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weedstop · 1 year
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boi0nthemoon · 1 year
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Morning dab
Take a dab or bong hit with me, @sm0ke-kush @smokemygames @godshideouscreation @doobiedrewbie @stonernoob @kushycat @d00bie-ashtray @hushedhippie @weed-kitten @sommerlanding @st0nedsl0th ,lol ill remember more blogs later
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rollinsland · 2 months
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lastmurianwarrior · 9 months
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((If I don't post the Star Force sprites I playfully hashed together at 2am what am I even doing. (Sprite sheets found at: X)
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princess-viola · 1 year
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This girl can DAB
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spookygalxo · 2 years
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“High school...where self-esteem, innocence, and dreams go to die” - Unknown
Was tryna do a little comic but ended up losing steam after “lightly” sketching a few panels o3o. Something like this came to mind when I read this post! It’s been on the backburner for awhile, but with my semester finally being over in a few days, I got the chance to draw again. I’ll do cleaner lines...eventually. If you’ve been on my blog(?) before, you’d know the male character is Wade Curtis, who belongs to @xbonecandyx, which is apart of the game Lovers Trophy. Send them some hearts!! Bunny ultra secret super duper lore under the cut for anyone that cares lol!
     Bunny used to be embarrassed of their white naturally curly hair so they would end up dying it black and burning it to a crisp so it’d turn straight -- all throughout middle school and high school. Some parts would revert back to curls during humid or rainy days or would be an awkward combination of straight with curls in the middle (ha totally not projecting in the slightest ha). I planned on showing that with their hair once I colored it...but lazy ;n;. Bunny has also been an honor student since elementary school, but with that comes a suffocating pressure to maintain your “gifted” status. They were near the edge of a breakdown while studying for an important exam behind the school.
    OH! And Bunny remembers that specific fact, but has absolutely no recollection who tf said it. It’s just some random fact that pops into their head in the middle of the night once in a blue moon. The mystery remains a secret forever OooOOooooooo
Sending hearts - Riri
p.s - yes wade has headgear lol
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oqal · 2 years
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i woke up and maybe took like…. a 300 mg worth of edibles…. now its phase two
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sspacegodd · 2 months
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Mister Rogers shared his white privilige with everyone.
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111seedhillroad · 7 months
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i call it when someone drives their car straight forward out of their parking spot instead of backing out the "granny pull-through" but once i called it the "granny dab" so now whenever i see it or do it myself i cant help saying "she's dabbing granny style"
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straightedgestoner420 · 2 months
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Dabbin some Lemon Skunk live rosin this weekend.
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weedstop · 9 months
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spicy-picklez · 1 year
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Rainbow after a Storm(P9)
Includes:
Degradation, teasing, praise kink, using @gwendolinesgf ‘s suggestion of texting at work and @larissaswifey ‘s idea of Larissa taking Y/N out of class.
Characters:
Larissa Weems x 18yo reader (principal x student)
Summary:
Y/N’s first day back in classes doesn’t go so well and Larissa is there to comfort her. However, Larissa isn’t too happy when Y/N leaves a mess behind.
Word Count:
3.8k
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A/N: I’m sorry for making you wait so long for this chapter, last night was a year since my last not alive attempt so my mates and we went out drinking as I was halfway through this chapter. I’m lucky I don’t get hangovers otherwise it would’ve been longer before I finished this.
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The sharp sound of Larissa’s alarm jolts the both of you from your sleep. “Love, can you please shut that persistent fucking thing up?” You groan, turning your face into the pillow, voice groggy from sleep. A chuckle can be heard as she untangles herself from her embrace, rolling over to turn the alarm off. “Morning love.” She wraps her arms back around you, placing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Morning.” You grin as your eyes slowly run over her body, darting from one dark hickey flourishing on her skin to another. “Are you sure I have to go to classes again, my arms feeling ever so sore.” You cheekily grin, trying your luck as she gives you a side-eye. “Give me your arm.” She says, rolling her eyes, a smile pulls at her lips. Obeying her, you lift up your wrist.
“Oh you’re right Y/N, none of the stitches are holding it together anymore, there's blood everywhere and you’re crying out in pain over the fact I've been running my finger over one of the wounds.” She can’t stop the grin spreading over her face as she tries to remain serious. “Huh?” You look down, her finger was indeed running gently over the length of one of your wounds. “Oh… well, it was worth a shot.” She chuckles as her lips find their way to yours, sending electricity through your veins. You grab at her waist, pulling her exposed body closer against your own. “Now come on, up you get.”
She can’t help the chuckle that escapes her as you pout, huffing as you get out of bed. “So mean.” You say, walking over to the bathroom to grab out a bandage and gauze. “Oh absolutely. So cruel.” She says, grabbing her dressing gown and a towel before turning the shower on. “Now, out, I need a shower.”
Indulging her request, you gather your things and walk out the door. “You say that like I haven’t already seen every perfect inch of you, my love.” You say, closing the door after you.
“That doesn’t mean anything. Showers are my private karaoke time.” She responds and you laugh. “I’m well aware, my love.” You reply, remembering her attempt at singing Blu Cantrell’s ‘Hit Em Up Style’ during her shower after you got back from the waterfall yesterday. “Hey, just because I can shapeshift into the singer if I want to, doesn’t mean my true form gets the voice of them.” You let out a chuckle as she starts singing, or rather, attempting to sing the lyrics to Taylor Swift’s iconic “Dress”.
A grin stays plasters on your face throughout her shower, she may not be the best of singers but you still love hearing her voice. You’re fully dressed in your uniform with your arm bandaged by the time the shower turns off. Collapsing lazily over the edge of the couch, your legs hang off the armrest as you scroll through your phone. Fifteen minutes later, she emerges through the door with her hair pinned up and her usual makeup. “Love? You may want to check your neck before you leave the room.” You say, smirking as one of the more prominent hickeys on her body peeks out from her dress’ neckline. Her eyebrow raises before she walks back into the bathroom to check her neck in the mirror. “Y/N you cheeky little minx.”
“If you’re looking for an apology, you won’t be getting one. I don’t regret it one bit, my love.” You say as she reemerges at the bathroom door, dabbing an ungodly amount of concealer onto her neck. “I know you don’t but I’m sure you will be writing an apology of some sort with Coach Vlad tonight.” You look at her, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten about your detention. Just because we’re girlfriends now, it does not mean that you get out of detention.” Realisation hits you as you remember the events in which you shot Marilyn’s plant off the table. While you weren’t aiming for it, you do have to admit it was a very nice shot. “In all honesty Riss, I did actually forget about it. After school in the Coach's office like usual?” She shakes her head in exasperation as she turns back into the bathroom. “You hurt my brain sometimes, love. But yes, same time and place.”
Checking your phone, you groan when you see the time. 8.43am. Larissa exits the bathroom, her hickey now slightly less visible. Standing up, you place a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Right well, I have botanical sciences first so I should be going, we're out in the greenhouse today. I would never want to upset my favourite Ms Thornhill.” The sarcasm drips off your voice as you say the last part. “Alright my love. I’ll see you later.” She says, watching you walk out the door.
“Oi Xave!” You call out, seeing the familiar long brown hair peeking above everyone else’s in the courtyard. He turns out and waits for you to catch up, pulling you into a hug. “You smell like Weems, Pebalbs.” Falling into step with him, you can’t help but laugh. “I do live in her room Xave. It’s rather difficult to not smell like her when her entire room is covered in her scent.” The greenhouse comes into view as you say this. “Fair point, I guess.” He shrugs, opening the door for you to walk through.
Taking your seats, Ms Thornhill gives the two of you a gentle smile. Well, it was more directed at Xavier than you. Keeping your bandaged arm under the desk, you rest your head on your hand, propping yourself up on the desk with your right elbow. Wednesday slides into the chair on your left as the bell rings. “Hey Nesie, I know you're not a fan of the whole closeness thing but if you could move your chair closer to mine that’d be great.” You subtly signal at Yoko and Divina sitting behind you, staring at the bandages peeking out from your sleeve, whispering to each other. She glares at them, following their gaze down to your arm and immediately moves her chair closer to yours as Ms Thornhill greets the class.
“Right, who can tell me about the qualities of Scilla Madeirensis or more commonly known as Hyacinths?” Ms Thornhill says, pulling out the gorgeous purple plant and placing it onto the bench. “The entire plant is poisonous, contact with it causes severe discomfort.” Bianca pipes up behind you, her eyes glaring into the back of your head. “The poisonous quality of the plant is what allows it to survive in its hostile environment as no animal can touch it without dying.” You shoot back. “It’s thought to be going extinct in the wild, found mainly on the steep rocky cliffs of Madeira. Clearly it chooses quality over quantity.” Wednesday joins in, also shooting a jab at Bianca.
Ms Thornhill leans against her desk, rubbing her temples. “Girls, girls, girls. Could we please get through one lesson without you attacking each other?” Giving her an innocent smile, you agree. “Of course Ms Thornhill, as soon as the three behind me stop gawking at my arm.”
“Well it’s not my fault you’re a depressed psycho.” Yoko laughs, a sneer on her face. Now she’s done it. One second you’re in your seat, the next, your hand reaches out to grab at Yoko’s shirt as you stand, turning around to face her. Two sets of hands reach out to hold you back. Nesie desperately trying to hold your clenched back from socking Yoko in the face. Xavier just wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his heels in to stop you from going any further. Bianca and Divina desperately try to pull Yoko away from your grasp but you weren’t letting her go that easily.
“ENOUGH.” Ms Thornhill’s sweet demeanour quickly disappears, her eyebrows furrowed together as she slams her hands down on her desk. “Stop commenting on people’s bodies, you don’t know what they’ve been through.” She glares at the three behind you. “And you.” She continues, her narrowed eyes switching to yours. “Principal’s office. Now. I will be sending an email to her to let her know the reasons.” You look at her in shock. “Ms Thornhill, I’ve already missed two classes, I can’t afford to miss another, I’ll fall behind!” You say in protest. “Not my problem Y/N, now grab your things and go.”
The door slams behind you as you walk out, angrily muttering. “Fucking bitch.” You weren’t heading back to the school though, taking a right at the pathway, you head off towards the forest. You stand against a solitary tree, letting yourself slowly fall to the ground as your head falls onto your knees.
Larissa was mindlessly staring at her laptop screen as Marilyn’s notification came through, her heart skipping a beat as she saw your name in the subject line.
From: Marilyn Thornhill
To: Larissa Weems.
Hi Larissa,
Just letting you know that I am sending Y/N to your office. There was an incident involving her, Bianca, Yoko, and Divina, regarding her recent injury. I’ll let you deal with her accordingly.
Best wishes,
Marilyn Thornhill.
Many questions run through Larissa’s head as she reads this. What incident? What about her injury? Is Y/N ok? Where is Y/N? She looks out the window, hoping to see you walking into the main school building. Unfortunately, she wasn’t that lucky. Returning to her computer, she types in a reply.
Hi Marilyn,
Thanks for letting me know. What exactly happened?
Larissa Weems,
Principal of Nevermore Academy
She lets her signature autofill as she presses send, pulling out her phone.
You feel your phone vibrate against your leg as the tears freely fall down your face. Wiping them away, you glance at your phone.
L♥️: Are you ok my love?
L♥️: Marilyn mentioned something happened, what's wrong darling?
You: Nothing, I just overreacted.
L♥️: Love, you may go overboard with your reactions but I know you. You’ll only do it if something triggers you. So what’s up?
You: The uniform sleeves don't quite cover my bandages. Yoko, Divina, and Bianca were all gossiping about it. Yoko called me a depressed psycho. I stood up to punch her but Nesie and Xave stopped me.
L♥️: And you’re the one Marilyn chose to send to my office? Where are you by the way?
You: Out near the forest, by the tree thats away from the others.
She grabs her binoculars as she receives your text, looking at the window. Sure enough, she sees you in a ball by the tree.
L♥️: Did you want me to come down?
You: Do you have work to do?
L♥️: Admittedly, yes. But I’d drop it if you need me.
You: While I’d love to see you, you should work. I’ll be ok, love.
L♥️: Ok darling, text me if you need anything. You look delicious in red by the way.
Red? You weren’t wearing- oh. You spread your legs wider, allowing her a better view up your skirt.
You: I thought you’d like them. ;) Didn’t think this would be how you saw them though.
L♥️: You sexy little brat.
You: Go back to work, Riss. If you’re lucky you’ll see them in person later.
L♥️: If I’m lucky? Lets not forget who owns you, darling.
You: That's now how it seemed last night when you were wrapped around my fingers, moaning like a pretty little slut.
L♥️: Don’t get used to it, love. It’ll be you screaming for me soon.
You: We’ll see bubs, now go back to your work.
Both of your cores were hot with desire as you put your phones down. Taking one last look at you, Larissa turns back to her work. Putting in your headphones, you go on Spotify, pressing play on your playlist. COFFIN by PLVTINUM fills your ears as you lean your head back against the tree.
“Cause I’m about to spend a month’s pay on cocaine. Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend, spit in his face. Take a motherfucking nine M to my brain. Put my body in designer, in my coffin.” You softly sing along to the lyrics, your head resting back against the tree.
The bell to end the period makes your eyes fly open. Shit. Quickly getting up, you sprint back onto school grounds, barely making it to fencing in time. The next bell rings as you hurriedly fling open the door. Yoko, Divina, and Bianca all look you up and down with a disapproving look as you head over to Nesie and Xave. “You ok?” They mouth and you nod back in response. “Y/N, glad you could make it, where’s your fencing uniform?” Rubbing your neck, you look back at him. “Sorry coach, I have it here, I just had to sort a few things out with Principal Weems last period.” He stares at you for a few seconds, face expressionless as he tries to find any sign of lying. “Alright just go get dressed. You’ll be fencing with Wednesday.”
You head into the changing rooms, quickly chucking your suit on and walk back out, your mask and sword in hand. “What happened?” Nesie asks as she pulls her mask on, readying up. You do the same as you reply. “Nothing. I didn’t go to her office. I just went and sat by a tree. She just checked up on me over text to make sure I was ok.” Coach Vlad’s voice interrupts any form of response she was going to say as he walks over to start our bout. "Prête, ALLEZ!”
You’d learned to read Wednesday’s fencing quite well, her usually taking the offence as you sit back and wait until she slipped up. However, she’d started to pick up on your tricks too so your fencing matches usually lasted a lot longer than everyone else. You let her try an attack on you, parrying each one. You feint an attack, before lunging forward and making contact with her chest. “Point to Y/N. Reset.”
Breathing heavily, the two of you return to en garde. “Allez!” The sound of metal on metal rings through the room as the two of you go through a series of attacks, you lunge forward but she counter-parries your attempt. Quickly moving back, she pushes you towards the end of the piste. All attempts at regaining your control are parried and your foot finally goes off the strip. “Point to Wednesday. Tie point, reset.” By now, everyone else has finished their bouts and are now standing watching your final match. “Let’s go Y/N.” Nesie teases as the two of you return to your starting points. You can’t help but laugh. “Bring it on, you’re going down.”
“Allez.”
The two of you burst into action. She lunges forward, you quickly parrying her attack before she remises. Again you block her attempt before performing an attack of your own. The sound of your blades connecting with each other is clearly heard through the room as she successfully parries your attack, her lunging forward again to try catch you off guard. At this, you quickly duck down under her blade, placing a jab on her chest. “Point to Y/N. Good bout you two.” Taking off your masks, the two of you are covered in sweat as you grin. “I let you win.” She says making you chuckle. “Sure you did Nesie.”
“All of you, go get a drink. We have time for one more bout before you can get changed.” Coach says as you immediately rush for your drink bottle. Xavier and Ajax come up to the two of you as you gulp back your drink. “Nice work you two, you’re always the last to finish.”
Ajax grins. “Yeah well, Nesie knows how to put up a good fight.”
“So did you get in trouble with Principal Weems earlier?” Xavier quips and you shake your head in response, repeating what you said to Nesie earlier. “Didn’t go. I just sat by the edge of the forest, she just texted when she got Ms Thornhill’s email, to make sure I was ok.”
“I wish I was in the Principal’s good book.” Ajax says, annoyedly and you laugh.
“Everyone back in your pairs.” Coach says, using that as his excuse to shut us up. “Everyone sorted?” A chorus of nods and ‘yep’s is returned back to him. "Prête, allez!”
For some, the bouts were over by the time your’s and Nesie’s was just getting interesting. Again, you two were the last to finish. Again, you beat her 2 to 1. She had scored the first point and you got the last two. “Every time I think I’m getting a grasp on your technique you switch it up.” She says, annoyedly as you take your mask off, your hair damp from sweat as is hers. Both of you struggle to regain your breath as you walk into the changing rooms. “Sorry Nesie.” You grin, turning on the shower as she does the same in the next stall. Quickly ridding yourself of sweat, you get back into your uniform as the bell for a 20 minute interval rings. Nesie exits her stall not long after, falling into step with you. Reaching the quad, you see your group already chilling in a circle at one of the tables.
“So how’s it going being back in classes?” Eugene’s question earns a death stare from you. “Jesus Y/N! That bad?” Enid can’t stop the chuckle escaping her. Wednesday sits down beside her, placing a kiss on Enid’s cheek as she does. “I wouldn’t joke about it cara mia, it genuinely isn’t going well.” Her voice is soft as she murmurs this, leaning against Enid’s shoulder. “What happened?” Ajax says, still not fully aware of the previous events of the day.
“Well first off, I had to be here. Larissa’s alarm went off at an ungodly early time and she wouldn’t let me stay in bed to sleep. I’ve also got detention every day this week so that's not too great either. But the main one was in botanical science. Yoko, Divina, and Bianca were making fun of my arm because my sleeves don’t fully cover the bandage. Yoko said I’m a depressed psycho. Naturally, I went to knock her the fuck out but unfortunately, didn’t get that far. Get this, Ms Thornhill said I was the one that had to go to Larissa’s office. Not the cunts that were gossiping about my arm and calling me names.” Your fingers reach up to rub your temples as you say this. You feel your phone in your pocket, reaching in to grab it, you see a new message from Larissa.
L♥️: Are you ok my love? You look stressed. Beautiful, but stressed.
You: Do you make it a habit of watching me at school? Yeah I’m ok darling, don’t worry about me.
Flicking your head back to the others, they’re all smirking. Nesie especially. That’s when you realise the heat that’s spreading over your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you apologise. “I’m sorry, what's going on?”
“Well I was asking what Principal Weems thought of the whole thing but you didn’t appear to hear me because you started smiling at your phone, blushing like a fucking idiot. Has our little Y/N found someone?” Enid says, a grin on her face.
“I- yeah. A girl I met in Jericho the other day.” The lie falls easily from your lips to a collection of gasps from the group, Nesie just continues to smirk, folding her arms over her chest. “Aww Y/N! I’m so happy for you!” Enid’s arms pull you into an unexpected and very excited hug. Carefully extracting yourself from her embrace, you smile. “Thanks Enid.”
L♥️: More so lately than before but yes, I guess I do. You saying don’t worry about me makes me worry about you more because that’s how I know you’re not ok. Now come on, spill love.
You: I just have no motivation because no matter how hard I try to hide my arm, everyone comments or gawks at it. Doesn’t help that I was versing Nesie in fencing so I’m absolutely exhausted, she always puts up a fight.
L♥️: I’m sorry, my love. Is there anything I can do?
L♥️: I don’t think I’ve seen you fencing but I’ve heard so many things about it. I can imagine you’d be going for a while against Wednesday.
You: No detention? 🤔
L♥️: Nice try love but no.
You: Goddamn it.
You: Was worth a shot right?
L♥️: Sure it was darling.
The rest of the day dragged on. Although your friends helped you hide your arm from everyone, it was incredibly hard when you didn’t have them. The countless wide-eyed stares followed by not so hushed whispers about the fact that you’re a freak, or you wanna die. Truth be told, since moving into Larissa’s quarters, you hadn’t had a single thought about hurting yourself but those comments definitely brought back some unpleasant feelings. You open the door to Coach Vlad’s office as the bell rang to end the school day.
“Ah Y/N. You’ll be writing an apology to Ms Thornhill. It needs to be at least a page long and explain why your actions were dangerous and unacceptable.” He says, handing you a couple of sheets of refill paper and a pen.
“Yeah great whatever.” Taking the paper and pen from him, you slump down in the corner of the room, putting in your headphones and grabbing a book to press on. You had only written a few sentences before the door opened. Assuming it was just another student, you didn’t avert your gaze from your letter until you heard the familiar soft voice that makes your heart skip a beat.
“Sorry about the interruption Vlad but there’s been a change of plans. Y/N needs to help sort out a mess she left me to deal with earlier today.” She says, giving Coach a smile. You just look up at her confused, what mess? You left everything where you’d found it when you left this morning. “Y/N, off you go.” The minute those words leave Coach’s mouth, you’re already walking out the door, not waiting for him to change his mind.
“Riss, what mess?” You say, hurriedly trying to keep up with her long brisk stride as she walks through the corridors. She doesn’t say anything, just increases her speed. The minute you enter her office, she shuts the door, locking it as she slams your back up against it, her hand around your throat. Gently kissing down your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you, she pauses.
“The mess you left me with is me. I couldn’t focus on anything but you since you spread your gorgeous legs down at the tree. Now you’re going to be a good little toy and let me fix it.”
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Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde tramp
And she's probably gettin' frisky
Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick
Showin' her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know
I dug my key into the side (into the side)
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights (both headlights)
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats
Right now, she's probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably sayin', "I'm drunk"
And he's a-thinkin' that he's gonna get lucky
Right now, he's probably dabbin' on
Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo
Oh, and he don't know
Oh, that I dug my key into the side (into the side)
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights (both headlights)
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats
I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
A-'cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me
No, not on me
'Cause I dug my key into the side (into the side)
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights (both headlights)
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats
Oh, maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats
Oh, before he cheats
Oh
Amen 🙏
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justfangirlstuffs · 1 year
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Not Defective
Wearing a mask to impress others is beyond exhausting. Thankfully, you aren't completely alone in this endeavor.
You x Sun (Agent Dawn)
Why am I here? That was the question you'd been asking yourself multiple times now. The question you asked yourself while you had a grin plastered on your face and sweetness injected into your tone. It was your mask for the night, and it was one of the more exhausting roles you had to play.
If there was one thing life had taught you, it was how to mask. How to pretend. Out in the 'real world', life was a stage and everyone was playing a role. And if you didn't play along, you were booted off the stage, blacklisted, and scorned. So, ironically, there was very little real when it came to the 'real world'.
You were currently busy trying to win over some elites whom the agency were looking to make backers. Originally, you weren't supposed to be at the forefront of this adventure, yet, inevitably you had caught someone's attention and now they would not leave you alone. No matter how many times you tried to politely excuse yourself, or pass along the hint that you just were not interested, this guy would not let up.
No, you did not want to take a cruise on his most recently bought yacht, seriously, what the absolute hell, and if you had to remove his hand from your hip one more time you might just stab it with one of the serving forks. However, you reminded yourself, it was not polite to punch this guy in the face, or spill your drink on him, or use his throat as a stress toy. No, no, you were blending in with 'polite society'. Your job was to smile and play the game, no matter how exhausting it was. No matter how you felt like downing wine glass after wine glass just so you didn't have to be mentally present for any of this.
“I feel like I've shared my entire life story with you,” the barnacle of a person said with a laugh that sounded so fake.
Damn near, you thought. It was a credit to your acting skills that you had faked being interested in any of it.
He sidled close to you, invading your personal space for what must have been the dozenth time. “I'd much like to get to know you.”
And there again was the hand, okay. Fork. Stab. Where is a fork so you could stab... no, no, violence is not polite, no matter how gratifying it would be right now. You just wanted out. You wanted out. Please, someone, anyone...
“There you are, darling! So sorry to keep you waiting.”
Your heart gave a small skip as you were gently but effectively, pulled away from the offending party and against a much more familiar and far more comfortable person. You gazed up at Agent Dawn, cheeks heating but the relief that flooded you was overwhelming.
“Ah, you two... know each other?” The man said, looking both dumbstruck and a little emasculated. Good.
“Yes,” you said, taking the line Dawn had cast you and wrapping your arm around his waist. “The two of us are very close.”
“So close there's not much room for a third, I'm afraid,” Dawn said with a little shrug and a friendly grin that was just a touch sharper than usual. “Better luck next time, friend.” The friend was very sardonic, a bit of salt in the wound.
The man's face turned beet red. Pride thoroughly run through, he skulked off. You released a long breath, relaxing against Dawn's side. You felt his fingers gently squeeze your shoulders as he looked down at you.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly.
“Fine, I just...” You trailed off, your throat closing up. Shit, not now. You could feel yourself shutting down. You took deep breaths, forcing yourself to keep from hyperventilating.
Agent Dawn must have sensed your distress because he took your arm and, looking much like a gentleman escorting you so as to keep others from noticing your breakdown, he guided you away from the party to an outside area. The cool evening air was a welcoming relief and you took several deep breaths. Your body was shaking and you had to bite back a few tears.
“Ahaha, wow, sorry,” you apologized, dabbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. “Gosh, this is embarrassing. You must think me silly or something.”
“Now why would I think that?” Dawn asked, pulling out a black pocket handkerchief and offering it to you.
You accepted it with a mumbled 'thank you'. “I've never been good with stuff like this. Yet, it seems to come so easily for everyone else. I feel like such an alien most days. Like... something with me is broken, or I wasn't made right, you know? Defective.”
“I don't believe that,” Dawn said, leaning down so he was at eye level with you. “Not for one second. I've seen you in your element, and you're brilliant. You have talents others don't. What you bring to the world, and this agency, no one else can. And if you continue speaking badly about my dearest friend, I may have to punish you.” He said that last line with a playful wink.
You gave a small snort, which bubbled over into a laugh. It was incredible how quickly at ease he could make you feel. How he was able to make your world-ending issues seem so small and laughably insignificant. Or maybe he just made you stronger, more capable of dealing with them. Either way, you felt better, like you'd been pulled away from a deep hole that you would have had a time crawling back out of otherwise.
“Do you want me to take you home?” he offered.
You shook your head. “No, I'll see this through. Just... could you stay with me?”
“I'll be by your side the rest of the night,” he promised. “At least until you get sick of me.”
You grinned at that. “Not gonna happen.” You held out his handkerchief. “Did you need this back?”
He placed a hand on yours, gently curling your fingers over the scented cloth. “Why don't you hang onto that for me, hm?”
Your face heated but you didn't refuse. The two of you rejoined the party, and with Dawn by your side, the night was significantly more bearable. Your smiles felt far less forced because he was right there, making your world brighter, much like the sun did.
(I blame @clxckwork-sun-n-moon for this. Another fanwork from Accidentally Undercover AU by @lavenoon) The brain rot they give me is just all-consuming I swear tg.
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autisticangus · 9 months
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looking at that dabbin pic makes me really wish i could find the pics from TAZ live in nashville in 2017 cuz the photoshoot before the show was CRAZY we had like at least 100 people on a huge staircase all dabbing and i still vividly remember being in Angus cosplay and stressing abt how to dab right and a Magnus cosplayer behind me leaned over like "hey ango! do it like this!" and showed me how to dab correctly like... shoutout to that guy wherever they are now 🫡
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lebuc · 11 months
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music & metaphysics ( ala Lester Young )
* ...hoping for a jam session with the Ultimate band leader 
who's not gonna play the ax for you, or help you hit those solo notes;
just making sure there's space for your riffing & flows
...digging it when you find your way through
but should you start blowing sour notes, one who'll call you out, man  with the love & respect due a true player.
& that's where the metaphor hits the breaks, dig?
cause a true cat won't let a young'un step on somebody else's toes - noway, no how -
what with the pain & suffering through so many bad gigs worldwide,
cats getting dropped & otherwise fallin off, i don't really know what to tell you.
so the question du jour:
whether there's a truly righteous force up there looking out for us, like a cat that's got your back when you're in a tight spot - or not.
groovin thru this crazy world, dippin & dabbin like Coltrane riffs, it'd be nice to know there's something keepin us on the one;
cause if not, it can all turn into chaos & dissonance just like that, man
& pros will tell you
that's no way to make great music  - like we aim to. * 5/23 - lebuc - music & metaphysics ( ala Lester Young * )
* look him up...
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