#drugs are drugs are drugs just because the shit I’m on is prescription and ‘useful’ doesn’t mean it’s any less of an addiction

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

The fact that I have to renew the perscription for the medication I will be on for the rest of my life every six months is so fucking dumb to me. Yeah, sorry! You’re taking this shit every single day and if you don’t get the prescription filled on time you’re going to go into hellish withdrawal. But we have to reconvene every six months to make sure you REALLY need to keep this prescription active. Are you sure you still need to take the med we have said you will be on for the rest of your life? Are you sure you need it?

[corazondebeskar-reads]

get some on my love

QZ!Joel Miller x f!reader

my masterlist | joel fic recs

This is for @justagalwhowrites' Birthday Celebration for Joel. I picked the prompts for QZ!Joel and breeding kink. It, uh. It got away with me. Title from "Gasoline" by Seether because that's what made this get so feral. Please read the warnings.

dedicated to @covetyou bcus it's your tumblrversary bb! and also because of SWAT, the ultimate slutty qz joel fic that lives in my head and pays rent

words: 1.6k

summary: You visit Joel Miller to get what you need.

warnings: dub-con, dubcon due to sex in exchange for drugs, and he kind of springs the breeding kink on her (but there's not a risk), abuse of prescription medications, QZ!Joel Miller, dealer!Joel Miller, smuggler!Joel Miller, filthy!Joel Miller, breeding kink, creampie, menstrual sex, inappropriate uses of period blood, spitting, pussy pronouns (she/her), vulgar language, god i don't even know it's just nasty and they like it, kind of hate fucking, no y/n, no betas no proofreading no nothing lol

dividers by @saradika-graphics

also on ao3

“Well, well. Look who’s come crawlin’ back,” Joel drawls when he opens the door. 

You scowl. “You gonna let me in or not?”

He leans against the frame, a lazy smirk curling. “Gee, I don’t know. You had some mighty strong things to say ‘bout me last time.” He does step back, though, ushering you in. 

“Pretty sure you said you were never gonna look at my ugly mug again,” he adds as he shuts the door behind you. 

“Yeah, well,” you mutter. 

He tips your chin up with two fingers. “Yeah, well,” he mocks. “Well, what? No one else want that sloppy pussy as payment?”

“You like my pussy, jackass,” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Yeah, I do,” he says, cornering you against the door, your back hitting it with a thump. He leers, leaning in. “You know why it’s so sloppy? ‘Cause I fuckin’ ruined it, and you loved it.”

You scowl again, turning your head sharply to the side so you don’t have to look at his smug smirk. The worst part is how right he is. 

“Look,” you mutter, heat rising to your cheeks, “I-I can’t pay today. But I need them, bad. I’ll… I’ll make it up to you.”

It nearly kills you to say. The only thing worse than dealing with Joel Miller is owing Joel Miller. 

“Whaddya mean you can’t pay today? Cunt closed for construction or somethin’?”

You shove him away roughly, ducking out of his grasp to stalk into the living room. “No, dumbass, I’m… bleedin’, you know.”

His responding grin is feral and full of teeth. “I don’t give a shit. Go bend over the bathroom sink.”

“Are you fuckin' serious?”

“You want the fuckin’ pills or not?”

You could scream. Of course you do. There’s not a part of your body that doesn’t hurt. It’s settled into every joint and crevice, an ache you can’t stretch out or shake loose. 

You’d know. You’ve tried. But you’re losing sleep, and the pain makes you too nauseous to eat. His drugs will only take the edge off for so long, but god, you’d do nearly anything for a few hours’ respite. 

“Fine,” you whisper finally, and make your way to the apartment’s tiny three-piece. 

He follows, watching you with amusement. “Strip,” he says. 

You glare, and he shrugs. 

“Or don’t. But I ain’t responsible for what happens to your clothes.”

Oh, fuck him. Fuck him. But you strip—all the way, even though you could have left your top on, but because mother nature has you on her shit list, your usual pain is compounded when you’re menstruating. And when you’re ovulating. Really, so many women don’t even have a fucking cycle anymore from all the stress and malnutrition, but noooo, you were cursed with a fertile fucking uterus. 

The point was that your titties were sore and aching, and the thought of his warm hands groping and pawing at them sounded nice, so off goes your shirt.

He chuckles when he enters the bathroom. “Well, look at that. Eager?”

“Hurry up,” you snap. “It’s cold, and there’s gonna be a mess.”

“Gonna be a mess either way,” he taunts, his hands rough against your hips.

And ain’t that the kicker? There’s gonna be a mess. Your cunt is already sore, and he’s gonna leave a trail of destruction in his wake. 

“Don’t look so grossed out, sugar,” he says, cupping your breasts and looking at you in the mirror. “It’s all natural. Plus, I gotta say, it’s been a long time since I got to do this.”

You’re busy meeting his eyes in the mirror and pulling a face, not catching his last words. He rolls and pinches at your tender nipples, but it’s the kind of pain that sits on the right side of pleasure. As expected, his meaty hands grope unmercifully at your breasts, and you moan in relief at the free massage.

“That’s it. That’s what I like to hear. You ready for me, huh? That greedy pussy o’ yours ready?”

“Uh-huh,” you say distractedly. “Wait—”

“I didn’t forget,” he murmurs in your ear. “Open.”

You open your mouth obediently, sticking your tongue out. He sets a round, white pill on it and turns your head with a firm grip on your chin, his spit landing right on the pill.

You swallow and avert your eyes as he watches your reflection.

“Get on with it,” you rasp.

One hand wanders down between your thighs and strokes through the folds, working you open with two thick fingers scissoring side to side. He doesn’t spend long there, dragging them up to rub at your clit for a moment.

“Make some fuckin’ noise; I can’t tell if you’re wet or not with all this goin’ on,” he grumbles, withdrawing his hand and showing you the slick blood coating it.

You wince, and he laughs. “Y’ain’t scared of your own period, are ya?”

“Fuck off, ‘course I’m not. Doesn’t mean I wanna look at it.”

He grins. The expression is always unnatural on him and usually heralds something vulgar.

You’re not wrong. He brings his hand up to cup your breast, leaving a smear of blood on your tit. 

“Somethin’ kinda hot about it, don’tcha think?” he muses.

“If you say so,” you mutter, but you can’t look away. It’s striking, blood against your skin that isn’t borne of violence.

The thick tip of his cock interrupts your thoughts as he pushes down on your shoulder. You bend, gripping the sides of the vanity as he buries himself inside with one slow thrust.

He groans, gripping hard on your shoulder. “S’better than lube.”

“You’re so gross,” you say, shaking your head.

“Yeah? Then why’re you clenchin’ around me like a goddamn vice, huh?”

“You always talk this much when you fuck, or am I special?”

“Oh, sugar, don’t flatter yourself,” he says with a slap on your ass. “Y’ain’t special.”

“You—ahh—you hate-fuck all your customers?”

He snorts. “You ain’t even special enough to hate, honey. And you can hate me all you like, but we both know you’re gonna keep comin’ back.”

As you scowl up at him in the mirror, you almost wish looks could kill. But he’s right. He’d be no good to you dead because no other dealer in this godforsaken QZ will dose you in exchange for sex.

As it is, he only lets you once a week. You need more than that? Gotta pay like everyone else. Even when you can afford it, you find yourself back here or on your knees or however he wants you every fuckin’ Friday, because a free pill is a free pill. It’s 3-4 hours you can nap without nearly killin’ yourself to afford it.

Today’s pill hasn’t begun to set in yet, but that’s the other thing about Joel. He’s good at making you forget.

Real good.

His hands are on your body, roughly gentle. He’s not careful with his touch, but not careless, either. He wants you to come, wants you to shake and fall apart on his dick, so he can flash you that little self-satisfied smirk borne of bravado he’s rightly earned. 

And you do. You come for him, with his hands on your breasts and your clit. You tremble and moan and your pussy tries to stake a claim on his cock, clenching and hoping to never let go. But it will, and you will. In the end, you always let go.

He’s a different kind of beast tonight. Panting and grunting in your ear, teeth on your neck, sweat dripping and blending with yours. After he’s rung pleasure from you, he settles one hand on your hip and another on your shoulder and ruts into you like a jackhammer. Like he can’t get deep enough, can’t stop until he’s carved a spot for him within you.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he mutters, pushing you down further. “Fuuuck, darlin’, you want this, huh? You want me to fill you up?”

“Wh-what?” you gasp, air knocked from you with each punch of his cock against your cervix.

“Gonna fill you up good, gonna—nnng— gonna make it stick.”

You reach back and smack him. “The fuck are you—” 

But he doesn’t let you finish. He holds on tight and grinds his dick deep. “That greedy pussy, sugar, she fuckin’ wants it. Oh fuck, I-I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy ‘till she’s full o’ me. And you’re gonna take it, right?”

You whimper, holding tight to the sink while he loses his fucking mind or whatever is happening. You don’t know. It feels too good to question.

“Thas’ it,” he rambles. “Gonna look so good, stuffed up, and ev’ryone—everyone—will know you let me fuckin’ breed you.”

Oh god. It shouldn’t be hot. Those words should be stopping your heart, you should be pushing him away, but your dumb cunt has a mind of its own and holds tight to him, each thrust of his cock squelching as you come around him again. 

“Jesus, baby, it’s been too long, too long since I got to fill up a cunt like yours,” he groans, hips stuttering, “oh shit, take it—fuckin’ take it.”

His cock pulses inside you, and you think maybe you die and go to heaven for a little bit—just a little, because when you open your eyes, you’re still in Joel’s grimy bathroom—but there’s a sweet moment where you think he’s right. It’s been too long. Far too long since a man’s come undone inside you, let you feel that hot burst and twitching, it’s divine, it’s—well, it’s making you come again. 

When he pulls out, you stumble right to the toilet, glaring at him as you try to clean up the mess before it happens. “Gross,” you grumble.

When you look up, the way he’s looking at you makes somethin’ awful churn inside, and it’s not just the apparent buckets of cum he filled you with. 

The silence between you is thick. Finally, he jerks his head to the shower. “Get cleaned up ‘n get out,” is all he says, and the door clicks shut in his wake. 

[sentinel-prime-after-dark]

Projecting my period cramps onto Sentinel because he deserves his ego knocked down a peg or two

- 🦋

You so fragging real for this, Butterfly.

I’ve always had NIGHTMARE cramps on my first period day and such heavy bleeding the whole day/night I spend HOURS on and off the toilet when I’m too uncomfortable to lay down and try to nap, which fortunately I’m able to do most of the time when my cramps are THE worst and sleep through most of that. No prescription or OTC pain meds have ever helped for more than six months bc my body is just such a fucking powerhouse it’s like “Oh, what’s this? A new drug for me to build up a massive tolerance to? Don’t mind if I do!” Heating pads don’t work, hydrating doesn’t do anything for the pain (just makes sure I don’t bleed out and freaking die I guess), and eating things like 72-90% cacao dark chocolate that are supposed to help don’t work either. And I refuse to take drugs like birth control for it cuz that shit fucks your body up so bad over time and I am tryna have offspring lol 🙃 So literally my only option is to either sleep through the worst or just suffer

So yeah, there is definitely a part of me that’s like, “Yeah, if I could bestow this female experience upon an evil individual, I would” and Sentinel is certainly one of those I would bestow my agony and discomfort upon 🥰

Anyway, I do wanna say that there is ONE thing that has helped reduce my cramping to a moderate level rather than severe for most of my periods and that is CARIONA! Info below :)

They make pads out of plant fibers that come in all sizes, come with a waterproof travel/storage bag, have no fragrances, chemicals, or unnatural dyes, are super comfy, and have never leaked in my experience even during my heaviest flow (and I’m a side sleeper!). And the best part is, you can just throw ‘em all into the washing machine when you’re done bleeding and wash on delicate, warm water, and light detergent, then air dry them! I always used U by Kotex pads before I bought a variety pack from Cariona and in the year I’ve had them so far the change in my pain has been VERY noticeable. Less pain (still bad but much more manageable), more comfortable, not wasting money and plastics buying $15-30 boxes of disposable pads every month. Cariona’s pads will last 2-3 years depending on use and the variety pack I got was only about $100! This shit’s so good, PLEASE try them out if you get a chance to! They’ve made me and so many other women feel so much better during periods. NOT SPONSORED!

[initiala]

Late night “taking a cocktail of medications to figure out how to manage my new diagnoses and it’s making my filters go away” hours posting

So here’s why you shouldn’t take Ozempic for weight loss, from someone who has to take Metformin (another medicine people use for weight loss)

NUMBER ONE. Ozempic and Metformin are actually drugs for managing diabetes and preventing diabetes. You taking it for weight loss instead of doing the hard thing is making it scarce for people who actually need it for medical reasons. Same thing with people who take Adderall to “focus” for college. You’re making it hard for people with ADHD to access their medicine.

NUMBER TWO. It makes you shit liquid for weeks. I’m not even joking. Your shit will be diarrhea for weeks and that’s how the weight comes off. Your tummy will be upset the whole time. You will be miserable. I know this for a fact because I had to change which type of Metformin I took; the kind you take twice a day made me shit my pants multiple times because I trusted too many farts. SHITTING YOUR PANTS AS AN ADULT JUST TO BE SKINNIER IS NOT WORTH IT. DO NOT PAY THE PRICE. YOU WILL BE ON THE TOILET ALL THE TIME AND YOUR TUMMY WILL HURT ALWAYS AND YOU WILL NOT BE BRAVE ABOUT IT.

NUMBER THREE. If constantly shitting liquid wasn’t enough, Metformin is a fucking huge pill. Like it’s ridiculous. And Ozempic, from what I can tell, involves stabbing yourself in the stomach regularly for injections. Those are your options. Swallowing a big pill or stabbing yourself and hoping you know how to inject correctly.

NUMBER FOUR. Stop ordering medicine online without getting prescriptions from doctors, or “getting prescriptions from doctors” which are actually doctors who lost a license to practice but do this anyway because it’s easy money to get people addicted to drugs they don’t need.

[sakuradeservedbetter91]

a girl walks into a bookshop

Pairing: Kakashi/Sakura

Rating: M

Summary: Sakura and Kakashi meeting in a bookshop. Sparks fly.

Tags: bookshop AU, lots and lots of flirting and sexual innuendo, prescription drug use for pain management, modern au

Snippet:

“Hmm, oh where could you be, trashy romance novel?” Sakura murmured to herself, staring dazedly at the rows of books before her, her reusable grocery bag heavy on her shoulder.

Her eyes finally focused on the brightly covered orange books in front of her, and she gasped, reaching out to grab the only copy of Icha Icha Paradise on the shelf. Before her fingers could touch the spine, long, large, masculine fingers snatched the book from beneath her outstretched hand.

“Hey! That’s mine,” Sakura pouted, her eyes widening when she saw the most attractive man attached to those book-thieving fingers.

“Hmm,” his dark eyes roved up and down her figure, “is your name on it?”

“Yes,” she lied, her face hot from being in the mere presence of this beautiful man.

How was that face any fair at all? He should hide it behind a mask for goodness sake and give other people a chance. It didn’t even matter that his hair was silver, and probably much older than he looked, because he was just so handsome. Sakura felt sweat drip down her back, but that was probably just an effect of the muscle relaxer. Not because this man made her nervous, oh no.

“Oh?” he hummed, his lips quirking up into the most sinful smile Sakura had ever seen. “And what’s your name exactly?”

“Sakura,” she said with a huff, crossing her arms and glancing away from his face, only to gulp as her eyes strayed to the rest of this man’s figure in front of her. “Sakura Haruno.”

Holy shit, he was so tall? And oh goodness, his forearms, what the everloving–Sakura snapped her open mouth shut when she realized where her thoughts were taking her, her ears burning.

“Hmm, I don’t see your name anywhere in this book, Sakura,” the tall man said, and Sakura gulped as she noticed his smirk. “I’m Kakashi Hatake by the way, in case you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t, thank you very much,” Sakura said, and she didn’t know where the boldness came from her, but she placed her hand on the book and tugged. “Now please hand over my book.”

Full story on AO3:

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Man those people on your ‘why are you straight edge’ poll are really showing their disdain for people who engage with any sort of drug… if I may add, I voted for having a medical restriction (my liver is failing thank youuuu immune system) AND I also take prescription opiate medication to help with pain. Every time I take my painkillers on days where I’m not working so that I can enjoy my hobbies I have complicated feelings about it because anti opiate rhetoric is just EVERYWHERE and it’s like… I just want to have a nice day. Getting over the ‘oh but it can be ADDICTIVE’ stigma is so important and it’s really not different just because I have a prescription. People who are so nasty about drug use for recreation are so stressful to me.

Ikr it's like people have such disdain for addicts, and drug users in general. I get upset about this because while I personally am a very casual user and I spend most of the time sober and am self assured so I can walk people being dicks about it off, but I know addicts and their lives are hard enough without all the stigma piled on top of it. I just wish everyone could be addiction neutral and pro harm reduction but they're so moralistic about it. I wasnt the politest I could have been about people not drinking and having sex because I was trying to keep it light and I know people take things like this really serious and it kinda backfired.

But like I totally know what you mean about the opioid thing. I really think that our society could benefit from being a little more addiction neutral, because yeah sometimes substance dependency does ruin your life, but I'm neurodivergent and I've met people where I think that doing life with drugs is better for them. Like you raise a great point about opioids. They're dangerous and addictive but if you're in pain because of a disability you need pain management. It's not really an option if you want to lead a normal life. There's a lot of heroin addicts who got that way because they needed pain management and their doctors refused them on the basis that they might become addicted, but taking a daily pill to improve your life, while it may be illegal depending on the substance, isn't bad. I bring up my own neurodivergence because I've heard of the same thing with ADHD and stimulants. Most people who have an ADHD diagnosis can get an Adderall prescription, but undiagnosed people and people falling through insurance cracks will sometimes turn to the street version. And it's like those people, both the ones with a script and the ones who are self medicating, should not be forced to live a substandard life because of someone else imagines there's some purity to a life without drugs. The goal should be to get those people the drugs they need in the safest way possible.

And I come down really easy, to the point where I forget to take prescription meds and don't experience any ill effects, but I have a friend who experiences a come down from their adhd meds thats not unlike the comedown ive seen from my other friend who's a meth user, and this friend with the ADHD meds can't function without them. But when the doctor and the pharmacist get them their meds on time they live a perfectly happy fulfilling life. That's what I mean when I say I'm addiction neutral. Most people who get addicted didn't just pick up heroin or whatever one day for shits and giggles. When I fuck around with "highly addictive" substances I make sure I'm in a good place and it's not a problem to drop them. People who develop problems are usually either they're escaping from something or self medicating. The goal for society can't be to never do drugs we've had drugs literally for longer than we've been humans.

I've heard second hand of a study which I haven't gone looking for, I might, because as you can tell this is a bit of a soap box for me, where they gave Heroin addicts a prescribed dose of heroin like you would pick up Percocet for chronic pain at a pharmacy, and because those addicts weren't shooting up mystery amounts and worrying where they were going to get their next hit from so they didn't start rattling and all the other things that make addicts lives hell, they were able to start doing things like holding down jobs. That study should have been a game changer. I want addicts to be able to live, and selfishly I want to be able to go to the drug store when I'm bored and say "one mdma high no fentanyl please" and leave with something to spice up the afternoon. That's like, not a moral failing on my part even though I'm not self medicating I'm just having fun.

The way the war on drugs has ruined drugs, which like, genuinely drugs are sort of magical when you think about it. Not just the fun ones either. Like when I was a baby I had a really bad bladder infection that absolutely would have killed me if I had had that same situation just like 100 years ago, but my mom was able to force a pill down my throat and it went away. Since then I've probably had at least a dozen little things like that that would have killed me dead if someone hadn't invented a chemical that could interact with my body and make it genuinely not a problem. and the fact that we have that for things like chronic pain and we're too afraid to use it because of stigma is so insane. Like god forbid people get high.

[kuchipark]

South Park AU where all the characters have a signature drug:

(I personally thought this was absolutely hilarious, and also this was just an excuse to make bad puns)

Mr Mackey:

- Crack/smack

His street name is Mr. Crackey, and later on Mr. Smackey.

He feels down in the dumps and “accidentally” does some crack, after which he immediately gets addicted. He goes on the bender of a lifetime and ends up in severe dept to a scary drug dealer, notorious for cutting off the balls of those who don’t pay him back. He decides to sell crack to the elementary students, with the help of Craig Tucker (also known as Crack Tucker), to pay off his dept. Instead of paying the guy back, though, he decides to try some Heroin and thus becomes Mr. Smackey.

Stan Marsh:

- Weed

Street name is Stan The Stoner, (Stanner for short)

Starts selling weed to replace his father, who gave up on weed for his new acid addiction. When you buy his weed you are legally obligated to say you’re “stanned.”

Eric Cartman:

- Cocaine

Street name is Eric Cokeman.

You can buy either Cocaine, or Coca-Cola flavored anything (including Coke flavored coke). He starts selling it because he can. Nothing you buy from him is safe or clean. But his shit is also extremely addictive, so he somehow still has costumers. Sneaks it into ppl’s food on occasion, trying to get them hooked. He hides the cocaine up his ass, every goddamn time (even though it’s not really necessary) and the stench is foul. He claims that it’s just his signature.

Kyle Broflovski:

- Ketamine

Street name is Kytamine or Ketty-B (Kyley-B)

Doing it as a fuck you to his mom, and because Eric wouldn’t get off his ass about how he could “never be as good at selling drugs” as him. Every time you try to buy from him, he goes on a whole monologue of all the dangers and everything you should and shouldn’t do. He’ll tells you exactly how much mg you should use and strongly advocated for people to buy a scale to perfectly measure it. People usually walk away before he’s done talking, and he constantly rants about it to Stan.

Kenny McCormick:

- Methamphetamine/Cocaine

Street name is Kenny MethCokeMick or just Methcokemick. MC for short

Fought with Kyle over the Ketamine, because he personally thinks “Kennymine/Kennamine” would be a better name than Kytamine. But je settled for selling Meth with Marjorine. He’s also addicted to cocaine and “helps out” Cartman with selling; Hence, MethCokemick. His charm is the key to his sales. Richard Tweak is their #1 buyer.

Marjorine Stotch:

- Methamphetamine

Street name is Metharine

Sells meth with Kenny. Just happy to be there. Really convincing seller. Really sweet but if you fuck her over she’ll do worse than snip your balls.

Tolkien Black:

- Tylenol

Street name is Tylenol Black

Has a whole room dedicated to the “craft” of selling prescription drugs. Steals the drugs from his mom who’s a chemist for a pharmaceutical company. His dad knows this but he secretly loves how pissed off Randy gets when he claims that Tolkien steals his business, even though they don’t even sell the same shit.

Tweek Tweak:

- Meth, obviously

Referred to as The Tweak, or just “tweak” for short.

Doesn’t know he’s addicted to meth. He doesn’t know people refer to him as as The Tweak. His parents put meth in his coffee.

Craig Tucker:

- Crack

Street name is Crack Tucker

Helps sell crack to elementary students with Mr. Mackey. Intimidates people into buying his shit or guilts them into buying it: “Oh you don’t want my Crack? Why? Is it because I’m gay? What? You think a a gay guy can’t sell good crack?! I see how it is...” and it’s super effective. Ends up getting more money than he asked for, to show their support for his queerness. Really saves his ass when his former partner, Mr. Crackey, ditches him in exchange for Heroin and blames the money he hasn’t payed back yet on Craig. Started the nickname: “The Tweak.”

Randy Marsh:

-Acid

Street name is Rancid

He chose this name. No, he does not see what’s wrong with it. He’s trying to get his kids hooked on the stuff so that they can “Finally do some fucking family bonding time.” He calls them pathetic, whiny pussies every single time they refuse. And sulks about his lame kids. Actively shit talks Tolkien to costumers. To the point where he’ll see Tolkien sell someone something and he’ll follow them home and stalk them so that he can “coincidentally” run into them and just so happen to bring up how Tolkien peed his pants once back in third grade. He knows this because he constantly bugs Stan about embarrassing moments in Tolkien’s life and if Stan doesn’t wanna tell him any, he’ll ground him for being a “blood betraying judas.”

Heidi Turner:

- Hash

Steet name is Highdi

Hippie. Sells Hash. Wanted to sell weed but could not compete with Stan, so she switched. Advertises all of it as environmentally friendly, cruelty free and vegan. Gets her girls to hand out business cards to everyone around town. The business cards are cute and pink with “WE DONT TEST ON ANIMALS” written in big, bold letters. Her shit is FDA approved.

Rebecca McArthur, AKA Red:

- Red ice (if you ever played Detroit Become Human, yk what that is)

Street name is Red Ice

Red ice isn’t a real drug, but in this universe it is and it was invented by miss Red herself. According to google, red Ice is “a synthetic stimulant composed of trace amounts of thirium, acetone, lithium, toluene, and hydrochloric acid. The molecular formula for Red Ice given in graphics is C17H21NO4 (the chemical formula for cocaine).” Though the contents doesn’t actually really match cocaine, it looks more like meth that is red.

Jimmy Valmer:

- Viagra

Street name is Jimmy Viagra, but people just say Jimmy V

His cerebral palsy isn’t going to stop him from getting it up. His mission is to give his paralyzed buddies the opportunity to get their dick wet. And he advocates for “Boners For The Handicapped” (BFTH) and is very passionate about his cause.

Timmy Burch:

- Shrooms and LSD

Street name is Trippy Timmy

Jimmy V’s number one customer. Got his nickname by selling LSD/shrooms with extremely powerful hallucinations.

Thank you for your time!

Ps: I realize these street names are actually ridiculous and nowhere near realistic, but that’s why it’s fun

[itsnotmyfaultsomepeoplecantread]

“You have a dependence on your prescription medication.”

Not to say anything for people who have had super harmful experiences with drug addiction. This isn’t about that.

However. If your response to someone who can’t function without their life-saving medication is to call them an addict… Idk I think maybe you should reevaluate your life or something.

Like, yes, I have physical withdrawal symptoms when I don’t take my antidepressants. Part of that is because without it, I lose my shit. Like, just naturally. I go insane. Off the rails. I Do Not Like Myself As A Person Or Anyone Else For That Matter. So of course when I regularly take the medication that helps me feel like a Human Person and not like, Idk, a drowning cryptid that’s somehow also on fire, yeah, you know, I might feel the effects of that. Does that mean I need to get off of it? No. Why? Because if my options are to be “addicted” to the medication that keeps me stable, or literally wanting to die, then I’m gonna choose the med.

Of course, this is a fairly mild example because I’m on a lot of fucking medications for my disabilities. Also, some meds stop working after a while because of tolerance levels, which STILL does not mean that the person taking it “needs to get off of meds” for fear of becoming an addict. Those are not the same.

My point here, is that a lot of doctors are now reluctant to prescribe a lot of the medications some of us literally need to function, and it’s because of this culture that can’t seem to distinguish between true addiction** (I.e. non-necessity enjoyment) and medical necessity.

[**There’s a lot more to this part too with healthcare systems and prosecution and shit but tbh I’m running out of steam with this rant sorry].

So anyway yeah. If your response to any person on a prescription medication is to ask them “isn’t the goal to be able to function without it?” OR to straight up call them an addict…

Then you’re an ableist piece of sh*t and I hate you.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[moldybits]

I need to bitch for a minute here so hold on a sec

I understand most people don’t understand how pharmacies work. I don’t think corporations adding in things like drive thrus has helped retail pharmacy’s image either. But holy shit, this video (and especially the comments) fucking infuriate me

First off, I want everyone to know, a pharmacist has the 100% legal right to not fill your prescription for any reason. Now, normally when there is an issue with the prescription, the pharmacist will attempt to contract the prescriber to have something fixed, changed, clarified, etc. Rarely will a pharmacist ever outright refuse a prescription. I’ve seen it happen only a few times- and those few times came with good reasons. Remember, this is their license on the line. If they were to allow a prescription to get filled that could hurt or even kill you, and something did happen to you, then legal authorities come back at the pharmacist first for allowing it to be dispensed. I hate seeing comments like “this is between me and my doctor!!”. Your pharmacist knows more about medications and drug interactions than your prescriber. Your pharmacist is a healthcare professional. For the love of god they’re not fucking fast food workers that stand around and approve every medication they see.

Second, also in response to the comments, if you’re gonna complain about HIPAA, you better at least spell it right. It isn’t “HIPPA” 🙄. Anyway, yes a pharmacist can ask you any medical question they’d like. I can ask you any question I’d like as a pharmacy tech! I just can’t take your medical information and just tell the next random person in line. That is what HIPAA is. We’ve had a woman complain in the pharmacy that asking for her birthday- which is how we look up your medication in the first place- is a violation of HIPAA. It’s fucking not.

In response to the video- no one refused to fill the prescription. What most likely happened is this: Mounjaro is currently only FDA approved for type 2 diabetes. Not weight loss. Insurance rarely covers Mounjaro anyway. Won’t cover it at all for weight loss. There is a manufacturer discount card that can bring it down to $25 (this has changed). In order to bill the discount card, it basically needs to be billed thru insurance first, then be rejected, then billed thru the discount card which would usually bring it to the $25. They changed this for the new cards. Because of auditing, it now only covers the prescription if there is a type 2 diagnosis on the prescription. It will not cover it without it. So what probably happened is that the pharmacist tried to contact the prescriber for a diagnosis when the discount card didn’t go through, the provider didn’t get back to them, so they’re asking the patient (which they can legally do!) if they are using it for weight loss or diabetes. If course, a chain retail pharmacy can fill it for cash, if you’re willing to pay over $1000 out of pocket for it. Which I doubt the patient being mentioned in this video wanted to do. I specify chain pharmacy btw, because an independent might out right refuse to fill it solely based on profit alone. What if they order in Mounjaro, which has a huge cost, and you say you’ll pick it up for cash, but you never do? Now that pharmacy is out major $$$. Not as big of a deal for chain pharmacies, but it can hurt an independent. At the end of the day though, it wasn’t a refusal to fill, it just wasn’t covered and the patient didn’t want it. I’m sure had this woman just called and asked the pharmacist would’ve told her that. 

I do have 1 final point though. I’d like to point out this woman is a NP- Nurse Practitioner- and NOT a doctor. I know a lot of people don’t know the difference between PA/NPs and actual doctors, but I can’t emphasize enough that while she can diagnose and treat, she did NOT go to an actual medical school a doctor went to. Looking at her profile, she works at a place called “Lotus Healthcare and Aesthetics”, which while they say they offer physicals and vaccinations… it seems to me they focus heavily on “beauty and aesthetics” such as spray tanning and lash extensions…. Ya know, real medically important shit. If you wanna learn more about this shit just look over at r/Noctor and you’ll see what I mean

I’m not shocked this woman doesn’t know shit about pharmacies. But she spreads a message that I have to deal with every day at work. Pharmacies, as a whole, are not your enemy. Drug manufacturers and insurance companies will cause most of your headaches. Corporations that overwork and underpay both the pharmacists and techs are also the problem too. (Look, I’m not saying there aren’t shit pharmacists and you can’t have a bad experience. I’ve met awful pharmacists and techs. But most people I’ve met truly care about their work and their patients).

[blackbellybella]

If you’re giving your pet Bravecto or any of it’s off brand counter parts please reconsider.

Hmhnn I like and hate how the right tiktok finds me at the wrong times. My baby tater passed away this year from developing mega esophagus. It was a bit of a sudden decline despite having a pior skin condition.

So we took him to the 1st vet because these random sores would show up without explanation. Best way to describe it he essentially looked like a zombie dog. Our vet prescribed him Bravecto even tho I told her at the time of the skin condition we had not had fleas for almost a year. I’m very particular about the medications and products I give my fur kids because now a days it just seems like people are just playing with chemicals and throwing shit on shelves and calling it a day. Especially with more cost effective pet products. But I reluctantly gave in to my vet because I didn’t want my paranoia to get in the way of my babies health. It didn’t do anything he still had sores because we had no fleas to get rid of also our other dog had no sign of fleas or itching. I went to a 2nd vet they determined it was his food and provided me medicated shampoo he was fine with in 2 to 3 weeks. Shortly after that he started throwing up uncontrollably. This was probably a month or so after his Bravecto prescription. It was single 3 month chewable.

The tiktok was a vet technician talking about how Bravecto has been causing neurological issues in dogs. So I looked into it, mega esophagus is a muscular/neurological issue, he didn’t start developing ME till after the Bravecto. He declined so quickly. The 3rd vet we took him to actually confirmed he had ME and even she was surprised at how quickly he declined in those 3 to 4 months. He passed before we were able to get his blood work fully done.

I did more research the FDA put out a warning for Bravecto and others using the same main chemical in 2018! I asked my 1st vet if there were any adverse effects I should know about and she said there wasn’t anything. There was a whole fucking class action lawsuit against this fucking company. I’m reading forums where pet owners have taken their dogs in for toxicology testing and blood work and Bravecto and other drugs using similar chemicals were the cause of their pets passing and or neurological issues. Some have been able to link Bravecto with Mega esophagus.

Now I’m kinda stuck here with the what if I stuck to my guns when I initially told my 1st vet no to the flea medication would tater still be here. I was desperately trying anything to help him and that was possibly the cause.

[beholdthemem]

Something so frustrating about the meds shortage is that even when I can get my meds, I feel guilty about taking them. Like, I have to go through a whole ass song and dance to myself about whether or not I can justify taking one on a given day- ‘Do we have enough we need to do to make using one worth it? We can’t take these every day, are we sure there’s not another day in the week where we would’ve needed them more? Are we sure we’re actually going to work enough to ensure we wouldn’t be wasting this?’

Like- I need them. The difference between when I do and do not have access to my ADHD meds is huge. Originally I told myself ‘Well, we got through high school without them, maybe we’ll be okay again’, but the difference there is like- I wasn’t GOOD at high school. I just barely scraped by, and that was fine, because I wasn’t delusional enough to imagine I had a big fancy future ahead of me. High school was an unfortunate obstacle, but it wasn’t actually important. I just had get through it each day and go home to problem solve my family’s actual problems.

But I’m not IN high school anymore, and the responsibilities I have actually DO matter now. ‘Good enough’ isn’t good enough. I’m the only one who’s had a solid job in the last ten years, and now that the job is ending, I need to be able to get hired somewhere else. I need people to be able to trust me enough that they’ll take a chance on hiring me, and when I’m unmedicated for long periods of time... shit, I wouldn’t hire me. It’s not that I don’t try, it’s not that I don’t want to do well, it’s just that weird shit happens. The dishwasher gets run without soap three times in a row before I remember to do it properly. I get lost trying to take the bus home from downtown and end up wandering around the city for hours before finally getting back with the worst sunburn imaginable. Just going through day to day life is a gamble, because I don’t know if it’s going to be a good day or a bad one, and the bad ones are really, really bad.

There’s huge gaps in between when I can get my prescriptions refilled. I have to stretch them out. I have to calculate which days will cause the least damage if I fuck up, and which days I need to be at my best. And on the days when I take them, I can’t help worrying that if (Please God IF) somebody finally hires me- what do I do if I run out while working? How do I hide this? How do I convince them to keep me on?

I was told part of why this is happening is because during the pandemic, people whose ADHD used to be manageable without meds because they had a rigid day to day schedule started needing something, anything, in order to do shit properly. And it’s not nice think, because I know how fucking hard this is for all of us, but I can’t help being a little resentful. 

You get to go back to your rigid schedule, and you don’t need this anymore. It was a crutch for you, not crucial like it is for those of us who were NEVER able to manage without it, who couldn’t do the Just Stay Disciplined route, and now the FDA has decided that the possibility someone could be abusing the drugs instead of using them the way they’re prescribed means it’s too dangerous for them to be easily accessible for any of us... but that’s not your problem anymore.

You get to go back to your normal life after fucking ruining mine.

[radioactivecallista]

The drivers license renewal system in my state is fucked up, and I’m not even going to get into the fucked-up-ness of appointments just to renew a license and all the requirements for that, and the months-long wait for the next one. I’m going to bitch about the smaller problems that could VERY EASILY be solved if anybody wanted to actually make things better. Clearly they do not.

1. Print the new license on-site instead of making the person wait up to 10 business days to get it mailed. My old employer could make new security badges in 30-60 seconds. You can have a printer at every DMV (probably two printers, given the low reliability of printers in general) and make the new cards right there.

2. Failing that, put an official seal on the temporary printed license. Maybe have it notarized or something like that. Because nobody accept temporary licenses for anything. They have some limited function, I guess - if you get pulled over you can say “see, my license isn’t expired, it was renewed last week” and maybe the cop will check and then not ticket you for having an expired license. But you can’t use it to pick up medication that requires an ID, you can’t buy alcohol with it, you can’t really use it because everyone is like “lol how do I know it’s not fake.” So put some special seal on it and make it a crime to copy the seal, and amend TABC, drug, banking, etc. laws so that if someone accepts a temporary ID with the seal and it otherwise seems legit, they can’t be held liable if it turned out to be a fake, the person with the fake is the one who gets fined.

This whole thing is stupid. I need to pick up a Schedule 2 prescription. I can’t pick it up until my new license arrives in the mail because an expired card with a current, valid paper card isn’t good enough. Fuck you. I’ll live, but I’ll be in more pain than necessary because it’s not bad enough to justify an expensive hospital trip but it’s still very unpleasant and an unnecessarily cruel situation brought about by overly picky ID laws and shitty procedures. And by the time I get my license I’ll probably have healed enough from the antibiotics and acid reducers that the painkillers will be pointless.

I DID try to get in before it expired in March. In December the closest appointment I could get was mid-March, but then they didn’t accept my proof of residency and legal status (seriously?) so I had to do it over and the next available appointment - 30 miles away! - was June. Next one locally was late August, nope no thanks, I’ll just travel a bit. Also they didn’t even ask me for proof of residency at the second place but they did make me prove I wasn’t an “undocumented immigrant.” First of all, it’s a driver’s license, not an application to run for President in 2024, so who cares? Second, I’ve had a license in this state since 1997 - why do you suddenly give a shit now about where I was born? It doesn’t affect my ability to drive. I could have been born on the Moon for all it matters, I clearly passed my driving test and eye exam.

[poppyknitt]

can’t stop thinking about how i’ve been so heavily brainwashed that all drugs are bad by the school system that i hear about someone taking medication and i jump to “how does it affect you” instead of “how does it help you”. i never express this openly but it genuinely upsets me that we as a society associate medication with bad things instead of what it should be — physical and mental aids. This also applies to weed and (microdoses of) ketamine. These are things that we know help some people with their minds, and yet they’re illegal and heavily stigmatized because they have other effects. And sure, ketamine IS dangerous, but that’s when you’re not microdosing it. We have studies going on RIGHT NOW that are showing that ketamine, when microdosed, is actually beneficial to depressed folks. Who knows what other benefits it could have? Hell, what benefits do other drugs have when microdosed? How can we use these things to actually help our society instead of detriment it by pushing them away? I just. I think about this sometimes because I wonder how the world would be if we actually tried to help our (much) less than fortunate folk.

(and before you ask ‘why don’t you start the research yourself’ i would if i could. But I have a handful of issues keeping me from taking even the first step into that field.)

Just. Stop to think about this, okay? Instead of treating addiction as a form of coping we need to help guide someone away from (and to a better form of coping hopefully), we treat it as a horrible disease we have to get rid of. But why can’t we just give these people access to the therapies they need in the places they need them in, instead of forcing these people to recover on their own? Money. We started all this shit for money, as far as I’m aware. Oh yeah, and racism, but I’m not going to dive into that because I’m white and I don’t have the right to speak on POC issues. So let’s stick to the topic of money: We (this is a hypothesis I have, I am basing this on my prior knowledge of the world) started forcing people to recover from their addictions alone because that generates money in the form of relapses, right? We (the people with power over this issue, really) can’t just let these individuals get better because we know that them struggling is going to get us more money. And sure, relapse is part of recovery, but in my experience with mental health issues, taking steps, leaps, or strides backwards because you don’t have the help you need is so much worse than taking steps, leaps, or strides backwards when you do have that help, because no one is able to help pull you out. It just seems incredibly horrible to me that we have these issues and yet we do nothing to fix them that actually works because we have taught ourselves that the issues are the fault of the people who have them and not the fault of the chemicals in their brain or whatever.

i don’t have insight on how this affects people with physical disabilities unfortunately but having seen my sister have to go off of weed for proper meds makes me feel a little upset for her because i can see that she’s not as relaxed, and she doesn’t even have a physical disability. so like sure weed probably can’t help your physical symptoms but surely it works to keep your mind off of things? I’ll ask my friends with physical disabilities about this.

If you can’t tell, I am pro-legalization. But not anti-regulation. I think these things should be prescription drugs. I think they need to be heavily regulated but legalized, so that people cannot lace and cannot mix things to make their drugs “better” and exacerbate the clients’ addictions. I think they should be pharmaceuticals. I think they need to be turned into something cheap but effective for the illnesses people are already treating with them, just knocked down on dosage so that they don’t cause addiction as quickly or as horribly. We shouldn’t treat it like we did opioids, of course, but we cannot treat it the way we’ve been treating it. Modern attitudes towards this subject are actively worsening addiction and worsening mental illnesses as a whole. Damage done to people suffering from addiction is damage done to all of us, and we need to remember that as a world. It’s no wonder we have so much going on in the minds of our youth, we keep shoving these horrible, ableist rhetorics down their throats so that when they do inevitably get one of the issues related to the rhetorics, they start to hate themselves for it when in reality they had no control over it.

[shallpass13]

Recently had a reoccurring one in which hostile mobs (not from Minecraft, just different groups of monsters) were attacking my home. I had a bit of advance notice and had to figure out how to blockade the building as strongly as possible in a series of stages so that once they took over each progressive part (the porch, the first floor, the stairs) we could have time to fall back, but they wouldn’t be able to get behind us while we were fighting them.

I’ve always been afraid of zombies and other things, real or imaginary, that represent or are in some way related to losing control over oneself and being taken over by something else:

- Spongiform encephalitis (both bovine and human)

- Vines (especially those with aerial rootlets and sucker discs)

- Addictive drugs and other mind-altering substances (except for my prescription drugs and for some reason alcohol, perhaps because it’s more socially normalized in my community)

- When I was younger at least, being in pain*

- To a certain extent, and I’m being brutally honest here, change.

I don’t know when this all started, or why, or how, but I suspect at least some of it is related with my experiences living with ADHD and not-infrequently feeling like I don’t have control over my own brain.

* Right now my experiences with pain and pain tolerance are weird and require further investigation. By this I mean that some evidence suggests I have a high tolerance for pain. Other evidence suggests the opposite. Together, this can mean two things: either I have a low tolerance for pain but my body heals well enough that I don’t feel all that much pain from the things that hurt a lot and I’m used to complaining so I complain a lot about the things that don’t hurt a lot, or I have a really high tolerance for pain but experience what other people would describe as a lot of pain very frequently for some explained and some unexplained reasons. C’est la vie. TL;dr either I’m a huge wuss about pain or something is seriously wrong. Possible third explanation: I’m shit at comparing different levels of pain. Maybe I should try ranking things based on my other measurable reactions!

ok weird poll time???? because apparently i am not normal

you don't need to go into them if you don't want to. im just curious how Not Normal i am because i get nightmares almost every night

[verdantlady]

Reverse Romance Tropes: Too much communication

Another prompt! This was for my writing club and I was completely stumped on what to write about so I decided on a scene from a novel that is more in my head than on paper. I lovingly call it the Lesbian Magical Detective Book :)

Also, I have a hate/love relationship with miscommunication trope so this was therapeutic.

Forgive any mistakes, I hate editing

~~~~~~

Alaris was enjoying her simple lunch from the cafe.  It was beans, rice, and fish like usual, which was a comforting return to routine after days of dealing with her new ice princess of a partner.  According to lovely Mor, the paperwork had been filed wrong… and that was only the first thing in a long list of complaints.

Mor slammed down her tray on the table. “This seat taken?”

Ugh.  What Alaris wanted to say was yes, but even she knew she had run out of friends in the Volgen.  There was about a ten foot radius around her in the seating area.  She needed to double check her deodorant was working, because she was desperate at this point. That’s what happens when you have a short fuse.

“Nope. Not taken.”  Alaris muttered around a mouth full of beans. 

The corners of Mor’s lips turned down as she observed the sad picture Alaris made.

“Right well. Then you won't mind if I sit here?” She said, clearly already settling in.

Alaris rolled her eyes.  You already are, she thought and then opened her mouth to say as much.  “I am having a bad day so I would rather you were anyone else.” The words fell out of her mouth before she could stop them. Had she meant to say that?  Definitely not. Maybe she needed to go home early today. Not like she was going to make progress on the case.

Mor huffed, already starting in on her stew, while simultaneously pulling out the incident report from the potion smuggling ring from their morning bust.  Of course she was going to use her lunch to rewrite it.  “I’m sure.  It doesn’t seem like anyone is lining up to sit here so guess we’re both out of luck.” 

Alaris grunted around a mouthful of fish. Mor rolled her eyes.

“While we're both here, can you rewrite your portion of the arrest protocol?  It’s sloppy.”

“It’s lunch and I wish you would stop talking.” Alaris blinked and frowned down at her food.  That had just slipped right out.

Mor sighed deeply, “Alright then.” And pulled the report closer to herself. “Then you can finish it after lunch.”

“Can’t. Half day.” She’s definitely leaving early now.

“What could you possibly be doing for the rest of the day?”

Quick think of something. “I’ve got an appointment with the apothecary for more dreamless sleep because I’ve run out of my monthly prescription.” A long pause in which Mor’s white eyebrows climbed her forehead. “Shit.” She had not meant to say that. And like vomit the words continued to pour out.  “And after that I’ll probably eat stew at the sad tavern below my apartment.” Oh God. “And later smoke a cigarette with my cat Ancient Demonic Script.” NO “And finally have an angry wank where I picture you doing paperwork in your underthings and yelling at me.” 

Alaris slapped a hand over her mouth. And with her other hand pinched her thigh just in case this was a wildly realistic nightmare.  Please let it be a nightmare. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Fuck. I didn’t mean to say any of that.” She rushed out.

Mor’s face was unusually red, as she cleared her throat. “I think you’ve been drugged.”

Alaris nodded, her face equally aflame. “I think that perfume I accidentally sprayed on myself at the potions shop might have been more than awful smelling.”

“Yes, clearly it wasn’t created for its smell.  Let's get you to the on staff medic, shall we?”

“You’re so hot when you tell me what to do.” Alaris groaned and collapsed forward onto the table. “Somebody fucking gag me before I say anything else.”

Mor laughed.  For the first time all day it wasn’t derisive, but it was still at Alaris’ expense. “I would, but clearly you’d like it too much.”  She tugged on Alaris’ arm. “Come on, before we discover another side effect, let's get you fixed up.”

[alyjojo]

October 🌹 2024 Monthly - Gemini

Preshuffle: There’s a situation that’s caused pain in the family or in a living situation before, you’re finding out something regarding this that wasn’t previously known - clarity & truth 💡

Meditation: Wow. So Taurus’s message had The Empress’s garden, and yours has that same garden but at night-time, you’re like “The Night Watch.” I’m seeing bright lights around everything, like museum displays, and little cameras right next to the lights, because you’d have to look into the light to even see the camera, and no one will. Could be dealing with a Taurus, especially family. Or…surveillance?

Main energy: 10 Cups

What’s going on in October:

9 Wands, 9 Cups rev, Page of Pentacles, The High Priestess & The Wheel of Fortune rev

Your reading made me laugh a little. With Marriage highlighted, or solid relationships, there’s a blip on the radar. You’re showing up as the more practical & stable of the two, whereas your person may shoot from the hip or go overboard in some way or another. You’re used to it. I’m seeing a woman at a bar order ten Jell-O shots and her guy/girl behind her ordering some waters, because “he knows where this is going.” You’re the logical thinker here, the one that’s always prepared. Probably because you love the hell out of this person - Queen of Pentacles, I’m hearing they’re your Queen/King, you could even use those as pet names. I’m also hearing “acts of service,” you could be the kind of person that likes to make sure everyone else is comfortable before you sit down. Or they’re normally that person - but you like to be that for *them* specifically. Cater to their needs, it’s a very sweet, loving, and generous energy from you.

Oh snap...the next row has drug abuse for someone, not all, there are painful truths about this being communicated by someone showing up as The Hierophant. I’m seeing pills 💊 Could be a doctor or a counselor. If not abuse, something missed with medicine, a mix-up even, could be literal pain pills with 9 Wands & 9 Cups rev, I’m hearing “Xanax”. Pain could also be caused because of some kind of medical mix-up. I don’t think this is you, it’s definitely a spouse or the like, for someone that has one. I’m also seeing ADHD medicine for someone with children in school, you could be hearing something from a school counselor even, about that. Or it could simply be your kid has a headache in school and they won’t give them medicine without a doctor’s prescription, even Ibuprofen. Tarot can sometimes make things sound extreme, but I’m getting some lesser drama stories too. On the spectrum of what I’m saying here, and I’m also hearing “on the spectrum” apply to someone. Could be ADD/Autism but that’s not the only story…not the only diagnosis? It’s all I’m getting specifically. Note: I’m not a doctor, I read cards and hear shit 👍

Whatever news you’re hearing is heartbreaking for you to hear, this is someone you work with closely or even helped to do something in the first place. Like you bought the prescriptions or were involved in a supportive way, but never knew they were taking too much or somehow doing this incorrectly…it feels like family. Or you just want to give them what they want but can’t because of your better sense and whatever this Hierophant is saying - feels like a teacher, other parent, doctor, expert of some kind. You have to listen to this, they’re an authority or something. A very specific message - if someone around you has abused medication or something before - they have not quit, or “learned their lesson,” and are keeping this a secret. Or rather, with The High Priestess, you know what’s up and even help & enable them. This could all be switched for someone too, someone may be getting into trouble for you, or because they’ve helped you.

The High Priestess is what you know, what you’re quiet about, and that is pressure from the law, a boss, father, spouse, the rules. You were aware of the problem before being officially notified, basically. You know this is a difficult cycle and there’s nothing you can really do about it, or you’re seeing the consequences for your actions. Or someone else’s but they’re your spouse/person, so you’re stuck with them too. Some kind of consequence is blocking you from progress, or blocking your person from what they want, for now.

Advice for Gemini: The Moon and 9 Swords

So if The High Priestess is what you do know, this is saying you should be worried about what you don’t know 💯 This is also showing if you or they are going for underhanded solutions or keeping something in the dark, there is or should be worries around this. Sounds like a warning. With Confidence and Trap at the bottoms, things are definitely not what they seem in this situation or with this person.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Heavy Pisces, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aries & Gemini

Oracle: ✨

Marriage 💍

Sweet Love - Couple - Dependency

Saving 💰

Preservation - Collection - Meanness

45 Collaboration

Creative people can be impaired by sharing and stimulating creativity in others.

We enter into October as:

Electric Blue Moon 🌚:

“If I don’t take care of it, it’ll never happen.”

It is not time to force an issue. If something feels important to you, you may be jumping the gun. If you are impatient, you may block something wonderful from coming to you. Now is not the time for a rushed decision, even if you think you’ve given something “plenty” of time, give it more. You have made your needs known to Spirit, now leave it alone. If you try to force a situation, you may bind yourself to something you could come to know as a hinderance. Allow right action to happen in its own time.

What is to be learned in October:

Kelly the Green Dragon 🐉:

“The tempter is as guilty as the thief.”

When the need for something outweighs our desire to maintain integrity, we are out of balance. There are several factors to consider, first, are you being honest with yourself? Are you really giving everything you have to give in this situation, or are you just giving up? Are you expecting things to just come easily to you? Consider the motives behind greed, what has left you feeling cheated? Are you sure others let you down, or did you have a sense this was going to happen and ignored the signs? Have you mislead yourself? No matter where we are, we need friends. It could be time to cultivate some new friendships, things may be easier if you ask for help. Don’t be disappointed if it doesn’t come from where you want it to. Often, assistance comes from somewhere we least expect.

Green may be a lucky color 💚