#smoked a bowl before

[lesbojughead]

chapter fifty one big fun time 🙏🙏🙏 archosie welcome home <3

[doki-doki-imagines]

I have a request :) liu kang, raiden, shang tsung and smoke's child trying to get out of training by pretending they're sick. (Dad *cough* I'm sick) 🤣

Liu Kang: -He looks at them, poker face. -"You know you can't fool me, right?" No anger nor annoyance in his voice, just a hint of amusement. -His kid groans when he pulls off the covers. -A full smile appears on Liu Kang's face after his kid pushes him out to prepare for the day. Memories of him trying the same thing with Raiden and with the same result. -Kung Lao has always been the more convincing actor between the two.

Raiden: -Full believes his kid. He tells his child to rest and keep warm. -Raiden goes to the training ground, Kung Lao soon walking to him. -"So, where is your kid?" "Illness, probably they didn't cover enough when training outside." Raiden replies, face still looking at the trainees. "Incredible, sick exactly for legs day." Lao says, tongue-in-cheek, eyes twinkling in michief. Raiden doesn't utter a word, the words of his friend running in circles in his brain. -"Raiden, do you remember when we trained together?" "Yes, I do." "Was I ever sick?" "At times." Raiden smirks, knowing full well where the conversation is going. "Was I ever sick, for real?" Raiden finally looks at his friend, a foxy smile on Lao's face. -Raiden crosses his arms, eyes again on the trainees. -A long talk awaits his kid.

Shang Tsung: -"How stupid can you be to think you could fool me?" -His kid didn't even have the time to open his mouth, Shang Tsung understanding his intention with just a glance. -The apple never falls far away from the tree, they say. -But his kid still has a long way to go if they wanna surpass the father…

Tomas Vrbada: -He is ass at understanding if people are sick using his hand, so the next move is- -"Stay there, I'm gonna ask mom to feel your temperature." It's time to sweat cold, kid. -The kid get away with it, but your words are still clear in their mind "Do you really want to make your father sad? To make him always suspicious about your every word? You know how much he cares about you. Next time, if you wanna skip speak up, confront is always better than lying." -Who tought a kid could learn this much from a little mischief! The illness excuse will never be used again.

[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

[earlycuntsets]

Ray Toro & Frank Iero horror sequence pulled from Punk Rock Holocaust 2 DVD.

We've been living off the 2 pixel version of this and something had to be done.

[bunnyboy-juice]

ngl. every time i see someone talk about a fairly standard/innocuous bong or pipe that isnt that structurally complex and they talk about the way it would be "impossible" to keep it clean my concern for the ways y'all treat your glass (and therefore your lungs) rises by 10 notches........

[loserfae]

bro we are straiht up smoking drugs 🤣🤣

[rosyredlipstick]

Thinking about them... and by them let's just say. Uh. Scarred will and enchanted nico.

i am also thinking about them anon ALWAYS so to help here's a random but early on section from the next chap :)

Nico stared down at his hands. The iron cuffs were still on his wrists. They’d broken the binding link but not the cuffs just yet, somehow no lockpicks in any of their packs. When Nico caught sight of them, Leo’s wrists were looking worse by the hour, his cloak still in place even with them right along the fire. 

Nico didn’t know what happened next. He had everything down to a T, every step outlined in his head like one of Leo’s list, concise points to check off. And now he had nothing. No gear, no horse, not a coin to his name. Everything felt like it was crumbling around him.

“Travis,” one of the women called as she approached, Nico’s gaze snapped to hers automatically. It was the same woman who’d pulled him out of the lake, now tossing over a waterskin. “Here.” 

Nico took it just to hold, watching as she sat across from him on the other side of the fire, no reason for it at all. She looked to Leo, his head pillowed on his arms, then back to Nico, sitting between him and the world. 

“On watch?” Bianca asked, an amused curve to her voice. “Me too.” 

Nico glanced at the front of the camp. There was a woman perched scanning their surroundings, different than the one who’d been there earlier. 

“Phoebe’s watching the perimeter,” she allowed. “I have a different assignment.” 

Bianca was sitting facing them head-on. Nico made sure she could see his eyeroll, not choosing to comment on that even a little bit. 

In his silence, Bianca continued. “Zoë said a group can go out tomorrow morning to walk you guys back through Sherwood.” 

Zoë, the leader. Nico gave her a brisk shake of his head. “We don’t need an escort.” 

Bianca cast a look over him, so unimpressed he was insulted. “Sure. Anyway, we’re leaving at dawn.” 

This was getting worse with every second. “We?” 

“We,” Bianca agreed. “And we’re not making any bathroom breaks. Be ready, we don’t wait around.” 

Nico was hardly in a position to fight about it. From every other gaze catching on them sitting at the fire, they’d only literally cut their chains, nothing more or less. But he never went easy. “We’ll be fine. I know Sherwood.”

“Zoë insists,” Bianca informed him, pleasant. “So, dawn?” 

Nico didn’t waste another eyeroll on her but felt one deep in his soul. 

The Huntresses wanted to see them clear of their area. Probably take the convoluted way out and get them mixed up before throwing them on a path far, far away from their base camp. It was somewhat cynical of them. Nico wholeheartedly approved. 

“Whatever,” Nico said. “I’ll let Connor know when he wakes.” 

Bianca gave him an approving nod. She’d changed into dry clothing since this morning, now in a simple tunic and lace-up vest, pads on her elbows and knees. It was predictable gear for traveling rough but a step above what Nico usually saw. Sitting at her side, she had a helmet with polished horns on the sides and hooked teeth at the cowl. The others had similar accessories, bleached bones strung through their armor and along their necklines. On Bianca’s feet, she had a pair of thick boots made of shining green scales, iridescent. Huntresses, they’d introduced themselves as. 

“You’re monster hunters,” Nico said, a realization. 

She flashed him a smile. She’d pulled out a knife and a thick stick, shaving the end off. “The Queen may have burned most of the magic out of this place, but not all the creatures. Someone’s gotta take care of them.”

So they did. Nico felt an unwilling bloom of respect. “You guys good at it?” 

She seemed satisfied to just answer the question. “The best.” 

[quicksilversquared]

Once again, it got warm outside today (and thus hot inside) and once again, one of my roommates decided that that means that she needs to go plant her ass out on the porch from the moment that it starts cooling down (so... like, 7pm) until, like, midnight, smoking endless cigarettes. AKA meaning I can't have my fan on and cool this room off.

Like, one cigarette? Annoying but fine. But every fucking time I turn my window fan on- and it is now 10pm, and I'm getting tired- I get a face full of cigarette smoke either immediately or just a couple minutes later.

....really hoping that she moves out over the summer and gets replaced by someone with a) less of an addiction and b) more of a sense of. Like. 'Hey, I live in a community and my actions affect other people,maybe I should act like it?'

[itsjaywalkers]

showing u all how ridiculously bad i am at bowling even tho i work at a bowling alley with these scoreboards of the 3 games i played today after they let me finish my shift early (the first one was against the chefs) (the second one was against one of my managers) (the last one was with one of the chefs aka my best friend at work)

also . name reveal ig???

[halfelf]

had my first panic attack the other day… shit was horrible my heart was poundinggg i thought i was actually going to die

[noodlebrainfog]

i feeeeel stuuuuuck 🤧

[bodythieves]

god. god if you were real you would’ve replaced SpongeBob with me. You would’ve. Let me be SpongeBob in this picture. God

[couldyoualways]

Took me about an hour and a half to learn happy birthday on the keyboard. Idk if that’s slow or normal or maybe even fast 🤨

[vaeolus]

i was watching a streamer i like today and he mentioned he'd never listened to any k/pop song all the way through and i said "not even jopping?? when we jumping and we popping we jopping??" and he said "when we jumping and we popping..... we jopping...... so true..... i have no idea what you're talking about." and i was too high to not lose my shit

[singedbutter]

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[flyingspicerack]

psa to anyone reading this