if you smoke like i smoke

Received from: Smoke (Tomas)
[06:37] Going away for a couple of days. Will be splitting my classes between you and Frost.
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[06:46] no problem, have fun causing havoc on your secret mission.
[07:14] the above was a joke, but judging from your telling silence, its sounds like I’ve (yet again) accidentally stumbled across the truth.
Received from: Smoke (Tomas)
[07:15] Oh. Good. I thought you’d been reading my messages again.
Sent to: Smoke (Tomas)
What are you up to this time -.-
Received from: Smoke (Tomas)
[07:20] Causing havoc on a secret mission.

anonymous asked:

Stan has smoker/alchol drinker voice? But his voice has always been raspy, I tought that was for his age.

Excessive smoking and alcohol usage greatly effects the vocal chords. You know that burning sensation you get when you drink a soda? Think that times ten for alcohol and smoking. That’s those products effecting your throat and thus your vocal chords. So after years and years of vocal chord abuse like that, your vocal chords will deteriorate and make your voice extremely raspy. Sometimes, it even gets to the point that you need a specialized machine connected to your vocal chords just to speak. Think of Ned Gerblansky and his electro-larynx from South Park. So if Stan did excessively smoke and drink in his younger days or recently, it’s not that surprising how raspy his voice is. But then again, his voice is ALSO that raspy when he was a late teen. So that may have simply been a creative choice.

anonymous asked:

' i smoke like one cig a month, chill' considering her addictive personality, 1) i am sure that's a lie. 2)she has no self control, it's more than one. 3) if you're trying to get pregnant, you'd think one would give that up. idgaf how many you smoke monthly, if you care that much about conceiving you'd give it all up just incase you happen to get pregnant around a time you are using cigs. dumb dumb dumb

I hate when people are like “smoking isn’t attractive” or “I’d never date someone who smokes” okay?? My mission in life is not to be deemed dateable by you. Thanks byeeeeee.

anonymous asked:

What would the kittens between a cream point molly and a black smoke tabby tom look like?

Before we start going into kittens, let me just add that a cat cannot be smoke and tabby all at the same time - a solid silver cat is a smoke, but with tabby pattern it becomes a silver tabby, aka your tom there is a silver tabby, not a smoke. I know it can be difficult to navigate, especially because shorthair smokes have such heavy underlying patterning. ^^

Either way, working by the idea that your tom is genetically tabby, you have these obvious outcomes: 

- Red tabby toms
- Red silver tabby toms
- Red-black tabby tortoiseshell she-cats
- Red-black silver tabby tortoiseshell she-cats

Now if the point lass is a non-tabby, and the tom also carries non-tabby, you can add these additional designs to the litter: 

- Red non-tabby toms
- Red silver smoke toms
- Red-black solid tortoiseshell she-cats
- Red-black silver smoke tortoiseshell she-cats

Additionally, we know the molly is dilute, but unless the tom also carries dilution (grey) in his genetic makeup, you cannot have diluted offspring. However if you’d like that, then you can add the cream and blue-cream versions of all of the above here, f.ex. cream tabby toms and cream-blue torties. 

Lastly, in regard to the mother cat being pointed, that too is something that the children may well inherit - however unless the father carries any sort of albinism/colourpoint gene none of them will come to express it at all. If you decide you want a point kitten or two in this mix despite that, you can add colourpoint to all of the designs above, f.ex. red point toms, and tortie point she-cats. 

Hope that helped a little :)

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.

While looking up angel stuff, I came across the fact that “Balthasar” was the name of one of the three wise men, so that got me thinking.

Balthazar actually was one of the wise men. He brought the gold.

“You twits! Frankincense? Myrh? She just gave birth in bleeding barn and you’re bringing her perfume?? They need money! Cash! I don’t care if they could sell it, you’re making the process much more complicated than it needs to be. Gold is not uncreative… it’s practical. This is, for all intents and purposes, my half-brother and I’m not about to bring a lousy gift.”  (passes an angel sitting outside, smoking a pipe) “Hey, Gabriel.”

“’Sup, Balth. Still on for drinks later this week?”

“Oh, Dad Yes.”

TreeBros Body Swap AU:

So, I need this AU because: 

  • Evan waking up in Connor Murphy’s bed and having a panic attack
  • Connor waking up in Evan’s house and just thinking he’s really high
  • Connor-as-Evan cursing Jared out and Jared’s wide eyed reaction 
  • Connor trying to fake Evan’s love of trees
    • “I, uh, love to smoke drugs” 
    • “one time I, uh, I f-f-fought someone, definitely, w-with a knife” 
    • “fuck you, kleinman!” [pause] “I take it back, I’m so sorry Jared, please don’t hate me.”
  • Evan and Connor trying to figure out how to undo it
  • Connor and Evan starting to learn each other really well, and teaching the other about themselves to pull of pretending to be each other 
  • They meet up in the Orchard a lot for those things 
  • Connor smoking and Evan flipping out
    • “You can’t do that! I don’t smoke! What if someone catches you? I’ll get in trouble, Connor, you jerk.” “Okay, chill, I won’t smoke” 
  • Evan is nice to Zoe and Zoe is…confused 
  • Evan helping Connor and Zoe fix their relationship, in a weird way
  • Jared not understanding why Evan is suddenly being such a dick 
  • Or why Evan is suddenly hanging out with Connor Murphy of all people
  • At some point Evan threatens to cut Connor’s hair to get him to do something, and it works really well 
  • Eventually Connor and Evan tells Jared and he doesn’t believe it until Connor Murphy says something that only Evan Hansen would know, and that he knows Evan would never tell Connor 
  • He does research for them, but he comes up with nothing useful 
  • Connor starting to care a lot about Heidi Hansen 
  • Evan starting to understand why Connor is the way he is 
  • They swap back when they both realize that they misjudged each other. Connor isn’t just a stoner, burnout, and Evan isn’t just a nerd, they actually have a lot in common 
  • After they swap back, they stay friends and eventually get together 

okay but how long do you think kev practiced that “you like the water? well i can introduce you to some fiya” line before actually saying it to chiron

What if Destiny 2 opened like this:

The screen is black… All is quiet… Then you hear it. You hear him.

“Guardian? Guardian! Eyes up Guardian!”

The blackness clears as you blink back to life. You stand up, and around you is death and destruction, not unlike your first revival.

Except this time, the bodies were fresh. The embers still burned. And smoke billowed into the sky. The alabaster sphere of the traveler only visible as a dark shadow behind the ash and smoke.

“Thank the Traveler you’re alright… I thought I had lost you…”

A blazing jumpship whistles by as it plummets toward the Earth. You can hear screaming, shouting, and the comms are abuzz. The echoes of Guardians supercharging in the distance filled the air, and the blackened sky was aglow with hues of firey oranges, purples, and blues. You pick up your weapon, and march once more unto the breach.

anonymous asked:

Hey! If you're still taking prompts, could you write about neil and Andrew having a conversation about Neil's past? Like the stuff he had to do to survive and the stuff he went through with the worlds shittiest parents? Also I'm pretty sure neil has killed people like it makes complete sense so maybe andreil talking about that?

There’s a band of pale blue light nipping at the tops of the trees and sharpening the silhouettes of the houses, but everything else is fresh and dark. Andrew smokes with the pack clenched in his fist, the cherry of the cigarette winking at the street lamps winking at the orange moon.

Their front porch isn’t like the rush of the rooftop, but he can get that same jitter of fear from Neil nowadays, and he’s more portable. He’d left him knotted in the bedsheets an hour ago, and knowing he’s inside somewhere at his back is burning him up. Andrew inhales and focuses on the exhale, the way the smoke still tries to hurt him when it should’ve given up. He likes that nicotine doesn’t leave him alone.

Neil slips out the front door and lets the screen door clatter, and Andrew knows that he’s upset before he sits down two steps below Andrew, holding his own head.

He doesn’t ask; just smokes fervently. The moon bobs its head sympathetically, wind catches the smoke and breaks it over Neil’s head like water on rocks.

It occurs to Andrew that Neil isn’t going to start this conversation, because he likes to think things through on his own, solve them wrong, and tell Andrew about his mistakes later. He’s insufferably convinced of his own problem-solving abilities, then obsessed with the mechanism of his own missteps.

“What?” Andrew asks impatiently. He flicks ash from his cigarette and holds it out in front of Neil’s face. Neil sidles through his own tangled thinking for long enough to glance up. He leans forward and sucks the smoke from between Andrew’s fingers.

When he looks away, gusting smoke from his open mouth, he says, “Matt called. We fought.”

You fought,” Andrew guesses.

Neil looks agitated, blue in the choked light, eyes black and furious. “He was being unfair. He keeps trying to tell me what’s right or wrong lately, because he thinks I’ve been— been deprived, like my experiences were outside of humanity, or morality, and it’s so— condescending.”

“You’re only realizing this now? All of the foxes are condescending. It is the only way they can avoid their own failure.”

“This was different,” Neil says, shaking his head. “I can tell when they’re saying things because they want to see my reaction, and this wasn’t that. He meant what he was saying.”

“And what was that?”

Neil goes gagged silent. He shifts backwards up to Andrew’s stair without looking at him, settling into the groove worn into the wood.

“That killing someone makes you a monster. That murder is the worst thing you can do to a person.”

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Peter Cushing as Captain Clive Judd in Cone of Silence (1960).