#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".

[amistillskinny]

How to make alcohol no cals, no borax no glue.

[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.....

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Dust To Dust

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ ONLY, talks of alcohol/substance abuse, undefined relationship, sleepy sex, dirty talk!joel, unprotected piv, rough sex, possessive!joel, soft ending)

word count: 2k

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You weren’t sure how it started, this…thing with Joel. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was weight of loneliness threatening to crush your bones, or maybe it was nothing at all—nothing besides a mutually felt need for one another that could no longer be kept at bay.

Each night after a long and brutal day in the QZ, you’d sneak into Joel Miller’s apartment, his spare key around your neck the closest you’d likely ever come to being claimed publicly as his.

Joel was always out cold when you arrived, the half-gone whiskey bottle on his bedside the most obvious substance to blame for his sedation, but you knew it went much deeper than that. He tried to hide it from you—the pills he had to take just to get a half-decent night of sleep—but his secrecy was no match for your hyper-observant nature. It wasn’t as though you even cared about the hydro and the oxy—everyone left in this brutal world had to find a way to sleep—but you knew Joel well enough to know that he didn’t want you to see just how deep the crevasse went, so you feigned cluelessness to protect his pride.

You didn’t bother to undress, and neither did Joel apparently, finding him snoring on his back fully dressed, his boots still on. You ran your hand up his stomach and chest as you stood at the side of the bed, stirring him enough to get him to roll over onto his side. Joel’s eyes batted open before squeezing shut again as he rolled over, your body quick to slip in behind him and tug the blankets over the both of you. You ran your hand up and down his ribs and stomach, lulling him back to sleep while also relaxing yourself. Joel’s hand rested on top of yours before sliding it up his chest until he was kissing your knuckles.

“Go back to sleep,” you mumbled against his shoulder blade your face nuzzled against it. Joel grunted in disobedience before rolling over to face you, his hand guiding your leg to rest over his hip. “I’m too tired to do anything athletic tonight,” you exhaled against his lips as he peppered barely there nips against yours. “You’ll have to do all the work.”

“Don’t I always?” he teased, the slur of his voice an indication that he was still drunk.

“Too sleepy to go back and forth,” you smiled against his lips.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his hands reaching down to his belt and fly, undoing them and tugging himself out. You shimmied your jeans halfway down your thighs before giving up, your ass flush against Joel’s hard on as he tugged you back against his chest, his cheek nuzzling against yours as you laid on your sides. “You wet?”

“Why don’t you have a look for yourself?” You grabbed his hand as it rested on your hip and slipped it between your thighs, a soft puff of air leaving his lips as his fingers were coated in your slick. “That wet enough for you, Texas?”

“It’s perfect,” he whimpered in desperation, not a trace of teasing in his voice. You felt drunk on his lust, pulsing for him long before he even touched you. When his finger began to circle your clit, you graced him with a moan, his lips pressing against the side of your face as he bucked his stiffened cock against your ass. “Tell me you need it, baby. Tell me how much you need me.”

“Fuck, Joel, I need you so much I could cry,” you begged, exhaustion and arousal turning you stupid. Joel groaned into your ear and nodded, pleased by the sound of your desperation. “Please baby, please. Put it inside me.”

“You gonna take me however I want tonight?” he husked as his hand left your pussy to wrap around his cock, his fist pumping it as he awaited your response.

“Yes,” you nodded, your walls twitching in anticipation.

“I wanna hear you,” he commanded as he lined his cock up with your entrance, dipping just the tip in before pulling out and sliding up to your clit to gather more slickness on his shaft. “I wanna hear every damn thing, alright?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, reaching back to lace your fingers in his hair. “I need your cock, baby. Please—“

“Here you go baby,” Joel hushed you as he slid his cock into your pussy slowly, inch by inch, taking your breath away as he pressed in as deep as he could go and held you there with his hand on your hip. “That what you wanted? To feel me like this?”

“Fuck, move,” you ordered but his tutted in your ear, his head shaking.

“How I want it, remember?” His voice whispering into your ear sent chills down your spine, your skin covered with goosebumps. Joel seemed to find it amusing how easily he could affect you, his hand smoothing along your skin to relish in the hairs he made stand up. “You like when I talk to you, darlin? Like my voice?”

Joel withdrew his cock almost completely before pressing back inside, a pathetic loan slipping from your lips as the blunt head of his cock glided along your favorite spot.

“Pussy’s already squeezin’ me,” he grunted into your ear as he continued this painfully slow in and out, your arousal flooding around his cock as he teased you to the brink of madness. “I could stay buried in your pussy for a lifetime, baby.”

“Joel, fuck,” you whined and reached back to hold his hip, wanting him closer but he was already flush against you.

“You’re doin’ so good,” he praised in a husky growl, his cock grinding as he kept it seated inside you. “Lettin’ me work you up…don’t worry, baby, I’ll give it to ya how you need it soon.”

You felt as drunk and high as he probably still was, your entire body alight at the mere scoot of his cock against your walls. This was what made him the most dangerous man in Boston in your eyes, not the violence he was capable of or the icy chill of his heart, it wasn’t his job or his bad habits, it was his ability to unravel you with as little as his skin touching yours, his voice in your ear, his eyes locked with yours as though you meant something.

“So soft,” he praised as his hand slid up the inside of your thigh, hiking it higher on his hip to spread you open a bit more, granting him access to your weeping cunt. Joel moaned into the side of your neck as he buried his face there, two of his deft fingers circling your bud that was already swollen and pulsing before he ever even made contact. “So warm.”

“Fuck, that f-eels,” you shivered, his cock surprising you with a full thrust against your g-spot, your vision going blurry at the pleasure that trickled down your thighs to your toes. “Joel, Christ.”

“Gonna get you to cum for me like this,” he detailed between kisses to your neck, his breath going ragged as your pornographic moans filled his apartment. “Then I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress until you’re drippin’ with me.”

“Fuck,” you whined against and clawed at the skin of his lower back where you continued to hold onto him. Joel moaned at the sharp sting and bit down on your shoulder, the pain blurring into pleasure with every punch of his cock up into your pussy. “Joel, I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop, I’m so fucking—“

“God, you sound so pretty,” he grunted as his hips began to snap into yours, your knee now hooked on his arm as he spread you apart on your side. You looked down with groggy and arousal drunk eyes to watch as his fingers worked over your clit, your brows narrowing with ever perfect strum of your pussy. “Jesus, gettin’ so tight I can hardly move.”

“Joel, I’m fucking coming—oh my god!” You we’re a whining, moaning, convulsing mess against him as he fucked you through your orgasm as slowly as he could, drawing out the death-like pleasure that coursed through your veins and nearly took you out of consciousness.

“Yes. Fuck. That’s my girl,” Joel panted in your ear as he rolled you onto your stomach, his hands lifting your hips until you were face down and ass up on the mattress. Joel’s clock shoved its way back into your pussy and you choked on the way he felt inside you, your fingers clawing at his sheets for purchase as he drilled into you without regard for your oversensitivity. “All mine, ain’t ya?”

“Joel,” you whined, unwilling to answer him given the murky nature of your situation.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he bent over your back, gripping your hair in his fist and turning your head to the side so he could speak directly in your ear. His hips never ceased in their ruthless clap! clap! clap! against the flesh of your ass, his cock rendering you speechless even if you wanted to obey him. “Come on, tell me this pussy belongs to me.”

“It’s yours,” you mewled, inching towards a more brutal climax. “My pussy belongs to you, Joel.”

“Good,” he growled and you could hear the smirk on his face. “Now tell me you’re mine.”

“But I’m not,” you shook your head and cracked your eye open to look at him over your shoulder, Joel’s face scrunched in offense as he stared back at you. “Am I?”

Joel nearly snarled as he somehow fucked you harder, your body sliding up the mattress from the force of his thrusts as he lowered his teeth to your earlobe, biting on it just enough to sting in the best way.

“Course you are,” he spoke. “You’re mine…and I’m yours.”

“You are?” You wanted to cry, not just from the way his cock was devastating you one thrust at a time, but from the admission.

Joel Miller was yours. That alone made living in this world worth it.

“I swear it,” he kissed your cheek and let out a shivered moan. “God damn. I want you to cum on my cock, baby. Make me yours and I’ll fill this pussy up and make you mine.”

“Jesus,” you sobbed into the sheets as your climax hit you like a freight train, your body going limp beneath his but he was quick to adjust his position with you, using your pussy like a toy until he was mewling your name like a prayer.

“Fuck, baby,” he whined, burying his face in the dio between your shoulder blades. “Gonna cum inside this sweet pussy.”

“Please,” you urged, reaching back to hold his ass as he fucked into you slow and deep. Joel moaned without inhibition as he spilled inside of you, his fingers leaving marks on your hips as he held you still.

“So fuckin’ good,” he praised in breathless pants, his cock scooting in and out of your now soaked cunt. “God damn.”

Joel pressed his lips against your skin before rolling over onto his back to catch his breath, your body lazily following him so that you could rest on his chest.

“I meant all that,” he spoke up after a few minutes of peaceful silence, half-expecting you to be out like a light.

“So did I,” you mumbled, your palm flat on his button-down covered chest.

“Bout damn time we finally said it,” he chuckled just enough to shake you as you laid on him.

“I was just waiting on you, Miller.” You lifted your head and rested your chin on his chest, reaching up to tickle his chin. Joel caught your hand in his and lifted it to his lips, kissing the pads of your fingers.

“Sorry to keep you waitin’ so long, baby.”

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

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

[injoontz]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐝 ━ 𝐧.𝐣𝐦 & 𝐡.𝐫𝐣

pairing. na jaemin x fem!oc x huang renjun starring. na jaemin, seo iseol (oc) featuring.  huang renjun genre. vampire au // love triangle warnings. alcohol, weed, smoking, making out, feeding (vampire drinking blood) word count. 1.9k

synopsis. in which iseul wants to get back at huang renjun ↳ jaemin!vampire x oc!human x renjun!vampire

Iseul leaned back onto the couch as her heavy body finally gave in to the weed. The couch sunk perfectly under her, easing her body and baiting her to close her eyes to sleep. Despite that, she wanted to stay awake and relish in the lightweight feeling she got from being high.

She felt like she was present at the party but also found herself staring off dreamily into the rowdy bodies. The music boomed through the whole house but it only added to the relaxing feeling Iseul felt. 

The coach sunk as someone sat down next to her and she felt their arm drop over her shoulder.

Methodically, Iseul looked over with relaxed eyes to see Jaemin smiling brightly at her.

“You look high as fuck,” he laughed.

Iseul smiled gently, “How have you been?” she leaned in a bit, the soft feeling of his shirt contrasting with his hard body. She could feel his muscles tense and relax whenever he moved. 

“I was just with Garam,” Jaemin said, pointing across the living room to a girl that was dancing freely. “She was nice, not really my type though.”

Iseul hummed, her eyes leaving Jaemin and drifting across the party. 

“How so?” she asked as her eyes fell on a couple. She quickly forced her eyes to look away.

“She said that she likes me,” Jaemin replied easily, “But she said it was because I was attractive because I was a vampire,”

“And you didn’t like that,” Iseul finished for him, “Because Na Jaemin doesn’t care about silly things like appearance,” she turned and flashed a bright smile at him.

Jaemin’s eyes widened a bit at the pretty girl resting on him. He let out a light chuckle, “I care about appearances, but I don’t think that’s why you should like someone,”

“Ugh, you’re too sober,” Iseul complained and passed him the cup in her hand, “Here, I don’t feel like drinking tonight,”

Jaemin took her cup and tipped the content back. Immediately he grimaced as the bitter alcohol burned his throat, “Fucking hate alcohol,” he grumbled.

“You still drank it,” Iseul pointed out, her head suddenly feeling heavy and dropping onto Jaemin. The sedating feeling Iseul felt from being high took over her whole body. Jaemin’s warm body baited her in and she pushed her cheek into his chest.

“You’re warm,” she said, “It’s weird,”

“Why?” Jaemin asked.

“You’re usually cold,” Iseul replied.

“I’m hot because it’s hot in here,” Jaemin chuckled.

Iseul hummed but didn’t reply. Her eyes had landed on the couple from earlier. She felt bitterness toward the two but could only watch resentfully as Renjun’s hand snaked around Yihwa’s waist. Yihwa’s hand went up and gently rubbed Renjun’s shoulder and then rested on his chest.

“Hey,” Jaemin said sitting up a bit and making the girl adjust her position to sit properly.

Iseul stared down her nose at Renjun and Yihwa. Jaemin’s eyes drifted over as well and he couldn’t help but let out a scoff. Leaning closer to Iseul, his arm wrapped around her a bit tighter.

“Wanna leave?” he asked, a suggestive tone to his voice.

Iseul glanced sideways at Jaemin, a glimmer in his eyes as his lips turned up into a smirk. Iseul turned her gaze back to Renjun and found that he was staring right at her. Their eyes locked and Iseul refused to back down.

“What so you can feed on me?” Iseul asked in a soft voice to Jaemin.

Jaemin glanced at Renjun, noticing how his eyes bore into the two. Smirking, Jaemin leaned in closer to Iseul, his teeth nipping gently at her ear making a tingly feeling rush through Iseul. “If you let me,” Jaemin replied, his hot breath tickling Iseul’s ear.

With a final look at Renjun, Iseul turned to Jaemin and nodded. Wanting to get on Renjun’s nerves more, she leaned closer to Jaemin and gently placed a kiss on his lips. Jaemin stared back at her with calm eyes before they flashed red and he stood up.

Holding Iseul’s hand, the two left the living room of the party and made their way up the stairs of the house. Iseul followed Jaemin slipping through masses of sweaty bodies. She tried her best to walk in a straight line but the drugs she smoked earlier made her feel off balanced.

“Hold onto me,” Jaemin said when he noticed her stumble. Iseul nodded and wrapped an arm around Jaemin’s and continued to follow him until they finally found an empty room.

The moment the door closed behind them, his arms were around her. They wrapped around her body from the back, hard and strong yet they held her delicately. Iseul had never experienced anything like it before and she felt herself sink into his body wanting more.

Then his lips were on her neck. First gentle, light feathery kisses that trailed down to the base of her neck. His hands gently ran up her arms and then held firmly onto her waist. With his head still buried into her neck, he spun her around slowly.

Iseul immediately dropped her head into his hair, the fresh scent of his cologne and shampoo drowned out the smell of sweaty bodies and beer. Jaemin’s hand found the roots of her hair and gently pulled her head back across his arm.

When his eyes met hers, she found that they were glowing brilliantly red, like the color of rubies. His lips were gently parted as he stared at her fluttering eyes. Standing up fully, Jaemin towered over Iseul and only when she had her back pressed against the wall did she realize how her stomach swirled with butterflies.

Her eyes fluttered shut as Jaemin leaned down and connected their lips. He kissed softly at first like he was testing the waters. He would gently press into the kiss and then pull away.

Iseul’s hands ran up to his light brown hair, tugging gently which earned a gentle moan from Jaemin. Hearing the sound leave his lips, Iseul felt her knees go weak and she dropped one of her hands to brace against the wall. 

Jaemin groaned and quickly hooked his arms around Iseul. Understanding, she gave a small jump and Jaemin quickly hoisted her up and against the wall. Iseul let out a gasp from the impact but it was cut short as Jaemin demanded for her lips. 

The sudden intensity made Iseul’s stomach tense and cling to him as he suddenly became the only solid thing in her dizzy world. The lack of oxygen mixed with the light-headed high she felt made Iseul weak and give in to the kiss.

His insistent lips parted her lips sending wild tremors across her entire body. The taste of his lips was slightly sweet as he gently bit at her bottom lip. His hands ran up her shirt, grabbing at the back of her bra for support.

Without warning, Jaemin pulled Iseul from the wall and took a few stumbling steps back until his legs hit the bed. Iseul felt herself fall forward onto Jaemin as he landed on the bed, but she never broke away from their kiss.

Jaemin pulled back from Iseul and she leaned back trying to catch her breath. She licked her lips, staring down at Jaemin. From where he lay under her, Jaemin’s eyes traveled down her face to where her legs straddled his hips.

“Fuck it,” Iseul heard him mutter under his breath and if possible his red eyes flashed brightly in intensity. 

His hands grabbed at her waist and yanked her off of him. Iseul’s back slammed back into the wall and she let out a pained gasp as Jaemin’s strong hands dug into her hips.

Iseul couldn’t help but let out a gentle laugh at Jaemin’s desperation. “You want it that badly?” she asked, her voice low.

Jaemin’s jaw clenched and his grip loosened on her. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the ground somewhere beside him. “Get on the bed,” his voice was demanding but also tender.

Iseul’s eyes didn’t leave Jaemin as she slowly made her way over. Climbing onto the bed on all fours, Iseul gasped as she suddenly felt Jaemin grab her. She felt herself get thrown and Iseul landed softly on the bed with Jaemin’s face hovering over hers. Iseul stared back at him, taking in the situation before a bright smirk appeared on her face.

“Am I that addictive?” Iseul asked.

“You have no idea,” Jaemin’s voice came out barely in a whisper. He dipped his head down, his lips against her cheeks. They barely brushed her cheek but the light touch was enough to send shivers that made her whole body tremble.

“If you want to back out, tell me now,” he whispered.

When Iseul said nothing, Jaemin gently placed a kiss against her jaw.

“Or now,” his breath tickled her neck.

He traced the line of her collarbone with his lips before moving back up to her face.

“Or–“

Iseul reached up and pulled him down to her. The rest of his words died on his lips as they locked with Iseul’s. He groaned softly, low in his throat before his lips left hers and drifted to her neck.

His lips found their spot on her neck and Iseul could only let out a soft gasp as he kissed her there. Her hands flew to his hair, holding tightly as he continued to kiss and bite at her exposed neck.

When Jaemin finally pulled away, his hot breath fanned against Iseul’s neck. She let out a soft whine at the sudden lack of his presence.

“Last chance,” he said leaning back, Iseul’s hands falling from his hair.

Instead of saying anything Iseul only tilted her head to the other side revealing the side of her neck that wasn’t marked with kisses. Jaemin’s hand gently brushed against her neck to move away any stray strands of hair.

Iseul watched as his half-lidded eyes stared down at her neck, his fangs poking out from his slightly parted lips. Jaemin dipped his head toward her neck and she felt him smirk against her.

The sudden wave of pain that came from Jaemin latching onto her neck made Iseul cry out in pain. Her hands grabbed at his back, her nails digging into his skin. Jaemin hissed at the pain but went right back to drinking Iseul’s blood moments later.

Iseul grimaced as she felt her energy start to diminish. Her eyes fluttered, fighting the urge to close her eyes to sleep as Jaemin continued to feed off of her. Iseul’s tight grip on Jaemin’s started to grow weak and Jaemin pulled away.

His lips were tinted red from her blood and his red eyes glowed brightly from drinking blood. Iseul grabbed Jaemin’s hand, suddenly panicked at how she felt herself slipping into black. Jaemin held her hand as well and gently pressed a kiss to it. 

“You’re okay,” he said softly, leaning down and placing a kiss on Iseul’s temple, “I’ll be here to watch over you, just rest,”

Iseul let out a gentle whimper before she relaxed into the bed and drifted off to sleep.

©injoontz 2024

[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.

[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]

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!"

[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

[kosegruppaa]

i’ve rewatched episodes 6-7 while sedated on a mix of painkillers and alcohol and i did enjoy them more this time around lol

i still think the show would have benefitted a lot from some more time (both episodes but also like in universe time) for many things including antagonist buildup, ed’s probation, izzy arc, and stede and ed’s conflict but like. i also love them and enjoy seeing them all on my screen so 🫶🏼

also i gotta say zheng yi sao is so good i love her! would watch a whole show about her for sure. the way i wanna cry for her at the end of ep7 🥺

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

"Don't need to ask me twice". Adam smiled planting himself on the sand and reaching inside the cooler,grabbing the first drink his hand touched. He pulled out a Rheingold. "Wow haven't had one of these in decades "! He wasn't the biggest fan of Drys but,beggers can't be choosers.

(Beach week) He was just planning to walk down and then go back to his room. That is until he saw a fimilure gray cap in the distance. He jogged up a smile on his face at the sight of his freind, kind of. "Gotta say never expected you to be here".

On the beach, Roth was far enough away from the tide for comfort. He sat there, resting on his beach towel, while he drank his beer.

Looking up, Roth smiled and raised his beer to Adam. The beer was making Roth a tad bit more friendly.

Yet, the snark was ever present. Ever eternal.

“Well well . . . look who showed up. Also, I’m never expected.”

Roth reached into his cooler and grabbed a beer. Ice cold, resembling a brand from the late 1970s.

“Grab one. Enjoy the sun.”

[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

[soulmusicsongs]

Drugs Ain’t Cool

Drugs Ain’t Cool: 16 Soul Songs With An Anti-Drug Message

Our music culture has glorified drug use. Listen for exemple to Reefer Man by Cab Calloway, I Wanna Be Sedated by The Ramones or Cocaine by  J.J. Cale. They all sing about the joys of marijuana, cocaine, crack and a other narcotics.

Here are 16 tracks that tell a different story. Who needs drugs when you can get high on Soul Music!

Ah-Junkie Man - Samuella Williams (I'm Tired Of Stealing Your Love / Ah-Junkie Man, 1972)

Billy Green is Dead - Gil Scott-Heron (Free Will, 1972)

Child Of The Streets - Sam Dees (The Show Must Go On, 1975)

Cocaine Blues - W. Ambros (Nie Und Nimmer, 1979)

The Devil Is Dope - The Dramatics ‎(A Dramatic Experience, 1973)

Drugs Ain’t Cool - Ebony Rhythm Band (Drugs Ain’t Cool / Soul Heart Transplant, 1970)

The Junkie - Inmates and Ex-Inmates (From The Cold Jaws Of Prison, 1971)

Me And My Junkey Man (Its Hell For Me) - Lolla Collins (Save The Children / Me And My Junkey Man (Its Hell For Me), 197?)

No Thing On Me (Cocaine Song) - Curtis Mayfield ‎(Super Fly, 1972)

Pusher - Conjunto El Opio (Pusher / Déjame Solo, 1973)

The Pusher - Final Decisions (The Pusher / I Feel What You Feel, 1973)

Pusherman - J. J. Caillier (Louisiana Rapper- Herman The Soul Burner / Pusherman - J. J. Caillier, 197?)

Pusher Man (Give Me A Dime) - Duke Turner (Give Me Some Sugar / Pusher Man (Give Me A Dime), 1974)

See What You Done, Done (Hymn No. 9) - Delia Gartrell ‎(See What You Done, Done (Hymn No. 9) / Fighting Fire, With Fire, 1971)

Signed Miss Heroin - Sam Dees (So Tied Up / Signed Miss Heroin, 1973)

A Talk About Drugs - Rev. Willingham (I Go To Prepare A Place, 1972)

More Soul Music

10 Soul Songs Against Drugs

15 Soul Songs Against Drugs

Alcohol, alcohol

11 Songs about alcohol

Soul Songs About Alcohol

[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