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Do you think Mikey [all timelines] smoke weed?
Uhm.. fucking yes. CW- weed, smut Toman\OG Timeline- I feel like OG Mikey has smoked weed a couple times in his life, I definitely think he's a cougher though, no matter how much he smokes. THIS MAN WILL COUGH UP HIS LUNGS. He doesn't like it too much either, he doesn't like not being in control of his body and he HATES the smell. If you want him too smoke with you... you better find some that isn't super strong or potent in smell, like blue mystic, durban poison or northern lights. Also he hates cotton mouth and gets BAD munchies. Manila- Yeess. This man smokes. He smokes quite a bit too, he loves sativa and anything fruity like, purple punch strain, blue gelato 41, he likes blackberry too but only on occasion, he's quite picky when it comes to taste. He doesn't really cough a lot, sometimes on the first hit he may but that's it, he can hold it for a bit too. PLUS, this man can fucking roll, so good too and he can make the 'o's. He loves doing shotguns, specifically when he has smoke in his mouth and you french kiss him, he'll hold you to him by the back of your neck so that you hold it longer. Also he is the BIGGEST fan of high sex, he's a lot rougher and more intense when having sex while high. Folding your legs and pushing them towards your stomach as he fucks you, hand wrapped around your throat as he growls in your ear. Best sex you'll ever have in your life. Guarantied. Kanto- He did it once but besides that, no, he doesn't smoke weed, I genuinely believe that he dislikes everything about it. He hates the smell, the taste, the cottonmouth, the munchies and that the smell sticks to his clothes. He's also not a fan of the red eyes that he gets from smoking, also he's always busy and he needs to be fully concentrated on running Kanto, he can't really do that with his head all foggy. The one time he did smoke though, he was staring off into space for hours, he was completely out of it. Bonten- He's tried it, but he does harder shit, so, weed is rarely his go to. He only smokes when he wants too relax and chill. I do, however, fully believe that he's the sleepy type, he smokes a blunt and he's out an hour later. He rarely gets cottonmouth and the munchies aren't very frequent for him, also, he never coughs. He does however, become very deep when he smokes. He has the deepest conversations, asking you about your dreams and inspiration as he brushes his fingers through your hair. He definitely does become more affectionate while high. Kissing you non-stop as he nuzzles into your hair and breathes you in. Street racer- He does, not as much as Manila Mikey does, but it's still pretty often. I will say however, he's a very messy roller and some of it falls out from the paper. So, don't let him roll if you wish too smoke a whole blunt and not just less then half. He definitely fucks with indica strains and hybrids. He's a cougher, not as much as OG Mikey, but he still coughs. This man always gets munchies, it's inevitable, so if you're gonna smoke with him, MAKE SNACKS/HAVE THEM PREPARED BEFORE-HAND. He likes too exhale it out of his nose.. only to sneeze multiple times, seconds later. He's so fucking clingy when high, you can't leave. so if you gotta piss, do it before or you're not gonna do it at all. This Mikey is also a fan of high sex, but he likes it and is, very lazy. Commonaly, he'll be fucking into you while you're on your side, a hand between your legs rubbing your clit as he whines and pants in your ear.
Oh god he put drugs in the pie didn't he.
Alright gamzee ti- oh god oh fuck what do you mean gore????
I feel like if I eat it I will be so fucking high but if I don't I'll get beaten to death.
Alright gamzee ti- oh god oh fuck what do you mean gore????
I AM SO FUCKINH HIGH RIGHT NOW
Alright gamzee ti- oh god oh fuck what do you mean gore????
WHAT DO YOU MEAN HANGING
WHO ARE WE HANGING
this is gonna be fun isn't it
Wow this is gonna be fun
Sollux what
Why are you gonna talk about that
ariesfmd:
( . . . )
areya wasn’t even allowed to smoke or do anything cool like that while on his lithium. that stuff wasn’t even fun to play with. carbatrol, epitol, equetro, tegretol, what’s the difference? seungmin could try the stuff out if he wanted, but this week, areya wasn’t dealing with it.
he’d reunite with the bottles later on. for knight. for his job. for his plush and luxurious lifestyle. to keep the mania at bay.
hence why he was waiting for seungmin in some park with a backpack full of medication and a lot of money. “[they] were going to have fun tonight,” his sunbae had said. a way to kick off the year. a day where they weren’t busy.
why is he running so late? he needs to hurry up.
‘it’s cold. it’s seriously cold outside right now. my head hurts.’
He learned how to drive as son as he possibly could. The cars hes bought are like symbols of freedom, they protect him in a barrier of metal and plastic and with them he can runaway from the routine of his life. Unfortunately, it can only be temporary.
Once at the park he keeps the Mercedes running. The radio is shut off, and he turns headlights off too, just for the moment. Without the moon the sky becomes completely dark, yet the florescence of the cityscape lights the world with a radioactive glow. Seoul is never quiet, it only feels like it is. There’s no one else in the park beside the figure on the bench, and for a moment he enjoys the false sense of stillness.
When the snow drifts onto his windshield, it melts on contact.
This city is numbing to the mind and he has only so many outlets. Company isn’t one that he seeks out often, but he likes Areya because he reminds him of himself. Except Areya is a star, like a supergiant among dwarfs, and he is more like a volcano or the pools of tar. Maybe he should feel bad for corrupting him more than he already is. But he is selfish, and lonely, and in the end he doesn’t particularly care what happens.
Without realizing it he stepped out of the car. The designer, pitch black coat kept him warm, although his breath leaves his body as clouds of mist. It reaches his ankles, and the tufts of fur brushes against his cheeks. He opens the passenger door and leans against it, stares in Areya’s direction, and smiles.
“Areya,” he begins, calling out to him “get in before you freeze.” Seungmin thinks of apologizing for making him wait, but the thought falls away. “You dressed well” he adds instead, considering him. The people they were going to meet are no good, but they should accept Areya well. Besides, at a club, everyone looks a little different; a little more otherworldly, and he was curious on how his dongsaeng would fair.
Somebody needs to tell me what drugs MCR puts in their music
I be out here taking pieces of gum like I'm a addict popping pills
chat . chat did i cook/j
⚠️(TW: BRIGHT COLORS, MENTIONS OF DRUGS AND SEX)
(Lyrics from Limbo by Freddie Dredd, OCs besides Lucky by @shadow-9x , @cosmic-corporation , and my brother Ziggy!)
just saw a wizard laugh with a voice not his own and say “the NyQuil hours approacheth thee”
damn this head-sickness is fucking with me
In the most respectful way possible, why does he look high as fuck- like sir, DID YOU HIT THE REEFER BEFORE YOU CAME TO WORK-
seat down
i don't interact with the hb fandom, but i wanted to share my redesign of angel bc his design bothers me a lot. sorry
What I know about Hazbin hotel as someone who’s never seen it but has a bunch of friends who watch it and rant about it.
•there’s a guy named lucifer and he’s 4 ft tall, depressed and has an egregious about of rubber duckies. 10/10 would punt into the unfathomable void.
• there’s angels and the main character and the angels sing a song about second chances or something. Someone made a kazoo cover of it.
•you can have make a sort of soul pact with people or something and that have romantic/strong friendship connotations I think
•main character has a girlfriend
•Alastor is aro-ace, slays, is a wend1go or something, evil but in like a cartoon Disney villain sorta way. The hinges are broken on this guy.
•someone stabs another person and it’s like “DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE HAHAHAHAHA” or something. Person who got stabbed may or may not be Adam form The Bible
•there’s a moth character and instead of being slay like moths should be, he sucks.
•husk is a cat and not in fact a dog like o feral thought when I saw him.
•there’s an owl guy named Stolas who I hate solely because people keep looking at my mascot ant saying “oh hey that guy looks kinda like stolas” and every time I wanna drive their head into a wall. And then people also compare Grimm from hollow knight to stolas and I wish the same on those people aswell. IM NOT EVEN AN OWL IM A MOTH HOW DO YOU EVEN MAKE THAT CONNECTION. GRIMM IS PRESUMABLY SOME SORT OF BUG.
•dumb owl has a child who gets manipulated by the moth guy or something idk.
•there’s a character who only cares about her outfit designs or something
•there’s a weird clown. I don’t know anything about the clown but I like him. Please do not ruin silly little clown guy for me I just want more silly clowns in my life.
•gay people
•angel dust is a gay spider dude who overdosed on meth just like that homeless heroine addict vampire hunter guy (if you know you know)
•there’s a bunch of creator drama :/
•as far as I know there is no incomprehensible beings from beyond the fabric of reality. Could use more shoggoths.
@nonbinary-wyvern and @sircherri this is your faults I decided.
No matter how much Zayn wanted Gigi to open her eyes, really open her eyes and see this toxic, one sided relationship she had with her mum, he couldn’t force her to. He saw it from the very moment they started dating and he’s always hated it. Where Gigi saw Yolanda bending backwards to make sure they had the life they have, Zayn saw Yolanda reliving her prime through her kids. Pushing her kids to the extreme to get where they were now, mental and physical health be damned. Zayn fully believed that Gigi and Bella could get to where they are now without the harsh upbringing. Wanting to protect Gigi from her own mother, no matter how sad that fact was, came as easy as breathing did. And now with Khai in the fold, that need to protect his family was magnified. Her question lingers between them for a moment as Zayn pieces the words together, “You’re not going to get the answer you want, Gi.” He shakes his head, defeated. “I will never be the person that wants to take our daughter away from her family. But Khai comes first, always. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable by worrying about the wellbeing of our daughter. You’ve got these rose colored glasses on when you look at your mum, Gi. To you, she practically shits rainbows. But I see her for what she really is, why do you think she’s always had a problem with me? Because she realized that I’m someone she can't control and that fucking terrifies her.” Because if she couldn’t control Zayn, would his fuck off attitude influence the daughter she can control? “I think I’m being very fair here when I say I don’t want Yolanda being alone with Khai, at least not until she gets some serious help.” He considered allowing for that mental wall to drop again, give Gigi a glimpse of the man she fell in love with before, but even as he wanted to, that mental tug of not wanting to be so open to hurt again stopped him. “I don’t want to fight either. I just -” Teeth clamp over his tongue, “We won’t fight.” The promise is thick in the air between them, “And I’m not sure you can make me uncomfortable in my own house.” He dared a small smile at that, “It’s just for a night, for Khai.”
Not even close to it, he wants to say, but for the sake of Gigi in this very moment, he decides against the dig to her mother. But the answer that comes from him is immediate, not needing any time at all to think about it, “Khai.” The answer is straightforward, trying to fight off the smug smile that was itching on his lips as he gave her his answer. “Khai’s perfect. She’s every ounce of you and me and so much better than we can be. She refuses to go to bed until we read the farm animals a story, when it’s storming outside her first thought is to worry about them being cold, she’s so fucking beautiful and smart and so full of life. And I want it to stay that way. I don’t want her to ever doubt herself because of something someone she loves says to her, even if it’s just in passing. I don’t want her to go through what I’ve gone through, what you've gone through. She’s our treasure, Gi. And if I have to be the bad guy to protect that treasure. Then fine. Give me a parrot and a pirate hat, I’ll be the bad guy. Because I will protect her with my life, no matter who I have to protect her from.”
Brows raise at her question, a humorless laugh emitting past parted lips. “An argument that you started.” He points out. Zayn didn’t come here to fight, he didn’t want to fight with Gigi anymore, but as soon as the door to the conversation was open, he couldn’t stop himself. He had to say what he had to say, what he couldn’t say all those years ago. He needed Gigi to listen to him, to understand where he was in this situation, how he felt about it all. And in return, he wanted to know where she was with everything, how she felt about it all, listen to what she had to say. He would gladly listen to her, if it came from her and not her mother. Just organically Gigi. Not forced, not rehearsed. Passionate, in the moment, raw. “My hating her has nothing to do with how I feel about you. You are not Yolanda, Gigi. No matter how hard she tries to mold you as. You are so much better than she will ever be. You’re an amazing mother, an amazing friend, an amazing lover, an amazing model.” He was clear with each statement, trying his damndest to drill that into her head instead of the negative shit she’s heard from her mother growing up. He wanted his positive voice to be louder than Yolanda’s negative one. “She may be your blood, and some part deep deep down will be thankful that she brought you into this world but that’s just about as far as that gratefulness goes. But blood does not always equal family. Family does not treat you the way you’ve been treated Gigi. She wanted you to starve yourself just so you can fit into the models standards. What mother wants that for their kids?” At one point or another, he was sure he was sounding like a broken record but fuck, he needed her to see this for what it was.
“When we were together, there wasn’t a single day where I didn't remind you of how amazing you are, how beautiful you are and you know what I saw every time? The way your eyes lit up, the blush that would creep on your cheeks that fucking smile that could light up stadiums. Then your mother would say something and I’ve never seen someone’s guard snap up so fucking quick. I swear there were times where you physically flinched. Are you just so used to her being that way that you don’t even realize it anymore? Is that something you want for our daughter?” He knew she didn’t, and he knew that was a low blow question but sometimes the hardest questions were the ones that needed to be heard the loudest. His teeth assault the side of his cheek as her eyes widen, and he’s sent right back to that night, he couldn’t move if he wanted to - and he wanted to. He wanted to walk right out of this room and find the nearest dealer if he was being fucking frank, but he was cemented to the ground - locked in place under her gaze. Apologies on both sides were so fucking long overdue and Zayn wasn’t even sure if an apology could fix them anymore, or if they could even be fixed. He wanted to tear his gaze away from hers when her eyes started to brim with sliver, but this was his punishment right? Watching the woman he loved breakdown because of what happened between him and her mother? He could have made this easier on her, not said anything to Yolanda, but who would Zayn be if he just rolled over and accepted the emotional abuse he received from her? He doesn’t want to tell her it’s okay, because it wasn’t. None of this was okay. His entire being stills when she reaches up to graze her soft fingers along his cheek, her touch sending sparks in their wake. Before he could talk himself out of it, Zayn’s enveloping his larger hand around hers, habit has his fingers threading through hers before he swallowed thickly, dark gaze still on hers as he let her words sink in. “I needed you.” The words are so quiet between the two, broken down with the emotion that her touch unleashed. The bitter part of him wanted to ask her if she believed him, the bitter part of him wanted to drop her hand and take a few dozen steps away from her, put that space between the two as she did all those years ago. Did he believe her? He’s silent as he recalls the night, the absolute fucking chaos of it all, the yelling, the crying, slamming doors, Gigi and Khai rushing out of the house leaving him behind. When he thought about it logistically, Gigi getting Khai out of the house and away from the mess was a good thing. He didn’t want to scare his daughter, he knew he was yelling, knew that he said some pretty harsh things. He never called Yolanda a Dutch slut as she claimed, Zayn faced his own bout of racism, he wouldn’t put his own enemy through that. But he knew he said some pretty harsh things, and he didn’t want Khai around it. He didn’t want her to see him so angry. And it was because of that, that Zayn stepped forward, his hand tightening just a small fraction on hers as he rested his forehead against hers. “I believe you.” The words again, soft between them. A deep breath is taken in, “I’m sorry. For putting you through this, I really, truly am. Gi. I never wanted this for us. I wanted so much more but not this. I’m sorry for saying the things I did to you that night, I was angry but not at you, not completely anyways. And most importantly, thank you. For taking Khai away from it. I don’t know what I would have done if she got scared of me.”
growing up, there was never a doubt in gigi's mind that her parents didn't want the best for her. even with a broken family so to speak and yolanda soon remarrying after her parents split, it was the perfect family. as she began to form opinions, always one to be outspoken, she noticed that her arguments with her mom seemed to be more frequent. but wasn't that normal? girls rebelled against their mothers and mothers reigned in their daughters. whatever methods yolanda had, her eldest daughter knew that it was from a benevolent place. no matter how annoying, how painfully frustrating it was to be shamed, ridiculed, and denied certain things others had, she understood that it was so she could work hard to not only make it in the industry, but to dominate it. just like her mother had. the outdated said industry and their views of the perfect size. one of the reasons she fell so in love with zayn was because he provided her with something she hadn't been given before - protection. from the moment they met, he was a safety net and she was his biggest fan. even when he hadn't believed in himself, she was always right there to remind him. but their demons were different, dressed differently and colored differently. she didn't have the same fighter spirit zayn had, impulsively going his own way about things. instead, gigi walked her truth more practically. maybe that's why it was harder for him to wrap his head around her loyalty to their family. especially when her mother had suffocated her by the convenient guilt trips about having a "bad day" the moment she broke free and formed an opinion that challenged her method of thinking. this was resentment deeply harbored inside the woman, things she didn't get to conjure up. until now. until this boundary had been broken by zayn, so he could prove a point that maybe her mom was a horrible influence on her and now, their daughter. "z... what do you expect? for her to never see her oma again? you're not being reasonable right now." she rolled her eyes, overtly frustrated by the way he was so fixated on things that simply were not important now. "my mom is extreme, i have always given you that. but she loves us all in the best way she can. khai is three years old.. she's just riding the ponies and doing art with her. that's all that is happening. besides, you know i don't leave her often. i drop her off with you or i take her to shoots with me." she was hopeful to provide assurance. maybe he just needed to know that when she had khai on her time, yolanda's presence wasn't as influential as he thought. "i'll consider it.. but i just don't want to fight. or worse, make you feel uncomfortable in your home." truthfully, gigi wasn't sure if it was a good idea to join them. as much as her heart screamed Y E S in capital letters, her mind was slammed heavy down on the breaks, screeching as the words i'll consider it.. came flying out. she also didn't know... how would it feel to be in a spot that they once shared so many years ago. time was funny that way.
the terse of his question cuts deep as she shakes her head in an attempt to shake off what he's actually speaking aloud. only, she can't. the previous feeling of doubt has risen to uncharted levels as she plays back through everything of that day in her mind. her cutting work short, flying home immediately after she gets her mother's call, zayn's call... bella's. everyone's involvement. the way her mother was just so adamant that the father of her child was dangerous. that he could hurt her next, he could hurt khai. it was like her world had come crumbling down. the joys of co-parenting together, the dream they both shared.. all of it ended up being counterfeit. her mind was desperately trying to catch up to her thoughts as he aired everything out. every conviction. every emotion. every expression. she's taken right back to the evening everything happened and the proclaimed victim is pulling her from the home she shared with her boyfriend. khai's petite legs tightly wrapped around her frame, barely able to wave goodbye -and understandably fussy over it. she has to abandon safety in the form of a father for the night, which would turn into days and then a week. the time that gigi needed to process and decide was best for them. his last question sears through her series of flashbacks, fast acting in bringing her back to him. to the present. she feels overwhelmed. like her entire concept of what a family looks like is tainted. she can lie to herself once again, or she can somehow consider that just maybe he has a point. every time yolanda seemed to flicker with relief when gigi had come over seeking advice, some form of nurturement after a fight with her boyfriend. to her, it had always been a protective mother. but she knows deep down, she wouldn't do that to khai.. she wouldn't ever be happy with the pain of her child. mothers don't do that.. right? "she's not perfect, okay? but who the hell is perfect? tell me one person that you know who is a saint and i'll agree with you right now." she's not ready yet. she can't say it aloud. instead, she snaps back at him finally. her method of assuring him is over. it clearly isn't working.
"how can i possibly be happy with my life when this is where we're at? we can't even call our daughter and end the night there, on a positive note. we have to spend what's left of our evening arguing about someone you hate with every fiber of your being who also happens to be my blood." her words come out sharp. her tone is bitter and she refuses to face him, now gazing at the wall's rather hideous color of beige. who would even dare paint a suite that color anyway? an almost defeated expression is noticed as her focus is recalibrated as she catches him approaching. her throat closing in on her meeting her heart's heavy palpitations. she's not exactly afraid. but widened, deer in the headlights, sea green orbs reflect her true feelings with him so close. the truth is they haven't been this passionate, this radioactive in years. it's overdue, sure, but with that being said, it brings back a palette of emotions. a woman who has experienced child birth without an epidural on a farm in a tub is ironically terrified that it's too late. the same way he said he'd fall to his hands in knees for her, she would do the same for him. but would it make a difference? her throat swallows against the dryness scraping her insides. "i.." has she swallowed her words with that gulp? "z... i truly am so sorry." gigi's guilt is bubbling to the surface and her own hues watering as she is desparately trying to grasp onto everything he has just said. her heart and her mind so disconnected. yet so connected. it's hard to fight feelings, and it's as good as worthless in her mind, because the last thing he wants from her is pity. right? "but you have to know.. please know. that i am not afraid of you." giving in finally to her own vulnerability which seems bold given everything he has just mapped out for her. but she can't help it. a delicate movement to graze the warmly flushed skin of his cheek against her fingers. "please tell me you believe me." a soft whisper dressed in the presence of a beg, and her delicate touch lands her at his mercy, moments away from clinging to the floor beneath him if that is what she needs to do. she swears on everything and everyone that she'll do it.
