#graviti bong

[achromaticegoist]

this was the last straw until their falling out 😭

what wdym this isnt canon?

(HEAVILY inspired by @huecycles ‘s lancer’s birthday animatic I love their art so much)

[marlshroom]

bill cipher doodles plus billsona

[kaccvcate]

today you punks at home can follow along while I teach Pope Bluey how to make a gravity bong (assuming my directions are coherent - my fellow bong engineers may want to add further tips and instructions.)

[mainemama207]

It’s 4:20 somewhere 🐢

[lvminae]

inspired by a video in a dont laugh challenge that spoke to me

[javierduffy]

this post in my twitter drafts makes me laugh so hard every time i think about it i fear i have to share with the class

[naked-peet]

I see you conveniently rotated bong in Stan's room.

[shopcrescentmoods]

Gravity Falls waterpipe bong available on IG shopcrescentmoodss ⚠️🍄🌲

[its-420-s0mewhere]

ethel cain + mitski at red rocks tn and gibson girl is on the set list, big news for hot girls with weird kinks

[slamminslamminmcgill]

hilson road trip piss bottle scene was written for me specifically their dynamic is 5 trillion percent better if you imagine house as a transmasc fagdyke with a loose pussy and wilson as his cis chaser brat tamer

[lilpunkintater]

I do a lot of odd jobs, I end up in weird places I find weird things.

[mandrillose]

[kaccvcate]

letter I wrote someone but never sent

[lovemeafterhrs]

idk if ur takin requests girl but i’m fr begging for any kuroo content like ur suna smoke fic i will pay good good dalla for that

my requests are currently closed but you’ve inspired me so i whipped up a little somethin’ just for you :P

“kuroo.. what the fuck.” you guffaw, making direct eye contact with the googly eyes attached to your roommate’s new six foot bong.

“got it on a sale, you like it?”

“i mean, yeah. but i’m not sure it’s the most practical.” you shrug, taking a closer look at the pools of color trapped inside the glass. “the eyes are a nice touch.”

“right? please tell me you have your grinder.”

“fuck. i’ll call kenma.” you frown, reaching for your phone in hopes of getting ahold of the grumpy blonde that’s currently in possession of the only thing you’re lacking.

after approximately seven calls between the two of you, kenma arrives at the apartment looking like he just crawled out of the trenches of hell.

the first thing that catches his eye is the comically large water pipe, standing tall above everyone in the room besides the rooster-headed man. soulless plastic eyeballs glare at him forebodingly as he takes a few steps towards the couch.

“you losers woke me up after my twelve hour shift for this?”

“well, yeah.” kuroo grins as he reaches for the sealed container.

“you still have my grinder.” you add, tone playful as you wrap your arm around kenma’s shoulders. he hands it over to you with a sigh, letting you lead him towards the couch.

“you left it at my house.” his reply earns an offended gasp from you, pretending his words aren’t completely true as you watch kuroo plop ice cubes down the neck of the bong.

both you and kenma have to stand on top of the couch cushions to even reach the mouthpiece, and each hit is a duel effort as the other lights the bowl from the floor.

kuroo finds it to be far too comical, until he tries to take a hit and it nearly fucking kills him. it doesn’t help that you’re kneeled on the floor in front of him, eyes glazed over as you watch him cough and die.

tetsurou learns far too quickly that his new purchase is more for decoration than practicality, and after a couple rounds around the circle he’s back to rolling joints at the kitchen table.

across from him, kenma’s barely paying attention to his friend’s babbling. he’s far more content silently playing video games on his switch while he waits for you to finally make something to eat, but he supposes it would be kinder to listen for once.

you however, have chosen to tune them out for the time being as you brown strips of chicken on the stovetop.

“it’s a waste of money.” you tune back in just in time to catch kozume’s snide remark, followed shortly by a loud, offended huff.

“it is not! fuck this, i’m trying it again.” just like that, kuroo’s jumping from his seat to prove him wrong. you hear the soft patter of kenma’s footsteps as he follows his friend to the living room, and you focus back in on the task at hand.

your moment of peace does not last for very long.

preparations for dinner are abruptly halted when you hear a loud crash followed by the sound of glass hitting the floor.

a loud screech fills your ears, and you turn the corner to find tetsurou hunched over in front of the remains of his shiny new piece. bong water coats the knees of his pants as he mourns, looking like a kicked puppy as he sniffles from the floor.

“dumbass.” kenma huffs, bowl piece still loaded in his hands as he shakes his head at his best friend.

[blkkizzat]

which jjk man makes spliffs out of backwoods and why is it toji?

lmfaooo. this is the foundation of the hot boxing with toji fic i have cookin' lol.