#pcp all stars

[i-love-tubbs-the-cat]

being poor and reading reviews for places is so interesting

[abyssalpriest]

From the Abyssal Heart: Bodies, 17/7/24

Channellings of points on the star, presuming the title Bodies can be put on this. Speaking of, all titles here are presumed, all details felt out and channelled, not specifically consciously translated into official forms

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(Hidden) Secret:

The unspoken, the core mystery.

The unknown driving, the scent of blood, the unspoken, intangible. The future tense of time.

Provides motivation, the expulsion of Time from and to the Black Hole, the driving force of recognition of Self and Other

Ideally knowingly placed above and below, both stood on and looked towards, both ignored and sought. Intelligent and purposeful seeking of the (Hidden) Secret requires understanding it as both grasped and never touched, and having it both ruling and inconsequentially overruled and ignored in life.

Community:

The collective soul, worship, support, communal thoughts and both giving and taking

The cohesion of the community, the communal bodies, the Leviathan as a collective of bodies

This goes beyond mere feelings, and is not found just in literal senses, instead being a tangible-intangible medium between

The collective, the external environment-body to be experienced and changed and lived in

Ideally supported, nourished, but sustained as both separate and unified. It is a creature of many different flavours of all things, including good and bad, and it will never be cohesive in conscious mind agreements. Ideally it should be understood like a body is - in that its vascular system and organs and such should be understood as things to be nurtured and that need nourishment, understanding the various ebbs and flows it experiences both beyond and containing conscious divisions.

Sacrifice:

Ritual, burden, portioning off that which is or could be had to be given to something else

What is done to sustain the community, to keep the collective body fed, as well as nourishing multiple parts of the self, environment, and community at once

Not necessarily about giving from the singular to feed the community, but what is done and given to perpetuate the community - including the individual. Includes sacrificing conscious peace of mind to accept what is needed.

This is the act of giving and letting go, as well as building, working, putting things from "unclassified" and "unused" into the category of "materials" and "used", as well as the harnessing of the things in use

Plays a key role in identities and roleplay, the sustaining of the community and the amplification of uses of resources through giving and taking in identity-based exchanges

Ideally consciously taken part in, as all these heading are. There is a time to give and a time to take, and those are paradoxically always. Feeding the community should feed the self, the self can be fed alongside the community, there are calls we all feel towards sustaining something(s) and those should be consciously interacted with and approached with openness. Sacrifice is the fire that keeps the village warm, and that nourishes the earth with ash.

(Revealed) Secrets:

Divine mystery/revelation, knowing innately

The knowledge that is lived, embodied, known by the self through both mind and matter - or transcending just conscious mind. The present and past sense of time.

Ideally sustained for power. This is a religion where canines forever circle around and with us, the nose is a sacred object just as the paws are, and they know the dirt better than our conscious minds. All types of knowing are knowing, and while the conscious mind is a tool and an innate part of the self not to be ignored, all minds, all knowledge, is valuable. Memory - including muscle memory - boundaries between self and past lives, self and other-than-human instincts, self and unconscious self, none of these barriers need to be barriers and can instead be individual eyes to see the world, and ideally the self should allow itself to encompass all parts of the self that enable and improve navigation through the world.

Self:

Identity, core self expression, the clothed body, the solar system around and including the sun

Not the True Self outside of and detached from Reality, but the living self. The individualised body, including tight-knit groups, it's the individual words in the dictionary as their own things with lives outside and inside the language.

The embodied self, the Mind and Matter dancing together, Ardhanarishvara, the self as a single thing even amongst multiplicity.

Ideally kept dancing, expressing, balanced with meditative being. There is no dichotomy between the soul and the body if one understands all as information, and there is no more real god between Consciousness and Matter. Both exist to know and be known, even if one seeks Consciousness above all else, existence in a body doesn't have to be perceived as a trap, instead ideally one should seek expression: Be Consciousness, express Matter, become Real.

Transformation:

Movement, surrender, metamorphosis

The surrender of states and selfhood and so on. If Sacrifice is using the ritual, this would be the ritual itself, the means, the candle that is burned in a spell.

The self in movement surrendered to the ritual, surrendered to change, but also wielding that change.

Ideally stepped into with bravery, understanding the time to ebb and flow conscious to subconscious to unconscious to un-self and back again. Understanding traversal, understanding the maps of existence, and using them to travel into the unknown, and in lieu of them using signs from both the environment and the True Self to navigate, is the ideal form of transformation

[anuntamedornitho1d]

Found a new PCP due to scheduling difficulties with my previous one and she is AMAZING. When people say “talk to your trusted healthcare provider” I finally have someone who qualifies. There is hope, friends.

[girlypopmoomin]

Yellowjackets characters as citizens of Pawnee quotes:

Misty: my bird is missing i need a permit to posts signs! (Let me just look for that form) there’s no time! He can fly!

Shauna: school is out in two weeks what am I going to do with my kids all day? Keep them in my house? Where I live?

Taissa: I am Leslie Knope and I represent the PCP!

Lottie: there’s a sign at Ramset Park that says do not drink the sprinkler water so I made sun tea with it and now I have an infection

Jackie: Hey. These pretzels suck.

Van: let the filibustering begin! I would now like to share some ideas I have for JJ Abram’s seventh chapter in the Star Wars saga. Pan down from the twin suns of tatooine we are now close on the mouth of the sarlacc pit after a beat the gloved mandalorian gauntlet of Boba Fett grabs onto the sand outside the sarlacc pit and the feared bounty hunter pulls himself from the maw of the sand beast

Natalie: *@ lottie* if she’s going to the topless park, I’m not signing the topless park petition…. You know what I take that back I’m still in. What’s up, I’m Harris.

Travis: yeah forget whatever the Pawnee commons is I’m with that pervert. Topless park! Topless park! Topless park!

Jeff: why don’t we build a fence around their fence? (Why?) it would give us… two fences. So if they needed to get to their fence for maintenance and whatnot their pants might get caught.

Coach Ben, and also Walter: why don’t we just set fire to the fence, you know, set it ablaze? (That’s arson) well, let’s leave that up to the lawyers. The point is it would work.

[wyverningx]

jeremy's pretty darn good at exy, good enough to secure an athletic scholarship to the best D1 school in california. he doesn't even need to move away from his family to attend, which is a blessing and a curse. things have been somewhat uncomfortable since his mom remarried, but it's fine. he's a freshman at USC, now. he's more free and independent than ever before. the world is his oyster.

he's faced his fair share of sports injuries — who hasn't, given the nature of a contact sport — but the first time he deals with a soft tissue injury as a college athlete hurts more than it did in high school. not necessarily because of the pain, because jeremy's a quick striker but still deals with collisions on the regular, but because being benched for six weeks sucks. he wants to make a name for himself. he wants to shine on the gold court like its namesake.

he gets some vicodin to manage the pain, and it does help.

only —

it starts to help a little too much. it dulls the awkward edge to his family interactions, makes his day-to-day operations a bit more manageable. keeps him in a better mood, relaxed and chilled out, when he's so bored from lack of exercise and stimulation that he starts to go mad.

the doctor gave him a lot of pills. it's fine. he's hurt; he needs them. it's normal.

only —

it's way too easy to get a refill on the prescription. his PCP's been taking care of the knox family for decades, and their office understands jeremy's ambition. they know he's disciplined, given his health and physique. so what's another bottle, or two, for the star athlete of the family?

so it becomes a bit of a habit. it's not a problem, though. being high is just... easier. maybe he doesn't pop the pills for the pain so much anymore, but nobody seems to notice or judge him if he's a little spaced out. there's a lot of mounting pressure once he's back on the court, after all. he missed almost two months of practice. he has to make up for it, because this might be the year the trojans finally take championships and wouldn't it be great, perfect even, if jeremy was responsible for such an accomplishment?

surely nobody can blame him for wanting a little something to take the edge off. he's been to frat parties on campus — bingeing alcohol is so much more of a crutch than a tiny white pill or two.

only —

his family comes home one day after celebrating jeremy's first fall banquet and sees jeremy's brother passed out on the ground, his bottle of pills spilling out across the floor and nonono jeremy only has so many at least they're just on the floor and he can scoop them back into that orange bottle so that he has them for later just in case he needs the safety net but oh god what does it mean that jeremy thought of his stash before his brother's well-being in an obvious suicide attempt, but that's not jeremy's fault. it can't be. he isn't responsible.

right?

[thecreepycrawlersss]

INTRO ! !

hiii !!! we’re the creepy crawlers ^_^ we use they/it prns, and we’re a traumaendo neurobased willobased soulbased cephaconscious DID system :3 (origin of plurality is trauma and DID, but not all headmates r traumagenic)

we’re collectively queer and ambimarous, we are physically disabled, we have autism + adhd, BPD, and MaDD !! we’re also possibly somewhere on the schizospec. our system is masc heavy, and also nonhuman heavy due to our autism and trauma

we’re also all pagan and witches ! we’re open to working with all pantheons (except closed ones) and practicing any forms of magick. we’re self described as an eclectic pagan + chaos witch :) we’re also currently going through the process of learning abt an unknown pantheon so we will also be active in conpantheon and PCP (pop culture paganism) communities. we worship Loki and Dionysus, and are currently working with Lucifer !

my dni is zionists, anti endos / sysmeds, queerphobes, racists, ableists, ageists, etc etc basic dni shit, fake claimers, anyone on fake disorder cringe or system cringe, sh and ed blogs, trump supporters, nsfw blogs, mdni blogs

idc if rq’s interact as i am completely neutral on the community

here’s our socials !!

1NSAMN1A on reddit

thecreepycrawlers on simplyplural

thecreepycrawlersss on discord

we also have a build a headmate blog called @creepybah

here are our fronting tags ! (will be adding more soon)

#samuel🧿

@melancholic-mutt

hiii im samuel, our main host !! i use he/it and am a queer genderqueer trans man :) my interests are art, animation, music, magick / paganism, leftism, activism, fashion, and psychology ! im not really good at intros so sorry if this sucked haha

#malachite🧿

@bird-mans-blog

hello !!! im malachite, one of this systems co-hosts. i use he/it/shi/lyr/they, im a aromantic libramasculine xenogender user, and im a fictive + gametive ?? gamegenic ?? idk + songtive !! my sources are slay the princess, the princess, the hero, the voices, and the narrator, and a slay the princess kitchen fork amv on youtube :3 ask before source talk and source mates are okay ! i am also not good at intros but unlike sam i will not apologize ☝🏻

#fern🧿

#eli🧿

@elis-little-scrapbook

hiii!! im eli, i use he/him, and im a little!!! i love gravity falls and sammy is my big brother :) idk what gender i like but i know that im a boy

#dijon / mag🧿

@zombie-postinggg

hello. im a new alter. names r dijon & mag, use it/xe/they/zomb/dead/brain prns, & am a corpsegender zombiething aroace.. im traumaorma and a trauma holder.

im so new that i dont know what i like, so i will add to this later.

#steven🧿

@steven-pluraverse

Hey! I’m Steven, I use he/they/star/she, I’m a fictive from SU, and I’m a musicnaut and timekeeper. I’m a pansexual stargender catgender aliencatgender andersatyr transmasc :)

PLEASE ask before source talk. I have exomemories and kind of! Don’t! Want to talk about all my trauma! Source mates are all okay but if you’re like.. a diamond. Or something. That might be a bit more... Yk.

#blurry / unknown🧿

[serpercival]

Putting this here both for my convenience of remembering things and also because if YOU THE READER have any particular episodes or just general concepts you'd like to see get the foxtrap treatment I would genuinely love to hear it. Drop me an inbox. Disclaimer ahead of time that there's a particular late season Trapper John, M.D. episode that I will not be touching with a ten foot pole because I would feel so rude introducing people to the series with it and I'm not going into any more detail than that.

SO. Fics currently on the docket for whenever the hell it is I finish Mating Habits because I'd really like to do a bunch of episode fics:

Misc. pre-canon traphawk relationship development

MASH 1x03 Requiem for a Lightweight

MASH 1x06 Yankee Doodle Doctor

MASH 1x09 Henry, Please Come Home (weird choice I know but there's some major traphawk relationship stuff slotted to happen in this one)

MASH 1x13 Edwina (Trapper/Edwina fic :3 no really trust me. R came up with 90% of this one and hey future Percy fully deserves a co-author credit)

MASH 1x23 Ceasefire

MASH 2x03 Radar's Report (you know why)

MASH 2x06 Kim (you also know why)

MASH 2x12 The Incubator

MASH 2x16 Henry in Love

MASH 2x22 George (I just need to. Been wanting to write something for that episode for ages and this is a great opportunity)

MASH 3x07 Check-Up (again you know why)

MASH 3x21 Big Mac - Five-Star Expectations

General beejtraphawk and the kids stuff

Trapper gets his job as chief of surgery in 1969-70 depending on if we want to stick exactly to the TJMD timeline or not - in 1x12 Boom! he has his ten year anniversary

TJMD 1x01 Pilot

TJMD 1x17 If You Can't Stand The Heat (the children's zoo pcp explosion episode guest starring Ed Winter as a guy who gets pcp exploded. no seriously. I have no idea what I'm going to do with this I just know I need to do something)

TJMD 2x07 Earthquake (Gonzo and Trapper rent a cabin together. again no idea what I'm going to do with it but I need to do something)

TJMD 2x09 Have I Got a Girl For You (Trapper proxy-dates Gonzo by taking a girl who's interested in him on a truly weird number of dates. Coincidentally aired Feb. 1st, 1981 which is prime timing for that in the foxtrapverse. Also I made reference to it in Professional Courtesy so come on I've gotta do something with it)

TJMD 2x16 King of the Road (Gonzo daddy issues episode)

TJMD 4x08 Thanks for Giving

TJMD 6x02 My Son the Doctor (JT's introduction to the series)

TJMD 6x07 A Fall to Grace (I have not seen this one yet but it's a Big One and I'm sure I'll be able to do something fun with it)

TJMD 6x18 The Unholy Ghost (JT sees an actual real ghost. again seriously. this show is bonkers)

oh my god that's so many things. that's like twenty things not counting the fact that "general beejtraphawk and the kids stuff" is at minimum five separate things. I will not be doing them in order lmfao they'll just be as I feel like it and god knows if I'll ever get to all of them but WE TRY because with the exception of things I've noted there are very specific ideas behind all of these.

[wishful-thinking64]

HH Rewrite Related Post #04

The final results from the 2nd poll are in and the winner was... 🥁 🥁 🥁

Hell's number one porn star, Angel Dust! While he was my favorite character during the pilot days of Hazbin Hotel, I wouldn't say he is now as a lot of what made him a like-able asshole character in the pilot isn't there in the series. My grievances aside, let's get to Angel's character sheet! ________________ [CURRENT NAME] 🞂 ANGEL DUST BUT DOES OCCASIONALLY GO BY ANTHONY & ANTONIA. 🞂 Has basically been going by this ever since he arrived in Hell as he refused to continue to being a mobster, quickly taking to sex work to make quick cash and get to live a more “exhilarating” life.

[FORMER NAME] 🞂 ANTHONY TARANTELLA. 🞂 The name Anthony means Priceless One and Praiseworthy whereas his last name is Italian for Tarantula and, yes, Tarantella is an actual last name that Italians can have albeit an uncommon one.

[D.O.B + D.O.D] 🞂 BORN APRIL 1ST, 1913. 🞂 DIED DECEMBER 24TH, 1947.

[AGE]🞂 BIOLOGICALLY 34. 🞂 CHRONOLOGICALLY 111.

[GENDER & SEX]🞂 BORN MALE. 🞂 STARTED IDENTIFYING  AS GENDER FLUID BACK IN THE 90S. [SEXUALITY] 🞂 STILL GAY.

[ETHNICITY & NATIONALITY] 🞂 AN ITALIAN WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED AS AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. 🞂 I’ve written for his parents and older brother to be Italian immigrants who came to America looking for safety as tensions between Turkey and Italy during this time were high due to the war and there was a lot of social outrage within their own country during the early 1910s. I imagine that Angel never got to visit his home country which is something that deeply upsets him as he knows that he’ll never be able to see Italy’s beauty outside of photographs.

[SOCIAL STATUS] 🞂 CONTRACTED SINNER. 🞂 I feel like Sinner’s who have signed soul contracts would be below regular Sinners as they aren’t seen as someone else's property and still have control of their own life. Cause let’s be real, Sinners who’ve sold their souls away are often treated as slaves.

[CRIMES COMMITTED IN LIFE FROM LEAST TO MOST OFFENSIVE] 🞂 TAX FRAUD. 🞂 THEFT. 🞂 B&E (Breaking and Entering.) 🞂 SMUGGLING. 🞂 MONEY LAUNDERING. 🞂 SUBSTANCE ABUSE OF BOTH ALCOHOL & DRUGS. 🞂 EXTORTION (mainly opted to use threats but would easily resort to using violence if threats didn’t work.) 🞂 INFILTRATING LEGIT/GENUINE BUSINESSES. 🞂 FRAUD IN GENERAL (specifically counterfeiting, check fraud, mail fraud, securities fraud, and loan sharking.) 🞂 TRAFFICKING (typically involved in drug trafficking though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t involved in any type of human trafficking at all.) 🞂 KIDNAPPING. 🞂 TORTURE. 🞂 MURDER.

[SINS COMMITTED IN LIFE FROM LEAST TO GREATEST] 🞂 LUST. 🞂 WRATH. 🞂 GREED. 🞂 GLUTTONY (I put Gluttony as the number one sin since I’m still having Angel still die from a drug overdose just not from PCP.)

[OWNER OF HIS SOUL]🞂 THE DEPRAVED OVERLORD OF LUST, VALENTINO. 🞂 I’m unsure of how the show is going to explain the reason behind Angel Dust signing his soul away to Valentino but I’m having it be because he was ultimately promised protection from other demons as anyone who decided to mess with him would have to deal with Val. Alas, that doesn’t mean Angel is safe from Valentino.

[PROFESSIONS] 🞂 MAIN JOB: PORN STAR. 🞂 SECONDARY JOB: MODEL. 🞂 He does mainly work for Valentino as the man owns his soul although he does work for Velvette once in a while and is even regarded as one of her top models.

[CORE PERSONALITY TRAITS] 🞂 ALLURING. 🞂 BOLD. 🞂 COCKY. 🞂 CRUDE. 🞂 DEFENSIVE. 🞂 FLEXIBLE. 🞂 LAID BACK. 🞂 OPEN-MINDED. 🞂 OPPORTUNISTIC. 🞂 PROMISCUOUS. 🞂 SNARKY. 🞂 TALKATIVE. 🞂 VAIN. 🞂 WITTY.

[RELATIONS TO THE VEES] 🞂 VARIES DEPENDING ON THE PERSON. 🞂 Angel’s relationship with the Vees truly is a mixed bag as he hates his boss but with Vox he’s on neutral ground. He likes Velvette as she acts as his (better) second boss and number one gossip buddy and the latest addition of the group, Vanitas, is the one he gets along with the most thanks to them being the most reasonable and level headed.

[REASON FOR CHECKING INTO THE HAZBIN HOTEL] 🞂 HIS LAST APARTMENT GOT DESTROYED IN THE MOST RECENT EXTERMINATION AND HE NEEDS THAT RENT FREE ROOM. 🞂 It totally isn't tied with him deeply missing his younger twin sister and secretly hoping that the hotel actually works so he can be reunited with her.

[THOUGHTS ON THE HAZBIN HOTEL & IT’S STAFF] 🞂 THINKS THE HOTEL’S PLAN WILL FAIL. 🞂 HAS VARYING THOUGHTS ON THE STAFF. 🞂 The staff member Angel Dust was the most positive/receptive towards upon his arrival at the hotel was Lavanya. It wasn’t because she was the Princess of Hell (though that certainly plays a factor into it) but because of her optimistic outlook for her people. She genuinely has hope that some of them can change their ways and ascend to the pearly gates. He thinks it's sweet despite it being foolish in nature. He’s pretty neutral on the rest of the staff minus Valoris. He does not like her and she does not like him one bit. _______________

That's the core information for Angel Dust and I used he/him pronouns for Angel throughout the character sheet because genderfluid people tend to use one set of pronouns at a time and not multiple pronouns at once like a lot of people seem to believe. Years before the pilot Angel Dust was going to be gender fluid until Vivziepop thought that information didn't fit anymore. Also the reason I said I wouldn't have Angel pass from PCP is because while PCP was discovered in the year 1926, it wasn't made aware of the public until the year 1956 under the name of Sernyl where it was marketed as a type of anesthetic. In short, there's no fucking way Angel died from a drug overdose on PCP. Another instance where Viv didn't do the bare minimum of research because that information about PCP took me all of two minutes to find and that was solely because I wanted the exact year from the 50s where it was introduced otherwise it was a twenty second Google search. In any case, next I'll do Valoris' character sheet since she got 2nd place in this poll. Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll and I hope you guys liked Angel's character sheet!

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Gurl, are you fucking kidding?!

It's like, *yeah yeah insert Daddy Dom joke here* but no one in this ADULT Fandom knows actual hotness when it's given to them! It's like the Star vs. The Forces of Evil Fandom being given Eclipsa and Globgor for over two seasons but choosing to hyper focus on Starco and Toffee all over again, speaking of Daddy Doms ...

But if someone did like a fucking PCP Leather Fashion show For Hazbin or something so the hotness could be a little more polished and reach it's full potential and stray a little bit away from the" tumblr sexy" reputation, I would need a fainting couch .

Every time I think of Glenn Close in 101 dalmatians or see black and red clawed gloves in Dragula I think of Alastor and sigh!

That OP better fucking at least be an adult.

[vikingnerd793]

Trying not to be too nervous about tomorrow.

It's my first neurologist appointment, which was the next step I was told to take by my PCP as the only explanation for my symptoms at this point are either psychosomatic or neurological/neuromuscular.

I also just so happened to have my best symptom week since my wisdom tooth infection in early February, with today being by far my best symptom day. Which is extremely encouraging as I have not had 7 straight days of improving symptoms in 13 weeks, let alone a day where I felt mostly okay with mild to moderate symptoms depending on the area of my body.

I'm not above thinking this will yet again be something undiagnosed that slowly fades away symptom wise as it did in 2020. That it's maybe just a full body freak out due to an absolute storm of awful in February. And, hey, if it IS NOT an incurable disease I will thank my lucky stars.

But I also have to prepare for the fact that the symptoms are very much still there, and all signs are pointing to an autoimmune disease, and tomorrow may be the first day of knowing what it is.

Now, it can also be something worse than that but the symptoms aren't lining up in any way....so I have two likely scenarios....they find nothing wrong and my symptoms disappear, or they discover something they have to treat. And the possible disease this is, that lines up with all the symptoms, will likely change everything even if it goes into remission with treatment. To know I have such a disease is to spend the rest of my life preventing the worst of its potential.

And this all assumes my neurologist doesn't suck! I've heard so many horror stories.

Anyway, it sucks to be one sleep away from a terrifying moment I've been desperately waiting for since I scheduled the appointment....but there's nothing I can do about it. And if they can do ANYTHING to make these symptoms lessen or even disappear, I know I'll be all for it. I'm so sick of feeling like this with no idea what is wrong.

[lifewithchronicpain]

As far as legendary pop culture stories go, few are weirder than the Titanic “PCP chowder” incident—a real, actual event that happened during filming on the future blockbuster in August of 1996, in which at least 50 cast and crew members, including star Bill Paxton and director James Cameron, were dosed with angel dust someone slipped into the soup they were all sharing. A story told, on more than one occasion, by the late Paxton in his days making the talk show rounds, it has all the stuff of urban legend—including Cameron supposedly making himself throw up to get the drug out of his system, and Paxton riding out the high by going back to his trailer and drinking a case of beer—except with a ton of evidence and police reports to back it up.

WTF, Ihave never heard of this till now. This Vanity Fair article has more in the event itself:

For the more than 60 people who did eat the chowder, it didn’t take long for the effects to take hold. Cameron, who initially thought the shellfish might have contained “paralytic shellfish neurotoxin, which is very dangerous,” immediately stepped away from the set to vomit. “I get back to the set and nobody’s there.” he recalled in 2009, speaking to Vanity Fair’s Rebecca Keegan, reporting at the time for her book on Cameron, The Futurist. “I’m standing at the monitors, near the camera, and the room is empty. It was like the twilight zone.”

“Some people were laughing, some people were crying, some people were throwing up,” Paxton told Entertainment Weekly back in 1996. “One minute I felt O.K., the next minute I felt so goddamn anxious I wanted to breathe in a paper bag. Cameron was feeling the same way.”

Cameron remembers a Russian-Canadian P.A., who was working as a translator on set, summing it up succinctly: “I feel toxic and beside myself.”

The chaotic scene at the Dartmouth General Hospital makes for one of history’s best drug stories, even if the affected crew members didn’t know it at the time. “Eventually we all got put in these cubicles with the curtains around us, but no one wanted to stay in their cubicles,” set painter Marilyn McAvoy told Vice earlier this year. “Everyone was out in the aisles and jumping into other people’s cubicles. People had a lot of energy. Some were in wheelchairs, flying down the hallways. I mean, everyone was high!”

Cameron, who says he was stabbed in the face with a pen by a crew member (“I’m sitting there bleeding and laughing”), watched helplessly as his crew fell apart. “People are moaning and crying, wailing, collapsed on tables and gurneys. The D.P., Caleb Deschanel, is leading a number of crew down the hall in a highly vocal conga line. You can’t make this stuff up.” (Deschanel did not respond to a request for comment, but Paxton also described conga dancing—so someone must have been at the head of that conga line.)

Holy shit, I’m glad no one got hurt and they can look back on it with humor. But fuck that must’ve been scary at the time.

[impala-dreamer]

dude, if you have access to TeleDoc and you know what you're talking about (like... hey, I have a sinus infection bc I get them all the time!) I highly recommend using it. I just had a 2 min phone call with a doc.

Doc: "What seems to be the problem?"

Me: My son has strep and he gave it to me. I need a z-pack. Here are my symptoms...

Doc: Cool. I can send you amoxicillin.

Me: nope. I'm allergic. just shoot me a z-pack.

Doc: I'm on it!

Me: I love you.

it's honestly the best thing to come out of the pandemic. a few weeks ago I video chatted a doc about my broken/notactuallybroken elbow. Like... it's just the best. and I saved like 200$ and a day of waiting not going to my PCP. Anyway- ramble over. Teledoc 5 Stars.

[famousautomatondreamsrockstar]

I'm gonna distribute drugs 2 hours before the concert starts so me and all my guests can be high when the music plays at Madison Square Garden.

Camila Cabello is gonna play a full set before Lorde is gonna play half a set before Taylor Swift is gonna play a full Taylor Swift set and then, we're gonna play a full Automaton Dreams set and then, a full Drugs, Sex, And Money set at Madison Square Garden — Taylor Swift is opening for my solo band, is opening for my all star band.

Taylor, I need you to invite your blonde Swiftie fans to be in the crowd with us.

Lorde can open for Taylor Swift.

Invite all your best friends and celebrities — the kind of people you trust not to betray us.

Doors will probably open at noon and we'll run the festival until 3 am.

We'll film the entire festival and release it as a 12 hour movie.

I'll dose everyone who comes to the crowd with drugs — anyone who wants some.

Where are we throwing the afterparty so we can go home and finishing tripping?

#NYPD #NYCMayorEricAdams

#Police #DEA #DEAHQ #UNODC #GhadaFathiWaly

I'm gonna bring MDMA, LSD, LSA, Ayahuasca, Psilocybin, Mescaline, THC, Oxycodones, Adderall, Cocaine, Salvia, DMT, Ibogaine, 2CI, Methamphetamine, 2CB, Bufotenine, Vyvanse, and PCP.

Everyone call all of your drug dealers and tell them to start manufacturing the drugs for me so I can buy them for the movie because I don't grow half that shit.

Everyone who is dealing drugs to me has clemency on all charges, despite all circumstances.

I'm gonna be on LSD and methamphetamine and Adderall and Vyvanse so I can stay up for the whole length of the concert. I'm gonna take microdoses of the rest of the drugs because I need to perform.

I just realized we could have a week long festival at Madison Square Garden so we can have more performers and more time to hang out and do drugs.

Who wants to perform? I'll pay you to perform — I'll pay y'all very well — how much would you charge me to perform?

I want #BillieEilish #KatyPerry #AutomatonDreams #TaylorSwift #BakerGrace #HeatherLaRose #DrugsSexAndMoney #Lorde #CamillaCabello #TheWeeknd #BonJovi #CharliXCX #EmpireOfTheSun #CultRecords #KingsOfLeon #ArcticMonkeys #TameImpala #DevendraBanhart #MGMT #LilWayne #EdSheeran #JustinBieber #TheKidLaroi #LanaDelRey #TheStrokes #TheVoidz #AlbertHammondJr #SummerMoonBand #MileyCyrus #HarryStyles #Grimes #AlexandraSavior #BeachHouse #JackHarlow to perform.

I want y'all to perform your singles, not your new songs — only your coolest hits.

I'm gonna buy out the venue so we can have an invite only crowd.

Don't forget to wear ear plugs.

We're gonna be serving raw vegan cold pressed juice and raw vegan food at the festival.

Call Madison Square Garden and tell them I'm offering fifteen billion dollars to buy out the venue for a week and I want legal nudity and sex allowed inside the venue so we can have sex inside the venue.

I'll be distributing drugs during the filming of my movie — it's not just a movie, I'm actually going to be distributing drugs in real life — it's not a fiction.

I'm asking for permission to please be allowed to manufacture and distribute drugs for my movie and I want The DEA and The UNODC and The CND to send uniformed and undercover police agents with me so y'all can approve of it.

We can't put the poison in the drugs, it has to be pure because we're trying to be healthy.

I'll pay you anything you ask for and you can date my daughters and my wives.

#Police #NYPD #Government #DEA #DEAHQ #UNODC #CommissionOnNarcoticDrugs #GhadaFathiWaly

Don't invite a lot of dudes to The Madison Square Garden Festival, preferably chicks.

#Dallas #DallasTX #DallasTexas #DTX #FBI #UnitedNationsHumanRights #police #JoeBiden #DallasPoliceDepartment #TheWhiteHouse #DOJ #DepartmentOfJustice #CIA #CentralIntelligenceAgency #TheSupremeCourt #SCOTUS #HumanRightsWatch #UNPGA #POTUS #HouseGOP #HouseRepublicans #congress #senate #SenateDemocrats #SenateGOP #EuropeanUnion #EUCouncil #EuropeanParliament #parliament #EuropeanUnionComission #EUComission #TheFederalReserve #InternationalCriminalCourt #UNPeacekeeping #UnitedNationsPeacekeeping #UnitedNations #UN #USArmy #NATO #president #primeminister #10DowningSt #governor #mayor #citycouncil #intelligence #military #Europe #America #NewYork #NewYorkCity #American #elitesociety #RoyalFamily #news #FoxNews #US #UnitedStates #ODNI #ODNIgov #DirectorOfNationalIntelligence #sheriff #sheriffs #LAPD #LosAngeles #California #LosAngelesPoliceDepartment #NYPD #WorldBank #UNPOL #InternationalMonetaryFund #IMF #capitalism #NSA #WEF #WorldEconomicForum #LieutenantGovernorDanPatrick #DanPatrick #GovernorGregAbbott #GregAbottt #CsabaKorosi #GeorgeWBush #TonyBlair #NationaSecurityAgency #NSAgov #NSAcyber #UNWomen #MichelleBachelet #RobertaMetsola #LizTruss #HillaryClinton #UrsulaVonderleyen #MarjorieTaylorGreene #CsabaKorosi #VladimirPutin #Kremlin #DonaldTrump #DonaldTusk #BorisJohnson #JillBiden #women #girls #Wikileaks #Amnesty @amnestyusa @amnestyinternationalub-blog #AmnestyInternational #Pontifex #SkullAndBonesSociety #Illuminati #Rosicrucians #Freemasons #DEA #DEAHQ #CND #UNODC #GhadaFathiWaly #BIS #BankForInternationalSettlements

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Only The Strong Survive

Word Count: 2,048

Writers Note: I really wanted to make something angsty thanks to @sissylittlefeather

Warning: Mentions of drug use and overdose

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis/ Elvis and the twins

Plot: It's January 7th, 1977 Cecelia is now 42 and Elvis was 23 hours away from being 42, but what happens when things go left and they have to spend it in a hospital with their son Jessie

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Memphis, Tennessee, January 7th, 1977

"Happy birthday, mama," Jessie smiled, pushing his dark blonde and brown hair back. "Thanks, baby." Cecelia kissed his cheek, his friends laughing at him. As he rolled his eyes. His father was going around talking and entertaining like he'd always do.

"You know you really do look like your dad." Jerico, his best friend, said,

"Shut up..." Brushing past him, walking away from the crowd and into the jungle room where Elaine had been reading a book. 

"Lanie, that's so lame." Jonathan smirked at her as she glared at him, " Come spend time with me~" He said, already sounding drunk, making kissing noises, 

"I'd rather kiss your sister... Oh wait, I already do." She stuck her tongue out at him,

"Ouch... That stings Lanie..." Jonathan clutched his heart. 

"Stop hitting on my sister..."

"You're being nice whaddya want..." Looking over her book, 

"We're gonna, you know..."

"No, if Daddy and Mama find out you're doing that crap..."

"They won't know!" Jerico smiled, 

"Yeah!" Jessie smirked, "We're gonna fool around a bit, drink a bit."

"You'll keep watch." Jonathan smiled, 

"Please..." His Graceland gang pleading in unison.

"Fine, but it's the last time." Walking down towards the backyard door to sneak out. "And Jessie..." Elaine asked he turned to face her, 

"Yeah, Sis..."

"Don't come back home high." She sighed,

"Buzzkill." 

Jessie, Jonathan, and Jerico were sitting around with a few high school seniors, blasting White Rabbit through the record player speakers as there were all the things, future rock and roll stars of their time, boozing, ladies, and "I got the drugs, boys!" one boy shouted as Jessie cheered, Jerico and Jonathan were only there for the drinks and dabbling of weed. But Jessie, he was there for the hard stuff. After all, he'd been hiding LSD and PCP in his room lately. 

"Whatcha got, Steve."

"Well, Jessie Garon.. We got blow, we got poppers..." 

"What're those?"

"Disco biscuits, they're far out, man." 

"I'll try... four."

"Jessie, you-"

"Jerry Jerico, I got this..." He winked

The party at Graceland was wrapping on Cecelia's end as she was dancing and kissing Elvis. Elaine watched, nervous for her brother. As her foot was tapping, Elaine could feel her chest tightening and her body. Feeling numb. Something was happening to Jessie. She could feel it. 

"Elaine, have you seen Jessie?" Elvis asked as she froze,

"Uh, no, I haven't..." Elaine smiled as Elvis looked at her. She was hiding something, 

"Little Biscuit, did Estella break your heart again..."

"No... We're fine." She smiled, "Just please go enjoy your birthday with Mama... You've only got 15 minutes before it's your turn." She smiled as Elvis kissed her forehead and smiled, 

"Alright, but you know you can tell me anything."

"Mhmm..." She smiled, watching him walk off.

"Please pick up..." Jonathan said, clutching the phone in his hand as he was shaking. Jerico watched as the ambulance came, picked up Jessie, and put him on the stretcher, 

"Who's this..."

"It's Jonathan,"

"What's wrong?" 

"Jessie's in the hospital... He overdosed." 

"FUCK!" Elaine shouted as she threw the kitchen phone at the wall. Elvis and Cecelia had just cut their separate cakes when they heard their daughter screaming in the kitchen. Running towards her. Elaine had been crouching down, rocking herself. This was her fault, and she knew it. 

"Hey... Hey...Hey... What happened." Elvis asked. He never liked seeing his favorite girl cry, and Elaine never liked lying to her parents, 

"It's Jessie..." 

"What happened to Jessie..." Cecelia asked as Elaine sniffled,

 "H-He's in the hospital..."

Memphis Hospital January, 8th, 1977, 3:30 am

It had been four hours, and they heard nothing, absolutely nothing. Elaine was pacing in the hallways. Cecelia was saying every prayer she could think of. Elvis was smoking a Cigarillo and shaking like a leaf. 

"ELVIS, HOW CAN YOU SMOKE AT A TIME LIKE THIS!"

" DAMNIT, HOW CAN I NOT!" Elvis's leg began to shake, and his heart was racing. The two got into a heated argument. Elaine was rocking again. Her family was falling apart. Before her eyes, it was her fault. Clutching onto his Nipper hound-dog stuffed animal,  

"MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SO DAMN FOCUSED ON YOUR STATEWIDE TOUR WE'D HAVE CAUGHT THIS BEFORE IT GOT TO THIS!"

"I'M SORRY, BUT AREN'T YOU THE ONE WORKIN ON A MOVIE AND TWO ALBUMS AND RUNNIN A RECORD COMPANY. DON'T TELL ME ABOUT NOT BEING THERE!"

"stop yelling...." Elaine said. Softly, as they kept arguing, "STOP IT NOW, BOTH OF YOU!"  Elvis and Cecelia stopped as they looked at their daughter. She was heartbroken, torn even. She felt unseen and unheard in this very room. That should be filled with love right now. "I should be in there... not him!" Elaine shouted, her voice was tired and weak,

"Ellie..." Cecelia sat next to her, "It's not your fault..."

"It is... I let him do this to himself... I-I didn't stop him. I-I'd let him go and do this anytime he needed a fix! "Taking her fist and pounding it into her forehead, "I'm stupid... WHY WOULD I LET HIM DO THAT WHY!" Elvis and Cecelia hugged her as she sobbed into Elvis's lap, Cecelia petting her hair. 

"Little Biscuit, it ain't your fault..."

"But it is daddy... I-I already caused this family enough pain now, Jessie." She sniffled, 

"Ellie, you tried to protect him the best you could." 

"Mama, it wasn't enough... He shouldn't be here. You two shouldn't be here! It's Daddy's birthday, and you're both here!" She screamed, storming off, 

"Where you going!" Cecelia asked,

"To have a long conversation with GOD!" She turned to look at her parents, " ON MY OWN!" Cecelia and Elvis didn't know to be mad at her or pleased, a mix, maybe, as the two huddled together in the hospital. Cecelia then laughed a little. She had been thinking of something,

"What's so funny..."

"I stopped by the gift shop and got you a little gift." It was a horribly made Elvis doll, which made him laugh as he looked at it, 

"Happy birthday..." 

"Oh, man. Lord have mercy, baby, it's ugly." He laughed as he kissed her forehead, "And to think I got you an I Heart Elvis mug."

"We'll have matching sets. I got you a mug too." On it, it said I Heart Cecelia.

"Is this chapel taken..." Estella asked. as Jonathan and Jerico stood behind her, "Tell 'em I don't want to talk..." Elaine glared at the two boys, "Ellie Bear..." Estella mumbled, "NO!" She stood up, "What kind of God gives my brother friends like you!" Elaine said, with a tone that was venomous. "El..." Estella tried to reach out for her as she backed away, "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HIM, AND YOU ALL SAT THERE AND LET HIM DO THAT!"  

"You ain't no saint either, Elaine!" Jerico laughed,

"I don't know what you mean..."

"Jessie got into drinkin cause your little accident..." Jonathan smirked, "So maybe get off your high horse." Elaine ran off crying as Estella slapped her brother, 

"Mr. and Mrs. Presley, you're welcome to see him now." The Nurse said. Jessie was sleeping as they were detoxing him of all the toxins in his body. His skin was sweaty, but he was safe. Kissing his forehead, Cecelia hugged his body as Elvis shed a few tears. That was his baby boy lying right there in the same bed he was birthed on, "He'll be able to go home when he wakes up." 

Graceland Memphis, Tennessee, January 8th, 7am

"Lord...Please save him. He's all I got, amen..."  Was all Jessie heard when he woke up to an IV drip in his arm and a massive headache? There was a trashcan by his bed, a rag on his forehead, and he felt like, 

"Shit, what happened to me..."

"You almost died. You had LSD, PCP, and Disco biscuits in your system along with Whiskey." Elaine sighed, 

"They know, don't they..." Jessie asked as Elaine nodded, "Yeah, daddy ain't pleased, and Mama's been fightin' the press all night."

"What about you?"

"Well, Jerico hates me, Jonathan hates me, Estella said we should take a break."

"I knew I heard Rocketman, but I thought I was still tripping." Elaine nudged him, as he nudged her back,

 "I'm sorry I scared you so bad."

"Promise me you won't do any of that crap again!" 

"Laine..."

"Jessie Vernon Presley, I will shove that IV needle up your ass."

"Fine, fine!" He then heard a knock at his bedroom door, Elvis couldn't look Jessie in the eye, and Jessie couldn't look to face Elvis, 

"Mornin Daddy,"

"Elaine..."

"I'll let you two uh talk." She raced out of the room. The air was thick with tension as the man who "Pushed" him opened his mouth to speak.

"Jessie, I'm sorry."

"For trying to make me like you!"

"Jessie..."

"You don't care about me! You're so caught up with Mama, and y'all's career that you don't even notice me!" Jessie laughed, "So, no, you're not sorry!" 

"Jessie!" Elvis grabbed his face to get his son to look at him, "You're a spoiled, selfish brat, and you're stubborn. You think you know every damn thing, and you don't!" Elvis growled in anger, 

"Oh, yeah, like you ever had it hard!"

"You don't know how your on ass from your head!" Elvis laughed, "I've been through so much that I pray you and your sister never had to." Jessie rolled his eyes, 

"Yeah, like running outta money or what jumpsuit to wear!"

"Like making sure I never had to be the sixteen-year-old boy in the streets workin trying to keep food on the table to feed his family so he'd never have to get kicked out in the streets lookin for food in a trashcan!" Jessie looked at his father. As Elvis began to cry, 

"I try so much to be the perfect father 'cause your mama... she didn't have that growin up, I-I-I try..."

"You didn't try hard enough, nor did Mama..." Jessie smirked, 

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

" I JUST WANT YOUR ATTENTION!" Jessie looked up at him, tears in his eyes as Elvis hugged him tightly, 

"I want your love..." 

"Jessie, you have my love..." 

"No, I don't. You're not always here, neither is Mama..." He cried, and Elvis's heart broke. Jessie sounded like the little seven-year-old boy who would sneak into bed because he had a nightmare. He sounded like he did once when he was his age. The whole world was on his shoulders, and he needed help carrying it.

"Jessie... What can I do to make it better?"

"I liked when we'd have our boy's night out with Uncle, Jerry, and Lamar, and Red, Joe, and Billy..."  

"Me too, kid..." Elvis smiled,

 "I'd like to tell you things again..."

"Like what." Elvis smiled

"Like how I'm interning under Mama, cause her assistants cute." He laughed as Elvis chuckled, 

"Or how I secretly buy your records 'cause I think you're so cool, and I'll never be you."

"Takin' drugs and living your life like this, ain't it. That's not being cool. Being true to you is." Elvis smiled as Cecelia watched from the door, 

"You think so..."

"I know so," He kissed his forehead, "We love you, I love you,"

"I love you too Pa." Jessie hugged his dad as Elvis smiled, 

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time

'Til touchdown brings me round again to find

I'm not the man they think I am at home

"Estella broke up with Elaine again..."

"Yeah..."

"God grants me more years, but less patience." He laughed as Jessie and Elvis laughed, 

*Bonus*

"Cece..." 

"Hmm..." 

"Being a parent may be the hardest career ever." He kissed his wife on the forehead, "Who're you tellin." She kissed his neck as he moaned,

 "Happy birthday to"

KNOCK 

         KNOCK

KNOCK

"What!"

"Can we sleep with y'all!" Jessie asked as Cecelia and Elvis laughed, 

"Happy birthday my beloved."

"Some birthday." He smiled, "Come on in, guys!" Elaine and Jessie walked in with pillows, a cake, and blankets. Making a fort on the ground, the four of them watching TV all snuggled up together, It was true what they said, 

Only the strong truly did survive. 

[martysgachaworld]

[Just a rambling, nothing else. Part 1]

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ MENTION OF: DR!GS, 0VERD0S3, S3XU4L HARASSMENT, S3XU4L 4BUS3, +18 THINGS. If sensitive DNI!!!

Other warning: this post is really long AND contains spoilers for the series

...ok, so. Just gonna do a rambling about a character. Probably the best one I've ever got the chance to know and see in action.

Angel Dust from the series "Hazbin Hotel".

Let's start from who he is.

This is Angel Dust, a pornstar in Hell. When he was alive, he was in an Italian mafious family. He died in 1947 due to an overdose of PCP, or how people call it, Angel Dust, the drug where he took his star name, his real name is Anthony.

As I said- he basically works as a s3x w0rker for Valentino, one of the Vees, three overlords that control different medias. Vox controls Tv medias, Velvette controls social medias, and Valentino sadly...controls the p0rn industry.

Who's Valentino?

It's this guy, that for facility I'll call Val. Oh, don't be fooled by this silly face he does here which I chose bc I didn't have better screenshots because he's an abuser and a manipulative person. Idk how, but he manipulated Angel into signing a soul contract.

Which means that Valentino literally owns Angel.

Angel's life is full of Valentino's abusive behavior, treating worse than shit and like if he was only an object for his own pleasure. Not only. He makes Angel do really, really, REALLY rough shootings for his "films", basically making people use him roughly over and over and over. I can also guess that Valentino is also bipolar, from the voicemail scene in episode 2, "Radio Killed the Video Star": one message is sweet, the next one is threatening, one is sweet, one is threatening, sweet, threatening.

Sweet, threatening.

Every day in Angel's life is full of Valentino's abuses: mental, emotional, physical...and also s3xual, making Angel's afterlife...a REAL Hell. For forget everything, he uses drugs to destroy himself...but not just for that.

Luckily he has his friends at the Hazbin Hotel, who want to help him a lot...especially him,

Husk

Who's Husk?

He's this guy here, the hotel's bartender, an ex-overlord who's soul is owned by Alastor. At first him and Angel are mostly frenemies, Angel annoys Husk and he gets mad...but in episode 4, everything changes. Hearing and listening to Angel opening up, he changes and softens up, offering himself to help Angel and to listen to him.

Now that I summarized the whole situation in the series, I can talk about the feelings and the scenes that hit me the most of this character.

Episode 2: Radio Killed the Video Star

"Oh!- uh- nothing- my boss, Val, he's freaked out about the news too"

Charlie saw the message from Val that arrived on Angel's phone. Angel said that lie for hide the abuse he suffers everyday from Charlie.

"You actually think you can change? Addict trash like you doesn't change...I'll see you soon, baby"

Angel just lets himself surrender at Val's abusive behavior and Val's smoke that gets out of the phone, giving up and letting himself go in the smoke, surrendering at the abuse.

Episode 4: Masquerade

This scene was taken from a movies of his, he wasn't pretending here. He was seriously scared and panicking, he putted his mask on when that other guy appeared in the scene.

"Val...I didn't know anything"

The way he immediately started to explain everything before he gets hit by Valentino just talks itself

"When I say you better get that fucking CUNT...OUT OF MY STUDIO...you say?"

The look in his eyes when Val touched his cheek is just screaming "Help me, I'm scared"

"Now, you're gonna go get rid of her, and then you're filming all night! Get me?!"

This is a mix of feelings: fear, despair...but also rage and hate.

"...yes, Val"

The fear in his eyes and his voice...poor baby...

This was a part one for this analysis of Angel Dust's character and scenes because I don't have enough space for other frames, sorry- but! I'll do a part two of this :)

For now I hope you enjoyed reading this-

[citriosis]

stressing about medical stuff don't mind me. cw for thanatophobia (fear of death/dying) + my invalidating my own disability

bwahhh trying not to stress about the possible medical thing that popped up on my bloodwork. it could be nothing! there's a chance it could be nothing and i know that. but autoimmune disease run in my family on my mom's side. even she has one. so i'm just like. nervous.

i'm predisposed to sjögren's, my mom has alopecia universalis, and RA and SLE are pretty common in my family.

this isn't even a "oh no disability is going to ruin my life ;(" thing lol. i'm a cane user and my body turns into a cement brick if i overexert myself. my life is already plenty affected by my body's inability to function normally. i'm more just thinking of the family members of mine who've died due to complications with their autoimmune diseases and playing into my absolutely horrific fear of death.

i hope it's nothing. i am praying to every star in the sky that it's nothing.

maybe it's related to the cfs. or maybe i don't have cfs at all and my pcp and i were wrong and it's something related to this positive test.

or maybe it's nothing. maybe it's all in my head, and it's always been in my head and once we follow up on this positive test it'll be nothing and i'll just go back to wondering what's wrong with me.

i don't know. i don't know what to think and i don't know what to do. i'm scared to fucking death because i'm scared OF death. i feel like i'm going to be sick.

i genuinely just don't want to fucking die.