i haven't smoked in to long

Specious Species

“You can’t light up in here, you know.”

Martin twisted his paint-stained left hand. Tulip hues faceted the shine on the tap. The tip of his cigarette bounced off the wooden bar three and a half times. “I don’t carry matches with me. Just the cig.” He stuck it between practised lips and closed his eyes in a semblance of bliss as he breathed.

“Nasty habit. My dead ex smoked two packs a day.” A chipped manicure held up a glass to get the bartender’s attention. “Which explains the dead part.”

The barkeep kept an eye on Martin while refilling the woman’s vodka. “Just don’t flash it around. It might give other people ideas.”

The woman in need of a nail salon left the now full shot glass on the bar for minute as she pulled out a compact and a tube of burnt red lipstick. “Nobody inhales anyway. Not anymore. It’s all a farce now with those electronic cigarettes that look like grotesquely large steroid inhalers or insanely small oxygen tanks.” Her hand was shaking and a smudge of what looked like an open would spread out from the corner of her lower lip. “Shit.”

The inert cigarette was pushed behind an ear as Martin watched her repair her face. The colour on her cheeks reminded him of the way he concealed rough patches on canvas with brighter shades. “It’s not entirely fake,” he said as she powdered her nose. “It’s about presentation.”

She turned a fresh-lipped smirk. “A bogus presentation. An illusionist’s trick.” The compact slapped shut next to the ear with the cigarette. “We are distracted and then it all vanishes.” She left a pink half-moon shape on the edge of the glass after the liquid in it disappeared.

Martin scraped at his hands, little flecks of paint snowing the bar. The tap picked up the rainbow, reflecting it around the bar as Martin vanished his beer.


On doing television vs. theater:
The whole experience of film or television  time feels very fast, and very slow, and you’re revisiting things. I still find live theater the most energizing. Every performance is unique, every audience is different, and there’s an immediacy that’s addictive, especially when you’re in a great play like Book of Mormon or Falsettos.

anonymous asked:

US Paps, SF Paps, and the UF brothers have an ex (or enemy if they haven't dated before) that tries to warn their SO about them right in front of the both of them. After a very long explanation about the skelle’s unsavory nature and questionable past, SO just replies “I know.”and kisses them deeply. Their response?

Ohohohohohoho. I like this one

US!Papyrus has had a few flings, but he’d never thought he’d given that much away. Of course, his ex warns S/O about all of Papyrus’ flaws. His smoking habit, his few run-ins with the law, and so on. Papyrus is trying to keep his cool, but on the inside he’s panicking. When the ex finally leaves, Papyrus tries to explain himself And then Papyrus is reminded once again why he loves S/O, when they shut him up with a kiss.

SF!Papyrus goes silent the entire time the enemy is listing all of his “flaws.” Everything from the people he’s killed to his control freak nature. He doesn’t even bother trying to explain himself. He just assumes S/O is going to leave him, so the kiss comes as a surprise. He’s not exactly sure what to make of it.

UF!Sans threatens the enemy right off the bat until they back off. He also assumes S/O is just gonna leave him and tries to storm off. But S/O catches him and gives him a smooch, and he’s suddenly a lot more reassured. Still grumbles a bit.

UF!Papyrus has a looooooong list of ex’s as well as enemies, and the lists overlap often. And Papyrus has very few problems with killing anyone on that list. But he remains civil for S/O. At the kiss, he melts. S/O doesn’t hate him. S/O doesn’t hate him


Pretentious af shipping aesthetics/moodboards for The Holy Trifecta.

Symmarah - Long talks, quiet evenings and cool desert nights

WidowTracer - Smoking guns, rough sex and expensive coffee

Zarcy - Strong hugs, warm sunsets and liberating laughter

(Note: All pictures belong to their respective owners, I just plucked them off of Google. Please don’t sue me, I have nothing left to give.)

Last night I dreamt of you in pastel tones. I dreamt of you through smoke; through a blurry lens. It was a story about how you were happy; about how you didn’t need me, to be happy. Whatever camera had captured you had been shaky. I watched it on a loop, saw the smile bloom on your face over and over; heard laughter bubbling like wind chimes under the faint breeze of a chilly night; listened as the soundtrack skip skip skipped, the missed notes hanging softly around your neck like a daisy chain.

Who else pictures your happiness as this? Who else sees you in soft grainy indigo, in a low light video framed by emerging stars?

—  Why, in my mind, is a world void of me synonymous with your happiness? 

so i hope you don’t mind that i combined your prompts into one fic! you can consider this pre-accident, or even in an au where the accident never happens hehe. i just want the sad dads to be happy!!!!!!!!

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inkcurlsandknives  asked:

I haven't loved a star wars headcannon the way I love mace windu unfucks the timeline in so long it hurts. this is wonderful-also I have a deeply ingrained vision of Mace wearing the twins in baby slings- two of them one on the front one on the back- for when they're too big for his sleeves and padme and ani wanted alone time OK (C3PO and baby sitting sugar high force sensetive TODDLER/ terrible twos twins is a recipe for coming home to a smoking crater) if there ever was one)

Mace is a fantastic babysitter, by which I mean he has his own baby slings and speederseats for the children and spoils them terribly in the name of them staying at least fifty percent Light side. There are two of them, okay, and he only HAS two hands. Shmi is totally behind the spoiling, but also, ffs, Mace, show some restraint, the babies are TOO YOUNG for space ice cream. 

Mace has never heard such nonsense in EITHER of his lives. 

"Lyrics I've taken from songs on shuffle" starter sentences
  • "I'll be there for you."
  • "There's no hope, that's what we're told."
  • "God ain't on your side."
  • "So, take the photographs and still-frames in your mind."
  • "I'm not happy, but I hope you're happy."
  • "Everybody feels the same."
  • "I'll raise you like a phoenix."
  • "There's no you and me, this impossible year."
  • "Kill that mob!"
  • "I'm a book half unread."
  • "Ever since I found you, I wanna be around you."
  • "Communication breakdown all around."
  • "Well, death to the girl at the end of serenade."
  • "Share one more drink with me?"
  • "No matter how many times we search, the answer is the same."
  • "Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars."
  • "Won’t you smile for me anymore?"
  • "I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I die."
  • "It's time to get up and let go!"
  • "I just wanna live."
  • "Those days when I got swept away by other people, I’ll say goodbye to that me."
  • "Just like me, they long to be close to you."
  • "I think my mom’s an alien."
  • "See how the sun shines brightly in the city?"
  • "I am an arms dealer, fitting you with weapons in the form of words."
  • "It's empty and cold without you here."
  • "I don't give a shit about the modern age."
  • "I haven't drank or smoked nothin' in over 22 days!"
  • "If you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch - make it a good one."
  • "I change the channels for an hour or two..."
  • "I can't express it all in words."
  • "But now I'm strong enough to know it's not too late."
  • "Heads or tails; you decide."
  • "Don't say a word, I know you feel the same."
  • "Run and tell the angels that everything's alright."
  • "You'll find out that this world is just an idiot's parade."
  • "Why do you always act in such a passive way?"
  • "Lesson learned for me and you."
  • "I know you have to go."
  • "Ain't this uniform so flattering?"
  • "Take it slow."
  • "Too many war wounds and not enough wars."
  • "I wanna be the minority."

andtheswordwentsnickersnack  asked:

Is The Almighty Johnsons good? I've heard of it (when googling dean o'gorman) but I haven't had a chance to watch it yet.

Short answer, YES. :) Long answer…

First of all, you have Dean O’Gorman walking around looking like this:

Originally posted by fili-please

Anders is a smoking hot, womanizing jerk with a heart of…probably not gold but maybe in his best moments…sterling silver?

But then there are his brothers:

Originally posted by squeepii

Ty is a pure cinnamon roll, too good for this world (if cinnamon rolls were built like brick houses with biceps bigger than your head). Mike is the eldest and the mother hen of the group who has to ride herd on all his brothers’ drama and bail them out when they’re in trouble. Axl is the youngest, sort of sweet and a little naive, the hopeful optimist of the group.

And there are some seriously awesome ladies…

Originally posted by kseniyasurvivor

Michele is a take-no-prisoners type of girl who plays an important part in the boys’ lives, along with Ingrid and Stacy, two other badasses for whom I couldn’t find any gifs (booo!).

Also there’s Dawn:

Originally posted by disdaidal

Dawn is the best, and has the uphill battle of trying to be Anders’ moral compass, AND she and Ty have the sweetest storyline, and honestly it’s worth watching the show just to get to their resolution in the series finale, during which I cried all over my treadmill.

Oh! I almost forgot cousin Olaf!

Originally posted by greatbedlam

He is a treasure, and responsible for some of the funniest moments in the show.

(Just a heads-up that there’s a fair bit of sex, if that doesn’t appeal.)

tl;dr By all means, please do watch The Almighty Johnsons, it’s fantastic.

anonymous asked:

Hey so I just smoked a bunch of weed and had a life journey and decided that I want to learn to draw. Where do I start? I haven't ever taken art seriously before. But it sounds fun and expressive and I need more outlets. So yeah, thank you for your time and stuff c:

I feel really bad that I have taken so long to reply to this, because I really hope you haven’t gone back on that decision. 

The 1st is: you’ve come to the right place.

well maybe not this exact blog

but if you want to express yourself, art is where it’s at

So if you’re looking for a place to start, I suggest sketches/drawing. Even if this doesn’t seem that fun, it’s a good building block to start off at. Whether you want to learn painting, drawing, or sculpting (or any number of art types), drawing can help you understand what you’re attempting to create.

This is also a good place to start if you don’t know what you wanna do. It’s relatively inexpensive and you can draw anything you want. 

Now I personally tend to draw people, varying in levels of realistic-ness. There are tons of things you can draw though; people, animals, landscapes, flowers, etc. 

When it comes to this, the internet is (usually) your friend. You can find tutorials, tips, and references just a google search away.

Just remember to practice.

yugo-gone-deactivated20160925  asked:

"I haven't seen you around these parts before... How long has it been, Allistor? Twenty-- thirty years?" (Hello! Hope you don't mind!)

Allistor shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. His cigar hung from the corner of his mouth, “I lost count,” he puffed some smoke, “I would have been gone longer but…I have a reason I came.”
((Hello! I don’t mind at all!))

sooooo it is sweet miranda’s birthday today (yay!) and i thought WHAT A PERFECT EXCUSE TO WRITE FIC bc i haven’t posted any in ages so this is for you miranda

skank!kurt/badboy!blaine, pg-13

Kurt flops down onto the ratty bench below the bleachers with an extended sigh. It has been a long day. And it’s only eleven thirty in the morning.

He ignores Quinn’s offer of a cigarette and extracts a pack of gum from the pocket of his tight jeans. He doesn’t mind the taste or smell of smoke, but even as a skank, he’s allowed to be concerned about his lung health.

“Puck got sent to juvie again,” she mutters, blowing out a stream of smoke up into the cloudy sky. “Fucking idiot, always messing shit up.”

Kurt nods, not wanting to say anything that could upset Quinn about the delicate balance of her relationship with Noah Puckerman. Instead he goes with something somewhat more neutral. “What did he do this time?”

She sighs and flicks her cigarette off over the arm of the couch. “He and Anderson stole Figgins’ car and drove it into the mall. Crashed right into the front of J Crew, fucked up all the window displays.”

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anonymous asked:

My friend just got caught smoking weed and the cops got her phone, and their's a lot of text we've sent to each other about weed n stuff, and it's been two days and the cops haven't called me or my parents, do you know how long it will take until they do?? And can I fake the test in some way? it was about 4 days since I last smoked weed.