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strahm fans are funny to me because every so often a gifset of the same three scenes of him will drop and without fail every single peterhead on this site immediately makes a beeline for the reblog button so they can diagnose him with pretty princess disorder (incurable) and talk about needing to handfeed him crack cocaine like he's a starving horse with behavioral problems and they're the first gentle touch he's ever felt
#the rare type of post where i actually enjoy reading the notes#because they're always about his fuckass eyelashes and his babygirl demeanor#i do get it. as a fellow strahm girlie#peter strahm#saw#cider.txt#drugs ment tw
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wait was I the only one who thought the crack thing was a drug thing. crack alley. drug dealer skizzleman. uh. erm.
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Alex & Friends Part 26-Deterioration
thanks to @jaydiann and @whumpy-daydreams for helping with the medical stuff
Aaron belongs to @pigeonwhumps
cw: medical whump, intubation, medicinal drug use, general suffering and misery
Joseph watched as the ketamine took hold on Alex and she drifted off. Once Aaron was satisfied that the drugs had worked, he slid his hands under the blanket that was laid over her chest. He couldn’t actually hold her neck because of the collar, so this was the next best option.
He watched as Aaron closed his eyes, then slowly exhaled. She whimpered as the healing started, but it quickly grew into a pained howl. Even though he knew that the drugs would prevent her from remembering it or feeling it, that didn’t make fun to watch. Listening to someone wailing in pain was always going to be uncomfortable. It was worse when you were just watching. At least when you were treating you had something to block it out.
Aaron kept going, face furrowed in concentration. Necks were difficult places to heal, and the spinal cord made it especially agonizing. Most healers wouldn’t heal spinal stuff without pretty strong analgesia, even though it made it harder to. Her screams were half-panting now, and her legs were twitching and kicking with the pain. She slowly started to quiet after Aaron pulled his hands away.
“Alright, let’s get going,” he said as he stretched his fingers out. There was nothing he could do about her chest for the time being, not until they got to the hospital. One of the paramedics went around to the front, and Joseph checked to make sure Alex was secure. The ambulance was carefully backed out of the lot, and they were off.
Alex fully came too several minutes later, accompanied by a wearily mumbled curse. Her eyes flickered around as she searched the back of the ambulance, unable to turn her head. “…oseph?” she murmured quietly.
“I’m right here, Alex.” He leaned forward so that he was more in her line of sight. “How’re you feeling?”
“ ‘s hard to breathe,” she groaned.
“We’re nearly to the hospital.” Joseph said, patting her hand. He looked over at the monitor, and Aaron did the same, turning away from Phoenix to check. She was satting high enough to avoid intubation, and she’d been protecting her airway so far, but it still wasn't great.
Aaron grabbed his stethoscope and carefully rose to standing. “I’m just gonna listen to your chest, okay?” He started to pull the blankets away as he spoke.
Alex whimpered as she tried to draw more air in. There was a hint of panic behind her eyes.
She flinched a little when the cold bell of the stethoscope made contact with her chest. Then, she reached out for Joseph’s hand.
He took it, letting her squeeze it while he rubbed his thumb on the back of it.
“We’re gonna take good care of you,” he assured her.
While the look on Aaron’s face remained mostly stoic, Joseph had known him long enough to tell that her lungs hadn’t sounded good. Their eyes flickered to the monitor again. Her saturation had dipped even lower, down to the low nineties.
“How far are we out?” Aaron asked.
Joseph peered out the window. “We’re on the hospital side of the river. What are you thinking?”
“I would prefer CPAP, but HAL has been HAL and our ambulances don’t carry those.” Aaron mentally cursed the damn cheapscapes that ran the alliance.
“RSI?” Joseph suggested.
“Not yet.” He wasn’t happy with her sats, but she was holding for now, and the c-collar would make intubation significantly harder.
Alex’s eyes nervously filtered around, breaths increasingly labored.
“It's alright, I know it’s scary.” Joseph rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand. “Just keep breathing for me.”
Aaron sat back down, but he was still watching his patient like a hawk, eyes moving between her and the monitor.
Joseph kept a hold of her hand, reassuring her with a soft voice. The fear in her eyes was no longer subtle. She mumbled something from behind the mask, but he couldn’t hear it. “What was that?” he asked, leaning in closer.
“ ‘m sorry.” Her voice was whisper quiet, and Joseph pushed certain memories out of his brain.
“You don’t need to be sorry.” He smiled, continuing to brush her hand with his thumb. “We’re taking good care of you, yeah?”
“I-” she gasped for air, eyes growing wide, “-cn’t..mmh..breathe.” Her saturation took a nosedive into the eighties as she tried to heave enough air in. “..elp.”
It didn’t come back up.
Aaron jumped into action. “We’re gonna have to RSI.” He quickly started setting out his supplies. “Tell Cole to pull the ambulance over.”
Alex was obviously distressed now, frantically pounding her arm on the side of the stretcher as she fought to breathe. The vehicle came to a stop while Aaron was drawing up his medications, Joseph helping him set out his supplies.
Joseph spoke to Alex as he worked, explaining what was going to happen. “We’re going to put a tube down your throat to help you breathe easier, okay?” She whimpered, coughing violently. “We’ll give you drugs so you can’t feel it, you’re doing great, just keep breathing for me.” He kept talking to her as Aaron sat down behind her head.
“You ready?” Aaron asked while he started to preoxygenate her. “Any questions?”
Joseph shook his head. “I’ve got 7.5 tube with stylet, laryngoscope with a mac 3, bougie, ket and roc already drawn up, cric kit’s up here just in case.”
“Alright, let’s go.” Aaron said.
“We gotcha, Alex,” Joseph said as he pushed the ket. She was still too panicked to acknowledge it, but the drug took hold, and she slowly started to relax. Her breathing wasn’t great, still, even though she looked less distressed.
Once Alex was out, the procedure commenced quickly from there. He pushed the paralytic next, grabbing his laryngoscope while he waited for it to take effect. Aaron had to use more force than he would’ve liked because of the c-collar, but he was able to visualize what he needed to and get the ET tube in easily enough. Joseph secured the tube while Aaron attached it to the ventilator.
The intubation had helped, and even though her sats were still not great, they were higher then they’d been. The ambulance continued towards the hospital, and Joseph found himself holding her hand again. They turned into the hospital, and Joseph gave it a squeeze before letting go so he could get ready to unload her.
Even though she’d made it to the hospital, she still had a long way to go.
Taglist: @/pigeonwhump @rainydaywhump
#worlds babbles#whump#medical whump#intubation#drugs ment tw#whump writing#alex oc#jospeh oc#aaron not my oc#is Phoenix being in the back of the bus probably some superhero HIPPA violation?#yes#but I’ve sworn myself of from medical worldbuilding so y’all can suffer with me#also yay! Aaron gets to do his job
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Ok but people meeting jasper in human verse because there’s just a kid meandering around very lost clearly out of it definitely drunk or drugged or he just straight up shows up at their door, caught trying and failing to break into house or car
#wishlist#drugs ment tw#I just had the idea ok#totally ignoring how he gets from middle of nowhere to civilization#slight au from the original idea I had in mind with the barn I just thought it was neat
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Writing Prompt
Character A is an undercover cop, sicc’d on drug dealers. Relevant: A’s same-gender sibling is also a cop, not undercover.
Characters B and C are drug dealers.
Character C: Whoa, wait man! This guy’s a cop! I have seen him before! I know his face! That guy’s a cop! I know he’s a cop!
Character B: If you’re a cop you have to tell us, it’s law. [A/N: It’s not]
Character A: No? I’m not a freaking cop. My piece of shit brother is. How the fuck do you know my brother? You an informant? Why do you know cops?
Character C: Hey man.
Character A: Bro, your guy’s a fucking narc! I’m not buying from a fucking narc! Forget it, I’m out!
Character B: You’re going to do some explaining, C!
Despite this prompt being tailored for a cop-character, ACAB, and if you can make a private investigator work in this prompt, please do!
A non-fed undercover investigator would make this better but that needs more built-up than just this dialogue prompt. And imho, a disillusioned ex-cop who became a private investigator and hates the system that made/ trained him is always the best option for an investigator.
#writing ideas#writing inspiration#writing inspo#original prompt#original dialogue#dialogue prompt#dialogue inspiration#character dialogue#plot prompt#character prompt#dialogue ideas#drugs tw#tw drugs#drugs mention#drugs ment tw
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No one really hates TA!Alder, they gripe and moan about him a lot but they don’t hate him. He’s a good wise old coot but he has his negative red flags too.
After all it’s hard to go on and live a good life after being forced to snort cocaine and meth by your own parents when you were thirteen. No one could hate the man for that. Not when he genuinely tries his best to connect to the people around him in the ways he can.
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*drugs mentioned tw*
PSA!!!!! ⚠️
Unpure ecstasy pills have been going around L.A. recently! E-pills can be laced with other unknown and dangerous fillers! Please be careful if you're in the L.A. area and trying to roll! It's not worth your life! At these times anyone is trying to make money and sell unpure pills!!!
BE CAREFUL. TELL YOUR FRIENDS. YOUR LIFE IS WORTH MORE THAN ROLLING.
#as someone whose been off of this shet for 5 years it's not the same#take care of yourselves#pills#drugs ment tw#drugs mention#pills tw#2022#june#may#summer#psa#warning#substance abuse#substance recovery#drug recovery#addiction recovery#stay safe#l.a.#los angeles#socal
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Monkeywrench Alcohol and drugs Headcanons
My headcanons for the canon drinks and cigars
Beebs likes Torpedo, Perfecto shapes cigars Oscuro and Colorado for colors.
He likes mild tobaccos. Shrikes likes Cigarillo, Perfecto and corona
Both Beebs and shrike use refill torch lighters-
Drinks- He likes tasting local beverages - Bitter doesn’t bother him.
I think that both Beebs and Shrike like Beers .
Both Shrike and Beebs don’t drink or smoke on the job. Beebs has tried to talk Shrike out of doing so no matter the stress of a job.
Shrike likes white tequila and tequila cocktails to be exact. He can only do one shot of straight tequila.
Both Shrike and Beebs like dainty fruity cocktails on occasion.
Shrike like sugar cocktails .
They both like happy hour for the prices.
It would be unwise to challenge Beebs to drinking contest thanks to his size.
Shrike is light weight. Both Shrike and Beebs will claim that they drink to relax,but they got moments where they drink to forget.
Beebs doesn’t drink too often.
Here is where I go into my take - Its what I posted above+ plus this
Btw - They don’t touch stronger drugs
Concerning Marijuana -Its legal in a lot of planets
Beebs does own cute bongs and pipes Beebs does use CBD creams
He likes hemp products for his rabbits and what else hemp can do.
He likes CBD drinks - rare - He likes CBD -not THC. He doesn’t smoke thc.
Beebs is strict on Shrike smoking weed -not a fan of the smell or babysitting Shrike.
Its dime bag size weed amounts for Shrike, its how much he can afford and smoke and in rare moments on the weed friendly planets + on their day off.
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sometimes ir really is just a girl and his dab pen against the world
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My four girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
#drugs ment tw#season of performance#forgetful storyteller#frantic stagehand#modest dancer#mellow musician#sky cotl#sky children of the light#narrator skyposting
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Allow me to try to impart to you some small idea of the absolute lunacy that has been our final Midsummer show.
For context, I (an idiot) am Puck. Brian (aka BGEltonJohnPimp, a dear friend and only an occasional idiot) is Oberon.
Before we even get into costume I have to explain the concept of ‘mid morning anxiety shits’ in front of both my directors as well as our costume manager.
Our company has a tradition in which those who won’t be returning give highly emotional (and usually very long and rambly) speeches about important experiences/ fond memories/ advice about the program and everyone sobs their little hearts out together. Anyways, one of our unhinged (affectionate) crew members came out as trans to the whole company, then immediately and without pausing to acknowledge anything about what they had just said, transitioned (hahah lol funny ik ik) into a performance, word for word, of that Lin Manuel Miranda Orders A Pizza video for their speech. It was insane.
Act 2. The long story short is that Brian misses his cue to enchant Titania’s eyes during Act 2, probably due to a mighty combination of heavy bawling and emotional distress from earlier in the evening and the uncontrollable fascination our strangely hypnotic fairy song produces (original music written by our director; upon hearing it most people feel the uncontrollable urge to salute and stand at attention or to go to sleep!!).
After several long moments where, despite our whole company having run this show with little to no incident for the past week straight, there is inexplicably not a single person who remembers who is supposed to be on stage right now. Hermia and Lysander accuse me (the nerve! You accuse Puck of miss the cue??! How dare !!!), I accuse Oberon (not my proudest moment but I panicked), he accuses Helena and Demetrius (not even remotely a possibility given that they just left the stage, but he was getting desperate). Suddenly Oberon turns very white and stalks out of the green room. Keep in mind, friends, the stage has been completely silent for several minutes at this point. Our director has appeared backstage.
Oberon materializes in the wings at stage right, the SR ASM, upon seeing someone who might save this, panics and all but shoves him on stage with the wild-eyed desperation of a drowning man. I now watch Oberon from the stage cameras. He walks, uncertain, across the thrust. He has forgotten his monologue. I know this because I can see the fear in his eyes. Also because he has not said a single damn word yet. He is in the belly of the beast and not even he knows what will come out of his mouth when he opens it. He then proceeds to utter the most plaintive cry for help I have ever heard from a man in pink jazz glasses and neon eye shadow,
“Puck? My most loyal servant Puck where are you, Puck?” It is clear he wants someone to come out and save him, but all I can do is watch my lord from the shadows, watch him finally cross the stage and melt back into the dark of stage left. The rest of Act 2 goes exactly as planned with the strange scene— wherein Oberon appears to get lost in the woods and then, whilst extremely high and paranoid and fucked up, stumble his way across the stage while trying increasingly desperately to get Puck to come help him— is never mentioned again.
We spend all of intermission trying to cheer Brian (he doesn’t take failure well) up. I make the butterfly kisses on his cheeks with my fake eyelashes (they are very long you see). Our director— a very put together and collected woman tonight— says the word fuck. Brian, inexplicably, feels much better. Everything is going smoothly at last.
Act 4. I suddenly cannot find Brian. I am supposed to be onstage, but so is he. I look in every backstage place. The green room. The boy’s dressing room. The girl’s dressing room. Underneath the fucking bathroom stalls. It is then that I become aware that our prop’s master, Carly, is trying to tell me something. Our rapid and hushed conversation goes a little something like this:
Carly, whispering furiously: Gabe, why aren’t you onstage, they need you right now!!
Me, panicked: I’m looking for Brian, it’s his scene and he’s gotta give the monologue to disenchant Titania!! I think he’s missing his cue again!!
Carly, seriously regretting being friends with me: You fucking acorn, Brian is already onstage. He’s been onstage for the whole scene. Go!!!
I have been backstage trying to not let Oberon miss his cue up again while Oberon is onstage, wondering why I’ve missed my cue. Luckily, he can see my hazard orange jacket from the wings and he doesn’t go through with his split-second improv plan which, he explained to me later tonight, was just to make up a story about how the Athenians had killed me, and then make up as many gruesome details as he needed to include in order to give me the time I needed to get in position.
#shakespeare#midsummer#midsummer night's dream#live theatre#Theater mistakes#drugs ment tw#Oberon and puck
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Just tried a CBD gummy for the first time while with some friends. Didn’t read the packaging until after eating it, and it said not to take them if you’re on stimulants.
I’m on adderall for my adhd.
Pray for me y’all.
#inky speaks#drugs tw#drugs ment tw#drugs mention#if you need me to tag anything else about this post please lmk!
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Joseph, walking into the kitchen at 2 am: Alex, what are you doing?
Alex, holding four ibuprofen in her hand: drugs
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ty ilu mwah
nylon started out as my splatsona in splatoon 2, based on the bangs cut that i usually used & my favorite outfit in game, sneaky beanie, takoroka nylon vintage, mint drakoniks. still slaps, waiting for all the gear to come back to s3😭 they were kinda a blank slate for a while since i didnt know what to do w them. but since theyre a sona i get to unload whatever personal bullshit on them! when i first started playing splatoon i got obsessed quickly w salmon run (still am) but also grizzco as a whole, i LOVED the mystery and shadyness and grungy atmosphere of it all. i tried to do something w that for a really long time (bout a year) but now its just an alternate universe thing. i tried to make alternations but. clare from fleabag voice ITS UNSALVAGABLE. um so au it is.
anyw the more ive developed them the more theyve kinda become their own character. they have the usual rough childhood, gets into messy bs and toxic friend groups as a teenager, gets kicked out at 18, goes from shitty job to shitty job, theyre just a depressed mfer! they love getting high and getting some. theyd rather die than get close to people or form meaningful bonds. they simultaneously think theyre hot shit and the worst. eyebags galore. oh yeah they could commit war crimes given any good reason (not morally) but otherwise theyre lazy. they have good music taste but also have a selection of sad songs they listen to when the homies arent around. she loves judd the cat. when they were a kid they begged their parents for ages to get a pet spider (are tarantulas canon in splatoon idk). they got it btw (named blaze) their parents were Not happy. theyve drunkenly passed out in public an embarrasing amount of times. she rates her hookups in her notes app, divided into categories even. she hasnt had a healthy meal in months. she doesnt know what a mental health is. she has one of those “damn bitch you live like this” rooms full of empty cans. she can play the piano and knows minecraft songs. they have double the daddy issues. theyre eerily similar to jessie pinkman from breakind bad but /j. they act tough & pretend they dont like physical affection cus they dont wanna admit they need a hug. idk how to talk abt ocs normally online i didnt even say basic info. theyre 22, nb purple or blue ink. ive coped w this bitch too much i owe them one. half of my sketchbook is filled w doodles of them
edit; now comes with a playlist and pinboard
#blinky speaks#wrow nylon lore heyo#slaps their back. this guy can fit so much trauma in them!#if u waaaaant u can ask questions or send me asks abt my failgirl babygirl oc? 👉👈#i think i drank the wrong tea it was supposed to be sleepytime tea but ive never felt MORE AWAKE#drugs ment tw#alcohol ment#splatoon#nylon
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Im so fucking sorry the internet has ruinEd me that last dash game you posted sent me into a coughing fit bc all i could hear was Sora saying “lets take adderall together” just by looking st that icon im so sorry
❝ Don't just say those things! King Mickey is gonna get on my case for breaking our family friendly image! ❞
#GFJSGSOAGKDGFJDH THE WAY I SCREAM LAUGHED#turnecoat#❛ general: crack.#❛ ic: sora.#❛ inbox: sora.#drugs ment tw#drugs ment cw
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𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬...
the thing is .... it's not completely accurate that Cindy is just a workaholic who pulls all-nighters for the sake of her job. It's that she constantly has nightmares over what happened to her parents. If her mind isn't actively focused on something else when getting ready for bed or what have you, there are moments where she'll zone out and retreat to that dark corner; to the sounds, the smells, the vision of that car flipping along the highway. At times she can snap herself out of it however in deep sleep it's either her own scream or someone else waking her. It's occasionally violent, not necessarily trashing so much as it's more a jolting reaction like going for a punch when scared. So, to her at least, it's better to just ride out the insomnia with work than to rest and possibly relive her parents getting attacked by deamons over and over again.
Addition from an another post...
Not a lot of people know about Cin’s occasional night terrors. It’s really something she’d rather keep to herself so there isn’t any, in her mind at least, unnecessary worrying over her. Usually when the notion of having someone over arises either like a friendly sleepover or spending the night with an s/o for the first time, she will take something beforehand that she knows will knock her right tf out, relax with a few drinks or in the case of having the s/o over, other activities can also take her mind off it a little. But more often then not, if she’s had a stressful or kinda off day, if she’s not forcing herself to pull an all-nighter, she’ll take a sleeping pill and pass out for as long as she’s able.
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