#addictive

[chubunited]

Some may say that this slime is a bad influence, but I'd rather think of it as... transformative :)

[buffetlicious]

From the rustic kampong (term for village) in Malaysia came this packet of homemade Spicy Tapioca Chips. The tapioca (木薯) or cassava is hand-peeled and shaven into thin rounds then dried before frying in hot oil. Seasonings like sugar, salt and chilli powder are added to give it that savoury sweet, yet slightly spicy flavours. It is so addictive as you munch on one piece after another.

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Warning

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You should have warned me,

How easy it is to stand beside you.

How your laughter floats gently down to me,

Broken and stuck in the darkness.

The candle lit,

The key out,

The only solution.

But you are the cross many bear,

The church that holds the lost.

With care and light and love

And laughter

Laughter

Laughter

I'll drink the poison, I suppose,

If it gives me a chance at standing beside you

For a little longer.

It stains my lips,

And burns my throat,

In such an addicting way.

Another sip,

Let me hear that laugh.

One more day.

One more day.

One more..

x

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[8unny9l0ck]

i wanna puff until everything goes blurry <3

[random-xpressions]

Seal these lips of mine with yours, before I spill further secrets of my heart, and how my adoration and admiration and addiction for you knows no end...

Random Xpressions

[multifandomshortstories]

Klaroline is so addictive, I don’t even know how to explain it but all the tropes are just amazing!!! It’s definitely one of my comfort ships lmao

[travelersrest]

🪽🩷🪽

[skeletalcrayfish]

"Why won't you just eat?"

Because one time when I was 16 my best friend invited me to hang out with her and her crush and then uninvited me because she was embarrassed of me

Because one time when I was 13 my friends and I went shopping and when I tried on a skirt one of them laughed

Because one time when I was 8 I was at the beach with my cousin and when I floated on my back she called me a whale

Because I remember every single time I was too much and I never want to feel it again

[icybloggs]

Addictive

[invisiblepoetsstuff]

I’ve never liked my name. Not until you said it.

I never liked the way it fumbled out my mouth.

It flows so beautifully out of yours.

I never liked the way it looked written down.

Until you wrote it.

You have brought parts of me to life

I never thought would survive.

You have brought my name back to life

I never thought I’d see it in lights.

But here you are painting it so bright.

[bredforloyalty]

if you were wondering i liked that moistboyz song that plays in benson's car so much (especially the way the guy says "stroking my .380 for a REAL fuckin homicide". i don't know) that i can now say i listen to that fuckass band

[takeyourcyanide]

Сигареты

(Soul Eater fanfiction)

Summary: This is short fic in which Marie finds Stein smoking on a bench. He can’t help but continue smoking and smoking. I’m starting to experiment with themes of addiction, and I think I’ll write a fic concerning his attempt at temporarily quitting smoking in both the anime and manga.

Word count: 1 073

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Ramblings from each corner of his very own mind pestered Stein relentlessly. They were ruthless in their efforts. He attempt to avert his focus away from the pounding of his thoughts against his skull, and onto the gracefully swaying smoke before his mouth, for he truly wondered if his brain was going to explode.

He had smoked his third cigarette of the day to the point it merely looked like a small, muted orange bud hanging from his mouth, just as he always did. He soaked up all that he could from it, putting it out with a disappointed and burning sigh.

As he chucked the cigarette into the trash can beside where he sat, his body ached with a yearning for another one. His body yearned desperately for the scratching and burning that it would undoubtedly commit against the back of his throat, for the bitter, yet sickeningly sweet taste, for the scent, of which many considered to be an unpleasant and unwelcome stench, but which he found comfort and took refuge in… Even as a young child, he had adored the odor, trailing closely behind any smoking adult. But most important of all, his body ached for the nicotine, which shushed his incoherent scramblings, which rocked him into a gradual calmness, which made him extremities feel particularly light. It made him feel almost sleepy, but in a wonderful way. Whilst the smoke blackened his pleading lungs, the nicotine floated up kindly to his brain, kissing it with a love Stein could never even begin to understand, causing him to feel as though his head was filled with soft cotton or clouds, and not the typical thick, dense, and protruding fog that always tormented him and left him unable to properly think.

He grabbed yet another cigarette from out of the pack in his left pocket, placing it gently between his upper and lower lips, retrieving his black lighter from the same pocket. A flame appeared, bright and mesmerizing, as Stein held it against the end of the cigarette.

“Stein…”

He heard repeated whispers of his name in the dusty sunset of Death City. The smoke floated upwards, chasing after the fatigued and drooling sun, spreading across the desert like sand in an aggressive sandstorm.

“Stein?” A voice much more obviously feminine, and much less hushed alerted the meister. He turned his head, being met with the site of golden blonde hair flowing in the light breeze.

“What are you doing here? And you’re still smoking? You know you shouldn’t start so young, you’re only sixteen, and I’d like to see you live past thirty,” Marie lectured in a concerned, gentle, yet stern tone. She spoke to him like a small child at times, which Stein found awfully fitting considering how he felt like a toddler observing everyone else mature around him, ultimately leaving him behind - which was quite funny, considering the fact that he had always been labeled as mature by everyone around him. Even despite the fact that all he really cared about in the end was doing whatever he pleased.

“Well, I’m perfectly fine with not living past thirty,” Stein blew another string of smoke from out of his mouth, closing his eyes relaxedly for a brief moment.

“You also shouldn’t say stuff like that, Stein. It worries me,” she took a seat beside him on the quaint, wooden bench of the city’s park. “It figured that I’d find you here.”

“Why’s that?” He curiously prodded, sparing a glance at Marie. Her hair shined luminously under the setting sun.

“No one else is here right now, and you’re a bit of a loner,” she responded with a mild shrug of her shoulders, staring intently at the dark circles painting Stein’s under-eyes.

“Have you been getting any sleep lately?” Marie crinkled her nose at the smell of smoke filling her nostrils, waving a hand in front of her face. She was staring to think she’d have to get used to the odor if she wanted to continue hanging around Stein.

“Why?” The male took another drag of his cigarette, a pleased expression present on his visage.

“Because your dark circles have gotten worse. And why do you always have to answer a question with another question,” she chuckled a little, narrowing her eyes at the green-eyed meister.

Stein shrugged his shoulders, remaining just as quiet as a scurrying mouse. He bumped the end of his cigarette against the bench, knocking the burnt portions off of his stick of relaxation. He brought it back to his mouth, not missing the way Marie’s eyebrows furrowed.

“How many have you smoked?” She fiddled with her fingers for a moment, then proceeding to brush any sort of debris or dust off her skirt.

“This is my fourth one,” he mumbled, holding his cigarette higher in the air.

“Stein..” she whined in complaint.

“Why do you care?” Stein questioned with a confused face, exasperatedly sighing once more whilst putting out and tossing yet another cigarette into the trashcan.

Marie carefully considered the question, eyes scanning for a way to put her answer.

Before she could decided on what to reply with, Stein said with a chuckle, “They should really put an ashtray out here.”

Marie rolled her eyes before speaking up, “You don’t get why I care?”

“Yeah,” he huffed. He reeked of cigarette smoke.

“Well… I guess it’s because you’re my friend and I like you,” a considerate and sincere smile painted over her lips, a small blush spreading across her cheeks.

Stein rose a pondering eyebrow, admitting, “I still don’t understand.”

Marie lifted a hand, patting him on his slumped shoulder.

“I’m not sure you ever will,” she laughed with that same smile, a glint of adoration in her brown eyes.

“I’m not sure I will either,” he begun with a shake of his tired head. “It doesn’t seem to matter how it’s explained to me.”

“I’m not sure that most normal people even understand, Stein,” she continued to laugh. “I don’t understand it fully myself.”

“I understand the science of it.. But nothing else,” Stein stared blankly at the basketball court a couple meters or less in front of him.

“That’s just fine,” she reassured quietly, standing from her seat and holding out an inviting hand.

“You wanna come with me?” She offered.

“Where to?” He asked.

“Just to go for a walk.”

“You’ll let me smoke, won’t you?”

Marie snickered.

“Sure.”

[jaubaius]

Pop it like a pro

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