#bowl piece

[spikyseasponge]

special k glass

[incvmplete]

🕷️🌹🖤

[hailieshapedbox]

[annoyingredhead420]

Boyfriend took me shopping at the smoke shop 🥰

I got a new house piece lol for hopefully the house we move to soon🤞 and My bf got himself a new bong ( he currently smokes weed and tobacco, he wants to quit) NEW BONG IS WEED ONLY FOR HIM ❤️

[that70sstoner]

The look and feel of new glass 👌🏼

[frogsinajar]

Happy almost 4/13, have some funnies

extra doodles under the cut

[dodothefool]

I think a lot about what he couldve done during those two years as soul king

[obsob]

making and weaving and loving! like we have done for millennia!!

[angelnumber27]

Y’all…… look at this piece 😍😍😍

[swampstew]

Its been 80 years🥲

[lacomandante]

Sharpe helping Antonia to walk along the path to Tio Ramon's house. Her hand is so small in his, her feet unsteady, but she is so determined and he is so, so proud of her, his baby girl.

[fimbry]

It's Tobiko's 6th birthday!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOBIKO! Rotisserie chicken is just about his favorite thing, second only to peking duck.

[quinnhills]

eleven months on hrt, babes 😁

[ofallthingsnasty]

tw noncon, glory holes, piss mention, trauma bonding, Doflamingo being ✨himself✨, minors dni

I can see Doflamingo being into "sharing" you - at least that's what he calls it. If someone were to ask you (and really, no one ever does), they'd find that you think of it as "getting violated by strangers for his entertainment". Few things amuse him more than seeing you absolutely wrecked and sore, droopy eyes as dead as paint on a brick wall. And while putting you into the caring, capable hands of just one singular person is fun, forcing you into a glory hole rivals the finest pieces of art. He has no qualms with letting some random nobodies fuck you - it's about all about your degradation, about reminding you what kind of filth you crawled from until he oh-so-generously offered you a place on his lap. He watches, of course. Rigs your cozy little spot in all the right ways that let him witness how you slowly lose your spirit, your measly little will to fight. Smiles as you gasp taking the first visitor, grins when you lose count and nips at his glass of wine when you start to trash around because someone decided to bless your holes with their piss. You are so lively, possess such a misplaced sense of dignity and pride - and without fault, that very sense of self gets beaten out of you. It's always a treat to scrape you out of your restraints after your sessions, to watch that little brain of yours rapidly switch between seeing him as the devil himself and as salvation - only for you to stumble into his waiting arms anyway. He tucks you under his coat every time, no matter how much reek (or leak), how piss-speckled you are, and takes you home, soothes that sting a little, re-builds you after you got so thoroughly destroyed. (He enjoys that part of the routine as well, the way you remain so silent, so tiny as he bathes you, dresses you, presses your head to his heart when you're back in his bed. It's probably the only time he's willing to do something for you, only because those quiet moments are too precious to be wasted on anyone else.)

It's too bad that he can't do it more often lest you get too broken in - and turn the whole show into a fest of apathy. Because as much as he enjoys those nights of shell-shocked silence, he likes the contrast of you screaming and fighting to them even more.

[the-forest-library]