Avatar Fanfiction: AU--Spider is a Street Kid

I really got to wrap up on some of my WIPs before I go around posting more. But this is something that has been in my documents for a while, and after seeing some artwork posted by @lanya-del-sol about an AU where Spider is a street kid and becomes addicted to drugs/alcohol. I don't yet know the entire path that this story will take, but in this Quaritch has just been released from prison after serving a sentence for a crime he did not commit. First thing he does is search to see where his son ended up, in this case, with the McCosker family, and they are rather neglectful and more or less allowed Spider to fall in with the wrong crowd and eventually get hooked on drugs and alcohol, as well as selling his body. Here is a little snippet. Nothing graphic is mentioned in it, so there are no trigger warnings.

It had taken him much longer than he thought it would to hunt down the whereabouts of his boy. His son was the first thing on his mind as soon as he stepped foot onto the other side of the prison walls. Walking around as a free man was a nice feeling to have running through his veins, but it did nothing to ease the worry and discomfort that rolled about in his guts. Paz had passed away years ago, their boy had only three at the time. Now MJ would be nearly sixteen years old. And in all that time, Miles couldn’t help but wonder and imagine who his boy had ended up with. If anything were to happen to him and Paz, custody was supposed to go to Lyle, but the judge had screwed him over in that along with his sentencing, and had placed MJ in the foster care system, since that was supposedly what was best for his child at the time. For the many years he sat in prison, struggling to stay sane and clear his name; in his dreams, he’d hoped that MJ had gotten lucky and ended up with a wonderful set of foster parents. Those dreams were shattered into a million tiny fragments as he laid eyes upon the address he’d dug up. Staring at the house that belonged to his boy’s fosters parents made Miles wish for the umpteenth time that he and Paz had written in their will Lyle as a guardian should something happen to them since word alone clearly hadn’t been enough.

so. basically

Ringo Starr has been in recovery for a while, for his drug and alcohol addiction. However, the social life of the pub is something he longs for, but is nervous it could sway back to his bad habits.

$660 of roxi’s vs $190 of heroin

Overcoming Addiction as a Christian

On August 17th 2020, JJ was 1 year sober. This is his testimony about overcoming substance abuse addiction as a Christian who really is living for Christ. Contrary to popular belief, marijuana is addictive and affects people negatively. For him, it became his idol. His hope is that this video uplifts and edifies the body of Christ and glorifies God!

@badthingshappenbingo fill for Heart Attack!

You can find this ficlet on ao3 HERE.

To say that Jason Todd took after his dad… well, to those who knew the pair, it would seem almost redundant.  “He sure is his father’s boy,” the waitress at the diner on the corner of Main Street would huff with a shake of her head as the boy in question walked past the front window, leather jacket thrown over one shoulder, and the other customers would hum and nod and know that wasn’t a good thing.  She didn’t need to explain herself, or say any more than that.  Everyone in the small town of Millburn, New Jersey knew what she meant.  Because Jason Todd took after his dad—from the curl of his black hair to the mean glint in his eye to the skill with which he could spin a tire iron, whether that be for profit or for pain.

And profit there was.  The Todd’s had a lucrative family business of doing any and all petty crime available across the state of New Jersey, and anywhere the elder Willis Todd went his son could be found following, to uphold the family’s legacy.  They were like two peas in a pod, rotten to the core, and everyone knew it.  There were, in fact, only two key differences between Jason and his father, besides the fact that one was in his early thirties and the other was pushing fifty.  For one, Jason Todd had no wife to beat, and seemed to have no interest in finding one; and for two, he might run drugs between the big cities for a certain Mr. Dent, but he never partook himself.  No, he was rude, abrasive, and uncaring, with a vindictive streak a mile wide, all without the aid of a single drop of booze.

So it was.  Jason took after his father in nearly every way that mattered, a swagger to his step and solid ice in his clear blue eyes.  And so it was that this would be the thing that killed him—for just like his father before him, he had a minuscule defect in his heart that, while generally harmless, could, under a very specific set of circumstances, prove fatal.

It happened on a Wednesday night, in a cheap trailer parked across five parking spaces at the lot used by the town’s only Walmart Super Store.  While Catherine Todd lay on the bathroom floor with a needle in her arm, and old Willis Todd sat on the couch in a drunk stupor with the game playing on the stolen TV, Jason stood in the sorry excuse for a kitchen waiting for the toaster to pop with a late night snack.  He wasn’t supposed to touch the pop-tarts (they were strawberry and cream flavored, his mom’s favorite—his father had bought them three weeks before as a consolation gift because he’d blown through too much of their savings to buy his wife an anniversary present that year), but he’d grabbed two anyway, sure no one would miss them. 

The sequence of events from there went as follows: the toaster popped, but because of the way the pop-tart on the left had been inserted into the slot, it got caught under the rim and wouldn’t come out.  Jason, annoyed, banged on the side with his fist.  When that got him nowhere fast, the only response a drunken mumble from his father, he pulled a fork from the mess of dishes in the sink, wiped it off on his mother’s dish towel, and stuck it into the slot.  Cursing and swearing, he tried to dig out the trapped pastry, only succeeding in forcing it down further.  He responded by shoving the fork in further behind it.

It was in vain.  Little did Jason know that thirteen seconds after inserting the fork into the toaster, he would make the unfortunate mistake of shoving the pastry down far enough that it triggered the heating element.  All it took was a touch of the fork to an exposed wire down near the bottom of the slot, and an electrical shock that should only have stunned him momentarily went on to cause a heart attack that stopped Jason’s heart like a stone in his chest. 

He jerked once, twice, dropped the fork to the floor, and was dead before he even came down to meet it.  It would take his mother fourteen hours to find his cold body, and she would only notice because she literally tripped over his sprawling leg.

Of everyone in the small town of Millburn, only a handful of people went to the funeral—just a few of Jason’s grade school teachers (“so much potential,” they had said in every parent-teacher conference, studiously avoiding Willis Todd’s eyes), the cop who had issued the warrant for Jason’s last arrest who was only there to make sure the bastard was truly dead, and Father Howard, the local preacher.  Jason’s parents were fashionably late as always, and only arrived after the grave had been filled and the last of the meandering ‘well-wishers’ gone. 

“It’s what you deserve for giving me such a shit-heel for a son,” Willis Todd said to a weeping Catherine Todd, putting out his cigarette on the headstone still waiting to be put in place.  And that, as they say, was that.

…Unless you count the part where Jason Todd blinked his eyes and came to awareness in the afterlife with a single calm inhale, that is.

33 -

I don’t regret it. I took them and I did have a fun little buzzy afternoon. I took them because I had to make a decision otherwise it would have weighed heavily on my mind. But I knew that this was how it was going to play out, even before getting them. Like I said, I made plans instead of taking precautions.

I’m so indecisive because I think very deeply about outcomes, that often I make a big decision impulsively and just live with the consequences. In a way, I’m afraid to commit.

The difference from the past, is that I was aware and consciously made this choice.

To be honest - I wanted more in the moment. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to go higher, summit the peak. To dance on the line between life and not life. The exhilaration of standing at the precipice. But that’s the thing right? It’s never enough. It will never be enough.

I woke up the next morning & had no desire to do that again.

I’m still sober from alcohol and other drugs. I don’t count it as a relapse. Some might say otherwise, but this is MY recovery. Real, raw and authentic. No hiding here. I own my decision. I am still committed to the bigger picture.

I’m not sure it was worth it. I guess I knew deep down it wouldn’t be, but I still had to do it to prove it. I couldn’t let it go (it would be a waste!). Unfortunately, I am the learn-by-experience type. And sometimes, a few experiences before it really sinks in (lol).

And so we continue on, same as before.

I have more to live for these days. I enjoy my life and I feel excited at what’s to come. I love the people I have, fiercely and selflessly. I have faith in something greater than me. Most importantly, I have faith in myself. I know I have changed. I know I will continue to change. I have humility and an open mind. Those parts of me that were a collection of tiny fragments…well, they aren’t so broken anymore.

Drugs and alcohol will not bring me the validation I seek. They will not give me purpose or increase my value. I know that. I am not that version of myself any longer.

Each day, a little better and brighter.

I thought you were the one

There is a famous quote by the Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu that has stuck with me from the moment I read it:

“Watch your thoughts, they become your words; watch your words, they become your actions; watch your actions, they become your habits; watch your habits, they become your character; watch your character, it becomes your destiny.”

Did you know that human beings have over 6,200 thoughts per day, and that most of these thoughts are automatic? That is to say that most of the thoughts we have are not chosen consciously but forced upon us by the subconscious.”

https://www.elephantjournal.com/2022/06/addiction-the-subconscious/

This Will Blow Your Mind:

2022 Drug Abuse Statistics:

https://drugabusestatistics.org/

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Heaven gained another angel this morning and I hope my mom (passed 6.20.14) was waiting for him to hug and hold him as soon as he got there.. 😭

Joshua Leigh Sonnier

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