#i love marijuana

[nailbitters]

W/ my favourite

[afewproblems]

Season 2 Halloween AU Part Three

Part One, Part Two

Eddie waits till the end of the day to strike.

It's after four, and almost everyone has left for the day with the exception of the teachers and the janitor --who has already given Eddie the stink eye for remaining after hours for 'no reason'.

But Eddie does have a reason, a pretty decent one too.

He's waiting for King-Steve to get out of detention.

Turns out it didn't take until lunch for the whole school to hear about Harrington and Wheeler. In fact, the way Eddie heard, Steve had been ambushed not two minutes after his conversation with Nancy by Hagan and Hargrove.

Now here was where the story differed depending on who you heard it from.

Tammy Thompson told her lunch table that Steve freaked out when Hargrove started talking shit about Nancy.

Mark Holmes told Jim Cutter that Hagan got punched in the face and Hargrove was simply defending his friend from Steve.

Sarah March told Jeff in their homeroom that Steve wound up with a black eye after gym class that morning and was almost suspended for the week.

Eddie knows there must be a thread of truth linking all of these stories together. And at this point, he'd much rather hear it straight from the source.

Plus with a black eye Harrington would be needing those glasses back.

Eddie snaps the gum in his mouth and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he leans against locker 109, certain that Steve will have to stop by before he leaves.

"Munson?"

Speak of the devil.

Eddie tilts slightly in the direction of the voice and blows out a low whistle at the sight of the shiner on Steve's face.

It's already a deep purple, though it isn't as swollen as Eddie would have thought. It matches the colour of the bags under Steve's good eye and is accentuated by how strangely pale he looks today. Steve's lip is also split down the middle, blood staining his polo collar.

Huh, so it didn't happen in gym.

"Looks like someone had an interesting day," Eddie smiles as he crosses one leg over the other and taps the tip of his chuck on the linoleum, Steve winces at the harsh squeak it makes.

"Look Munson, whatever you want, just get it over with," Steve manages to say through gritted teeth, his hands have clenched into loose fists but the same tremor from the night before has returned in full force.

Eddie pushes himself off of Steve's locker and watches as the other man tenses. Eddie rolls his eyes and reaches behind himself, grabbing the shades from where they are hanging off his back pocket. Steve's gaze follows Eddie's movements and barely halts a flinch as the sunglasses are tossed into his chest.

Steve only seems to catch them with his latent jock ability but still nearly drops them in surprise.

"You left these in my van last night," Eddie shrugs at the way Steve's head tilts slightly, he looks from the glasses in his hand to Eddie and back again with a frown.

"Oh," he breathes out, and the tension drops from Steve's frame like the strings holding him up are all at once severed.

"First a taxi service, now a courier," Eddie smirks, dropping his left hand to his hip, "how ever will you make it up to me Harrington?"

Steve grimaces, rubbing a hand down his face, he winces as it brushes the deepening bruise under his eye, "I'm sure you're about to tell me".

Eddie grins, pretending to consider his options as he lifts a ringed hand to his chin to hold it thoughtfully for a beat while Steve stands before him, looking more and more frustrated with every passing second.

"Where's the fun in that?" Eddie says with a sly smile as he steps closer, nearly into Steve's space, and leans in.

"Maybe you'll owe me one," Eddie winks as he says it before dropping his voice into a wheezing Italian affectation, "perhaps one day soon I'll call upon you for a favor--"

"What?" Steve sputters out in a strangled laugh, leaning away from Eddie's sudden proximity.

From this angle Eddie can see the slightest flush creeping down Steve's neck.

"The Godfather? You know?" Eddie raises an eyebrow at the blank expression on Steve's face, "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse?"

Steve's brow pinches in confusion as he shakes his head.

"I mean," Eddie huffs, moving out of Steve's space again, "you'd probably like it, you have plenty of practice rejecting offers don't ya big boy?"

It takes a second for the words to register for both of them.

Steve's eyebrows cut creases across his forehead as they rise into his hair and Eddie immediately wants to fling himself off the gymnasium roof.

Of all the stupid, stupid things--

"Is this about the weed?" Steve asks slowly with a frown wrinkling his nose, it would be cute if Eddie wasn't beside himself with relief.

Focus.

"Yup," Eddie manages to say with a straight face despite the way his heart is racing. He clears his throat and leans backwards to drape himself against the lockers again, miscalculating how far he's moved away from them after Steve showed up.

Eddie loses his footing and slams into the metal with a loud bang, sliding down onto the floor in a leather clad heap.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hears from above him, opening his eyes to find a pair of wide hazel ones staring into his own.

"Did you hit your head?"

Eddie ignores the question and the heat that rises in his face and ears. He wants nothing more at this moment than to tell Steve to fuck off, to leave him to crawl into a hole now and finally live the rest of his days as a Hobbit.

But King-Steve is persistent.

"Come on Munson, we should go before someone comes to see what happened, I'm not getting another detention for you," Steve huffs as he holds a hand out in front of Eddie.

Eddie looks from the outstretched hand in front of him, to Steve's face. His stupid, earnest, beautiful face, and takes his hand, grunting as he rises back to his feet.

A door opens down the hall, near the admin office and both men freeze as a pair of heels begin to click and clack their way down the hall.

"Shit," Eddie hisses at the same time Steve barks out a frantic, "Go, go, go!"

They scramble to get away from the lockers and make a beeline for the side exit, a mixture of laughter and curses echoing after them.

Eddie doesn't stop running until he reaches the driver's side door of his van.

He pants out a wild laugh and shakes his head as Steve bends at the waist with his hands braced on his knees. When Steve rights himself, there's a flush of exertion and a bright smile that is only slightly marred by the black eye and split lip.

"You're a trip Harrington," Eddie breathes out before clutching his throat, "I think I swallowed my gum back there".

Steve laughs loud and bright and Eddie can't help but watch the way his head tips back, exposing the long column of his neck. He looks up again, his eyes seem to search Eddie's face briefly before he shakes his head with an expression Eddie's never seen before.

"Yeah well," Steve huffs, his good eye crinkles at the corner from his smile, "you're not what I thought you'd be like either Munson".

And Eddie just doesn't know what to do with that.

Instead, he clears his throat and kicks at a piece of gravel that careens across the empty student parking lot.

"Where's your noble steed?" Eddie asks, his head on swivel. Harrington's car was fairly iconic around here, no way it would have been missed among the sea of beat up Ford's and Gremlins.

Steve tilts his head and frowns slightly, "I left it at Tina's remember?"

And yeah, shit, that makes sense, he must have caught the bus that morning and completely missed it with detention.

"...do you need a ride?"

"Okay".

Part four up!

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[friendamedes]

shes exactly as nervous about everything as she used to be. also, you know, which confused and hormonal twelve year old WOULDN'T get their wires crossed about a fuckass triangle wearing a snazzy little hat and threatening their family?? right??? right??????

one of baby dipper's early "huh..." moments.

i like to think they have some kind of casual lesbian situationship when they're both a bit older. doesn't last long but it's fun.

(... dipper's even more paranoid when she smokes)

[gaydavidtennant]

i said this Btw

"Hey sharks! I will give you 5% for this pizza parlour its got animateonics and i invented this idea myself, me, william afton"

[blackhholes]

teen wolf meme: [1/4] families -> the argents

Our family has a surprisingly progressive tradition. Knowing wars and violence are typically started by men, we place the final decisions - the hard ones - with the women. Our sons are trained to be soldiers. Our daughters... to be leaders.

[milkboxgalore]

[banjopolishh]

fiddauthor shotgunning weed smoke.. gay stoners YAYYYY

[stonedstoned2thebone]

🦇 It’s frickin bats and a blunt 💨

🎃 I love Halloween 🎃

[ribs02]

so i got this new brush

[dinosaurwithablog]

Hamilton Burger was the best prosecuting attorney that ever faced Perry Mason. You'll notice that he's not in season 3 of the show. Apparently, William Talman, who portrayed Hamilton Burger, allegedly smoked marijuana at a party that he attended. The party had been raided by the police. Although, William entered a non guilty plea to misdemeanor charges, he was fired by CBS because they said that he had violated his morals clause. The fans were enraged as was the cast. The cast said that they might not return to the show unless CBS rehired William Talman. As we know, CBS did rehire him, and all was as it should be, once again, on Perry Mason. That's spectacular loyalty to a good friend. I love the cast for standing by him during this ordeal. I have great respect for what they did. 😁😍

[break-a-neck]

Weed is not enough, I need hard drugs

[dirthousewhore]

spent a while makin these b4 bed :3 featuring my darth vader grinder bcs i love him.

[barbedwirechain]

a joint uh day keeps the homicides at bay

[milkboxgalore]

[wind-up-thancred]

post ARR

---

"hey."

"mmm. evening." thancred is leaned against the stone foundation, a lit cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. his gaze is cast off towards the sea, and from katsu's position, his silvery locks obscure his face.

"...i imagine the chirurgeons wouldn't be all too chuffed to see you back to smoking so quickly, huh?"

"most likely."

"... um." katsu hesitates. "i don't care much for tobacco myself, to be honest, but i do enjoy fogweed. haven't had any since before i left hingashi, but i chanced upon some at the sapphire exchange earlier." he opens his left palm to reveal a modestly-sized roll. "could i... smoke with you? if that's alright?"

thancred heaves a weary sigh as he stares out into the murky, starless night sky hanging heavy above the ocean. to katsu, his expression is unreadable. "the gods will smite us all the same anyways." he shrugs, then cocks his head to the empty space at his side. "come."

katsu flashes a grateful smile and takes his place next to thancred. the hyur retrieves a match from his pocket, deftly strikes it against the wall behind them, and offers it up towards his friend. katsu leans down gently to graze the tip of his blunt against the resulting flame.

together, they are both quiet for a few long moments. the only sound to punctuate the resulting silence is the periodic lazy sloshing of the waves against horizon's docks.

it is peaceful.

[arctic-hands]

It's really fucking funny living in a blue state during marijuana decriminalization bc I now have multiple doctors encouraging me to take cannabis for my chronic pain ten years after an entire childhood of being told just smoking a joint once would ruin my entire life as I descend into drugged out debauchery