#anyway nightmare blunt rotation?

[qeyond]

anyway im spraying them all with raid and the only ones that survive are B and Naomi cuz they're like roaches

I was gonna say Matt too cuz of his goggles but mans got smokers lung so he really cant hold his breath for that long

[leather-field]

Town-on-gorkhon’s most tortured artists

[codgod]

three weed smoking boyfriends

and yes, they smoke weed

woaw bonus closeup for people that click on readmores

[plantwriting]

Rolan didn’t realize he loved the other two until it was too late. Until it had been years since they’d spoken, even longer since they’d seen each other. And when he realized, he didn’t know what to do. How to deal with the fact that he loved two people he could barely even say he knew anymore. He didn’t understand how he could love concepts, memories filled with laughter and affection and the always somewhat present smell of smoke.

But he did. He loved them. Felt his heart skip a beat when a girlfriend’s dyed blonde hair momentarily made him mistake her for Kian. His body warmed up when she spoke of a fantasy story she’d read, explaining all the little details that Rolan would remember for the rest of his life in the same exact way that Rand would. When he heard a song on the radio, and his first thought was still “Kian would like this”. When the smell of smoke and alcohol and weed that always clung to Rand’s attic bedroom never quite left him.

Kian knew he loved the other too far too early, before anything could be done about it. When their biggest worries were still exams rather than missing sisters or corpses that nobody else could see. And he hated himself for it, hated how quickly and easily his love turned from something acceptable into something they’d hate him for. Hated how no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get rid of the love he felt for them, how each time he hugged or just sat near them it would feel forbidden, like a secret they all had to keep but only he knew about.

But he couldn’t stop the way he felt. How his heart hammered in his chest when Rand rested his head on his shoulder because it was still normal to him. How his body burned when Rolan helped him bleach his hair during the early hours of the morning, talking about everything and anything to pass the time while they waited. How he mourned the friendship he still had with Rand, now tainted with lies because that was the only way Rand could still care for him. How he still felt such a desperate need and pain when yet another call to Rolan went unanswered, his words and pleas falling to nothing as he knew the other would never hear them anyways.

Rand only understood that he loved them when they were gone. He realized with fear and pain and yerning that the betrayal and loneliness he felt when they left wasn’t born just from his best friends leaving him behind. And he didn’t know how to feel, how to deal with it. Just like he didn’t years later, when he was left behind again, both of them gone somewhere he couldn’t bring himself to follow, only remembering how he felt when Rolan Deep and Kian Stone were both nothing but memories a few people held and empty graves he left flowers to.

He loved them for the rest of his life. His heart still skipped a beat whenever he passed by Rolan’s home, like he was still expecting the other to sneak out of the back door and join him in whatever he was doing. His body always felt cold and hollow, like something was missing, whenever someone touched him with the same care and gentleness that Kian always had. He locked up in terror whenever he heard the clicking and buzzing of ordinary bugs that had seemingly overtaken Galloway since the hive died. He screamed when the phantom flesh and blood that forever coated his barely living body wrapped around him tighter in a mockery of an embrace.

Rand loved the other two for the rest of his life. And he hated it more than anything.

[mintflavoredfemurs]

These are in chronological order left to right from when they started (2021, 2022, 2024).

Oh Yeah, guess who started watching House M.D. (I say started as if I'm not 2 seasons in)

[priestfrommidnightmass]

the gay freak tom trifecta

[amongthereeds]

[rubysparx]

Concept I thought abt a lot until I finally snapped and drew it. Ask me abt this I have thoughts I just can't put it into words rn lol (do not repost etc! click for quality, bonus under the cut)

[ustalav]

15 Lines of Dialogue

tagged by @shivunin thank you!!

Rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I've done one for Gideon, I think I'm going to do 5 lines from 3 ocs

Valztefein Rilynval

"Unhand me, foul creature."

“Never let it be said I am not merciful. The lad will live to fight another day.”

“Good. I can work with fear."

"You look so much better on your knees."

"You don't want to be treated like a pet? Then quit acting like one."

Grant Hawke

“Hard enough to cast while other people are trying to stab me, can’t imagine adding in stabbing myself.”

“I’m not breathing down your neck.” He says defensively, although he knows that's exactly what he's doing.

"Choose your words carefully. Say what you will about my methods of keeping us safe but never imply I would live to see you made Tranquil."

"If I buy you a drink, will you stop trying to set me up?"

"Dear merciful fucking Andraste, get these off."

Cyril Lodovka

"Besides, my court is not nearly as intolerable as you make it out to be, you would know that if only you would come and see it."

“It would take much to shock me.”

“The elven blood served here is suitable, as suitable as anything not directly from the source can be. Although, if it is to be a lavish affair, I’ve always been partial to Aasimar.”

"Stay as you are, my love. Let me take care of you."

"Can't take your medicine without a bit of sugar?"

no pressure tagging @foxboyclit @space-writes @sinquisition

[cogbreath]

i recently became aware of the way my alters tend to exist in like, groups/clusters if u will...

[wintersangels69]

The four (five) horsemen of the cptsd apocalypse

[nessguts]

wyd if the prince of all saiyans hands u the blunt

[orbiting-star]

ayo what-

[freetheworms]

POV you're about to become the munchies

[plantwriting]

I am extremely normal about just roll with it blood in the bayou and don’t think about kian stone, timothy rand, and rolan deep kissing each other on the lips on a daily basis

[mortimer]

Mortimer would you like to join my terrible hypothetical blunt rotation? it has Michael stipe and Frank iero and the reanimated corpse of Ronald Reagan

eh i dont know that i want to hang out with any of these people but ive been known to do worse things for free weed