#i wanna be sedated [ alcohol)

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

Shots shots shots (@hells-greatestdad)

Adam stood in the others bar, a table,cups,and ping pong balls on either side, a clear bowl in the middle with bits of paper. It was beer pong time. "I'll let you go first Luci, hit me with your best shot".

[sugawhaaa]

WOOYOUNG X READER

BRANCHES

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Warnings//genre:: DRUGS, mental disorders, violence, needles, suicide, alcoholism, cursing

Pairing:: patient!Wooyoung x fem!bodied!reader

A/N:: this was inspired by @no1likenas on janitor.ai! I actually love this so much and it might be a long serious but I have the attention span of a toddler so idk also anyone wanna be tagged in the next part???

Atz masterlist:: 💊

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Today is your first official day as a nurse at this asylum. The past few days were all introductions and getting familiar with the building and routine of the system. However, you had a run-in with one of the patients yesterday. He had somehow escaped from his room and was on a run for it. He walked right into you and you both stumbled over but he quickly got back up and continued to run. You stood there unsure what to do.

Another nurse passed you chasing down the man with a syringe containing a familiar liquid. Based on the needle itself and the color and consistency of the liquid you assumed it was some kind of sedation injection. You knew that this situation didn't involve you and you shouldn't get involved.

You were later informed that the man was named Wooyoung and he had a record of breaking loose, being violent, and getting sedated. He had these theories in his head that the nurses were trying to slowly kill him off with the drugs they were giving and injecting into him. Staff and doctors believed he had a very strong case of delusional disorder, most likely persecutor, and perhaps something else, though Wooyoung was nearly impossible to test. Any equipment or suspicious questions would set Wooyoung off and he'd become resilient in sharing anything, or he'd plainly lie.

In his teenage years, he was diagnosed with an anger disorder but the specific type switched between doctors. Some said he had a conduct disorder whereas others said it was more likely oppositional defiant disorder. He was on a mix of pills, switching between all kinds along with battling depression and childhood trauma. When he hit the age of 19, he had a psychotic breakdown and murdered his father and siblings. He was unable to kill his mother because of his emotional attachment but she committed suicide not long after the accident.

Wooyoung was on a run from the police for a while but it took only a few weeks for the police to find him. Ever since, he's been in mental institutions and asylums. His final placement is here, though if things don't improve he may be sent to a higher leveled asylum under the same branch.

You close the folder containing all of such information about Wooyoung.

"So, will you take on the task of treating Jung Wooyoung?" Your new boss, Seonghwa, looks up at you through his glasses on the other side of his desk. "I'm aware you were assigned to other patients previously but I believe, based on your record as well as his, you will be able to...handle, wooyoung better than others," he explains, his gloved hands resting on the desk. You take a deep breath as you consider his offer. "You have until tomorrow at 3 pm to decide. I won't force you to take on Wooyoung but I heavily encourage it," he nods his head and you look up at him, determined.

"I'll take him. Will he be my only patient?" You ask as you look back at his file.

"Yes. Wooyoung requires an outrageous amount of attention, especially if he caters to you," Seonghwa explains, "but your pay will remain the same," he explains. After some paperwork and legal talk, Seonghwa takes you to meet Wooyoung in his room, though his room looks more like a cell. Numerous locks and pins need to be entered in in order to open the door.

Once the heavy door swings open your eyes fall upon Wooyoung wearing a whiteout outfit as he lays on his bed, throwing a bouncy ball at the wall and back into his hand repetitively as he lays back on his bed, head draping down the side. "He likes to play with those, though they are rather hard so be careful," Seonghwa states calmly.

"I like them because it's the only shit you fucking give me!" Wooyoung sits up and throws the ball at Seonghwa's head, though he excellently dodges the throw.

"Wooyoung, this is Y/N, she will be your new nurse," Seonghwa gestures to you and suddenly you feel like you're looking at a dart and you're his target. Wooyoung's eyes scratch up and down your body and you can't tell if he's eyeing up prey or simply looking at you.

"Okay," Wooyoung scoffs, laying back down; this time his head rests against the pillow.

"Well that went well..." Seonghwa sighs and Wooyoung instantly sits back up.

"Stop treating me like an animal!" He barks, jaw clenched.

"My apologies," Seonghwa bows his head and Wooyoung stifles and angry growl in his throat.

"Look at you, hiding in the doorway because you don't know when I might snap and just go...savage," Wooyoung rises to his feet, long black hair dangling in his eyes. "Stop poking a stick at a feral beast and fucking shoot it," Wooyoung's voice is rough and angry, rage built up inside him. Seonghwa then closes the door.

"He's in a foul mood today," he explains as he clips in some of the locks. "If it makes you feel better there is a window you can watch him through but he can't see you there," he explains, "if you'd like to see his natural behaviors and such, it is available," Seonghwa then carries on with his business and you watch the ball on the floor roll with the wind of Seonghwa's movement. You crouch down, picking up the rubbery and nostalgic toy before turning back to look at his door. You considered giving it back to him but you worried that he would think you're treating him like a dumb dog.

Instead, you make your way to the room Seonghwa mentioned. It has all the information about Wooyoung, his medications, and the codes for his locks in there as well as the window. You sit down at the desk and look at the array of bottles of medication laid out and the syringes within arms reach on the wall. You sigh softly and browse through the names of his medications.

As you peacefully read there's a loud bang on the glass, startling you. You drop one of the bottles on the floor. As you go to pick it up Wooyoung begins to lick the glass, trailing his tongue along the entirety of the glass, creating a long streak of saliva. That's when you realize. You've bit off more than you can chew. Wooyoung really is more out of it than you thought. He then bashes on the glass again.

"I know you're watching me~" he grins as he claws at the glass. "Always watching me through that manipulative glass, too afraid to look the beast in the eye," he spits onto the glass as you go up to the glass. You see him then wind up for an aggressive kick, his boot clashing against the glass. You then hear the door open behind you and you jump to look at him.

"He's an interesting character huh?" Yeosang smiles softly before coming to stand beside you, watching Wooyoung fight the glass. "He does this sometimes. We believe it's because of his anger issues but it wouldn't surprise me if it's a behavior from his delusional disorder as well," he explains as Wooyoung shows his middle fingers to the glass, he knows someone is there so he displays all his rage.

"What exactly is his delusion?" You ask, turning to look at Yeosang. He sighs softly before looking back at Wooyoung.

"I think it'd be best if you heard him explain but I'll tell you the basis," Yeosang continues to look at Wooyoung's behaviors as he talks. "He believes we are slowly trying to kill him. "Pill by pill" in his words," he explains and your eyes widen.

"That's why he doesn't take his meds?" You ask and Yeosang nods.

"He has this belief that the government wants him dead and that's why he's here. He claims that he's heard staff talking about his death but I think he's trying to twist our words to convince himself his theories are true," He explains as Wooyoung moves to the door, pulling on it hard before kicking it and shouting some PG words. "Would you like to accompany me to give him his final meal of the day?" Yeosang smiles and you nod.

Yeosang leaves you to watch Wooyoung, make sure he doesn't hurt himself or escape somehow while Yeosang gets his dinner plate. When Yeosang returns the two of you make your way to Wooyoung's room. You open the door and take the plate from Yeosang. You see Wooyoung sitting on the center of the floor, staring at the wall.

"I've brought you dinner. I've heard you like this meal hm?" You smile and Wooyoung turns from the center of the floor to look at you.

"God I was starving," he stands up, approaching you warmly. All of that rage he executed earlier is now somehow...erased. This is the first patient you've been genuinely scared of because he's the most unpredictable bastard in the world. "Yeah, this is the best meal this shithole offers. The potatoes taste like cardboard but it reminds me of my mom's cardboard potatoes," Wooyoung takes the plate and sits back on the floor.

"Where I come from potatoes were included in almost every meal and they were always locally grown. I've never had cardboard potatoes," you chuckle and Wooyoung looks up at you, seemingly confused.

"You're not missing out much," he shrugs as he shovels some potatoes into his mouth. You look back at Yeosang who gives you a thumbs up and Wooyoung rolls his eyes before turning his back to you.

"You wouldn't let me try some?" You squat down to his level. He turns to look at you again and you can tell he's thinking hard. His jaw is clenched as he looks you up and down, eyes pausing at your breasts for a moment.

"I guess," he shrugs, handing you the plate and spoon with a rounded end and unbreakable metal. You take a scoop of the potatoes and try not to touch your lips with the spoon. Wooyoung watches you with rapt attention, his eyebrows narrowed in focus. "Taste like shit?" He smirks as you swallow the potatoes. They do really taste like cardboard....

"Kind of yeah," you chuckle, "they taste just like cardboard..." you rise to your feet again, and Wooyoung attempts to look up your skirt a little but it's just too damn long. He pouts slightly before looking up at your face. "Would you like something to drink?" You ask Wooyoung before turning to Yeosang. "What do we have to offer?" You ask him.

"We have milk, water and apple juice though I think it's expired," Yeosang replies.

"Milk or water?" You bend down to talk to Wooyoung again.

"Milk I guess," he shrugs before continuing to it his food. "Now shut up and let me eat," he turns his back to you again and you can't help but smile. You've made such progress with him already. You get some milk for him and when you return he still has his back faced to you. You set the cup beside him and head for the door. "Y/N," he says your name for the first time. You turn back to look at him.

"Yes?"

"Can I have seconds?" He holds up his empty plate and you smile. You go to the kitchen to get him some more and find the staff are actually quite friendly. You return to Wooyoung with a new plate of food and he gratefully takes it and eats again. You return to the watching room with Yeosang.

"He's never asked for seconds before, this is quite a big deal," he turns to you with his spinning chair.

"I think he likes me," you smile as you sit in the second chair, watching Wooyoung eat.

"It's a good start at least,"

To be continued

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

Laughing nervously sipping wine as he watches the other Adam get carried out

[nalufever]

Killer Smile

The club seethes with life, thrums with music and hormones. Rocky’s is popular.

Over and over, the same scene plays out, two or more strangers recognize their match from a dating app and try to keep the online attraction alive in 3D.

Gary swipes a rag down the bar top and watches a new and giggling couple. He’s seen both before with lots of different people, never each other.

“Sorry.” Sarah grins. “I like to check out other people’s favourites.” She slides the goblet back across the table. “I wasn’t going to sample,” she winks, “from the glass.”

Shaun blushes, he looks younger, innocent. “You wanna go somewhere quieter?” He makes to stand, leaving most of his glass full.

“Let’s finish our drinks.” Sarah gulps her rum and coke and waits expectantly as Shaun takes another sedate sip. “It’s a sin to waste alcohol.”

They raise glasses and clink. Shaun finishes his wine and smiles.

Sarah’s eyes widen and gasps. “Now that’s a killer smile.” She holds out her hand and pulls the bemused man to his feet. He follows Sarah’s unsteady steps out of the club and into the dark alley, his feet clumsy with anticipation.

They kiss. Desire fogs thinking and the brash slam of the bar’s back door is easily ignored with the faint city noises.

A sudden prick of a needle sends Sarah and then Shaun into oblivion.

Gary drives and considers his options. One way or another, his hunt tonight has been a success.

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

The angel if you can even call him that anymore looks....well bad. He's flat on his face obviously having fallen while flying or..trying to fly. His wings are covered in blood most from losing feathers, some from lacerations. There's vomit around his mouth,his hair a complete mess,his eyes dull and rimmed with dark circles. He'd been drinking....heavily, that much was evident from the smell coming from him. "How many times do I have to tell you, I don't wanna be redeemed, dad didn't do fucking shit for me when I was cursed with the Mark of Caine"! "He can kiss my fucking ass"!! @dreamerlucifer

"Ohhh that's goanna hurt in the morning. groans What did I do to my shoulder"?

Lucifer was half asleep when the question arose, one eye opened as he turned his small frame in the bed and looked out to see nothing but the first man himself, Adam, talking about pain in his shoulder... His response was simple, yet had a betraying hint of his true concern in its tone,

"Well well well, finally you reappear!!!! Charlie had the whole hotel out looking for you!!! So you'd better have a good explanation for missing last night's trust exercises!!!"

Yelled the small king... His Thoughts and fears showing slowly within, betraying his inner feelings within the reflection of his glassy eyes....

But he quickly realized, as a thin tear trickled down one cheek at the sight of the possibly hurt fallen boy before him... He tried to cover his Obvious concern by utilizing his sarcastic tones to immediately hide the concern deep within....

"What is it, out self destructing again as usual, Adam?"

His expression just then and there most certainly showing his concern... and yet, at the same time, he was extremely focused on Adam's possible next words.....

[witchy667]

TW: TTI (troubled teen industry) treatment mentions along with brief mentions of abuse/addiction/SA

TDLR: I think the TTI treatment facilities I was locked up in for years of my childhood forcefully disconnected me from my wolf because I was literally in a medical cage as a “human” guinea pig. And I didn’t connect those dots till very recently.

Idek where to start this, word this, or express what I need to express; so please bear with me with.

My mother shipped me off to a residential treatment center in Montana cause she wanted to continue her drug and alcohol addiction at the time. (Ironically today she’s 6 years sober, I’m 22 for timeline context) I was 13 years old. This was my first placement and I was there for a year total. Spent my 14th birthday locked up. I had one pass to the outside world that whole entire time. I will say this was the “least” traumatic placement I was in, but I was also literally SAed by a male nurse there along with this program also incorporated wilderness therapy, which I don’t wanna specify to much. After I FINALLY “graduated” that “program” I was shipped to a “step down facility”before I could be considered stable enough to go home. I was in this facility for about 8-10 months total before I lost my fucking mind and did some stuff I’m not proud of to get forcefully kicked out. But I genuinely didn’t know what else to do. I also didn’t have any parental contact during this time, and even at the second placement I hadn’t seen my mom at all, not once. No visits. After I got kicked out of that program I was sent to another where I was there for about 5-6 months. The last two programs I were in absolutely ruined my mind and my life. I felt like a Guiana pig being poked, prodded, restrained, sedated, treated like I’m a waste of space and a burden, overly medicated and more things ngl. I literally was in a CAGE. They had me on 900mg of Seroquel, the legal max for an adult (in the us) is 800mg and 600mg for kids. ✨ There’s so much more but this is genuinely so hard to talk about, I’m sorry if this makes no sense.

After I got back to the outs after the last treatment center I didn’t even feel real, and definitely not human. I felt numb, surreal and angry. I was in a constant state of survival mode; disassociation to survive; as my mom was still on drugs and alcohol when I got out. And I def have PTSD from those places, but with my self discovery journey as of late. It made me realize I believe that’s when the start of my broken connection formed. I was forcefully disconnected from everything, including humanity, for 2.5 years straight. And I didn’t know how to exist without that disconnection cause of how forced it was for so long. Ffs I still have severe time anxiety and will have a panic attack if I can’t figure out the time immediately cause the only thing that kept my sanity those years was the clock and the time.

Long story short, coming to terms with some of my trauma has made a gigantic connect the dots to my wolfishness. And it’s terrifying and validating, makes me scared and excited, but also makes me feel thankful that I’ve always been me no matter how hard everyone tried to beat it out of me or treat it out of me. I will always, ALWAYS, ALWAYS BE A FUCKING WOLF.

And I’m not ashamed to say I always have been anymore.

[pinkeoni]

Crack Theory (lmao): Will’s Powers Could Be Activated With Drugs

Okay this is part crack theory and part actual theory.

In every season there is typically some kind of reference to drugs and drug use, and for me it kind of feels like they are building to something, but I’m not entirely sure what yet.

Season One

El’s mom Terry is given LSD by the lab as part of MK Ultra, this is linked to El’s powers

Hopper pops pills to deal with his trauma

Lonnie is an alcoholic

Season Two

While possessed, Will is continuously drugged with some kind of sedative

It’s revealed that the drugs given to Terry did in fact awaken powers in her as well

Max sedates Billy

Season Three

Nancy compares the symptoms of the flayed to the symptoms of being on drugs

Hopper drinks copious amounts of booze

Robin and Steve are both drugged by the Russians

Season Four

Eddie is a drug dealer, and Chrissy went to him in order to do ketamine

Argyle and Jonathan both smoke copious amounts of weed together on screen, Argyle also smokes some with Eden

El is sedated a couple of times while back in the lab

Jonathan gives the SBP worker Purple Palm Tree Delight in order to use the kitchen

Argyle is seen picking mushrooms at the very end, which given his character’s association with drugs could possibly be Magic Mushrooms

kaypeace21 has her own posts about drugs in the show that’s a really interesting read, but I wanna throw my own two cents.

So drugs seem to have always been in the story, and at some points even contribute to important plot points. El’s powers can be traced to drug use, Will being sedated was important to gaining leverage from Henry, ketamine is the reason Chrissy was at Eddie’s trailer in the first place and the reason Eddie was blamed for her death, etc.

So how do I make this all about Will? (like I do with everything)

Drugs can have more than one function narratively, as seen above. I think there could be a number of ways that they show up, but one possibility is the trigger to Will’s powers.

It’s not like drugs haven’t been used as a power trigger before, they were the trigger for Terry’s powers.

In fact, it’s even possible that we could have already seen something like this on screen with Will.

Okay so this next part is gonna feel like a bit of a stretch and take some serious explaining but bare with me.

So when Will was possessed and brought to the lab under extreme pain, he was sedated with some kind of drug. He was sedated with the same drug a few times after this scene, all during his possession. The drug is never mentioned by name to my knowledge. Or in the very least, not named in season 2.

While there’s a multitude of different drugs that it could be, there’s a possibility that it could be a drug that was named in a later season— ketamine.

Ketamine is a drug that can be taken a few different ways. It can be snorted in powder form (like what Chrissy and Eddie planned on doing) or it can be injected in liquid form, like what was happening to Will. Ketamine can cause a relaxing sedation effect and relief from pain, and has been used by doctors as a popular pediatric sedative.

Even if I’m totally wrong about the specific kind of drug, Will was still being repeatedly put under using some kind of drug. Which, as established in the same season in the case of Terry, can be used to trigger powers.

Everytime Will comes back from being sedated, it seems as though Henry has taken him further and further. Now this could just be because time has passed, but I want to propose that part of why Henry was able to get further into Will’s mind is because of the drug that Will kept getting sedated with.

In season 2, Owens mentions something about “opening neurological floodgates.” Oftentimes when discussing the affects of drugs, especially psychedelics, the phrase “opening the mind” or something similar gets thrown around. Becky even says something similar in regards to what happened with Terry. And this is literally what happens, psychedelics open up certain synapses in the brain in order to create the affects that it has.

Ketamine is a sedative, but it’s also a psychedelic. The drug that activated Terry’s powers, although more powerful, was also a psychedelic. If Will’s “neurological floodgates” were being opened with the help of a drug, this could be part of how Henry was able to reach more of his mind and take over more and more of him. But alternatively, it could have also been giving Will access to more and more of his powers.

It’s been discussed plenty of times before, but during the progression of Will’s possession, his eyes become more and more brown and then bloody red, which is similar to what happens to El’s eyes as she pushes the boundaries of her powers. This doesn’t seem to happen with any other possession victim.

Perhaps Will was literally having a war with Henry in his mind? As Henry was slowly gaining more access, Will was gaining access to his powers, even if only subconsciously aware of it. Literally already having a power battle with Henry.

I also wanna point this out: the name of the specific weed that Jonathan and Argyle keep smoking is Purple Palm Tree delight. You know what else is purple?

(Did I mention this is part crack theory yet 😂)

So then, could this concept come back in season 5?

Let me propose a scenario.

The gang are running out of time to save Max. El knows that she has to use Will’s mind to access Henry’s mind lair and get to Max, HOWEVER Henry has been dormant for the past two years and they can’t seem to get a grasp on him. So how then, do they open the neurological gates in Will’s mind to access Henry’s mind lair, creating the accidental consequence of activating Will’s powers?

With the mind-altering powers of psychedelics!

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

Adam nodded, a smile back on his face. He took the others hand, headed for the bar. Though he was calmer now,he still needed something stiff to really chase away the axiety. "You got any whiskey good sir"? "Terribly sorry, wine only I'm afraid"? "Would you be able to make me a white wine spritzer by any chance "? The bartender smiled. "Of course lemonade based, or seltzer water"? "Lemonade please ". Adam asked with a smile.

The man's mask was off, and haphazardly thrown to the side. he coughed,haveing just upchucked what little he had eaten. he was attempting, to pull himself together, Vaal hadn't exactly threatened him, not verbally at least but, he knew the other was angry, and he could guess what he would be in for when all this was over. He started to sob, he thought he could finally start anew,redeam himself, find someone who could help but..he had been a fool, as long as both his monstrous masters owned his soul he was trapped. Forever (blood ball, post val eddition)

Husk had seen bits and pieces of the events leading up to Adam shutting himself up n the bathroom. After their dance, the fallen soul had practically been dragged away by Valentino. As if Husk didn’t have enough reasons to despise the sleazy Overlord…there had been an exchanging of words, and the moment the moth slipped away to find his associates, the first man had booked it into the nearest restroom.

When Husk had a bad feeling about things, he was usually right. He prided himself on his killer instincts and perception. Despite everything Adam had done initially to threaten his new home and friends, Husk had witnessed the fellow sinner attempting to turn over a new fig leaf, as it were. Adam was trying, and Husk had been there to voice his pride and support. It only felt right that he should continue to be a rock for the struggling soul.

“Hey,” Husk knocked after wincing from the sounds of puking. “I’m comin’ in.” Slipping into the restroom, Husk quietly closed the door behind him and cautiously stepped closer. “What’s got you so fucked up?” he asked, crouching and rubbing the other man’s back.

[afpwestcoast]

9:30 Club, Washington, DC, 6/14/24

My friend Melissa, who has actually been to more shows this year than I have, had developed a theory. They have been playing the same playlist before all of the recent shows, and if the crowd sings along to ‘Say It Ain’t So’ by Weezer then it will be a good crowd. Tonight they not only sang along to Weezer, but just kept going and sang along to ‘I Wanna Be Sedated,’ by The Ramones and ‘The King of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1’ by Neutral Milk Hotel. We all looked at each other and were like Holy shit this is gonna be a good crowd! We were right. The band … went through some things this night, but the crowd caught them and supported them and prevented the wheels from coming off completely.

Since the Dolls reunited in November ‘22 a familiar pattern has emerged: torch through 6 or 8 old favorites without pausing for breath, a lengthy pause to check in with the audience, talk about the new album, and mentally brace for the new songs, play a string of new songs, then close with a few familiar bangers. That pattern, for reasons both technical and thermal, went out the window tonight. At the Patreon meetup in Philly I said that Amanda had “powerful songs rampaging through her soul and if she doesn’t release them they will destroy her.” This show was sort of the embodiment of that. It felt like she wasn't so much performing songs as exorcising demons. She was definitely going through … something.

According to tour manager Jaron (and later confirmed by Amanda) this was due, at least in part, to it being cold on stage. So maybe don't perform in just a bra? As Anthony used to say: There is no bad weather, just poor clothing choices.

When I made this comment to Amanda at the Patreon meetup on the 15th she said it’s not so much about her body temperature, but more about the effect of cold air on her throat, which seems fair.

Anyway, the set list was ignored, the energy was manic, the crowd was wild, and the overall experience was sublime.

Annotated Set List:

Good Day (Brian on guitar to start)

Sex Changes

There was a pause in the set uncharacteristically early due to Brian having an unspecified technical issue. Brian made a sort of Hamburglar noise and Amanda asked, “Fucking are you okay? What? What? What? What? WHAT?” and then said “Hold on!” in a sing-song voice and went over to the drums. Brian inaudibly explained the situation, causing her to exclaim, “Weird!” I yelled out, “It happens!” And Amanda replied, “It happens … to other bands too!” Soon enough Brian yelled, “Sorry!” and we were back at it. Gravity

Amanda started with a tinkly intro reminiscent of Trout Heart Replica, then teased Girl A before finally breaking into …

My Alcoholic Friends

Backstabber

Missed Me Amanda: How is everybody feeling? Crowd: <roars> Amanda: This is good. How’s everybody up in the balcony? Balcony: <roars> Amanda: How’s everybody down on the floor? Floor: <roars> Amanda: Balcony. Balcony: <roars> Brian: FLOOR! Floor: <roars> Brian <points stage left>: How are the two people in the VIP balcony? VIP balcony: yay? Crowd: <laughs> Brian: Floor! Floor: <roars> Amanda <in a high-pitched voice>: The balcony in the back! The little balcony! Hi guys! Little balcony: <tiny roar> Amanda: What the fuck? Brian: Isn’t this FUN? Crowd: <roars> Brian: Chaos on stage here. Cats and dogs, living together. Amanda: Cats and dogs, living together, mass hysteria. Fucking what even is … the Earth? What even is this city? What is time? I don’t know; we’ve stopped trying to figure out; the solution is just … music. The end! End of story! We literally are embodying the deck chairs on the Titanic here, it’s us. And we look FABULOUS!

While scanning the crowd for young people Amanda found 6yo Eliot in the balcony. “Eliot, we’re gonna be swearing a lot tonight. … My son is 8; his name is Ash. And I’ll tell you what I tell my son Ash about swearing … (because Mommy swears a lot): The rule in our house about swearing is that swearing is like a tool. It’s like a knife or anything else that you can use for good things or bad things. … And joyful swearing, or swearing for emphasis is totally allowed and even encouraged. But we are not allowed to swear if it is mean or hurtful to someone else.”

Welcome to the Internet (Bo Burnham cover)

Amanda <looks at Brian> What do you wanna do? Brian: Pirate Jenny. Amanda: Alright!

Pirate Jenny (Lyrics by Bertolt Brecht, music by Kurt Weill) While introducing the song Brian reiterated that they are planning to put it on the record, so that seems to be happening.

Amanda went over to the drums and said something to Brian, whose response was a genuinely shocked, “NOW!?!??!?” Yes, now.

War Pigs (Black Sabbath cover)

Modern Moonlight Girl Anachronism Mister God

Houdini

Boyfriend in a Coma

Whakanewha

The Runner Before the song Amanda remembered to exhort the crowd not to record the new songs, or at least to listen to them in private and not post them to the internet. A woman in the crowd yelled out, “I promise I won’t touch myself!” “You can touch yourself,” Amanda replied. “Why would I want you to not touch yourself? If anyone records these songs and goes home and masterbates to them (sorry Eliot!) I will give you extra points.”

The Nail (Amanda on synth) The normally reverberating bass was toned down a bit tonight.

Bad Habit

Half Jack

Photo Gallery:

I am very mature. (by Scott Hanes)

Good Day

The Dresden Dolls are a very expressive band!

Uh … you okay over there?

Brian is having a moment. With his hat.

Shenanigins!

The best drummer. IN HELL!!!!!!!

Half Jack

You’ve been a wonderful audience! Thank you and good night! <drops mic> <no encore>

[smileysuh]

This is a question to all fic writers everyone, is there healthcare slander I don’t know about among writers?! Don’t get me wrong I love me a good flower shop owner, tattoo artist, baker story but where the nurses at? Phlebotomist? Desk clerk? Secretaries be gettin all this love man 😩 I want hospital CEO’s sons Johnny and Mark to fall in love with nurse who keeps her unit from going to the wolves.

-😶‍🌫️

Grab my neck and push me against the pixis dispenser and tell me I’m a naughty nurse for bypassing the prompts for medication retrieval Spank me in your office during my first break because I ordered too many alcohol swabs last week Tell me how you think I’m sexy running to a code blue and performing CPR 🏃🏽‍♀️ I wanna hear about the glare he sends me as I critique him during a public conference that he’s not properly maintaining the patient nurse ratio. I want doctor Johnny to tell his favourite nurse (us duh) that he loves how they sedate patients 🥵 I want resident mingyu to blush when the cute senior nurse (again us hehe) tells him it’s micrograms not milligrams on the order he was trying to write 😩 -😶‍🌫️

HAHAHA- NOT THE HOSPITAL SLANDER- tbh, I think, personally, I haven't done a hospital au because there are so many details I know nothing about. I can't speak for others, but I know it's a tricky au because of how scientific it is, and I like to stay to things I generally know about so I can feel confident that I've accurately portrayed them- which is why frat au is one of my best au's, because I spent SO MUCH TIME at the frats in uni haha

tbh- with all the details you've just put in this ask, I bet you could write a fucking KILLER medical au- I don't even know what a pixis dispenser is, or about bypassing prompts for medical retrieval-

although, in saying all of this, one of my besties @sehunniepotwrites has a really good hospital au with Neurosurgeon!John and surgical intern!y/n read it here

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

Poison-my Adam's version

"I'm not above some love to forget

[Winner groupies surround him, ready for sex]

Another lover underneath those flashing light

[A calendar appears x's counting down to the next extermination day,Adam sits at a bar Bourbon in hand]

Another one of those ruthless nights, yeah yeah yeah

[Holding mask,his robes off, marks of caine can be seen all over his body]

[Sees caines sin,with roo in the background]

I should have guessed that this would happen

[ she takes his face]

I should have known it when I looked in your red hot eyes

[Humans he sees slowly morph into monsters/sinners including Eve and his children]

Spewing all of your red hot lies yeah yeah yeah

What's the worst part of this hell I can only blame myself

[Apple bite]

[In uniform killing sinners indiscriminately ]

Yeah I know it's poison you feeding me poison

[His face goes red as the pleasure the killing gives him grows and grows, in the background roo smiles]

Addicted to this feeling I can't help but swallow

[ Adam kneels in front of roo,signing a contract in blood]

Up your poison I made my choice and, every night I'm living like there's no tomorrow

[Playing concert in heaven]

Oh ohhhhh any way you want me baby thats the way you got me *winks * [sex between him and his groupies is shown] I'll be yooooourrrrs

[ God appears eyes narrowed]

My stories gonna end with me dead from your poison

[At the heaven courts]

I got so good at being untrue

[ shows God and Sarah]

I got so good at telling them what they wanna hear.

[Puts on mask,glitches showing Exterminator slowly grining]

I disassociate disappear, yeah yeah yeah

[ Adams clutches at his body the marks burning and itching, having tried to go cold turkey,roo appears sinners blood in a vile,she slowlypours it,Adams tounge sticks out his eyes closing ]

So far beyond difficult to resist another...gulp

[Blood splatter]

Yeah I know it's poison your feeding me poison addicted to this feeling I can help but swallow

[ smash cuts of past kills,seen not as Sinners but humans]

Up this poison, I made my choice and,every night I'm wasted like there's no tomorrow!

[ roo pulls his black chain,grabbing his drunk red flushed face for a forceful kiss]

[Danceing and doing karaoke drunk and flirty]

Ohhhho anyway you want me baby that's the way you got me I'll be, youuuuurs

[God looms over a sobbing Adam, slicing off his wings and pushing him out]

My stories gonna end with me dead from this poison

[Holding head,clearly having a panic attack]

Poison I'm drowning in Poison

[Grabs beer from nightstand chugging it]

I'm filling up my glass but it's always hallow

Full of poison I'm sick of this poison

[Passes out]

Wish I had something to live for tomorrow

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

Adam smiled walking in and setting down the bottles and glasses on a nearby table. His posture was relaxed as he sat as well, one leg crossed over the other. "We didn't get to spend New Years together, so... since boss-man's occupied I decided to sneak some bubbly from the VIP Bar for us to enjoy". Adam gave the spider a wink a rebellious gleeful smile on his face.

Adam knocked on the spiders door two glasses of ice and a bucket of champagne in his other hand. "It's Adam, may I come in"?

the noise was enough to catch angel's attention, head turning in the direction with a raised brow. a knock on his dressing room door was rare, rarer still when valentino was on set. tying the knot in his dressing gown he grinned at adam, a third hand moving to gesture the other further into the room. a quick glance in the mirror satisfised the spiders concerns over his appearance as he moved to sit on the chaise lounge, lips curving into a smirk.

❛ did i forget somethin' important? is it our one year anniversary for fuckin' on camera? ❜

[uenier-unieest]

I used to lurk here so much in my early teens. Back then, I only ever looked at ed shit. I'm in my late teens now, the latest teen, which is kind of devastating. not excruciatingly so, but devastating still. I don't mind aging as much as I regret the time I lost, which is so much time. I don't really remember much between the ages 12 and 17. I don't think there's much to remember, only bulimia and embarrassment. I kinda was doing everything I could to avoid having to pay attention, so it's not surprising I don't remember shit. I'm still trying to avoid having to pay attention. I don't think of myself as an alcoholic, but I have drank every day for the at least the past the month, usually starting before noon lmaoo. It's so fucking funny that legitimately don't think myself an alcoholic. "it's just champagne and it's usually less than 4 glasses a day. It makes my daily viewing of Jesus Christ: Superstar (1973) soo much more fun." The feminine urge to sedate yourself in a desperate, pathetic attempt to avoid, or even just belate, having to facing your reality. I think it's unfair that I have to be present for every moment of my life. I thought it was unfair then, too. Im working on fixing my life, though. "I didn't even fuck it up too horribly", she types, alone in her room, after spending twenty minutes crying because she's doing poorly in the pre-calc class she has to take at her junior college. And all because she too scared to tell her professor, who explicitly asked to be told this, that the proctoring application isn't processing her state-recognized accommodations for her developmental disability. I just did a lil' tumble out of all public life. Now, I'm a socially inept young woman who is now having to make up for having spent her entire teendom afraid and alone in her room. autism in women and girls✨ I just want gal pals. This probably isn't enough information to go off of if somebody was interested in talking with someone. Also, I think this post does a dog shit job of characterizing me, but it's where I'm choosing to start. hmu if you wanna talk about something, literally anything (´▽｀) I'm so lonely, holy shit. I promise I'm not as insufferable as my typing makes me sound

[mycomori]

i’m makin it pass but objectively i’m fucked rn like i am fully relying on my little self restraint to hark reduction lal this to me drinking and smokin myself into oblivion and hope i wake euk tomorrow not wanting to die as much (ain’t likely) but at least im not legit considering waking and or jumping intone winter ocean in hopes of dying but as i was literally pulling on my coat and scarf to go out i realized i had no will and testament i never said anything to anyone there no record of what u was thinkin maybe im being a bit rash and even if i do wanna die i can’t be doin it like this so i gotta fuckin sedate myself w drugs and alcohol

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

He just blinks, and slowly pushed his half full drink away. "That's enough for tonight".

"I'm seeing double four adams"!

" LUTE HIT THE BEAT!"

" Yo, it's Adam on the track, feel the power in my flow I'm the con man extraordinaire, watch me steal the show I took all the girls, turned 'em into my queens Now I'm swimmin' in the money, livin' all my dreams

I charm 'em with my charm bracelet, they just can't resist Got 'em fallin' for my game, but it's all just a twist I spin 'em 'round and 'round, like a roulette wheel Leavin' um in the dust, man, this game is for real I got girls in my mansion, throwin' cash in the air They all fightin' for my attention, they all wanna share I'm a mastermind hustler, manipulator supreme!"

[3knecrotic]

God I wish I made friends that would drug me before I ever met my wife I want to feel nothing and everything so bad I miss it I hate being sober I hate having a tolerance I wanna be able to toke something and wonder if I'm gonna wake up or not, i want to pop something and feel so fizzed out and sedated i can't be lethargic god fucking damn it i want to burn my nostrils just to feel okay again I hate this ivhate this I hate thus I wish I was in that stupid bathroom again I wish they fucking found me leaned against the bathroom wall on the floor besided a toilet of unflushed puke and a cigarette but God fucking damn it that stupid boy should've killed me hy was right I'm stupid and hurtful and inconsiderate and selfish and useless and I wish I either bled out making those cuts in my leg or overdosed on the amount I took the night I did but God knows my life ended as soon as hy entered the picture hy got to be the one to show me how fucking shit I am and then hy and she got to show me, then them, then Them. And so on and so fucking forth, my ticket to hell is that broken friendship and God damn it I wish no one was downstairs I need dxm I need benadryl weed alcohol benzos I DONT CARE ANYMORE I DONT WANT TO BE FICKING SOBER I WANT TO GE FUCKING DEAD ALREADT HAHAHAHAHAHAHA anyways.