#fellow stoner boy

[titaswrld]

gryffindor characters modern! AU

according to me….

description: silly modern! AU head canons of the main gryffindor characters :)

pairing: harry, ron, fred, george, ginny and hermione x reader

contains: mentions of substances, alcohol and weed. mentions sexual acts (i think…)

|an: bored and decided i’d made something a little silly. literally just my thoughts lolll don’t take this too seriously

modern AU! harry potter who…

— definitely has a flip phone and refuses to be on any form of social media bc he thinks it’s awful for you

— i think being around his friends who do have social media would give him the spiel on most things tho

— oh he loveeesss house of dragon omg

— only listens to 70s 80s 90s music and some jazz tbh

— i feel like he’s just very old fashioned and he’s happy that way

— such a loving and caring bf since he’s hardly ever even touched the internet he’s pure lol

— def a lil goofball he’d say a little slang term the twins taught him and repeat it back to you…”harry who taught you that…”

— don’t ask him to do no substances i think he’d be kinda against them..not a smoker…occasional drinker.

modern AU! ron weasley who…

— is a stoner! thru and thru. i think he’s a bong rip typa fellow but a blunt or a joint would do it too. doesn’t strike me as a cart of eddie guy.

— big female rap supporter imo…def into latto and maybe dabbles into some meg that’s his girlll lol

— definitely a twea/seltzer guy oml cannot take shots is my hc

— heavy on the lowk himbo boyfriend

— not stupid at all but not super street smart i fear, more of a book smart type of guy.

— super cute and adorable bf overall, he’s a big boy. for sure.

—armmmmssss…. gymrat imo he loves to blow off steam at the gym

—i feel like isn’t a social media person as well…has an insta but doesn’t post on it nor have a lot of followers..no tiktok maybe twitter

—luv him but he was def on drakes side of the beef…definitely a champagne papi

—kinda a video game nerd imo but he’s definitely into the sports ones like FIFA

— buys you n him the crumbl cookie lineup every week and you review them tg in the car pretending to be those tiktok crumbl reviewers😭🫶 (he’s so cute)

modern AU! hermione granger who…

— is 100% on booktok

— do not ask her about the summer i turned pretty or bridgerton unless you wanna listen to her talk for hours.

— don’t play with her and noah kahan…

—or taylor swift

— or chappell roan..

—she’ll have a cute little mixed drink or perhaps a seltzer but do not give this girl no shots she don’t want none!

— her and colleen hoover….

— brings her digital camera everywhere and is most def the camera girl friend….”hermione pls send me the pics from last night”

modern AU! ginny weasley who...

— does not play about female wnba players at all.

— don’t even mention paige bueckers…that’s her girl.

— is a party animal just like her brother.

— loves her chappell roan too.

— always on social media u cannot get this girl off her phone. she’s like an ipad kid u couldn’t rip it out of her cold head hands.

— such a good girlfriend, definitely so protective over her s/o, especially on social media.

— “ginny why’d you respond to every comment under my post complimenting me with ‘& she/he mine..so’…”

modern AU! fred weasley who…

— definitely asks u “english or spanish?”

—definitely goes to too many parties…like at a function every weekend he loves the party scene.

—treats his girl RIGHTT i would compare the relationship to don toliver and kali uchis, flowers all the time, handsy. posting/supporting his girl allll the time

—“i❤️mygf” typa fellow, all his posts on socials are her! all his stories, his highlights and his posts.

— also a weed demon, doesn’t strike me as a beer or seltzer guy but ooooo that liqah….

— dress to impress demon. his gf definitely got him to play it and he got hooked and now he’s a fashion maven.

modern AU! george weasley who…

— is every girls dream man…im talking flowers, boo baskets, burr baskets, easter baskets, omg you say the word and he’s massaging your feet and feeding you grapes.

— always posting his girl just like his brother she’s on his absolutely everything and he has a highlight for her.

— type of guy to post those tiktoks of his girl on his account appreciating her all the time and the comments are like “omg on his account too!” and it’s so cute and adorable.

—isn’t much of a party guy like his brother…will go to a few but i feel like it’s not his thing at all and he’d rather be hanging out with friends instead of at a big function with strangers.

—literally the ken to your barbie and yes he took you to see the movie and yes he got into costume with you. and he did it happily.

— always hanging out with his girlfriend and wouldn’t want it any other way.

[littlemisskookie]

Crocodile Tears: Intro

Crocodile Tears: Index Ship: Stoner!Reader | Stoner!BTS Description: You accidentally eat brownies with aphrodisiacs in them. Even worse one of your asshole friends catch you reading smut to cope, and decides to airdrop your collection of your dirtiest fantasies to the rest of the house. Just your luck. Warnings: Dub-Con, Degradation, Humiliation, Dom!BTS, Sub!Reader, Weed (sorry it’s what helps get me in the mood to write these), Dirty Talk, Kink Shaming?, mentions of the reader being into kind of dark/taboo kinks, Jimin is incredibly mean for no reason, Reader is ridiculously horny and is good at weed Word Count: 2,397 A/N: This has now been edited and finalized which means I can get started on the first segment!

You coughed, smoke erupting from between your lips. You feel Jungkook's large hand offering a comforting (arousing) pat on your back, rubbing gently to comfort you out of your coughing fit.  Damn, why'd you have to get horny when you were smoking weed? It didn't help that you were surrounded by perhaps the hottest guys on campus. Who would've thought that befriending fellow stoner, Hoseok, over a blunt in a party would lead to introducing you to his other stoner friends? Before you knew it, you guys would hang out regularly, bonding over a bong.

Today wasn't supposed to be any different from those days. You had smoked with these seven plenty of times before. Most of the time it was in Yoongi's studio apartment, practically hot boxing the small space. 

Today though you guys were lucky.  Namjoon's rich parents were going to be gone on a cruise for two weeks. You guys could smoke carefree in a nice ass mansion and not have to worry about the smell, as Namjoon assured you the maids would take care of it. (They much preferred Namjoon to his parents despite the weed smell assistances, probably because he's so charming. You didn't blame them. Namjoon had that old money charm, the type that would make you not hesitate to do whatever he asked.)

You guys brought bongs, edible gummies, baked goods, weed, pipes, snacks, water bottles, pens and carts- anything a proper stoner hangout would need.

Part of the reason the guys adored you so much was because you had the highest tolerance of any girl they ever met, which was very contradictory to first glance. You could outsmoke any man you met, and could brag you had never greened out despite the amount of weed you'd smoke once challenged. You could simply keep going, you were a beast, this was your talent. You were proud to say you had outsmoked each and every man in this room, earning their respect and the privilege of joining their smoking group. You weren't going to argue. You've never gotten so much free weed and attention from hot guys in your life.  You were used to the attention it would bring you now for the most part. Cute girl who smokes weed? It's stoner boy kryptonite, basically your super power. 

Except against one. There was one guy that definitely wasn't the most respectful to you, treating you like he barely even liked you, but for some reason you didn't find yourself minding. You don't think you'd mind it from any of these guys, but as it was, your stoner powers gave you a leg up on these guys. Most of them wouldn't dare think about disrespecting a deity like you.

That didn't mean you didn't have your moments of coughing, though. Usually you were better and holding it down nowadays, but it was a bigger hit than you were anticipating. 

Jungkook pulled the bong back, face in front of yours to examine your expression. "You ok?" he asked. You look up at him, eyes locking. He's got that hooded eyes, hazy look in the eye that looked so similar to "fuck me" eyes. You didn't want to assume, though. Too many times guys told you it looked like you were giving them fuck me eyes when in reality out were simply stoned. 

"I'm good," you assured, trying not to think about how good his lip ring looked. Shit, you were probably staring at it right now. You quickly turn away, feeling flushed, reaching for the plate of brownies you had pulled from the kitchen. "God, I'm having insane cravings right now, though!"

"Wait, Y/N, where'd you get those brownies?" Jin inquired, squinting down at your plate. 

"In the kitchen. Namjoon said I could help myself to whatever food's there." You paused after scarfing down another bite. "Oh no, do these have more weed in them? I mean I think I'll be fine, but shit."

Jin's mouth dropped open. "Uh, no... not weed."

Your brows furrowed as you stared back at him. "What is it, then? Did you put fentanyl in brownies, Jin?!"

"God, no! Not fentanyl... aphrodisiacs," Jin sheepishly admitted.

"What the fuck, man, why'd you bring sex brownies to the party?" Yoongi laughed. "Trying to start an orgy or something?"

"No! Me and Y/N were just joking about it last time we hung out and were talking about those chocolates on tik tok that make you horny. She was like what if we all took one and saw what happened? I decided to make some myself and brought them. I didn't know Y/N was going to end up eating half of them herself!" Jin explained hurriedly, eyes glancing to you quickly for help. 

"So you were trying to start an orgy!" Yoongi accused. 

You bursted out laughing. "Well, that explains a lot. At least I can't overdose on aphrodisiacs. Teaches me not to let my munchies get the best of me." You turn to Jungkook, biting your lip at the sight of him. These sex brownies were really doing something to you. You're all giggly, though, from the weed. "Munch. Munchies. Do you think munches get munchies?"

"Y/N definitely seems high enough," Namjoon laughs. "Sorry you're just going to be stuck with the brownies... effects. You sure you'll be ok?"

You wave your hand dismissively. "I'll be fineeee. I'm basically horny most of the time anyways, this will be no different."

"TMI," Hoseok jokes, rolling his eyes.

You were fine.

For all of, like, ten minutes.

Once an hour had passed, you were practically wanting to jump out of your skin. You found your mind wandering off, you were biting your lips far more often than usual, your eyes weren't just blazed stupor, but full on fuck me eyes. You found yourself staring intently at your guy friends. Jimin's thick lips wrapping around a blunt, letting smoke pour out. The way he was staring back at you, almost suspicious. God, he'd probably be disgusted if we knew what sort of thoughts you were having about him. He always acted a bit disgusted by you. You eyes flitted away to his best friend next to him. Taehyung's hands gripping around the bong, elegant fingers wrapping around it, veins tracing along the middle. You wondered if he'd choke you if you asked. Wait stop. You try to keep your high mind from wandering off to dirty places and focus on what's in front of you. Jungkook's tattooed fingers as he rolled up a joint for you, doing so with such delicacy and precision. He was so careful, and was definitely the best at rolling. You sucked at it, and were grateful that Jungkook's attentive personality made him volunteer to be your personal roller. Without thinking, you bring your fingers up to your mouth, chewing on your thumbnail as you stare at Jungkook with a certain intensity.

It was Taehyung who spoke to you first.  "Y/N, you good? You looking kinda zoned out, there." 

You snapped out of it, hand flying away from your mouth. "Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking."

"Your joint's done," Jungkook said, tatted hand offering it up to you.

"Thank you, Kookie," you grin, tussling his hair in front of you. Fuck, you wanted to grip it while his head was between your legs. You reach back, clearing your throat. "It's kind of hot in here, actually. I think I'll go to the balcony."

You hope they don't read too much into your need of absence, but who were you kidding. You were obvious. 

You leaned against the railing of the balcony, enjoying the fresh air. You lit up the joint and inhale the smoke, opening your phone to distract yourself. With smut. Hey, horny brain has a one track mind? You pull up your fanfiction recommendation blog, mainly used to store your favorites and save for later, for times like these. You scroll past the stories, each depraved tag and recollection of the smut's materials not seeming like enough. 

You clicked on the third story, entrenched in the words as you try to imagine the scene before you. The weed made your mind hazy. You didn't know how much time you had spent out here reading porn. The joint was already halfway finished.

You didn’t even notice the balcony door being open and shut behind you, finding yourself too engrossed in the words on your screen. Perhaps if you were sober, you’d have felt his presence behind you, eyes peering over your shoulder.

"What's sex pollen?"

You practically jumped out of your skin, squealing at the feeling of hot air against your ear. You spun around, lower back soon pressed against the railing as your space was invaded, to see Jimin, his red tinged eyes meeting yours. The one man here not impressed with your surprisingly high tolerance. Maybe because he of all people knew about deceiving appearances. He leaned in closer, far closer to you than he had ever been in the time you’ve spent with him and his friends. His chest was a mere few inches in front of yours, hands clasped against the railing beside yours, trapping you. The aphrodisiacs weren’t helping you, and you were feeling a certain type of way about having a handsome man so close to you.

"Jimin! What're you doing here?" Your heart pounded erratically in your chest, the anxiety overwhelming you at being caught.

"You've been out here for a while, the guys were getting worried about you," Jimin explained. A devious smirk formed on his lips. "Guess I should explain to them you're fine, just out here basically reading porn."

"I-I'm not-"

"Oh? What's sex pollen, then?" Jimin grabbed your phone, your reflexes too slow to stop him. He wore a shit eating grin as he watched your eyes flit between your phone and his face, unable to even process the beginning of your defeat. You were completely defenseless and stunned, not sure how to understand how he had beaten you so swiftly, or why he was particularly smug about it. You don't think he's ever smiled at you before, whether out of kindness or humor. This smile lacked both. This was a grin of enjoyment at the sight of you fussing and at his mercy. "Explain, Y/N."

You gulped. "I-It's just this like… trope.”

“Trope?” His thumb slides up the screen, the sentences scrolling by. “Seems pretty scandalous compared to your typical romance tropes. I don’t think I’ve heard of this one, before.”

“It’s more of a fanfiction trope than an actual literature trope…” 

“Oh? How’s it work, then? What’s so appealing about it?” Jimin’s amused expression was in stark juxtaposition to your flushed, embarrassed one.

“U-Um… it’s w-when the person gets affected by this pollen or something in general that makes them all... needy. And they need someone to take care of it for them."

“Take care of it how?”

You huffed, irritated with his teasing. “What do you think? You already know. It’s called sex pollen for a reason, quit teasing me.”

"Oh?" Jimin quirked up a brow, obviously pleased with your embarrassment and stammering. His hand came up to your throat, and there was a hitch in your breath. "But it’s so fun.”

“No it’s n-not-“ It was hard to keep your sentences structured well as Jimin tilted your head back, hand sliding further up to your jaw, making you lean back. Adrenaline pumped through you has your anxieties increased, all to aware of you dangling halfway off the railing at this height. 

“This trope of yours sounds very familiar. Taking aphrodisiacs, familiar.” His chuckle was taunting in your ear, his soft breath noticeable in the night air. “Hoping for something to happen, Y/N?”

"No, I-"

"Did you do it on purpose, sweetheart? Wanted one of us to take care of you? Put you out of your mercy and fuck you cause you need it so badly?" 

You gasped at his words, his hand gripping  your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Your back was still arched against the railing, and both of your hands clasped around Jimin's arm for support, afraid of both falling back and falling into him. His muscles felt so firm underneath your fingertips , and you tried not to think about how much you had missed the feeling of digits on your throat. Jimin's eyes flit over to your screen, going back to scroll through the stories you saved. He could probably feel your heartbeat against his fingerprints quicken as he delved deeper into your trove of dark and twisted fantasies. "Fuck, this is some really nasty shit, Y/N. You're into some depraved shit. Alpha/Omega? CNC? Step-siblings? Always knew you were a pervert. Bet you've thought about us gang banging you before, huh?"

His canines gleam in the dim light, taunting you. Your wide eyes met his with terror, and you whimpered in his hold.

"Fuck, Jimin, please please please don't tell them-" you pleaded.

"But how can I keep this to myself?" In horror, you watched his devious fingers tap against your phone screen, airdropping your blog of fanfiction collections to the rest of the house. He let you go, allowing you to catch your breath as he backed away from you. Fishing out his own phone, he accepted the request. He waved your own screen in front of your face, taunting you with your own powerlessness. You grab it from him, staring in horror as you see that three people accepted the airdrop. Fuck. It wasn't like you could even pretend it wasn't you, your name was attatched. The worst part is you didn't even know who accepted it, the names only being "iPhone".

You stared up at Jimin in horror, only to see his sadistic grin as he scrolls through your personal porn stash. "Don't worry, I'll make all your dirty fantasies come true," Jimin chuckled. "I’ll be a bit busy for now, though. Have to catch up on some light reading. Besides,” he turned towards the door, looking back to you with devious excitement. “You’re a big girl, I’ll let you take care of this by yourself.”

He left you alone on that balcony, gawking and trembling, wondering just what would happen if you were to step back in that house.

[thediktatortot]

I love the idea of Eddie befriending Billy but it's not consensual at first. Let me explain.

Eddie hears Billy listening to metal and is like "Oh man we have something in common!" and tries to strike up a conversation with him. Well, Billy's a moody asshole and basically gives Eddie the stink eye or says some mean quip, but it's nothing Eddie hasn't heard before.

But Eddie is interested in Billy, and Eddie can see (whether he realizes it or not, b/c let's be honest, dudes a 20 year old stoner who flunked high school twice) that Billy is a fellow Troubled Youth and wants to make friends right?

So Eddie keeps coming around, keeps bothering Billy and over time Billy sort of comes to see Eddie as that like, annoying yapping dog that is kind of endearing and keeps him entertained to a degree so he stops being actually mean to Eddie and just starts picking on Eddie in a more friendly way.

Time moves on and Billy actually starts hanging out with Eddie after Eddie invites himself out with Billy or finds him hiding at the quarry. It just becomes a thing between them and Billy is able to just let Eddie talk without Billy always needing a response or input.

Then Eddie starts inviting Billy over to smoke and so Billy starts having somewhere to escape on the bad days. Eddie doesn't ask questions either, he knows shit is hard for some people and knows that sometimes people just need somewhere to escape too in order to get through it.

Needless to say, Billy and Eddie actually become friends and Billy starts 'inheriting' some of Eddie's little quirks b/c of it much to Billy's disdain.

The best part? When it's just Billy and Eddie? Billy is able to go a little crazy, act a little wild in a way he hadn't before. He can make goofy jokes or pull faces and actually do like, teen boy stuff the way he couldn't at home.

Wayne becomes a healthy male in Billy's life and even if Billy doesn't 100% trust Wayne, it gives Billy a new view on healthy males.

[streets-in-paradise]

Friday the 13 Th - Eddie Munson x (Fem) Henderson! Reader

Warnings: Friday the 13 Th franchise references.

Summary: Eddie has convinced you of making something big to bother Jason in the most fitting day for your inside joke about him.

Notes: Happy Friday the 13 th! Let's make fun of Jason lol

The school's cafeteria was a stage where Eddie loved to play being a dreaded artist annoying the well adjusted students with his unhinged dramatizations. He was an autentical court jester despite many loathed his performances. You may have been once too shy to get involved or even engage, but the spirit of companionship of Hellfire had slowly and consistently changed that.

As two lonely weirdos doing their best to not be noticed during most of your highschool experience, you have always been in a distant bubble with Jonnathan doing your own thing unless bullies would disrupt you. There was no one else at least untill he started to date Nancy and you befriended Eddie first, later also Steve. While you remained best friends, some of that crave to hide together in a little corner going unnoticed began to change and that was way more evident in you under the influence of Eddie.

For once at least, Jonnathan acceded to get involved for a small role in a carefully crafted espectacle you were planning because he got to appreciate the concept. Fellow horror geek, he found it simple yet quite effective. At very least you both would have a funny story to share with Will and Dustin.

Staged action took it's course as you approached him limping and pretending you were crying your heart out.

" Please, please! You have to help me!! " You begged him for the entire place to hear you, your ketchup soaked hands seeking to hold his clean ones . " … He is coming, he got my friends!!! He is gonna kill us! "

Pretending confussion wasn't that hard given your performance.

" What are you talking about?"

" The councelors were making love while that young boy drowned!!" You directly referenced the speech of Pamela Vorhees in a mashup with a victim character. " … Now we are all cursed. WE DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED!!!! "

When your agonical, prophetic scream gave him the sign Eddie emerged rushing like a maniac into the scene.

" FRIDAY THE 13 TH!!! IT'S FRIDAY THE 13 TH, PEOPLE!!" He began to scream to anyone in his way. " RUN FOR YOUR LIVES CAUSE JASON IS GONNA COME TO GET YOU!"

The joke was perfectly timed with the entrance of Jason Carver. Annoyance was the less concerning feeling it awakened on the target. When you once started it he could have never imagined it was going to stick with the full weirdo group and even escalate.

" Are you looking for trouble, freak?"

Enacting a reaction fitting for a horror movie, you got in between them shielding Eddie with your body.

" No, Eds! Don't sacrifice yourself for me!! "

Eddie turned dramatically to play pretend a heartfelt objection.

" I must do it. You are the final girl and i am just the disastrous but charming male lead following you into the woods just because i'm in love with you. " He followed your performance with a self awareness touch. " Go, my beloved. Save that stoner and remember me. "

You held his hands as if his life trully depended of listening to you.

" I won't let you go! I know how to defeat Jason, you just have to trust me. "

The basketball player was frankly weirded. Still angry, but his lack of contextual orientation to whatever you were thinking to be doing temporally overcame his desire to punch Eddie in the face.

He was accidentally incarnating one of the lapsus of confussion Jason Vorhees could sometimes had in the films before resuming the chase for his victims.

Perfect moment for you to iniciate the end of the third act taking off your jacket to reveal a striped sweater in matching colors with the Tigers.

" Look at me Jason!! Look! Come over here … " You began to call him in the sweetest tone. " Do you recognize this? You are in home, honey.. It's gonna be ok, I'll take care of you!"

Your friends were laughing uncontrolably and you realized that even a guy in the jock's table was holding his chuckles. Probably only just for the excessive female nudity of the franchise, but he must have watched the film your joke was referencing. Not missing the chance to expose it, you smiled at him and his amusement turned inmediately into disgust.

" Friday the 13 Th Part 2, just in case you want to rent it for the weekend. " You explained to Jason after abandoning the character. " My interpretation didn't stick completely to the source material, but I found this sweater in a thrift store and inmediately thought of you. Eddie insisted we had to save it for the next Friday the 13 Th. "

" Meaning that you got that cheap sweater in my team's colours and prepared a scene arround it just to annoy me. " Jason summarized out loud, clearly fed up with all the freaks. " At least i can say you took too many bothers to get my attention in this oddly specifical charade. "

" Bullshit! He is pissed off, only tries to hide it because he lost. " Eddie quickly corrected. " We made it, sweetheart!!"

You both hi fived each other and rushed in the opposite direction, but hubris made Eddie deliver one last comeback on the way.

" Happy Friday 13 Th, Carver !!!! Don't get in the lake!!! "

Despite he did enjoy the thrill, Jonnathan was giving you judgamental looks as you reached him.

" … If i get targeted again for this."

Eddie patted him on the shoulder cheerfully before reassuring him.

" Chill, man! His feud is against us, you are totally safe. "

" That was freaking awesome! " You followed the cheers. " Don't lie to me, I saw it in your eyes. You are as excited as me. "

You had a point and he couldn't deny it.

" Fine, it was quite fun … Not as satisfying as punching Steve, but still. "

Eddie clearly supported the posibility of finding someone to complain about Harrington with that you couldn't object to. Besides, he was a big fan of the referenced episode.

" I heard all about it, the freak that kicked his bully's ass and stole his girlfriend … I just want you to know that Hellfire considers you a hero. You will always be welcome among us. "

His most inmediate answer was an awkward smile.

" Thanks. I really appreciate it, but i would like to keep my girlfriend. "

They chuckled and Eddie's was the loudest.

" Good call, man! Good call. "

Something in the specifical way Eddie choose to congratulate Jonnathan made you feel uneased. Probably because you were just jealous imagining he could want to steal his bully's girlfriend too if he had the same chance.

" Eds, if we were in a horror movie. Do you really think we would be the romantically coded final girl and last kill boy sacrificing himself so she could make it to the final fight?" You asked him as you were walking thowards the Hellfire table. " I mean, I won't do well as a final girl. To be one you need more than just be the virgin ... "

The joke may have been themed as a different thing, but you were masquerading your will to figure out if that was the case.

" ... And most times they aren't unwanted freaks, they are normal cute girls just too shy to approach their crush or too nervous to let their boyfriends convince them of sleeping together. "

He wasn't sure of where the point was going, but didn't mind to indulge you.

" Realistically, I would be the guy who dies alone getting high in the woods. " He mocked himself. " but i do think you could be a final girl. Although a rare breed we don't often get blessed with, freak girls tend to be passionate horror fans. You know all the rules to survive, my prediction is that you would make it and at the end of the film Harrington would be asking you out. "

The answer deviated from the path you expected.

" I thought you would accuse Steve of being the asshole jock dying in the sex scene. "

" As a judge I'm cruel, but fair. That has to be Hargrove, Harrington has higher chances of making it if he sticks with you. "

That made you laugh for reasons he could never possibly understand. In real life, Steve was the resourcefull fighter.

" Would you believe me if I tell you that Steve is a final girl ? "

He was laughing harder then, untill your softly delivered conclussion stopped it.

" I would like to make it with you too … It would be a refreshing change for the slasher formula. "

Eddie wasn't sure of it, but for an instant he choose to treat himself imagining you said you wanted to be with him in a very freakish way.

" There is no way i could make it. Ríght now i can tell you I would die for you. "

[supercap2319]

Shower Shenanigans

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader

“That was the best game of Death Ball ever!” Y/N cried as he pushed through the door to his shared dorm,Tyler right behind him as he closed it behind.

Today, they had the Poe Cup tournament of Death Ball that pitted all the cliques of the school against each other until only one team remained. Since Y/N and Tyler were the only half breeds at the school as everyone else had supernatural parents who were the same species, they were put on a team together as they faced off against the Fangs, Furs, Stoners, Scales, Shifters, and Psychics.

It was a great tournament and Y/N and Tyler managed to come out on top, surprising not only their fellow students, but the professors as well. There were congratulations and cheers of happiness, but they were also looks of distrust and whispers of cheating about their epic win. Though, if their sweaty purple raven T-shirts were any indication that they worked their asses off to win the heavy golden trophy, they were carrying into their room. They had, in fact, not cheated at all to win.

“It was, but I feel bad though,” Tyler expressed as he sat on his bed close to the window and removed his shoes and sweaty socks.

Y/N had finished putting the trophy on the desk before he looked at the Sheriff’s son. “Why? We won this trophy fair and square. We both practiced hard for today, and we beat all the odds stacked against us. The Furs had the strength. The Fangs had the speed. The Stoners had the moxie. The Scales had the charm. The Shifters had the mimicry. And the Psychics had the perception.” Y/N listed off as he sat on his own bed across from Tyler’s and lifted up his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face as Tyler got a good look at his boyfriend's body all wet and smooth as he turned away, a blushed danced across his face.

“I mean, the coach said we could use any of our skills to win, and we did. Ty, what’s this really about?” He looks at the curly haired barista as he sighed softly. “It’s just… there are some who think we cheated because you had Hyde on your team… and I’m not sure they’re wrong.” He’s had this fear ever since his dad cut a deal with Nevermore Academy. Tyler doesn’t go to jail if he attended their school, which was ironic since Nevermore banned Hyde’s from their school 30 years ago. The same time Tyler’s mother went to school here. Now that he was here, Tyler had trouble fitting in. The people at normie school hated him. And now the outcasts of Nevermore hated him, too.

“Hydes are artists by nature, but equally vindictive in temperament. How long is it going to be before I lose control and kill someone? How long before I betray you again?” Tyler looks at Y/N, his features sad with the corners of his eyes wet from almost shed tears. He never should have trusted Laurel Gates, but she was kind to him. Caring in an almost motherish sort of way. Tyler fell for her kindness and now he was paying the price for it. He threw his head in his hands and shook his head. “I should just leave. I don’t belong here…”

Tyler was about to get up, but Y/N took a hold of his hands as he rubbed a thumb over the top of them. The barista looks up as Y/N gives him a reassuring look. “Ty… I can’t change what happened, or what Thornhill did to you. How she tortured you to make you this monster, but it doesn’t matter. Because it wasn’t your fault. It was out of your hands and all that matters is that you’re here, and you're with me. Safe and sound. I’ll take that any day.” He brought Tyler’s hands close to his undead heart. “You have people that love you. People who care for you and will miss you if you leave.”

“Really?” Tyler dared not hope that these comforting words were true. That there were people out there that could actually accept him for who he was.

Y/N smiled. “Of course. You have more people in your corner than you realize.”

The barista smiled and chuckled as he wiped away his tears. “I’m a real mess, huh?” The other boy walked up and straddled his hips as leaned close to Tyler, and kissed his lips softly. Tyler moans, putting a hand behind Y/N’s back as they continue to kiss, grinding against each other before pulling away. “That’s what I like about you.”

Tyler laughed as they kissed once again. “So, a shower sounds good right now.”

“It does. Luckily, being the winners of the Death Ball Poe Cup gives us a private bathroom.”

“Really?”

“Yup. With bragging rights for a year and a shiny trophy and a private shower,” Y/N said.

Tyler smiled. Maybe he could make it here after all. As long as he had someone as amazing as Y/N in his life, the past could stay the past. This was the present. “Private shower, huh? Can’t wait to check that out.”

“Neither can I, mister Galpin. Feel like getting wet with me?” Y/N had a suggestive smile on his face as images of them underneath the shower head and soapy handjobs flashed through Tyler’s mind as he shivered.

“You made it sound dirty on purpose, didn’t you?” Tyler asked him.

“You know it, Baby.”

[moonshynecybin]

princess bride rosquez au you say....

omg yes deranged post incoming

hmm okay! so marc is like a farm boy/horse racer who falls HARD for charming fellow jockey/mild local celebrity valentino rossi until he dies tragically at sea at the hands of the evil dread pirate roberts. marc has to marry some nasty prince humperdinck in order to provide for his family but especially alex and is like. cartoonishly miserable about it… very pinched and wooden. frozen smile but brave face for alex... anyways he is out on one of his horse rides (the only time he doesn’t want to DIE.) and gets kidnapped by hmmm. see this is tough bc i think jorge/dani would make the most sense as the inigo montoya/fezzik role but the academy boys writ large would make me laugh the most as like a motley crew of unwitting ruffians. obvs not one-to-one so you decide!

anyways the dread pirate roberts (man with little earring and terrible sideburns. who could it be) comes after marc and rescues him (beats pecco, bezz, and cele’s ASS at swordplay all at once but is nice about it. coaching them on footwork lmaoo.) (max biaggi battle of wits poison goblet scene sorry to mr biaggi) but he’s is like. super pissy about marc’s decision to get married and stop riding. like kind of pointedly mean about it. VERY personal says some shit like i wonder if you were ever a fan of valentino rossi at all, if you gave it all up so easily, hmm?? anyways marc voice YOU MOCK MY PAIN. and then pushes vale down a hill. which is when he starts yelling AAAASS YOUUUU WISHHHH or some other cheeky inside joke equivalent and marc realizes he’s alive and throws himself down that hill after him zero hesitation.

but crucially!!!! i don’t think they reconcile instantly and perfectly like they do in the film. marc is really hurt vale didnt come back to him and vale is SAUR mad about marc “moving on.” like yes the mechanisms of the plot progress like they do in the movie with them risking it all for each other and marc getting sent back to humperdinck and being soooo despondent and vale breaking into the castle to rescue him (again, whichever mental image of pedrenzo or the academy boys with him you so choose here) but there’s a crazy undercurrent of tension that doesn’t get resolved until a bit later when they fuck NASTY with vale like. ripping marc’s light blue silk princey wedding outfit off of him and scattering his pretty jewels on the floor as he sucks on his tongue. and then they ride off into the sunset together :)

ALSO: the mental image of the academy boys/pedrenzo bringing vale’s post comical torture-machine dead body to a hermit miracle worker’s hut in the woods and it being casey stoner does just kill me. enea’s there the whole time he’s just vibing with his dog. cele has NO idea what’s going on.

[kazucrack]

Stoner Xiao Headcanons:

Here’s another headcanon thingy for my boy Xiao coming from a fellow stoner

When Xiao gets high he gets h i g h. He’s spacing tf out while you’re talking and he’s seeing every mathematical equation in his brain.

Xiao simply gets high to feel nothing, he wants to forget his troubles and just chill in the moment.

Xiao also ghosts his hits and knows how to roll his own joints. He takes the longest hit if he’s the one who rolled the blunt.

Imagine those rosy tinted amber eyes looking at you while he’s offering you a hit of a new indica strain he discovered from his friend, Kazuha.

He typically hates using papers and opts for flavored cigars instead and empties out the tobacco from the wrap.

Xiao is the type to take a hit from the blunt and shotgun it to you while staring deep into your eyes, then press his chapped lips against yours a bit aggressively.

He owns a bong, but prefers to smoke from joints and blunts. He usually uses the bong on occasion especially on stressful days (hehe not me projecting)

Xiao definitely has bad munchies, mf will eat everything in yo cabinet and claim it wasn’t him 😭

Shotgunning with Xiao is an experience, leaning close against his face while his dazed amber eyes look into yours and exhale the smoke of his joint into your mouth. A smirk aligning his features once he pulls away. (Shit, I’d bark for this kinda shit bro)

Team Indica 4lyfers

[coneindajunkyard]

Sup dude, wanna.. Y’know, get high on bong??

-Stoner Anon

most obvious cop i've ever seen. no fellow weed whacker i've eva' met has uttered dat string of words in they life befo.

go get the donut cop boy

[urtransmascbf]

Welcome~

Hello hi hello, and welcome to my blog! I'm Jay, and I'm just here for a good time tbh

I've been a tumblrite for some time now, though only just came back to kink tumblr and thought I'd try doin a blog again. Fair warning, this will likely just be reblogs and hornyposting

About me:

As said, my name's Jay, though I sometimes go by various space related screen names (I love space, can't you tell? Lol) and I'm 23

I'm transmasc nonbinary, and use they/he pronouns. I'm not strictly t4t, but this blog has a pretty hard lean in that direction if you can't already tell

Sexuality is weird and funky, I usually just say queer since it's easiest. I don't have a preference for presentation or parts but hoo boy do I go nuts for fellow trans folks and gender fuckery!

I'm polyamorous, though currently without partners. Possibly also acespec but very sex and kink favorable, and certainly here to fuck around :3

I'm a huge nerd, especially for dnd and video games. Don't get me started I'll talk your ears off lol

I'm a big ol stoner, both bc I like getting high and it helps with my back pain and stuff

I'm real friendly but awkward and shy, so I really wanna make friends but have a hard time messaging first

Some of my ~Interests~

Teasing/playful bullying, gentle embarrassment, praise and petnames

Bondage, pinning, play fighting

Edging, overstim, multiple orgasms, little bit of rough

Desperation, neediness, whining + whimpering etc.

Audio and voice

Pleasure domming, service subbing, but also being on the other ends of both of those

There's definitely more to be added

Oh also, I'm a switch! And pretty evenly split, I'd say

I'll set a proper dni later, but I block liberally if I'm uncomfy. Basically if you're a minor/don't have your age listed, or for some reason make me uncomfortable I'm gonna get real friendly with that block button

[inkandguns]

I'm really proud of my Fedex boys.

One has made it into management - a really nice young nerdy fellow that's looking to start a family with the wife. He didn't get there in some kind of weasel way, he had to work in my department for most of his time at the warehouse. He even went down with a broken leg and finished unloading the trailer he was in. I started grooming him for management and encouraged him to apply. I told the other managers, "Y'all are fucked now, one of us finally made it into management!"

The other is my grumpy stoner buddy and he's embraced his role as the Sergeant Major Plumley to my Colonel Hal Moore. Today I was tired but this dude SHOWED THE FUCK UP for work this morning. He trained one of our new guys, set up the roster for the week, and put out one hell of an athletic work day.

So gen Z is not totally doomed. I could go ranting on about how stupid the next generation is, but instead I'm going to hydrate for tomorrow. Even tho I'm the oldest on my crew by a decade or two, I still put out the highest amount of work. Can't lead the next generation from behind, or from behind a computer screen.

It's brought me lots of joy working with the younger kids and showing them how to cowboy the fuck up and get through some hard ass work.

[exitoath]

IF Fred Jones was real he'd be a country boy in my opinion.

It mainly comes down to how a character would be if you swapped their gender and how well that can translate depending on qualities about that character and how much would change.

IE someone like Daphne needs to be a female character because of her connection to femininity or at the very very least would be a queer man. While someone like Shaggy or Velma could much easier be translated into the other gender as their archetypes are more defined by things like stoner, hippie, or nerd.

If you want other media, like Arthur Morgan could be a female but he wouldn't be the same character, because of how women and men were socialized especially in the time and setting Arthur would've been in.

Idgie Threadgoode from Fried Green Tomatoes is basically a masc lesbian and to make her a man kinda misses the point of who her character is and what she represents.

That outside of the way let me yap more about Fred's character and what I'd personally think he'd be like if his home life was thought through a lot more.

Fred doesn't fit the Jock archetype. It's kinda like how Michael Scott is a bigot, (which I'm not claiming he is) it's not because he's genuinely hateful he's just kind of stupid.

I imagine Fred having been a very big Mama's boy, and that some way or another lost his mother, and this caused him to be fairly disconnected with his father, something he tries to rekindle time and time again.

It's why he does seem to show a big interest in sports and other dude-bro but he's clearly not someone who's very well known for it and hangs out with a socialite, nerd, stoner, and talking dog, instead of one of the bros. (to simplify their characters)

In Mystery Incorporated, it is also established that Fred's father is the mayor and also is deeply disconnected from his son like all the parents are with the main cast. Though I personally headcanon that Fred would be raised by a much less powerful figure in the town. More that Fred's father is a lot more conservative politically and though religious is not someone who follows the teachings of the Bible strictly. A working class father.

Anyway, Fred's issue would be focusing on trying to be manly enough even though none of his legitimate interests match closely up to what the men in his community enjoy or are interested in.

I imagine Fred would join the Football team to make his Dad proud, but dislikes the behavior of the fellow Jocks and fakes an injury or worse purposefully gets an injury or breaks some sort of major rule to get off the team.

Anyway it's too late to write down everything and so I'll make another post maybe to talk some more.

[hesitatingspirit]

I. Boy v. World

it feels like the world is against me sometimes.

and i dont know how to make it clear that i just want to be left alone. say hi my name is adam nice to meet you please dont hurt me im just a boy please i just want to be treated like one of you. you dont have to even talk to me but if you refer to me just maybe say he but if not its okay & i’m still too aggressive. say nothing at all and i’m just too difficult to even bother with at all. loser from the start, this is an eternal summer and you’re god’s least favourite cold-blooded experiment. strap in and enjoy the ride: you’ll be here for a long time.

If I am offended by someone calling me a woman, I am too much. I am one of those trannies that makes everything about them, the spitting image of the blue-haired, big-mouthed, angry-faced caricatures of trans individuals created by the right. If I am not offended, I am making a bad name for my fellow trans siblings by not standing up for myself when people misidentify me. I am normalising the idea that people are allowed to “mess up” on purpose, label me as whatever they want. I can never win: The only way would be to never get misgendered again. To not even have it be a possibility…

But we all know that this can never happen.

No matter what I do, I am always wrong,

because what did I expect when I chose to do this?

I mean,

Everyone knows how the world feels about people like me.

What DID I expect?

Would it have been easier for me to just stay a girl?

Easier for which one of us?

The world is run by spiders weaving complex webs of lies and careful misinformation, all vague enough to seem true to those who only catch the news in passing and parrot it at work, conversing at the water coolers. But being wrong is a disease, and baby, it's contagious: Mask up and shut your mouth and maybe even your ears too.

They are just trying to provoke me. They want to make me step out of line, so when I finally say “hey im a bit uncomfortable” They can finally say

I knew there was something about him!

He is one of those, he lied!

He DOES make his identity his whole personality!

No. It seems that my identity has become YOUR personality,

because my gender defines everyone but me:

The way people react to my face usually tells me all I need to know.

I can recognise a cold gaze from around the corner,

through a brick wall and from a mile away

I'm a psychic, honey, and I'm never gonna change,

so dont shoot the Messenger, okay?

and it goes like this it goes

boy with mustache makes a face when stranger calls him a girl

boy with mustache apologises for the trouble in case stranger noticed

stranger scoffs i dont see why it's such a big deal you can't expect everyone to understand

boy says i know and i’m sorry

boy goes home and forgets what he looks like.

It kinda goes like this:

different place wake up with a different face who am i today well everyone sees different things

but you know me i ride my own wave, this is My summer soundtrack

i am a skateboarder i am a stoner i am a rockstar

i am a bleach blond baby boy abandoned by god and i will never die again

mask after mask name after name

another ring around my eyes after another night awake

bags full of sleep deprived weekends staying busy with a racing head

lids heavy with the memories of endless nights

it’ll weigh me down ‘til i’m lowered into my early grave

and all the brick roads and sunsets up in my favourite singer’s hometown will never hit me the same

ghosts see the world differently,

ever so slightly colourblind

translucent lids half-covering eyes that have grown so tired from all they’ve seen

an eternity an observer

an eternity more to go

the people who care what you look like or hate what you listen to aren't really people that should be in your life anyway. so i don't care too much when they cut me off.

i don't care at all,

i just find it so insane that somehow i'm hurting people by being alive. by breathing.

if i enjoyed the shapes of the words she and her in your mouth if i enjoyed the twang of their sound waves if i could love the way the words hit my eardrums then my existence would be pure, a gift from god and i would be a miracle

but because i stand up for myself

because i have committed the crime of wanting to be happy

i am irredeemably evil

forever unclean,

stain on society and a file best left unopened.

top secret, confidential. don't ask, don't tell, but tell them what you don't know, tell them what you want to think. don't ask, don't tell, but they’ll always ask, and you’ll always tell.

“we don’t talk about her anymore.”

“she went crazy.”

“i heard it was drugs that did it.”

“i heard it was schizophrenia.”

“i think she was into witchcraft.”

god forbid a boy want to be loved: god forbid i avenge my death.

porcelain is so easily cracked,

you don't think i have a right to self defense?

i have to crawl out of my grave because this city is all i know. and this place can get so damn cold.

my rebirth will be slow. it will be terrible. and it is commencing.

[callunavulgari]

Eddie finds Stevie in the boy’s bathroom. It’s a Monday, which means that he’s still half asleep and reeling from Mr. Donaldson’s delightful first period lecture on The Catcher and the fucking Rye when he stumbles through the doors to the bathroom tucked around the back corner near the band room. Not the good bathroom by the language hall, no— the good bathroom was the one that the cool kids used. The one that Eddie frequents is the one with the ancient wonky toilet that no one ever actually uses because there’s a fifty-fifty chance of the singular working toilet in the room either flushing like normal or of it deciding to fuck you completely and flooding halfway down the hallway.

It’s been Eddie’s designated smoking spot since Rick let him in on the secret halfway through his sophomore year at good ole Hawkins High. Ninety-five percent of the time the room’s an absolute ghost town and if someone does show up it’s usually a fellow stoner looking for somewhere quiet to self-medicate before they’re subjected to the mind numbing horrors of Jeb fucking Houser’s government class a few doors down.

Which is why Eddie’s surprised to swing the doors open on a random Monday in late April and find the room already occupied— not by any of the usual suspects, but by Stevie goddamn Harrington, the queen bee of Hawkins High herself.

For a long moment, Eddie just stares at her like a deer in headlights, his fingers going lax around the cigarette that he’d already shaken loose from the pack. He doesn’t even notice it tumbling to the ground.

She’s sitting on the floor. 

That’s what he keeps getting stuck on. 

She’s just sitting there with her knees splayed out against the grimy tile, her body crumpled back against the far wall like a puppet with its strings cut. Her hair is still big, her nails still perfect, but there had been sniffles when he walked in, loud and ominous in the quiet until she’d clocked him standing there, her head snapping towards him.

Looking at her now… yeah, those are tears. Her dark eyes are big and round and wet, her lashes clumped hopelessly together with even more unshed tears. There are faint tracks down her cheeks where her mascara has run, black smears that skate past her chin.

For a long moment, they both just stare at each other in horrified silence. And then Eddie shifts awkwardly and breaks the stare down, belatedly stooping to scoop up his cigarette.

“Sorry,” he says, gesturing at the cigarette by way of explanation. He jerks the zippo from his pocket and jiggles it in her direction. “I just, uh—” He hesitates, not sure what to say. Should he offer to leave? Leave her to the dubious privacy of the shittiest bathroom in the school and give her back some modicum of her dignity? He thinks that’s probably his best option, to just turn around and get the heck out of dodge, but at the last second, he changes his mind, holding the cigarette out in question. “—you mind?”

Stevie blinks at him, the wet drag of her lashes terribly distracting. He watches them kiss her cheeks as if in slow motion and thinks for a moment, appallingly, of whether they’d feel whisper-soft against the palm of his hand if he touched them, a ghost of a touch like a butterfly’s wings.

Eddie watches in real time as she tries to compose herself, sniffing hard and wiping under her eyes as her spine goes straighter, her knees tucking back together all prim and proper. She bites her lip and for a moment he thinks that she’s going to argue with him, tell him to get out and go find another place to smoke.

Instead, she gives him a slightly watery smile and thrusts a hand out expectantly. “Only if you’ve got one to spare.”

[nocompromise-noregrets]

five good things

okay, gonna start with the main one because it's a big one:

LAST CAT STANDING IS GETTING HIS THYROID SORTED! He's had an overactive thyroid for pushing on for three years and we've been managing it with medication but it's been getting worse and although there is a treatment that will fix it outright (radioactive iodine injection) there have been such shortages that only one place has been doing it and their waiting list is over a year long, so he wouldn't be getting it this year, and he's nearly 18 so the longer he has to wait the worse he's going to get. However! Our vet called us last week and said she'd been doing a bit of research and found a couple of places much closer to us who are offering the treatment again and have much shorter waiting lists - one of them only about a month - so we said please refer him to one or other of those, and settled down to wait. Then I got a call yesterday from a very lovely vet at one of the places who talked me through it all and booked him in FOR TWO AND A HALF WEEKS' TIME. He'll have had it done by the time he turns 18 in mid-April! The really amazing thing is that this treatment has a 99.9% success rate - the vet described it both as 'the gold standard' and 'magical' and if a Sensible Veterinary Science Person is describing a treatment as 'magical'...well. I can't even begin to describe how thrilled we are. Our other three all had things that couldn't be cured (we don't even know what it was that Beanie had) so to have something that really can be cured straight off with one injection is just...it's such a relief you guys, I don't know how to tell you.

I've just had a really good two days at job number two with my gardener-lady biographer (who has turned into a really good friend and in fact bought our lovely little car off us a couple of months ago - so I got to see the little fella again which was lovely) - we did some reboxing of the stuff she's been sorting out, shuffled everything up and sorted it into a better order, and it all feels a lot more manageable now.

X-Men 97 is out!!! I haven't had chance to watch it yet but I'm SO EXCITED YOU GUYS OMG. I've seen a few stills, and it looks like my beloved Gambit is just as he was, and oh I am so pleased. <333333

The sun's been out today and we went for a wander at lunchtime, the spring flowers are all out and it was just so gloriously lovely to stand in the sun and feel warm.

Barduil Month is nearly here! (if anyone wants to prompt me please feel free - I have a couple but am always on the lookout for more!)

I am sitting in the pub with a very nice pint of Camden Hells and the laptop, one of my fellow regulars who I get on really well with is in the back room watching the rugby on his ipad and is going to come and join me when he's done, and some of my favourite bar staff are working. I am utterly knackered (I am such a lightweight, I'm not used to doing five-day weeks any more, and when I do two days in a row for job number two, to make it worth it for my friend to come up from London to work on gardener-lady's papers, I am always utterly wiped out at the end of it) but I'm chilling out and decompressing, there's a Wall of Sound playlist on the speakers (Da Doo Ron Ron currently) and everything is very lovely.

Both Isaac Howlett from Empathy Test and The Holy Ones have new singles out! Isaac's is here and is just perfect wounded-yearning-boy electropop (much like Empathy Test really) and THO's is here and is huge fun stoner-rock and Japa-the-guitar-player (who is one of my favourite people from the Finndom) hasn't changed a bit in fifteen years and I adore both him and the song. I'm hoping they'll announce some shows - they were playing in Helsinki in May 2020 and announced the show with enough notice that I was able to make arrangements to go, and I was on the point of doing so when Covid happened, the show was postponed to the September (when I still wouldn't have been able to enter Finland) and then cancelled, so I'm really really hoping they come through this time because I'm dying to see them. I also have itchy feet like you wouldn't believe and am dying for an excuse to go somewhere, and Helsinki being one of my favourite places in the whole world, well... :D :D :D

I had a fab birthday last week, and we went up to the new 'food dock' in town (one end of the docks has been converted into lots of bars, cafes and restaurants and it has been a very protracted process but it's finally finally all open) and had awesome burgers, locally-produced ice cream and locally-produced beer and looked at the pretty lights on the water and generally had a lovely evening of it.

Aaaaaand I have a fancy record player that works with our fancy wifi sound system, and Placebo's last two albums on vinyl, courtesy of the missus, and it's fancy enough that it doesn't auto-return at the end of a side so for the first time in about forty years I heard the track in the runout groove of side two of Sgt. Pepper which I hadn't heard since my dad got a tower stereo system in the 80s that had an auto-return and didn't play the runout groove and...yeah. Awesome. I sorted all my vinyl back into order (the missus does not do alphabetical order, and she'd had it all out of the cupboard at some point to do something or other behind the cupboard and then had not put it back in the right order), rediscovered a good few things, listened to a bunch of stuff and generally nerded out quite happily for a good few days XD

I had 96% on my most recent OU assignment XD all that's left to do is an essay plan for the final assignment, and then the final assignment itself, and given that I find planning really difficult, I'm probably going to write the final assignment and then summarise it for the plan, hand that in, then hand the final assignment in once I've had the feedback from the plan XDDDD And then I will be done, and I will be the king's favourite band (the Three Degrees) XDDDDDD

I think that's more than enough, don't you? :D Things are pretty all right at the moment, which is rather nice.

[nari-kami]

HELLO FELLOW DR STONERS AND GEN SIMPS ✨ I need your help

I’ve been working on a dr stone magical girl au and recently I’ve realized I’m unsatisfied with my current design for our favorite mentalist boy

So I’m asking for your opinions on some of the ideas I have to spice up his design.

Part 1: The sleeves

If any of you guys saw my first 2 designs for Gen you might have noticed that the outfit is sleeveless. And while it doesn’t look bad it kind of clashes with the theme of “tricks up your sleeve” that Gen always had with him hiding stuff in his outfit.

And since I can’t decide which one fits best I’m asking you to share your opinion

If you have any other ideas I’d love to hear your suggestions :3

[where-is-francis]

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 —♡-> 𝘼𝙧𝙜𝙮𝙡𝙚

Before You Interact — Rules Of My Blog

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Part of my Valentine’s Day 2023 blurb series

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: They/Them

𝘼/𝙉: Yes, this is late. However, I’m just glad it’s done. Hopefully it’s not TOO bad — the burnout is real. That’s my fault though, I just wanted to write for everybody for the holiday.

𝙏𝙒: References to weed (it’s Argyle man), Argyle saying “man” and “dude” but more as a term of endearment, ending could be read as referencing to smut but it’s not explicitly mentioned, I think that’s it.

It was currently February 14th and your one and only, your love, your 𝘼𝙧𝙜𝙮𝙡𝙚 was working until close. Johnathan, your best friend in the world, was currently keeping you company on the phone, though you were a bit surprised El wasn’t hogging the line to call Mike. Either way, you were glad.

“I know. But you know how he gets when they just, like, ask him out of nowhere.” Rustling could be heard from the other side of the line behind your friend’s dazed voice. “Especially Tracy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him scared of somebody like he is of her.”

“You’re right. I think we should kill her.” You stated flatly.

Johnathan laughed. “Yeah, you have fun with that. I gotta go — let me know when you think of a plan.”

“Yeah, yeah, tell Nancy I said hi.”

“Will do. Later.”

And with that, you were alone again. Excluding the tv that droned in the next room, the house was barren and silent. It was strange how it didn’t feel like home without your boyfriend. The room severely lacked in his laughter, paired with the absence of a slight fog. A dark green couch groaned as you draped your form across it as dramatically as possible.

If he were with you right now, Argyle would likely be sat on the floor, concentrated as hell, sketching something out for you in a dazed state. It occurred to you how he’d be squinting his eyes ever so slightly at the piece, like he always did, before flashing you a giant grin. The piece would have some weed-related pun or joke, no doubt. However, that just made you miss his presence even more.

So you begrudgingly decided it would be best to nap until his shift ended. You blindly grabbed at the nearest throw blanket and settled down for a bit with the idle chatter and noise of the tv lulling you to sleep.

Meanwhile, Argyle was using everything he had to create his masterpiece — masterpizza? — at the shop where he was supposed to be on break. But with Surfer Boy having their annual run of heart shaped pizza, it caused for a lot of traffic. Which meant a lot of work. However, the one he focused on was more special — it was a surprise for you.

The small kitchen was overrun with a plethora of other teens and twenty-somethings, all laughing and teasing each other about anything and everything. Couples and groups all on cheesy (no pun intended) dates littered the dining area and happily shared their festive ‘za before the sunset. Argyle gently lowered the last red topping onto the heart shaped pie before he inspected it with the determination of a brain surgeon.

“How’s it lookin’ so far?” His coworker mused.

The raven haired male didn’t even register the voice as he lowered the pizza into the oven with the utmost precision. Once settled inside, his focus shifted to the see-through part of the industrial oven. His coworker had never seen the fellow stoner so invested in a creation before — which prompted them to duck down beside him and stare inside the machine.

“So, why exactly are we watching the pizza?”

Their whisper snapped Argyle out of his trance a bit to respond, however his eyes didn’t leave the food. “It’s Valentine’s Day and I wanted to make something special for them. Everything about this has to be perfect.”

“I mean, yeah, but you don’t have to watch it cook—”

Argyle stood and fixed his posture before placing his hands on his friend’s shoulders. He shook his head vigorously and sighed. “You don’t get it, man, you don’t get it!”

“I mean, I know they’ll like anything you make them. Plus, it’s a surprise, right?”

It was somewhat amusing to see how much your boyfriend cared, but this was a tad much. Argyle slung his arm over Leo’s shoulders and directed their attention back to the oven.

“(Y/N) is very very specific about their pizza, bro. You don’t get it. If that cheese is not the perfect amount of golden brown and crispy on the outside with a gooey inside — the entire plan is ruined! My, like, entire relationship depends on this pizza, man!” His raised voice attracted attention of coworkers and customers alike.

The shorter employee gave a confused grin but nodded, slightly adjusting the pull of their festively colored uniform tee. Argyle nervously twirled the pizza paddle between his hands like a weapon that would soon be used to slay a great beast. He was clearly agitated.

“Look, man, I know them — they’re going to be so stoked that you did this just for them. Plus, if you want to leave early, I’ll definitely cover for you.”

He didn’t have to think twice about the offer. Leo grinned and readjusted their visor a bit before heading back to the register. It felt like everything in the brown eyed male’s body had been liquefied before being brought to a boil. It bubbled up inside and worked through his system like part of his bloodstream; all he wanted was to make it up to you. Time inched on slowly as your pizza cooked underneath the tacky decorations in the kitchen.

In the van, he had previously prepared a single rose for you out of a few rolling papers while going over the presentation in depth. Argyle wanted it to be grand — as grand as a pizza delivery could be — but still sweet so you got the message. You’d become accustomed to the sweet and quick compliments he would give at any moment, but it didn’t go far beyond that. And he spent many days quietly berating himself for not being able to get something a tad more meaningful past his lips.

As soon as the pizza was done, Argyle was speeding off towards your house. Instead of his usual music, he opted for one of the many mixtapes you had left for him — though his focus was on his own words rather than the lyrics that filtered through the speakers. He rehearsed the entire thing a multitude of times in the empty van, occasionally making adjustments here and there as necessary.

He nervously drummed his thumbs against the steering wheel as he approached your house. Outside the windshield and reflected in the mirrors the sun was in the final stages of setting; a dark purple that seamlessly faded to a navy blue covered the evening sky for miles on end. Palm trees that were strewn about the small California neighborhood danced lightly in the breeze.

Your house was very much his home — lawn perfectly kept with large plastic flamingos in the patches of flowers, the occasional garden gnome, and wildly printed chairs in the front yard. Argyle pulled up to the driveway just behind your car and made his way to the front porch to ring the doorbell. The warm glow of the living room lights that flooded through the window were ever so kind to light up his features as he waited for you.

Inside the house you forced yourself to roll off the couch and into the direction of the front door, assuming it was Johnathan. At the opening of the door you were instead greeted by a wide grin and long dark hair.

“Argyle? Aren’t you supposed to be closing tonight? What are you doing here, man?”

The sight of you was enough to send his composure into crumbling pieces. Your hair was a bit messy from the nap, coupled with a plain tee shirt and shorts. A colorful throw blanket that always resided on the couch was now draped over your shoulders as you gave him a confused smile.

“I, uh — well, I wanted to make it up to you.” He was back to being as awkward as he was when you first met.

You were given the large pizza box in exchange. God, he was adorable as ever. His usual pale yellow work shirt had been ditched in favor of a black tee with a tuxedo print on the front and his usual long sleeve underneath. The Surfer Boy visor, now in red, sported a few pins that you made for him back in the day. You set the pizza box down at the entry table and yanked at your boyfriend’s shirt, effectively making him stumble inside.

“You’re an absolute dork, you know that?”

“I just wanted to do something special.” He laughed nervously.

You leaned (up/down) to quickly press a kiss into his lips, then tugged on the top of the pizza box. Carefully written on the underside of the cardboard lid was a paragraph and a half of everything Argyle had wanted to say since he first met you. He stood completely still at your side and watched as you read over the lid.

Words about how sweet you were that soon led into a bit about his favorite details of you. If there would’ve been time and room, he could name every single physical feature of yours and think of a million and one reasons why he loved them.

‘You were my first friend back in the day. And I wake up just completely astounded that I get to be with you.’

Had it been more natural to you, you would’ve been crying at that point. But your body settled for a wide grin instead, the muscles pulled taught, and directed it at the long haired male.

“I love you. Like, so much, man. Happy Valentine’s Day.” Your boyfriend pulled you into a hug.

After months of him not knowing what to say, it felt like a weight had finally been lifted from his chest. He was melting into your arms so carefully like he’d never done before. It happened before but not on this scale. Your boyfriend’s nerves had finally been settled the moment he rested his hands on your back, effectively caging you into a tight squeeze.

You laughed a bit into his ear as his long hair brushed the side of your face. “Alright, lovebug, let me set the pizza down.”

Argyle pulled back a bit, keeping his larger hands on your waist. “So, do you like it?”

“Like you even have to ask. Such a shame I’ll be eating it alone — I mean, with you closing and all.”

The (taller/shorter) male used a foot to nudge the front door closed and, using your confusion to his advantage, began to effortlessly hoist you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist without a second thought until you were finally settled in his arms. The action earned him a plethora of kisses until you two finally — and clumsily — found the couch in the next room. He took great care when he laid you down on the gaudy green material, only pulling back to grin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small rolling paper rose.

“I got somebody to cover for me. And I’m not leaving until you have been sufficiently loved up, m’dude.”

And he meant it.

The entire night the only thing you could think about as you gazed into his dark brown eyes was just how lucky you were. Totally and utterly lucky to be in love with your best friend as he held you in his arms. Later into the night, you drifted off into a comfortable sleep with Argyle’s head on your chest.

It was perfect.

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