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Marty liked music with balls, with soul — none of this bland, generic crap that played nonstop on the radio nowadays. It was the same day in, day out, inescapable no matter the scene he migrated to, or the party he ended up checking out with his friends. Personally, he’d always liked his rock and roll with a bit more edge.

❝What about you?❞ Marty questioned in an even pitch, adopting his usual, relaxed posture as he slouched forward. There was an unlit spliff held between his fingers. ❝I’m curious. What gets a guy like you going?❞

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❝Oh, wow.❞ Shaking his head, Marty blinked slowly and ran his tongue over his lips. A soft chuckle was not too far behind as his gaze quickly turned dubious and yet remained infinitely amused, a smile on his lips. ❝Is this the work of my secret secret stash? Because if so, I think I’m going to have to have a serious talk to my dealer.❞ 

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@butcherled

It was a whole new world through the windshield, a curtain of hazy smoke thick and curling all around Marty as he drove down the road. Grinning, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He had no limits to where he could go or what he could do. Nothing to hold him back from getting out of this town and taking to the highway, and before he knew it, gone a thousand miles away across the country. The possibilities were infinite, and he was made more aware with every hit from his bong he took. Sucking in another lungful, the earthiness swelled sweet and true inside his chest, the burn warm and slow.

Oh yeah, I’m feelin’ it, he thought, until a figure darted out in front of him, made androgynous and indecipherable from the shadows — and pale headlights washed over a silhouette which had Marty swerving to avoid contact. Cue a squeal of tires and a series of loud, shocked expletives as he skidded across the asphalt and into the other lane. Marty was only lucky that they were in the middle of bum-fucking-nowhere so that there was no sign of any other approaching vehicles within sight.

❝Ahh shit!❞

Door slammed open, he hurried out of his cruiser, a jumble of long, lanky limbs as he folded up his bong and left it atop of the car to jog towards the other. Concern wracked his features and glassy eyes. ❝Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt? I didn’t hit you, did I?❞

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@butcherled

❝Want one?❞ Marty asked in his usual friendly, tranquil sounding voice. He figured it was only the right thing to do given the circumstances. His latest selection of joints were all especially beautifully made, and it almost seemed a shame not to have someone to share the wealth with. So far everyone else had turned him down. A small smile tweaked his lips as he held out a pre-rolled spliff. ❝It’s on me.❞

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@acscended

He didn’t know what it was, but most guys had this self-conscious, awkward way of dancing. Marty noticed that whoever this guy was, he wasn’t exempt at all from that observation. If anything, he seemed to be worse off. He shook his head at the pitiful sight, holding up his joint and taking another puff. Usually, he wasn’t one to get involved, but this dude was in serious need of a wingman.

❝ — Hey man!❞ he asserted mildly, raising his voice a whole fraction, although his manner was affably open and friendly. ❝You’re shaking it all wrong!❞

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Permanent Starter Call

Please like this post if you are more than up for me randomly bombarding you with plot ideas — from pretty simple and basic ones to in depth and extremely, inevitably FEELSY ones — as well as shooting you a starter your way! I get spontaneous bursts of inspiration sometimes, which can come on strong, and I would appreciate knowing for sure basically who doesn’t mind me busting down your inbox, messaging you on im or tagging you in things. Liking this post also gives me permission to spam send you all the memes!<33

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whedon meme :: Marty Mikalski ⇉  characters [7 of 8]

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Blanket forts are the bomb.

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@magichotline

will you still love me when im no longer young and beautiful wifey

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cabin in the woods: marty mikalski ‘pop tarts? did you say you have pop tarts?’

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❝Potent? Potent, you say? That wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that I like to smoke, now, would it?❞

* @reeferwomb liked this for a starter!!

❛            don’t you smell potent. ❜

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The fourth gif/icon in you folder is your muse’s reaction to being told they’re in grave danger