#i do the no spin technique and he was tryna see if i was as accurate by having me move back and he was like ur scary 💀

[kuromi-hoemie]

was drunk at my friend's place yesterday and her bf was given some throwing knives, played around for a bit and i still got it 🧐 that was my last push to get back into knife throwing, haven't been into it since i was 17/18 lol. i ordered these ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა

edit: if ur here from my top posts you can see me throw them here!

[thetimeistwoam]

Red Eye

2D and Noodle come across something creepy in the park at night.

2D stared at himself in the horribly unflattering fluorescent light of the bathroom mirror. Outsiders looking in supposedly were smitten by the towering lanky frame, thick hunks of dark blue locks, sharp yet boyish features. He trailed a finger down the length of his pointed nose, felt over a day or so's worth of roughness on his chin, and blinked his bottomless black eyes at his reflection wearily. Did girls these days really still like the bruised, shadowy-eyed drug addict look? He sighed to himself, flicking off the bathroom light as he went back out to his room. The other three had gone out not too long ago, a glance at the clock telling him it was almost midnight. He'd heard Noodle's yell outside his door, but had feigned sleep, not much desiring the smoke, sweat, and spinning head ordeal tonight. He guessed he should've gone, but it was hard when you're feeling as blue as your hair. He gave another sigh as he looked around his room, eyes landing on a crumpled pack of cigarettes next to his typewriter. Sure, that'll do. He was sitting on the floor next to his bed, head in one hand and cigarette in another, when the desire for better ambiance had him decidedly trudging up through the old house to the attic, finally emerging through the small window that let out onto the roof. He was just pulling the last of his long legs through, when- "Oh, hey 2D." "Fucking- whoa!" 2D would've rolled right off and fallen three stories had Noodle not lunged forward and grabbed onto his jeans, the lack of shirt making it hard to grab anything else. She pulled him back with a grunt, sitting them both onto the ridge of the roof, and holding her hand out until she was sure he was steady on the incline. 2D had his head in his hands and was leaning forwards on his knees, his pale, bruised back heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "Noodle, blud, if you want to sing in Gorillaz, you won't have a problem with me. But Murdoc would-," "What?" Noodle interrupted with a laugh, 2D turning to stare at her accusingly. "Well you bloody tryna kill me again? First last night, then-," "Last night?" "You stalking into me room at dawn! Dawn of the dead, more like!" "That was like two days ago," Noodle laughed, ruffling 2D's hair so it became even more spiky than usual; he began smoothing it back down in grumbles. "Maybe if you came out of your room every now and again you'd have a better idea of what was going on." "M'working." "Working on getting high." 2D opened his mouth to respond, but eventually just shrugged his wide shoulders, going quiet and finally staring out at the ambiance he'd been on a quest for. The roof provided. The house was so tall, and they were far enough out from the city that they had a good view of all the lights in the distance while still having stars overhead as well. He felt like seeing stars, and slid down off the ridge of the roof so he could lie down on the incline, Noodle mimicking the position. The red and green lights of a plane blinked far overhead in the mass of twinkling silver, and in the cold winter air drifted the warm smoke of someone burning a wood fire. 2D breathed in deep, shutting his eyes briefly, feeling like he and Noodle were the only two awake in the world right then. "Aren't you cold?" Noodle suddenly asked, her eyes doubting that one patch of chest hair was enough to keep him warm. 2D shrugged; yeah, he was definitely cold, but he didn't feel like going back in and getting a jacket. "You'll get a cold, if you don't watch it," Noodle warned, and when he continued to lie there, she was squeezing back through the window herself. 2D enjoyed the isolation, after all, he'd been expecting it; the loneliness gave him inspiration, let his imagination run wild in the dark and cold winter. Noodle returned fairly soon however; he opened his eyes again when he felt something soft drop onto his chest, holding up a white, fluffy sweater with a heart in the middle. Deciding not to comment, 2D slipped it over his head. Being Noodle's it was extremely tight fitting, but warm, nevertheless, and he grinned at her thankfully. "Thank you, marm." "Mmm," Noodle laid back down next to him, producing a cigarette from somewhere and lighting it, thereafter lighting 2D's after he'd fumbled around for his crumpled pack. "You didn't go with Murdoc 'n' Russ?" 2D asked through an exhale of smoke; Noodle shrugged next to him. "It was orginally going to be just me and Russ; Murdoc got wind and that turned me off of the whole thing." "Why?" Noodle looked at him; no, he was indeed asking that as a serious question. "Dunno," She supplied; 2D didn't inquire further, truthfully having forgotten what she'd said anyway. "Y'know," He held his palm up the sky, pointing at some stars, "There was a lot of shit about it, but Plastic Beach had the best view of the stars you ever viewed," He let his hand drop, exhaling smoke in a sigh; he continued before Noodle could respond. "You ever miss the shit? Like, the 'bad times' or whatever the fuck? You ever miss it?" 2D craned his head backwards, then to the side to find Noodle. She was staring at the stars now as well, and nodded vaguely at 2D's question. "I think you always miss something when it's over, no matter what it is," Noodle said, flicking her ash; 2D could see the night's sky reflecting in her eyes, his own going wide at her words. "Blimey Noodle, that's really true innit? Where'd you hear that?" He stared at her, impressed, to which Noodle just stared back. "I made it up," She finally said, adding a bit of a mystical tone to her voice; 2D's eyes went even wider, and he shook his head slightly. "Crazy," He muttered, looking back up at the stars. Noodle continued to stare at him for a moment longer, her eyes taking in the hollowed, high cheekbones and perfectly arched mouth before she shook her head slightly herself. He was lucky he was good looking, that's all she could say. Though, even then, she couldn't fathom being able to put up with him on a day to day basis, like so many women apparently sought to do. Yeah, 2D was a cutie, but if you can't talk to someone... She scoffed slightly to herself; the people who drooled after him were most likely dumber than he, talking wouldn't be a problem. She found herself glaring a bit. "Wanna go down to the park?" 2D suddenly asked; he was standing before Noodle had even replied, swaying a little precariously on the incline. "C'mon," He held out an overly large hand, Noodle taking it with a bit of a grin. A few blocks down was a park that'd been abandoned for so long no one went there anymore, not even the prowling hobos of the night. The rumors of haunt was what kept them all out, mainly, rumors that had actually been started by Murdoc's howls, as he occasionally chose the cement play tunnels to lament over his life in the dead of night. Leafless trees were all that grew up from the dead grass, their finger like shadows waving at 2D and Noodle in the orange glow from the streetlamps. 2D followed at a slow walk when Noodle bounded over to the swing sets, leaning against the metal bars and watching her for a bit. He would've liked to have joined in, but stuff like swings gave him terrible headaches. He settled for looking cool smoking and keeping a look out for any stray ghouls, though it was a bit hard to maintain with Noodle's fluffy white sweater riding well over his belly. His eyes followed Noodle's wide arc when she leaped from the peak of her momentum, the small frame hitting the pebbly ground in a roll. "You really think this place is haunted?" Noodle approached 2D, her cheeks pink from the cold and an excited air about her after her swing set jump. "Nah." The two began a slow walk through the park, following the concrete path away from the light of the streetlamps. "And why not?" "Dunno," 2D shrugged, flicking his cigarette butt into a nearby ashtray. "Ghosts 'n' things like people, don' they? Del 'n' the rest hung out in Russel, didn't mess around haunting parks 'n' shit." Noodle couldn't help but blink a little in surprise that such a sensible statement came from 2D. Then again, he wasn't all dumb, and then again maybe it wasn’t that sensible. Despite his words however, she still felt a growing unease as they continued deeper into the park, shadowy jungle gyms and chain link fences looming in the growing darkness, the chains of swing sets creaking eerily. "Everyone says though," Noodle continued, her voice lowering despite herself, "that they can hear, things, here at night..." She trailed off, moving closer to 2D so that their arms were brushing. It wasn't like her to be afraid of anything, but the thing was, you couldn't hit a ghost. All her training and technique was useless against something paranormal. Even still, it had never been her vice, but the atmosphere was doing its best to remedy that. The wind seemed to be blowing more heavily, the gnarled trees reaching out towards them and odd howls emanating from the cement tunnels being gusted through. It reminded Noodle of the Goosebumps books she used to read when first learning English, and not in a good way. Particularly in a Dead House way, the only scary Goosebumps book out there. "2D," She was holding onto his arm now, 2D himself grinning at her in surprise. "Blimey Noodle, not usually like this," He put his arm around her shoulders; she had stopped them walking, and was staring ahead with widening eyes. "2D," She said again, tugging his arm. "What-?" He finally followed her stare, blinking at what, a ways off in the distance, appeared to be two glowing red orbs. Slowly, as the wind howled and the trees creaked and the full moon shone overhead, 2D's other arm went around Noodle, hugging her tightly in as much fear as her returning grip held. "What-," "Is-," "That?" They both spoke for each other, when suddenly, accompanied by another massive gust of wind, a terrible howling and creaking rent the night. The red orbs suddenly vanished, leaving 2D and Noodle to run for their lives back up the concrete path. Neither could hear the other's screams over their own, and neither stopped running until the park was far behind. They'd reached the end of the street, both heaving underneath the flickering yellow light of a streetlamp, hands on their knees. "I, I think-," 2D was slapping his hand about Noodle's shoulder, trying to communicate. "Shut, shut up," Noodle breathed, pushing him away and massassging out a stitch in her side. The cold air hurt to breathe in, though eventually both Gorillaz had caught enough breath to be able to stand up fairly straight, 2D falling into Noodle shortly after doing so. "I, told, you," Noodle breathed, hiding her face in her sweater on 2D's chest, "I said, I said we better be careful-," "M'sorry, sorry," 2D was hugging Noodle tightly; he stood back with his hands still on her shoulders. "We'll listen to you next time, never going back there," He pointed in the direction of the park, before falling back into the hug. They stood that way for a bit, finding security in the contact and warmth of someone else as the tingles of fear faded. "What was it?" Noodle asked, staring blankly at nothing as she recollected the glowing red dots; the two were now leaning side by side on an iron fence behind them. "Looked like the fucking boogieman," 2D muttered, biting at one of his nails. "You wanna like, get back to the house?" Noodle asked, once again starting to feel unease as the wind picked up once more. "Yeah, yeah let's go..." Some time later and the two were sat on the couch in front of the TV, a blanket wrapped around them both and hot chocolate steaming in their hands. 2D had actually suggested watching Dawn of the Dead, to which Noodle had vehemently protested against, instead popping in The Iron Giant. 2D liked The Iron Giant, but it didn't leave him riveted, and it wasn't long before the sleepy man was nodding off, his head lolling awkwardly on his shoulders before Noodle forced him to just give it up and lay down. He was asleep by the time she did the same, the couch being big enough and 2D being thin enough for her to lie very snug against his side. In his sleep he constricted his arms around her, muttering something indistinguishable but leaving them ever closer when his hold slackened somewhat. Noodle was fine with it. He still smelled like delicious butterscotch, and the familiarity of it coupled with one of her favorite movies sounding the background all but completely drove the scary park occurrence from her mind. She tucked the blanket more snugly around them both, shutting her eyes and listening to 2D's heart while her head rose and fell on his chest with his breathing. It was probably just a cat or something anyway.