#i love the smell of cigarettes

[kookiekult]

I think a hug from him would cure me of all my ailments physically and mentally

[silna-pdf]

Don’t like this guy but Neil Newbon is.. nice to look at to say the least

[lesbokyoko]

Thick and heavy cigarette smoke permeated the humid air

"I think I'm in love with you."

[sketchyspirit]

"Glad you came"

commission for the fanfic Moonlight Serenade by @renlyslittlerose <3

please reblog, I paint for the # comments  

[unspecifiedfigure]

redraw of one of my first steddie pieces!! <3

[dozydawn]

Photographed by Ron Galella, 1985.

[buwheal]

ouhhhh debating whether or not i want to show these but i cant help myself... when im bored i love love love to think up just. poses and activities. for you to interrupt him in. (bottom left excluded this is my doodle page) And i dont think ill do any of these soon anyways. besides the top right one. which you wont see. one million things for him to do..... I can do anything i want.... and i can make /him/ do anything i want.... Is the point of the askbox not just for you to hang around with him during his day? his week?? his year???

[melljam]

to deliver a promise with a last gift

[rsanchezslut]

ALL HONESTY i do think Rick has it in him to be a comforting presence if you catch him at the right time. It’s one of the pros of being someone sort of … new… in his life: even though he’s fucked up in front of you before, he also hasn’t exactly… traumatized you, if that makes sense?

When he’s with Beth, there’s always going to be her memories of abandonment by him, and with Morty and Summer, there’s the anxiety that comes from their youth and all the resentment it bears for having been thru some of the things that he put them thru.

But with you? There’s no preexisting relationship to damage. There’s no history of turmoil that was caused by his actions, no baggage that needs unpacking, or even something good in your memory for him to ruin. There’s simply just you and Rick as you met, for all that entails; the good, the bad, and the ugly.

And in the same way Rick is learning to be more gentle with his family (especially after all this time), he’s learning to be gentle with his partners, too. Doesn’t mean he’s not thee Rick Sanchez anymore, smartest man in the universe, all logic and sarcasm and cold ferocity in the face of taking what belongs to him…

Just that there are moments now, becoming more and more frequent as he heals, where he’s able to find a little something warm inside himself just for someone he cares about, maybe even loves—when an adventure went rough and suddenly he’s sweating a little bit to prove to you everything’s okay. When you need a little pep talk in the morning to get you out of bed, and he’s there with a spank or a snuggle to get you smiling and ready for day. Or moments when you get home at two am and he’s already waiting for you with half a drink to share, a movie on and open arms for you to fall asleep in.

Rick almost forgot he even knew how to be a loving man. But being with you is reminding the world, is reminding him, too, that he’s always been a little soft and loving at heart.

[snivyartjpeg]

oh my god they were roommates

[moodymisty]

Calgar was so Daddy in SM2 no guillotine could take away the head I give him I would do all the work while he reclines on his throne and smokes a cigar. I would be choking and gargling on it and he would only need to give me an unimpressed look with an eye brow cocked and I would cum untouched. Need him in a way that ruins all the progress feminism has made.

Concrete mixer daddy got people acting unwise

[scholliski]

I’m deeply grateful that as a fandom we’ve generally come the same conclusion that from now on Neils fondness for smoking was because it reminded him of his mother smoking, as opposed to reminding him her burning burning corpse….

[vibe-stash]

All the President's Men (1976)

Director: Alan J. Pakula DOP: Gordon Willis Production Design: George Jenkins Set Decoration: George Gaines

[cherries-in-wine]

Oh my god babe your chain smoking ass is so Lana del Rey ultraviolence lipstick stains on cigarettes girl in red charred black tissue lung cancer core 🎀

[hairscare]

new york amtrak is actually evil i think

[sheltershock]

I don’t know if anyone else has thought about it, but I think the first time Sasha and Milla met would have gone terribly. Because if you imagine what it’s like meeting them for the first then you think of both of their backgrounds? They would be afraid of each other.

A fire survivor paired up with someone who smells of (cigarette) smoke? With someone who smells like death?

Someone with complicated mother-related issues being paired with a cheerful, outwardly affectionate girl? With someone who’s calling everyone “dear, darling, sweetie, honey, baby”?

They could have that “love at first sight” trope where they meet for the first time and get butterflies in their stomach. But the butterflies are on fire, and screaming, and chewing through their skin because it’s trauma-induced anxiety.

And they smile through their teeth trying to get through the interaction. But then he gets her name wrong, and her heart skips a beat and she has to tuck a suddenly levitating piece of hair behind her ear and they find the other endearing to the point that they can’t bring each other to hold this pain against them. They both intimately understand it’s purely them, and not the other person’s fault.

And over time they spend more and more time together and those butterflies begin to still. Brutal, breath stealing smoke starts to feel more like a gentle hearth you’d crawl next to. Oppressive, maniacal smiles more closely resemble the small grin you’d have when you listen to a song for the first time you know you’ll play over and over again. And then one day neither one of them don’t feel any of that anxiety at all, and they start to realize after that feeling goes away that they might be in love with each other.