Alcohlism - Blog Posts

Oops I just binged 4 books in a week, guess I'm in a new fandom now.

049- (holding a coffee cut that says 'Definitely not wine')

035- Is that wine?

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035- Doc-

106- i found this new game whenever you're sad just take a drink

049- (from the other room) thats called alcoholism

The Clink

It all started with a clink,

It was my 21st birthday and shot glasses clinked,

But before then I have always heard a clink,

I was 3 years old and my dad came stumbling in the door,

I had no idea what my parents were fighting for,

I heard my parents divorce was on the brink,

But I was only a toddler what was I suppose to think,

I could never understand,

But my mom and dad held my hand,

My dad came home from having a drink,

But after he passed out on the floor I heard the table clink,

I walked in the dining room door,

But found that he was passed out on the floor,

I looked at the table and saw a can,

And I put the drink in my hand,

I took a sip and it was gross,

It was only then I realized that I missed my dad the most,

I thought it was sprite,

But something just didn't taste right,

It was beer,

But I was to young to know what was clear,

It was all a clink... it was all a clink,

When I found out that you died,

All I could do is cry,

It wasn't out of anger or that things got bad.

It was that I would no longer have my dad.

Never thought I could be so sad.

Or change so much,

But it was with you that I am now out of touch.

I'm now 22 years old and all I hear is a clink,

I clean my cup in the sink that reminds me of my thoughts from last night,

But something didn't feel right,

You weren't there fixing my hair for school,

You weren't there telling me the ultimate life rule.

You died and something in me went with it,

I wish that something could fit,

But I can no longer look forward to seeing you on the street,

Or randomly see you in the local walmart where we would meet,

What could have been so bad?

That you could not reach out to anyone my lovely Dad,

What took over all of your thoughts and pain,

What drove you away from all the things that made you sane.

There's so much I want to tell you and all of the things to know that you would think,

But all I need is to start with the clink.

The clink, the clink again, we need a clink to know where your thoughts began,

What hurt you so bad, I need to know dad,

Those beautiful hazel eyes and their silent cries,

I miss laying with you and how much you showed your love in our hellos and goodbyes.

A little fun fact about me is that back when I was a cringy ah 12yo I’d sometimes add really random tags that had absolutely no relation to the subject matter of my main post. Just for the shits and giggles.

And to annoy people and for attention ofc (can you tell I’m unemployed yet?)

Let’s see how many we can fit with this one (this is the only one I promise lol)

If drinking alone is bad then why does it make me feel better?!?

Bulletti al mare

Estoy perdiendo el tiempo... Yo te quiero para toda una vida y tú para un momento.

As much as realistically don’t see Percy doing drugs or drinking, it will be unfortunately something I’m probably going to incorporate into my fics because the idea and angst of it is too hard to resist.

I’d say it starts when finally his brain starts to process his trauma, and I mean like all of it. It doesn’t start on purpose, maybe he stumbles across it on accident. But then he gets his first few tastes and there’s no turning back.

Naturally he’d hate it, he’d hate his reliance on alcohol and drugs (I dont see Percy ever drinking Beer because of Gabe, when he drinks, he drinks to forget.) and he’d probably start isolating himself and ignoring people simply because he’s scared. He doesn’t know what type of drunk he is and he doesn’t want to find out.

Eventually it sort of spirals from a way of coping to a form of self harm in a way. Because his body forces himself to remember regardless.

And eventually he’d get sober, he’d never touch alcohol again. Because at the end of the day, Percy is supposed to be the one who breaks the cycle. I personally HC Percy as a very intense stress smoker (cigarettes) so I don’t think that habit would go away.

But just the idea of it really gets me lol and I’m surprised I don’t see more of it (probably because this type of thing is typically given to Jason Grace)

The fact that every morning after a hangover he may look in the mirror and see Gabe staring back.

Maybe he’d start smoking the same brand of cigs that Gabe did.

Maybe someone tried to help him and he just got really aggressive and angry.

Plus people who are abused as a child are more likely to engage in alcohol and drugs.

Also let’s not even get started into canon Percy, with not only the drinking but the drug side? Taking drugs in order to get some sort of high because his body craves an adrenaline rush and sparring with campers and killing monsters isn’t enough anymore. Hes become so addicted to the rush of adrenaline he can’t live without it? Idk man.

Anyway I guess that’s sort of an explanation? Or something as to why Percy will commonly be doing things like that and why it may seem so ooc and why I say “fuck it” and do it anyways.

Of course I have other characters who have bad coping mechanisms that may or may not be in most of my stuff. Like Annabeth who I’m sort of giving compulsive helping and Jason with his hero complex lol.

Anyways… thank you for coming to my TedTalk lmao.

The children yearn for alcoholics mixtapes

drank?

yez

I'm a melancholic alcoholic

With a tendency for feeling nauseous

Too much love, too much drink

Provides a space for me to think

But my thoughts flee my mind

As quick as they had come

And I am left alone

With my heart feeling numb