#blazzing

[weeblmaodotcom]

Watching "Blazzing Saddles" A Couple Of Nights Ago, Knew I'd Seen This Before... , Meme by Weeblmao.com

[koichi-nomura]

Hc Thunder Blazz just tastes like Baja Blast

[necrooghost]

Gummy zombie♡♡♡

[vancedis]

🔥𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 ᵇˡᵃᶻᶻ 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄🔥

[suddendethh]

ughhghh i guess i will post art on the homestuck art blog i made specifically to post homestuck art. oc blast

[youngmekka]

CALABRASS! GIVE ME THE EYE OF SPRYKE!

(All feedback is very much appreciated and welcome)

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @thealmightyemprex @minimumheadroom

[sylpeeps-time-drtc]

Thunder Blazz⚡⚡💧

Thunder Blazz is a very refreshing and popular drink that is marketed in the galaxy where Wander's adventures take place. We know well that it was the first option that Sylvia requested to cool off in "The Nice Guy" and Peepers was also seen using a bottle of Thunder Blazz to celebrate Captain Tim's escape in "The Search for Captain Tim".

Here the moments:

Sylvia cooling off with Thunder Blazz in "The Nice Guy"

Peepers celebrating with Thunder Blazz in "The Search for Captain Tim"

The Thunder Blazz bottle that Sylvia is holding is transparent showing the color of the drink which is an electric light blue (or turquoise), I think that it is the typical presentation of the drink.

And the color of the Peepers bottle is dark, possibly some new presentation but the color of the drink remains the same electric light blue color (or turquoise).

I couldn't say that it's their favorite drink, at least not because of Peepers, but the fact that Sylvia and Peepers have been seen with a bottle of Thunder Blazz in hand cannot be denied 🤩

[thefaultinourchickennuggets]

somethings wrong with me, I keep inventing dead goblins

[blazziest]

painting study and self-indulgent whisperstone fanart (no i am not gonna tag it because its so far removed from their actual designs LOL) inspired by The Progress of Love: The Lover Crowned by Fragonard

[micha-lapin]

this edible ain't s

[randyreyes21]

Blazz Music Ft. Natan & Shander, Hache – Te Tuve

Blazz Music Ft. Natan & Shander, Hache – Te Tuve

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@themousefromfantasyland @thealmightyemprex @piterelizabethdevries

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[mickedy]

i think wander smokes weed and i think sylvia does not because she is 100,0000,0000 anxiety disorders packed into a single woman. and the one time when she accidentally drank one of wanders thc sodas thinking it was regular thunder blazz she started panicking and went to wander like "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WEED SODA WHY DO YOU HAVE WEED IN YOUR HAT DO YOU SMOKE" and he just kind of gave her a blank "do you really need to ask me that" look

[fictionalfoodpolls]

[janetwritesss]

it’s you and me against the world — charles leclerc

genre : slight angst

warning : mention of drinking, toxic “relationship”

in which : no matter how far you tried to avoid each other, you would always find yourselves in the same messy situation.

Music blazzing. Lights flickering. Room crowded. It was the third night that week you found yourself at the club, sitting in the bar and buying drinks until you couldn’t remember your name.

Your mind was dizzy from the amount of alcohol you’d drink into your system. You wouldn’t say that you were drunk, but you weren’t exactly sober either. You could barely remember how you got there but you were still aware on what was going on around you — you were aware on how his lips hadn’t leave yours for the past few minutes.

The grip on your waist held you strong against the wall. Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to you. Your lips moved in sync as you blended with the dim hallway, not caring if anyone found you in the desolated area — although the chance might be small.

“Charles.” You murmured whilst pulling away gently. A soft groan left his lips at your action. His lips tried to catch yours, but you were quick to stop him by placing your hand on his chest. “It’s late. I should probably get going.”

“Stay.” His fingers dipped into your waist to stop you from moving — causing a hiss past your gritted teeth. “Just a little longer.”

“You’ve said that twice.” You pushed him away gently. The grip on your waist was soon gone and his arms fell to his side.

“Yes.” His lips formed into a thin line. There was a long pause. His eyes were filled with hope and you knew he was being genuine. “But do you want to?”

“We should.” You answered too fast, faster than you expected.

“Should we?”

“Charles.” A sigh escaped you. Your eyes shifted down towards the ground. “It happened once and we both know how messy it turned out to be.”

“This time will be different.” He took a step closer. Your faces were inches apart, you could feel his hot breath fanning over your future. “I promise.”

Right before you drowned yourself in his piercing blue orbs, you shook your head to broke the eye contact. “You don’t know that.”

His eyebrows furrowed. His eyes trying to find yours. “Don’t know what?”

You shook your head vigorously. “This isn’t about what happened, this is about us—“ You gestured back and forth between you and Charles. “—we can’t be together in any situation possible.”

“And yet here we are.” He let out a scoff in disbelief.

“Here we are.” You muttered under your breath.

“You’re not wrong. We’re a mess.” Charles finally admitted. His words catching your attention, but you saw something else in his eyes — something that triggered your curiosity on what he was going to say next. “But who said that we shouldn’t be together?”

“Charles.” You gasped at the sudden contact of his cold palm against the side of your neck. His thumb rubbed your cheek gently.

“If we shouldn’t be together then why do we always end up in the same situation?” His thumb pressed on your lips softly. “We both know you want this as much as I do.”

You bit your bottom lip before moving your head away to release yourself from his grip. His palm found its place back on your waist and the other against the wall beside your face.

“I’m yours.” He murmured before leaning in. He stopped his movement once his lips was inches apart from yours.

Your hands fisted the edge of your dress tightly, debating whether you should press your lips to his or push him away. Either way you would always find yourself all over him sooner or later — he was right and you hated it.

“I was never yours to keep.” The words leaving your mouth sounded like venom in his ears. He was taken back by your respond and stayed frozen in his spot, trying to process what you just said. “However, you’re not wrong.”

With that you pulled him by the collar until his lips crashed with yours. His mind didn’t have time to process, but as soon as he tasted the mint flavour on your tongue, everything else didn’t matter.