heres the realest shit ever: literally no one is going to pressure you to do drugs in high school
literally no one
an encounter i had in 10th grade in a bathroom
person: hey we’re about to smoke some pot do you want some?
me: nah i got a test in like 20 minutes i just have to pee
person: alright good luck
actual highschool party I’ve been to
person: I brought beer!
people: aaaaaaa yyyyeeeaaahhh
person: want some?!?!
Me: no I don’t drink
person: GOOD MORE FOR US HERE’S SOME SODA
On the bus: Dude: Do you want a cigarette? Me: Dude I’m asthmatic. I’d die. Dude: Okay, cool, cool.
6th period math:
friend: hey, you want a weed brownie?
me: nah I’m good.
friend: cool.
Lunch
Some girl: You guys wanna smoke weed in the stairwell??
Us: not really
Girl: Okay friends, if you want any later my name’s Zoey, i always sit here
Guy: do you want a cigarette?
Me: I don’t smoke
Guy: good, don’t start
(that happened on multiple occasions with different people)
Seriously I was pressured into reading the Twilight books 1000x more than any drugs or alcohol
The last one
Adults would rather believe drugs are caused by peer pressuring teens rather than horrible situations developing kids are put into that drive them to seek out any sort of relief they can find. They don’t want to believe that they themselves are driving kids to do drugs.
Want teens to do less drugs? Provide accessible and cheap (or free) mental health support, get kids out of abusive situations, and use education rather than fear mongering when trying to deter teens.
This is more of a personal opinion, but I think legalizing weed would significantly reduce the use of harder, more dangerous drugs.
Contributing factors to substance abuse, at all ages:
Messed up family life, specifically things like neglect and abuse. Unresolved trauma issues.
Mental health issues, particularly undiagnosed ones or ones which are not being appropriately treated.
Chronic pain.
These are three of the biggest factors leading to substance abuse in EVERY age group. This is part of why the “war on drugs” especially in schools, is not helpful, because drug abuse is almost always a symptom of an underlying problem. Those problems NEED to be addressed in order to truly resolve the issue of drug use. Further ostracizing people who do abuse substances, and criminalizing the use of drugs is NOT the solution. It can lead to further trauma, further life stresses, and put people at a much higher risk of future drug usage.
Teens, and all people really, need to have access to appropriate healthcare, and ESPECIALLY for children and vulnerable adults, it needs to be something which is advocated for and pushed by people other than their guardians/parents. Because their parents and guardians are the most likely reason why they DON’T have access to proper treatment.
at school we have yearbooks for fourth years where everyone gets a page to showcase their work, and we sell them to raise money. this is my page, i wanted it to have an anime ending card vibe haha
[ Image I.D : An Illustration of a man, Zolham Veao, standing in front of a full moon crowned with a marble, crescent gem, looking at the viewer while crying. Zol is a thin, white man with long raven black hair fashioned into a braid reaching past his waist and bright silver eyes. He is wearing funeral robes adorned with various gems and jewels. He is wearing a silver, bejeweled headdress and in his hands is holding a black rose. He is bleeding silver blood from his hand that is gripping the stem of the rose. He has a soft smile on his face and is sobbing. Behind him are feathers tipped in silver blowing in the wind, fanning out behind him like bird’s wings.
Second image is the same illustration as the first image except Zol is wearing a funeral vail over his entire person in this version.
Third image is Zol but several years older. He has a sickly sallow tint to his pale skin. His hair is shoulder length and graying. He is in old, worn, travel clothes and a dingy breast plate. His right hand is holding a rusted flask to his chest while his other hand rests on a bloody mace at his hip. Behind him is a set of skeletal wings and a skeletal hand reaches above him holding a set of scales. He has an expression of apathy and fatigue on his face.
[ Image ID : An Illustration of two versions of a man, Zolham, bisected down this center by cracks in a mirror. On the right side of the image he is young, the left half of him is older. Young Zol is a thin, white man with long raven black hair fashioned into a braid reaching past his waist and bright silver eyes. He is wearing funeral robes adorned with various gems and jewels and in his hands is holding a black rose. He is bleeding silver blood from his hand that is gripping the stem of the rose. He has a soft smile on his face and is sobbing. Behind him are feathers tipped in silver blowing in the wind, fanning out behind him like bird’s wings and a moon crowned with a marble, crescent gem. Old Zol is thinner than young Zol with a sickly sallow tint to his pale skin. His hair is shoulder length and graying. He is in old, worn, travel clothes and a dingy breast plate. His right hand is holding a rusted flask to his chest while his other hand rests on a bloody mace at his hip. Behind him is a set of skeletal wings and a skeletal hand reaches above him holding a set of scales. He has an expression of apathy and fatigue. The side of Old Zol is cracked and shattered into several pieces.
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[ Image ID: An illustration of Adrastos, a satyr, sitting against a tree stump while feeding his pet pseudo-dragon, Askook, beef jerky while Askook sits on top of Adrastos’ head. Adrastos is a squat, chubby, satyr man, with broad hips, cloven feet and lots of thick, body hair on his arms, legs, chest and stomach. He has messy hair that’s fashioned into a nest for Askook and a bushy beard with various flowers in it. He has a pair of mismatched horns coming out of his forehead. He is wearing a dirty pair of loose fitting pants, a dirty, but elegant, harlequin long coat that is open revealing his bare abdomen and loose fitting sports bra. He is wearing various beaded necklaces and bracelets. Ads eyes are bloodshot. Askook is a small, cat sized, dragon with a flower crown on his head and various beaded ties on his neck and tail that match Ads. Behind Ad is a large shield with a crying eye in it’s center and his adventuring supplies laid out around him, some of which includes: a dagger, a joint, an open cantine of wine, a bag of jerky. Image ID ends. ]
matthew & alfreds first hangover was much like arthur constantly giving them lectures and quite a bit mad (not on a serious note tho) while francis made them breakfast, made sure they both had water with them and some medicine and then made sure arthur wouldn’t burst in every 20min
whenever the nordics drink together, which is not often, denmark always makes everyone race against him in drinking and even tho norway isn’t competitive he tries to win everytime, and everytime he ends up dead, probably on the toilet or asleep while denmark is having the time of his life
Type Of Work: One-Shot, For the @ficwip Tiny Ship Fleet Fest
Status:Complete
Warnings:Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, AU - A/B/O, AU - Omegaverse, A/B/O Dynamics, Alcohol, Alcoholism, Alcoholic!Marcus, Drug Use, Drug Abuse, Sexual Harassment, Prostitution, Strippers & Stripclubs, Garrett Mentioned, Implied Garrett/Connor Reed
Disclaimer:I don’t own anything.
Summary: “That’s rich, coming from a man who already knows.”
AN:Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!
Guess who got into a fandom that doesn’t even have an Ao3 Category? It’s this fucking guy. Apparently, I can’t chill out and I must get into fandoms where I am the sole proprietor and audience, but that’s okay. I’ll do this song and dance until I’ve squeaked on by to something else. Hopefully, I don’t, I’m really enjoying writing for this. I love Code 8, it was so good. I keep watching it, oops.
Connor would be far from the first or last person to keep casting his eyes at him over and over again as he lounged in the club that Marcus owned. Granted, it had been some time since he’d seen a pair of blue eyes like Connor’s. Even without being lit up with his electricity, they were something to be admired, and from the looks of it, had found something to admire in him. Of course, there was a lot to take in, Marcus Sutcliffe was one of the biggest names in Lincoln City.
The Electric never drank anything, not usually. He had only seen Connor here every night for four days, and never once did he so much as look at the girls, or think about the illicit products Marcus’ establishment offered. Watching from his typical booth, an old-fashioned glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Marcus rose a brow, his head tilting a little. That was an interesting development, now, wasn’t it?
Scrubbing both hands over his face, Connor held up his hand at the bar, and whatever he ordered was on the bar in a matter of minutes. With how much work he’d been doing for them, and his status as a level five Electric, it didn’t surprise Marcus for a second. What did seem to surprise him was how close Connor had suddenly gotten.
When had he walked from his VIP lounge all the way to the bar?
There was way too much Psyke in his system if he didn’t remember doing that, either that or Connor was some kind of witch, too. A TK, maybe? Perhaps he had electro-magnetism.
To be fair, Connor turned slightly when someone sat beside him and nearly leapt out of his own skin at the sight of him; Apparently, it was a shock to bothof them.
No pun intended.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Marcus asked finally, his words slow, slurred, and disjointed, eyes unfocused even as he tried to keep them on Connor’s face.
“That’s rich, coming from a man who already knows.” Connor spat back, turning back to his glass. He’d been contemplating this for a solid ten minutes before even ordering the damn thing, and he still was struggling with hyping himself up to drink it. Marcus’ eyes focused on his cheek, and the pounding of the musing, the haze of the booze, it all slipped away.
“There’s barely a point in grazing on your brain when I want to have a decent conversation, Connor.” Marcus offered, leaning a little closer, only to find his head pressed up against the Electric’s muscled arm. Up this close, even Marcus could tell that there was the scent of an Omega underneath a thick layer of scent blockers. His mouth hung open, his eyelids fluttering shut, as he breathed in a heaving lungful of Connor’s scent.
Noticing the way that the Alpha was acting had Connor rolling his eyes, finally shooting the whiskey as though he’d never get enough of it. He wasn’t getting paid enough to deal with this.
“What?” It wasn’t like Marcus didn’t already know exactly what he was doing, and Connor thought as much. The mere thought put a slow smirk on the Alpha’s lips, and Marcus leaned a little closer, “You’re beautiful, you know. A real special kind of specimen…” One of those spidery hands slunk up Connor’s arm, down to his wrist. That was the only part on the Omega’s arm that he could wrap his thumb and forefinger around the easiest. Despite this, his fingers still didn’t touch all that well.
There was just something different about feral Breeders that set them apart from the rest. Maybe it was the sheer size of them, or maybe it was the fact that they were so easy to get to. Regardless, a thrill shot down Marcus’ spine as Connor snarled at him, a sub-vocal growl tinging all of his words.
“Hands off, Marcus, it’s not like that.”
The Alpha purred in response, pressing a half-ashamed kiss on the younger man’s thick bicep.
“Ofcourse it’s not, Connor… I know. You’re just… What, ‘passing through’, is what you said?” Complete with air quotes, too. Connor could have reached forward and bit him, if he didn’t think that Marcus would have loved that. Shaking his head, Connor jerked his arm slightly, trying to give the man he worked for enough knowledge about what he was doing to be able to balance himself.
Naturally, Marcus took no hints and awaited the chance to berate the Electric for what he’d done.
That was, up until his descent to the floor was interrupted by those strong arms wrapped around his back on both sides.
“Myhero~” Marcus chortled, rubbing a hand up the center of Connor’s chest. Connor’s escape was a frown, a raised eyebrow, and a quickly deposited drug lord left on a bar stool in drunken confusion. Apparently, Connor wasn’t having it. Connor never really wanted to have it, did he? All he thought about was money…
Andthat was something that Marcus could work with, provided that Connor wasn’t an expensive hooker.
…Or maybe that would work out for all of them. Putting an Omega Breeder on a stage would get them plenty of cash. He could advertise it, get Connor a crash course on being a stripper, and the club would be absolutely packed to bursting with Alphas that thought they could get at him. Even if he was impossible to work with, the younger man would do anything for a quick buck.
Marcus had a few ideas he was sitting on for that, too. If he could just get Connor semi-compliant, then he’d be in Heaven. Garrett would get a decent cut of it, too, so it wasn’t like either of them could complain.
Even still, he knew that it wouldn’t be easy. Connor was a stubborn one, and Garrett only had one thing in mind at all times. That being said, nothing was impossible for Marcus Sutcliffe.
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AN:Welp, there we have it! This will be a two-parter, sort of. Not necessarily two separate chapters but two connected one-shots. The second one will be HARD SMUT, so you’ve been warned.
