#dabbin

[weedstop]

shatter

[rollinsland]

[lastmurianwarrior]

((If I don't post the Star Force sprites I playfully hashed together at 2am what am I even doing. (Sprite sheets found at: X)

[princess-viola]

This girl can DAB

[finalgirlbee]

i wish they would invent a blunt that didnt taste like bitter asshole

[sspacegodd]

Mister Rogers shared his white privilige with everyone.

[feinv]

John Wick x fem!reader pleaseeee 🥺 angst angst angst

turned out longer than planned. hope u like it bby <3

john wick x female!reader. fluff. angst. mentions of wounds. reader can’t stand up for herself bear with her.

he has been taking more jobs lately, more often than not getting out of bed at an early hour when the sun was just peeking over the horizon, and coming back well past midnight, leaving you all by yourself in the walls of your big mansion.

you were on the couch, legs crossed as you watched him put on his bulletproof vest before packing his body with guns, rifles, and knives. you could already feel the tears threatening to burst, but decided to speak up anyway. “could you stay?”

his head snapped towards you, stopping in his actions, “what?”

“n-not right now i mean…in general. could you stay home more? you are always away…” you explained, fighting everything in you not sound like a fool, whispering the last part more to yourself than him.

his eyes went back to his firearms as he continued getting ready, “you knew what my job was when we started dating. don't act like i blindsided you,” sounding like a harsh statement.

oh. you were taken aback by his serious tone, unsure how to react since he never talked to you like that before. but again, you didn’t really engage in an actual conversation with him this past month, so it was hard to say if he was acting unlike him or exactly like him.

“why are you complaining now?” you flinched at his harsh tone, snapping out of your thoughts, "my work takes up a lot of my time, and you were aware of that,” circling around to get his full magazines, “I can't just drop everything for you,” annoyance dripping from his voice.

your eyes were following his movements, immediately focusing at something else when he looked back at your figure. “i know that. but that doesn’t mean i can’t want more time with you. is that too much to ask for?” you anxiously fidgeted with your fingers, silent tears now streaming down your face.

john felt a tingle of empathy for you, but his anger and defensiveness got the best of him, and he retorted, “don’t guilt trip me for doing my job.”

“can you just…take one or two a week?” your face etched with pain and frustration, voice cracking as that lump in your throat just won’t let go.

“my reputation is on the line here. taking days off isn't practical," he dismissed you, closing the locks of his artillery filled case.

“please, john. just hear me ou-”

“no,” he cut you off spitefully, heading towards the door and muttering “don’t stay up for me,” before slamming it shut, unbearable solitude enveloping you once again.

3:17 am

naturally you would’ve been asleep by now, but you couldn’t stop wetting the pillows after your fight, turning and tossing around in the bed, trying to doze off, but nothing could help.

you heard the tires of his mustang drift against the gravelly porch of your house, followed by the sound of the front door opening, then closing.

you could hear him pouring himself a glass of bourbon and crashing down on a couch with a heavy sigh. having memorized all his routines, you knew he wasn’t the one to drink after job unless he needed a painkiller. and despite him shattering your heart today, it still ached with worry. you got out of the covers and took the first aid kit from the bathroom before slowly making your way to the living area.

you stood there, like an awkward child, contemplating if you should just drop it and leave him like he left you, or following your heart. you settled on the latter. he heard your footsteps before your form came into his vision, craning his neck to acknowledge your presence, dark eyes scanning your body as you approached him, straddling his lap and opening up the kit.

his face was littered with wounds, some not too serious, others cut quite deeply, his once slicked backed hair disheveled with a few strands covered in dried blood.

with a trembling sigh leaving your chest, you started working on cleaning his face, dabbing it gently with alcohol dipped cotton ball.

“told you not to stay up,” he murmured before eliciting a wince at one of the deep cuts. your cheeks were wet again, and you didn’t even know why were you crying anymore. because he was hurting? because he hurt you?

it didn’t matter as his thumb wiped at your soft skin, his deep voice whispering in the dark, “i’m sorry.”

you stayed silent the entire time, refusing to squeal a sound at the fear of making a total clown out of yourself.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’m an idiot,” he continued, his other hand gently caressing your thigh, “don’t cry because of me,” which made you break down completely, stopping your actions and burying your face in his chest.

he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as you weeped, rubbing your back in soothing circles. “i’ll do as you wish. i promise,” he stated in your ear, whispering i love you as you cried yourself to sleep in his strong embrace.

[shelovesplants]

Dabbin away you're life😍🍯💨

[straightedgestoner420]

Dabbin some Lemon Skunk live rosin this weekend.

[weedstop]

[oliwas]

anon its gonna become steril i will rip any type of balls they have

DUDE'S GINNA BE CRYING LIKE A BABY

that guy really such a whinny baby ass cant even mind his own business smh

see them soon enough ranting and doing a fissy fit about how someone has personality and its cool af smh smh

so you are a girl

[a-mayan-joy-has-nuts]

Tagged by @dokurtybitz2 for some tokes. He be dabbin. I’m more whatever’s clever

🤪🎄🔥💨 thanks for not giving up on me🥹🤪 I know caught cold cuz weed wasn’t protecting meh😭🌳 was 20+ days wit out muh love🥹🌳🔥💨🤤

Pre werk out mint cuz GNX gon be bumpin my headphones 🔊🔊🔊

[leadshootingcupid]

*runs into view*

*dabs*

*runs away*

Yer dabbin'... what?

[autisticangus]

looking at that dabbin pic makes me really wish i could find the pics from TAZ live in nashville in 2017 cuz the photoshoot before the show was CRAZY we had like at least 100 people on a huge staircase all dabbing and i still vividly remember being in Angus cosplay and stressing abt how to dab right and a Magnus cosplayer behind me leaned over like "hey ango! do it like this!" and showed me how to dab correctly like... shoutout to that guy wherever they are now 🫡

[lebuc]

music & metaphysics ( ala Lester Young )

* ...hoping for a jam session with the Ultimate band leader 

who's not gonna play the ax for you, or help you hit those solo notes;

just making sure there's space for your riffing & flows

...digging it when you find your way through

but should you start blowing sour notes, one who'll call you out, man  with the love & respect due a true player.

& that's where the metaphor hits the breaks, dig?

cause a true cat won't let a young'un step on somebody else's toes - noway, no how -

what with the pain & suffering through so many bad gigs worldwide,

cats getting dropped & otherwise fallin off, i don't really know what to tell you.

so the question du jour:

whether there's a truly righteous force up there looking out for us, like a cat that's got your back when you're in a tight spot - or not.

groovin thru this crazy world, dippin & dabbin like Coltrane riffs, it'd be nice to know there's something keepin us on the one;

cause if not, it can all turn into chaos & dissonance just like that, man

& pros will tell you

that's no way to make great music  - like we aim to. * 5/23 - lebuc - music & metaphysics ( ala Lester Young * )

* look him up...

[honeybee-herb]

Good morning! You dabbin!?