#like smoking/etc.

[benbraeden]

threads where ben has to go to a college for a hunt, and goes undercover as a college student, as he tries to figure out what is killing the students one by one.

#wishlist. #ben's high school toxic boy era coming back out to play as he pretends to be a college student at parties. #but also ben smiling? even if it's fake? #thinkin thoughts. #ben falling back onto old habits that he thought that he beat too. #like smoking/etc. #also picturing him in a lesson hall too. #imagine seeing this man??? in your class one day????? but also ben getting a glimpse into what it would have been like if HE went to colleg #im fine.

[lunacias]

these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus

#the silt verses #sister carpenter #brother faulkner #paige duplass #james hayward #not 100% happy with this but I've been working on it for uhh two months and wanted to get it up before the next ep #cannot stress enough this isn't necessarily how i picture these characters but moreso what I can draw LOL #every time I try to conceptualize them it's like trying to look at someone without my glasses #in that i get vague forms etc but nothing concrete #it's weird bc it's like. the more i relisten the less concrete image i have of them /thinks #though I will say i will die on curly haired + freckles faulkner #and I usually picture carpenter with a simple wavy ponytail #also in terms of scars i like the idea of faulkner having a scar on his hand from the glass in the s2 finale #and hayward having a scar on his forehead from hembrey! #also i don't think hayward smokes but i liked how it looked when paired with paige and her alcohol! #also something something he might have tried once to blend in with the other police officers but never took to it #been wanting to draw something for silt verses for forever so!! #edit: added an alt id in the image description! #uploaded this last night and completely forgot to i'm sorry! #pls lmk if it's too long or not really a good description!

[elftwink]

to preface this post i am anti-advertising i think we should explode the entire industry but it's sooo funny when you people make posts like "and they don't even work!!" like. sorry to be the bearer of bad news but yes they do. that's why we have to put up with so many despite everyone hating them and thinking its annoying. because they actually work really well and make a shit load of money

#it actually would be way better if they didnt work and made no money bc businesses would abandon them #this isnt like stocks where everythings abstract and is essentially gambling (i dont understand stocks) #like ppl in the ad industry create things. that make a tangible and quantifiable impact on the business #which is then used in further ad planning. it is NOT all smoke and mirrors #like its fake in that the industry is not providing a necessary service the way like. grocery stores are #but its not the level of fake where everything is abstract like theres deliverables #moreover there is an extensive body of academic work specifically on how to make ads more effective #ALSO i think some of u views ads like. as if they have a win condition. which is you buy product #but in current advertising this is pretty rare and comparatively ineffective #which is why you see MANY ads which dont seem to be selling anything in particular. or which have nothing all to do with the product #the 'win' condition for THAT kind of ad is something more like 'viewers remember our name' #like. ex i would say ads for temu have not been effective on me bc i havent bought anything from them #but temu probably thinks they were SUPER effective on me because i talked abt them like 5 different times at work #and i do in fact know exactly what the company does and what they sell #and they were able to capitalize on the reputations of existing companies (wish shein etc) to build their own brand #good idea generator

[privjoker]

— smoke signals, phoebe bridgers

#I DIDNT KNOW YOU THEN AND ILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHY IT FEELS LIKE I DID #red string of fate theory #the narrative #soulbounded #destined to play together #etc etc #there are soooo many phoebe songs that apply to mitch and soo many boygenius songs that apply to 1634 like its over #toronto maple leafs #mitch marner #auston matthews #1634 #ausmitch #pheobe bridgers #smoke signals #web weave #webweave #web weaveing #theme: red string of fate #theme: being in love with your best friend #theme: soulmates #theme: THEY MAKE ME FUCKING CRAZY

[bright-and-burning]

Slow kiss, whatever pairing you want! — wiz

Oscar giggles, thready and high, and leans into Lando’s space to grab the joint back from his hands. He takes a breath to steady himself first, pull it together so he won’t choke on the inhale and embarrass himself, and settles into his spot, twisting to sit sideways.

Lando lowers his hand and sinks back into the couch they’re sharing. Oscar can’t look away, stuck on the spread of Lando’s fingers across the pristine fabric. He’s drawing designs in the fuzz with his index finger, everything else held stationary, like the only tendons connected to his brain are concentrated there.

Lando pokes Oscar’s side.

“D’you forget how to smoke?”

His voice is slurred, low and slow. Oscar drags his eyes back up to Lando’s face.

“Noooooo,” Oscar draws it out, reveling in the shape of his mouth around the letters.

He forces his limbs to cooperate. Draws his hand up, and pauses, thoughts loading in from far away.

“You ever-“

He stops.

Lando blinks, lids slow to lower and even slower to raise.

“Yeah?”

It’s more an exhale than a word, but Oscar sees the green light that it is.

“Y’ever shotgun?”

Lando’s finger pauses, halfway through writing Oscar’s name in the cushion. His nose scrunches up. Oscar wants to lick it.

“Fuckin’- what?”

“When you, like,” Oscar takes a hit, sits with it in his lungs for a moment. “And then you, y’know. Blow it in somebody’s mouth.”

Smoke escapes as he speaks, words made hazy and real.

Lando shifts forward, back into his usual state of perpetual motion.

“You mean blowbacks?“

“What the fuck. You just made that up.”

Lando twists to face him, faster than his eyes can track.

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah-huh!”

Lando rolls his eyes, giving in. Shocker, honestly. Oscar’d expected them to go on forever. The silence sits on his limbs like a weighted blanket.

Lando clears his throat.

“Nah.”

“Huh?”

Oscar’s head is heavy. He lets it slide to the side, leans his shoulder further into the couch.

“Never-“ Lando pauses, clearly searching for words. Oscar’s more interested in finding out what the sheen of sweat on Lando’s collarbone tastes like than predicting what he’s trying to say next. “Shotgunned, or whatever.”

Oscar stops calculating how weird it would be to lean over and lick Lando.

“You- never?”

“No?”

Lando sounds confused. Bemused, maybe.

Oscar hums. He wiggles his toes, testing his control of his limbs. Looks at the joint, cherry burning up, getting hot in his fingers, and makes a decision.

“Hold still.”

“Wha-“

Oscar swings his leg over Lando’s lap, faster than he thought he was capable of, and drags the rest of his body into center.

“Wanna try?”

Lando swallows and nods, head tipping back to keep Oscar in sight.

The joint’s nearly burnt down. Oscar shakes off a pang of guilt at the waste, and takes a hit, inhaling deep, making his chest tight with it.

He weaves a hand into the crown of Lando’s hair, and tugs until his mouth drops open.

Oscar leans in close, close enough for Lando’s breath to be a gentle puff against his skin, just far enough not to touch, and closes his eyes.

He exhales. Lando inhales, audibly shaky, and Oscar opens his eyes to meet Lando’s, pupils blown wide. Oscar’s skin feels lit up, electricity arcing across the paper-thin distance between their lips.

“Again?” Lando croaks. He’s looking up at Oscar like he wants to eat him. Or be eaten by him. Oscar can’t tell.

Oscar takes a quick glance at the joint and nods. He takes one final hit, a too-large inhale, and leans back to put the roach in the tray on the coffee table.

The air feels like molasses around him. Syrupy, thick and sweet. Just a little too warm to be comfortable.

Sweat prickles at the backs of his knees where they’re bent.

Oscar looks down at Lando, mouth ajar and eyes half-lidded, and feels like he’s swallowed the sun.

He leans in again, and exhales into Lando’s waiting mouth. Eyes wide open to watch him inhale and hold it.

Lando’s exhale lights Oscar up, like he’s blown on the embers in the pit of his stomach to start a bonfire instead of into his face.

Oscar closes the distance, suddenly desperate to touch, and kisses Lando.

Lando inhales sharply and wraps his arms around Oscar’s waist to pull him closer, hands hot like a brand even through Oscar’s shirt.

Oscar slides his tongue into Lando’s mouth, mapping all the places his breath has been that he hasn’t, and slows. The desperation cools, replaced with low-burning need, both too high for finesse or speed.

The world outside of Lando’s body below him and mouth on his disappears, narrowed down to nothing more than wet heat and the press of fabric against his knees.

It’s sloppy; lazily licking into each others’ mouths, breathing against each other.

Oscar could spend hours like this.

#thanks wiz! this got away from me. lol #ignore any inaccuracies it’s been ages since i smoked!! sorry!! #also like written on my phone at work did not read it back etc etc #ask #writing game #mine.snip #ln #op #8104 #mine

[shortnotsweet]

In a Week by Hozier ft. Karen Cowley

“The raven is death, obviously. When I die, I want a good tombstone—something right spooky. LT’s got something against the underground, though you’d think that would be just his kind of place. That’s alright. He needs to, he can cremate me. It’s not exactly Catholic, and Mam would turn in her grave, but God is a unicorn and no one is pure anymore, so. What’s all that got to do with me?”

Johnny “Soap” McTavish has a journal. Had. It is his no longer.

Simon “Ghost” Riley had dreams—awful ones, the kind that sank claws into his lungs, dragged him into sleep, and then sent him careening out of it. He still has dreams, but they’re different, now. Better. Johnny’s pages have folded themselves under his eyes and gotten into his head, brighter and more infectious than anything else has ever been. It’s more than the past, that rotting carcass behind him, and more than now. Now is nothing. Now is ash. It’s like, it’s like—blinding, is what it is. He’s a blind man.

It is biblical now. Ghost has read it backward and forward and sideways and inside out. When he runs out of things to read, he reads them again, and when that is not enough, he reads between the lines.

#ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #soap x ghost #ghoap #call of duty #cod mw3 #my art #ghost is obsessed with soaps journal bc it breaks his heart at first like really tears it apart but soon focuses on what soap has written #about him. words of admiration and envy and love and fondness. real fondness. jokes made for him thoughts about him musings etc. #and johnnys snippets about his family and how he wants to settle down eventually #then all simon can think about is what life they could’ve lived together after the ‘war’ #nevermind that there will always be war be death be blood and love is there and it matters but it changes nothing #for simon there will always be johnny #who even knows if thats what soap wanted if he loved him back if ghost even remembers him as he was instead of what he wishes he could have #become to ghost if things had gone as they should. who knows. the dead dont sing dont speak. all thats left is what they wrote #the cigarettes refer to soaps smoking habit and how ghost disapproves like a nagging wife. the ash smudges and burns in the paper allude to #ghost deciding to have soap cremated as a spouse decides post mortem due to his own aversion to being underground bc he doesn’t want soap #to be nothing but a decomposing body. he couldn’t bear that. he couldn’t bury him alive or dead so burning it is

[macbethz]

hes just like me fr

#'he wouldn't smoke weed' hes a music festival fanboy with an encyclopedic knowledge of drugs lets be honest with ourselves here. #also i like to have fun etc etc #as you can see i started getting too into this but then i was like NO. its a stupid joke i can post something thats just a sketch. be free #anyway i literally had this idea a few months ago and forgot until now lol #life on mars #sam tyler #gene hunt #life on mars uk #lom #my art #warlock wartalks

[kyuhu]

had this sitting in my wip folder unfinished for WEEKS and finally got to color it. uncolored version under the cut because I think I like it better :'D

#hws poland #hws lithuania #lietpol #aph lithuania #aph poland #can you spot the dishsoap? #feliks didn't use it of course but it's there #smoking tw #ahhh everytime I go ok different color palette this time #and then it ends up yellow/greenish but also kinda grey? I wanted this to be a lot more vibrant #I think it's so much harder to color the inside of a room instead of like landscapes/trees etc #scars tw #almost forgot

[chrollohearttags]

for y’all to hate aot and its writers so much, y’all sure be on our dicks an awful lot lmao

#cherry chats 🍒 #like girl i do not give a single fuck if you don’t like it #but blatantly lying is crazy #y’all thought everybody was just gone up and go write for ur new it fandoms bc y’all are note hungry #but I’m just here to write abt my fav characters #whether y’all read it or not is none of my concern #I don’t do this for anybody but me and my enjoyment #‘y’all niggify them’ ‘it’s always the aot fandom’ #i wll spit on you first of all #and second #I’ve seen thirty million baby mama toxic weed smoking etc fics with JJK and everybody else #y’all are obsessed #and i would ignore y’all #but it’s the fact that we’re always being mentioned BY NAME in dumbass tiktok vids #being called slurs and terrible names #for fucking stories #so imma keep my foot on yalls necks till I feel like it #fuck y’all

[brother-emperors]

Did you used to like Mark Antony and dislike Cassius? What changed your mind ?

honestly the condensed version of events is that Antony and Brutus became uninteresting, extremely boring as POV characters to me at the same time for the same reasons, that prompted me to look closer at Cassius, and then I decided to spend two years trying to untangle Cassius from Brutus which completed my transformation into a part time Cassius apologist

like, both Antony and Brutus are still compelling figures, it’s honestly the versions of them in media and pop culture that I personally dislike and find boring because it’s not discussing anything I find interesting & frequently I feel like my time has been wasted, while their historical counterparts is more of a ‘wow I hate what you’re doing, keep it up!’

and ofc: the general passage of time. you get older. things that interest you change. being a hater as a recreational activity is fun. variety is the spice of life. people who write about Cassius are delivering poetry and I’m not immune to it. etc etc.

#my first attempt to answer this was six paragraphs long haha but it was all irrelevant offline nonsense that doesn’t rlly apply #I do have some petty grievances abt Antony but it’s has more to do with people who focus on Antony than the ant man himself #like how dare you write a new biography on Antony with all this new scholarship to draw on and FUCK UP DISCUSSING #THE CRASSUS-POMPEY-CAESAR COALITION. or they wrote abt the conspiracy in a way that makes me want to take up #smoking like oh my god shut uppppp can we tone down dickriding Caesar’s corpse. not even Antony was behaving like this #ask tag #anyway like/dislike is sort of a useless metric to me bc of the overlap between what I do (storytelling) and the Process of Learning etc

[dovesick]

it’s all chaos for the birds (april 2023)

#anthro art #furry art #anthro #bird anthro #artists on tumblr #i put up my art vs artist post on ig this year #idk if i’m gonna upload it here tho. go check it out if u want #this is one of the pieces that made it into the grid #bc it’s my favourite piece i’ve drawn all year #& sure it’s p old now #i’ve improved a lot since then #but i absolutely love it anyway #i remember how i felt when i finished it & i haven’t had that much pride in my work since then #still have been proud of lots of pieces ofc #but this one was like….woah dude #esp as 2 months earlier i was still drawing simplistic bgs #& i drew the inside of a car & a gun etc like woah #(it didn’t do as well as the pieces before & after it on ig hahah but still) #cw guns #cw smoking #cw alcohol #i’ll have some new art soon. been working on a commission & had wrist pain so yaknow

[jadewritesficshere]

The boy is mine (Jade's edition)

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie has a plan for a romantic night, but things go awry (2k words)

Contents: Anxiety, Eddie is self deprecating, hurt/comfort (kinda), no gendered terms for reader except mention that their hand is smaller then Eddie's and reader is called beautiful, a literal fire (please look up fire safety), fluff

A/N: So I saw this the first day it was posted and I thought it was a fun idea and saved the prompt by @carolmunson. I've been writing this for a bit,, but like I have had such bad mental fog and generalized pain recently I have been having a hard time focusing...I think I kind of misinterpreted the rules a bit...so here is sad lump of a contribution. Call me Stitch the way I am telling myself "it may be little and broken but still good".

18+ only

The night had started well, at least Eddie thought it had. He promised you a romantic night in. He even prepped for it.

Eddie rented sappy love movies, getting advice by Harrington and Buckley surprisingly. Harrington stated flowers were the way to go, but then started arguing with Buckley. While entertaining, Eddie learned more about the languages of romance from Buckley then he did about romantic gifts. But he wrote down to get flowers.

So he watched the movies. And Eddie was high paid a lot of attention and basically learned to make a grand speech. Big pour out your heart moment. Which, he felt he always talked your ear off, so he could totally do.

Eddie then read those magazines all the cheerleaders gossiped and giggled over. He didn't learn much except some tips for the best kiss. Cup the person's cheek and lean in slowly. Build the suspense. Eddie could do that.

Give you flowers. Make a speech. Cup your cheek as he kisses you. Eddie had this in the bag! Each point written in his little notebook.

And then the reality of you coming to his trailer hit him when you called to confirm the date was still on that morning. He hung up the phone after flirting a bit and looked around his house. Nerves flooded his system as he looked at it with the perspective of an outsider. He didn't want it to look bad. And it was, well, it wasn't bad but definitely could be cleaner.

So Eddie had vacuumed and dusted the entire trailer. Tossed empty pizza boxes in the trash. Sprayed some cologne around the trailer to cover the scent of weed, then cursed himself for using the expensive cologne when there was a bottle of air freshener in the bathroom.

Had picked up his clothes scattered across his room and shoved them all, clean and dirty, into the closet. Had made sure his bed had more then one pillow, grabbing spare throw pillows and tossing them towards the headboard. Even if he didn't think there was a chance you would enter his bedroom tonight, he wanted to be prepared.

Eddie had even started dinner before you arrived. An easy roast that Wayne had made hundreds of times. Thrown meat, potatoes, onions, and carrots into the pot, seasoned it and thrown it all in the oven.

It was newer, this thing between you, and he wanted to get it all right. You'd been friends for years, just recently evolved into dating. It was easy to hold your hand and throw an arm around your shoulder before, stealing those small intimate moments and pretending it meant something more. But now it does mean more. Truly, it always had, but neither of you had said anything. Because like usual, Eddie was the coward and ran.

He spent what felt like minutes (it had been hours) looking back at the notes, the plan. He had even sketched some pictures of you and him as he studied. Gave himself some sweet new tattoos and piercings and muscles while you had hearts around your head. By the time he stopped rereading the same points over and over again, he realized you would be there within the hour.

And he already failed the first point, flowers. It had completely spaced him what with the studying, but he had other things he had been wanting to give you so he figured he could wing it. He rehearsed everything in his mind, having various conversations with you. He would take your coat, be charming as ever, and you would fall for him even more then you already had.

But the plan immediately left his mind when you had arrived. Eddie could feel his face flush as his eyes trailed up and down your figure. All the rushing thoughts in his head suddenly stopped. All he could think was Damn, how'd I get so lucky?

"You're beautiful." Eddie mumbled in awe as you had shrugged off your coat. And then you smiled and Eddie realized he had messed up the plan. He thought he had went through every variable but he hadn't. It wasn't you that was going to fall more in love with him tonight, but Eddie was going to fall more in love with you.

Eddie twirled a piece of hair around his finger, unable to meet your eyes. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his palms were begin to sweat. He couldn't help but shift from foot to foot. "Oh I uh....got you something," Eddie smiled and turned to leave before hesitating and motioning to the couch," You can uh sit...or stand, standing is good too! I'll be right back."

Eddie cursed himself the whole time he walked away because of how stupid he was. He could stage elaborate campaigns but couldn't seem to form a single sentence in your presence. Eddie grabbed the gift off his dresser and inhaled slowly, mentally yelling at himself to be cool for once in his life.

And faltered in his steps.

Because you were sat on the couch. Not just on the edge of the cushion like those who he dealt to who couldn't wait to get out of his presence. No, you were fully relaxed into the cushion. You looked comfortable. You looked like you belonged.

And Eddie couldn't squash the butterflies that took flight in his stomach. And he sat on the cushion next to you, fighting the urge to wrap you in his arms and hold you close.

"I got you this," Eddie declared as he handed you a rock. A small, smooth stone that fit in the palm of your hand. Your mouth parted but no words came out. Eddie bit his lip as you slowly turned the stone over in your hands, staring at it.

"I saw it and I thought, well, I thought of you and it matches your eyes and-" Eddie huffed out a laugh and shook his head," Sorry, it's stupid just give it back."

Eddie moved to grab it out of your hand but you slapped at his arm and clenched the stone in your hand. "No, it's mine!" You held your hand to your chest and glared at him. "It's stupid," Eddie looked down. "It is not." "It is!"

"Are you serious? If you don't stop we're gonna have a problem. This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me." You beamed at him. Joy and adoration written clearly across your face. Eddie slowly grinned back as you dared to open your palm and look at the stone again. "My precious," you wiggled your eyebrows at him, making him bark out a laugh as he relaxed.

"Let's save a ring for a later date." He joked, even as his mind raced. You quoted Lord of the Rings! You were sitting on his couch holding a rock he thought was the same shade as your eyes and you liked it!! He was done for. Completely head over heels fallen for you. Said he would never marry yet here he was planning his vows and everything.

"Seriously, Eddie, this is so sweet." Your hand grasped his. Your hand was smaller then his, fitting perfectly. Fingers interlocked hesitantly and then more surely. Eddie's eyes fell to your lips. Your tongue darted out slightly and wet them. And he started to lean in.

The air was thick, and not just with the tension, the anticipation. Your lips were milliseconds to coming in contact with his when Eddie's nose twitched as he caught a familiar scent. Your lips landed on Eddie's cheek as he turned so quickly to face the kitchen he gave himself whiplash.

Thick smoke started to waft out of the room. "Oh fuck!" He jumped up as the smoke detector finally started doing its job and screeched out an annoying beep. Eddie ran into the kitchen with you hot on his heels.

Eddie opened the oven door, smoke billowing out," SHITshitshit-" Eddie cursed as he slammed the door shut, coughing slightly. Your hand reached past him to shut off the oven before darting over to the window and throwing it open.

Eddie's eyes darted to the sink below the window. Stop, drop, and roll- wait no that was if you were on fire. But water beats fire in almost every scenario, right? Except oil, shit did he add oil? No, he didn't add anything except the food and the seasoning so it should all be good right?

"Stand back!" Eddie yells over the screeching alarm. Grabbing the pot holders, he throws the oven door open. Smoke billows past him as he makes a mad dash for the pot, grasping the handles and throwing it in the sink. He throws the faucet on, water pouring over the burnt food and pot.

Steam billows up with smoke, mingling in the air before flowing out the window. A hissing sound from the cool water hitting the hot pot fills the air. You fan the flames towards the open window. "Oh fuck." You cough as your eyes fill with tears from the smoke. Eddie winces as flurried apologies fall from his lips.

The pot, not on fire at least, starts to lessen up on producing smoke. Eddie deems it safe to leave and grabs your hand, dragging you outside. His hands on your shoulders guide you to sit on the steps as you continue to intermittently cough. Eddie rushes back into the kitchen, double checking that the oven was off, and quickly grabs a mug holding it under the still running faucet.

Eddie rushes back outside to you, almost missing the step and face planting. And wouldn't that have been the icing on the cake. Would that make Eddie or the embarrassment of faceplanting be the vanilla frosting? Who even created that saying? Cake was good and this was not good. Eddie shook his head of these thoughts as he sank down on the step next to you.

Eddie hands you the mug of water. You drink it in big gulps, a small dribble of water falling out of the side of your mouth towards your chin. Eddie wipes it away with his thumb as he apologizes," I am so sorry, I don't even know what happened."

"Is this Garfield?" You peer at the mug, as if Eddie almost didn't kill you. "Uh yeah, was in a rush, sorry I didn't grab like a nicer cup. I just ran out...to you..." "Don't apologize, I like Garfield," you mumble taking another drink of the water.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks, hands running up and down your shoulders, eyes checking you over. "Think I hacked up a lung from all the smoke...," you rub your sternum," Man, my lungs do not like smoke...and you like that?" Eddie let out a nervous laugh," Yeah no sorry, only when its weed. Never really inhaled a straight fire before."

You look up into Eddie's eyes that are full of concern. "Well, I'd recommend like not doing that. But I'm okay, it startled me more then anything," You give a soft smile. "You sure?" "Positive." You knock his shoulder with yours.

Eddie's eyes search your figure, ensuring you aren't lying to him. You ignore him, opting to set the mug down on the ground. Fingers brushing against a dandelion, yellow and bright. You pluck it from the ground and twirl it between your fingers.

You're okay. You're holding a dandelion and you're okay. You aren't acting like you hate him. You aren't making excuses and leaving. You aren't leaving like everyone else-

Eddie's shoulders relax as the tension leaves his body. You're okay. Your relationship is okay. He didn't ruin everything. You're smiling at a fucking dandelion while his heart feels like it has run a marathon.

You're oblivious to his plight as you lean over and tuck the dandelion behind his ear," Maybe don't smoke that. Looks pretty on you." "Not that kind of weed." "Yeah dumb joke sorry."

A slow exhale escapes him as he shakes his head,"No it's good I'm just," Eddie waves his hand in front of him," like what the fuck just happened? I am never cooking again. I'll just take you to Enzo's. I fucked up. Sorry for ruining the date."

Your hand cupped his cheek as you ducked down to meet his eyes," Hey, no. You didn't ruin the date." Eddie rolls his eyes slightly," Almost killing you? Yeah, pretty sure i ruined it." You bump your knee against Eddie's, "it's not ruined and you didn't almost kill me. Small food fire, happens to everyone. I lit popcorn on fire once. Besides, if you did happen to kill me, at least I would have died happy and in love. And you'd be stuck with me cause ghost me is absolutely haunting you."

Eddie can't help but laugh slightly," Oh? You think you'd be a ghost and not get another chance at life? Be reincarnated or whatever?" "Well, even if I was reincarnated, I'd find you again."

Eddie scoffs, "C'mon, don't say that.. That's not even true, you'd totally be able to move on. You wouldn't need little old me." You grab his face and peer into his eyes," Eddie Munson, I will always need you. In this life and whatever happens after. You and me? We're it. Maybe it should be too soon to say, but I feel it in my bones. You're it for me Eddie. Together now, forever, and when everything ceases to exist we'll be in nothing together. I will always be with you because I will always love you."

You lean in and Eddie thinks his heart stops. Your hand holding his cheek in place, thumb lightly brushing back and forth. His eyes flutter shut as your lips finally touch his. It was soft and sweet, lips slowly parting and melding together in a dance that sent shivers down Eddie's spine. He sighed into the kiss as you leaned closer into each other. Your hands threading through his hair, his wrapping around your waist. Lips moving in tandem, tongues darting out tentatively.

You only part when you both are gasping for air. Soft smiles and longing glances shared as the sun sets. "I love you too." Eddie traces your cheekbone with his finger. "You better." You joke. Your combined giggles fill the air as you continue to steal kisses from each other.

The night may not have been the most romantic. Or gone to plan, like, at all. But it was one Eddie already knew that when he thought about he would be able to feel his heart swell with love. And as he kissed you Eddie thought, yeah you were it for him.

#Was gonna change my user from Jade but I have nothing that feel more like me (was going to be Jade for literal years and now it doesn't fit) #Maybe thats just the mental fog making everything not normal for me tho #Have yall burned anything before?? I remember so many times my family has...or maybe they just can't cook #Cheese fell off a pizza once and caught fire on the bottom of the oven...microwaveable popcorn when someone hit 5 minutes instead of 2 #None of them were fire fires but small things burning with lots of smoke #Be safe yall please learn fire safety and what to do or not do with kitchen fires #Anyways I love you all and I am going to go read everyone else's submissions okay byeeeeee #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson x y/n #eddie munson/you #eddie munson/reader #Jade is Talking #Also yes you did everything Eddie planned to do...so it did happen according to plan just not Eddie doing it #ALSO ALSO I have found a rock in every shade okay green grey blue brown white black etc #So it is possible to find a rock in every shade okay pls dont be like green is not a rock IT IS or maybe I'm colorblind #I'm not I've passed colorblind studies (for work) many times

[mango-dolphin]

(NOTE: gregor is using "sir" in a military way and not a gender way)

finally remembered to post these rodyas & gregors. was meant to be a primarily rodion sketch dump but i had an infestation

i accidentally made gregor SO much shorter than i intended. i hc g corp gregor to be in his late 20s (and younger than his other IDs) but he wasn't supposed to be THAT small. but it's really funny so i'm keeping him like that

#limbus company #projmoon #rodion lcb #gregor lcb #i'm so sorry rodion i'll draw you more also. sniffle #i LOOOOVE injecting my hcs everywhere #body horror #ask to tag #it's visible in that doodle i did under the rb gregor but i'd like to imagine gregor was able to gain weight after the smoke war #so he's a lot skinnier/a bit gaunt as a younger soldier #did not get the required nutrition he needed etc #of course rodya is concerned about this fact w/g corp gregor. #how is she supposed to talk about the finer things in life with greggy if he happily eats canned food and only that once every three days #she has to show him the world. (he's 28) #my art #mango's art #sketch #sketches #painting #digital painting #comic #comics

[thermodynamic-comedian]

im always associating car seat headrest songs with tma characters. like some kind of QUEER.

#dont even care about jonmartin all that much but the lyric ''keep smoking i love you but i don't wanna die'' is like man. man #also cosmic hero is literally so gertrude robinson. btw. if u care #overexposed (enjoy) is so jonah magnus. to me. and no one else probably #beach life-in-death. oliver banks. etc etc #tma #the magnus archives #csh #car seat headrest

[fadeintoyou1993]

btw some of yall are past "girl hater" and are straight up mean spirited people who are hard to be around. just so you know

#txt #like not to cast judgement etc but jesus i open this app n im like oh yall need a hobby that doesn't include talking down on ppl online #like if thats the main source of your enjoyment and you dont really find joy out of anything else you should probably. idk. i shant say it.. #smoke grass

[alatariel-galadriel]

Smoke break ft gerry being both goth and a teenager

line art below the cut!

#i just think he deserves a break you know? #i love my dead gay goth son etc etc etc #this is a much cleaner version of a sketch i posted a few days ago and i still like it very much! gasp! :D #someday i'll figure out how to draw smoke. that is not this day but i cannot bring myself to care #art from the ally #tw smoking #gerry keay #tma #tmagp