Pink Parrots aka THE OLD MAN CLUB
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since drugs are canon, here's some qsmp weed headcanons
I think Foolish knows how to roll, and is always stuck rolling for his friends because they refuse to learn. Vegetta grows, and gives out his stuff pretty liberally, but doesn’t tolerate people stealing from him. BBH only smokes occasionally but still has a crazy high tolerance somehow. Fit gets his supply from... somewhere, he has connections, but he ALWAYS has some, he’s also always the guy with a lighter. The people who settled down in the wall (Charlie, Jaiden, Wilbur) used to share a bong between them that Jaiden actually owned, and she’s the only one who actually takes care of it. Now she shares it with Roier, and they only smoke in the evenings when Bobby’s asleep. Roier complains about his failed romances to Jaiden who just nods and occasionally says the wisest shit. Charlie used to have a pipe but he broke it on his first day. Big Q definitely brags about “getting soooooo high dude” but has a weak ass tolerance and could get blasted off of a one-hitter.
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What is the bear face smile?
It's a very specific pressed lip smile, I'm not sure how to begin to explain it so here, I made this educational graphic for you anon.
I hope you find this educational.
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My little sister just walked up to my older sister, and I to say hi. She was like, "Hello, oldest sister," and then she looked at me and said, "Hello, gay sister."
She's not wrong, but I just wasn't expecting her to say that.
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What do they put in eating disorders that makes them so easily romantized
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it's fun bantering with my sister because she's both so much more normie than me but also has absolutely insane political ideas (ironic)
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Hello poppy I have question do you still reply anons?
No.
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𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇, 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
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Dream setting dating record straight and then announcing he’s getting a haircut.
Who broke up with you boi?
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Me with the infinity stones trying to get Tower of God off of hiatus for the 57th time.
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please decide for me
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reblog for a larger sample size and to reduce sample bias!!
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“How is 12 year old Annabeth head of the Athena cabin??”
1. Demi gods have the life expectancy of a lemming.
2. Gifted kids often burn out by age 16 & I doubt any of the Athena teens have the energy or desire to argue with their little sister who willingly takes care of all the family paperwork.
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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a rare sighting
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i hate motherfuckers who base their whole personality on the sum experience of their formative years + the people they mostly interact with + some key impactful events in life + a small amount of traits they were just born with + their current interests and some other stuff probably. so fucking annoying...
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