#cw:smoking

[devotedsims]

don’t smoke kids, unless it’s the apocalypse… then i guess do whatever

[splatcurioshop]

Weird dad move, kinda leaving your kid to ruin the store on it's own...

"Although Cool Older Brother doesn't sound too bad...."

[darkflowersblooming]

should be back to your regularly scheduled aesthetic posts now, my muse has dried up and i need a cigarette

[sensitivehandsomeactionman]

[mai-col]

I’m discovering Procreate, yayyyy. Here, have a Jack.

Also, Molly-l’Iris updates tomorrow morning (...later this morning ?). It’s HERE.

[sapphic-joan]

Title: Scenes of Me and You

Summary: Stolas has the ability to project his fantasies and dreams onto other people.

Blitzo experiences this firsthand.

Rating: T

Preview:

He sees Stolas laughing, kneeling on a patch of dirt, wearing light spring clothes, a flush on his cheeks.

He also sees…himself. On the ground with him, digging in the soil with his hands, talking to Stolas, smiling. Together they plant a seed. In an instant, the seasons change, and a tall stunning plant lies deep within the patch.

Stolas and he stands before it with twin expressions of awe.

They turn their heads to look at each other and smile brightly.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39038220

[lunabelldraws]

POV: You just used a pick up line on the mean looking ace 

[ohuhra]

Perhaps he was walking through campus in near-freezing temperatures wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxer-shorts, a can-do smile and a lit cigarette peeking from between his teeth, but stranger things had happened in the word, and he shant be judged for his slight indiscretions. Especially ones that had gotten him laid. Thankfully, late at night as it was, there were as many people around the grounds as there were parents that cared for him on the earth; that is, few-to-none.

Minutes into his journey, with his smoke nearing the end of it’s life, Finn took the stairs two at a time to approach the only door he knew to be unlocked, onto to find the entrance covered by the form of another person. He released a sigh in the form of smoke matched with cold air and shook his head. “Might stepping asid there, Lad? I’m about thirty seconds from losing my unmentionables.” He paused, then smiled, tapping the smoke to release ash.

“Unless you’re too busy catching a peek. In which case, y’can do it further inside. Where I’m now dying a death of cold.”

[pellelavellan-a]

Wake and Bake?

I started with something shippy and this came out instead which is still kinda shippy if you know the context but *loud shrugging*

[canon-anon-roomba]

🍓 What is something you and the mun disagree on? 

I had to think long and hard on this one, but I guess it could boil down to how to have a good time? I mean healthwise I'd disagree with smoking and such.. I can't think of anything off the top of my head right now..

I think a good time at a party is to have good booze and have a good time with other people!

Ye, I'll stick to soft drinks...

[luizpsc]

Half of a Milf, Reblog

[iluart1]

old analogue tech will always look cool not gonna ngl

[theletterwsartflap]

Cuphead commission for @badcupgoodcup!

[everystepitake-blog1]

Up In Smoke || Sebastian & Toy

@runningonjavascript

Toy hated bars. He hated the constant whispers among the deafening noise, the smell of alcohol, perfume and cigarettes. One whiff of any would remind him of his haunting past. A time best forgotten for him.

Then why oh why does he find himself smoking. The stick between his fingers burning ever so slowly as he breathes out, the smell enveloping him. He resists the urge to shudder as he takes another breath. He leans on the wall at the back of Minute Mart, his face looking very troubled and he has a good reason to be.

Just this morning an anonymous letter arrived for him, and it had a picture of him and his ex. And...That was all. No return address or anything. It was an obvious stolen shot from one of their dates, meaning someone was spying on them. He worries that his aunt might’ve found him again. That woman does not know when to give up, even after several years of his escape.

“...Damn!” He says under his breath as he scratched his head. Not realizing someone was with him already.

“...Oh.Hi...”

[lunabelldraws]

lil doodle dump of my boys Leo and Skunk

[whats-cirava-smoking-today]

What’s cirava smoking today?

A callout post