#drug tw
Zedaph got to the spot early, and looked around with a sigh.
“The problem,” Zed said to nobody in particular, “is that this server does not have enough dark alleys for shady people to sulk in for various illicit activities.” He set down a shulker chest. “Without atmosphere, we are nothing. Luckily, I am a master of building, an atmospheric aspiring… architecture… never mind, not the point. I have some building to do.” Zed got to work at once- he didn’t have much time until the appointment.
“Ah, perfect.” He said after about an hour, stepping back in satisfaction to view his architectural masterpiece. It was a couple of upright walls, all dark and cracked stones. It stuck out a lot in the otherwise flat field Zed had chosen to make it in for whatever reason. “I call it the Shady Alley!” Zed said triumphantly to himself. “And now we sulk in said shade of said alley until our appointment!”
Zed wasn’t a natural at sulking. He tried hunching over, and he tried doing little dances, and punching his other hand with his fist. But luckily he didn’t have to sulk for too long- some footsteps announced an arrival. Zed leaned casually against his wall.
“You got the stuff?” He asked, trying to sound as cool as possible.
“Zed, what the fuck is all this about?” Cleo’s voice came from around the corner.
“Well, it’s a shady dark alley of course! Perfect for- don’t come around that corner!” Zed held out his arm, almost clotheslining Cleo. “Cleo, we have to act anonymous. This is such shady business we are doing right now. What if X found out what we were doing? This is how we hide.”
“Oh, yeah, and no one’s gonna question the random structure in the middle of this field, this all makes total sense.” Cleo said sarcastically.
“Exactly!” Zed said. “So… do you have the stuff.”
“Yes, Zed, I have the stuff.” Cleo had her head in her hand.
“Is it… within its expiration date?” Zed asked. He’d never done anything like this before.
“Totes. It’s so fresh, it might as well have just come out of the ground.” Cleo said, hastily pulling up a bunch of grass and stuffing it into a bag.
“Fantastic. Okay, so, I’ll slip the diamonds around the corner, and then you slip me the stuff, and then we’ll go our separate ways. No one will ever know!” Zed, hands shaking, took ten diamonds out of his pocket and held them out around the corner. Cleo took them, and plopped the bag in his hand.
“Pleasure doing business, Zed.” Cleo pocketed the diamonds and flew off.
Zed looked at the bag in his hand. “Real drugs! Oh my gosh! Cleo was right, it does look like real grass! Oh wow! I can’t wait to experiment with these real drugs!”
ralsei huffing a fat dart
[ID: A digital drawing of Ralsei from Deltarune Chapter 1. He sits on the ground with a hand on his hip and a delighted expression on his face. He is smoking a weed bunt bigger than his arm. A purple cloud of smoke billows from the end of the bunt. End ID.]
Hex: Jerma
- steals your weed
Would highly recommend my fellow dissociative pals stay away from psychedelic drugs. The combination is almost guaranteed to give you a bad trip and will likely negatively affect your future dissociative episodes. A bad trip can be extremely traumatic for people who already have a hard time processing what is real and unreal. Psychedelics are for people who want to alter their perception of reality, we don’t need to do that, we do it every day, and it’s not fun.
women in small towns be working for pyramid schemes and salons
men in small towns be working at The Factory
The factory closed years ago we do opioids now
facts of living with a chronic illness that able-bodied people are completely unaware of-
- sometimes we can’t afford our medication and supplements
- sometimes we won’t eat for a day or more because we’re physically unable to prepare food
- we develop obsessive, compulsive, anxious, harmful tics and behaviours as a result of our illnesses
- our welfare payments can prevent us from entering into a long-term relationship
- we can go for 7+ days without showering. this is not an active choice
- we can be in excruciating pain and you might never know it. we’re very good actors
- the majority of us would give anything to be able to work and/or study
- many of us have contemplated and even attempted suicide. many of us have succeeded
- we can feel a tremendous amount of guilt and shame every day
- the simplest of actions such as speaking, standing, sitting upright or opening your eyes can be unbearable
- we experience a thousand symptoms every day, many of which we will never mention because we would otherwise be speaking about them non-stop
- we eat junk food, we stop treatment, we smoke, we drink alcohol, we do things that are bad for our bodies, just like everyone else. we’re allowed to do this. it doesn’t mean that we are choosing to be sick
- some days we’ll be capable of running a mile, some days we won’t be able to lift a finger. we don’t get to pick which day is which
- sex with a chronic illness is usually really really difficult. so is dating
- mobility aids are not an all or nothing issue. some days we will need them, some days they’re optional, some days we might not need them at all. this does not invalidate their use or necessity
- for many of us the internet is the only form of communication and socialisation that we have
- we are not drug addicts or drug chasers because we require drugs to function
- many of us distrust doctors and the medical industry due to years of bad and sometimes abusive experiences. this does not necessarily mean we’ve given up on treatment or getting better
- we sacrifice a lot every day
At least Jehovah will fix my teeth in the new system, right guys?
Family fun night is watching your parents get high on meth and proceed to argue, right as it’s their turn in Candyland. Mfs would be heated as fuck and still beat me in that game. Anyways fuck Candyland it ruined my childhood
