#theme: drugs

[brokenxheart]

If they only knew....

[mogaigonewild]

[PT: Stonerbodiment. end PT]

STONERBODIMENT

a xenogender related to being the embodiment of a stoner

THE ORIGINAL TEMPLATE ISNT MINE, IT BELONGED TO THE ORIGINAL CREATOR

[nijuukoo]

Mind if I bum a smoke, Biddy?

You call me "Biddy" one more time, I'm gonna shove the next pipe bomb I find so far up your ass you'll beep from the mouth. Got it?

…Yes, ma'am.

[heph]

Call me crazy for reading so much into a show like House MD but I think the main theme of House is that despite doing everything perfectly and being a good person, shit happens.

Sickness and pain will be inflicted on you and your loved ones and there's nothing you can do about it, but to persevere, to fight for your life, to keep living despite it all - to love is a part of the human condition; our capability of love is what makes life worth living, despite all the pain that you will inevitably experience.

This show exemplifies the pain of living and the needs and desires of human beings to keep going despite it all

And idk... There's something beautiful about how a show with so many stupid whimsical dumb scenes can impart something so profound in my stupid little brain

[mogaigonewild]

[ID: A flag with nine horizontal stripes, all the same size. The colors are darker at the edges and lighter in the middle. They are, from top to bottom, darkish green, warm green, soft light green, soft yellow-green, soft yellow, soft yellow-green, soft light green, warm green, and darkish green. END ID]

ID by OP

Yellownaturetrippic: A gender related to LSD, LSD trips, nature, yellow flowers, spring forests, and bright colors.

Yellow is a slang name for LSD, ‘nature’ comes from nature, and -trippic is a suffix for genders related to drug trips

Colors are just general nature stuff + yellow, because drug stuff

Suggested Pronouns🔽🔽🔽

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[feketeribizli]

love drawing this dude looking cunty with a knife

[shinybulbasaur]

Rules: Make a poll with five of your all-time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite!

I was tagged by @suddenrundown, thanks for the tag! I was so tempted to put "eliot's baseball hair" but I resisted (also polls don't allow strikethroughs. sad). tagging @michinaranja, @vero-niche, @acidmatze and anyone else who wants to play!

[desirdae-archive]

(oh my gods we had to add so many tags/lh/nbr)

Trigger warning: Self Harm Ment, Weed ment.

☆ DesirHigh: a desirdae subterm(?) for those who desire/yearn/want to get High in someway due to being unable to for whatever reason, taking breaks from it, etc. ( i am not sure if this counts as harmful as i mean it for relaxation )

★ DesirSelfHarm: a desirdae subterm for those who desire/yearn/want to Self Harm in someway due to Recovering but wanting to do it again, having urges but not going through with it etc. This term doesn't encourage self harm.

☆ DesirWeirdcore: a desirdae term for those who desire/yearn/want to be Weirdcore in some way due to missing nostalgia, Regression ( optional ), Trauma, etc

★ DesireTraumacore: a desirdae subterm for those who desire/yearn/want to be Traumacore in some way due to trauma, a victim/survivor, shitty child/teen/adulthood, etc

★ DesirHospitalization: a desirdae subterm for those who desire/yearn/want to be Hospitalized in someway due to Cotards, Psychosis, Trauma, OCD etc

★ DesirVoid - is a term under the desirdae umbrella when someone desires/wants/yearns to the Void. whether that's due to kin, irl/das, trauma, being a headmate, etc

☆ DesirSpace - is a term under the desirdae umbrella when someone desires/wants/yearns to be Space. whether that's to Being a Headmate, IRLs/DAs, Kins, delusions, trauma, etc.

★ DesirCane - is a term under the desirdae umbrella when someone desires/wants/yearns to have a Cane. whether that's because of needing/wanting a cane, needing a mobility aid, wanting one but can't have one due to other disabilities, etc

☆ DesirWitch - is a term under the desirdae umbrella when someone desires/wants/yearns to be Witch. whether that's to become a better witch, wants to explore witchcraft but can't, wants to work on witchcraft but cannot due to psychosis/schizophrenia, etc

★ DesiInfiniteCold - is a term under the desirdae and Infinite umbrella when someone desires/wants/yearns to be cold infinitely. Due to thyroid problems, autistic body heat issues, body heat issues in general, trauma, etc

These terms do not support transition if its harmful.

[No spoons for ID, many apologies ]

Tagging: @desirdae-archive @ghosting-plural-userboxes @radiomogai

[tang3r1n]

still on my shitty dabi kick and i think i struck a chord with @mostlyheinous so here’s random ass shit i think a deadbeat bf dabi would do

18+, hard dubcon, gaslighting, manipulation, smoking, forced drinking/taking of drugs, dabi purposely makes you have a bad trip on acid, unprotected sex, anal (referenced plus a thumb in the stink) i’ll add more idfk

kay first off, along the smoke vein, dabi would absolutely threaten to put his cigarettes/blunts out on you if you keep crying (openly, he loves watching you cry all quiet n sniffly)

he’s also no doubt changed you around the apartment with bugs/gross shit just to make you squeal and beg him to put it away

“baby it’s jus’lil beetle~” while waving a fucking 4in long roach he found outside in your face, “gimmie a big, sloppy kiss and i might throw Jeffrey away, as much as it pains me to.”

constantly making you exchange physical/sexual acts for practically basic respect

“show me your pretty tits and i’ll let you go hang with those stupid cunts— no i’m not gonna stop callin’em that, they’re dumb cunts.”

loves making you suck him off right after work, still all musky from the day, his cock even more salty from sweating all day (scent/smell kink is my fav im SORRY.) plugging your nose and jutting his hips out harshly to make you gag and cough around his cock, the sinfully wet noise making him groan out a chuckle as he watched you cringe

any and all attempts to change his behavior end with gaslighting and fake hurt plastered on his face as he breaks your fucking back in bed

“ungh- you’re such a fucking good girl f’me.. i love your, pretty, im so sorry you feel the need to accuse me of such things- god squeeze my dick like that again, fuck yeah- i..uh- gonna make you cum so hard, show y’how this noisy cunt ‘sall mine..”

steals your panties and jacks off with them right fucking in front of you, dick swinging and balls out as he strikes himself with your panties pressed against his face. his bright ass blue eyes piercing into you while he noisily huffs in the smell of your pussy and licks up the crotch of them like the perverted degenerate he is

oh and when you try to break it off, setting him down to explain that he is just..too much.. for you, he goes ballistic.

grabbing you by the hair and dragging you to the bedroom, placing you down still surprisingly softly as he ferociously tears off your clothes and starts eating you out like his life depend on it (idk to him it might, he’s a loser)

once he’s got you all whiny and soft after a few mind-shattering orgasms, he’ll start coping and trying to slip you back into the haze of his glaringly obvious manipulative love

“don’t say stupid fucking shit, pretty, jus’cuz y’on your period or what-the-fuck-ever is going on in that lil head don’t mean you can treat me like this.”

hell chastise you while he fingers you, fingers blurred as he finger-fucks you dizzy, fishing his cock outta his dirty jeans and scoffing as you whine and cry again, shuffling up the bed

he pulls you in again by your ankles, a scarred hand quickly silencing you as it softly pressed against your throat, a silent threat, as he spoke patronizing words to your sex and lust filled mind,

“just be my good angel one more time, pretty,” he forces a crack in his voice, flexing his throat so he sounds tearful and sad, “i just..i love you s’much, wanna show my pretty girl, my everything, how much she means t’me,”

the second you nod he’s grinning manically and flipping you over, forcing his cock into your wet cunt and rabidly humping against your ass, dick barely leaving and inch before pumping right back in as deep as it’d fit.

he’d spit on your other puckered lil hole, making your cry and squirm yet again as he pushes his thumb against it, gut burning with lust and a perverted sense of affection

“no- nononono angel- calm it down, i jus’wanna feel your cute ass ‘round me, promise it’ll just be my thumb— yes pretty i pinky promise

(he ends up cumming in your ass i don’t make the rules mb)

other than failed breakups and gaslighting, dabi also likes getting his pretty wasted

like… really wasted.

dabi’ll give you shit after shot, even making you sit pretty for him while he spits Jack Daniels into your awaiting mouth

he spikes literally all drinks he makes you and it’s so obvious but he just tells you it’s to ‘loosen your bitchy ass up,’ but in his own special, joking tone.

cut to you blowing cum bubbles while you suck him off, completely drunk, head dizzy and body fuzzy as he records you almost mindlessly salivating over him.

“say hi to Shigaraki f’me, pretty, little bastard is gonna love seeing you all horned up and slutty~”

he also shotguns his blunt/pipe/bong hits to you—never lets you hit in your own

dabi loves it if you sit on his lap during this too, a rare domestic scene of you both just vibing and grinding, soft praises and touches that feel unreal coming from him

the he ruins it by slapping your ass and making you cook him dinner

wait i had a funny idea hold on

“babe can we please go see my momma today— it’s just that it’s m’birthday and you made me skip it last year..”

“pretty, that bitch hates my ass, why would we go see someone who hates us?” (notice he says ‘us’ anyways)

[cut to momma glaring at dabi the entire time they’re over and throwing shoes at him once he opens his fucking mouth]

kay that’s all for now ig

wait

sometimes when you’re falling asleep you can hear him obsessively rambling and mumbling abt how much he loves you, how disgusting everyone else alive is, how he’d kill anyone who dared talk to-LOOK at you, how he thinks you’re such a soft, beautiful little thing that he just wants to protect but oh how he fucking loves ruining your angel wings.

[brokenxheart]

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔖𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔥 ♱

[lunarharp]

post that reads like a mood swing

[theoldkyokodied]

Also finally sharing the link to my bloodweave playlist, for everyone who was interested <33 lovingly putting my brainworms under the microscope for you, so you can see all their layers

[3liza]

I think it must be for the lack of going outside of your room on this website that debates about personal presentation and appearance literally never have any material analysis. sorry it's counterrevolutionary to shave my legs or wear makeup or a bra or style my hair in certain ways or "worry" about visible signs of aging but have some of you just never encountered real world situations where those things caused measurable problems dealing with other people, jobs, money, respectability, access to resources, or the ability to influence important situations? this starts happening when you go outside a lot. there's a debate on my dash rn about balding and finasteride in which not a single person has mentioned the potential negative social outcomes of losing your hair and how that can affect socioeconomic status and personal risk. maybe someone doesn't need to be "vain" to care about keeping their hair and consider the risks of medication for it. maybe they've seen how bald people get treated and referred to and made a cost benefit calculation that they can't afford, sometimes literally, to eat that cost, with everything else they've got going on. maybe I wear makeup when I have to go talk to doctors and other gatekeepers because people make assumptions about your class and mental status when you have "bad skin" and "eye bags". maybe a lot of women who wear uncomfortable restrictive bras and shave whatever and buy skin products and do gua sha have already been sharply punished when someone saw leg hair or a mustache or puffy greasy skin or god forbid their nipple through their shirt. not everyone can just say "fuck it, I can afford to eat one more social cost that will measurably impact my ability to get medical treatment or pay rent". sorry this sounds like an economics lecture, that's because it is

if you are about to tell me a long story about how you personally have not been affected by perceptions of your appearance actually so you can conclude it never happens at all, please don't. sometimes you get lucky, that's it. and on this website I think it's less likely that you're lucky and more likely that you're oblivious

[wowcatboys]

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: HEADCANONS ♡ TW : Drug mentions/Usage ♡ TW: Food mentions ♡ No pairings/ not reader-insert

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KAYN 

Ever since joining Heartsteel, Kayn's 'Rhaast' outbursts have lessened in frequency and severity. Of course, his alter-ego makes regular appearances, but being with a group that encourages and accepts him rather than holds him back and tries to get him under control has made it so that Kayn feels less need to express his feelings in such an explosive, reckless way. Of course, he'll never admit that his newfound friends are the reason for his recent (very, VERY slight) stability.

Kayn is extremely choosy with his jewelry. He fronts like he doesn't want to wear "cheap, lame shit"—but actually, he just reacts to most metals. If he doesn't check to make sure his earrings are hypoallergenic, he ends up with a massive rash. Why the excuse? He is NOT about to admit he has sensitive skin.

Probably not a surprise, but Kayn breaks his phone CONSTANTLY. With all his reckless antics, it's rare for a new phone to last him more than a few months. The silver lining is that he at least has his emergency contacts (the Heartsteel members, of course) memorized from entering them into his contacts list so often.

Kayn also has a burner phone he uses for Rhaast.

Maybe you'd expect Kayn to have an enormous rager for his birthday, but the truth is, he doesn't actually like that many people. Instead he invites a handful of his actual friends to the shared Heartsteel apartment for a joint Halloween/birthday party. Costumes mandatory, noise complaints expected. Kayn will tell you to your face if he thinks your costume is stupid.

Kayn's got a lucky guitar pick. Somehow, he’s never lost it.

Wherever Kayn goes, property damage often follows. For Heartsteel's sake, he's cleaned up his act a tiny bit, mostly because he's scared of respects Yone, who gets pissed whenever Kayn breaks too much shit. But come on, you can't deny a man all of life's simple pleasures—you gotta let him graffiti the side of a water tower every once in awhile, or blow up the occasional car.

Notorious for social media rampages, Kayn's been banned from using the Heartsteel twitter. (The last straw was him using the account to threaten a member of his old band. Apparently, Alune didn't think "I'LL FUKKIN DOXX U LOL" an appropriate use of the official twitter account.) He's still semi-active on his personal accounts, but only in sporadic bursts.

Kayn knows how to tie a knot in a cherry stem with his tongue.

Like most rockstars, Kayn dabbles in cocaine. His drug use is pretty limited, though, mostly because he doesn't really need drugs to be high-energy and unhinged. When clips of his erratic behavior surface or Kayn goes on a twitter rampage, newer fans often speculate about Kayn being on drugs. Veteran Heartbeats know that he’s just Like That, though. 

Kayn says he doesn't have a favorite bandmate. (He does. It's Ezreal.)

A lot of the time, Kayn has to be reminded to eat. When he's busy writing songs or hanging out with the band, stopping for a bite never crosses his mind. Thankfully, Sett's on top of his meal schedule (gotta hit those macros!) so he'll remind Kayn that lunch is a Thing That Exists.

Kayn spends a ridiculous amount of time on his nails. Cuticles? Trimmed. Polish? Immaculate, and always black or burgundy. Topcoat? Applied and glass-smooth. Of course he'll deny that his nail routine is so precise because it doesn't fit his devil-may-care image, but come on. Chipped OPI and hangnails? Couldn't be him.

Kayn hates nothing more than the passenger seat. Let him drive! Yes, he knows that he's gotten two speeding tickets in the past three months. Yes, he's completely aware that K'sante got violently carsick the last time Kayn drove everyone to Taco Bell. He does not care. He will NEVER care. Driving is fun and driving recklessly is really fun.

You won't catch Kayn in a salon. He dyes and cuts his own hair in his bathroom. (How is it still so perfect?!)

Kayn is way too eager to help Aphelios pull pranks on people. Unfortunately, he can dish it out, but he can't take it. A prank on Kayn has a 50/50 chance of putting him in a sour, bitchy mood for the next hour.

Of all the band members, Kayn's the one that spends the most time alone. He doesn't have many friends outside Heartsteel. And, even though he knows his band has his back and he appreciates them, he needs frequent social breaks.

Kayn's the ultimate night owl. It's rare for him to go to bed before 4 AM. Despite this, he's always up before ten. Maybe it's Yone's rigorous recording schedule that gets him up. Maybe he's so high-energy, his body can't stand staying still for more than six hours. Maybe, though, it's just all the Monster energy drinks.

Consider it a sign that he likes you if Kayn spam-texts you. If he doesn't, he won't even bother responding. (But, if he suddenly stops texting you out of the blue? Don't worry. He probably broke his phone. Again.)

[violetmuses]

Don't Look Back - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

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Part II ❤️‍🩹

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2024

With James McGrath outright dead, the Miami Police Department could work together and exonerate deceased Captain Conrad Howard.

“Be good.” Detective Mike Lowrey glanced toward his estranged son, previous criminal Armando Aretas.

“It's not up to you, Detective.” Aretas pulled confidence without smiling and fist bumped Lowery, trailing this motorboat to escape the federal government.

One evening, the doorbell rang when Lowrey and his wife Christine finished dinner.

Checking that RING Camera, Christine almost jumped through kindness upon realization.

“Mike, open the door!” Christine cheered with the biggest smile and nearly giggled for once.

Armando returned.

Standing on the porch tonight, Aretas held small luggage and waited.

“Hey.” Revealing slightly accented English, Armando greeted Mike for the first time since leaving.

“Come inside.” Knowing better than to overreact, Lowrey welcomed his son regardless.

______

By that next day, Armando plotted the guest bedroom located upstairs, yet few belongings took space when essentials grounded his spot.

Taking this much-needed shower, Aretas headed downstairs and joined breakfast, thankful to survive at all.

“Morning.” Mike clipped, sitting with Christine at the kitchen table.

“Good morning.” Armando spoke here, but wouldn't grin and quietly accepted this meal through silence.

*****

Sooner than later, red tape pulled strings when Armando finally came back to the police department.

“Nephew!” Marcus Burnett, Mike's longtime partner, almost shouted to look for Aretas.

“Ignore what's going on.” Mike rolled both eyes after taking off sunglasses.

“Okay.” Armando stopped himself from driving back home

Marcus shuffled footsteps across the room, but Mike shook his head.

“Uh-uh! Don't even hug him.” Lowrey warned his best friend.

“Aww, Mike! Why didn't you tell me?” Marcus set theatrics and nearly cried. “He's back.”

“We'll talk, all right?” Mike settled Marcus down and walked toward the briefing room with Armando.

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Voices echoed when Aretas joined Mike near seating.

Despite everything, Armando glanced over and noticed you for the first time.

Perhaps time ruined his focus, but Armando couldn't help observing.

No matter what happens next, you look gorgeous right now.

“Who's that?” Aretas leaned toward his father, genuinely curious.

“Oh!” Joyful, Mike then raised one brow and smiled. “She's your partner. Hey, Rook!”

When Mike shortened one nickname, you glanced to see him waving closer.

“Hi! What's going on?” Smiling, you greeted both men.

“This is my son Armando.” Mike stepped back for the introduction.

“Hello.” Cordial beyond rumors and headlines, you shook hands with Aretas. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you.” Profesional, Armando wouldn't illuminate his expression.

Before anyone could move forward with their conversation, Captain Rita Secada stood behind the podium and began this meeting.

No games whatsoever. You thought.

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Sunset painted this Florida skyline as you left the building.

“Take care.” You stand near Mike's classic Porsche while Armando takes the passenger seat.

“Hey, c'mere.” Aretas gestured his hand and motioned calls.

“What's up?” You stepped closer and Aretas took out his new cell phone.

“Just in case.” Setting that number, Armando traded contacts.

“See you next time.” You leave, but Armando watches your car roll out.

*****

“Armando!” One loud voice screeched throughout the nightclub when Tabitha strutted past neon lights.

Oh, no. You've heard stories and Mike definitely explained Tabitha's wild card.

“Not the time.” Armando took charge, no longer wearing his Bud Light shirt with dirty jeans.

Sporting black, Aretas looped his arm around your shoulder for the mission.

“Oh, she's really cute. Do you want some money?” Tabitha scoped your appearance.

“No, thanks. Help out.” You then spoke up this time.

“What's the plan?” Tabitha sized you up and Armando stepped back regardless.

“Tell us the drop location or I'll shut everything down.” Your hand lingered this veiled firearm.

Another drug deal would poison this city if law enforcement couldn't move fast.

“Just a few blocks away, but are y'all fucking each other yet?” Tabitha stuck out her tongue and messed with you.

“Stop it.” You whispered, trading gum instead and leaving with Armando.

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Red and blue overcasts brightened all streets to end this caper. The AMMO squad hustled once more.

“You good?” Armando learned the habit of checking after missions took place.

“Tabitha asked me something stupid.” Your eyes rolled skyward.

“What?” Armando squinted past his brown eyes and you couldn't veil the truth here.

“She asked if we hooked up.” You immediately cringed right now.

“Not unless you wanna…I mean…shit!” Aretas caught himself moments later.

“Wait!” You playfully nudged his arm and ran in heels while laughing.

“My bad, I'm sorry. It was a joke!” Armando catches your footsteps, but you kiss his cheek, exiting the crime altogether.