#stoned posting

[idyllghost]

I’m stoned but you wanna know a headcanon I have that has the potential to hurt; Arthur slipping up and calling Miss Grimshaw mom.

Like I just know in my heart during his upbringing Arthur would accidentally call Miss Grimshaw mom. With every question, her demands for him to wash up, and general concern for him it would just slip from his lips. A simple “Okay mom.” And an immediate embarrassment as Miss Grimshaw smiled. And it comes so naturally to call her that, because despite his limited memories of Beatrice Morgan something about the way Miss Grimshaw’s warm hands would stroke his hair during fevers and stern voice reminded him of her. She reminded him of something so intrinsically tied to home. Regardless, he’d get embarrassed over his slip ups but, Miss Grimshaw’s heart would soften every time it happened because in the end, just like Dutch and Hosea, Arthur was her son. It was evident to anyone who watched them closely for a while that she held a soft spot for Arthur; honestly for both her boys and young Tilly. She raised that boy right along with Dutch and Hosea. That very fact is what made what Dutch called ‘Arthur watch’ so hard for her.

Everyone was vaguely aware of Eliza and Isaac. It wasn’t ever really a secret. Arthur, despite being scared shitless at the prospect of having a child and sporadic visits, it was evident Arthur was proud to have a son. Which is why when Arthur came back early from visiting Eliza and Isaac everyone’s stomach sank. His eyes were hidden behind the shadow of his hat as the sun began to retire for the day. Arthur didn’t have to speak a word that night for everyone to gather what had happened; that he’d lost them.

He’d hidden in his tent for days, barely eating and only crying faintly in the night when everyone else should have been asleep. Eyes red rimmed and glazed as tired hands clumsily made coffee in the mornings. He’d also gotten careless during jobs, getting injured more frequently and spacing. Miss Grimshaw herself suspected that was only the surface of what was going on in his head, after all he was always a quiet child so bottling up his emotions so tight they’d struggle to surface would only be second nature. It’s knowing this that made Dutch implement ‘Arthur Watch’. A way to, as Dutch put it, “make sure he’s safe”. A way that had the tension in the room spiking and Dutch’s voice shaking as he explained it.

 It had to have been midnight with the way the moon glared in her face when Hosea shook Miss Grimshaw awake to replace him in watching Arthur. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes when she approached his tent, barely comprehending the sounds that faintly escaped it. But once the last bit of sleep left her mind she was able to fully hear it; fully understand. It was soft cries, muffled in an attempt to conceal them, and her heart broke. Her movements halted and her breath hitched as her heart broke at the pain she heard. But, she steeled herself, lifted his tent flap, and entered. She let out a soft and raspy“Arthur?” And she inevitably heard rustling and a mumbled curse as he lit his lantern. With the light illuminating his face she saw every sharp curve and edge, the thin skin below his eyes almost bruised from restless nights. The red rim around his eyes combined with their puffed up state. His cheeks ruddy and damp. 

“Oh Arthur,” before she realized it she was sitting on his cot and patting his shoulder and he slumped into her touch. His body and mind tired. She pulled him closer to her, a way reminiscent in the way she’d pull him to her when he was barely 15 and waking up screaming from night terrors. With his heavy head on her shoulder she combed through his hair with her hand. “It’s okay son, you’ll be okay.” With those words the floodgates opened as he sobbed into her shoulder and all she could do was hold him through the pain. He only lifted his head up to gasp for air and croak out, “It hurts… Mom it hurts.” And her heart broke even more as she held him closer to her. 

[secretly-hearteyed]

the way that I don't have anyone to send cute selfies to is So Sad

[topperscumslut]

TBOSAS as quotes from myself pt 2

[hazbinfictivesofabiggersystem]

💅 Carmilla Carmine this Carmilla Carmine that. Fuck Carmilla Carmine, anyone can use angelic steel to make weapons. If she had just shared that information we could've set up a wicked deal and every sinner in hell could have angelic brass knuckles and we'd all be rich as fuck. But the boys I will just do it ourselves.

[teamcavota]

ryoko kui should have written 2017 gladstone

[starsandspicedpeaches]

hellraiser spoilers!!!

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currently stoned and rewatching hellraiser and i think im a gay man but also when julia kills the first guy and then catches her breath in the mirror omg i'd let her bash my head in with a hammer too for one chance. girlie youre so scary and also evil but haha it's cool so you doing anything tonight or...

[auroras-void]

*Dr House voice*:

She needs more catgirl bites to live

[momentsofamber]

currently healing my inner-child by letting her eat frosting out of a container because there is no adult here to tell her no, and no amount of ocd or bpd rumination is going to make me feel bad about putting a ton of sugar in my body if I wanna put a shit ton of sugar in my body without some kind of cake under it. I crave sweet things, I always have. that's not a bad thing!!!

[mariarob0tnik]

Sorry to high post on main but we're a little stoned rn and for a brief moment i saw a very quick flash of mephiles the dark's face and had a wendy williams moment. Do you think shadow had that reaction in generations.

[secretly-hearteyed]

guys I can't just keep getting high and sending my ex dumb memes every night. it isn't healthy!

[johnegberts1leftnipple]

your fibers are short and your weave is weak

[topperscumslut]

PT 3 of TBOSAS as Stupid Shit I’ve Said

[nonbeaniedevil]

get me st0ned to film me

get me h!gh as fuck

get me fucked up

I’ll be so good and c^m so hard for the camera while you catch my every dirty and perverted move I make

[ileaveclawmarks]

sex too high when the come-up feels like your racing heart just sank heavily to your cunt, uncomfortable aching heat you become suddenly aware of, its all you can think of with your mind moving so slow and body twitching ... anything would feel good even just a touch would be electrifying, the world narrows right down until the sensation of friction, slick hot flesh and throbbing clit is all that exists

[auroras-void]

Hatsune Miku

[prestoned]

I just want to drink coffee, smoke weed, and play Dinkum all damn day.