#kush speaks

[rustybutterknife]

I feel like y’all would find this funny, but I recently got a new container for my weed. Which was originally used to store dog treats.

It’s definitely a treat for this dog!

#rusty speaks #dog therian #canine therian #dog kin #therian #therian stuff #weed cw #weed #tw weed #kush

[nnato]

#if I speak #like since when does victor look like THAT?! 👁️👁️ #also if Victor wouldn’t have tagged him I wouldn’t have recognised Olli in the second to last pic #Victor martins #olli caldwell #kush maini #sophia floersch #sophia flörsch #gabriele mini #nikola tsolov #f2 #f3

[aprimesrpcorner]

​❛ this is the dollar store , how good can it be ? ❜

Optimus Prime noticed an interesting product and showed it to his old friend. "Ironhide look, it's the good kush!"

And well when he was hit with that question, he snickered, and let out a little wheeze, yep that sounded like Ironhide. "I do suppose you have a point." He said with a little smile.

#❤️optimus speaks ❤️ #((Lol the good kush)) #((A classic)) #😂crack rp😂 #battlexworned

[fagnumopus]

Why does Redeken have such random ass strains. Some of them are so aromatic and feel like velvet in my throat and then they be having fucking cold creek rush which tastes like snorting tree bark 😭

#tho ill give it that.... cold creek kush do be having a smooth asf release #elliot speaks #weed #smoking

[stars4chratt]

Subconscious

Pairing: Matt x fem!reader

Warnings: Again, smut / use of drugs / confessing / cocky to sub!Matt / softdom!reader / high sex (i do not condone this in any way guys, just a fair warning) / praise / stoner!Matt / grinding / handjob / vanilla(ish) / mommy kink / pet names (sweetheart, princess, mommy, etc etc) / a trip (no pun) / aftercare / a lot of swearing

Summary: The reader and Matt have been the best of friends ever since they were eleven. As they got older, the more vulnerable they were to alcohol and drugs. Matt would always be by her side getting high and drunk at desolate and abandoned parks, or maybe even in Matt’s room. Matt and the reader agreed to only stick to natural stuff like weed. But now, they’re taking it up a notch by taking a round and earthy psychedelic.

Author’s Note: stoner Matt > as i’m writing this i have Matt’s recorded twitch streams playing in the back. MY BAD I KEEP ADDING THE SWEETHEART PET NAME WITH MATT I JS LOVE IT SM ESP AFTER THE BAGS TT. Anyways, this wasn’t requested or anything this is something i just really wanted to write because i love it when there's a best friend trope weaved in <3 HOPE YOU ENJOYYYY. From Maxine, with love ♡.

“Are we still friends? Can we be friends?” - ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?, TYLER THE CREATOR

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Matt has always had an obsession with spirituality and the 60s. From the posters of Jimi Hendrix on his walls, to the deluxe edition Beatles vinyl records that sit alongside the vintage record player on his hardwood dresser.

Ever since Matt’s dad bought a collection of thrifted CDs for his car when he was only a toddler, he fell in love with psychedelic rock and the whole new era of love and peace and tranquil that came around in the mid to late 20th century.

Whenever he isn’t in his cramped and maximalist abode smoking bubba kush, he’s out going to underground stores which sell abstract and kaleidoscopic clothes and fashion statements in general.

The vibrant colours and the political mindsets and the pure lack of fucks to give during the time period has Matt enamoured. Calling him a big fan would be putting it extremely lightly.

You and Matt first met in 6th grade of middle school. From what you can remember, you were sitting next to him.

He was laser focused on his assignment with big and obvious headphones clasped onto his head.

Bobbing his head slowly to the smooth and flowy melodies, you pat him on the shoulder.

He turns his head and immediately pulls the headphones to the side so one of his ears perks out.

“What music are you listenin’ to?” Matt instantly thinks you’re about to ridicule him. He, for some odd reason, has always been the victim of mockery. You never understood why, he’s such a cool and chilled out kid.

“O-oh…um…” Matt stutters nervously. He was truly unsure of what to say or do in this situation. You could feel the fight or flight trigger in his hard gaze.

“Gimme the headphones! I wanna listen.” Exclaiming with an odd sense of compassion. Matt furrows his eyebrows and looks at you funny but still gives you his headphones anyway.

You whiz the headphones around your ears and onto your head. The hallucinatory notes mixing with the light and staticky voices put you in a heavy but pleasing trance.

You feel a big smile wipe across your face clean as you look back at Matt staring at you impatiently. Silently telling you ‘give me my headphones back, you weirdo.’

“This is so cool! What’s the song called?” You speak enthusiastically, still with a big grin on your profile.

Matt’s eyes light up slightly at you. You can’t tell if it’s because he’s shocked at your interest in this type of thing or because he was alarmed by how bubbly and enthusiastic you are.

“Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds… It’s by the Beatles.” He drawls out, now looking down at the floor and fidgeting with his fingers.

“Siiiiiick. Are there any more songs like this one?” You hand him back his headphones, you start to rock in your chair in anticipation and out of looking for something to do now that you don’t have the sensory fulfilment that is Matt’s music taste.

“Oh of course. They’re a band with a bunch of other songs and albums, kid.” Matt calling you kid after almost instantaneously sparking an acquaintance with you makes you giggle to yourself. What a funny nickname for someone you just met.

“Well, can you show me them? Pretty please?” You utter with an exaggerated pout on your lips as you flutter your eyelashes at him. You intertwine your hands and rest them at the side of your face to hyperbolise the sad puppy look, making Matt chuckle lightly.

“Fine…there are many other bands like them, y’know.”

“Show me those ones too!” Yelling down his ear with eagerness, he flinches at your noisiness and covers his ear you just bellowed in.

“Ugh.” He scoffs in annoyance, whilst you’re sitting across him with the biggest twinkle in your eye.

“Yay! Thank youuuuu.” Your genuine excitement makes his face flush into a deep maroon. He turns his head around in embarrassment, trying not to maintain eye contact.

“Yeah whatever, kid.”

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

NINE YEARS LATER

“Wanna try it?”

What Matt has in his hands is a vacuum sealed metallic bag. You could not make out what it is but you knew for sure it was some kind of drug.

“What the fuck is it? I thought we made an agreement that we weren’t gonna do chemical shit. Y’know how I feel about that.” You scrunch your nose in both confusion and disgust. Yet you were still curious as to what Matt was holding in his hand.

“Kid, have you never heard of magic mushrooms before? Jesus, for someone who smokes a fuck ton of wedding cake, you seem to have no clue what these boomers are.”

“I do know what a fucking magic mushroom is, Matt. I just didn’t want it to be a bag of heroin or some shit like that.” Your legs cross whilst you look at him through your eyelashes. You’re genuinely hesitant since you’ve never tried a mushroom before. Yeah, you smoked weed. But this is a whole different thing. This is a literal psychedelic.

“Heroin at mass is sold in baggies or balloons, stupid.” He chortles. “As I was saying, are you gonna try it with me or nah?” He chucks the small pouch at you. 

There’s a small plastic window where you can see the muddy fungi inside. You cringe in distaste, you wonder to yourself where the fuck he got them from. Incredibly skittish, you want to back out. But curiosity and temptation is killing you at the same time.

“I don’t think I wanna try this Matt. It seems stupid.” You scoff. Matt smirks down at you and grabs the bag again.

“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it, kid. It’s just mushrooms, you’re not gonna die.” He waves the sealed bag tantalisingly around your face.

“Fine, fine whatever.” You give him the bird and suck your teeth. He chuckles like a little child at your offensive remarks. He offers you the bag again.

“Ladies first.” He remarks cunningly.

You break open the packet and receive a heavy waft of dirt. You turn your head the other way immediately as a natural reaction. The strong scent makes your face almost turn inside out in repulsion.

“You’re so dramatic.” Matt smirks. You turn back at him with a mean glare.

“You sniff it, then. ‘Cuz you’re soooo tough.” You jitter mockingly right up in his face. Dragging your hand right under his nostrils for him to get a whiff. His eyebrows knit close together and screw his eyes shut.

“Who’s dramatic now? Hm?” Your teasing rhetoric strikes one of his nerves. He immediately plunges his hand in the bag and takes the squishy piece of matter.

“Hey hey, slow down. Let me get one out.” You yell out at him in shock at his lack of hesitancy. He rolls his eyes with impatience while your shivering hand places itself into the plastic bag to pick one out.

“Oh yeah, just so y’know, this could last up to 5 hours.” Matt states super casually. Your eyebrows raise as you look back up at him. You’re not all that surprised though. What were you expecting? It's not plain jane weed, it’s mushrooms.

“I don’t give a fuck anymore, let’s just get this over with.” 

Soon after you said that, you both hastily gulped the abnormal saprophyte down. Both of your faces contort at the peculiar taste and texture.

“Eurgh… that was the worst.” You gag at the displeasure going down your throat and into your digestive system.

“Yeah, this is a one time thing for sure.” Matt affirms with a deep frown. He turns to his queen sized bed with silk sheets and plops down next to you.

“When will these hit?” You quiz him curiously. Tangling and playing with the strands of your hair out of a way to distract yourself from what you just did.

“It's the same principle as an edible, it’ll take a while to hit. So don’t take another one.” He mumbles inconspicuously since his face is half smushed into his soft mattress.

“Shall we smoke some weed while we wait?”

“No, dude. We’d literally die. Let’s not fuckin’ kill ourselves from severe psychosis tonight, yeah?” 

You smile at his stupid banter. It’s what made Matt so appealing to you. His dry humour alongside his ridiculous behaviour when you’re both stoned as shit is like taking a breath of fresh air. Knowing each other for almost ten years and you two still never get tired of each other. Constantly hanging out, doing stupid and reckless shit ever since you two were tweens. True best friends.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

A while has passed, and the both of you are so far out of your heads. Every single time you turn to look at each other, the more distorted everything gets. You see things you don’t actually see, you hear things you don’t actually hear, you smell things you don’t actually smell. The tie dye-like swirls on Matt’s tapestries that hang proud on his walls disfigure and circle around putting you under a strict hypnosis.

“Holy shit…” Matt’s voice rattles through your cochleas, making your head sting from the blare. You move around to see him while your vision oversaturates and wiggles with no rhythm or control. 

“W-what is going on…” The bare echoes of your voice tingles your senses. The soft scent of Matt’s white musk incense blazing in the background fills the crevices of your nostrils and massages your brain, it was the only thing soothing you from the extremity of the situation.

“Matt…I’m scared…What the fuck is going on.” Abruptly, the effects on your voice quickly transitions into a thick static. The sensory overload inflicts the both of you. You feel incredibly overwhelmed and almost spiral into a state of panic.

“I’m here, I promise.” Matt mutters under his breath. His clammy hands take a hold of your wrist firmly. You look up at him to see his pupils viciously dilated while finding it hard to breathe.

“I’m so scared.” You shudder. Pure anxiety soaks you up but is squeezed back out when Matt moves your head to rest on his shoulder. He tilts his head so it lays on top of yours.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise.” Your heartbeat pounds rapidly. You don’t say or do anything both because you’re way too high as well as wanting to savour this moment since you purely assume this will never happen ever again.

Why is Matt being so soft with you? Ever since you two first met, he’s never been the type to call you these names.

“From now on. Weed n’ fuckin’ weed only.” You demand in a serious manner. Matt sighs out a laugh while he strokes your hair in reassurance. “Of course… p-princess.”

You purse your lips as a way to try and hide the excitement from Matt calling you these sudden names. A million thoughts come racing through your mind all at once. You’ve gotten both high and drunk with Matt on several occasions. Are the mushrooms that strong?

Your vision is still eradicated and infused with neon reds and pinks. You want to close your eyes but when you’re in pitch black darkness, the patterns become more prominent and it freaks you out to an extreme.

You hear Matt whisper delicately which makes your ears perk up indefinitely. You twist your neck to look up at him for his gaze to meet yours. His mouth hangs slightly open with his pupils large and his eyebags hang low across his defined cheekbones.

“l-like…you..” He sputters out. He sounds like he has no more control left in the muscles of his face any more. Jesus christ, this shit is strong. 

“...huh…” Rebound of the vowels smushed on your tongue and teeth is elevated by the effects of the drug. Both you and Matt are incredibly discombobulated. You raise yourself from underneath Matt’s figure for you to try your absolute best to attempt to understand what he just said.

Matt’s now looking up at you through the locks of hair that drape over his low and inflamed eyes.

“I really…really like you… like, ‘ver since… I-I got to know you better in 6th grade…I now have a decent excuse for why I’m telling you this... I’m fucking tripping balls.” He laughs it off as if he didn’t just confess his feelings to you off the rip right in front of you, face to face.

You just sit there gazing down at him bewildered with your mouth agape. He clenches his lips shut and frowns slightly, averting his gaze down to the bed in regret of just blurting that out.

“Matt…w-what the fuck…” Immediately after you utter this question, Matt slaps his hand over his mouth and starts to slightly curl himself up into a little ball like a shrivelled raisin. 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I-I ruined the experience… I thought you felt the same way and I was thinking too quickly ahead of myself I-I’m really sorry-”

You pat both of Matt’s shoulders and force his head up to look at you.

“Matt, I-It’s okay… I promise you. I-I feel the same. I know we’re both high as fuck right now, but I know for sure t-that I’m telling the truth. I really like you, Matt.”

His body loosens underneath you in reaction to your words. Your thumb rubs softly over his defined cheekbones. The frown on his face turned upside down completely into a large smile. 

Your big and swollen pupils squint down at him. His heavy breaths, his cherry pink lips resting lazily and hanging slightly open, and his frizzy  and dishevelled hair that drapes gracefully over his droopy eyes.

Everything about him, the whole sight of him makes you soaked at your core.

Your thighs clench together in desperation and you grit down onto your bottom lip intensely. The flesh of your hand is still resting on Matt’s face. You can feel the pricklyness of his stubble on your very fingertips.

The two of you just stare at each other, admiring every little thing about one another. In a comfortable but loud silence. The effects of the drug are still sharp around the edge, jabbing and stabbing both of your 5 main senses.

You feel your body start to give in and fall forward into Matt. Your forehead clashes with his. Your large breaths blend together.

Abruptly, he tilts his head up. His lips just graze against yours. You can tell he’s desperate with his eyes full to the brim with lust and eroticism. You pull away lightly with a smirk on your face whilst Matt writhes and squirms. He tries to follow your head so he can make contact with your mouth. He really wants to kiss you.

Seeing him this vulnerable makes you melt. What once was a bad-mouthing, cocky and smug little shit who smoked with you every week was now gone. He’s now tripping on mushrooms underneath you with a throbbing semi.

You manoeuvre yourself over so both of your legs are spread on top of him. You’re in a cowgirl position, with Matt. 

His prick pulses harshly beneath your heat. The only thing stopping the contact between the two of you are your clothes. Matt’s now fully hard, to the point where his dick has developed a tent in his harem pants. 

You start to sway your hips back and forth. Matt’s head flips back fully and his mouth hangs open. His Adam's apple is fully revealed and bobs up and down marginally. His hefty breathing now transitioned into hot and rowdy moans and whimpers.

“Look at me baby, look at me while I grind on your cock.” You finally spoke, after there was nothing but whines and sobs filling the air.

“Y-yes mommy…” You sigh out a sharp laugh. Knowing your arrogant friend who’s always causing a riot with alcohol and dope is now rock hard thanks to you, moaning and whining into your ear like a little bitch fills you with an overwhelming sense of fulfilment.

“Yeah that’s right, be a good boy for me. Keep calling me mommy.” You feel as though you could do anything to him right this second. You had all of the power and control over Matt. Your teeth grit together and the smirk on your face largens.

“You make me feel so good, Mommy. Y-you’re gonna make me cum…” The words come spilling out of his mouth like calm waves of the ocean. What used to be the intense sound of his voice from the drugs now turned silky smooth from the euphoria spooling out from your sensitive nerves.

You stop rocking your hips on top of his cock. Matt looks up at you with his bottom lip concealed fully inside his mouth by his teeth. 

“Take your pants off baby, lemme make you cum properly.” You command him pompously. Immediately, he speedily grasps at his waist band and tugs it down his thighs.

His cock bounces out of the loose fabric. The tip was swollen and pink with precum dripping out thickly. The rhythm of his breath matched with the harsh trembling of blood flow to his dick. 

“Jesus Christ… and I barely did anything to you, not yet anyway.” You tease. Matt’s face jams up with impatience and knuckles his hands into his vibrant sheets.

“P-please just touch me. I really wanna cum mommy.” He pleads eagerly. His eyebrows furrowed deeply into his skin and his face splashed apricot pink. His whole body shivers. Anticipating heavily for your skin to press into his.

You reach out your hand and wrap it loosely around his large and thick cock. You slither down his shaft slowly in a jesting manner. You leer up at Matt to see him gaping down at you, panting stiffly.

Your pace on his dick starts to quicken. Your fingers clench tightly around him making him jolt up into your hand.

Matt loses all control within himself and starts to thrust up and down hastily. Practically fucking your hand. You push him down with your other palm and hold him into place. You shoot him a mean stare as he gulps down what was left of his pride.

“Don’t move.” The stern tone infused in your voice makes Matt quiver. He tugs at the collar of his shirt and pulls it up his face to conceal his severe embarrassment.

What’s happening right now tells you one thing that you never would’ve thought would be the case. Matt loves being controlled. He admires the idea of being dominated. And you are contributing to that fantasy.

The pad of your index and middle finger press onto his fleshy, rosy-red tip faintly. A choked up whine crawls out of his throat and his legs rise upwards but your weight stops them.

“M-mommy… please don't stop... I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it baby. Don’t be shy. Be a good boy for mommy and cum.” You start to go faster and more harsh on his sensitive tip. Matt’s entire body shakes and his hips buck and lock into place.

“Cumming mommy, c-cumming...”

His tip suddenly spurts out long thick strings of his load. Onto your face, your hand, your clothes, your chest, everywhere. Every single time a white rope would come spilling out of his prick, an intense shiver would shoot through his body and his shirt is now crumpled into its original place.

He gasps intimately while you sit there with his seed still dripping down your face. 

Matt’s eyes suddenly widen and he raises his entire figure in a panic to grab the box of tissues on his bedside table.

“No no, don’t worry. I got it.” You disclose to him delicately. You tug out a few sheets of tissue and wipe at his skin from the waist below.

“I’m sorry for making such a mess… I didn’t think it would be that bad.” Matt utters sorrowfully. He pulls his pants back up and you grab more tissues.

He takes hold of your wrist to take the tissues from you. He places his thumb onto your chin to position you as he folds the tissues.

“It’s fine Matt, I enjoyed it. A lot, actually.” You grin compassionately as Matt swipes at your face with the tissues.

“I think that’s the first and last time we’re ever gonna do mushrooms, though.” He snickers, crumpling the dirty tissues and chucking them into the bin lying at the side of the bed.

“Yeah, one time thing.” You rest your head on his stomach, you rise and fall with his breathing.

"Can I braid your hair?" Matt casually inquires. "I have a bunch of charms and hair ties."

You beam a smile from ear to him, your face fills up with a cherry blossom pink.

"Yeah, of course Matt."

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Author’s Note No.2: I think this will most definitely have a part 2. I have no complaints with making a series, if you haven’t already noticed with me always bringing up pins n’ needles. This took me a while to write because I’ve been busy with exams and social life. But I finally completed one after 2 weeks!!! Yayyy!! ‘Till next time, pooks.

༝༚༝༚, Maxine.

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[saltpepperbeard]

OBLIGATORY COMPLETE OFMD SEASON 2 TRAILER THOUGHTS AND RAMBLES POST™

Woo boy this is going to be a long one, and I mean, A LONG ONE LMAO. And, of course, all in good fun; i simply just Have To Scream and Incessantly Ramble. So, if you'd like to scream along with me, and read through an ESSAY OF THOUGHTS HERE SHDKJSDHS-

I just have to start things off with my babygirl. With the babygirlest of babygirls. LOOK at that pining. INSANE levels of pining. "When will my husband return from the war" levels of it, quite frankly PFFF. And with the hair back and the slut strands out too like???

I will say, it's very interesting to see him pining like this out in the open. I very much expected him to say locked away in his cabin most of the time, and stay entirely masked whenever he's out. But it seems like he makes STEPS towards healing rather early into the season, as the Kraken Getup seems to drop pretty quick. So, I'm very interested to know how that'll play into his dynamic with other characters (Fang, for example, seems to take notice, based on the comment he makes in the next screenie).

regardless, babygirl you're so strong and beautiful and i'm wrapping you in a blanket, kissing you on the forehead, and express shipping your man RIGHT into your arms. it'll get better, i promise.

but no really i'm going insane because like...just when edward teach couldn't get anymore beautiful, he really decides to pull up with a MESSY BUN???

HIIIIIII FANGY HI FRENCHIE HELLLOOOO MY SWEETHEARTS <3

I don't talk about Fang nearly as much as I should because I love him so much. I think getting a hug from him would Heal Me, actually. Like please hsdjkss he's so sweet- "I've never seen Blackbeard like this 🥺." CAN I GET HIM A PUPPY? I'M GETTING HIM A PUPPY.

Also please are they eating cake hsdksjks. ARE THEY EATING WEDDING CAKE. Imagine your raid is to crash a wedding, steal cake toppers, and then eat what's left of the wedding cake jskdhsdjkls. DREAM JOB???

AND THEN THIS. HOOOOO BOY. HOOOOOOOOOOO BOY.

when i tell y'all i am Foaming At The Mouth over this. Like, it obviously guts me to see Stede crying, but it makes me SO intrigued to know what made him come to the more stark realization, what made him flip from optimistic and bitchy to more somber and pained.

There SEEMS to be some sort of shift sometime around when he sees Ed's wanted poster, because there's that shot of him looking melancholic in the rain. But it doesn't quite seem as stark as THIS.

It makes me wonder if it's a gradual assembly of puzzle pieces, ie finding out about the marooning, then Lucius, then Ed's scourge across the Caribbean, etc etc. And it slooooowly dawns on him that his decision to leave in order to keep Ed happy ended up doing EXACTLY the opposite.

OR, I wonder if this is following the reunion—a PAINFUL one at that. Like, maybe he still was going into it a bit idyllic, and was holding onto the hope that it would still be alright...only for Ed to react poorly/in a way he never anticipated to see. He went into it maybe with a bit of anxiety, but ultimately leaned on the denial...only to have all the fears confirmed.

Or maybe it's a mixture of both. But either way, it's SO so interesting to see him have to SIT with it all. And even though it hurts to see HIM hurt, I'm actually very glad they addressed this and made him feel the heavier weight.

...Only to transition right into silliness here with this shot dHJKSDKLS. ed babe listen i get it. i Get It. i'm right there with you, babe.

BUT ALSO, makes me wonder what he was smoking in his pipe beforehand. Or maybe it was the transition from pipe to a straight BLUNT that got him shdjksd. Or MAYBE it was just ~*~the sapphic kush~*~ that took him out PFFFF. wlw on mlm violence idk.

SPEAKING of which...

here we go, lesbians. here we go, lesbians, come on. oH MY GOD, LESBIANS,,,

do you think anne and mary want me

BUT OKAY LMAO THESE TWO,,,

With that whole shot where it looks like Anne just kissed Stede, and the way they're both 👀👀 at Ed and Stede having their tense little interaction, I have to wonder if their gaydars go off and one or both subsequently decide to stir shit up PFFFF. Like, causing chaos by making Ed/Stede jealous type deal. And maybe Anne kissing Stede is what makes Ed choke on the blunt sdhkshdks WHO KNOWS.

Regardless, very excited to see the pairs interact. WHO KNOWS WHAT SORT OF MLM WLW SHENANIGANS WILL HAPPEN SDKJS.

And ALSO in relation to that scene, I just have to shdjksdhljksdkls over the editing because it took me out. Ed being like "And more importantly, no more Stede >:)" only to show his little wedding topper doll with Stede's subsequent "HULLOOO, IDWAD."

Killed me. KILLED ME DEAD. And also, a neat little way of editing call Ed out on his bullshit REAL FAST HSDJKSL. like, honey, you can try, but you know full and damn well that silly little guy has burrowed into the deepest chambers of your heart. he has your heart and you have his, WHOOPS.

Ricky, right? This is Ricky??

"WHEN I CATCH YOU, RICKY. RICKY, WHEN I CATCH YOU, RICKY..."

So okay, a nose prosthesis is metal as hell, but that means we ALLLLLL know who he got tangled with PFFF. And I believe we see him in the Republic of Pirates talking to Stede and Co??? So I'm very VERY interested to see how that all devolves, and how he goes from vibing to wanting to throw hands.

Unless he was like, on some sort of reconnaissance mission for the British in the first place.

But I digress. RICKY, WHEN I CATCH YOU, RICKY. RICKY, WHEN I CATCH YOU HSDJKLSLKS

...The way I missed this SEVERAL times over, and didn't even see it until someone else pointed it out in another post.

IZZY WITH A HOOF PEGLEG. PRESUMABLY FROM THE UNICORN. BECAUSE WHERE ELSE WOULD THEY GET A WOODEN HOOF HSDKLJS.

But that also has me like 👁️👁️ for SO many different reasons. How did he lose a good portion of his leg? Was Stede the one to offer up the unicorn leg as a pegleg?

And TRULY, WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH HIM AND STEDE ANYWAY HSDKJLS LIKE I STILL CAN'T EVEN WRAP MY MIND FULLY AROUND THAT ONE,,,

My running theory is still that like...Izzy wanted a very specific version of Blackbeard. Izzy wanted someone who no longer exists, or maybe never existed to begin with. And so Izzy thought he was doing right by taking Stede out of the picture and nudging Ed back into a more viscous type of pirating...

Only for that to COMPLETELY backfire, and for Ed to get far more unstable. And like, something something Izzy was already complaining about Ed's "erratic moods" and "questionable decisions" BEFORE Stede came into the picture, so I doubt he's going to be content with Ed's turmoil and all the impulsivity that'll likely come with it.

So maybe, MAYBE, I'm thinking he'll have a bit of growth by realizing that Ed and Stede need each other, or maybe that Ed was way happier when things were smoother between him and Stede, at least. And knowing him and his characterization lol, it might not even be a selfless realization/decision. Maybe he'll only be doing it because he wants a less emotional version of Ed, and thinks that having Stede around and being cordial with him will allow that to happen.

And maybe it leads to even MORE growth when he gets roped into training Stede/the crew idk.

Regardless, REGARDLESS, they are one of the last pairs I ever expected to team up, because they were ACTIVELY bitching at each other all through last season HSDJKS.

HI AGAIN OLU MY SWEET LOVELY OLU MY SWEETHEART DARLING <3

BUT WHO ARE WE FIGHTING, SIR. WHAT'S THE TEA????

I'm not 100% certain, but it SEEMS like this is at Jackie's, or at least in the Republic of Pirates somewhere. And based on Ricky's injury, and also other little tidbits of footage, it SEEMS like something goes down there. Maybe some sort of scuffle between the Navy and our guys or something equivalent that snowballs into even ~*~Larger Problems~*~

SEE BECAUSE YEAH—EXPLOSIONS?? CANNON FIRE??? WHAT'RE Y'ALL DOIIINNNGGG LMAO.

And it's so wild because I definitely see Olu (with the CROCS OFC LMAO) and Pete, and then I THINK I see Lucius and Izzy in that mix too??? So like,,,

WHAT DID Y'ALL GET TANGLED IN SDHJKSKLS. AND WHERE IN THE SEASON WOULD THIS FALL??????

Oh this hurts lol. This one hurts. This one hurts a LOT. Stede Bonnet stop breaking my heart Challenge: impossible.

Because that's his home. That's his soul placed into a ship. That's the conglomeration of his hope, and heart, and adventure, and family,,,

And it's in RUINS.

LIKE, CAN THINGS STOP GOING BADLY FOR HIM ACTUALLY HSDKJS. CAN HE STOP GETTING DECKED BY HIS TRAUMA OVER AND OVER AND OVER. BECAUSE,,,

Fresh off the "you defile beautiful things/you're a monster/you're a failure/you ruin everything you touch" train, and he comes back to this. And if this is after he reunites with Ed and realizes things are bad, then man, that'll be even WORSE.

LIKE, NUMEROUS CHAMBERS OF HIS HEART HAVE BEEN SHREDDED. HIS HOME AND HEART ARE BROKEN.

mmMMmmmMMMMMM DAVID CAN WE MAYBE NOT <3 SHDJKLSKS

BUT, off we go cartwheeling from that footage to a VERY interesting bit of dialogue from Stede:

"The entire escape relies on this."

Escape?? ESCAPE???

Here I was thinking they enlisted they help of the Red Flag Fleet and/or Susan to try and catch up with the Revenge. So, ESCAPE???????

Did they get captured? Snatched up from the Republic of Pirates or something equivalent? Does someone have beef with Ed and holds Stede and Co hostage because they're trying to aid him?

OR, are they voluntarily on that ship to hide/lay low from the Navy or something, but their cover has been blown, and they have to quickly flee back onto the Revenge?

Very very inch resting whatever the case.

...

STEDE. FOOKIN. BONNET,,,

🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎

LIKE SIR, WHAT THE FUCK SHDSKD, Y'KNOW??? WITH THE STIDDIES OUT AND THE EARRING AND THE SCRUFF,,,

GOD LMAO. JESUS CHALUPA. CEASE.

like, you're telling me ed is going to see him like this and isn't going to IMMEDIATELY drop and start tying his hair into a ponytail? mmmMMKAY

BUT OKAY—ACTUALLY, that joke sort of brings me to a more angsty theory, because of course it does lol. I have to wonder if Stede is dressing like this because he legitimately wants to, OR, if it's because he feels like he has to.

Like, something something he's trying to do everything he can to win respect and establish himself and ALSO win back his man. And, something something he is ONCE AGAIN doing what HE thinks Ed wants, as opposed to what Ed might ACTUALLY want. Like, "Oh, he's a notorious pirate. He'll like me again if I have a little more gruff and backbone, right? That's what pirates like, right???"

LIKE NO YOU DOOFUS HSDSHDS HE LOVES YOU AS YOU ARE, JUST AS YOU LOVE HIM HOW HE IS. AND HE DREAMS OF DRESSING IN A DRESS WHEN MARRYING YOU. SO LIKE,,,

IF THAT IS INDEED THE CASE, I'M BEATING ED TO THE CHASE AND HEADBUTTING HIM MYSELF HSDKJLSDS.

*grumbling* even though it's a very VERY good look on him, so i hope it's more on his own volition.

I just want him to feel comfortable as HIMSELF, and feel like he doesn't have to perform/conform to anything. And I think there's something very deeply queer about him and Ed BOTH going through that. They're BOTH trying to figure themselves out and what they're comfortable with and who they want to be. And I hope that, IF this is his look, it's something that HE wants entirely.

((Which makes me raise my eyebrows a bit more because of the Cunty Red Jacket. Because he's CUNT. And also his curls are more pronounced when he wears that too. SooOOOoooOOO?????? VERY interested to see what he wants, and where he comfortably settles))

AND GODDDDDD ONTO YET ANOTHER VERY EYEBROW RAISING PART LMAO.

So, we've seen that shot of someone falling into the water like 80 million times at this point. And this trailer ALSO showed an additional shot of said person SINKING into the gloom. At least, I THINK it was the same person/connected. Again, could be a total misdirect lol.

And then we've seen all the blue-tinted shots of Ed off on his own somewhere, fight someone/something all the while being accompanied by some unknown figure.

And BECAUSE of the tinting/consistent lighting, and BECAUSE of the figure accompanying him, I have to also wonder like others similarly are...

Is this a DREAM???

Is this some sort of unconscious sequence where Ed works through trauma/hurt/demons? Is that person with him the ghost of Hornigold or another significant figure from his past? And does said sequence end with him jumping from the cliff and allowing the Kraken to disappear back to the gloom???

But something that makes that whole theory SUS is the shots we've gotten of someone, presumably Ed, coming up out of the ocean. And it's not tinted blue like all of these other shots are.

So it's just hsdjkhsdjksdhskjdhsjksfs??????

Regardless, REGARDLESS, I think all of this points to Ed going on some sort of journey, some sort of bout of self-discovery and self-acceptance. I think he's going to heal parts of himself, or at least SETTLE with parts of himself, no matter the circumstances. And that would be so good because I want that so badly for him. I want him to be able to do that for himself.

...AND SPEAKING OF HEALING SHDJKSKLS

BUNNY. BUNNET. SIR THAT'S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT STEDE BUNNET.

but omfg this is yet another case of my brain not being able to piece together timelines. because ed babe where ARE you. "BABYGIRL WHERE ARE YEEEWW..."

He looks so soft, and also has on a different ring??? An emerald/cyan looking ring??? AND THE KRAKEN RING THAT TAIKA ALWAYS WEARS HSDKJS.

So I just hsdjkhdjklsdhdjklshsjkls. "jodi you'e literally going to find out in like less than a month" I KNOW I KNOW OKAY BUT THAT DOESN'T PREVENT ME FROM GNAWING ON MY DESK FOR 18-ISH MORE DAYS HSDKJLS.

Also, as an aside, I SO very hope this leads to Fangy getting a puppy. I SO very hope that the "pets befouling the ship" clause is scratched from the rulebook PFFFF.

LOOK AT MY SWEETHEARTS HAVING FUN. LOOK AT JIM BEING UNHINGED SHDKJSS LOVE THAT FOR THEM. SERIOUS GOOSE IS BACK TO SILLY GOOSE!!! LOOK AT STEDE LOOKING LIKE A PROUD DAD. THIS IS THE SHIT I'M HERE FOR!!!

also hi hello is that archie. dO YOU THINK ARCHIE WANTS M-(GUNSHOTS)

i'll just be in the corner sobbing over being attracted to so many of these damn pirates. like, it's an Issue

...mmMMMMMM ONLY FOR ME TO TRANSITION RIGHT BACK INTO ANGST TERRITORY LMAO. BECAUSE STEDE, DARLING, WHAT IS THAT INJURY???

I've seen people theorize it's a stab wound, a bullet wound, or some sort of wound that was burned/cauterized. Either way, EITHER WAY, OUCH??? CAN MY DARLING PLEASE KNOW PEACE HSDJKSDKL

Also again, this all plays back into my theory that they're having a party, only to get crashed by some sort of navy personal or another pirate bounty hunter of some variety. And Stede gets captured/tortured.

*Banging pots and pans together* WHEEEEERE ARE WE IN THE TIMELINE WHERE ARE WE IN THE TIMELINE WHERE ARE WE HSDJKLSHDLKS

Same shirt, but has his EARRING. And is BATTLING A SHIT TON OF PEOPLE. So I would assume this comes AFTER the party fiasco, but also jsjshdjkshlJKHDKLS????

Also the CONCERN on his face is so striking. It makes me wonder if he's looking at Ed. ESPECIALLY because—

SAME BEACH, SAME BATTLE??? SEPARATED BY THE PARTY FIASCO AND ARE NOW FIGHTING TO GET TO ONE ANOTHER?????

But two things about this shot. Well, three, if you count me absolutely FOAMING at the mouth at getting to see Ed battle because hsdjhsjkhsdjkls bARK,,,

One, his sword is bloody. Love that for him. King shit. Slicing and dicing.

BUT TWO, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, HE APPEARS TO BE HOLDING HIS RIGHT SIDE. NOT THE LEFT SIDE WHERE HE'S BEEN STABBED LIKE 12+ TIMES, BUT THE RIGHT.

HE GETS INJURED??? DO THEY BOTH GET INJURED?????? DAVID I KNOW WE HAVE LIKE 18+ DAYS LEFT BUT I'M DYING OVER HERE HSDJKSLDS

oh hi izzy lmao the way i did not expect the hardest line in the trailer to come from him.

"You don't know the first thing about piracy. It's not about glory, it's about belonging to something."

God. GOD. I really feel like he's going to end up surprising me so much this season lmao.

((BECAUSE NOT TO MENTION, THE FACT THAT HE'S TALKING TO RICKY, AND IT JUST SEEMS,,, 👀))

oh god y'all lmao. want to see how loud i can scream. because, i missed this my first few watches, and didn't even notice until it was later pointed out in people's posts, but,,,

LUCIUS!!! L U C I U S!!!!!! MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND LUCIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BEARD, WOODEN FINGER, AND ALL.

MY DARLING. MY GUY. MY BESTIE!!!!!!!

Listen, I was like 99.9999999999999999% sure he was alive okay lol. Because NARRATIVELY, he had to be. NARRATIVELY, I think his death would have sent things into irreparable places. Also, silly little pirate rom/com; Y'ALL CAN'T KILL OFF ONE OF THE MOST BELOVED CHARACTERS LMAO LIKE NO WAY.

But regardless, I'm so happy to see him. I'm SO so happy to see him. AND I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HIM REUNITE WITH PETE, AS WELL AS SEE HIS REAL AWKWARD INTERACTIONS WITH ED, I'M SURE HSDJKS

Obligatory Wee John in drag mention/shoutout. Because come on now. COME ON NOW. HE'S FUCKING SERVING. ABSOLUTELY SLAYING. THAT BLUE LOOKS SO SO FUCKING GOOD ON HIM TOO. AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY FOR KRISTIAN AS WELL LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

Annnnnnd Obligatory Tealoranges mention/shoutout because goodness, look at them. LOOK at them. LOOK HOW SOFT JIM LOOKS. LOOK HOW SWEET THEY ARE. I'M EATING MY ARM!!!

*Baywatch Theme starts playing*

But okay okay what are we thinking:

Training montage/sequence? Or romantic moment?

STEDE'S ROCKY MOMENT LMAO, OR STEDE'S ROMANTIC HERO MOMENT. RUNNING TO GET GAINS, OR RUNNING TO GET HIS MAN.

OOOOOOO BITCH LMAO. OOOOOOOOOOOO BITCH. *RUBS HANDS TOGETHER*

and also snorting at ed's eyes because, just when i think they can't get any bigger,,, just when i think he can't possibly get even More Eyes than usual,,,

But okay hi hello WOWZERS this sequence. This one REALLY has my brain churning.

And I'm subsequently in the camp of thinking that this is very very soon after their reunion, if not their REUNION PROPER. I'm sort of leaning more towards the former, because something tells me they'd want to keep their reunion proper a secret/save it, since it'll likely be a very pivotal moment.

But regardless, SOMETHING SOMETHING SEASON 1 EP3 MIRROR? STEDE FINDS ED INJURED AND WATCHES OVER HIM???? I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW HYPE THAT WOULD MAKE MEEEEE HURT/COMFORT AND PARALLELS MY BELOVED!!!

Because Ed is DEFINITELY injured. Blood on the side of his head, various cuts and bruises across his face, etc etc. And Stede looks very Concerned when he calls his name. So I'm just 👀

Not to mention also, Ed seems VERY out of it. His eyes are wide/glazed-looking in all of the subsequent shots. And his first reaction is to headbutt Stede away shdkjshdkjs.

So again, the theory that it's right around their reunion seems very plausible, based upon reactions and outfits and the like. BUT WHO KNOWS.

also, for the record, still sobbing at how stede keeps his arm protectively draped over ed during these shots,,,

AND *RUBS HANDS OVER THIS ONE TOO*

,,,and maybe also *wipes tears away* because he just looks so SERENE. he looks so CALM. i have to wonder if this is after a pivotal moment in his healing, be it from his own realizations, an intimate conversation with stede, or both.

i just hope he's legitimately feeling better right here because i want that for him. i want that SO bad for him. I WANT THE WORLD FOR HIM!!!

Annnnnnnd ending it off with this shot because omfg. Three things.

One, JACKIE AND ED GIRLS NIGHT REAL,,,

Two, Ed trying something "different" has me sobbing and throwing up. He just wants to be comfortable. He just wants to be HIMSELF. He just wants to stop PERFORMING AND MASKING.

Three, THE SWEDE AND JACKIE LMAO??? SWACKIE??? THE SWEDE LOOKING SO INCREDIBLY HOT??? THEY WERE NOT LYING WHEN THEY SAID EVERYONE WAS GOING TO BE HOT SHDJKSD

anyway, if you made it this far, then bless you and your resilience LMAO. but also if you made it this far, you're probably just as excited as i am. like, after this trailer, after seeing all of our darlings and seeing the silliness and seeing the interactions...

idk, i'm just feeling THAT much happier. i'm feeling THAT much more confident in our showrunners/cast/crew. and i cannot WAIT to continue feeling happy with all of y'all <3

18 DAYS AND COUNTING. CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HOW WRONG I AM LMAOOOO <333

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #OFMD Season 2 #OFMD S2 #OFMD S2 Speculation #OFMD S2 Spoilers #Revenge Rambles #Gentlebeard #Blackbonnet #Edward Teach #Stede Bonnet #Izzy Hands #Anne Bonny #Mary Read #Prince Ricky #Tealoranges #Oluwande Boodhari #Jim Jimenez #Lucius Spriggs #Wee John #Black Pete #Frenchie #Fang #The Swede #Spanish Jackie #WHEW TAGS LMAO #AND WHHHHHEW THIS POST #SO SO MANY THOUGHTS

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Angel always washes his sheets when he knows you’re coming over, there’s something about being surrounded by the scent of fresh laundry and you that completely ruins him. He finds he sleeps better in clean linen, and it becomes a weekly thing instead of fortnightly, even when the two of you haven’t made plans.

He drinks less these days, his fridge actually full of food instead of orange juice and beer because he likes to make you breakfast in the aftermath, sometimes you like to cook when you come over. He enjoys having you around, he looks forward to the nights where you’re his and only his.

There’s a domesticity to the relationship, one that he’s never allowed himself to have before. The women he’s been with since Luisa are fast and fleeting, a place to drown himself when the world becomes too much to bear, and he needs to lose himself.

It’s when he comes home to you, wrist deep in dirt, pulling weeds from the flower beds that line the front of his house that he realises how serious shit has got between the two of you.

“Sorry.” You tell him, using the back of your hand to brush a strand of your hair away from your face. “It’s been bothering me for a while.”

“Yea, no it’s fine.” He tells you, kneeling down and taking up residence next to you. He looks at you wearing one of his shirts thrown over a strap top and those Levi’s that fit you just right. You’re completely in your element, your face streaked with soil, hair tied back as you work. His lover, the kush farmer, the gardener, the botanist.

“We need to prep the soil.” You tell him, letting the gritty, dry earth slip through your fingers. “All of this is devoid of nutrients, I’ll get some compost from the farm, maybe some manure from the horses up by Riz’s place, dig it out and liven it up a bit. Is that ok with you?”

“What will you grow?” His voice rough as he speaks because he’s never had someone so invested. He thinks it means that you’re here to stay because you know, he sure as shit has no fucking idea how to keep something other than himself alive.

“I was thinking we could choose something together.” You say, nudging your shoulder with his. “Play into your vibe, probably some succulents and cacti. I don’t think you’re a lilacs kinda guy, although they are a great pollinator, you’d probably end up with some butterflies and bees. They’re pretty good at smothering weeds too and the smell when summer hits…” You trail off, your cheeks colouring as you tilt your head to meet his gaze. “Sorry I’m getting ahead of myself. Your garden, your rules.”

Fuck you’re captivating to watch. He doesn’t know anything about this horticulture shit but for you it’s a passion, you light up when you talk about it, you’re in your element with your fingers in the earth. He doesn’t know what the hell he did to deserve you.

“I love you.” He blurts out suddenly and he expects you to be taken aback, to reel away from the force of the words that leave his mouth.

“I know,” You tell him, a smile gracing your features as you take in his surprised expression. “You think I don’t see it?”

He’s got nothing to say to that, he really hasn’t. He knows he’s not the most forthcoming of men, he plays his cards close to his chest when it comes to his feelings because he’s been burned before. However, he is impulsive, emotion driven, he feels deeply. He’s not surprised that it bleeds into his physical actions.

“The shit you do for me, it means the world. Making sure I eat in the morning, when you know I’m about to spend a day in the fields, giving me a ride home when I’m too tired to function, running a bath when you know I’m sore. I’ve never been with someone so attuned to me. So, yea, I love you too, and this…” you point at the flowerbed. “is my way of showing it. I’m just really shit at expressing myself, hence why I’m letting you pick the plants instead of just throwing myself into it.”

He laughs because what you don’t realise is that all of these things you’ve listed reflect the shit you do for him. The nights you hold him close in the darkness after he’s had a nightmare, hands soothing over his back as you whisper in his ear, the fact you know he always needs physical reassurance when the two of you are together. You never judge him for it, you never make him feel needy or clingy.

“C’mere.” He mutters, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and drawing you close. You smell like fresh earth, musky and rich, he buries his face in your hair, the contours of your body fitting perfectly against him.  “I love you and you can plant whatever the fuck you want.”

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[thatlittleegyptologist]

Educated Egyptians were into sophisticated insults? Do you have any favorite examples of that?

They're not 'into' sophisticated insults, it's that their insults are more sophisticated than 'fuck you'. I don't have a favourite example, but examples formed part of my PhD so have this one from P.Bologna 1094 3, 5-10:

'Mahu, Scribe of the Armoury of Pharaoh l.p.h. speaks to the Scribe Pewehem. This letter is brought to you to the following effect: Do not be a senseless man who has no education. One spends the whole night teaching you and passes the whole day instructing you, without your listening to any teaching, but you act after your own fashion. The ape understands words, and it is brought to you from Kush. Lions are trained and Horses tamed: but as for you, one does not discern the like of you within all mankind. Take note of this.'

[monocodoll]

Drug Dealing Mod Report (Dealing Drugs and Custom Plants)

Another month has passed, which means I am doing another report regarding my Drug Dealing mod. In my previous reports, I had shared images of the meshing of some of the items that were going to be used in the mod. As well as share the effects that the drugs would have on the sim. The effects being while under the influence, addiction, withdrawals, and overdoses were some of the things I went over in my previous reports. For this report we will go over what I had worked on since my last report. Which is the Dealing aspect and the creation of custom plants.

Dealing Aspect

To First begin dealing drugs, you will need to assign a Drug Dealer NPC to any sim outside your household. The Drug Dealer NPC will be a sim that you will be able to Buy Drugs from and Inquire about Dealing.

Once you assign your NPC Drug Dealer, you can now purchase drugs from your NPC Drug Dealer. Your dealer will have a chance to roll 6 random average quality drugs each day. And between 8:00PM-4:00AM your dealer will roll 4 random high quality drugs. As of this moment the high quality drugs only have a higher potential earnings when selling them.

The prices of the drugs are all tunable. So if you were to want to increase the cost of the drugs or lower them. You can!

In order to become a drug dealer, you will need to inquire about drug dealing to your NPC Drug Dealer. As long as you two are friends, you will be given permission to start dealing. Which your sim will then aquire the skill.

The Drug Dealing skill has statistics which record the number of drugs that you have sold and the revenue that you made from them. Each in their own individual category and all together. The seperate groups are... [Cannabis]

-White Widow

-Purple Haze

-Skunk

-OG Kush

-AK47

-Amnesia

[Psychedelic]

-LSD

-Shroom

[Pills]

-MDMA Baggy

-MDMA Pill Bottle

-PainKillers Pill Bottle

-Adderall Pill Bottle

-Xanax Pill Bottle

[Powdered]

-Cocaine

-Meth

-Heroin

The Drug Dealing Skill also has challenges. The challenges at the moment are Cannabis Dealer Expert, Psychedelic Dealer Expert, Pill Dealer Expert, Powder Dealer Expert, Big Shot Dealer, and Good Drug Dealer.

Cannabis Dealer Expert

Upon Completion of the challenge will net you 25% more revenue from selling Cannabis products

Psychedelic Dealer Expert

Upon Completion of the challenge will net you 25% more revenue from selling Psychedelic products

Pill Dealer Expert

Upon Completion of the challenge will net you 25% more revenue from selling Pill products

Powdered Dealer Expert

Upon Completion of the challenge will net you 25% more revenue from selling Powdered products

Big Shot Dealer

Upon Completion of the challenge will net you 25% more revenue from selling any drug products.

Good Drug Dealer

As long as you are able to sell 50 Cannabis or Psychedelic drugs and continue to not sell any pill or powdered drugs you will get a lower sentence when being dealt by the police.

The requirements to meet these challenges are also tunable. If you were to want to lower the amount to complete the challenge or increase it.

Now that we have some supply we can sell some drugs to other sims. In order to sell to other sims you will first need to meet a relationship value of 15 with the other sim. Which you can then speak about drugs. This can be a study about drugs or a funny drug story for example. Eventually the sim will either become interested or not interested in drugs. When the sim decides. You will be able to seal the deal to the sim. Selecting a product from your inventory.

The higher your Charisma skill, the more likely a neutral sim will be willing to purchase drugs. Sims that are for drugs will always be interested. And Sims against drugs will always never be interested. For Drugs, Against Drugs, and Neutral sims are all determined via their traits.

If the sim were to be interested in drugs. They will purchase the drugs. And you will have the drug removed from your inventory and you will earn some simoleans. Which are dependent on your skill level, a random number between a mininum and maximum amount, and if you were to have some completed challenges from the Drug Dealing skill which could increase your earnings. This time around you are able to sell up to 4-5 drugs to a single client. before they receive a cooldown of 8 hours. (In my Arms dealing mod I made you all sell only one product to a sim. Which at least in my playthrough selling 5 a day was a chore. So I increased the amount that you are able to sell before the sim isn't able to buy anymore.)

Additionally, the Minimum and Maximum value's are tunable. So you can customize sell prices of the drug products to better fit your economy. I will demonstrate a single example of how the earnings work for the drugs.

[Explanation of how earnings of dealing drugs work]

For example Average Cocaine has a default price of 400. It also has a min sale value of 350 by default. and a max sale value of 550 by default. Additionally, for each skill level in the Drug Dealing skill increases your earnings by 5%. And if you were to have the Powdered Dealing Expert Challenge completed you will have an additional 25% boost to your earnings. The Big Shot Dealer challenge will also give you a 25% boost to your earnings.

[Math Example]

So with all those values. Lets say your sim has a Drug Dealing Skill of 10, has completed the Powdered Dealing Expert and the Big Shot Dealer challenge. And the min and max sale value of Cocaine are the default values of 350 and 550. The price of average Cocaine is also the default value of 400

-Drug Dealing Skill level 10 provides 50% increase to earnings

-Powdered Dealing Expert provides 25% increase to earnings

-Big Shot Dealer will increase earnings by 25%

So total markup value will be 100%

The price of average Cocaine will be multiplied by our markup value.

So, 400 *(0.50 + 0.25 + 0.25) = 400

Then, a random value will be selected between our min and max sale value of cocaine. The min and max are 350-550. Lets say we got lucky and we got the max value of 550.

Now, our earnings for selling average Cocaine would be (400 + 550) = 950

[When Sims Are Not Interested In Drugs]

When sims are not interested in drugs, depending on their traits or profession. They will either tell you they aren't interested and nothing negative will come from it. Or they will threaten to call the cops.

(I know of the spelling error. I will fix that)

You will have three options to react to this. You can choose to Bribe, Intimidate, and Runaway. This mechanic works just like my Arms Dealing mod.

[Bribe]

You will offer cash for the sim to turn the other way. If sim accepts they receive payment and you are free to go. If sim refuses your bribe, then the cops will be called. Where you will inevitably be arrested.

[Intimidate]

If you succesfully intimidate the sim, they will not call the cops and you will be able to leave. If you are not succesful, the sim will call the cops and you will inevitably be arrested.

The higher tier gun that your sim has in their inventory, will increase the likelyhood that the intimidation will work. Yes the guns will be the same from my Arms Dealing mod.

[Runaway]

If you succesfully runaway, you will be given a timer to leave the lot before the cops show up. If you fail to leave the lot. The cops will arrest you. If you fail to runaway, the cops will be called and you will inevitably be arrested.

The higher your athletic skill the more likely you are to be able to succesfully Runaway.

[Arrested For Drug Dealing]

If your attempt to evade the cops fail, an officer will respond and you will be taken to prison and Sentenced.

My sim has only been sentenced to a day in prison. The sentence is purely dependent on the value of the drugs contained in your sims inventory. By default for each Cannabis item you will receive a 250 Fine, For each Psychedelic you will receive a 500 Fine, For each Pill Bottle Drug you will receive a 750 Fine, and for each powdered drug you will receive a 1000 Fine.

The sentence can be a day, three days, or 5 days. The value needed to receive a 5 day sentence would be above 7500, for three days it would be between 5000-7500, and a day would be between 2500-5000. Anything below 2500, I would like to work on a house arrest function. (House arrest not implemented yet.)

You will also get a standard fine of 2000 for Drug Dealing. So getting caught can be very costly.

These values are all Tunable. So you can play around with the fines and the threshold to get a certain sentence.

Custom Plants Aspect

Before I mention what has been worked on regarding the plants. I would really like to thank @bietjie as they had walked me through making custom plants and have helped me each time I ran into an issue. Without the assistance, the implementation of these plants would most of likely taken much more longer. So again thank you.

One of the most popular feauture requests with a Drug mod was making harvestable plants. As of this moment, I have made 8 different plants. 6 Cannabis Plants for each strain I introduced to the mod, a Coca Plant, and a Opium Plant.

[White Widow Cannabis Plant]

[Purple Haze Cannabis Plant]

[Skunk Cannabis Plant]

[OG Kush Cannabis Plant]

[AK47 Cannabis Plant]

[Amnesia Cannabis Plant]

[Coca Plant and Opium Plant in the backround]

Sorry forgot to take a screenshot of the opium plant.

These plants will be used to produce ingredients needed to produce drugs. Coca Leaves will be used to produce Cocaine, Opium will be used to produce Heroin, and the uncured buds will be used to produce edibles or you can place your uncured buds in a jar to cure the buds. Which after it is cure you can get a baggy of the strain of weed.

And that is all I have to report on for this month. I have most of the dealing aspect of the mod completed. And Just finished making my harvestable plants. Up next, I will most likely work on the crafting/production of drugs. Which includes curing weed to get weed baggys, producing Cocaine to get bricks, producing heroin to get heroin baggy's, producing Meth to get a Meth package, producing MDMA baggy's or pill bottles, and producing Lean. So there's gonna be a lot of meshing for the other non harvestable ingredients.

Now I'm going to be a ghost again. However, I'll leave you a sneak peak of the new jars filled with each strain that is curing.

#ts3 modding

[spotsupstuff]

What is your take on how The Cycle works in Rain World?

Because I was reading the most recent post of Sparrow and it said that she died and came back, but then in other post it said she reincarnated as someone else??? It left me a little bit confused

i gotchu, good fellow, doncha worry (reminder to the lore nerds out there that this is Specifically my take on this with which i am Not tryin to stick to the canon lore with teeth n nails. this is my very own bog to trudge through)

SO in my for-the-serotonin take that we constantly poke at here, there are Actual Gods present (based off of the existence of the Void Worms, spun a lil more wildly outwards into world-building). they had been forgotten or forsaken by a lot of the population in favor of their little man-made gods aka the Iterators

the only places where the faith in them survives are the ones where the folk culture persists still. so Sparrows is technically a pagan! this whole eradication of the original local believes happened as a result of religious colonization of the whole world by a culture originating in The Wellspring. think what happened in Europe with pagan believes and christianity

this came to me when i realized how fuckin weird it is that the ENTIRE planet went through with the Mass Ascension. where's the cultural variety? Somebody would have resisted, somebody would have stayed- some branch of culture and belief would have looked at that n wouldve gone "are you stupid what the fuck, that's not how That spiritual aspect Works. get lost with that" because the religions just wouldn't match

either way- the existence of the Folk OG Gods is important to know, because this whole "die, but come back to life again the next day" kush was a gift from one of the Gods!!! one of them thought that it is unfair that a life should be cut so early, that an individual should lose all that they've developed in this life spontaneously, often because of things they couldn't even control. it was meant to be a mercy. a near bottomless bucket of second chances to pull from and keep trying living the best and happiest life one could possibly lead

The Wellspring Ancients with the belief that took gloobal control and then the Extremist of that religion however started propagating this blessing as a curse. so little haters syndrome

reincarnation as a different person happens when one is too young or too old

when kids die they don't come back as the same people because their etheric and astral bodies haven't been developed fully yet and are therefore not rooted in the smaller cycle of Respawning since they aren't whole yet when elders die they don't come back as the same people because their energy for life at that point is largely depleted and they cannot hold on to the Respawn cycle, so to speak. so granda can bitch about the younglings on his lawn as much as he wants but he better fuckin stay indoors if he wants to stay past the Respawn expiration date

that's how reincarnation that we are familiar with in real life happens in RW! some things from past life still stay with them even into the next life. Sparrows' past life consisted of studying and fucking around with technology a lot, so when she was born as the person we know her as now, she was a techie prodigy

just like in actual Buddhism, person's karma at the end of their life determines where and as what they will be born. Sparrows sucked at the religion shit in the past life as well so she was born into lower, less comfy life than her previous one. and just like in actual Buddhism, an Ancient can be reborn as an animal or a plant if they sucked with their karma REALLY badly across multiple lives

#Spot says stuff #rw #rain world #sure ill throw it into the main tag for the fun #oc tag #stating again!!! this isnt meant to be canon lore complimenting!!!! dont lecture me on this im doin my own thing #i THINK that is all the thoughts i have to it currently -squints- if anythin u can ask for more clarification as always we might end up- #-developin smth neat together at the end of it who knows #my inspirations for this are ofc buddhism and then theosophy

[yarameijer]

What do you think is Tenma's and others' favourite food and drink?

Ooh, favorite foods! Okay so please bear with me, I’m not familiar with Japanese cuisine but I’ll give it a shot!

First, the first-years! Tsurugi has a sweet tooth, but he wouldn’t admit it even on pain of death and only Yuuichi knows because Tsurugi believes it’d take away from his reputation otherwise. He loves rice cakes, especially with fillings. He’s also a fan of dried beans covered with sugar.

Hikaru is also a major fan of sweets and is willing to try whatever's offered to him, but his absolute favorite is coffee jelly. He can sometimes be bribed with sweets if necessary. To finish up the sweet tooth trio, Aoi loves any type of cake, although she prefers milder tastes instead of super sweet. She and Hikaru go out to cafes to try out their menu and manage to drag Tsurugi along eventually, although he’ll pretend to come along just to humor them. These three are also the biggest fans of going to Tenma’s place, because Aki usually has some homemade baking ready.

Shinsuke really likes onigiri, it’s simple yet tasty, and easy to share with friends. No need for any fancy dishes for him! He’s also a fan of sweets, although not as bad as the three mentioned above, and he likes fruit-flavored soy milk.

Kariya likes takoyaki the most! It’s pretty easy to get, so he likes treating himself to it if he’s done well on a test or something, or if he’s just in the mood. Since he lives in an orphanage, food options are dependent on whatever gets prepared there, so while the food is good he doesn’t really have any input in dinner. Makes it extra nice to get takoyaki as a snack for himself!

If asked, Tenma’s favorite food is whatever Aki prepares because her cooking is amazing, but his favorite dish would be gōyā chanpurū, Okinawan stir fry. He’s loved it since he was young, and now that he lives in Tokyo, it reminds him of home. He also enjoys sweet snacks, particularly mitarashi dango and sata andagi (which is also from Okinawa, and he loves it for similar reasons).

Onto the second-years! Hamano loves sashimi (raw fish), but he doesn’t really have a preference for a specific type. He also likes taiyaki, fish-shaped cakes, not only because of the taste but also because they’re, well, in the shape of a fish. He and Hayami often get some if they're hanging out after school, most often with red bean paste or custard filling. Although Hayami likes taiyaki too, he prefers gyõza (Japanese dumplings). He’s also a pretty big tea fan, especially green tea, which he has in common with Shindou.

Speaking of - everyone knows Shindou is a rich kid. Influential, loaded family that goes to operas and pays for private tutoring outside of school and eats at a five star restaurant every other month. And yet, ironically, his absolute favorite food turns out to be homemade ramen from Rairaiken (after his friends have introduced him to it, of course). He likes to experiment with toppings and is delighted whenever he finds a new combination he enjoys.

Kirino’s favorite food is sushi, also because there’s such a wide variety of it, and he can pick whatever he feels like at that moment. Luckily for him, he’s best friends with rich kid Shindou, and whenever they hang out at his manor, the staff knows to prepare sushi. Kirino takes full advantage of this and claims it’s payment for dealing with Shindou’s soccer strategy ramblings. Just like Shindou and Hayami, he likes green tea, but he prefers royal milk tea.

Nishiki picked up a love for Italian cuisine during his time abroad. He loves ravioli (stuffed pasta) and he’s got a preference for ciabatta bread. He’s lucky enough not to be lactose intolerant like many other Japanese people, and he absolutely LOVED spending time in a country with countless cheese options, in which Japan is, unsurprisingly, lacking. He’s cooked for his friends a few times and it was a pretty big success.

Midori and Kurama, surprisingly enough, share their favorite food: kushiyaki, skewered and grilled foods. Midori loves grilled pork skewers, whereas Kurama’s favorite are grilled vegetable skewers. Midori likes other types as well, but Kurama’s a picky eater so he'll stick to his vegetables, thank you very much.

Akane can usually be found with various types of bread in her bento, the specific kind switching every day. It’s her favorite snack and she usually brings some to eat during afternoon practice. Her favorites are melonpan and anpan (filled with red bean paste). She brings enough for the entire team as a treat if they’ve won a particularly hard match. She also really loves bubble tea (her favorite is honeydew milk tea), and often drags Aoi and Midori along. Aoi’s favorite is matcha milk tea, and Midori’s is black milk tea.

Aoyama, as mentioned in the AR one-shot collection, is obsessed with noodles. His favorite is kitsune udon, but he likes switching it up so he also orders other dishes quite regularly. Ichino also appreciates udon and other noodle foods (he doesn’t really have a choice, being best friends with Aoyama), and he’s also a big fan of shaved ice.

Finally the third-years! They’ve actually got a pretty big thing in common there: they all prefer the company over the food, really. Sangoku, for example, doesn’t really have a favorite food. He loves cooking, and cooking for others, and he’s a fan of trying out new recipes, although he favors traditional Japanese meals. He originally taught himself how to cook because his mother is usually busy with work, but discovered a love for it and he likes seeing his friends enjoy his food. He does really enjoy a good cup of green tea, though, like Shindou and Hayami.

Next, Kurumada! If asked, he claims he likes going to yakiniku (grilled meat) restaurants with his friends most. He thinks it’s tasty, and he likes having multiple options for food and being able to just get whatever he’s in the mood for at the time. It’s only made better by the company, although inviting his team along has been known to end in chaos.

Amagi’s favorite food is katsudon, which he has in common with Mahoro. When they were kids, he, Mahoro and their childhood friend Kousaka Yukie would eat it as often as their parents would allow - that’s where his love for shared meals began, because it’s much more fun to eat together than alone.

…I may have gone a bit overboard with this. Whoops?

Hope you enjoyed!

#inazuma eleven #inazuma eleven go #ie11 #ina11 #ie go #fanfic #matsukaze tenma #tsurugi kyousuke #shindou takuto #raimon #accidental reverse #kirino ranmaru #sangoku taichi #nishizono shinsuke

[stxrrynxghts]

Ram and Yudhishthira

So, I have seen people keeping these two men on a same pedestal, which, IMO, is wrong. Rama is not an ordinary dude. He is a GOD. So, now, I am gonna compare and contrast these too.

People usually read the Uttar kand, and go like: nah, Ram was a git. But y'all know that the Uttar Kand is said to be a later addition? That out of the 1 lakh shlokas present in the original Ramayana, only 24,000 have survived time, and are present in today's version? No?

Yudhishthira, canonically, is not that good of a character. It is he who wants the incident of Bhima being poisoned kept secret. He bets his brothers and wife and loses them, not even preventing his wife's disrobing ONCE. Then, after Dhritarashtra returns everything, they go back, and when Duryodhana offers one more game of dice, he returns to play that as well.

He asks Bhima to not kill Jayadratha. During the incognito year, Kichaka drags and throws Draupadi in the courtroom, in front of the King and Yudhishthira, yet he doesn't even speak in her favor, and stops Bhima from doing so, though this can be let go, as it would have blown off their cover.

When Karna injures him on the 17th day, and Arjun goes to check on him, he asks whether Karna has been killed or not. When Arjun refuses, Yudhishthira flies in a rage, and yells many horribly things at him, including telling how he shouldn't have been born at all.

And then, when he finds that Karna is his brother, he goes off to mourn his death, suddenly developing a love for him, the same man who he wanted dead, who called his wife unchaste and pledged to kill his brother, the same man who was responsible for the deaths of two of his nephews.

And now, Rama. Rama is very different. He was an ideal king. He was beloved by all, from his family to the people, everyone loved him. Rama was a good son. He always obeyed his father, and followed his dharma.

Rama was not only a good scholar, he was also a good warrior. He fought most of his battles on his own, unlike....certain other kings. Rama loved and cherished his brothers a lot, as well as his family. Yes, he does send Lakshmana away at the end of the Uttar Kand, but that is because both of them knew what Lakshmana was doing was breaking the rule, hence he would have to leave.

There are multiple versions of the agnipariksha. Some versions say it was to get back the OG Sita, some say it was because Rama himself did not doubt his wife, but he asked for it so that others wouldn't doubt her as well.

Bala Kand mentions Luv-Kush, and them being with Sita in Valmiki's ashrama, though the reason of them being there is not at all mentioned. Some old versions of Ramayana also say that it was Sita herself who chose to leave, after hearing the rumors on her chastity, some say that Rama asked her to go.

My perception on these events is that unlike Krishna, who showed his divinity every other moment, Rama never did so. He himself did not know how divine he was, and worked hard like a human to achieve everything. As a human, he has to make mistakes as well, which he did.

There are ample examples of him loving Sita, like after her abduction, him starting a literal war for her, or after she goes into the earth, where an akashvani has to remind him that he is not human and shouldn't behave as such.

Moral of the story: It is my opinion that Rama is not the same as Yudhishthira was.

#mahabharat #mahabharata #hindu mythology #ramayana #rama #yudhishthira

[iambabygorl]

Cherried

Eren Yeager x Reader

My literal notes on this idea from a month ago: Eren is your drug dealer and he likes you secretly and sends you money for your nails when you ask and it’s hot asf

Warnings: drug use, very much 18+

Word count: roughly 4K

Masterlist

“You’re seriously going to meet this guy in an alley outside a bar at midnight? Is this some top secret agent Cody Banks shit?”

You rolled your eyes at your friends questions as you pulled your dress over your head, careful to not smudge any makeup.

“Yes. I am going to meet him there. He’s my brothers/sisters dealer. I’m not too worried about it. Besides, you’ll be there with me.”

Your friends eyes widened as she waved her hands frantically in the air.

“Oh no no miss ma’am. This is all you. I’ll be your get away driver but I am not about to die in an ally at midnight for some good kush. Why can’t you just buy it at a licensed seller like most of us do?”

“Because,” you started, sliding your feet into your heals, “(siblings name) said this guy has the best shit known around here. I just want to see for myself.”

“Whatever you say. You look hot by the way. Maybe you’ll get it for free.” She said with a wink, handing you your purse to match your heels.

“Maybe I’ll throw on some charm then. Is this dress cleavagey enough?”

Your friend stood back, looking you up and down before nodding.

“Oh yes. If he doesn’t fuck you and give you free weed, I’m sure someone will.”

**********

The neon lights from the bar reflected off the puddles of water left in the street. The sidewalk traffic had dwindled down as you made your way outside the bar, checking left and right for passerby’s.

Checking your phone you noted the time.

11:58 P.M.

Your chin began to vibrate as the cool wind of the night cut right through you, making you shove your hands in your jacket pockets to pull it tight around you.

You shook your nerves away as you forced your feet towards the alleyway beside the building. It was a small walkway between the bar and the apartment complex next door, but you thanked whoever was listening for it being relatively clean.

A flicking sound made your head snap up, eyes catching the glimpse of a small flame a few yards ahead.

You slowed your pace, eyes never leaving the man that leaned against the brick wall, one leg propped against it as his hands cupped the lighter in his hand as he lit a joint that was nestled between his lips.

He didn’t look up as you stopped beside him. He took a long drawl, puffing out smoke into the air that soon filled your nose with the familiar smell.

“H-hello.” You said once you gathered the courage to speak. He was intimidating. A very large, and handsome I might add, man with his hair in a bun. His leather jacket was slightly worn and the dark circles under his green eyes seemed to deepen as he cut his eyes at you.

“Hello.” His voice was deep. Gravely. Something that any normal person would want to run away from if they heard it.

But it drew you in further, making you take another step forward, closing the gap a bit more.

“I think you have something for me.”

His left eyebrow raised at your statement. He dropped his leg down from the wall, turning to fully face you as he looked you up and down.

“There is no way you’re (siblings name)’s sister.”

It was your turn to pop your eyebrow up in question. You crossed your arms across your chest as you cocked your head to the side.

“And why do you think that?”

You didn’t miss the smirk that tugged at his lips as he eyed you up again. He took another puff if the joint as he bent down close to your face.

You felt your stomach turn at the man’s actions. You choked as you tried to swallow the nerves that were beginning to build back up again. How’s green eyes that bored into you didn’t make it any easier.

The next thing you know, smoke was blown into your face making you cough. You rubbed at the corners of your eyes to alleviate the burning.

“No reason. No reason at all. Here.”

You caught the small bag that he tossed at you with ease. Examining the contents, you furrowed your eye brows at him.

“This is more than a gram.”

“I know.” He said with a shrug. “It’s your first time. I always give a bit more than needed for the first time in everything I do.” His wink made your chest heat up, noting what was probably an innuendo.

You thanked him, shaking off his smirk as you reached for your wallet.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Just tell your brother/sister that they owe me.”

And with that, he walked off. You stood there, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you replayed what just happened.

You knew this guys stuff was good, so why would he give it to you for free? Especially when you were doing to pay him full price.

Pulling your phone out, you dialed your siblings number as you walked back to the bar entrance.

“Yo.” They said as they answered your call.

“Hey. Your guy is weird.”

“Who? Eren?”

“Yeah.”

They chuckled, making you roll your eyes.

“What makes you think that?”

“He just gave me more than what we agreed on. And he didn’t want me to pay him.”

Silence fell over the both of you making you wonder if they were still there.

“You ther-“

“He gave it to you for free?”

You nodded as if they could see you. You hummed in reply, stopping your walk as you stood at the front window to the bar, peeking in to wave at your friend.

“Yep.”

A sigh was heard from the other end.

“I guess I’ll be paying that off….or you will.”

“Me?”

Your brother/sister hummed to answer your question.

“Yep. Eren is like that. But I’ll see if I can just pay it off for ya. No worries.”

“Thanks bestie.”

“No problemo kiddo. Talk to ya later.”

You hung up as your friend exited the bar, shaking their coat on as you smiled at them.

“Well, nice time?”

“Mhm. Very.”

*************

Unknown: so, did you like it?

Your eyebrows furrowed at the text that glowed on your phone screen.

You: Huh

Your phone dinged not even a second later with another text from the number.

Unknown: you know exactly what I’m talking about, Y/N. Don’t play coy.

You: Eren?

Unknown: Who else?

You rolled your eyes, taking a drag from your blunt as you opened your camera. You snapped a picture as you blew out the smoke, hooded eyes making contact with the lens. You attached the picture, sending it with your text.

You: not too bad

Eren: that’s it?

You roll your eyes, wanting to enjoy your smoke in peace. Does he want you to compliment his stuff so bad?

You: fine. It’s great. Best smoke I’ve ever had.

A minute passed before his next text. You jump up to answer, a smile creeping up your face along with your blush.

Eren: good girl. 

You turn your phone off, throwing your head back in your pillow as you put your blunt down in your tray, watching the cherry red end get snuffed out.

Your thoughts turn to the man responsible for your amazing high as your eyes grew heavy.

You bet your money his hair looks even better down. And you bet he looks good shirtless. He’s so tall and handsome….and he let you feel this good for free? What else would he do for you….

************

“Erennnnnn”

It had been about four months since your first meeting with Eren and you had come to him every other week for more of his product.

Eventually, you began to pay, no longer wanting your sibling to be responsible for paying up. Eren didn’t mind waiting though. He got his money, and he got to see you. That’s all that mattered.

Your meetings became longer every time you met. He allowed you to come to his apartment for pick up now, not wanting to “risk making you sick because he’d miss seeing that pretty little face of yours” as he put it.

“You know, I’m so glad you are coming to give me even more of your money, but please stop walking right in, babe. You’re annoying.”

His comment made you roll your eyes, making it easy to brush the pet name off.

He had started calling you “babe” and “baby” recently, and it’s not that you don’t like it, hell, you love it. But, it makes it even harder for your little fantasies to stay in check.

I mean, he is a very, very gorgeous man after all.

“Mhm, you love taking my money. You love seeing me even more. Admit it.”

He crossed his arms, standing tall in front of you as he cut his eyes down at your shorter stature.

“I despise you. You’re hot, don’t get me wrong, but you’re not worth the struggle.”

You scoff as you brush past him, plopping down on the couch as you laid down.

“I’ve become your best and favorite customer. You’ll have to deal with it.”

He smirked as he came to sit on the edge of the couch beside you, leaning down as he threw an arm over the back.

His nose almost brushed yours. You didn’t miss how his eyes flicked to your lips.

“Fuck you.”

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to giggle in giddiness as you raised your leg, propping it up so it grazed his side.

“Want to?”

Eren pulled back slightly, sighing as he swallowed thickly.

He pulled himself up to stand, walking to the kitchen and disappearing behind the cabinets.

He returned moments later, a small pink bag in hand, and tossed it to you.

“There you are. Your punch card is full so you get this one free. Don’t tell (siblings name).”

“Why? What punch card?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“You know, that thing stores give out. You buy so much and fill out the punch card so you get a discount? And also, I’m about to cash in a favor from (siblings name).”

You hummed in reply, sitting up and stuffing the bag into your purse.

You stood, ready to head to work. As you thanked Eren, you made your way to the door.

Once you reached for the doorknob, a hand reached out to stop you, slowly closing the door back.

“Also,” Eren’s deep voice said as he gazed down at you, “you were right.”

Your eyes flickered to the way he kicked his lips.

“About?”

He smirked, leaning his head against the wall behind him.

“You are my favorite little customer. My cutest one, too.”

You couldn’t fight the smirk that tugged at your lips as you eyed him.

“Tell me, do you give all of your customers their own little “punch card”?”

Eren shook his head, eyebrows lifted as he smiled.

“Nope. Only the good girls.” He leaned forward a bit, stooping down to meet you eye to eye. “And so far, you’re my best girl.”

This tone had shifted into a whisper. His hooded eyes beamed into yours making your knees feel weak.

Why does Eren fucking Yeager have to be so damn attractive?

You cleared your throat, adjusting your posture.

“As I should be. Like it or not, I have you wrapped around my finger, Yeager.”

The man scoffed, head tilting back as he shook it in disagreement.

“You wished, sweetheart.”

You hummed in reply, knowing that if you just asked, he’d give you what you wanted. Anything you wanted.

“We’ll see. See you later, Yeager. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Mm, what a hard job that’ll be.”

**************

“I personally like the gel better than acrylics. They have more shine to the- are you even listening to me?”

You were indeed not listening to your friend.

You were currently staring at your bare bank account on your phone, wondering how you allowed it to get so low.

You heard your friend take a sharp intake of breath next to you, pulling you out of your quiet panic.

“Oh, girl. What happened?”

You shook your head quickly, eyes darting around to the listed prices on the nail salon wall.

“I-I don’t know. I did have an extra car payment this month, but I thought I surely had enough to cover it and nails.”

Your friends eyes knitted together in concern as she threw an arm over your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll cover you this time. It’ll be payback for the coffee you bought us last week—”

“No, I could never let you do that….but I think I have an idea…”

Her eyebrow raised in question as she watched you pull up your texts, silently opening the conversation between you and your dealer.

“Eren? Your you-know-what guy?”

You nodded, nerves beginning to eat away at your idea.

“You really think he will fork up the money for nails?”

“Well, we’ve kind of become friends, so maybe? I’ve gave him a lot of my money, so he should feel a little responsible for how low my bank account is.”

Your friend chuckled, waving you on as your fingers typed out the message.

You: Hey baby

A few seconds passed before your phone vibrated.

Eren: what do you want. What’s with the name?

You: what? I’m not allowed to call you cute things back?

Eren: not saying that at all. Glad to know I’m rubbing off on you;)

You rolled your eyes at the smirk. He seems to be in a good mood, so you prepare yourself to ask.

You: of course! Btw I have a question to ask you:)

Eren: what’s up

You cracked your knuckles, ready to risk it all.

You: could you pay for my nails pretty please

After pressing send, your eyes widened. The room began to feel hot as you felt sick to your stomach. You were prepared to get blocked, and your message had been sitting on read for too long before it dinged again.

“Oh, Jesus H. Christ.”

Your friend turned to you from her phone, leaning forward to see your nervous expression.

“What?”

“He asked how much.”

Your friends eyes widened this time. A smile took over her face as she grabbed your phone, reading through the messages.

“Y/N!! You could get whatever you wanted. Now would be the time since he’s paying!”

You shook your head, dancing your fingers over the text bar as you thought of a reply.

“No…I can’t do that to him. I’ll just get the regular.”

You: it should take maybe $50? Plus tip. That’s for what I usually get.

Eren: all right. Send me your PayPal.

You sent him your PayPal and turned to your friend.

“He’s sending me $50! I can get my nails done!”

You both cheered quietly as you were called to a chair.

As the minutes passed, you both made your way to the front to pay. You pulled out your phone to check your PayPal to see if the transaction went through.

However, you weren’t expecting to find what you saw.

Eren hadn’t sent you the $50.

No.

He sent you $250 with a note attached.

“Treat yourself with the rest, sweetheart?!”

You jumped at your friends voice that came from behind you as she read out the message Eren sent with the money.

“Geez! You scared the shit out of me!”

“If you do not fuck this man, I will gladly do it for you. What the hell?? He is wrapped around your finger!”

You felt something bubble inside of you. You had just told him you had him wrapped around your finger. He denied it, yet he just sent you $250.

Your friend grabbed your phone, accepting the payment for you and handed you your phone back.

“Well, what should we do now? You have some more money to spend.”

“No! I’m sending the rest back after I tip. I’m not taking all of that. He sent way too much.”

“You literally spend hundreds on his stuff sometimes. What’s wrong with taking a little back?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you paid, turning to your friend in slight annoyance.

“He’s a good guy. He’s trying to make a living too. I can’t take that money from him.”

“Fineeeee. I understand. Anything else you see that you want today though, I’m buying it. No take backs.”

You smiled as you linked arms, walking out the salon door.

Once you reached your friends car, you pulled your phone out again, sending the rest of the money you didn’t use back to Eren.

Not even a minute passes by when you felt your phone vibrate with a notification.

You hit the notification, opening PayPal again as you read the message.

Payment Declined

You found the smile that pulled at the corner of your lips.

That damn Eren Yeager.

**************

Eren: I’m having a party. Come.

The text was short and to the point. No further explanation given. But, you didn’t need one. You were going.

So there you were, walking up the stairs to his apartment because the elevator was broken, in your docs praying that you make it to Eren’s floor before you break a sweat and pass out.

You rounded the corner of your last flight, coming to a stop as you saw the form standing against the railing.

“Well, hello there.”

You took a moment to catch your breath before speaking a “hello” in reply.

The man was large. Very large. Blonde hair and honey hazel eyes with scruff that accented his smirk.

“I’m Reiner. Nice to meet ya. I take it you’re here for Eren’s party?”

You nodded as you stepped up the flight of stairs, now coming face to chest with the man.

“Y/N. And yes I am.”

“Well, Y/N, how about I show you the way?”

You didn’t say you knew the way. You just followed along, not bothering to shake off his arm that wrapped around your waist.

He was cute, so why the hell not?

As you arrived to apartment 845, you could hear the sound of Lo Fi music streaming through chatter and laughing.

Turning the doorknob, you showed yourselves in, Reiner escorting you through the cloud of smoke that hung in the air.

“Hey, guys! I found us another friend.” Reiners booming voice made heads turn your direction, making everyone cheer as they welcomed you in.

“And who might you be?”

“Jean, don’t make a move on the new girl. Let her get comfortable before you try to sleep with her.”

The one you assumed was Jean protested. “Sasha, what the hell? I just wanted to ask her her name!”

“Mhm. Well, what is your name, hon?”

You smiled, reaching out to meet Sasha’s fist bump with your own.

“Y/N. Her name is Y/N.”

Everyone’s head turned along with yours. The voice came from Eren who sat in a hammock hung in the corner of the room. A joint hung between his lips as he took a puff, blowing smoke that clouded his hooded eyes that held anger as he eyed you.

“Ooooo Eren, is she your girlfriend?” A boy with short grey hair asked, wiggling his eyes at the two of you.

Eren snorted, taking the joint between two fingers as he pulled it out of his mouth so he could stand. He walked over to you, eyes glaring at Reiner as he took the joint, holding it to your lips. A hand came up to wrap around the back of your head, holding you in place as you took a drag.

“Nah,” he said, licking his lips as he pulled you away from Reiner’s arm around your waist, “she’s my best customer.”

The joint lit up cherry red as you took a drag, eyes never leaving Eren’s as the group of people cheered you on and chorused “ooo’s” and “ah’s”.

Eren smirked as he bent his neck down to look at you, watching the smoke seep through your lips. You blew the smoke out, feeling your chest flutter as he sucked the smoke in his mouth.

Reiner chuckled as he backed up. He made his way to the rug where the others sat in a group.

You pulled your gaze away from Eren, swallowing the lump in your throat. You felt your cheeks burning, head already feeling light from the deep drag.

“Okay, you two, either get a room or come join the party.”

You giggle as you go to sit by the girl named Sasha. Eren sat across from you beside the blonde boy. Introductions were quickly made as you greeted everyone.

An hour passes as everyone makes small talk and smokes, all wanting to get to know more about you.

“Okay! Enough talk. We should play a game.” Sasha said from beside you.

“A game?” Mikasa and Jean ask at the same time.

“Yeah! Like would you rather or truth or dare. I could be fun.”

You heard a few groans as the others protested.

“Well- I think it could be fun.”

All heads turned to you as you spoke, a few smiling.

“Well there you have it. If new girl wants to do it, we do it. Let’s play truth or dare.” Armin said. “Annie, start us off.”

“Fine. Reiner, truth or dare.”

The buff man straightened his posture, taking a big sigh as he answered “truth”.

“Did you plan on going home with Y/N when you first came in with her?”

“I-I,” the man stuttered as he side eyed you.

“C’mon. You have to answer truthfully. I’ll go get the tequila if you don’t.”

Reiner swallowed thickly at Annie’s threat. Everyone giggled, leaning forward in anticipation.

“Yes.”

Connie and Sasha threw themselves back cackling as they tipped over bowls of snack foods.

“I knew it! You had your arm around her and everything! Sorry about that hunk, Y/N. He’s goofy as hell.”

You chuckled at Connie’s comment, shuddering when you felt a cold stare from across the room. Turning your gaze, you met eyes with green ones. Eren was mad. It was written all over him. But, what about? He didn’t have a claim over you. You were his favorite customer, who cares about some little game of confessions?

Reiner cleared his throat, wiping the sweat off his face to clear his nerves so he could get the attention off of his embarrassment.

“Jean, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to give Mikasa a lap dance.”

“If you want to keep your fingers, you’ll chose a different dare.”

Everyone chuckled at Mikasa’s threat, but someone didn’t.

Your gaze shifted back to Eren. His eyes never left you. He was staring right at you as he took another drag from his joint. The cherry red. Light flickered as it threatened to go out.

You tried and failed to focus on the game, your attention fully on Eren now. The soft smile that tugged at his lips mirrored your own as the chatter faded.

“Eren, truth or dare.”

You both turned your heads to Connie who sat rocking with anticipation.

“Dare. I’m not a pussy.”

“Connie’s dares are always the craziest.” You nodded as Sasha whispered this to you. You felt a spark of excitement in you as well.

“I dare you….” Connie looked around the room, eyes wandering as they slowly met yours, a smirk forming on his lips as he did.

“I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with Y/N.”

“Fine.”

Eren didn’t even give you a moment to protest. You’re not even sure you fully registered the situation before he caught your wrist in his hand and pulled you up, half dragging you to the closet down the hall. Before you know it, you’re falling into winter jackets, blankets and a broom inside the closet as Eren closes the door behind you both. The sound of a click was heard from outside as someone locked the door, walking away to give you both privacy.

“Well….this is nice.”

Eren sighed as he leaned against the wall across from you. His eyes bore into you once again, eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down.

“Nice outfit. Your mom dress you?”

“No. Yours did.”

He chuckled slightly as he shook his head.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

You furrowed your brows at him this time, folding your arms across your chest as you sized him up.

“If I’m so insufferable, why’d you invite me to YOUR party and agree to do this stupid dare with me?”

He but the inside of his cheek, raising a hand to card his fingers through his hair as he took a step closer to you.

“Because as insufferable and annoying as you are, I enjoy having you around. And I guess you’re alright.”

You’re not sure if it’s the fog in your brain or the closeness between you both, but you started to drift closer to him. The both of you taking small steps forward to close the gap between you two.

“I’m alright?”

“Yeah. And I’m this light, you’re kinda cute.”

“…..it’s almost pitch black darkness in here….”

“I said what I said.”

You groaned as you twisted away from him.

“You know, you can almost be so sweet sometimes. Then you’re just a big jerk—”

Your sentence was cut off as his lips met yours, a heated kiss burning on your lips.

Eren hummed as he slowly slid a hand up your arm, brushing your hair behind your ear as it cupped the back of your head. The other arm wrapped around your waist, gripping to your top tightly as he pulled you flush against his chest.

You moaned quietly as he pulled away from the kiss, green eyes meeting yours for a moment before he planted another chaste kiss to your lips, then proceeding to kiss across your jaw and down your neck.

“Shhhh. Not that I care, but we do have some guests outside.” Eren said as he bit your collarbone, placing a light kiss on the exposed skin.

“Fuck it. Let them hear.”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he knelt down on the floor before you.

“Gladly.”

Before the word was even out of his mouth, he was lifting up your skirt, putting his head underneath as his fingers pinched at the plush skin of your thighs.

You yelped, throwing a hand over your mouth as you felt his warm tongue lick a stripe up your underwear, his nimble fingers pulling at them to push the fabric aside. He sucked the material right wear your clit was, making you lift your hips to meet his face. A dark chuckle rattled in his throat, sending vibrations through you.

Once he pushed the fabric out of the way, you gasped as he licked a long stripe once again on your bare cunt.

“Oh fuck, Eren!” You whispered as he groaned, toying his tongue across your clit.

His mouth was relentless as it licked and sucked every part between your legs. You welcomed the bruising grip he had on your thighs and hips as you neared your release.

His mouth popped as he pulled it off of you for a moment, bringing two of his fingers into his mouth to wet them. He prodded at your entrance, admiring the slick shine and puckering hole as you welcomed his fingers.

He smiled at the noises he pulled from you, relishing in the sounds of pleasure that only he could pull from you.

“Good girl.” He whispered as he placed a kiss to your sensitive clit. You jumped slightly at the contact, bringing a hand down to grip his hair, slightly tugging it as you grinder your hips to meet his face and pace.

“So close. I’m so close, ‘Ren.”

He kept his pace as he licked your slit, devouring as much of your juices as he could.

As you came, a hand came up to your mouth as you bit into your palm to silence your moans. Your thighs tightened around his head and hand as they shook, spasming through the shocks of pleasure coursing through your nerves.

“Atta girl. Good fucking girl.” Eren’s praise had you throwing your head back, no longer worried about concealing your moans as they escaped your lips.

Eren pulled his head up, taking in your worn out form as he chuckled, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean.

“That was….wow.” You managed to say through pants as you tried to catch your breath.

“mm. I know. You taste good.”

You smacked his arm, sitting up as he pulled at your hand.

Just as you went to speak again, the door to the closet was thrown open. Eren moved in front of you, shielding you from prying eyes from the group stood outside the door.

“Well, your seven minutes have been up for a while. You guys done? Or should I reset the timer?” Jean asked in annoyance.

Eren rolled his eyes, pulling you to your feet as he pushed the others back towards the apartment entrance.

“Actually, how about you all go home. I’m going to need a bit more than seven minutes for this and I’m sure you guys don’t want to stick around for it.”

The group groaned as they picked their things up on their way out the door, some poking fun at the two of you and others shouting at you to “get some” already.

Once the door was locked, Eren was pulling you once again, down the hall further than you’ve ever been in his apartment. You came to his bedroom, illuminated by a lamp with blue lights.

You didn’t have much time to look around before he had you sprawled out on cotton sheets.

His face hovered above yours, noses brushing each other’s.

“You’re okay with this?”

“Please shut up and keep going, ‘Ren.”

Before you knew it, clothes were being thrown across the room and in the floor. Eren was licking and biting every surface of skin revealed as stripped you.

Once he stripped his underwear, his cock sprang free, leaking tip almost a cherry red as it bounced in anticipation.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

The head of his cock pushed at your entrance, stretching your hole as he moaned at the warmth.

Once he had slid all the way in, you felt your walls flutter, pulling a deep groan from Eren’s throat. He rested his head on your chest, delivering kisses and small bites to your breasts as he pinched at your hips again.

His hand ghosted over your thigh, bending your leg as he wrapped his arm around your thigh and calf to press it up for better access.

You bucked your hips, begging for him to start moving. He sat out with a slow pace, slowly dragging the length of his thick cock out and in, drawing moans from you as your nails dug into his shoulders.

“Fuck, why didn’t we do this sooner.”

You chuckled as his hips became frantic, thrusting into you at a bruising pace.

“I’m insufferable, remember?” It was his turn to chuckle as he planted a kiss on your lips, hips bucking into yours as he moaned into your mouth.

Both of your highs had worn off, cloudy minds now clear as you reveled in the pleasure that coursed through your bodies.

Ain’t no way y’all are forgetting this moment.

Your highs approached quickly. Your body began to burn with need as you wrapped your legs around Eren’s hips, clinging on to his body as he kept his pace. He buried his face into your neck, planting sloppy kisses and silencing his delicious sounds.

Your walls tightened around him as you came, freezing his thrusts. He groaned at the increase in pressure on his dick, his own body shuttering as he pulled out, painting the outside of your pussy and the inside of your thighs with his load.

He crashed on top of you, head buried in your chest as you both melted into each other. Heavy breathing filled the room, replacing the sound of skin to skin slapping.

Once you had both calmed down, your hand came up to brush at his hair. You pulled it out of his face and drug your nails through it, pulling a soft mewl from him as his eyes fluttered open to meet yours.

“That feels good. Like a drug. You’re like my own personal drug.”

You smiled at his sleepy words, heart fluttering at his gentle tone and how soft he looked. You had never seen him look so innocent.

“Let’s keep this cherried then. I kind of like this.”

#eren yeager smut #eren x fem!reader #eren x y/n #eren yeager imagines #eren smut #eren jeager #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager smut #attack on titan eren #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #aot imagines #aot x reader #aot smut

[needanevenbettername]

The Girls (TM) Celebrate 420.

Yoko: What do you mean we're out!? What's that mean!?

Divina: It means what it means. We have none left.

Yoko: Well, what happened to it!?

Divina: You used all of it.

Yoko: Oh, I didn't even have that much.

Divina: You put seven Joints in your mouth and would only answer to us if we called you Queen Kush.

Yoko: Yeah, and you were my hot second in command, Madame Smokesalot.

Divina: No I was not.

Yoko: That is no way to speak to your Queen.

Enid, from outside: Are you two done yet? It's cold out here.

Yoko: You have the most important job of all, Enid. Watching for cops.

Enid: This job sucks.

Yoko: You suck!

Enid: Oh, eat me.

Yoko, groaning: Oh well, I gotta make a call of we're gonna re-supply.

Divina: Do not call him!

Yoko: Well, it's my only option. Nobody else is gonna have any at this time of night.

Divina: Do you have the money to pay him?

Yoko: Well, um. I, uh.

Divina: No more favors! I had to take care of his pet raccoon, Mitsing, last time! I am not going through another Rabies treatment!

Yoko: Nobody said it had Rabies. He got it vaccinated, probably.

Divina: I would rather not risk it!

Yoko: Fine, I'll do it! Crybaby.

Yoko, on her phone: Ugh, voice mail. Hey, hey, Ajax! Look, in honor of the holiday, we all went a little overboard.

Divina: You went overboard!

Yoko: I allegedly went overboard. And we're smokin' resin right now. Get back to me ASAP because Bianca is Jonesing something bad.

Bianca, snatching the phone from Yoko: I wanted to get fucked up tonight, and frankly, you're ruining everything!

Yoko, taking the phone back: Woah! You are Zero percent chill right now. Anyway, Ajax, get back to me when you can. Peace out.

Divina, snatching the phone: Also, I am not taking care of your raccoon again! *Hangs up*

Divina: So, what now?

Yoko: Well, let's see. I have this bag of Oregano, and now it's time to play America's favorite gameshow, Is Enid an Idiot!

Cut to a few hours later, when Wednesday arrives home and sees Enid sleeping.

Wednesday: Why does she smell like Oregano?

#wednesday netflix #wednesday incorrect quotes #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #bianca barclay #divina #yokovina #source: 50% off

[silascody]

Characters: Silas Cody, various mentions / allusions to others. 

Timeline and setting: April 25th, 2023 + Lone Fir Cemetery in Portland, Oregon. 

Trigger warning: death, child death, grief, cancer, drugs, suicide ideation. 

“I think you’d have smoked Acapulco Gold, if you’d smoked,” Silas says as he tilts the matchbox he’s just retrieved from the pocket of the jacket he had to take off due to the heat to free one, striking it against the headstone he was sat beside to light up his joint. “Or maybe you’d have been a Bubba Kush kinda guy. Lemon haze?” 

He lets that question hang in the air as he takes a long, lung-deep toke as if he was waiting for his brother’s voice to speak back to him with answers. It wouldn’t, it never did, and somehow that hadn’t gotten easier with the passing of time like all those stupid pamphlets and well-meaning wishes had told him. 

According to his birth certificate, Portland was his home, the city that raised him but it had never quite felt that way. Not even twelve years in California with five of those spent locked in a cage had been enough to restore any rose-tinted memories for him of the first place that had ever left scars on his body. 

For the first four years of his life, eerie children’s characters painted on chipped hospital walls had been his most frequent friends, unblinking eyes that watched him silently as he tried to be a brave boy like his mother demanded while his body was poked and prodded and used as a last lifeline for the dying boy who was the only reason he existed in the first place. That had been Silas’ job, the only one that ever mattered, to save Jack. 

( Four years old was too innocent to truly comprehend the magnitude of death. ) 

“I wish we could have smoked together. Or just done anything together, really. Sometimes I wish that you lived and I died, I think you’d have done it better than me. Living. I only knew you for four years but you were the best guy I ever knew. If it had of gone that way, I don’t think mom would have forgotten to smile the way she did and maybe dad wouldn’t have drank so much. I think you guys would have been sad a while but you’d have moved on. We could never move on from you. We were never allowed to. It made me hate you. Man, I fucking hated you.” 

His head leans back against the black marble headstone that bore gold lettering with JACK CODY carved into it along with his birth and death date. The picture of the beaming boy that was displayed on it with his brunette hair still intact before treatment bore a striking resemblance to the weary man tapping ash into the patch of grass that separated his brother’s resting place from someone else’s loved ones. 

They had always looked the most alike, the oldest and youngest of the Cody boys, and Silas had adorned his body with various tattoos and images from his teen years in the hopes that maybe if they were less similar his mother would have been able to bear looking at him. 

“Not really though. It just made being here without you easier. I’ve always been better with being angry than being upset, you know?” 

Out of the corner of his eye, he can’t help but notice the vibrant arrangement of blue irises that had to have been freshly placed for how they had been fairing against the weather, his hand reaching out to brush his fingertips against their petals as he held his spliff in between his lips. 

“Mom’s still alive then,” He observes after he exhales, feeling equal parts relief and revulsion at knowing that. It makes him curious about if she had ever found herself sat in the same cemetery as he was, at the same grave, sharing the same regrets. It’s been years since he had seen her face but he could picture it so clearly due to how regularly he saw her in that state, cheeks tearstained after weeping for the boy who had been dead for longer than he had. Had she ever wept for the wayward one that still had a heartbeat on any of her visits? 

He would have settled for wondered if not, to be a fleeting thought in the mind of the woman who had given him life for no other reason than to prolong her firstborn’s was better than being nothing at all which is what he felt like most of the time. 

( Thirteen years old was too young to die. ) 

“I don’t why I thought she might visit me, when I was in prison. I wrote her a letter, tried to say I’m sorry for being such a fuck-up. Not just with the drugs and shit, with everything. She never wrote back, which should have been my first clue but, I don’t know. Every week when visiting hours would roll around, I thought maybe she might show and sit across from me and maybe hold my hand or something and we could try and mend some shit.” There’s a humourless laugh that leave’s his mouth then, that kind of naivety was something he hated in other people and he would never have confided this in anyone living, which made Jack the only person he could really talk to these days. 

“You wouldn’t know but, let me tell how it goes after someone dies, people rally. They show up. They look out for you, but then they show up less ‘cause they moved on. Moved forward, even if you’re still stuck in it. That’s what prison is like too. Six months, a year, people show up to visit, they accept your calls, they write you. But then you hit two years, and three, four and you start to see that you’re just not important to people like that. It doesn’t fit with their life anymore, because they’re moving forward and you’re just stuck there. Living out the same fucking day, day in, day out. Sometimes I used to hope someone would start shit with me just for something to do,” He knows that Jack would have laughed at that, the same way he always did when Silas found himself in a wrestling match in the living room with Nathan, who was three years older than him and had always been built like a brick house even back then.

As much as he loathed Nate, he had taught him a valuable lesson early on – it was just as important to know how to take a punch than it was to be able to throw one. 

“Remember that girl I told you about last time I was here? The one I said I’ma marry one day, you don’t even wanna fucking know how that turned out.”

It’s harder for him to make light of that topic as he did every other one, even when speaking to deaf ears. Some part of him knew that if he felt less for Jordan, it would be easier to speak about her – but he’s never been good at doing less when she was in the equation. 

Ever since they had first crossed paths he’s always wanted more from her – to love him more, to need him more, to give him more. More, more, more while all he had to offer her was himself which had a track record of always being just a little less than. 

It had never occurred to him that he had been expecting too much, not until her visits started to be missed and his calls started to be screened. 

“She’s prolly better off without me around but, classic Silas, can’t have that. So I been keeping tabs on her fucking daily even though I've been out for two years. Day they let me out that cage I had this stupid fucking notion in my head that she’s gonna remember why she gave a fuck about me in the first place and she'd be there outside the gates waiting for me even though we hadn't spoke in four years. She wasn't, so I went on a two week coke bender with this chef chick that I met the day I was released and the rest of the last two years have been a fucking blur of trying to forget about her.” He clicks his tongue then, a shake of his head following as he crosses his ankles so he can stretch his legs out in front of him, keeping a stoney faced expression despite the sympathetic smile aimed his way by a dark-haired woman who was trudging her way towards a cluster of headstones just passed where he was sat. 

“No such luck, not that it matters. I think she hates me, and in some ways I get that ‘cause they tell me getting released is getting a second chance but I haven't done shit with mine.” 

( Thirty three years old was too old to change. ) 

Even with the debts that he had racked up just before he was sent away and while he was in there now cleared, he has no idea what the fuck he wants to do with his life. After seven years removed from what he considered his norm, it takes him by surprise that he’s starting to see cycle he was caught in. 

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, would it? You and me kicking it here forever. Seems like no matter what I do, it always comes back to me and you.” 

Silas, Jack. Jack, Silas. Oldest, youngest. Selfless, selfish. 

A boy taken too young and a man who’s lived longer than anyone anticipated. 

Finally, he’s getting himself up off the ground, patting off stray blades of grass that hand clung the fabric of his dark jeans before he reached down to pick his jacket up. 

“I’ll be honest with you man, I don’t think I’m going to be back here again. It just hurts too much to be in this city and to be here. I don’t how much more hurt I can handle, which probably makes me sound like a pussy but it’s just the truth. I want you to know that it doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about you ‘cause I never could. You weren’t just my big brother, you were my best brother. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” 

#drabble. #ft. jack cody. #ft. jordan mitchell. #ft. nathan cody. #ft. rose raleigh. #long post cw #death tw #grief tw #child death tw #suicide ideation tw #cancer tw #drugs tw #just covering all the bases KJHGSHJ was meant to post this a millennium ago bc it pre-dates just before he rocked back up to AB but w/ever #wanted it on the blog <3

[rainbowgod666]

Dawg, i am serious. This is the same strain that convinced the nazis to attack the soviets during winter and while they had an alliance between them. This is the same kinda purp that made mordecai and rigby actually do their job for once. This is the shit that made the world realize that the palestinian genocide has been going on for 75 years. Shit so loud you will speak perfect latin the instant you get to Rome. Smoke this and you will know what was in metavault DHIYED before it collapsed. This is laced with enough forma and nitain to give you an internship to Digital Extremes. My sweet summer child i cannot stress enough how this is the kinda loud that will allow you to do some @nyancrimew tier hacking by simply shoving the router up your ass

Monika: that is a white chocolate offbrand italian granola bar. What the fuck are you on about

...

This is the same kush that turned King Astolfo of the Longobards into a cute anime girl-

Monika: (becomes Fully Charged* and grabs Longinus**) ALRIGHT. YOU ARE GOING TO STOP THIS NONSENSE RIGHT THE FUCK NO

#*better name for her “jumpscare from” #**what else could stop an aspie currently on the Unshackled NHP grind? #wwii history #regular show #free palestine #ancient rome #lancer rpg #better name pending #warframe #nyancrimew #memes #hacking #astolfo fate #ddlc monika #welcome to the multiverse #this shit so loud the entire lore of #cosmic wonders #is gonna be uploaded directly into your brain #monika: DONT YOU CONTINUE IN THE TAGS #GIRL HOLD ON I WAS BEING FUNNY- #(noises of getting Star Platinumed by an anime girl who likes computers A LOT) #dracula flow