#smokin trees

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Bard-aby <3 except he's only loosely a bard bc i don't subscribe to absolutes <3

rambles:

BARNABY WITH PANTS??? BLASPHEMY!!! however this is a (dnd-inspired) fantasy au so. pants! loose pants tucked into modified boots because no one can tell me No!

based off of Clown's pokemon au human Barn, it seems like he might be a bit of a jewelry guy! he was wearing rings! and had an earring! also i think Barn just looks great w/ some extra shinies, yk yk

since ties aren't really a Thing in fantasy settings, i combined the iconic pattern w/ his vest for a two-in-one. then suspenders bc they fuck severely! his belt buckle is a bone both as a nod to the pattern on his tie / house decoration, and to go along with how Wally has an apple buckle! besties stay twinning!

you can't see it but on his other side he has his pack & his smoking pipe holster, which attaches to his belt! it's very high quality leather that he spent so much money on. his pipe is important to him - he carved it himself out of wood from an important tree from his childhood, so he wants it to be properly stored & protected! he has two kinds of tobacco for it - normal, and magic tobacco that essentially allows him to cast minor spells w/ the smoke

the feathers on his hat are from Ms. Beagle! in my mind he left the farm to go adventuring on a bit of a bad note, but his mama made sure to give him a couple feathers to take with so that she'd always be close <3

he keeps his claws blunt so that he doesn't accidentally scratch people/things, and so that he can play stringed instruments without cutting the strings. while i imagine for this au he plays a wide range, he prefers Loud Handheld Instruments that allow him to sing along. so in mind he has an Accordion here! loud! jaunty! but i imagine he also keeps a recorder in his pack for when Frank needs annoying. (he did have a lute, but he broke it over someone's head in the act of defending Wally's honor)

im still trying to pin down the right balance of colors for his outfit, but! for a little au tidbit - all of his spots are the same two blues as his ears. in this im imagining that he, at a young age, learned a very basic cosmetic spell that allowed him to change his spots color to mimic Ms. Beagle's! he wanted to look like his mama! but by the time he's in his late 20s he no longer changes his spots

ohhhh i forgot to add his pockets. Oh Well

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

Hilarie: James had fun this episode. You can tell how much fun he was having because in the beginning he's playing Slamball and then he gets tangled up in the Owen/Brooke shit and then he gets tangled up in the Mouth/Gigi shit and then he's super flirty with his wife which I liked.

Sophia: I love it.

Hilarie: And he had a great scene with Lucas too. The brother scene where Nathan's making pancakes.

Sophia: And that scene in particular, I thought was so sweet because you're right. You can see what a good mood James is in every day and I love because they're having so much fun and it's such a light conversation, that he's the one who looks at Lucas like, hey you big dummie, have you not considered the women you need to talk to? It's so funny when he's like, Brooke's the other 50%. Like, do you remember your own life? It made me really giggle out loud.

Hilarie: Yeah, he was great this episode and I think seeing Nathan funny is not what we're used to. He's been Eeyore and now he's fuckin Tigger, man! He's bouncing all over the place being funny. His advice to Owen is great... what did he say?

Sophia: He talks about "all the worst mistakes you ever made, 1-99 was blowing it with Brooke Davis." "What's the other one?" "The haircut, the drug addiction"

Hilarie: What was wrong with his haircut?

Sophia: Nothing. It was just such a troll and it was so funny.

Hilarie: But he (Owen) and Nathan don't look disimilar in size. Did we have James standing on something or is he that tall?

Sophia: James is pretty tall. He's like 6'2 and Joe's like 6'5. We had a lot of tall boys on our show.

Hilarie: We had the tallest cast on TV. Any other show, they were much, much, much shorter. And people would comment on that all the time when we did press. They were like, this cast is big! It made doing coverage shots kind of hard because we would have to stand on boxes so you could see us over their shoulders.

Sophia: Oh my god, apple boxes all the time.

🔥❤️Drama Queens Podcast🔥❤️

[pjackk]

Gettin out like a peach tree hot summer breeze we want out like the sunshine we all want out campfires n smores made of blades n guns we want out when we get out bury us n its on when we get out bury us n its a celebration on lets get our bling bling on when we get out when we get out bury us with all our platinum on its a celebration on invite all the blocks we can the whole block when we get out bury us with all our gold on its a celebration on when we get out bury us with all our diamonds on peaches and lakes on a summer day like gettin out when we get out bury us with all our bling bling on its a celebration on bury us cuz we got it in the back a hard one when we want out we want out like the best Christmas early sun in the summer its a celebration on everyone wanna get a celebration on when we get out all the haters fiddin to pout cant tell me it aint lets get it goin then we all hate it here like a campfire at the beach n all our friend drank on smokin on n were all obsessed with dyin..

[andreaheartscats]

doing Sal's hair

-> honestly i can't remember if i did this already or not but whatever, even if i did im doing it again. Also hi! hello there i haven't written anything in a while so sorry about that! here is a little something :) <-

-> Sal called you through the walkie-talkie he gave you a while ago. You didn't use it much, only when one of your amazing friends called.

-> "Hey, you busy right now?" you could hear his voice over little static going on. His voice was so calmming to hear, but that's not the point now.

-> You take the walkie-talkie from your bedside table and press a button. "Nope, why?"

-> you waited a minute or two before you heard the static again and then Sals voice.

-> "Wanna come to the tree house to hang out?"

-> almost without any thinking you answeard him quickly with a shor and simple answear. "yes."

-> upon walking to the tree house, you climbed the old ladder up. The smell of weed almsot immediately hit you.

The tree house was known for yalls smokin' spot. So no wonder it smelled like weed.

Sal was already there sitting in one of the bean bags waiting for you and infront of him was a little table filled with.. hair ties? and a hairbrush.

You took a look around and notice Larry wasn't there.

"Hey Sal.. wheres Larry?"

"Busy helping Lisa around the apartmants"

You nodded at took a seat next to him while popping open a can of soda.

"wanna do my hair?"

the question was soo random but you jumped in excitement cause who doesn't want to play with/ do Sals hair?

thankfully Sal was comfortable enough around you so he could take his mask off.

"Alright.. what you wanna do with your hair? got anything in mind?"

you asked him while getting comfortable behind him so you could do his hair.

Sal stayed queit for a moment before he finally said. "Im just bored of my pigtails.. just do whatever you want"

you GASPED.

bored?! of his pigtails!?..

oh well, you had the chance do to whatever you want with his hair so youre not letting it go to waste!

"okay then!"

you undid his pigtails and his blue haired reached almost pass his shoulders. it grew queit a lot!

you already had an idea in your head.. half up-half down bun!

you sectioned the back hair and brushed it gently so you dont prick his hair.

Sal handed you two hair ties which you put around yoir wrist.

your tung stuck out while tying a half ponytail and then twisting it into a bun.

after a little bit of struggling you finally did it!

"there! all done!" you said proudly at yourself.

Sal took a mirror to look at his hair, it suited him really well and the most important thing is that his mask can still be easily clipped on!

"woow.. this looks soo cool. I look so cool!"

Sal said while smiling a little, you could tell by the way his eyes got smaller from under the mask he just put on.

The two of you were hanging out, trying many more hair styles on Sals hair and laughed a lot together. It was one of the best weekends ever that a perosn could ask for.

[lilacsmothership]

smokin sands 💜🐺🐱🏜✨

it's a cool spring morning in the Salamanca desert when Sage and Ponderosa break out the smokes at the midway of Osa's inspection hike, shaded by a bushy tree sprouted by the massive nutrient pipeline. beneath their warm chatter, quiet desert air emphasizes the low rumble of fluid surging down the mesas and pulsing thrum of powerful pumps, toward another "pump oasis" nestled in a distant valley beneath Parsawan's planetary companions and the badlands beyond.

artfight for sage, the loveliest yote!

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 | dark!jim hopper x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | smoking with eddie was supposed to help you relax... instead, it forced you to decide how far you're willing to go to keep your record clean.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | dubcon/noncon smut (oral m receiving and creampie), slight innocence kink, significant age gap, semi-public sex, kinda mean hopper, handcuffs, coercion, bargaining, abuse of power, very slight/ambiguous eddie x reader if you squint, thicc pre-season 4 hopper the way god intended, slight angst

Eddie did have a tendency to get a little paranoid during a smoke session— a side effect of the product— but maybe you should’ve listened to him this time.

“Do you hear that?” he hissed as you handed the rolled paper back to him.  “Dude, there’s someone out there!"

“Who would be in the woods, this far from town, this late at night?” you rolled your eyes.

Well, the answer to that question is two-fold: stoners, and someone who’s looking for them.

A flashlight suddenly appeared from the trees, and your eyes went wide.

"Shit!" Eddie yelped, jumping up and tossing the joint— even though it was quite too late for that— and starting to run around like a chicken with its head cut off for somewhere to go.  But he couldn't exactly hide behind a tree, because this wasn't a cartoon, and getting back in the car wouldn't really get him anywhere.

So, he ended up basically circling the van and slamming directly into Chief Hopper who looked even more pissed than he had when you first spotted him.

"Uh, hey— funny running into you here, Mr. Chief, sir," Eddie joked as you sighed in disappointment and irritation at his idiocy.

"Get back over there, dummy," Hopper groaned as he shoved Eddie aside, tossing the guy into you— you would've both fallen over if you hadn't basically caught him, and your friend looked pretty disoriented by the whole thing.  

The chief flicked off his flashlight; it wasn’t actually really necessary, with how bright the moon was tonight, but your eyes had to adjust to the dark all over again.

"Two kids smokin' dope in the woods," Hopper observed.  "Munson, this is far from our first conversation— but you—"

He ran his gaze over you as you leaned back against the back of the van, and you felt conflicted about your body's response to his sizing-up.

"I expected better from you."

He reached for the cuffs at his belt, quickly grabbing Eddie by the elbow and turning him around with an unceremonious thud against the van.

"H-hey, not so rough," Eddie chuckled thinly, "it's my first time."

You rolled your eyes; did he always have to make stupid jokes like that?  "It is most certainly not, Munson," Hopper returned firmly.  "And I'm sure the judge will take that into account before he goes easy on you again.  You might wanna practice that 'not so rough' line again before you end up in jail, kid."

Eddie winced, and not from the tightness of the cuffs.  He was finally taking this seriously— finally realizing he was looking at more than community service or a fine this time.  

Hopper stepped up to you next, but you didn't put up nearly as much of a fight— and he was more gentle with you, far more… he even seemed to linger for a moment as he held your wrist.

It was incredibly subtle, but it was all it took for you to know you had a chance.  A chance you were just desperate enough to take.

"Why?" you asked suddenly, heart already racing.

"Hm?"

"Why did you expect better from me?"

There was a silent moment as Hopper considered that question, and Eddie gave you a confused look.

"I heard you were a good girl," Hopper eventually answered.

You smirked a bit, turning around to face the chief with a feigned look of confidence.  "Well, you heard wrong."

"V'never heard of you gettin' in this much trouble before," he replied.  "Not with the law, at least."

"That's ‘cause I don't do bad things to get into trouble, sir," you added pointedly, looking up at him and seeing the look in his eyes change a bit.  "I do bad things to get out of trouble."

You didn't really notice him getting closer until you felt it— felt that gap close as his body brushed against yours, and fuck he was tall 'cause you had to crane your neck all the way back to keep your eyes on his face (though they did briefly dart down to the badge on his chest).

"You know, I never saw you smoke," he noticed, voice lowering.  "Maybe you were just an innocent bystander.  You kinda have that look about you— innocent…"

He ran his finger over your jaw, until he was lifting your chin a little too forcefully.

"I like that," he added.

Your stomach dropped, but you couldn't back away— he had you pressed up against the van, every part of you was at his mercy now, even your freedom.

"Don't fucking touch her, pig," Eddie growled.

"Eddie, shut up," you snapped at him, not wanting him to dig the hole any deeper— or blow your chances of getting him out of it.

“Why don’t you get in the van and mind your own business, son,” Hopper encouraged, stepping away from you to hold up the key for Eddie’s cuff’s teasingly.  “Think you can do that?”

Eddie sneered at first, looking away.  “Ed, please,” you said, a little softer, and he sighed.  Hopper approached Eddie, who looked like he was barely containing his rage and disgust, as the chief unlocked his cuffs less than a minute after he’d put them on.

“Old creep…” Eddie muttered under his breath when he was freed, rubbing his wrists nervously, before he looked at you.  “Are you seriously gonna—?”

"Eddie," you said sternly.  "Get. in. the van."

He groaned but obeyed, walking past you both with a grimace, hopping up in the driver's seat and shutting the door behind him.

"That your boyfriend?" Hopper asked when you were (sort of) alone.

You sighed.  "Just a friend," you insisted.

"Hm," he replied, smirking a little.  "Bet he wants you."

"What makes you think that?"

"'Cause who wouldn't?" he purred.  "Body like this…"

You shivered as his hand ran down your back, slowing down as it slid over the curve of your ass.

"A boy that age would have no idea what to do around a body like yours, honey," Hopper added, humming as he brought his hand back up.  "Need a real man to take care of all this."

"Didn't think this was about you taking care of me, Hop," you returned, raising an eyebrow as you looked up at him with his lip between his teeth.  "Thought it was about working my way out of these cuffs."

He grinned at you, though it wasn't exactly a friendly smile.  "No, baby— the cuffs are staying on."

As he pulled you into him, you felt a firm bulge rub against your hip; you gasped a little, fighting the urge to pull away, and tilted your head back as he leaned down to kiss your neck.  "Eddie, too," you whispered.  "If we do this, no charges for Eddie."

Hopper grunted disapprovingly, but you looked up with him with your best ‘please, Daddy’ eyes and bit your lip slightly.  It wasn't quite enough for him, though.  "What's in it for me if I get your friend off?"

"Whatever you want," you blurted out before you really considered what that might entail— you just couldn't let Eddie go to jail.

He purred and grabbed your ass tighter.  "You drive a hard bargain, honey.  But I can't promise anything until you show me what you can do."

Figuring what that likely meant, you slid down until you were on your knees, keeping your eyes up— on him.  It would’ve been harder to keep your balance with your hands behind your back if it weren’t for the van’s bumper right behind you to lean on.  “Y’gonna get it out for me?” you asked him expectantly, and he smirked at you a bit as he reached for his belt.  

There was something about the way he sighed as he did it, about the way he had to reach under his thick belly to do this, about the way his heavy belt clinked as he opened it… you told yourself this was just about the bargain, but you knew there was more to it than that, on some level.

His cock was only half-hard when he pulled it out of his jeans, but already so thick— you were salivating already, but pretty fucking nervous, too.  It was pretty overwhelming to be confronted with what you were about to do in such an obvious way: it all gets a lot more real when there’s a big fucking cock in your face.

Not wanting to make him wait anymore, you leaned forward and took the tip into your mouth, coating it in your spit as you suckled gently… at first.

He hummed a little— you honestly barely heard it— and stiffened a bit more in your mouth.  Soon enough, it was so big that you had to keep your jaw open wide to fit it, and soreness was already starting to set in.  

When you shut your eyes, it was a little easier; you were a little more confident, and you tightened your hands into fists behind your back to stop them from shaking.  Leaning forward more, you took him deeper until his belly bumped against your forehead.  Why did that make your thighs clench together?

His fingers combed over your hair, not quite guiding your head yet but certainly encouraging you to go on.  "Yeah, fuck, that's good— that's really fucking good, keep sucking, baby…" he mumbled, voice thick and sweet like syrup.  The deeper you took him, the more talkative he got; and when you took him all the way to the base, with your nose buried in a patch of curly hair, he moaned louder than ever.

"Shit," he hissed, grabbing the back of your head when you tried to pull away.  "N-no, stay down, need to feel that throat a little longer, fuuuuck…"

You fought harder to pull back, getting dizzy as your coughs and sputters did nothing to give you air.  Only when tears ran down your cheeks and spots filled your vision did he let go, giving you a chance to break away and gasp for air.

He was chuckling lowly as you coughed, smiling down at you proudly even though you weren't much of a sight right now— face swollen and wet with tears, red eyes (even worse than before), on your knees in the leaves and dirt…

"Stand up," he ordered, and you gave him a confused look as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Huh?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Don't you wanna finish?"

He smiled wider.  "That's cute— you were gonna swallow it, too, right?  And you thought that would be enough?"

You started to feel particularly stupid as he yanked you up to your feet.  There was a long, tense silence as he started touching you again— running his hands slowly over your waist, your neck, your hips… 

He started to slowly push your shirt up, but his eyes stayed trained on your face; you must have looked, for once, as nervous as you felt.

He hummed a little as he got your shirt high enough and tugged your bra down; your nipples hardened right away from the chilly breeze, and he toyed with them for a second with his thumbs before groping your chest more confidently with his whole hands— god, they were big, and strong, just like the rest of him.

After unbuttoning your jeans for you, he turned you around quickly and pressed himself against your backside with a purr, slipping a hand down the front of your pants and into your panties.  “Mm,” he emphasized, cupping you and holding you tightly; still cuffed, the position made your hands grab onto his thighs through his pants.

He groaned as his fingers slid between your lips, and you let out a quiet whimper of your own.  

"Oh, fuck— look how wet you are, sweetie," he cooed beside your ear, starting to rub circles around your clit a bit too roughly.  "You like sucking cock in the woods?  Or is it the cuffs?"

You only whimpered a little as he held you tighter.

"Or," he continued, speaking even closer to your ear until his mustache tickled your skin, "is it whoring yourself for a man twice your age?  Is that what gets you off, honey?"

He didn't wait too long for you to answer— he must've known you weren't going to— before he pulled his hand out of your pants and yanked the denim down.  You felt cold and weird and stupid with your bare ass out in the woods; you swallowed down a lump in your throat when you heard Hop shoving his pants lower, too.  "Do you have a condom?" you asked shakily.

"You think I bring condoms on patrol?  What kind of cop do you think I am?"

My pants are around my thighs, Hop, I don't think you're exactly clean…

"No, baby, we don't need one anyways," he decided, rubbing his head around your flexing hole with a sigh.  "God, it's so wet…"

That was his last warning, if you can call it that, before pushing inside; and you accidentally grabbed onto his shirt when your fingers made fists, the sting of pain making your toes curl inside your shoes, too.  You bit your lip so you wouldn’t be too loud, though… you remembered, for a second, that Eddie would hear if you weren’t careful.  That made guilt churn your stomach even more than the Chief’s hand coming down to spank your ass all of a sudden.

“Damn, s’tight,” he chuckled darkly, groaning as he picked up his pace and held your hips steady.  “Sweet fuckin’ pussy… y’like it, sweetie, y’like being fucked?”

Swallowing, you nodded.  “Y-yeah,” you panted softly.

“Louder, honey.”

“Yeah, I like it,” you replied, a little more confident but not exactly ready to shout it out, either.  “Feels good…"

"Bet you wanna cream all over me, huh, baby?"

Well, that would certainly make this more enjoyable— but you didn't need to, really; the pain of the stretch had finally faded and honestly, you were surprised it happened so quickly.  With how thick he was, you were prepared to struggle longer, but if anything your body was giving in, encouraging him, making your back arch deeper and your walls pulse whenever he filled you to the brim.

His hands reached around to cup your tits, and he moaned louder as he felt you up while he fucked you.  When his fingers tweaked your nipples— not too hard, but still a startle— you tensed up inside; and he noticed.  “Oh, they’re sensitive, hm?  Sweet girl…”

Of course, he just did it repeatedly, and more aggressively, until your legs were shaking and you let out a pathetic whine.  “Chief, c’mon…” you pleaded nervously.

“Chief?  Don’t need to be so formal, honey,” he laughed, leaning in a little closer.  “Just call me Jim, okay?”

You really didn’t wanna do that, and you were having a hard time getting much of anything out now anyways: he’d started fucking you harder, deeper, a lot faster… your head was spinning.  At first you’d really just wanted to get this over with, but right now, you never wanted it to stop.  It was so difficult to keep your thoughts straight, you almost told him that, before noticing what a stupid thing that would be to say—

“Fuck, are you close?” he taunted.

“Don’t stop!” you blurted out.  “Please don’t stop, fuck…”

He chuckled proudly, and yep, it was just as stupid a thing to say as you thought it would be; he sounded way too cocky now, and even the way he moved his hips seemed to be more… gloating, than before, if that’s possible.  “Little slut,” he spat, though the insult sounded just as much like a compliment.

“Fuck,” you whispered again.

“I get it, y’know— you’re young and you need a little rebellion,” he said, and in your current state it really didn’t make any sense.  “But reefer’s not worth the trouble.  Why don’t you just let me fuck you when you’re feeling naughty?”

Right now, that didn’t seem like too bad of an idea; you already got the sense this may not be the last time this happened, even if he didn’t catch you smoking pot again.  That feeling was already swelling up inside you, and your throat was dry from breathing heavily— and nearly sore from moaning, even though you’d been trying to fight it.  Your eyes kept rolling back in your head even when they were shut, which they usually were until he brushed your hair aside with his hand and told you to look back at him.

And damn, he was a sight: that look in his eyes was unforgettable, the strain on his face as he drove himself into you over and over.  The curve of his cock stretched you in a way you’d never really felt before, his grip on you was so aggressive and his pace was overwhelming.  He was right, it turns out, when he said that thing before about Eddie and how you needed a ‘real man’ instead.  You protested to that term, but compared to guys your age, this was entirely different— and better.  And supremely fucked up.  And the best dirty deal you’d ever made.

“I-I’m close,” you finally admitted.

“I know,” he mumbled, “go ahead, baby— just come for me.”

It was the way he said it that shook you so much, unexpectedly gentle after so much gruff mocking; it still took you a few more minutes, but you ended up obeying his command pretty easily.

He felt it when you came, groaning through a smile and praising you in a low voice.  You could even hear it, the sticky sound as your cunt soaked him, and he snarled as he looked down at it— he grabbed your ass and pulled it out of the way so he could watch his cock fill your hole.  “God, that’s perfect,” he announced, “you’re so fucking cute.”

Not really the adjective I was expecting after I came on your dick, but I guess I’ll take it.

“Wanna make you do it again,” he admitted, making you swallow nervously, “but we don’t have much more time… and I’m so goddamn close, fuck, you’re just so tight, honey…”

You whimpered and bit your lip, your post-orgasm haze working overtime to keep your shame at bay— but the clarity was due any second now, and it was hard to ignore who this was when he kept moaning louder and louder, sighing your name, touching you and running his hand down your back and promising to fill you with his load—

Wait, he’s gonna do what?

"Pull out," you whimpered.  "Fuck— pull out…"

He only held on tighter to your hips, driving into you deeper as his head fell back in a grunt.

"Hop, pull out!" you yelped, only for a thick, clammy hand to cover your mouth as he bent down behind you— his forehead rested on the back of your shoulder, each hot breath fanning over your skin.

"God, sorry, I'm sorry," he panted, "need this— fuck, so good…"

You struggled harder, but all your strength was useless compared to him holding you there, keeping you exactly how he wanted you.

"Ah, fuck— you don't need to fight it, baby, s'gonna be so good… your pussy's milking me, c'mon, it's what she wants— she wants to be filled up, I can tell.  You want it, baby?  You want me to come?  Fuck I'm so close…"

He grunted a few more times before he suddenly stopped— his hips pressed forward until he couldn’t go possibly any deeper, then even just a little more after that; he held you tight as a tear ran down over his hand on your face.  Relaxing with a heavy exhale, his grip loosened on you slightly but you were far too weak to fight it now, so you just stayed there: bent over, still crying slightly, with a panting and heavy man just behind you (and inside you) catching his breath.

“Fuck,” he said again, pulling out quickly and letting you go; you didn’t realize how weak your legs were until you had to hold onto the van to stay up, awkwardly lowering your bare, sore bottom onto the small lip of the back bumper so you wouldn’t just fall to the ground.

You were pretty out of it for a minute; the smell of cigarette smoke brought you back to reality, and you looked at Hopper, having a smoke as he looked out into the woods.  He caught you staring, and raised an eyebrow.  “Y’want one?” he offered, and you nodded.  

Fishing the pack out of his pocket, he shook out a cigarette for you, holding it for you to lean forward and capture with your lips.  After lighting it for you, he watched you take a long drag and sigh.

“I’ll take you out of the cuffs in a minute,” he promised, but you’d already kind of forgotten about them.

He did, though; help you out of them, that is, and you were able to get your clothes back in order on your own after that.  You wondered if you should say something, or if he should.  What was there to say?  Thanks for the bribe?  Nice cock?  Pleasure doing business with you?

So, he didn’t say anything, and neither did you.  Until just as he was starting to walk away, and you noticed his flashlight had fallen from his belt onto the ground. 

“Wait,” you said, leaning down to grab it, and when you stood up to hand it back to him, you saw something strange in his expression.  You wondered, for a second, if he’d been hoping for more when you said that.  “You dropped this.”

He took the flashlight and nodded at you.  “Thanks,” he said, and you took the last drag of your lended cigarette as you nodded; watching him leave, you dropped the butt to the ground and snuffed it out with your shoe.

For some reason, you waited a little longer after he left to get back in the van’s passenger side.  Eddie didn’t look at you when you got in, and you didn’t say anything; he just started the van silently and began the drive back to the trailer park.  You were halfway there when you decided you should let him know, “you’re not going to jail.”

“I know,” he replied.

[icyg4l]

PAC: Is This Relationship Salvageable?

Hello beautiful people! I know I said that I wanted to upload this last night but I honestly forgot about it lol. Today’s topic will be for those who are deciding on whether or not they should save a relationship. This could be a familial, platonic or romantic relationship. This reading is inspired by real life events. As we enter a new season, some of us will be going through physical and spiritual upgrades, which means that some people will stay and others will go. Sometimes we have to learn to leave people behind. In other instances, we have let go of our egos and face the music. Also, if you would like to book a personal reading with me, I will leave the link to book here & my guidelines here as well. Personal readings are officially open until further notice! Now without further ado, please select your pile to find out whether or not your relationship is meant to be salvaged! 

TW: mentions of abuse & addiction

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-6)

Pile One: Some things are better left unsaid. This relationship feels romantic, but not exactly. Perhaps a fling that turned into something serious but wasn’t supposed to be serious. Maybe you are in a year’s long situationship.. Free you my heart. It’s definitely time for you to let go of this person. I heard predator and prey. This person is sneaky and selfish. They will do whatever to keep you around them for the money that you have. Your financial resources/benefits are the only reason why they keep you around. The sex is a factor too, but you could get good sex anywhere. You could have recently got a promotion or got hired at a new job where you will be making more money. This person could either be buttering you up a lot right now & it’s become an annoyance to you, or this person could also be starting fights with you. Either way, they are jealous of what you have going on. If you do not get rid of this person, they will end up sabotaging your finances. So please, move accordingly. Move like you got some sense. You know what this person is capable of. Don’t be blinded by the history that you have with this person. Use your pattern recognition to help you recognize the toxicity that they bring into your life. You are not making the wrong decision by kicking them to the curb. 

Cards Used: 6 of Swords, 8 of Cups, 5 of Wands, 4 of Discs (RX), The Magician (RX), The Hierophant, King of Wands 

extras: jody and yvette. cardi b and offset. “the lies! the lies!” “money don’t grow on trees.” hobosexual. unfolded laundry. aura cleansing. user. polly pocket dolls. collector’s edition. birthday gift. 

Pile Two: I feel like this pile struggles with addiction or some type of trauma that is not so hidden. I feel like this trauma has affected your reputation, but the person you are asking about has stuck by your side. I do not think that you and this person can’t make up. Some things were said that you didn’t really mean. In the heat of the moment, you just said whatever to make them feel bad. I think that this relationship can be rekindled, but there needs to be a cool off period. This person could be your mentor, sponsor, friend, etc. This person has seen you at your lowest and right now, you could possibly be at a low point right now. This person is very empathetic and knows exactly what you’re going through but dealing with your mood swings can be draining. If you’re going to put in the work to better yourself, then do it. Words without work are just broken promises. If you need to go on medication, then contact your doctor and do that. Get to the root of the problem, Pile Two. If the roles are reversed, just know that you cannot save everyone! This person is just as grown as you are. At some point they have to mature, so let them do that. Focus on yourself for the time being. As time goes on, you two will have a better relationship but the dynamic will be different (in a good way). 

Cards Used: Ace of Wands, Princess of Cups, 4 of Cups, The Devil, Death, 4 of Swords, 8 of Discs.

extras: rue and ali. piscean energy. failed test. please please please by sabrina carpenter. struggles. drinker at parties. PDA. “rinky dink.” molly. seinfeld. just dance. dancing with the devil. 

Pile Three: You and this person have been in each other’s company for a long time. However, it seems that you two need to go on separate piles in order to grow. You will miss this person a lot. You may even run into this person a couple of times but hey you have to do what you have to do. Whenever you two do make up, you two will click like nothing ever happened. This could be a best friend or a lover, maybe even a cousin if you are close to them. You have known this person for a long time. Sometimes you need space from these kinds of people because at the time, you may be outgrowing them. But it’s like that one pair of pants in your closet, you can’t just get rid of them. You’ll always come back to them when you lose weight or gain weight. You’ll always come back to your person! There is a deep soul connection that you have with this person, which is why it’s hard to let go of them. But it is very well-needed. Focus on yourself. Your future is bright and so is theirs. Learn to create and enjoy a life outside of them. 

Cards Used: 7 of Wands, 10 of Discs, 6 of Cups, 5 of Cups, 8 of Wands, 2 of Swords, 8 of Cups. 

extras: lawrence and issa. raw indian hair. shark tales. squeeze. great rapport. miley and lily.

Pile Four: If you feel like the connection is one-sided, then please do not hesitate to drop this person. It feels like this person isn’t necessary in your life. They’re not meant to be in your circle. Perhaps, they could be your associate. I don’t believe this person is as close to you as they once were. This does not mean that you have beef with this person. It just feels like you need to decenter them. They are doing their own thing and you need to start. You will not be close with everyone that you come across and that’s okay. There’s no long conversation that needs to be had. You just need to accept things as they are. Find people that are on the same wavelength as you, Pile Four. You can reach out to this person and they will reply, but the conversations are likely going to be brief. However, there’s no hard feelings. Just be ready to adjust the energy for this person in your life. Reciprocation is something that you are looking for, and does not lie within them anymore. It is somewhere else. 

Cards Used: 2 of Wands, Prince of Swords, 4 of Swords, The Hermit, 6 of Wands, The Hanged Man, 4 of Cups, 

extras: hidden jealousy. unanswered texts and calls. turtles. salamander. 

Pile Five: Right now, you’re leveling up. A lot of the things you used to do, the places you used to enjoy going to, the people you used to be close with are not resonating with you anymore. It’s a time of maturity for you. Those who understand that will be empathetic to that, especially if you have recently become a parent. But those who cannot accept the fact that you are changing will simply have to be kissed goodbye. You could be converting to a different faith, going through a dark night of the soul, or you could be grieving. You could be known for being a party animal. You could be known for being a fighter. You could be known for having lots of sex. It’s okay to change, but what’s not okay is expecting people to stay the same for your comfort level. The person/people constantly expecting you to be your past self need to kick rocks. Those are not your kind of people anymore. It doesn't matter how long you have known them for. It doesn't even matter if this is your own mother/family member. You have to put yourself first and they’re just going to have to deal with that! You cannot control the reactions of other people. You can only control how you react.

Cards Used: 5 of Swords, 7 of Wands, The Emperor, Knight of Wands, 6 of Discs, 3 of Discs. 

extras: healer. no hard feelings. moving boxes. man in the mirror. picking up new hobbies. “working on my aura.” journaling daily. freedom. changes ahead. 

Pile Six: This feels very twin flame-ish. Right now, you may feel embarrassed, maybe even helpless. You could be on the receiving end of someone’s callous/cold behavior. But yet, you still feel tied to them. Baby, it’s time to do a cord cutting ritual and be done with it. It’s time for you to explore some different connections. Your energy is similar to Pile One, but this is a spiritual connection rather than a material connection. Your twin flame will get what they are owed. It is not right that they continue to get away with treating you wrong & being sneaky behind your back. When someone shows you who they are the first time, BELIEVE THEM! Don’t fall for their bullshit again. You know better. “Fool me one time, shame on you” is what I heard. Be ready to find some new hobbies, babe. You’re going to need them. 

Cards Used: Ace of Swords, Ten of Swords (RX), The Fool, The Devil, The Magician, Justice, Judgment (RX), 7 of Discs.

extras: new underwear. stocky. lavender. clues. body language. divas. stephanie mcmahon. goofball. hand sanitizer. in need of new lip gloss. stressors. working the late shift. catching z’s.

[annab-nana]

“Did you buy us cheesy matching pjs?” With Eddie because he would thinks it’s so cheesy but love it entirely because it’s with you🥺💕

omg yes! he'd act like he didn't want to do it, but he'd eat it up

warnings: not proofread, christmas, one use of y/n, use of pet names (angel)

❀ masterlist ❀

from the outside, eddie munson did not look like the christmas kind of guy. his vibe was much more in line with halloween. however, under all that dark clothing and tough exterior was a boy with a soft heart and a love for family time and holiday traditions.

you and eddie had started dating toward the end of january this year, so the pair of you haven't experienced a christmas together. you aren't sure how big of a deal christmas is to him, but based on the decorations up at his trailer, he seems at least a little bit into the holiday. it's either him or wayne.

eddie had been waiting for you to come over all day and he knew you'd be here in mere minutes based on the phone call he got from you a little bit ago. as soon as he heard your car pull up, he was out of his bed and rushing to open the door.

"wait," you called when you shut the car door, "close your eyes. it's a surprise."

"oooo, i wonder what it is," eddie said teasingly as he listened to your footsteps approach until he felt your hand in his. "hmm, this feels familiar," he joked while feeling your hand as if that was the surprise you'd given him.

"eddie, stop," you spoke with a laugh, "that tickles."

he held your hand like he normally would and let you lead him to the couch after you shut the front door behind you both. then, he felt something land in his lap. "can i touch it?"

"yes, eddie. you can open your eyes too."

"it's a bag! i love bags!"

you swatted his arm playfully. "eddie," you whined, "look inside the bag."

"you're too easy to mess with," he commented before finally taking a look inside the bag. you watch him pull out the top of one set before looking in and seeing another one just like it. it's hard to keep your smile at bay.

"did you buy us cheesy matching pjs?" you can't tell by his tone if he was making fun of you or not.

"you don't like it," you stated more than asked before mentally cursing yourself. "i'm sorry. i can take them back. i've still got the recei-"

while you were talking, your eyes weren't on eddie. you were too embarrassed to look at him, so you didn't see how quickly he moved the bag off his lap and stood in front of you. he placed his hands on either side of your face to ensure your focus was on him.

"y/n, i love it. this is the sweetest, cutest thing in the world. i say we change into them right now," eddie told you honestly.

"really?" you inquired to double-check.

"yeah."

"i actually tried to find the darkest ones because i know how much you like your dark ominous clothes to match your dark ominous vibe, so i got those black ones with the tiny christmas trees on them," you explained, going over to the couch to grab the top he held earlier and hold it up for his examination.

"they're perfect, angel, and they're really soft too. i definitely won't be able to stop touching you when you've got these on."

you giggled. "you can't stop touching me anyway."

eddie scoffed dramatically. "can you blame me? you're smokin' hot."

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[toxicanonymity]

BuzzFeed Quiz: Which joelkémon are you most compatible with?

🚨 OMG @missannwinchester made a BuzzFeed quiz in collaboration with @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog to find out which of my Joels you're most compatible with and it's amazing and beautiful 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 blog FAQ. Text version below the cut.

I got Night Walks, hell yeah 💚. but I'm gonna take it more times bc as usual I had some indecision and it has six Joels, five of whom I want 😅�� The six results:

Night walks

Raider Joel

Left in Lincoln

Stepdad

Thighs Out

Vampire

Text descriptions of options:

(reading the blocks left to right). If you want to send your answers I can take the quiz for you.

Color: red, white, green, Black, yellow, or blue

Perfect date: movie, a meal at a restaurant by the ocean, opera/theater, cozy night in with fireplace, a jetski, a picnic

Your Perfect weather: sunny no clouds, cloudy, thunderstorm, rainy, sunny with some light clouds, one backlit cloud in a very blue sky

Holiday destination: a camper in the desert, a palm tree in the ocean, a woodsy cottage, Paris (Eiffel tower), a pool at night, a castle

Favorite food: Pizza, casserole, soup, Steak, tacos, poultry

Place to live: rocky coast, very modern house with big windows, a modern house more warmly lit with big windows and a tree, a white house with a dark roof taking up much of the pic,  white house with red door and shutters, a rustic looking cabin by a lake and mountains but no woods 

Outfit: closeup of a blue bikini or bra, long white floral dress in a field, red floral minidress, jeans and a sweater, bikini with a surfboard, yoga pants and sports bra

What you look for in a partner: loyalty, openness, independence, sensitivity, composure, looks

Lyrics: a. "I think you're sweet like rock candy warm like beaches that leave me sandy why do you leave me with watercolor eyes" b. "You're a careless con and a reckless liar but baby nobody can compare to the way you get down, down, down" c. "I'm smokin while I'm running on my treadmill, but I'm cutting up rkses. Could it be I fell for another loser" d. "It took 13 beaches to find one empty but finally it's mine. with dripping peaches I'm camera ready almost all the time." e. "She wore blue velvet bluer than velvet was the night softer than satin was the light from the stars. F. "But if you send for me you know I'll come and if you call for me you know I'll run to you I'll run to you I'll run run run."

Drink: beer, piña colada, champagne, whiskey, tequila shot, red wine. 

[blues-of-randomness]

Wondering if I'm coming back... (Kickinverse oneshot)

"Why are there doors sprouting up everywhere?" Smokin asked no one in particular as he watched the Bigger bodies Kicken duck down into order to go through one of them. Selfish nticed the doors and spoke up "Oh it seems that it's time for everyone to back home now." Smokin looked at Selfish in confusion. "usually we fall into the void that we've made into a tree house and then we all get to go home through our respective doors." he explained further, making no less sense than he did before.

"I wish the fun didn't have to end..." Yellin mumbled, his voice wavering slightly. "I don't like being alone..." "aw don't worry, Yellen." Doodle said patting Yellen's back a little bit. "if what I heard is true, we'll all be reunited very soon." Selfish nodded, smiling smugly. "Yeah, maybe we'll be able to do more than share a smoke riiight, Smokin?" Smokin was staring at a door with a deadpan look on his face, he could smell smoke and booze from the other side. Yup, that was his door alright. "Smokin? Smokin, hey!" Smokin flinched as Selfish clapped a hand on his shoulder, making him turned around to face. "Hey, I'm trying to say bye to ya or see ya later rather." Smokin looked at Selfish and his eyes drifted back to the door, his sneer deepening. Selfish shook Smokin's shoulder a bit to get his attention. "you gonna say anything or ignore me like a douchebag?" Smokin once again didn't answer and pulled away from Selfish and put his hand on the doorknob. "fine, be that way, but a will see you again right?" Smokin turned the knob nad opened the door. "no." Selfish froze, his eyes widening as he remembered certain events from earlier. "what do you mean no?" Smokin stepped inside his dinky coop, not paying attention to Selfish's calls. "Smokin what do you mean no?!" Again, no answer as he started closing the door. "SMOKIN-" the door closed and he couldn't hear Selfish or the others anymore, he shuffled over to the couch kicking over discarded alcohol bottles as he sat down on the couch.

Yellen felon belongs to @portalling101

Doodle belongs to @funny-critter-blog

Selfish kickin belongs to @smilingcrittersthingig

[happytreetownnightlife]

As the sun dips below the horizon, Happy Tree Town undergoes a transformation. The streets buzz with the promise of adventure, and the air is charged with the energy of those who seek solace in the dark embrace of alternative subcultures.

Hi, this is Wanda Vixenova. I'm now in my way to meet one of this nightlife reunion points. Clubs aren't a new thing on this town, they are just as old as their inhabitants.

"Yep, I used to hang out with ma' fellow boys at Anarchey Alley 'til I meet the girl who made me mo' a stay-in-home person. Good memories fo' sho' "

"Studio 31, baby! Funky rollers, bright colours and smokin' hot baes! Oh, by the way, what are you up tonight, g-"

"Oh, I was a bookworm back in the day, but it seems that they had a lotta night fun!"

However, the place we are gonna be its quite recent! Today, our focus is on Cryptid Catacombs, a haven for those who find beauty in the macabre, and solace in the mysterious.

Amidst the cobblestone-like walls and flickering candlelights, these night dwellers have found a special dark place to share their passion for misfit synth music, slam poetry and really fancy clothing.

With just 3 years of existing, Cryptid Catacombs have positioned itself as one of the must-go places on thr night scene.

And who's better to tell us about it than the owner and their fellow crew themselves?

[a-roguish-gambit]

Turn of the century au thoughts: forge and gambit

I have an idea I might turn into a comic later.

I have Gambit helping Forge with the danger room but also collect machine parts for fixing things up in the danger room. He has a network of street kids who tell him when something new turns up in scrap yards like engines or sewing machines. He's collected them over time with them spreading the word of the "friendly man with the monster eyes".

He brings them warm sandwiches when he meets up with them and shiny silver dollars if they have a tip for them. He always brings a little extra of both just in case there are new kids from the previous time.

When they are picking stuff up he usually ends up distracted and doting on the kids listening to them about their day and stuff. They use him as a jungle gym, show off neat rocks to him, he shows them card tricks, and if one of the kids have learned something they tell him about it and he acts like they're the smartest kids in the world. He relates to them a lot as his life in the thieves guild was very similar.

Forge makes a comment about how Gambit might make a good dad someday after the kids have gone.

Gambit laughs it off saying "what? A scoundrel like Gambit? A family man? What chu been smokin.... Gambit hardly what anyone consider a good role model...Logan sure don't even see me as the responsible type to say the least!" Then quietly. "Sides...who would want to marry n settle down wit a low down mutant tramp anyways..."

"that rogue girl seems quite fond of you..." Forge responds, "who knows. The world is full of possibilities kid."

Gambit sighs and begins shuffling a deck of cards in his hands "hmp. Sure. Mehbee," he starts with a grown, "But she got a real life ahead o her. once she figure out her powers, ain't nothin gonna stop her. She gonna get to go to college soon, mehbee find a man dere like a lawyer o a scientist. Sumen who can actually lift her up in dis world rather dan a teif on many a folks shit list...she dont need Gambit. Not really. She deserves sumen lot better dan Remy."

Forge rolls his eyes and swats him with his oil rag. "hey stop that. What are you, the lead of a Shakespearean drama?" He responds with a raised eyebrow, "She's with you for a reason. What do you want? To will her away?"

"non..."

"well that's gonna happen if you keep in this 'not good enough' mentality," forge says, "stop worrying about what might happen. Lots of stuff might happen. Hell something from that scrap heap could fall on us and stop us dead in our tracks. Doesn't mean we act like it's going to happen or is even likely too. Focus on the here and now, it's not good for your health to be worrying about what ifs."

Gambit smirks. "Non, das your job Mr safety precaution," he teases, "ya always gotta ask gambit tree times if he did sumtin da way ya wanted afta all."

Forge smiles back. "Absolutely and that's why I don't need you being a worry wart. I don't need my apprentice stealing my job!" He says shoving the Cajun teen playfully, "now help me with this big motor. The things people throw away, eh?"

Gambit chuckles back. "Like Remy could take yo job. Ah mehbee clever an can follow instructions, but gambit can't invent new tings on da spot like you," he says helping lift the large device and carry it over to the truck bed.

"I don't know about that, you are quite good at inventing new ways to annoy Logan," forge jokes.

"das gambits specialty!"

[rightpastnowhere]

Perc’ahlia Week 2024 Countdown - Day Six

I am not ashamed to say that this is my favorite set of prompts this year <3 I love sun symbolism and smoke symbolism ESPECIALLY with these two <3

Day Six — Smoke / Sunshine

And as a broken record, I once again offer prompt ideas!!:

Smoke

- Orthax and all of those various shenanigans, smoke clouding emotions, “smokin” hot ;)

- Smoke from the forge, smoke from a fire or campfire, smokey flavors/scents

Sunshine

- The Grey Hunt (c1 e94), Elysium Shenanigans (c1 e103, e104), the Sun Tree, Pelor’s Champion things

- hanging out in the sun, sunrise/sunset, one brightening the other’s day/life

Day Six of Perc’ahlia Week will be Saturday, September 28th!! Remember to use the #percahliaweek or #percahliaweek24 tags, or tag us @percahliaweek for your posts so we can see them and reblog them! We’ve reached the penultimate day of the countdown, and I’m on the edge of my seat!!

[evilfloralfoolery]

Daggers and Deception - Part 7

Sooo, even if you haven't read another of the other plotfucker parts, this is the one where everything starts to come to light and shit goes sideways. I didn't even fucking know who or what Indigo was until this part. Also, if you thought he was this even-tempered control freak, BOY HAVE I GOT NEWS FOR YOU lol.

This is the last part of the plotfuckery that I'm going to post. There's plenty more, but I'll summarize that, as there is one very particular snzfucker scene I'm dying to post after this, because fuck it.

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“Let me get this straight.”  Grimm leans back against an aging column of wood, arms folded across his chest.  “You’re a demon hunter.”

Indigo nods.  “Yes.”

“Hunting actual demons.”

“Yes,” Indigo repeats. 

“And the thing in my room was a demon.”

Indigo eyes him like he’s the most exasperating fucker on the planet.  “That is what I said.” 

Yeah, this is too much weird shit for him and that’s saying something.  He’s seen men bleed out in the streets, heard the talk of slowly plotted murder with nothing more than a kitchen knife and some jewelry making wire.  Hell, he’s even come across a naked dude running through traffic while high on who the fuck knows what, yelling about how his bullshit is a message from a god.  But this?  This didn’t just take the cake, it took the whole fucking bakery.

“Oh, come on, Indy.”  Grimm rakes a hand through his hair.  “I knew you weren’t a fucking book editor, but this is some bullshit.” 

“I am, in fact, an editor,” Indigo says in such a matter-of-fact way that Grimm rolls his eyes. 

“What, that your daytime job?”  If Grimm’s sarcasm drips any hotter, it will scald a cast iron pan. 

“In a manner of speaking.”  

And the guy just stands there. Just fucking stands there like this is some normal ass conversation about the weather or some shit.  The thing is, Indigo believes it.  Aside from being one of the most lethal snipers in the business, Grimm had a reputation for being a human lie detector.  Indigo definitely thinks he’s telling the truth.  

Which makes all of this shit weirder.

“Honestly, Grimm.  I do not know why this is so difficult for you to grasp.  It is very much like mercenary work.” 

Grimm laughs, the kind of laugh that says “you’re a fucking crazy bitch” without actually having to say it.  “Look, buddy.  I don’t know what you’re smokin’, but–”

A dagger is at his throat before he can blink, another pressed against his rib cage.  “See here, you positively insufferable bastard.” Blue flames ignite along the knife’s edge, the blade pressed against his throat with an icy sizzle. “I haven’t the time for your tedious interrogation or your indiscriminate buffoonery!”  

Indigo’s eyes aren’t just blue, they’re fucking electric fire, bright as a neon sign, glowing like fucking Christmas lights. 

A fine trickle of sweat ebbs down Grimm’s temple, despite the autumn chill. What in the next level circle of hellscape fuckery–?

Indigo's breath is ragged, a heated snarl of sound, abrasive and primal, with no semblance of the man Grimm has seen for the past three days.

“If proof is what you require, then you shall have it!”  Indigo shoves him aside hard enough to make him stumble and sends the daggers hurtling towards the nearest tree where they split into multiple blades, slicing and dicing the shit out of several branches. They rebound in a flash, streaking back towards him, fanning around Grimm's face like a goddamn firing squad, blades less than an inch from his skin.

Shit, shit, shit–

And then, they vanish. Just blink the fuck right out of existence. Indigo’s silvery hair thrashes in a wild breeze, electric azure fire igniting within his palms, racing up his arms and down his sides, suffusing his entire body in a brilliant flash of blue. 

The man is a wild, feral thing, unhinged and goddamn terrifying, his gaze targeting Grimm as one hand raises, a ball of cobalt flame crackling in his palm.

“Do you still think me a liar, Grimm Amadis?  Do you??”  

Indigo’s voice sounds like a chorus of himself, coming from all directions and nowhere at once.  And before Grimm can so much as blink, the fireball blazes right towards him.  

Grimm can’t move, can’t so much as think.  He does the quite possibly the stupidest thing ever and holds up an arm, as if he’s gonna block the thing like a punch, and to his sheer and utter surprise, it bursts into a spray of sparks, raining shards of ice upon his arm and nothing more. 

And now it’s his turn to be fucking furious.

“What the fuck, Solaris??”  He stalks towards the other man, who leaps from his reach like a goddamn cat. “You gonna kill my ass to make a fucking point?”

“Of course not!”  Indigo shouts in return from . . . atop the goddamn porch railing?  

Okay, whatever. 

“I cannot harm you, you insurmountable prat!”  

“Coulda fooled me, dagger-stroking firefucker!” 

Indigo hops down from the railing like it’s not an 8 foot drop onto uneven ground and lands a short distance from him, the blue flames licking over every inch of his body flickering out of existence. 

“What . . . did you just call me?”

Grimm blinks, stands up a bit straighter, lifts his chin. “You fucking heard me.” 

Indigo tilts his head. Muffles a snort of laughter into his palm.

But Grimm isn’t fucking laughing.  “Something funny, you blazing asshole?”

“Dagger-stroking firefucker,” Indigo repeats in that posh, proper English voice of his.  “That is quite good.” 

He takes a step forward and Grimm takes one back.  “Stay away from me. I mean it.” 

Indigo huffs a sigh as if Grimm is the most exasperating human on Earth.  “Grimm, I cannot harm you.  Even if I wanted to, even if it were my life or yours, I cannot harm you.” 

Grimm folds his arms again. “I don’t know if you missed it, but you threw a goddamn blue fireball at my head, pal.” 

“I did,” Indigo says.  “And you shattered it.”

He had–?? What the fu–

“Your energy, Grimm.  It shielded you.  Because that is what you are.”  Indigo’s gaze is steady, but tumultuous, his voice softening. “It is your Valor. You are the Shield.” 

Grimm holds up his hands. “Whoa, buddy.  I don’t know what the fuck you think is going on here–”

“Do you not feel it?”  Indigo steps closer and this time, Grimm stands his ground. 

“Feel fucking what?”

Indigo holds out a hand and Grimm stares at it like it’s a baby cobra.  “Your hand, if you please.”

Grimm shakes his head. “No fucking way.” 

Indigo’s voice gentles to something meditative, almost hypnotic. “Please. No harm will come to you. I give you my word.” 

Maybe he some kind of stupid fuck, but something about the weighted sincerity of Indigo’s voice lulls him into a false sense of security.  Or maybe that’s just some magical fuckery or whatever.  Nevertheless, Grimm reaches out, pulls back with a curl of fingers, and then forces himself to offer up his hand just the same.

Indigo’s fingers interlock with his own, their palms coming to rest against one another.

Okay, nothing. Just the strangely cool weight of Indigo’s grasp and–

The ink upon his arms itches, feels as if it burns for a split second, and warms to the same electric hue that suffused Indigo’s entire being not five minutes earlier.

“What in the absolute fuck. . .”  

Indigo’s skin is pale and luminous, an unnatural porcelain glow, an unseen force lifting his hair from his shoulder, the soft waves fanning around his face in a silver halo.  It is as if Grimm is seeing him for the first time and yet, already knows him in a way that words can’t possibly articulate. And from the way Indigo is staring back at him, the feeling is entirely mutual.

And as quickly as the touch is given, it is withdrawn.  By Indigo. 

“Damn it to hell!” he swears.  Shouts.  Shakes his hand like that’s gonna get Grimm’s energy off of him or something. “You mind telling me what the fuck that was?”  Grimm, too, rubs his arms, as if brushing something away.  

A flash of blue fire engulfs the other man, who yells something in–the fuck, was that Latin?– at the sky and storms back towards the aging Victorian house, Grimm hot on his heels.

“Oh no you fucking don’t!”  Grimm takes the stairs two at a time, beating Indigo to the top of the porch.  “You don’t get to do all of . . . that . . . and then just fuck off into the night like nothing happened, pal.  No fucking way.”  

A gun he doesn’t remember packing is suddenly in the waistband of his pants and he draws the thing, but doesn’t aim it. “You’re gonna talk.”  He clicks the safety off with an obvious gesture, a simple visual threat.  “Now.” 

Indigo’s stare is more of a dismissive regard than anything else. “Have you had that weapon this entire time?”

“Huh?” Grimm glares at him.  “Obviously or it wouldn’t be in my pants, asshole.” 

“Then you did not have it.” Indigo doesn’t give the Glock a second glance before pushing past him to open the front door. He glances over his shoulder with an exasperated look.  “Are you coming or no?” 

Like he has a fucking choice.

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[hypnotisedfireflies]

Parallel Lines c22

“Joel, you remember when you caught me smokin’ twigs?”

It took a second for the memory to come rushing back.  The weird smell.  Tommy’s terrified eyes - first that he was caught, second that he might tell someone what he’d been up to.  He began to laugh loudly.  “Oh goddamn, I forgot that.”

“What’s this?”  Carlos asked.

“I was about eight,” Tommy recollected, grinning.  “I wanted to practice smoking, so I started breaking twigs off the apple tree and lightin’ up.”

It's the bachelor/bachelorette party chapter!

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 41:The start of something new

The sound of gravel crunching beneath the limo tires as you all get closer to the lake. See Eddie thinks you’ve rented out a space for this special day when in all reality it’s being held on your very own new property when you purchased the property before breaking ground to build you made sure to buy enough space so that you & Eddie could literally do anything your hearts desire with the extra space. To the left of your new home is 20 acres that’s all yours loads of trees & hoping the pond & gazebo came out just as the contractor said it would on top of worrying that everything is decorated accordingly & that all is set. “Oh fuck!” Everyone looks at you “uh we gotta hide me somewhere or Eddie’s definitely gonna see me when the limo pulls up maybe someone can distract him while the rest of you huddle around?” Nancy puts her hand on your shoulder “Jamie don’t worry we got this it’s gonna go perfect” with a reassuring smile you nod you head in response as you pull into the driveway you see the boys and Eddie on the side lawn chatting before robin bolts out of the vehicle to be an obvious distraction “wow munson you clean up nice but I need you to follow me for a minute” “damn Buckley check you out hot stuff haha you look fkn great” she laughs slapping his arm “yeah right if you think I look good you’re gonna goto cardiac arrest seeing you’re bride because she looks smokin & if she wasn’t yours & she wasn’t my best friend you’d be a shit heap of trouble buddy” chuckling at each other deep in conversation the girls huddle around you as you all shuffle towards your new front door quickly getting inside before anyone could see. As you turn you hear a gasp you’re too afraid to turn “fuck please don’t tell me that’s Eddie” “no you’re in the clear it’s just gareth & dustin you turn & smile taking in how absolutely handsome they both look & knowing they’re doing it out of the pure love they have for both you & Eddie. Gareth gives you the most soft expression before stepping forward to engulf you into a hug “I told myself I wouldn’t cry but I can’t help it jame you’re like my sister… (hiccups) you look so beautiful” “thanks gare bear thank you for being here for us” he pulls back and smiles eyes tear stained & red as dustin approaches & you see that he’s crying too “aw dustin don’t cry bud” you wrap your arms around him “thank you” he looks at you confused “for?” “For always being there when it matters & for listening to Eddie & always staying true to yourself I love you like a little brother & I want the best for you too” he squeezes you before letting go “okay gare let’s go keep the dungeon master busy so we can get this thing started” you smile as they exit through the sliding back door. You peek out the window & it’s everything you could’ve wished for. Fairy lights covering every tree mason jars with candles inside surrounded by an array of lilies lantern lights & the 2 special lanterns you see burning beside two chairs there for a purpose it’s in memory of both of your mothers a way of having them there in spirit even making sure they had reserved seats out of love & respect. You feel a hand on your shoulder & hear a sniffle from behind you “well darlin I do believe your are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever laid eyes on you look like a pure angel” turning to see Wayne his blue eyes like sea glass brimming with tears “thank you Wayne & thank you for giving me away I really do appreciate it more then you’ll ever know” squeezing him “oh I know darlin that boy tells me everything about you because he loves you so much it’s how I knew you two were meant to be. There was never a woman to get that boy to settle down before you but when you showed up I seen change in him a beautiful one, one that reminds me of his mother more then ever & Elizabeth would’ve loved you I just know it but let’s get you married pretty lady I do believe it’s time to officially make you a Munson” you beam with pride linking arms heading towards everyone lining up at the back door.

The sounds of “I’ve seen all good people” by Yes softly plays as everyone starts slowly heading down the aisle of rose petals. In the front is Nancy & Gareth behind them is Rachel & Steve then Robin & Dustin they all end the aisle & step on their sides of the altar. You finally come into Eddie’s view the look of pure adoration on his face as a smile begins to grow across his features & yours too because his smile is so infectious. Halfway through walking you go to throw him a wink & see that he’s indeed crying & now you are thank goodness for waterproof makeup Wayne gets to the end with you before hopper speaks as your officiant “who hear gives this girl to Mr Edward Munson” Wayne smiles at you both “I do & you better not mess this up boy or I’ll whoop ya” he chuckles before taking a seat you & Eddie taking each others hands intertwining fingers he whispers “you look so beautiful sweetheart” you blush “speak for yourself munson you look like a dream love you handsome” “love you too” you smile at him scrunching your nose one of his favorites of your nervous habits. “We’re gathered here today to celebrate Eddie & Jamie & their holy union. Love is one of life’s most precious gifts & to find that in someone & want to have that with them for all eternity is something worth celebrating. Now they’ve gone ahead & written their own vows so with that being said Eddie take it away”. He pulls a folded up piece of paper from his suit jacket & clears his throat “before I met you I wasn’t even sure if Love was real let alone possible but the first time I laid eyes on you I could just feel that I’d be able to know what that was like if I could just get close to you your smile & laugh melting the thick layer of ice that was around my heart. It wasn’t easy by any means you definitely played hard to get but that’s the thing half the battle getting there I realized I wanted nothing else more in life then to be in your presence. From the moment I was able to feel what love from you was like I knew in my whole being I wouldn’t want that feeling with anyone else. You’re literally my reason you’re my rock I love you more then life itself & I’d give my life for you. I can’t wait to see what adventures we go on together make a home with you & grow old together I love you Jamie yesterday today tomorrow & for always” you squeeze his hand as Nancy hands you yours to read aloud “where do I begin…my beautiful Eddie before I met you I never knew what it was like to feel wanted truly wanted & loved & cared for. Losing my mom I had nothing left I felt like I was endlessly running to nowhere & then I met you & you gave me something to live for a reason for being & not only that but I’ve never in my life felt as safe as I do when I’m wrapped up in you. You Edward munson are an absolute angel & anyone who thinks otherwise it’s their loss not yours because they’re missing out on a once in a lifetime person. There’s nothing that makes me happier then seeing you smile, making you happy & loving you infinitely. I’d go through hell & high water to make sure you always feel that way & im so ready to take on life with you that’s my promise I give all of myself to you infinitely” hopper steps forward “does anyone here think that these two shouldn’t be wed speak now or forever hold your peace.. do you Edward Munson take Jamie Baker to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness & in health for richer for poorer until death do you part?” “Fuck yeah I do!” Everyone laughs “Do you Jamie Baker take Edward Munson to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness & in health for richer or poorer til death do you part?” “I do” “by the power invested in me by the state of Indiana I now pronounce you husband & wife you may now kiss the bride” & with that Eddie cups your face so gently like your gods most precious fragile gift softly pressing his lips to yours before really going for it & tilting you holding the small of your back tongues invited not needing an invitation as the crowd screams & whistles & dustin & Mike yell “GET A ROOM!”