#dontcondone

[badhabitsfuntimes]

Sometimes I read things online and it makes me realise......

Holy fuck I used to take a lot of drugs, Like fuck.

 Honestly how the fuck am I not dead or in prison or super fucked up. 

-300ug of lsd, 2-5 grams of shrooms, 0.5g of MDMA, 0.2g of 2cb, 0.5g of Ketamine (both isomers), A couple of lines of coke/speed (amphetamine sulphate), 20+ Xanax/Valium/Clonazepam, quarter oz of weed and some drinks was a pretty TYPICAL weekend.-

There would be times I’d do more then that, but rarely less plus other drugs randomly thrown in, oxys, nangs (N20), poppers, Codeine, MDA, DMT, Mescaline, Pills (XTC), Cloxazolam (in solution), Random Pharmaceuticals, GHB, GBL, Salvia, random RCs, Heroin, I am positive there is stuff I’ve missed but yep, how tf am I alive. I was almost always cross fading and almost always high off something.

Not to mention all the other crazy, shady and unbelievable things I did and was involved with over the years.  All that and I never had any medical or police problems. Blows my mind. 

Now I just smoke weed, occasionally have a drink and mind my own business, 

but shit I got some stories.  

[gunsmokebreath-blog]

“That’s the fancy way of saying you killed him.”

@dontcondone

He bristles at her words, less because of their meaning and more because he doesn’t want to think that she’s judging him for the death that was now on his hands. Katniss was right, he had killed that man and, honestly, he didn’t regret the choice. Nor did it sit easily on his shoulders. Young shoulders, not fully filled out and already he knew what it was to see a man die with his own hands. The way a face twists and the eyes go wide when someone realizes their life is over. Just because it was the right call, and it was and he would do it again, didn’t mean it was easy. She would know that.

“ He deserved it, how many people has he killed before? Dozens at the very least. “

[goldenlined-blog]

cinna is a ghost of the man he was before. his skin is pallid and pale, a vision of a man kept underground in the dark for months. they’ve only just started the treatments for his scars, for the burns: the mottled rippled skin that covers his back and arms in perverse pattern of WINGS. cinna has always been a quiet man, but silence is different now; it’s empty. the silence that was so full of the sound of his thinking and observing is now VACANT. his fingers ( broken and rebroken so many times it will take extensive surgery before he can properly hold any sort of utensil again ) fiddle over the air: a phantom sketch. 

the sound of the doors opening sends him into stillness, hands paused mid-air and honey-flecked eyes raise, knowing that the hesitation means this is not his doctors. and then he sees her. his mockingjay,  dressed in that drab gray uniform. for the first time since that day of the quarter quell, the barest flicker of a smile crosses cinna’s features. 

                                                   ❝ KATNISS. ❞

@dontcondone​ ♥’d  T H I S

[gunsmokebreath-blog]

@dontcondone replied to your post “❝ are you always this confident? ❞”

um.... stlop this is too much i need to thread it bye

PLEASE DO

[gunsmokebreath-blog]

❝ are you always this confident? ❞

@dontcondone

He lets out a loud, boyish laugh, it’s the first time he’s made that sound since his father’s death, even the idea of laughing when his dad was dead unsettled something in his stomach but he forced himself to cling to the good feeling that came with laughter. His mom has told him time and time again that his dad wouldn’t want him to be miserable, that he would want his eldest son to go out and play and hunt and laugh so he was trying g here, trying to be a good son and a good brother. 

Which meant he was hunting, or at least he had been before this little jerk wandered up and started poaching all the animals before they even got into his traps. “ I was confident before someone with a freaking bow and arrow started coming into my woods and taking my food. “

He bounds off the rock he had been standing on with all of his thirteen year old glory until he can stand in front of her, hands on his hips and trying to seem harsh but mostly he just looks torn between hunger and amusement. “ Where’d you even get that thing, shortstuff? “

[alderaanheir]

dontcondone replied to your post “If you don't mind my asking, General... What was your wedding like?”

[ maz kanata muffled in the back ] wtf about me

i don’t know how many times this needs to be said, but there were no plus ones allowed, even for chewie.

[hiijacked-blog]

listen i need to just swoop in here and let you know that when i opened your blog the tab read as "more than just a pie" so i am glad that u, peeta mellark, are more than just a pie. good 4 u.

this is honest to god the best thing that has ever happened to me in all my years of living

[gunsmokebreath-blog]

@dontcondone (because i was like “hey i have two ideas i don’t know which to pick” and gem was like “WHO CARES GIVE ME BOTH” so both)

it happens so quickly, so suddenly, that really he isn’t sure what he’s done until he feels a hand wrapped around his wrist, it’s rory pulling on him and screaming but gale doesn’t hear him. doesn’t even see him, just feels the pressure of his hand on skin  and then suddenly turns his head and sees his other hand. it’s not down at his side where it’s supposed to be. it’s up in the air. raised high and grabbing the attention of every single person around them, including the peacekeepers who were moving towards them with efficiency, pushing all the kids too the side. that’s when his hearing comes back to him. he hears his mother screaming, hears his sister crying, hears everything except his own voice. 

i volunteer as tribute. that’s what he had said. those were the last words he heard himself say. the next thing he says is whispered, no one can hear it but his brother and the peacekeeper grabbing his shoulder and pulling him away. pulling him towards his grave. hopefully thy’ll bury him in the woods. if there’s a body left to bury. “ take care of them, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. “

before he even reaches the stage he turns back to look over his shoulder, first his eyes find a relieved looking blonde boy, the kid he just saved at the cost of his own life. next he sees his mother, trying to stay calm and strong and he wants to run and wrap his arms around her until she holds him and tells him that everything will be okay. but he doesn’t can’t. has to move up the stairs and stand beside katniss. katniss. shit. how can he explain the dumbass move he just made to raise his hand and sacrifice his life when it was supposed to be his job to look after both their families now? how was he supposed to look her in the eye.

turns out he can’t. just has to face forward, his eyes shut and hands shaking.

“ i’m sorry. “ he says the words again, this time to her, this time to everyone.