#substance abuse mention tw

[polyamorouspunk]

i actually started looking into bpd because you started talking about it and it sounded familiar... im still not sure if i haveit but every time you talk about its like yea i was like that when younger too and i still struggle with it but i've learned how not to be an outright asshole. its hard to know if im manipulating people or not though

Yeah like honestly some of the big hallmarks of bpd are like “substance abuse” and I’m like well I don’t abuse substances because I have a history of SAD in the family but like yeah the URGE is there, or like “more likely to threaten suicide” and I’m like well I’ve BEEN suicidal but I don’t THREATEN suicide because that doesn’t look good on ME if someone says “yeah they held killing themselves over my head” but I do check a GOOD amount of the boxes of BPD and if I ever take that “do you have BPD?” Test I check like 8/9 of those questions and get the “you 100% have bpd” answer. I don’t have an oFfIcIaL mEdIcAl dIaGnOiSiS but I was talked to by friends who also have it as well as friends who also studied psychology and done a lot of my own research into it to feel comfortable using it for myself.

[reddieweek]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ben Hanscom, Stanley Uris, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak Additional Tags: Job Swap, Stanley Uris Lives Summary:

A literal job swap. Neither are super happy about it.

[emotionaleating]

pls don’t flirt with me i want to be nonchalant so bad but i unfortunately crave connection so intensely that i will give you my entire soul and forgive you over and over until i’ve lost myself completely and feel like i’m drowning

[pattonsfam-ily]

What happened?

so much :)

so Virgil had an edible at the party right should have been fine but he started feeling really sick and anxious and he never gets bad reactions to them so god fuck i thought it was fucking laced with something shit was fucking terrifying but i got myself together and checked him over and luckily i could tell it was just too much and not anything that would actually really fuck him up or worse but i still brought him to an urgent care just to be extra sure he’d be good probably an overreaction but i really don’t care anyway just to make this night even more fun: Logan came back home from his parents early so he could be with Virgil and he asked how this happened and fucking looked at me like i did this to him lmao Roman had to fucking make him back off and that was all right in front of Virge too bc he clung to Lo as soon as he could lol but yeah good to finally know how he really feels! haha so yeah cool great fun we’re having an awesome time -Devin

[champbot]

B33 < finalllyyyy finished my beta troll headcaon lineup!! furst things furst, my ask box is open for Beta troll + kids drawing requests!! I need to purractice drawing the sillies

alsooo feel like mentioning, these hc’s are for the early half of the game - I am gonna draw their adult + post game looks because thoseee headcanons are different

like for example!! I hc aradia gaining a lot of weight after no longer inhabiting her robo bod! Eridan being able to express their gender identity in the dream bubbles!

Tbf the art is sort of old, and I already want to update my designs but whatevs

Hcs under the cut…. B33

Here’s my personal headcanons, don’t start shit, if you don’t like, you can make ur own post with ur own hcs BDD

Aradia Medigo - transfem aroace spec

~ Struggles with persistent depression but is recovering slowly

~ Puts on weight after the game

~ ASD

Tavros Nitram - transmasc polysexual

~ bulks up during the game!

~ Legs are prosthetics, he still uses their chair on rougher days

~ anxiety and ptsd, struggles with unhealthy attachments (clearly)

Sollux Captor - nonbinary pan

~ Also ASD + Bipolar

~ Acne scars!!

~ Lisp is from crooked teeth

Karkat Vantas - Nonbinary he/himmer, poly with masc pref

~ Super repressed about gender during the game, Jegbert helps with coming to terms with things

~ Anger issues as a response to traumatic living conditions on alternia

~ Adult him is very fat and hairy :)

Nepeta Leijon - transmasc trixic

~ Comes out during the game

~ ASD and ADHD, cannot mask well

~ Looks tiny and weak but could bench press you (cuz its funny)

Kanaya Maryam - femby lesbian (she wears binders :o

~ total vegan till she goes rainbowdrinker

~ binds regularly, prefers a flat silhouette

~ gender + sexuality relationship is unique due to pansexual being the societies default

Terezi Pyrope - Transfem queer

~ does not shave, ever under any circumstances

~ OCD, has a lotttt of rituals

~ transed her gender pre game due to flarping

Vriska Serket - Transfem lesbian

~ ASPD, doing treatment, symptoms lesson as she gets older

~ has severe scarring on her left side, when she is younger she hides scarring via makeup and long clothes cuz teenage insecurity she grows out of

~ same as terezi, flarping helped her come out, terezi and her are very close cuz of this similarity

Equius Zahhak - Agender asexual

~ hypersexual and sex repulsed

~ ASD, also bad at masking, hence why meowrails get along so well

~ has hyperhydrosis

Gamzee Makara - nonbinary ??????

~ bpd, he tends to split on people accidentally, Karkat is his fp :)

~ disassociates often, memory is poor and has slow processing because his thoughts always feel crowding

~ his abuse of sopor pies is a coping mechanism, helps with his sensory issues

Eridan Ampora - Genderfluid pan

~ definitely was a really obnoxious femboy at one point before coming out

~ a lot of their incel-ness comes from repressing their gender

~ ASD, really bad at reading other people

Feferi Peixes - demigirl pan

~ if kanaya is alternia goth, then Fef definitely is, big into counterculture

~ ASD, hyperempath, way too good at masking except for when she’s overtly excited

~ is a vegan, feels incredibly guilty for feeding her lusus

Anyways…. If you read all that congrats lollll

[akirathedramaqueen]

Stolas: A Gradual Descent to the Bottom of the Bottle

This post analyzes Stolas's situation with alcohol and discusses whether the show effectively represents this systemic issue, and what it implies about real life.

The take is certainly not unique, but I decided to post it anyway to spread awareness about how subtle, seemingly harmless, occasional drinking can seamlessly turn into a full-blown addiction over time.

TW: substance abuse, addiction, alcoholism

Is Stolas an alcoholic?

The answer seems obvious at first. You look at him—all posh, intelligent, and articulate—and you might think, "He doesn’t look like one." You won’t find him, Satan forbid, somewhere under a porch, or truly dependent on the bottle, like drinking during the day—or not absinthe, anyway.

Sure, he drinks sometimes, but it’s fine . . . right? Everyone drinks sometimes. Everyone deserves to feel a bit happier after something bad happens once.

Or twice.

Or thrice . . .

. . . Oh.

Not so obvious anymore, eh?

The real issue here is that the answer is kind of between 'yes' and 'no.' My TL;DR is that the show makes it pretty clear his drinking is becoming problematic, but it’s not quite there yet. And it will become alcoholism soon enough if nothing changes.

I think what we see happening to Stolas right now is an excellent, textbook example of how people end up there. So let’s get into his head, explore where he stands, and what it means for us and for him.

It starts easy

It doesn’t happen in one day. It's not like you get up early one especially glum morning and decide, "Hey, that's a good day to ruin my life!"

It's a vulnerability that makes you susceptible to drinking. Constant pressure. Anxiety. Depression. Trauma.

And you might find yourself wanting to do everything, anything, to get it out of your brain. Not think about it for one evening. Forget.

What a pathetic fucking man!

Her attacking you, whether physically, verbally, in public or private. You, having no one to turn to, having no way to mend it, having to keep up appearances for your kid.

We all have bad days. Bad situations. It’s not to say that one wild night is inevitably going to turn you into an alcoholic. But when you allow the bottle to be your crutch for life, when it becomes a habit to avoid uncomfortable, traumatic events, then . . .

Then it turns into a coping mechanism

You know, it’s . . . it’s simpler. It’s comfortable. Soothing.

You can’t kick her out of the house. You can’t make the man you love love you back. You can’t get a support network because she ostracized you from royal social circles and made a laughing stock out of you.

But you can forget. Forget that one excruciatingly humiliating night. Where not only was all your dirty laundry thrown out on the dance floor for everyone to see, but also, that said romantic interest made it clear it’s only about sex.

You used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all! I hope you didn't give it up so you and him could get it up

Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but you wanting me to fuck you, okay? You make that really clear all the time.

Forget well enough to fall asleep drunk on the floor among the only living beings who didn't run from you yet. Maybe only just because they are in pots and don't have legs.

And it spirals out of control

Things get gradually worse. Your only lifeline—your . . . uh, romantic interest and daughter—fall out of reach. He finds every reason to avoid you. She hasn't visited you since that LA incident.

Your only power move with a divorce request turns into a lengthy, exhausting proceeding and leads to an assassination attempt. Your—what are you even anymore?—romantic interest pretty much ignores your distress call, or so you think.

You go with a showdown. You can't stand the ambiguity anymore. You want to know whether there's something behind your transactional thing. It's either 'yes' or 'no,' and . . .

It doesn't end too well.

Lastly, you go to a party to try to unwind (or at least be polite, because it's rude to ignore invitations). But your ex's (???) ex acts cruelly, and you don't feel comfortable there. And the wound is still fresh, bleeding . . .

Fuck it, the absinthe won't cut it. Beelzejuice it is then.

And here we are, back to our starting question

Stolas wears a functional alcoholism guise. Or dangerously close to it. Because that's what I believe is going on.

He is still a functional member of society, but he is shown not being capable of processing his trauma without the bottle in hand. And, as things get worse for him, we see the bottle or the glass or any other alcohol container more often on the screen.

For now, he's hanging on, but it's just a matter of a flip switch—the moment when every second of his life will start to feel unbearable without alcohol, simply because there are no other ways to cope.

It's worth noting, though, that Stolas isn't the only character depicted struggling with the urge to drink away his problems.

The most obvious example is Verosika, who is a severe case of alcoholism. We won't delve deep into her character since I want to focus on gradual decline rather than the end result, but we rarely see her without a bottle. There are a couple of scenes where she doesn't hold one, but these moments are situational. She's also been to rehab at least once and only got out because of her reputation.

But there is another character I'd like to dissect, because this will answer the lingering question, "Is there a way out?"

Blitzø, and why he didn't fall victim to this

We saw Blitzø drinking too, at the Bee’s party. To a rather disturbing degree, actually.

But why does no one say he has an alcohol problem, even though he did use alcohol as a coping mechanism? 

Because Blitzø is an example of how the addiction might be prevented and what ultimately makes a difference, a turning point.

To start off, we first see him not in the bar. We see him at home with a pint of melting ice-cream. Dude sugar-bombed himself to sleep . . . after the already mentioned disastrous date with Stolas at Ozzie's, that is.

And then he gets a call from Loona, who asks to pick her up from the party. He has no plans to stay there whatsoever.

But what changed his mind? Pressure did. 

He was pressured by both Loona and an old acquaintance to stop by. (I stress that no one is wrong for this, by the way—he still had the agency to turn the invitation down.) He reluctantly agreed to one drink . . . which we know how ended.

It's much harder to keep it to just one drink when you're sad and alcohol makes you feel better. Nobody wants to be sad.

But with all that said, Blitzø is extremely resilient. In contrast to Stolas—who is strong in his own way but slipping despite all the privilege, magic, and immortality that Blitzø thinks make him invincible—Blitzø never let that one drinking occasion become a habit.

Because he has a support network. However closed off he is, he has his business to take care of, Loona, and M&M. He has things he likes to do and he has people he cares about.

Stolas has all the money in the world, but no friends or activities he could look forward to. He doesn't seem happy with his royal life at all, referring to himself as an owl in a gilded cage.

So the difference is, essentially, this: Blitzø has alternatives and doesn't see alcohol as an outlet. There is a wonderful post from @warblogs17282 which has similar points I make, but also, it shows another angle of Blitzø's relationship with alcohol—his, unfortunately, long history with addiction in family. So that contributes, too.

Is Stolas a lost cause?

Gods, no. But it’s definitely a problem by this point. 

Is he an active alcoholic? Maybe not yet. He isn't Verosika yet. But he is getting there, which I think is the point the show makes.

Alcohol might be a one-time patch on especially rough days, and you might wake up the next day strong and aware enough not to make a habit of it. But the problem is, Stolas already has a habit, and he doesn't have anything to replace it. 

To solve it, he needs just that—a replacement for the bottle. Someone who cares. My hope is that one particular red lizard will share his pint of ice cream and his love. And maybe then, grim days won't be as grim anymore, even when the absinthe stays in the store, or wherever these royals get their alcohol.

Closing note. Why it’s important to talk about this in real life context

Warning: Extreme TMI

I had an alcoholic in the family, and this topic triggers me because, for him, it also started as "no biggie."

He was still functional for years, coming to work regularly. But he was slipping. He drank more, skipped work, and eventually became unbearable for his family—my family, even if not immediate. His wife requested a divorce. He got isolated. He drank even more. Eventually, he got fired because it's not appropriate for a director to skip work and reek of ethanol. The smell was so strong that people couldn't be in the same room with him. He tried other jobs. He aced interviews thanks to 30 years of experience and a solid background. But he got fired again because he couldn't live up to his legacy anymore. At the end, he descended into what you would call full-blown alcoholism.

So, you followed his story, and my question is: Did it start here, when he couldn't help it anymore? Or did it start a couple of years before that, when alcohol became too comfortable as an outlet for struggles?

I've had rough months too—with the war in Ukraine and everything happening with my family—when I realized it became comfortable for me to drink my problems away. Because it works. Because it’s pleasant not to deal with anything, to force your brain to shut up and be happy for one evening.

And it's terrifying to realize I had (thankfully, I don't have anymore for a long time by now) those patterns of thinking: "Jeez, I just want to drink and forget this happened."

Because I saw where it leads. And the farther you go, the harder it becomes to say 'no.'

So please, pay attention to the ones you care about. Pay attention to yourself.

[wrvtchedhearts]

Bez shrugged. “At least the days bring distraction,” they added. “When there is too much going on and people demand attention.” They leaned forward as they spread some ass on the ground below them. The joint was half-way done, but it would take a few more hits. They knew however, that it wasn’t going to boost the feeling anymore, it would only make it last longer. 

“I don’t feel lucky though,” they said. “Lucky would be not feeling this at all, right? Not needing all of this to deal with life on a regular.” They took another hit. “Lucky would be having a smoke or a drink simply because it’s fun. Not because you don’t know how to function without it.”

"Mm." A small hum's the most Yujin can muster up. Her gaze continues straight on at.. Nothing. Breathtaking or blinding as the nightscape can be, she's too unfocused to really take anything in. Be better if she closed her eyes to rest them, but the threat of falling asleep within minutes grows stronger with each sip of booze.

Her fingers feel half frozen from the bite of night air, but a firm grip's maintained around the bottle. "Just the night? Lucky you. Sometimes the day's just as bad." Always at the wrong time. Without warning, always looming around the edges of her mind.

[intrusive-thoughts-only]

All vices are fair game with BPD, how many can you collect?

Now Featuring: Substance Use, Self Harm, Binge Drinking, Sex, Nicotine, Starving Yourself, and so much more!

[f4t-tr4nny]

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[positivityforthepeople]

I love everyone who struggles with anything really

substance abuse, addictions of any kind, eating disorders, self harm, intrusive thoughts, an abusive household/relationship, homelessness, hypersexuality, poverty, hospitalization both mental hospitals and medical ones, people's who's family hates them, people who have gone to jail, felons, people with personality disorders, people with general mental disorders and mental health issues, jobless people, people with no education, and everyone else

I am virtually holding your hand and hoping we can all make it through this shit together

[julianthompson]

he finishes his cigarette as she obliges and explains the meaning of her tattoo, stubbing it out on the ashtray sitting on top of the metal trash can near the door. "naach. naach," he repeats, hoping not to butcher the pronunciation. "that's pretty. you must be a dancer, then, i assume? unless 'dance' is the name of your childhood pet." he chuckles, folding his arms together and leaning back when she sizes him up and finds him familiar. "gee, i hope not in a bad way... that would really suck for both of us." he can't say he can immediately recall her face and attribute it to someone he might already know, but he's always had a shitty memory and years of substance abuse has basically rendered him a goldfish.

"i mean, it's entirely possible you've met one of my brothers, or my cousins, or my grandfather... in the 40s. i'm told we could've passed as twins. you do much time traveling, ma'am? alternatively, if you've ever been in LA..." he trails off, trying to tick some boxes, but he looks at her and still can't spark any familiarity.

Shivani honestly loved being at TRIC, there were a lot of reasons for that. The alcohol was top quality, the bartenders were attentive and fun, the owner—well that was its own little story but he definitely made it worth her while. But if there was another thing above all that made her enjoy it a little bit more, was the way it reminded her of how she could fade into the crowd if it was big enough. How she could just become lost and allow the rhythm of the music and just not have to think. Of course the downside to that was when she got a little too lost in the rhythm and her foot needed a break along with her body given how crazy warm it had gotten inside. 

With a quick mention to the man at the door that she’d be right back, she headed outside and shed her jacket instantly. The weather was definitely hot outside too but at least there was a semblance of a wind out here. She took her time just leaning against the brick wall as she glanced around her surroundings, just making sure she wasn’t being watched by anyone. And that’s when she caught sight of the man who clearly was staring at her.

Shivani was about to call out to him, her hand digging for the little can of pepper spray she kept when he mentioned not wanting to sound creepy and realized that maybe she could give him the benefit of doubt. “I mean…it’s a little creepy,” she murmured before nodding as she glanced down to see which tattoo he was looking at. “Oh this one, it basically says ‘dance’ in Hindi. Naach.” Shivani repeated the word in it’s original way before looking back at the other. “You look…really familiar.” 

One of the problems of being a dance instructor was that she ran into a lot of people before and after her classes, people who came by to pick up their kids, siblings, friends, pretty much a whole range of people. But this person—he seemed like someone she’d met in a different circumstance. But maybe it was the buzz from all the gin and tonic’s she’d had or maybe it was the late hour but she could not place him just yet and wondered if maybe he knew. “Have we…met before?” 

[emotionaleating]

[killerssideblog]

this user, substances edition. no judgement if you use these, i made them for a reason.

[mcshizzle-the-fire-boy]

When shit goes down? In drugs I drown!

[wrvtchedhearts]

Bez would never suspect Marcellus, not because they didn’t think him capable of it, but simply because he seemed to not run on a sugar overdose like Bez would whenever they finished the box. They always turned to coffee and sugar to get through the day, they had never been a morning person, it was all substance abuse. If sugar and caffeine overdose could be called that. With the lack of one of the ingredients, they felt more like a sack of potatoes than a capable adult. They said you figured things out in your thirties. They were two years too late already.

“Oh, I am definitely being targeted, or at least my donuts are. Either someone really doesn't have anything better to do than steal my stuff, or they enjoy having me be annoyed rather than competent. Wouldn’t put it past these criminals if this is their way to get me off their case. Meaning… I’ll just have to spend my money on more sugar. Could do for a cinnamon roll.”

It’d been an accident at first — honest on his mother’s name. Which is to say a tiny part of it’d been schemed, but not by much. Just a single donut to start with to curb his hunger until lunch. But then he bore witness to how peeved Bez was and, well, he really couldn’t help himself. Entertainment’s stretched rather thin here and he always has the perfect alibi. Hence the casual lift of eyebrows when spoken to.

“Mm.. Can’t hurt, sure.” And it’d help cut through the sugary film the developed from said missing donuts. Not that it’s conveyed anywhere aside his thoughts, though. He’s still a blank slate with the exception of being a smidgen amused. “Again? You sure someone doesn’t have it out for you? Once or twice can be a misunderstanding, but three or more? No way.”

[gaysexdungon]

Tip for shoplifters or people looking to stash drugs:

Get a teddy bear or other plushie, a medium or larger one is best. Cut a hole in the back, just straight down the back in the middle. Get it a little shirt to cover the hole. Carry it with you. Doubles as comforting and a tool.

For stealing: People find this endearing or odd. This will distract them from the fact that you are stealing. If they find it endearing they will view you as too innocent to steal. If they find it odd they will be too focused on that to notice things. At least in my experience. Don’t be a dick, only steal from corporations who do more harm than good.

For stashing: Good stash place too. If you are using it as a stash place it good because if you carry it with you 24/7 you are less likely to lose it and people will not mess with it out of fear of upsetting you if you are worried about someone searching your stuff. Helpful if you sleep with it too.

It is also just nice to have a plushie friend, I’d carry one anyways. Sending luck.