#getting high

[reubyanne]

Jason, gets up to the rooftop on Gotham and meets Nightwing there. he just finished beating some drug dealers.

Jason: sup.

Dick: oh?! you're here too? it's kinda rare since B is patrolling tonight.

Jason: yeah, i just finished some goons selling these "forbidden cigs" to minors. *throws a plastic bag to Dick.*

Dick: there's two cigs in this bag.

Jason: wanna share?

Dick: bet.

Both of Dick and Jason, laying down on the rooftops, eyes as red as Tim's suit.

Dick: *mumblings.* you what jay? i fucking shit on Bruce's garden, once.. dunno, twice maybe.

Jason: i did too, fuck, Bruce was nagging me all day.

Dick: coward, he's chasing me around the manor. good ol days.

Bruce, over comms: yes, and i make you bury that shit under a tree.

Dick: yes B makes me buried— the hell?!

Bruce: stay right there or I'll get Alfred to deal with you.

Jason: heck yeah, Alfred taught me how to use machine guns.

Alfred, over Oracle's comms: sure thing, master Jason.

Barbara, over comms: go home, i know you're high as hell.

Tim, over comms: how dare you both get high without me.

[merchantphoto]

our enhanced photo of a young Robert Sean Leonard smoking a joint

[todays-just-a-daydream]

ML: The standard view in books and profiles is that you were scarred by your childhood and you channeled that into songwriting. Is that how you see it?

NG: I wouldn’t say I was scarred, but everybody’s childhood makes them what they are.

Music was an escape for me. That three minutes was to take me to somewhere else, other than drudgery of cold Northern England in November.

noel gallagher's interview with mark lawson | paul gallagher's brothers book | 1970s airfix spitfire ix model airplane set | paolo hewitt's getting high | | forest gump (1994) | pair of ww2 spitfire planes | gallagher brothers 1993 | aerial view of knebworth park | oasis songs: going nowhere, up in the sky, live forever, slide away, songbird (lg penned), boy with the blues (lg penned), i'm outta time (lg penned), falling down | nghfb - wandering star | oasis live at cardiff (04 july 2025)

[patrothestupid]

commish for THRASHEDGOAT on bird app thank you !

[heavenly-archived]

𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 .ೃ࿔*:･

[cutsiegirly]

Too late 💁‍♀️

[kitchen-spoon]

Steddie in their 30’s who on a Random Thursday night after putting their kids to bed decide to go smoke weed for the first time in a few months in the garage.

Steve almost never smokes anymore so Eddie does all the prep work, even holds the bong for him. They take their hits and head back inside Steve already immediately scared and following closely behind Eddie basically hiding behind his back.

“Eddie I feel weird, like space barbie or something and there are definitely overly glittery pink aliens after me. I can feel their giant eyes on my back.”

“Its gonna be okay baby, we will land you in the safe zone soon with the emergency fruit snacks and a fresh bottle of water with ice.” Eddie assured as best he could letting himself crack a smile at the stars so Steve wouldn’t see.

Unlucky for them (well mostly Steve who had blasted off to paranoid planet) their kids are sitting at the table. Both girls in their night gowns, teddy bears in hand with hands rubbing at their eyes.

“Daddy? Papa?” Gracie their youngest says.

They both stand like deers caught in head lights at the font door. Eddie feels Steve’s hand grip into the back of his shirt tighter and snaps into action.

“Okay Barbie mission to the safe zone starting, head down, lets go.” Eddie grabbed Steve pulling him into his side as he guided them to their shared bedroom with a quick “one second girls.” Thrown over his shoulder.

“Who are you talking too?” Steve questioned trying to lift his head.

“The aliens.” Eddie guided it back down. Somehow he knew that answer would induce less panic. He flicked on the colourful lamp and gave Steve the remote knowing the colour options would keep him entertained long enough. With a final kiss to the forehead and a promise of snacks Eddie was out the door.

He stood in the hallway to the kitchen and took a deep breath. He had been high enough in his teen years at school. He could do this. He could lock in. He walked into the kitchen and the small delusional part of him that believed his 6 and 8 year olds tucked themselves back into bed withered away. The girls were still there looking confused.

“Daddy why did papa go away? Is he okay?” Gracie asked.

“Papa is fine just not feeling good thats all.”

“Did he have too much adult juice again?” Daisy asked this time.

“HAH.” Eddie couldn’t help the laugh he barked out at that. “No no just a migraine, he is getting some rest now.”

“Why were you in the garage if papa has a migraine?”

“Okay how about my turn for questions, what are you two doing up?” Eddie deflected, he would miss these days when they became snarky teens who caught on to shit like that.

“We want a snack daddy.” Gracie asked.

“Please.” Daisy added belatedly.

“How about this, fruit pouches in your room, NOT in bed though.” He was already getting the apple sauce pouches out of the fridge. He ushered them down the hall back to their rooms with a lamp on and a warning he would be back in 15 minutes to make sure they went to sleep.

[namekichii]

Here's some more dbz fanart by yours truly.

[an1mewe1rdo]

Atsumu stared at the cloud of smoke in front of him becoming larger as Sakusa exhaled. When he suggested they smoke together to relieve some stress of the season, he hadn’t expected for Sakusa to be experienced.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Sakusa snaps Atsumu out of his thoughts. It became habit for Atsumu to watch Sakusa repeat the motion of inhaling and exhaling. Atsumu dryly laughs at his comment before taking another hit of whatever cheap dispo he got talked into buying this time. The guy at the gas station always roped him into buying what he hadn’t sold.

“Didn’t take you for a smoker.” Atsumu pushes Sakusa’s shoulder with his own.

“Smoked weed back in college, hated it but tried it again after I graduated. Guess I matured.” Sakusa brings the blunt back to his lips and Atsumu can’t help but stare at how his mouth closes around it. He shakes his head as if he’s physically getting rid of the thought. Sakusa’s his friend not his damn lover.

“Ya know, Suna has the good shit. Can probably get ya a friend discount or somethin.” Atsumu doesn’t hear what Sakusa says, too distracted by his laughing. Sakusa’s smile grew big enough for Atsumu to see the fang in his mouth and the corner of his eyes crinkle. He runs his hand through his freshly bleached hair and accepts his fate. No matter how long it’ll take, Atsumu will wait for Sakusa. Because even with his red eyes and lowered eyelids and his speech that was starting to slur, he was beautiful. So beautiful that he was willing to wait until Sakusa was ready for him.

[aeonsredemption]

god i love getting high (˵¯͒⌄¯͒˵)

[littleyejin]

going to work, coming home and getting high. im sick of living everyday. the only times i can relax is when ive taken smth

[bayareabadboy]