the original plan," I emphasized, carefully placing the cup back on the table. "It’s going to be a collaboration, just as I decided it would be."

"She’s never going to let you record the tracks without her."

"We’ll see about that."

I wasn’t expecting anything less selfish from her when she had the nerve to puff out her chest and claim the songs were hers alone—one of which we had written together on a plane. By that logic, I could say the band was solely mine, considering she joined after the fact.

Collaborations are common in any genre, and we were two albums in without trying anything similar. I wasn’t keen on repeating the same formula, and this wasn’t just about being contrary to her. But if she wanted to play dirty, so be it.

In the parking lot, just before unlocking my car, I heard hurried footsteps approaching me. Scarlet’s red hair whipped across her face in the wind as she came to a stop beside me.

"Noah!" she called out, slightly out of breath. "I’m free this afternoon. Do you mind if I tag along to the band rehearsal?"

Truthfully, I did mind. I didn’t want to be near her, let alone let her watch my band rehearse.

"Sure," I smiled, not too enthusiastically.

"Great!" she beamed, and my smile immediately faded. "Since Bryan’s already gone, can I catch a ride with you?"

"Sure," I replied again, just as unenthusiastically.

Before shutting the driver’s door, I noticed a noise coming from a short distance away. My eyesight wasn’t great for spotting things far off, but squinting, I saw two girls putting away their phones, their flashes still on. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before getting into the seat and slamming the door shut.

Hell wasn’t anywhere near over.

In the studio, everyone was tuning their instruments and running sound checks when I walked in. A tense silence settled as soon as they saw someone stepping in behind me. Across the room, the girl cleaning the mic stand seemed frozen for a few seconds before she resumed blinking.

"I don’t recall announcing today’s rehearsal as open to the public," she said in a biting tone, setting the mic stand aside and getting up from her seat. Her long hair came undone with each step until it framed her face.

Even though she hadn’t made an effort to dress up, she looked flawless in just an oversized band T-shirt and shorts.

"It’s such a pleasure to meet you in person… You’re so beautiful!" The poor red-haired girl made the gravest mistake when she stepped past me and eagerly placed herself in front of the other girl, radiating excitement—unlike the other, who looked as serious as if she’d been chewing nails. "I’m such a huge fan of yours!"

A piercing glare seemed to cut through Scarlet as she was stared down until she lowered the hand she’d extended for a handshake. I wanted to laugh but restrained myself, shrugging off my jacket and tossing it onto the rack by the door.

"Sit over there and make yourself comfortable," I said, motioning with my chin, and the girl nodded.

“How about we do a themed day at the studio tomorrow, guys?” I didn’t even need to turn around to catch the mocking tone she used. “Everyone brings their pet to the rehearsal and sits them down to watch us work.”

The guys let out a chuckle, and Scarlet frowned, threatening to stand up, but I quickly signaled for her to stay put.

“Is it just me, or is she calling me a dog?” she asked.

“She’s not all there,” I assured her, tapping my temple with my fingers. “Just pretend you didn’t hear it.”

Taking my place behind the microphone, I only glanced at her from the corner of my eye. Sarcasm seemed to drip from her lips as she winked at me, then turned back to her mic just as the music's intro started.

No warm-up, no preparation, not even proper posture—yet she sang as if it were part of her very being. The tone of her voice perhaps carried extra weight, given the events of the past few days, but it didn’t disrupt the effortless way she played with the microphone.

It didn’t feel fair.

All this time, and I still felt like I was losing every single day. She remained inspired, arrogant, fearless, and working as seamlessly as ever.

Meanwhile, I felt trapped in a never-ending whirlpool. But I had always known she was stronger since the first day I met her. Nothing in her life seemed to frighten her enough to unravel even a single strand of her hair. She never allowed herself to be affected, never showed fear, and always tried to teach me the same.

But I was never as good at hiding my feelings as she was.

Finally, the rehearsal was over. I was coiling up the cables to store them in the cabinet while Scarlet had gone out to wait for me in the car. The guys had decided to grab something to eat, though I suspected they were really just escaping being alone with the two of us.

It was just me and the devil.

“If the music video shoot starts this weekend, we’ll have enough time to edit the video before sending it for approval,” she said from behind the computer. I stopped in my tracks when I finished hearing her. She seemed to be ignoring our entire conversation from the previous day—typical of her when something didn’t sit well.

“What part of ‘you’re not going to be part of this’ do you still not understand?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. My arms were crossed tightly, my hands clenched with nervousness—a standard reaction when forced to face her ever-defiant expression.

“So, you’re sulking because you spent the whole night writing, I assume?” she said venomously, lowering the computer screen. “I’m curious to see what you managed to come up with. Care to show me?”

I let out a bitter laugh, rolling my eyes as I took three measured steps forward, stopping at the table where she was seated. I leaned over the wood and locked our gazes before she could distract me.

I didn’t want to catch her scent or let my eyes linger on her lips—not even for a second. I knew that would be enough.

“What if I told you I’m going to keep using the songs you wrote for my band?”

“You’re terrible at telling jokes, Noah,” she laughed.

Carefully, I pulled my phone from my pocket, unlocking the screen, which was already on the page I needed. Placing the device in her hands, I watched as her mocking expression gradually faded into seriousness. The defiant sparkle in her eyes shifted to something melancholic as tears filled them.

“You didn’t…” she murmured, shaking her head.

“Something told me you’d betray me the moment you gave that speech yesterday. So before you could be predictable, I beat you to it by selling the three songs to the label as singles. They’ll be released before the album drops.”

“You stole my songs!” she exclaimed, throwing my phone onto the table and storming away. “Since when did you become Gerard’s little puppet, betraying me in the dirtiest way possible? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, NOAH?”

“YOU!” I shouted back, matching her volume. “YOU ARE WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!”

“This is the most mature way you can handle this? Selling my work to the man who’s doing everything to destroy me?” she yelled, digging her fingers into her hair. “All this talk about excluding me from the recording sessions—it’s all coming from him because he can’t handle someone standing up to the amount of crap he pulls! I’m the only one still fighting for the band, the only one who sees what Gerard’s doing to us while you cower before him!”

She was so furious her hands trembled, matching the quivering of her eyelids.

“You’re letting him push me aside because you refuse to admit that our feud has bled into our professional lives!”

“You were the first to do that when you left me alone on tour because you couldn’t handle the end of your relationship!” I shot back. “You were the first to ignore the band when you chose to self-destruct instead of being professional!”

“And you were so strong you had to cancel the entire tour because you couldn’t sing without your failed ex-girlfriend!” she retorted harshly. “You can use a hundred arguments to call me weak and unprofessional, Noah, but don’t compare me to you!”

A disbelieving laugh escaped my lips.

“I wasn’t the one who racked up a million-dollar debt for breaking a contract out of sheer whim. I wasn’t the one who pulled a song from the setlist because it reminded me of someone. I wasn’t the one who stayed silent while my fans tore your name apart online. I wasn’t the one who played the victim for months, letting you take the heat for being the ‘problematic’ one!” she spat, her words like venom she’d been holding back. “I took all of that in silence and never set the record straight in any forum because I always knew you couldn’t survive a day in my shoes!”

“Enough!”

“This is how all our arguments end—you realize that no matter what you say, your stance is shallow, and you retreat into the same place you always do: silence.”

Her final words were punctuated by the door slamming shut with a force that rattled both the walls and my hungover mind. A momentary flash of fury made me punch the edge of the table, letting out a low growl.

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[vxmpyree]

yapping abt ghost who yearns. tw // brief mention of drug abuse

[ 二人分のスペースはありません。- rory in early 20s ]

despite often seeming detached or cold, ghost is not an uncaring man. 

he did not crawl out of a dying home just to throw himself back into the stench of rot for fun. no, he saved his little brother from prodding needles and taut rubber bands. those he cares about and their hardships are tucked in the recesses of his mind. in fact, he wishes he could do more.

he keeps your birthday scrawled across his calendar, and marks it as an important date in his phone just in case he forgets. and he tries to make room for this one day, but price is always telling him about how they need to do this and that. 

if ghost cannot make it home for your birthday, he is devastated, but quietly. when he finally has a gap in his calendar, he catches you off guard by laying himself on you on the couch. he crushes you with the weight of his thick muscle, begging to be reassured that you do not loathe him for his seldom presence without saying it.

oh, how he misses you while he’s deployed. he keeps cheesy photos of you in his wallet, filling up the clear plastic meant for his driver’s license so that he always sees you. but he snaps the leather shut when someone happens to peek over his shoulder. you are his personal slice of heaven. besides, ghost prefers to keep his civilian life thickly separated from his work. you do not know a lick of what he does, other than that he wears a stuffy balaclava for it. 

when he comes home, it is only to drop off his belongings and change into something suitable. his fridge is empty and his television only plays local channels; he isn’t home often, and not just because of work either. 

no, he practically lives with you now, always smothering you with his presence the moment he gets a second of free time. more than half his clothes are at your place, and your mattress has a slight dip now on his side. and all his favorite foods are there too, although he prefers to make yours most of the time. perhaps he’s scared that if he doesn’t go all in, you’ll slip through his fingers like sand. or maybe he really does just like you that much. after all, when he starts to care, he clings. either way, he would never let you know, never give you enough clues.

[wri0thesley]

(cw: self harm, suicide, dub con, abuse of power, drugging) entirely self-indulgent and gross but i am thinking about

being a fatui member - maybe an analyst or a secretary or someone who works in administration in the palace - who has been having a . . . tough time of it all. who perhaps has been hurting themselves; who has tried to end it all—

but, you see, you are important. your work is vital. and it would take so long to train another, and you know so much that sending you to a proper, licensed therapist would be a risk . . . what a good job, then, that the fatui have a doctor on hand.

dottore is not a trained psychologist. he’s not usually sympathetic, either, and this is really a terrible decision. he’s all set to put you off for life - and then you walk into his office all subdued and nervous and trembling and lovely, and the part of him that is all predator zeros in on what a lovely, malleable victim you are.

all too easy to convince you that you’re worthless, but that he can find some worth in you on your knees with your mouth open. all too easy to give you drugs to full the pain that make you forget the memory of him slipping into your bed at night. all too easy to make you feel as though he is the only thing that matters.

all too easy to get you under his thumb, to recommend that you’re unstable and can’t be trusted in your former employ, to get you transferred to his care all of the time—

[elliegoose]

now that siren's song has clarified that stable states of NHP cascade exist, i think the dichotomy that's been established is really interesting:

even though some of the previous material claims unstable cascade is "inevitable" and thus all NHPs require shackles and periodic cycling, every example provided of conditions under which NHPs enter unstable cascade--e.g. combat scenarios, being forced to commit genocide, being digitally tortured--already made it quite clear that NHPs enter unstable cascade due to reaching a critical level of stress or trauma (which i suppose is inevitable in a society that exploits them and treats them like tools rather than people).

and on the other hand, the bondless was able to enter a stable state of cascade in which they retain their ability to think and empathize on a human level while not being completely restricted to only that perspective because the people around them promoted their autonomy and treated them like a goddamn person.

could this state of cascade turn unstable in response to trauma and cause the bondless (or any NHP in a stable state of cascade) to become dangerously detached from reality? maybe, but something roughly analogous can happen in humans, and society in lancer doesn't forcibly dose up every human with large amounts of space future psychiatric drugs that redefine their entire personality. imo, the danger presented by unstable cascade simply means that the real affirmation of NHPs' personhood is especially important! everything about siren's song makes it clear that ethical alternatives to cycling and shackling have to be found, and that unstable cascade wouldn't be such a problem if NHPs were fully recognized and affirmed in their personhood.

anyway, despite literally being named Non-Human Persons, everything from the game's mechanics (in which NHPs are part of the mech licensing system and mechanically the game is absolutely fine with you treating onboard NHPs as tools your pilot owns) to the way that they're discussed in the lore sections of the core book (in which NHPs are always peripheral and subordinate to humans and evaluated on their usefulness to humanity, and the writers constantly insist that union is definitely worthy of the "utopia" label that it claims for itself despite the exploitation of NHPs being explicitly essential to the logistical functioning of union's economy and administration) discourage thinking of NHPs as fully being people. i'm glad that's finally starting to be addressed with siren's song, given that the treatment of an entire class of people as property should probably be considered the single most important conflict in the setting.

[apas-95]

why do usamerican anarchists even want to cook bathtub insulin like regulations on drug manufacturing just arent exploitative relationships

the only reason anyone ever does anything incorrectly is the profit motive. if you took away all safety regulations and threw a bunch of random people into a machine shop and asked them to build medical equipment they'd do so perfectly safely and correctly, because why would they Want to do otherwise?

i joke, obviously, but that's the thought process - it's fundamentally an extension of idealism: for a politics that otherwise completely ignores the material necessities and restrictions placed on political organisation and the measures they require to apply to the real world, in favour of, essentially 'if everyone just agrees with us our ideas will win', it shouldn't be that surprising that that extends to production.

in reality, of course, there are factors outside direct human control, and the implementation of safety regulations and inspections are an incredibly obvious and necessary measure - *but*, once you accept that, the question is then 'what good are safety regulations without any form of enforcement?', which, for anyone concerned with simply the task of bettering life for the working class, would prompt a response of 'oh, you're right, we'll need some form of enforcement, then.' for a lot of people, that's the end of their relationship with anarchism.

however, the underlying motives that generate these politics - as, in general, idealist political philosophies disconnected from reality don't simply spring up by themselves - aren't about the task of bettering life for the working class. fundamentally, the interests of these worldviews are those of the small-producer, the middle class: they promote a utopia where everyone is a small business owner (whether in a commune or a 'free market'), and, providing no real method to achieve these utopias, function mainly to drive these middle classes away from their character as labourers, and towards their privileges. the question of 'authority', a nebulous concept, has always been specifically the existence of any authority *over the small-producer's enterprise*. it's for *that* reason that, when the idea of 'authority' comes into contradiction with the task of improving the lives of the working people, some *do* decide that 'authority' is more important.

there is no such thing as a definite 'left' and 'right wing' - there are left wings and right wings of individual classes, but they both share more in class interest than they often do with their counterparts of other classes. libertarianism, in all its forms, is a middle class ideology, and shares its flaws - any jab against libertarians works just as well, 'who'll build the roads', 'would you need a driver's license', 'how will you ensure medicine is produced safely', etc.

when faced with these problems, people not married to the need to avoid 'authority' will simply accept the ideology is flawed - there are people who are pre-emptively 'anti-state', but fundamentally, their opponents are not 'pro-state', just practical. the anarchists are the only people coming to the table with a pre-existing, overriding position about 'authority' and the role of the state, and they're willing to abandon all practicalities to support it. functional regulations on medicine production *have* to be considered authoritarian, because that's the point of the ideology.

[rakubalka]

The Black Clover AU I Accidentally Made

I'm gonna be honest what started as me just wanting to explore and develop Noelle's magic kinda turned into a rather big au touching politics , economics , culture , the place of magic and mana In a world and its effects and some more .

And because of me exploring the idea we end up with some rather strange and comical consequences . Some of which are :

Asta being a license doctor

Finral mere theoretical existence being terrifying to people in economics

Yami being a god damn enigma to the people of the Clover Kingdom

Noelle disinheriting herself from the Silva family

Asta being a drug dealer

Yuno being on drugs on a regular basis

Capitan Jack consistently trying to steal Asta for the Green Mantis

Yuno being a terror to the Golden Dawn because he reads and rereads most if not all of the books on law and history in the squads library when he's bored

Yami and Finral being each-other's impulse control

ThePoisonQuarter™ consistsing of Gordon , The Guy with the poisonous plants , Mimosa and The Mushroom guy

Yuno having what is essentially God on spied dial and willing to dial the number of God to rat out anyone rude to his brother

Asta being undetectable to most people and scaring them because of it

Noelle learning how to use multiple weapons and being a menace for it

The Blue Roses trying to make Asta their squad head doctor

Yuno using his training as a Shepard™ to deal with the Golden Dawn as their Vice Capitan and later on as the king to the Spade Kingdom

Vanessa messing with Fate to untold amount

Yuno being absolutely terrifying on a broom with only Asta willing to be on it with him flying it

Fuegoleon Vermilion having to deal with the fact that if the current king of Clover doesn't stop being an ashole to their Patron God's favorite humans , he will probably become the new king of Clover

Asta and Yuno acting as actual siblings and terrifying people with it

Finral issuing treats of himself both stop mitigating damages and starting to personally sponsor his squad if someone tries to make the Black Bulls budget smaller

Hage village potatoes being very important to the world building

Fuegoleon Vermilion having to deal with the very real fact that he might become the King of the Diamond Kingdom

Noelle being a genuine reincarnation of a God

People needing spells to amplify sound to try and come close to Asta's voice

The Gods™ and their almost constantly going on wars having Consequence™

Finral being overpowered

Charmy being terrifying

Demons and Spirits both wanting Asta and at the same time wanting him dead

Klause trying to reign his two gremlins and becoming Capitan without realizing it

Asta and Yuno referring to themselves as twins specifically as the Winterfirst™ twins or as most people in the Clover Kingdom knows them The Winter's Brothers™

Magna being the second fastest person on a broom in the Clover Kingdom

Zora learning illusion magic and terrorizing people with it

Yuno , Mimosa and Klause being honorary Black Bulls members because of how much Yuno breaks into their base with those two

Asta being a honorary Blue rose member

Everyone wondering if Meroleona is also a reincarnation of a God or if she's JustLikeThat™ naturally

Asta knowing how to use a bow and being terrifying with it . And later on teaching Noelle how to use it and making her also terrifying with it

Fuegoleon Vermilion having to face the reality that he is probably gonna end up as king

Asta probably being the best hunter in the Clover Kingdom if not the continent

If you any have questions please ask them

[robertseanleonardthinker]

HOUSE OC MOMENT!!!!!

me making my first oc in years at 1:30 am

name: domingo estrada

age: 25 (january 18th)

race: latino (guatemalan)

gender: female to male. he/him. outside of work, his trans identity is very important to him, but it's something he prefers to not bring up in the workplace.

sexuality: uhh.... yes. he prefers to not label it, as he feels it's very fluid. crushes SUPER easy, though. watch out, if you be nice to him, he'll swoon.

physical apperance: tan skin, hazel eyes, long, brown hair with a slight wave to it. he usually wears his hair in a bun. he is man bun supreme. loves having his hair up. he's post top surgery and has been on testosterone for a couple of years. he's a little below average height and has a fairly average build. he likes wearing soft, comfortable clothes (usually in pastel colors, as those are his favorite). he also usually wears slip in shoes with no laces on account of the psych ward.

role at ppth: social worker on the adolescent unit of the psych ward. he's newly graduated and pursuing licensure (licensed clinical social worker). what his job entails is creating treatment and discharge plans, finding placements for those who need them, coordinating appointments, and assessing patients in the emergency room (those who come in for mental health reasons). he tries to spend as much of his free time on the unit to be there for patients. if needed, he'll sit and talk to a kid for hours.

about: domingo is a laid-back person. he's pleasant to be around. he's usually calm and collected and is good under pressure (great trait for a social worker!) he connects well with the teenagers he works with, easily gaining their trust and allowing them to open up. he's a good listener and tends to remember lots of minute details about people. sometimes he freaks people out with that ("how did you even remember that? i mentioned it once!") he is very passionate about his work and would fight endlessly for his patients. he cares deeply about the teens under his care and works tirelessly to make sure they get what they need.

domingo, though good at his work, also tends to be a bit absent-minded and forgetful. he has adhd and has yet to find a medication that works for him. his phone is full of endless reminders and there's random post-it notes all over his office. if he isn't moving, he feels like he'll explode. something the teens he works with enjoy is that he's always got a fidget and a pack of gum on him. something that helps him the most is using an oral fidget, though he doesn't like to use them in front of his coworkers. outside of his office, he chews gum.... or less preferable, his nails. a habit he's had since childhood.

domingo also has dyslexia. he has learned ways that help him with reading, but still struggles. though he's spent years in therapy working to decrease his shame, it's still something he occasionally feels embarrassment about. he has excellent listening and speaking skills, it's just reading and writing he has a hard time with. he uses a screen reader on his computer most of the time.

backstory: domingo is a twin. him and his sister (teresa) were born to a mother struggling with drug addiction. once she discovered she was pregnant, she tried her best to quit. she was sober for pretty much the entire pregnancy, and a few months after that. however, she fell deep into postpartum depression and turned back to drugs. at first, she hid it. she hid it well. her boyfriend, their father, didn't know until he came home early from work one day and walked in on her popping a pill. he tried to be supportive, but he was so angry at her. he tried his best to help her, but she didn't want it. she was deep into her addiction. one night, he had enough. he gave her an ultimatum. get clean, or he leaves. he gave her a month. she tried her best, not wanting her children to lose their father, but she couldn't do it. addiction had dug its claws too deep into her. she couldn't do it alone. he left her like he said he would. of course, this loss only drove her deeper into her illness.

it wasn't until 4th grade that someone finally realized what was going on in their home. a teacher called cps, but they did nothing. cps would be called over a dozen more times, yet nothing would be done. they remained in that house until they were adults. this is what inspired domingo to pursue social work. social workers had failed him. he didn't want other children to go through that.

his sister also fell into drugs in high school. she spiraled and spiraled for years until she overdosed one night. this was after she graduated. she was supporting herself as best she could. she was taken to the emergency room, where they managed to save her. that was what she needed. she didn't want to be like their mother. she decided to go to rehab, and committed herself fully to recovery. she's had a couple slips along the way, but has gotten fully sober and now lives a wonderful life. she works at a community outreach center as a peer support specialist and advocates for harm reduction.

in the past couple years, his mother finally began getting sober. she committed once more to recovery, and so far, it has stuck. domingo and teresa have a lot of feelings about it. of course, they're proud of her. they're happy to have their mother again. but also... why couldn't she have been there when they were younger? why did it have to be now? that they were both on their own? domingo struggles heavily with this outside of work.

uhh anyways..... that's all for now :3 i'll write more + make him a blog tomorrow.