and i like how he smokes

anonymous asked:

I love punk!richie, but can you imagine punk!eddie? As a teen he totally rebels against his mom and gets hardcore into punk and grunge music. He still is very meticulous, his little punk accoutrements are just so, and he doesn't smoke or anything. He is a clean punk, he's still Eddie, just a little soft rebel. <3

i wanna write punk!eddie so bad my sweet angel boy would look amazing in a leather jacket and ripped jeans and richie would lose his shit the moment he saw him

just imagine richie looking at eddie walking down the hallway at school in his new punk clothes like how alex in me myself and i looks at lori, ‘there she goes’ playing and everything

Had a drink last night
He asked me what my poison is
I said gin and tonic
Because I didn’t know how to say
It was only him

Such an electric voice
I thought he was a hipster
But he was just a phony
His rock and roll was all over
It wasn’t just me

Drinks turned into smokes
He was too curious
I was shy like a teenager
I knew it wasn’t real
But I wasn’t the only dreamer

You know secrets help
I was only admiring his tattoos
When he kissed me
It’s okay because we both knew
It was the darkest goodbye kiss

- Hira

Love me or leave me alone

Summary: “Sliding your hands out of his grip he lets you go, seeing that maybe you’re listening to him this time, realizing that you actually are going to leave him.”

A/N: Giving this a shot, slightly sad, like if you squint real hard. Also this title was jacked from a song, I’m sorry titles aren’t something I’m good at.


Waking up to a cold and empty bed was not how you wanted to start your day. But the man who normally slept with you was nowhere to be found, the smell of smoke could still be scented in the air, he hadn’t gone far. Sitting up and swinging your legs off the side of the bed you moved to find your cowboy. Walking past the en suite you quickly had to backpedal, finding him staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

In front of the mirror Jesse stood, sweat pants hanging on his hips, t-shirt rumpled and hair a disheveled mess atop his head. “His face looks a little pale” you mentally note. His normal sun kissed skin a lighter shade than is average for him, the light black circles under his eyes coming into view the closer you got.

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I’m so glad they gave Roadhog a more serious comic about what he thinks of the world after he fought so hard to protect his home. 

And then they did what I’d hope they’d do: 

They showed us how they met. 

And how Junkrat apparently just picks and chooses bodyguards out of random bars to take care of him… I guess it was fate.

Anyway, more importantly:

My favorite part, where he says Junkrat is a liar. 

So Blizzard is interested in giving Junkrat more than just the comic relief role. 

Roadhog says he’s a liar who lies to himself most of all.

Lies to himself about what?

I may be wrong and this may be open to interpretation, but maybe he means Junkrat’s hiding his true feelings about his circumstances, about being “happy” and energetic all the time. 

He’s “not the quiet type” so he lies loudly, as opposed to Mako, who hides the truth by saying nothing at all.

Some people bluster and talk to hide their insecurities or their pain. 

I really like this line. It adds a dimension to Junkrat that I hope we see. 

He’s full of bluster, a yappy little mad max chihuahua with smoking hair, but Mako’s smart enough to see more in him. 

He thinks very little of everyone, based on the previous dialogue:

“They deserve what they get” “World deserves them.”

Mako remembers the past, knows how this wasteland came to be and he’s disgusted by the people who’ve settled into it, who’ve made it their home, because they don’t care about what was lost, only what they can now gain.  

He might be looking for treasure and spoils with Junkrat, but I don’t get the feeling that he cares that much about it. 

Otherwise he wouldn’t claim the queen and the others were just fighting over scraps. 

Again, personal opinion. 

But I think he was just looking for a purpose. 

And a way to strike back at a world that never cared about him, that left him and his people and his home in ruins. 

So going all over the world, wrecking rich people’s shit, stealing gold and pachimaris with Junkrat… yeah, I think he’s doing it not because gold is all he cares about, or even Junkrat’s treasure, whatever it is. 

I mean, he doesn’t even know what Junkrat’s treasure IS here. I doubt it’s just money, that would be lazy of Blizzard. 

I think he’s doing it because he’s still aching over a failed rebellion and has nothing to lose. 

And why did he choose Junkrat to stick with?

Out of all the people in the world he could’ve stuck with?

Because Junkrat is a liar, who lies to himself. 

Because other people it would seem, are liars too, but they keep their lies to themselves, and Mako apparently trusts the “loud” type more than the quiet type. 

And like I said before, because he’s on a quest for revenge, because he wants the civilized world that made his home a living nightmare have a taste of their own medicine. And Junkrat, explosions-extraordinaire, noisy but trustworthy, a real idiot, but an honest one?

Well, it really was meant to be, I guess. 

He took him up on that offer quick, didn’t he?

smoking,,,,,,, is not cute,,,,, it’s not an aesthetic,,,, it doesn’t make you hot,,, you all really need to stop romanticising something that is damaging, not only to yourself, but to everyone around you, and to an extent, also to the environment.

there is literally nothing nice about smoking, it’s an addiction, and it’s bad, end of story.

Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws are very happy that their dormitory is in a tower. Most of the windows can be climbed out of and they pull themselves onto the roof. They don’t do it like the Gryffindors do, for bravery, but for solitude. There is an unspoken rule that if a Ravenclaw sees another Ravenclaw on the roof, they don’t talk. On the roof or afterwards. It’s a safe space. Sometimes it’s where Ravenclaws be the teenagers they are and smoke, while sometimes it’s a peaceful place to just read. If a Ravenclaw is sitting on the roof crying, any other Ravenclaw, friend or not, will go and sit on the roof with them until they calm down. And another unspoken rule is that if someone sat on the roof and cried more than twice in a week, they have to talk to someone about it, a friend, a professor, or Madam Pomfrey. This is what once led a third year Ravenclaw to march a first year Gryffindor, who had somehow made his way on the roof of Ravenclaw Tower, to Professor McGonagall. He thought he was in trouble, but became very confused when he was simply asked how he felt.

modern day high school losers club

mike:
- part of like 10 different clubs including the African-American Student Leadership Club, History Club, Animal Shelter Volunteers Club, etc.
- he’s got straight a’s in every class except math (he’s got a b)
- that one kid that always brings teachers gifts at the end of the semester
- tragic sense of fashion….
- dated bill at one point but like,,,, who didn’t
- his instagram is just pictures of his dog in sunglasses

bev:
- skips class to smoke with richie
- always comes back to school after breaks with drastic hair changes like shaving her head or dying her hair green
- punk af but don’t call her that
- has a stick-and-poke that says “i hate men” but she doesn’t remember how it got there
- somehow has good grades despite never going to school
- all the gay girls have huge crushes on her

stan:
- color-coordinated everything
- counselor at the local JCC during the summer (he loves hanging out w the quiet shy kids)
- is he dating bill denbrough??? nobody can tell
- doesn’t speak up a lot in class but when he does it’s always right on the mark and makes the whole class go “damn”
- that one friend that always has everything handy - gum, bandaids, gas money, snacks, stress ball, even tampons and pads for when bev can’t afford any
-once during lunch an entire flock of pigeons just came up to him and chilled w him and the whole school knows him as “bird buddy” now
- still an eagle scout

bill:
- he and eddie are the only one who have licenses AND cars so they end up driving everyone everywhere
- has dated everyone in the loser’s club at some point?
- has a cult following of ppl that have crushes on him so he’s always getting love letters and baked goods
- still takes speech therapy bc he’s paranoid abt the stutter coming back
- writes a column in the school paper that’s a short story every issue. very popular with the school

richie:
- has been trying to woo eddie for three years now
- always says he’s gonna pay u back, never does
- teachers either hate him or love him; there is no in-between
- was a popular viner, now freaking out bc vine is over
- never has gas money and always leaves trash in your car
- got contacts the summer before junior year and became super hot
- will say his fave tv show is it’s always sunny in philadelphia but his closest friends know that it’s glee

eddie:
- oblivious to richie’s advances but sure does have a crush on him
- saved up for a car for years before he turned 16 and it is his baby
- his mom is super anxious abt him driving so it’s a struggle every time he wants to drive his car somewhere
- once during art class he bedazzled his inhaler
- was one of those kids that when they came out of the closet everyone tried to act super shocked and failed
- loves pokémon

ben:
- all the teachers adore him
- and the lunch ladies
- submits poems to the school paper anonymously and bill can always tell which are his so he always makes sure that they get published
- that kid that still has a flip phone
- he also likes pokémon so he and eddie will just sit in eddies car playing on their ds’s for hours
- if there’s money on the ground he will find it

“How High?”
  • “I turned down my TV because I couldn’t taste my macaroni.” 
  • “A cop at the party I was at last night asked who had a gun. I was so high I thought he asked who had fun, so I raised my hand.” 
  • “I looked at myself in the mirror for ten minutes to watch myself blink. I missed it every time. I was so pissed.” 
  • “My parents asked why my eyes were so red. I told them I had laser vision.” 
  • “I cried because I realized snakes are just tails with faces.” 
  • “I smoked a bunch of weed with four friends and went to a drive-through. We didn’t feel like figuring out how to split the bill between us, so we went through the drive-through five times.” 
  • “I wanted to play a video game but the TV was dirty. I couldn’t find the duster so I used my cat.” 
  • “We pulled into the driveway and I realized my mom’s car wasn’t there. I yelled, ‘fuck yeah, my mom isn’t home!’ She was driving me.” 
  • “I smoked weed on my grandparents’ farm but didn’t want to smell like weed, so I rubbed a baby goat all over myself and proceeded to tell the goat he was a good guy.” 
  • “I screamed ‘MY POTATOES’ when my friend sat on my legs.” 
  • “I turned my friend’s XBox at a 60 degree angle to make it an XBox 420.” 
Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 2/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Depression, angst and fluff throughout the whole series, suicide attempt

A/N: Im so happy at how much support part 1 got?? Thankyou all so so so fucking much ily all also!! credit to @finn-got-tall for an idea in one of the scenes!! (I wont reveal which scene bc i want people to just read) but ty lovely

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Eddie and Richie blinked at each other, stunned to see one another in such a strange coincidence. Eddie still had his hand up, but Richie still hadn’t took it. Richie merely brought his hand up that held the cigarette, taking a drag and allowing the toxic waste to decay against his lungs. Eddie visibly cringed at the sight, but stayed silent; he only continued to watch in hope that Richie would somehow step down. Richie took away the small stick, blowing the smoke out slowly and staring at Eddie through his large obnoxious eye glasses.

“Why are you here, Eds?” Richie asked, as if a day hadn’t passed since they last talked.

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god ok i had to share this high school au snippet cause its just so bad its so bad you guys thb are so bad

Taako doesn’t talk to the new guy except the new guy is a hall monitor and catches Merle with a lil’ ziploc of weed at Davenport’s locker. Taako and Magnus are collateral damage, okay, they weren’t doing anything, they weren’t even buying anything, they were just hanging out with Merle because Merle is their good good friend, and Merle happened to have a bag of weed peeking out of the corner of his bag.

“What’s that,” the new kid says.

“It’s oregano,” Merle says, completely straight faced.

“I know what pot smells like,” the new kid says. Taako thinks that’s bullshit, the guy looks like he’s never smoked a day in his life.  

“Hey thug, what’s your name?” Taako says.

“What?” the new kid says. “Er, Kravitz.”

“Cool cool cool,” Taako says. “So, Krav. Baby. How ‘bout you run along, and we pretend this never happened? No problemo.”

“Um,” Kravitz says. “No?”

“Cool,” Taako says. He turns to Magnus. “You know what you need to do, m’dude.”

“I’m on it,” Magnus says seriously. This isn’t their first rodeo.

He takes the ziplock bag out of Merle’s bag. He pours the pot into his palm. Kravitz looks like he wants to stop the events that are unfolding in front of him, but isn’t sure how to deal with this sort of audacity. Taako watches Kravitz watch Magnus. Merle is shaking with suppressed laughter. 

Magnus tosses the weed into his mouth. Kravitz’s face contorts in disgust. Merle is cracking up.

“You can’t just—!” Kravitz says.

“Ain’t got no evidence now, babe,” Taako says smugly.

Magnus swallows, and grins.

Steal my groceries? I'll steal your mama's homemade tamales.

Buckle in kids, this is a long one, but well worth the ride. (TL;DR at the end)

This happened nearly 15 years ago, when I was in college renting a house with two other people. In order to understand the gravity of this situation you must first understand the dynamic between my female roommate (whom I’ll call Becky) and myself (also female). We had one guy roommate (I’ll call him Bob), and the three of us all worked together at a restaurant and lived in the same house for 2 years.

So the three of us were pretty close during that time, we shared a friend group, worked together, and had roomed together a year prior. However, to say Becky and I were friends would be a generous assessment of the true nature of our relationship. You see, Becky and I come from very different backgrounds and also have diametrically opposite personalities. She was from a lower socioeconomic group, a racial minority, and street-savvy. I am the WASPiest wasp of all wasps who ever wasped, come from middle class whiteville and am terribly naive. (I’ve learned a lot about my naiveté since then but I can still be a little dim to the true nature of people and have been hurt many times because of this.)

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heartbeat

a/n: this is just soft boys being soft tbh. i needed it so here it is- soft richie for the win! fluff/a little bit of angst

warnings: homophobia (very brief)

september

Eddie is in love. Richie is staring down him, dark curls enveloping his freckled face, thin lips pressed into a tight smile, adoration in his eyes, and Eddie is in love. Eddie wants to mumble something along the lines of:  “Get off me, trashmouth,” but the words cannot surpass his love-struck mouth. There is a certain look in Richie’s eyes that wills Eddie to stay quiet, hands pressed to hands, bodies flushed. He has never known a love like this before.

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a love spell, or something like it

inspired by a post sara reblogged (this one, specifically) and the resulting conversation about different love spells, where she suggested i write the fic. i said no, go away, it’s late. then i stayed up and wrote the fic.

This doesn’t make any sense.

Though they’d never admit it—Dean especially would never admit it—they’re practically witches themselves at this point. Sam isn’t deluded enough to think otherwise. He has a fair share of spells up his sleeve that he knows by heart by now, a few more he’s working on remembering, and some he still struggles with the incantation, but at the end of the day they frequently speak Latin and throw herbs into flames, so, logically, they’re witches, or close enough to it.

And it’s because of this (and his own unfortunate experience that no one must ever speak of again, thanks) that Sam knows a love spell when he sees one.

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I’m 87 years old…I only eat so I can smoke and stay alive.. The only fear I have is how long consciousness is gonna hang on after my body goes. I just hope there’s nothing. Like there was before I was born. I’m not really into religion, they’re all macrocosms of the ego. When man began to think he was a separate person with a separate soul, it created a violent situation.
The void, the concept of nothingness, is terrifying to most people on the planet. And I get anxiety attacks myself. I know the fear of that void. You have to learn to die before you die. You give up, surrender to the void, to nothingness.
Anybody else you’ve interviewed bring these things up? Hang on, I gotta take this call….. Hey, brother. That’s great, man. Yeah, I’m being interviewed… We’re talking about nothing. I’ve got him well-steeped in nothing right now. He’s stopped asking questions.
—  HDS
Stoned On You

A/N: Hiii. This is a collaboration with me and @minhosmeanhoe . We figured out  that we’re the same person with the same dirty mind and this was the outcome. This is the longest and most smut I’m sure either of us has ever written in our lives and I hope you guys love reading as much as we loved writing it ! The song that goes with this fic is Stoned On You by Jaymes Young

Warnings: smut; smoking (weed), drinking, mentions of violence, hair pulling; I’m sure there is more but idk rn

Word Count: 12,529

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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.6

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, cum play, oral, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7



“Ughh” Jin grunts, as he dumps the heavy bagged object on the ground. He turned around, when he heard another thud, from where his youngest brother dropped another bag.

“Does it not bother you?” the 16yr old Jungkook, choked out. His doe eyes were shot wide open, as he stared with immense guilt at the large objects on the ground. He was clenching his fists, afraid that he may break if he looked at his eldest brother.

Jin, honestly didn’t know how to deal with Jungkook. It was always normal to feel bad after completing their father’s tasks, but eventually you’d have to get used to it. But for some reason, Jungkook was never able to become immune to his emotions.

He let out a frustrated sigh, as he looks at his little brother, “Of course it does. You just have to get used to it.”

“Used to this? H-how can anyone live like this?” the boy shakes, trying to control his anger.

“Jungkook, it’s out of our hands. We must always follow father’s orders.”

“How could you even refer to him as a father?! You know what kind of man he is! You know what he did to all of our mothers…” he sobs.

Jin was losing his composure as the boy continued. He knew their father was a vile human being, who was most likely the human form of the devil himself, but he just had to accept it. Every one of his six brothers came to terms with that, except Jungkook. He was different from the rest.

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