#tw roofie

[miss-galaxy-turtle]

Ghosts (CBS) headcanon

I feel like Trevor is the type of guy who would see a drink get roofied at a bar and then immediately grab it and chug it himself to save the intended target

[thegardenhearth]

hoping and praying that the euphoria theme doesn't lead to a situation like last time. bringing narcan just in case but people for the love of god don't accept weird drugs from people at the club

[cherrywineisawaltz]

I hope that little freak Adrian chase fucks me soon. Missing him rn. It’s not his fault he accidentally roofied me.

[lemon-frog-tog]

lmao fuck i told the org if anyone tried to roofie me at the bar tonight i would bring them home to the pit but i only said that cause i didn’t think anyone would actually try to do that in buttfuck illinois 😭

anyway um. his name is josiah - he’s the one with the comb-over and the broken kneecap. you guys have my full permission to torment this one actually that’s just fine with me <3

[suncaptor]

If you want somebody to love you for you, maybe don't drug them

[model--behavior]

a fist is just four fingers and a thumb

closed for @boxingtony​

Ever since that photography session where he had been roofied, Hudson had been angry. So angry that he found himself clenching his fists tighter and tighter when he thought about it. If Markus hadn’t been there, there was no telling what could have happened. Hudson wanted to learn to fight. Or maybe he just wanted to punch something until the hurt went away. Either way, he had copped himself a Groupon and he was ready to learn how to box. Hudson made his way into the gym, dressed surprisingly modestly, at least, for him. “Hey, I’m Hudson. Your four o’clock,” he said with a small, forced smile. 

[mytearsrricochet]

hi I know I already posted something about this but I wanted to talk about this for a second.

This past weekend, I’m fairly sure I was drugged at a frat party. Unfortunately I have been roofied before about 2 years ago so I know what things to look for and I was likely drugged somehow. I ended up in the hospital alone with a massive gash under my eye and a cut and bruised lip and cheek, as you can see.

I begged the doctors and nurses to run a tox screen on me so I could prove I was drugged, but they refused. The only person who believed me was the social worker, who I had to speak to because they thought I had gotten into a drunken altercation with my boyfriend (I don’t have a boyfriend, but that’s the story they chose to believe). My guy friend was with me at the time, though he and our other friend had been drugged as well and both had passed out and one of our friends was vomiting blood for 13 hours. They knew I had a guy friend with me, and they immediately thought he was my boyfriend who had pushed me down. When I woke up, I told them he wasn’t my boyfriend, they didn’t believe me. I had to talk to social work and convince them to let him see me.

It was really fun and really cool! Ummm I’m posting this because I needed to vent and this was a terrible weekend. Please be careful when you go to parties, watch your drinks, and also advocate for yourself in hospitals and with medical professionals. I was extremely fucked up from the drugs so I wasn’t able to properly advocate for myself, but if you are able to, please do. It’s a cruel world out there. And there’s my face if you wanted to see. It still really hurts and my right eye is swollen. I still don’t fully know what happened to me, so please be careful, everyone. It was a terrifying experience and I hope none of you ever get drugged, wake up alone, and have almost no one believe you.

[model--behavior]

walking a tightrope

closed for @master-sergeant-carlisle​

Hudson was smart, but he didn’t always take the best precautions with himself. Noah’s photographs had proven successful. Hudson uploaded a few of them onto his ModelMayham account and suddenly he was being asked to model for actual money. Obnoxious pop music played out in the studio that was surprisingly hot compared to outside. Under the lights and the burning heat that the room seemed to be kept at, Hudson was feeling funny, faint. Somehow, he felt even worst after the drink that the photographer had given him. Standing in his tightie whities, Hudson watched the room getting blurry. Eyeing the man behind the camera as he came closer, suddenly the room went black and he had fallen back onto a Victorian couch.