Willow quit for three months and another time for five days! Didn't quite work out for her. Willow without her Marlboros is a Martian on Venus. Before she was 13 y.o., she had become a regular smoker!
WILLOW COMBO
VIDEO: TALKS AND
ANSWERS QUESTIONS!
Willow is brutally honest here about her smoking habit and how she loves it, all about it. "It's a good, little time filler," she says of her half-a-pack per day habit. "When is the best time to have a cigarette," she is asked. Answer: "Honestly? After sex! (she pauses before beaming with smugness and laughing for three seconds!) . . . I love it."
Tri-Media 27-Post, 139-Pack Ultra-Megapost!
Not only is Willow candid about how much she loves smoking, her pride in her habit comes shining through as well. She has thoroughly dissected her habit, having analyzed and justified every step along her journey to where she is today at approximately 10 cigarettes a day. Both parts of our combination video, produced by the staff, were uploaded from Instagram@ciggietimetime10. The second part (Marlboro 100s), in which Willow is reading off a set of prepared questions, was added to our archives on March 12, 2024. And 12 days later from "Ciggie Time!" we coppied the Instagram post in to our library of the first half (Marlboro Reds king size) on four dual-clip video in which Willow was speaking extemporaneously with a friend off camera who was asking her questions.
"Yeah, I feel like a bad ass!" . . .
"I've been smoking for a long time!" ⏤ Willow
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Our Centerpiece Video (First Part)!
Compiled by vs120shound staff!
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Our Centerpiece Video (Second Part)!
I just need to get something off my chest real quick, there's really no need to read this unless you want to because you're bored lmao.
So I used to be really good at answering the asks I got. I wouldn't say I answered all of them, but I think overall I had a good ratio for a long time! And I loved it! I think the asks feature is the best thing that tumblr has to offer as a social media platform (god knows just about everything else sucks).
I loved getting asks and answering them and it's a great way to talk to others in our little fandom bubbles and trade thoughts and insights with one another. My mental health did take quite a few hits in the past several months, and part of that was real life (school, sickness, death in the family) and part of that was bullshit fandom drama.
But it just occurred to me yesterday that the reason I'm nowhere near as prolific in answering the asks I get is because I have always put so much effort into putting disclaimers behind all my meta, walking on eggshells so people won't throw tantrums every time I share an opinion they don't like.
And you know what? That just made me an nervous, erratic person afraid of her own tumblr shadow. The thought of having to do all the work to put ten thousand disclaimers behind everything I say so some asshole won't vague me because I accidentally hurt their feelings just made me not want to reply to anything at all. It's fucking exhausting having to think of every scenario in which people might interpret whatever you're saying (about fictional characters may I remind you) in the worst light possible.
In the end all that time and effort I put into censoring myself—because I try to be a nice person, I don't want anyone to feel bad because of me, regardless of the fact that that's been never my intention—in the end none of that mattered! There's people that have been vaguing me for almost two years now and it's not like I go seeking out this information but it's a small fandom and I stumble over it on another blog or some shit every once in a while.
Agonizing over whether or not some random is going to interpret everything I say in the worst possible faith and have a fit on main about my shit takes and make a block list of people who interact with my posts is just so stupid honestly, and trying to censor myself didn't do me a shred of good. People still regularly call me names and insult my intelligence because of the characters I ship, the meta I write, and the kinks I enjoy talking about. It doesn't even matter if I've been active recently or not, they're still mad about stuff I said ages ago! I can't win!
So from now on I'm just to do my best to break this depressing old habit and be online without being apologetic and diminishing my own opinions, answer asks however the hell I want without feeling obligated to coddle a bunch of grown ass adults, and if people want to cry about it, there's a box of tissues in the corner. Go nuts. ♥️
Happy to report that I officially bought my ace ring thanks to you! Though I know not everybody in the community wears one, it felt like the final step for me to fully come and accept myself as aroace. It’s a reminder that I don’t need to feel pressured into anything I don’t want, and that there’s never been anything wrong with me in the first place. I’d always thought there had to be something wrong with me, something that alienated me from others and made me never want to have a romantic and sexual relationship. It’s funny to think that this deep dive into my sexuality started all because I happened to stumble upon the first installment of 666 as it got posted. Now, I’m on the hunt for a matching aro ring, though I’ve yet to find one that really speaks to me. Thank you again, for giving me hope for myself if nothing else.
Happy writing!
Omg, congratulations! I only recently learned about ace rings, and this is the first time I've heard of aro rings, though it makes total sense that they also exist. I'm not much of a ring person, but it's honestly a really cute idea. I like the idea of having two because I'd feel weird wearing a ring only on my right hand (not for any specific reason, I'm just right-handed so I prefer my asymmetric accessories to be heavier on the left side), and I heard that a black ring literally anywhere other than the middle finger of the right hand is what swingers wear, hahaha. Exact opposite of the intent!
My own self-reflections have often been prompted by the most random things that I see around, so I'm fully with you on the whole, "Wow, that came from somewhere unexpected" feeling, haha. I'm happy for you, anon, and that you feel more comfortable in your skin now!! Thank you as well, for sharing and also brightening my morning!
Last song: "The World We See", by C.B Moniker. this song was written and performed by my lovely friend Hannah, who recently passed away. i miss her dearly, and every day is hard, but my world is lightened up by her music. she was a person just brimming with talent that she should have had more time to make use of, but i cherish the beautiful music we were left with. rest in peach, my sweet Hannah </3
Favorite color: i can't decide between black or pink! especially together. but i think red is also beautiful, especially like, blood red and deep red.
Currently watching: ummm RuPaul's Drag Race: All Stars, One Piece, a whole bunch of anime honestly! i'm very inspired by anime and video games!
Sweet/savory/spicy: i love spice. food is usually pointless without a lil kick to it!
Relationship: taken but poly! two years strong with my best friends in the entire world. you can't be in love without finding friendship first, and i think that's definitely something to live by. friendship before romance always always always.
Current obsession: sims, fortnite, furina, the book i'm writing, and lady gaga!(always.)
last thing you googled: "is cucumber fruit"... yes, yes it is.
i'll be tagging some creators i've been loving recently! also, i'd like to thank all of the people who have followed me. i made this account recently and have gotten nothing but support, and it warms my heart! a huge thank you to everyone who has supported me, and my content!
@imrinababy (i have already formed a friendship with you, and can't wait to keep that going! shoutout rina!), @dryfrooot , @cozytopia , @simatomica , @dejasenti99 , @d444lso , @laelaex , @simsoftly
there are definitely people i'm forgetting, but my dms are always open. drop in and say hi!
one of my major problems with my job is that I get sososo tired of trying to figure out how to interact with people in a way that is honest, productive, but also doesn't bruise anyone's egos, and I can feel myself getting worse at it as time goes on and it's genuinely what drains me and stresses me out the most by far
the extreme in italics too? i'm imagining them like that gif of that person walking on the street recoiling in horror at zoomed in shots of lesbian behavior except in this case it's like...two references to hormone potions
transphobes will get mad any time they're put in a situation where they are forced to acknowledge the fact that trans people exist
Gotta say being Persian is funny because you're too white for progressives to care about your representation but not white enough to not get called camel-riders
thinking about the whole robpat!batman movie’s thesis being “shit. fuck. turns out this whole time the legacy of my rage and vengeance-fueled vigilante justice has been enabling domestic terrorism by entitled white men. all along what this city needed and what i needed was healing and extending our hands to our neighbors instead of continuing the cycle of trauma and violence” like the movie put their whole chest into that. it looked at their audience and said to their face “you guys never actually understood what batman is about. you saw the dark brooding aesthetic and the toxic masculinity and the individualistic lonewolfism and you see that as something to aspire to, when the point of batman was always Corruption And Evil Exists Within Those With Power And Money Not In Mental Illness, and by missing that and making it all about yourself you became the villain of this story.” in theaters right in front of batman stans. no wonder robpat was cast for this like i’ve never seen someone pull off self-loathing white man so naturally
The young girl runs up behind the boy and sprays him playfully with a little bit of water. A harmless prank as she giggles before handing him a brand new net that she made for him. A 'R' carved into its handle.
"happy birthday!"
::RIVERSAL
"Waaah...!!" A sharp squeal erupted from the boy at the feeling of cold water on his back, the momentarily cry of shock quickly turning to a string of bright giggles as he flicked back a few drips from his hair towards Daffy. "Oi, you!! I'll get you for that, you know! You better watch your back, miss..."
He could hardly say he was displeased at her betrayal so much as pleased he had someone to play with! His brothers tried, but could never fully get in on his games, whether it be through confusion or other business they had to attend to.
Admittedly, though he would never say it out loud, he secretly felt rather jealous, perhaps even upset at the news of her getting together with Lukhege when he had initially found out. It was frustrating, in a way - he had finally found himself a friend to play with, and for what? ...Yet, even despite those initial worries, he was glad to be further comforted in the thought that he hadn't been forgotten by her presence with him that day.
The once beaming smile faded with the momentary rush of excitement and into curiosity as he was offered the finely crafted net. "Oh...This is..." A soft red creeped up to his cheeks with a sheepish, somewhat awkward look to his smile as he idly turned it over in his hands. It would have seemed forced in a way that he was trying to smile if not for the faint twinging at the corners of his lips threatening to break out into a wide grin. For someone who was usually so excitable, it seemed Riversal in particular had the most trouble accepting gifts - even compared to his younger brother Laum, who, while sheepish, was always capable of clearly showing his gratitude. Riversal, however...
The boy's long coat swayed as he rocked back and forth once on his heels, unable to fully look the other in the eyes as he spoke in a quiet, awkward little peep. "Thank you, Daffy... This is... Nice. Um...! Thank you. Well..."
Promptly, he spun on his heel, took a few awkwardly shuffled steps, and sat with his back turned and his feet spread to either side of the net he held between his legs. Though she couldn't see it, it wasn't hard to guess how red his face must have been as part of the kind gesture.
"...Come back later," He said suddenly, a flatly dismissive, determined tone to his voice, "I have something to think about." One of his tricks, now involving his new present, most like. "Thanks... Again."
His next words, though meant to be spoken in a tease, came off as nothing but a half-hearted suggestion in all his distraction. They were nothing more than a mouthed, near-inaudible whisper as he stared and plucked idly at the strings of the net with his fingers, too deep in thought to even notice the water dripping from his hair, much less to speak. "...Go chat with your boyfriend..."
Whatever could he be plotting? Whoever could he be plotting against? Riversal didn't speak, and sat there deep, deep in thought for a very long time.
"Hah! Got you!!"
...Ah, poor Leonard. It seemed that he had been chosen the unfortunate victim of his prank that evening. From a distance, the small Riversal could be seen standing triumphantly atop his older brother's back like a proud hunter with his prey. Leonard, conversely, would have been near invisible if not for his large form and the striking beige of his coat against the greenery of the forest. The poor hermit laid cruelly fettered on the ground, all that was visible being the blond of the head that laid face-down and the shoulders of both arms spread on either side. The net that had toppled him should have been relatively easy to remove from the foot tangled within it - his brother that stood on his back, however, was not.
"Please, release me at once!" The muffled plea sounded from the ground. With a dramatically boisterous laugh, Riversal's hands found themselves resting smugly atop his hips.
"No! I've got you, now, brother~!"
"Riversal! Please!!" A bit more insistence in his tone, and enough in a voice as deep as his to make the now 11-year-old almost immediately jump out of his skin and straight to the side of his ailing brother.
"Sorry, sorry! I'm sorry!!" Riversal was the one pleading now, his tone as frantic and shaky as his hands as he removed the trap net from Leonard's back. The eldest looked pale as he sat up on his knees, deathly silent in the face of his younger brother's apologies and concerns as to his wellbeing - his eyes were screwed tightly shut. He seemed shaken, with his shortness of breath, Laum noticed with a tiny frown.