#mac 1 weed

[6slux]

cut the cameras | 2.2k

pairing; onyankopon x BLACK!INFLUENCER!READER

synopsis; you try and fail to record for your channel but a surprise visitor distracts you.

cw! 18+, black!fem!reader, plug!onyankopon, dirty talk, oral (m!receiving), p in v sex, consensual filming, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, fiancé!onyankopon, rimming

“welcome back, pixies”, you pause slightly, voice syrupy-sweet, “…to another get ready with me!”, curved acrylics wave at the camera’s lens.

sunday evenings were reserved for you and onyankopon’s date nights. no matter how hectic your schedules get- time was made.

“today i’m jus’ doing a quick light beat. a lil’ something for my man and i’s bowling date”, draped behind you is a lavender-padded backdrop. the plush material lines a corner of your shared bedroom.

opposite of that sits a pink Sony ZV-1, with the motion-tracking tripod to match. the very one you swooned over to onyankopon after watching numerous reviews. that very same Christmas the heavy box sat underneath the tree with a sparkly bow attached.

nerves still manage to swell in the pit of your belly, despite this being your tenth video for your channel. there were only going to be 20,000 eyes on you, after all. while getting dolled-up was second nature, showcasing it to the digital world required transparency.

“as always I’m startin’ with my Mac Studio Radiance Primer. y’all when i tell you this thing acts like a barrier on my skin”, you swear by the white bottle in the palm of your hand.

*squirt*- the milky substance spurts out on your left cheekbone. fingertips then massaging it into the copper freckles that splatter across your skin.

a leopard-print robe clings onto your body’s grooves. this newfound hobby of yours is a therapeutic one. something that helps the time passes when your fiancé is outside.

it’s comical just how soon the golden doorknob spins in your peripheral. the camera merely picks up step two as a shadow overcasts the leftside of the frame.

you don’t bat an eye in the man’s direction. onyankopon was keen on greetings no matter how short the distance. having already made several guest appearances on the channel thus far.

“‘m filmin’, ony,” you whine, lips betraying you as they spread into a soft grin. a deep chuckle rolls off of his pink tongue. thick digits already wrapping around your chin to bring your spacey eyes upwards. a tinge of weed lingers on him. the subtle scent wafting in with his rich, musky cologne.

the look you share makes your brush crumble to your lap. onyankopon’s pupils are filled with adornment each time they find you. after a long day of serving the block he gets to come home to you, who’s barely lifted a french tip. he leads a life of chaos to afford your luxurious one. to assure his baby can simply sit before a camera and look pretty. It’s the soft life you deserve; the least he can provide for someone so selfless.

“i know, ma. jus’ wanted to see if you was straight. to apologize for dipping out before you was up s’all,” he jests with sincerity, despite the amusement of his southern twang. it’s almost enough for you to believe him, yet his hold lingers on your tilted chin.

onyankopon will never get over how much your lash tech loves you. how each wispy strand highlights the shape of your doe eyes.

a nod is returned, not a hair misplaced in your slickback bun as you purse your lips together. the telling gesture causes him to swoop down and plant a kiss with his full ones.

he leaves—with nothing but the sheen from your lip balm with him. straight to the connected en suite onyankopon goes. the sound of water trickles softly a couple seconds later.

communication isn’t needy with you two. he makes his presence known, acknowledges your feelings, and then his sweatpant-clad thighs are out of the frame. soon, you’re peering back at that red dot. it picks up every single thing, except for the makeup look it’s intended to catch.

a soft sigh escapes your disheveled head as you duck underneath the vanity to find a lost brush. distractions gloss over as you apply foundation into the pores of your prepped skin. you speak fluently as your wrist works in the layers of your velvety base. viewers are assured that you’re using your go-to products; Fenty, Mac, and various other brands scattered messily.

somewhere between placing down your dark-cocoa liner and reaching for clear gloss—the bathroom door swings open. not just a creak, but the wood is forcefully pushed against. this causes your neck to snap towards the side of the camera. low and behold heavy steps knock against the acacia floor panels.

onyankopon’s rich skin glistens with wet droplets. his broad stature is bare with the exception of it’s intricate ink. a bushy happy trail leads to the fuzzy towel around his waist. he’s intentional as he makes his way to the spongy mattress. knowing movements pretend as if a gaze isn’t fixated on his flexing back muscles. curse how you melt beneath yourself- ogling at his back as he pays you no mind. at least that’s what your fiancé wants you to believe. teasingly he sorts through a pile of shirts in search for tonight’s contender. simultaneously, your passionate narration dies into a deafening silence.

“thought filmin’ was so damn important, ‘member, baby?”, he speaks deliberate and sarcastic. you can almost hear the smirk stretched across his face.

abruptly a needless reminder bounces off the bedroom wall. yet onyankopon’s shaded back is still turned towards you.

you snarl, “well it’s kinda hard with all the noise in my background”, covered arms now rest against your rising chest. a pregnant pause floods the space right before he’s completely turned and facing you. a lump settles in your throat as the giant paces the room to your side. annoyance has taken over his features, brows now furrowed to crease his nose bridge.

“aye, quit all that whining,” he retorts, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips, betraying his playful intent. as if the towel-ridden man wasn’t trying to get you all riled up in your seat. that previous hold on your chin is returned. this time onyankopon’s opposite palm goes to drop his towel. “make me,” your counterattack is the final one that leaves your two-tone lips, eyes flickering between his challenging stare and the impending peril as the towel loosens its grip around his waist.

there’s no time to recount how you’ve gotten here. with the weight of onyankopon’s size drooping his engorged tip in your face. now an eucalyptus soap fills your nostrils, left hand already wrapped around his thick base. up and down—you drag along the ridges of his veins up and down. your torso is already twisted to face him. peach bottom pressing into your soles as you turn towards him-thighs flattening beneath you. the velvet bench to your vanity was now being used as a prop.

teasingly, your lips part an inch apart. just wide enough to press open-mouthed kisses onto the slit of onyankopon’s tip. pre-cum oozes out only to be lapped up by your hungry tongue. “w-what’s all this teasing? you was just big n’ bad a minute ago,” his fist wraps around himself, the other pressed your head closer. a soft shriek escapes before onyankopon clogs the back of your throat. his chiseled hips thrust, giving you no time to prepare yourself. he sets a pace that’s mean and ruthless—it has your saliva foaming around his deep veins like a fountain.

in a teary-eyed blink, your mouth is stuffed full. he’s so relentless as he drags your wetness along his shaft. wet, slick noises erupting as you hollow your cheeks and cup his balls. a familiar spaciness fogs your head as you bob against his shallow thrusts. “right there-fuck, this throat so damn tight...”

he holds you against him, half of his dick disappearing as your muscles convulse around his girth. and you stay there for what feels like forever- a gagging fit forcing onyankopon to lazily pull you off. “ony…need you”, tone now softened by lust, you look up with big, shiny eyes. spit dribbles down your chin as you use a palm to massage the moisture into onyankopon‘s length. his own chest is rising and falling- animating your italicized name that resides over his heart.

beneath your breathless plea is the sight of your robe unraveling on its own. how could ony resist the way your cleavage spills out of the silk. the way your naked thighs stick together from your honey. with a curious grin, he dips down and latches his forearm around your midsection. gently your fiancé picks you up until your heels can wrap around his torso. his hold is strong and protective—bringing you a couple feet away to lay flat on the edge of the mattress.

now, the forgotten camera hones in on onyankopon’s perfect ass while he rids you of the sheer coverup. you’re helpless beneath him as he towers over you, knees to your chest. “nah, don’t do all that cryin’. act like you run shit for ya lil’ fans,” your soft groans earn you an eye roll, his darkened pupils now taking in every inch of glowy skin. all you can do is look up at the spinning ceiling, his tip taps against your fat folds.

“need to feel all of you, bae…please need my husband,” that little nickname of yours. husband—one that reminded the man of what was to come in a couple months. all the blood, sweat, teary nights and fucking money to make your big day special. countless of long meetings and bridal arrangements. cake tastings and floral pickings. all to officially marry the man of your fairytales. the very same one who swore he didn’t believe in marriages. he’d seen the concept as a scam up until he met you. now as whipped as can be; he strictly referred to you as his wife, his heart, his everything.

onyankopon‘s dick sinks into you like the final piece to a tedious puzzle. his head presses into your velvet walls as you mewl against your pursed lips. “like that? you feel that? feel what you do to me?,” one palm’s wingspan spreads behind your knees to keep them pinned. it gives him sight of the way your walls flutter around his thick dick. “jesus, ma. s’only half of it…need you to loosen up for me. i know she greedy as can be,” the stretch burns, your restrained legs weakly defend with a slight twitch. “fuc-k, ony you so deep can’t- can’t take anymo…,” both of your fists grip either sides of the sheet, head thudding back into a pile of freshly washed polos.

it’s like the masochist feeds off of your cries. onyankopon‘s other palm guides him through your wetness. a permanent furrow stays with him as he tries to make sense of the tightness. he’ll never get over how unforgiving your body is—like a wave of amnesia washes over the cunt he’s been buried in countless of times. “there you go, knew you could do it. take it, take it,” he repeats, a hand finding your waist now that your mound presses to his coarse pubes. onyankopon stills for all of several seconds. he snorts as your distorted expression tries to turn to the wrinkled duvet. the way the camera frames the sight of you coming undone off of stillness—silence, is amusing.

“what you pushing me away fo? we’re jus’ getting started, ma”, your nails shove beneath his navel, “we can always turn this shit into onlyfans whenever…,” that’s when it dawns upon you. you’re so fucked out that your fuzzy head shoots up and meets the tiny, red dot. onyankopon takes the epiphany as he’s not doing enough. he suddenly snaps his hips all the way back—leaving you with the trace of fullness. then, he thrusts back in with one, fluid motion. “mmh-ph!”, the wind is gutted from your deflated chest. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve came, but the puddle beneath your ass grows damper.

“shit…shit’s so…ugh,” the figure above you is soon reduced to incoherent whimpers. onyankopon lazily thumbs your second hole as he tries to keep up with his slowed pace. the way you clench and weep around him is going to be the death of him—he’s certain of it. when your eyes flutter open you’re met with his bobbing adam’s apple. his neck is blindly held back and his strokes are by the grace of God. “goddamn, ma. ‘m nutting, fuck i‘m nutting,” he huffs in twos, feet grounded into the tan rug beneath and knees locked. his base kisses your pussy one last time before you feel that dewy sensation. like a ragdoll your knees drop to the side. onyankopon gets ahold of your waist when he pulls out. a mixture of release seeps to your folds and down the side of the bed.

“hold up, peach. gonna get you cleaned so we can head out,” his raspy voice is drained and raw. for a moment you let him believe you two are stepping foot out of the house. he turns to head to the bathroom, but a grip around his wrist stops him. “again,” your canting blinks betray your eagerness, each one slower than the last. deep laughter erupts from onyankopon‘s inked sternum; only to resume his movement. his footsteps gyrate the entire, humid bedroom. instead of continuing to the bathroom, ony stops at the rolling device. with the click of a button the lens fades and retracts inwards. “i can’t give away all my best shots wit’ my woman”.

[bnnysweets]

˗ˏˋ THE CHAIN ˎˊ˗

capt. 1

guitarist!ellie x vocalist!reader

after years of dedication to establish the band and make the dream real, the long-awaited success was achieved. money, interviews, paparazzi, luxury and everything else, but what happens when your girlfriend goes back to her old bad habits and you are no longer willing to deal with them?

author’s note: english is not my first language. this is heavily inspired by fleetwood mac’s discography and history.

warnings: angst. drugs(alcohol, cigs, coke n heroin). cheating(?). mention of relapsing. ellie and r! are in a band with their friends.

it escalated quickly. ellie was invited to open another band’s concert, she would do a solo, when she asked if you wanted to go with her you turned down and said you wanted to rest. so ellie flew to the other side of the country with a bunch of newly succeeded rockstars, what could go wrong?

ellie would spend one week away, and on the fourth day your adviser, leah, called you: “did you saw it?” you were barely wake, napping for a little too long, but her calls always meant something urgent, “what? what u talking ‘bout?” she left a breath and you heard she whisper “fuck me” very quiet. “ellie was photographed in a strip club.” she said on a remorseful tone, like she didn’t want to be the one to tell you this. you were speechless.

ellie and you were dating for four fucking years, since you were eighteen. you created a band together with your friends, you grew up together and so did your relationship. both of you never had any problems regarding loyalty or anything like that, but since she started to do solos and she recorded a solo album, she was weird. she was acting like she didn’t need you, not just you but all the band; jesse, dina and abby. all of you sacrificed a lot for the band, especially you. you’re the youngest of them, you gave up of your dream of enter a university because of the band. ellie knew how much a major meant to you, but she still said the band would offer so much more to you. and now is looking like she didn’t even like to be in it anymore.

you stayed silent, for a minute, but for leah sounded like a hour. “what the fuck?! where’s the pic?” you started pacing around the hotel room, “listen, i don’t think you should see-“ “wheres the pic leah?” you interrupted, controlling yourself to not scream at her. “…just open twitter and search her name.” she said exhaling a loud sigh. you put the call on speaker and looked for it. it was worse than you thought.

ellie was sat on one of that big couches, blunt on one hand and a whole whiskey bottle on another. she was on the middle of her, apparently, new friends, two of them with white powder on theirs noses. she was shirtless, with a calvin klein top under of a black leather jacket, she was manspreading with the biggest smirk on her face, clearly drugged. her eyes were empty, despite her grin, you could see how she was empty, hollow, nothing but a heap of ego. and the cherry on top? a almost naked girl on her lap, with her head on ellie’s neck, ellie’s hands were on the stripper’s hips. the stripper was only wearing a fucking thong. the table on front of the couch contains a bunch of bottles, two filled ashtrays, a lot of empty little bags and other ones with white powder and colored pills, you even saw a fucking syringe. you freaked out.

“are you there?” leah asked, all she could hear was yours sighs evertime you noticed a new detail on the photo. “what the actual fuck leah? what happened? did she say something to u? i can’t believe this shit.” you said, still swallowing all the feelings that invaded you. leah sighed too, “she didn’t say anything to me, just texted asking for a flight back.” “did you found?” you asked, “yes, she’s gonna be here by 2am.” “alright…yeah…alright. thank you leah.” you hung up before leah could say anything. ellie had went to rehab when you started dating, and you made your job to never let her touch anything other than weed again. but you couldn’t control her, she was a grown woman, if she want to do, she will.

you threw your phone across the room. you grabbed a pillow and screamed on it, until you couldn’t anymore. until your throat was sore. you walked to the little hotel kitchen and drank water, trying to calm down. you grabbed your phone, that surprisingly still working, besides the force of the impact, and opened the chat with jesse.

[mrprettywhenhecries]

✦ Name ✦ Winrey "Win" Jane Lewis

✦ Face claim ✦ Kailee Morgue

✦ Age ✦ 18 (in 1984)

✦ Birthdate ✦ 10/01/1967

✦ Zodiac Sign ✦ Libra

✦ Orientation ✦ Bisexual & Polyamourous

✦ Love interest(s) ✦ Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington

[Read her story: I Don't Think You Notice • tumblr | ao3 ] Note: I'm going to be rewriting/changing parts of this fic soon, since just as I had started writing the third part the Steve thirst hit hard and I decided I wanted to change it from just a Billy/oc fic to Billy/oc/Steve fic. Look for the updated first chapter soon!

✦ Friends ✦ Tina, Carol, Vicky (ex friends), Heather Halloway, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson

✦ Occupation ✦ high school senior, works part time at Sam Goody when Starcourt opens, after the mall closes she gets a receptionist job at the mechanic shop Billy also works at.

✦ Physical Appearance ✦ 5’1", 110lbs, petite, grey eyes, bleached blonde hair in a short bob with bangs and darker roots, pierced lip (right side), small stick & poke tattooed star on left temple

✦ Likes ✦ horror films, sleeping in, mint chocolate chip ice cream & chocolate cake, muscle cars (especially her dad's 69' Chevelle COPO 427), swimming, loud music, collecting chintz, stargazing, big time wrestling/wwf

✦ Dislikes ✦ bugs, fake friends, small towns, being lied to, being underestimated, algebra, spiders/bugs, spicy food, pineapple on pizza, the anniversary of her mom's death

✦ Vices ✦ smoking, weed, whiskey, driving too fast, public/semi-public sex, partying, not wearing pants when home alone

✦ Personality ✦ loyal, determined, street smart, witty, flirtatious, stealthy, moody, aloof, quick to shut people out, stubborn, holds grudges, jealous

✦ Favorite Bands ✦ Blondie, Billy Idol, Pat Benatar, Heart, KISS, Tom Waits, Van Halen, Judas Priest, Fleetwood Mac, Black Sabbath, Bon Jovi

✦ Favorite Movie(s) ✦ Mad Max, Blade Runner, The Lost Boys, Halloween, Better Off Dead

✦ Backstory ✦ Originally from Chicago, Win lost her mother, Ellery, as a teenager, leaving her lost and embittered. Not long after her mother’s passing, unable to process his own grief, her father, David, threw himself into his work, spending long hours away from home and leaving Win unsupervised most of the time. In an attempt to ignore her predicament and fill the void inside her, Win similarly found things to distract herself, mostly vandalism and sex.

At the beginning of her senior year, Win's father was offered a job at Hawkins Lab and he accepted, relocating the two of them to the rural town, hoping the change of scenery would be good for her, and Win was quickly branded as the popular new girl. Though Win couldn't really stand the "friends" she made, she figured it was better than being a loner. Little did she know how much everything would change with the arrival of Billy Hargrove.

[ See her Full Bio Here! 💚✨] [ Alternate Outfits #1 ]

[porkdinner]

Art requests from the CHNT discord lol

[ID 1: simple portrait of Marie Ann Calico. She has a chubby face, teased mullet and cat eyes. She wears a spiked collar that says, “MAC”.

ID 2: doodles of Yvonne gaming and smoking weed. She has many piercings different streaks in her hair.

ID 3: sketch of Sydney and Jedediah in college. Sydney has long, gothic hair and wears pajamas as he eats a weed brownie. Jedidiah bursts into the doorway, staring in shock and alarm. /END ID]

[chattre-kisses]

I promise to exploit you (6785 words) by chattrekisses

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Mac McDonald/Dennis Reynolds, Charlie Kelly & Mac McDonald & Dennis Reynolds

Additional Tags: High School, Pre-Canon, Drug Dealer Mac McDonald, Closeted Mac McDonald, Caring Mac McDonald, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Recreational Drug Use, Unhealthy Relationships, Angst, Fluff, Mac McDonald Loves Dennis Reynolds, Dennis Reynolds Has Big Feelings, He is exceptionally bad at dealing with them and makes it everyone else's problem, POV Dennis Reynolds, Semi-Public Sex, Praise Kink, Religious Conflict, Attempted Shotgunning, Dennis Reynolds Has an Eating Disorder, Mutual Pining, Dennis Reynolds Loves Mac McDonald, But he'd rather eat glass than admit that

Summary:

“You just kissed me!” Dennis exclaims. He raises his hand to his mouth and brushes his fingertips across his lips in disbelief. They’re still sensitive, buzzing from the contact.

“I thought—” Mac stumbles over his words, pushes his hair back from his face. “I just thought— I mean, you were the one who leaned in first!”

Dennis sputters, incredulous, “What, you thought I was going to kiss you?”

“What else was I supposed to think?” Mac asks, his voice bordering on hysterical.

“Mac, do you even know what shotgunning is?”

Mac throws his hands up in frustration. “Of course I do! I call shotgun, like, all the time in the car—”

“Oh my god, Mac, you’re a drug dealer, how can you not know what shotgunning is?”

Or, after an attempt at shotgunning a joint goes awry, Dennis and Mac fool around under the bleachers.

12 PM

ON A WEDNESDAY

PHILADELPHIA, PA

In the crowded, humid, vaguely meatloaf-scented cafeteria of St. Joseph’s Preparatory School, Dennis Reynolds pokes at his fingertips with a pencil, relishing the sharp sting that sparks like lightning up his fingers each time lead meets skin. He’s fastidiously ignoring the untouched lunch tray of food in front of him. Sitting across from him is Charlie Kelly, who shovels sloppy spoonfuls of meatloaf into his maw with near-religious zeal. 

Dennis longs for more refined company, but Adriano Calvanese and the rest of his goons ditched today and forgot to tell him. It was an oversight, of course. He would have been welcome with them. But it still gets under Dennis's skin. “Meatloaf is eaten with a fork and a knife,” Dennis informs Charlie. 

“So is your mom,” replies Charlie around a mouthful, littering the table in front of him with meatloaf debris. He waves his offending spoon around a little for good measure. 

Dennis wrinkles his nose in disgust and leans away from his companion. His gaze skips across the room, scanning the faces of his classmates and dismissing them when they’re not who he’s searching for. 

Finally, he spots his target by the register: Ronald "Mac" McDonald, in a shirt with the sleeves ripped off, arguing with the harried-looking lunch lady. He’s been working out more. Dennis can see the curve of lean muscle building in his biceps even from this distance. It makes Dennis want to throw something, bite something, or break something. Dennis averts his gaze carefully, but he knows Charlie’s clocking him by the expression on his face. “What?” spits Dennis. 

“You’ve got that date tonight, right? With that one girl? With the boobs?” asks Charlie. 

Dennis rolls his eyes. “Yes, Charlie. I have a date with that one girl with the boobs.”

“She smoke?” Charlie asks. 

“I dunno,” says Dennis. Poke, poke, goes his pencil against his fingertips. It hurts, and that's precisely why Dennis does it. “Probably.”

Charlie nods toward Mac. “You should buy from Mac then, man, he’s got some new bud in, and we smoked some the other day, and it’s— woah. Totally quality, top shelf shit.”

Dennis considers this proposition with interest. Weed would be a welcome addition to his evening plans— not that he needed the social lubricant, of course, but it might be helpful. And getting laid high is always fun. “Maybe I will.”

Whatever battle he waged with the lunch lady, Mac has clearly won, as he now approaches Dennis and Charlie’s lunch table with a triumphant smile. Dennis subtly shifts further down the bench he’s on, hoping the extra space will entice Mac to sit beside him rather than Charlie when he arrives. 

Mac hasn’t slicked his hair back today, which Dennis prefers. It suits Mac more when it’s fluffy and wild, like he’s just run his fingers through it. Dennis packs the thought into a little box, seals it up tight, and labels it Do Not Enter. He's well practiced at squirreling away the kind of thoughts he has about Mac that he knows he shouldn't. 

“Hey guys.” Mac slides in right next to Dennis, and their knees knock against one another under the table. Dennis doesn’t move away, and when Mac meets Dennis’s eyes with mild confusion, Dennis holds his gaze. Mac flushes, but he doesn’t move his leg.

Charlie ignores their silent exchange with the ease of practice. “Yo, why were you picking a fight with the lunch lady?”

“I forgot my Swiss Army knife at home, and I needed a real knife, not that plastic shit,” Mac says, holding up a small kitchen knife. “Convinced her to let me borrow it.”

Dennis is about to ask why he needed it, but Mac takes the knife to one of the two apples on his lunch tray, and the ‘why’ becomes obvious. Mac skins the apple deftly, leaving behind curlicues of apple skin on his tray. He slices off a wedge of apple in his palm and offers it to Dennis. His fingertips glisten, sticky with juice, where he touches the proffered fruit. 

Dennis feels his mouth water at the sight. 

Mac waves the apple slice in Dennis’s face. “Go on,” he says. “You gotta eat something, bro.”

Something twists tightly in Dennis’s gut. He turns up his nose at Mac’s offering and says, “God only knows if you’ve washed your hands recently.”

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” snaps Mac. “I washed my hands, okay? Knew you’d bitch about it, so I washed ‘em already. Just take the apple, Den.”

Dennis huffs about it, but he ends up eating the slice. He ends up eating two full apples, slice by skinned slice, because Mac’s the one offering it to him. It pisses him off a little. Gets under his skin. Dennis likes to be in control, especially of himself, and he usually is. But then sometimes Mac will look at him, and Dennis will kind of… crumble, his willpower dissolving like wet cotton candy.

“How’d you convince her to give you the knife?” Charlie asks. 

“Told her if she didn’t, I’d use my sick ass moves on her and take her down,” Mac replies, miming a vague martial arts move with his arms. 

“And that worked?!” cries Charlie, disbelieving and delighted. 

Mac shrugs up a shoulder. “Nah, I stole it when she wasn’t looking.”

The entire time Mac’s divvying up the apple, Mac’s chatting with Charlie, like this whole apple exchange isn’t disgustingly, violently intimate. Like they aren’t both sticky with it. 

After he finishes handing Dennis the apple slices, Mac licks the juice off his hands. Dennis watches as Mac laps at the webbing between his fingers. From underneath the fringe of his dark eyelashes, Mac locks eyes with Dennis. Ka-thump goes Dennis’s heart. 

“Charlie says you have some good weed,” Dennis says, fully interrupting Charlie and Mac’s conversation. 

Mac doesn’t seem to mind, he pivots quickly to address Dennis. “Charlie’s right. You want?”

“I’m interested,” Dennis demurs, dragging a finger across the tabletop, watching Mac watch the movement. “I’m looking to—”

“Dennis has a date tonight,” interrupts Charlie. Dennis shoots him the stink eye— Charlie can be such a friggin’ Brutus. Charlie continues his betrayal by tacking on, “It’s with a girl. With boobs.”

Mac tucks his chin, but not fast enough that Dennis can’t see how his expression falls. “That’s great, dude.”

Dennis lands a solid kick on Charlie’s kneecap under the table. 

“Ow!” protests Charlie. “What the fuck!”

“It’s nothing serious,” Dennis says, laying a hand on Mac’s forearm. He trails his fingers down Mac’s skin from elbow to wrist, watching goosebumps crop up in the wake of his touch. He’s not above using Mac’s obvious crush on him to try to score a discount. But then Mac looks at him, and he’s got all this wretched hope in his eyes, and Dennis pulls back like Mac’s burned him. 

Manipulating Mac might be easy, but it’s rarely worth it. The problem isn’t when Mac looks at him like that, the problem is when reciprocal heat blooms in Dennis’s chest and stains his cheeks. 

Dennis clears his throat tightly. “Can I pick up an eighth at seven?”

Mac nods and offers Dennis a half-moon of a smile. “Sure. Should I come to yours?”

“Nah,” Dennis says, shaking his head. He knows better than to suggest meeting at Mac’s, too. “How about we meet back here. Bleachers?”

They smoke under the bleachers often during lunch, or free periods, or if they’re ditching class, so it’s not an unusual spot for them. Charlie usually joins, huffing glue from a paper bag or hunting for worms. And once Dennis is nice and high enough, Mac will produce a skinned, sliced apple, a granola bar, or some other thing he can coax Dennis into eating without thinking too hard about. 

“Sounds good, dude,” Mac says, and then Charlie sweeps Mac back up into some asinine discussion, and Dennis is free to spiral in on himself. He thinks about the girl he’s seeing tonight: the hummingbird tone of her voice, the red, painted bud of her mouth, the swell of her breasts under her blouse. He walks meticulously through every step of the evening as he has planned it, beginning with picking the girl up at her home and ending with sealing the deal. He tries to convince himself that he’ll be satisfied, that the gnawing hunger inside him might be sated after having her. 

Dennis is well-practiced in lying to himself. 

He drops a hand to lay on his thigh, the one lined up beside Mac’s. Moving as slowly as he can, Dennis inches his hand closer and closer to Mac’s thigh, until eventually his pinky rests parallel to the seam running down Mac’s pant leg. 

Mac’s thigh is warm and firm under Dennis’s touch. Something in Dennis's head goes quiet, and something in his heart grows loud. 

Dennis studiously ignores Mac stealing glances at where Dennis touches him and holding himself as still as possible, like Dennis is a horse he’s afraid of spooking. 

They finish their meal in that manner, until the school bell rings and they’re forced to separate— Dennis heads to his AP classes, Mac to his remedial ones, and Charlie to hole up in the janitor's office, huffing chemicals and killing brain cells he can’t afford to lose. 

In class, Dennis’s attention span abandons him. He stops paying attention to his instructor in favor of digging his fingernails into his kneecaps and trying not to think about Mac. He isn’t particularly successful. His brain keeps supplying gratuitous close-ups of Mac’s features: his downturned, wide brown eyes; the straight line of his nose; the freckle on his cheek that constantly pisses Dennis off (it’s not quite in line with the corner of his mouth or the base of his nose, hovering somewhere in-between, unacceptable).

Put it in a box, Dennis, he tells himself. Label it Do Not Enter. Never enter. Easy as that.

The problem is, his brain is piling up with boxes, all stuffed to the bursting with Mac, with thoughts he shouldn’t have, feelings he shouldn’t experience. His control frays like an old rope. 

Do Not Enter, he pleads with himself. But even he knows it’s too little, too late for that.  

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[neptunes-corners]

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[thaisibir]

SEES members react to getting anesthesia: headcanons from a real anesthetist

(Go here for post on Phantom Thieves react to getting anesthesia)

Makoto: the guy who secretly smokes weed, chews through roc every 15 minutes, needs over 1.5 MAC maintenance sevo. (Laymans terms translation: smokes weed so he burns through a ton of muscle paralytic agent (rocuronium) and anesthetic gas (sevoflurane) needed to keep him relaxed and deeply asleep)

Yukari: had her hair and nails done the day before surgery, wakes up from anesthesia asking if she said anything dumb and apologizing if she did. (Complimenting patients on their nice nails is part of my small talk to attempt calming nerves when they're rolled into the OR)

Junpei: would try to fight anesthesia and count past 10 seconds, tries to cheat by counting fast (he loses anyway) (It's so amusing when patients try to challenge anesthesia. Some put up a good fight, but in the end, anesthesia always wins.)

Mitsuru: takes 300 mg of propofol on anesthetic induction, scares the shit out of OR staff when she still reaches for the airway device as the anesthetist tries to insert it. (Redheads tend to need more anesthetic than average. For context, the induction/knock-you-out dose for propofol is about 2 mg/kg. For frail old people, I halve that dose. Most people don't need more than a single 20 ml syringe/200 mg of propofol. I push 200 mg for big tall football/basketball guys. I've seen redheads take at least 2, even 3 syringes. Mitsuru would be a tough one to knock out.)

Akihiko: the extremely athletic ASA 1 guy with baseline bradycardia bordering on need for anticholinergics. Will most definitely wake up swinging fists and knocking out teeth and trying to jump out of the bed if he didn't get enough sedative on board beforehand. (Healthy athletic young patients (HAY patients, I call them) tend to wake up violently and delirious from anesthetic gas. To mitigate this, there's a sedative called precedex that helps smooth out emergence from anesthesia. Good to give for little kids, teenage girls, and big strong-looking guys. As soon as I see I'll be getting an Akihiko/HAY type patient for an upcoming case, I already know to draw up and dilute precedex to have at the ready.)

Fuuka: actually a very pleasant and compliant patient, but has family history of malignant hyperthermia and allergies to practically everything, apologizes for all the trouble. (Malignant hyperthermia is a very rare, but very deadly anesthetic complication if not treated promptly. Many anesthesia providers go through their entire careers without ever seeing MH, but we're trained to know what to do if it ever happens. Anesthetic gases and a muscle paralytic agent called succinylcholine are MH triggers. The anesthesia machine must be completely removed of the gas canisters and flushed through with high flow oxygen for an hour or so, to really make sure none of that stuff is exposed to an MH patient. I like the idea of Fuuka turning out to be a patient requiring an extensive anesthetic plan when she totally wouldn't mean to)

Ken: the rare kid who's cool with getting an IV in preop. (Pediatric patients typically do not get an IV placed before being rolled back to the OR, as most kids are terrified of needles. Induction of anesthesia in the OR must instead be achieved by delivering high flow anesthetic gas through a mask. Once the kid is unconscious from the gas, then an IV can be placed to give medications throughout a case intravenously. Amada seems like the type to be fine with getting an IV placed when he's awake because that's what adults have to do.)

Aigis: is a robot, physically can't process anesthesia. (Probably goes without saying)

Koromaru: Mitsuru or Akihiko, as the oldest members of SEES, act as guardians to sign anesthesia consent forms. Holds out his front leg and rolls over to offer his chest so staff can put on the blood pressure cuff and EKG stickers. Adored by the vet and vet techs for being so smart and adorable.

Shinjiro: the guy you think would smoke weed and drink a lot but actually has a history of post-operative nausea and vomiting (PONV) and prolonged emergence from general anesthesia. (Somehow I like the idea of Shinjiro turning out to be a delicate flower when it comes to anesthetic requirements)

[pearlcrumbs]

It's 80 degrees outside so I'm back on the HOTD 80s Summer Camp Slasher Au. SO have some HCs

-I'm an Aegon mullet truther sorry. He doesn't even have the cute kind its the gross kind

-Jace and his short shorts <3 He's also one of the only lifeguards (His swimming trunks are just as short)

-Cregan has been going to this camp almost his whole life (He's also a boy scout)

-Rhaena is a big John Hughes fan (I imagine her style being directly inspired by Molly Ringwald in Pretty in Pink)

-Baela drives a really cool car. Don't ask me make and model but its red and it's top goes down so

-Luke is the gullible target for any of Aegon's pranks (But he also recruits him to prank Aemond)

-Aemond is the first one they suspect as the killer (Until he gets killed for not believing there's a killer at all)

-Cregan and Helaena always lead campfire songs (If you don't think they would be besties youre wrong)

-Alys is the best at first aid (like more advanced shit than the basics)

-Jace and his first boy crushes being Josh Brolin in The Goonies and also Patrick Swayze in anything tbh. Probably Roadhouse though

-Helaena x Fleetwood Mac & ABBA

-I think Luke's favorite movies are Back to The Future, Better off Dead & Weird Science (Cant explain this one)

-Helaena & Alys steal Aegon's weed and smoke/make out by the lake at night

-Aegon in general reminds me of Girls on Film by Duran Duran & Paradise by The Dashboard Lights by Meatloaf

-Aemond is a big heavy metal rock fan (If he didn't have his straight hair he'd have like the long rocker cut where its all messy and choppy but good looking)

I know Jace/Cregan/Baela would get into more trouble sneaking out to see each other than anyone else

-Baela and Cregan often get into competitive bouts of strength (Jace sits there absolutely ogling them both. Also Cregan definitely like lifts kids up on his arms and both Baela and Jace want to carry his kids so bad)

-Rhaena and Helaena are really good at flower crowns

Thats all I got rn. Do however feel extremely free to tell me your own!

[kpopthots]

What 127 brings to thanksgiving.

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Doyoung wanted to host thanksgiving at his house this year, begging his friends to come over for about a week straight. When they finally came that night, they’ve all brought something.. special!

Johnny: Uncooked raw cold hotdogs w/ no bread.

-Johnny genuinely thought Doyoung had a grill, thinking they were gonna have a Thanksgiving barbecue like he did back in Chicago. So, they got left with raw packs of hot dogs that he put in the microwave to cook. Doyoung just watched in absolute horror while Taeyong watched in excitement, ready for those unseasoned, half-raw hot dogs. Also, Johnny didn’t bring the hot dog bread because Doyoung told him he already had bread..meaning regular, white bread.

Taeyong: Dry unseasoned turkey.

-Taeyong can’t eat anything with too much seasoning or just..any seasoning at all (proof) and everyone knew it. So only god knows why Doyoung allowed Taeyong to make the main food of thanksgiving. Everyone was excited for dinner as soon as everything was set up and made when Taeyong revealed his bland, slightly overcooked turkey which came with no juice or gravy. Apparently to Doyoung, it looked like people preferred a dry, ugly, white turkey over his genuinely delicious desserts that took him about 3 hours to make.

Yuta: Edibles and baby oil.

-He got excited when he saw a 25% Thanksgiving discount on edibles from TikTok shop, immediately buying it with his credit card he stole from Taeyong. (He maybe laced it but you won’t know till you try.) So, he brought the edibles to the Thanksgiving party with him for the members to try but keeping most of them away for only him and Jaehyun. The baby oil was only because when Doyoung was begging for everyone to come, he convinced Yuta that he bailed Diddy out of jail and held a freak off, setting Yuta and Mark up to have a oiled up Diddy off.

Doyoung: Home made desserts.

-Doyoung was the host so he genuinely wanted to try this time, wanting to make the members Thanksgiving perfect which was definitely wishful thinking. He really had high hopes, thinking that everyone was going to do their part..except for the fact that they didn’t but he didn’t know that. Going all out to make his famous (nobody ever eats it except jungwoo) apple and pumpkin pie and cookies.

Jaehyun: 1 fork and 1 glass cup but it was for him.

-Jaehyun didn’t know what to bring so he texted a very vague “Do I bring the utensils?” To which got a very obvious “Yes,” and Jaehyun who usually doesn’t wear his glasses thought the text read, “Bring your own,” so Jaehyun ultimately brought his own utensils and nobody else’s.

Jungwoo: Frozen dino nuggets, smiley fries, and that damn, frozen key lime pie.

-Jungwoo was absolutely ecstatic when he got the text that Doyoung was hosting a Thanksgiving party with all the members. He immediately ran to his nearest Western Beef supermarket and went to the frozen section, buying the frozen Dino nuggets, smiley fries and key lime pie. When he got there, Doyoung just shrugged and smiled, knowing he was the only who tried along with him. Taeyong practically flipped out when he saw the key lime pie and Jaehyun, as Jaehyun does, literally just leaves the whole party after Jungwoo enters the room.

Mark: Half-eaten burnt Mac n cheese.

-Marks only excuse for the half-eaten Mac n cheese was that he got hungry on the way, he got the munchies. He smoked before he got there because the rest would smoke all his weed before. Mark thought he was tripping when Yuta asked him about the oiled up freak off, offering mark to use the used baby oil.

Haechan: Karaoke machine, alcohol, and vapes.

-Haechan can’t go 2 minutes without singing so he brought the karaoke machine and by the end of the night, he was the only one singing, everyone was gone and Doyoung went to sleep already. Alcohol but specifically coquito, he made himself because he didn’t trust nobody else to make it. (He also got caught selling it illegally outside.) Haechan also brought his strawberry cloud dust, sprinkled with a little bit of cotton candy juice which is his favorite vape flavor he blackens his lungs with. He kept it for himself and offered it no one, Doyoung also threatened to kick him out after Haechan peer pressured him to take a hit.

Most of the things were uncooked.. because they didn’t realize they had to cook the things at home because they hadn’t done this before and that Doyoung already had everything prepared. By the end of it let’s just say it was stressful for Doyoung. The house was trashed, Yuta left a snail trail of baby oil from Doyoung clean floors to his car that he crashed parked around the corner, and Taeyong was passed out drunk on his couch. It was more than safe to say Doyoung was never hosting again.

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Happy thanksgiving!!

[esstrellaa123]

First time writing on here 😣😣 (cw: cussing, mentions of sex, smokes weed) pls tell me if I need to add anything

Ch.1 Georgia 🇬🇪

Gori, Georgia. Dew dripped softly as clouds loom over the hangar. Humidity at an all-time high as Ghost stepped off the plane. The cool, crisp, January air bit through the small stitches of his mask. A plain black balaclava. Breathe in Riley, deep breath out. He tells himself silently, taking in his surroundings as he always did so well.

“Cmon.” Price barks at the team as they make their way into what will inevitably be their base for a few months. “Ever been to Georgia Lt.?” Soap asks, trailing behind the larger man. “Yeah, Johnny. Yeah.” He says almost… sadly? Hardly. More like distastefully. That seemed more like Ghost.

It was a lie, however. He’d never been to Georgia for deployments. Not this one at least anyway, not that he’d ever want to end back up in the United States. Let alone Georgia. The humid, hot summers, southern accents and good food, real food- stop. He tells himself, a subtle shake of his head as if it’ll shake away those feelings. Those memories. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. Those thoughts were locked away for a reason.

His face hardens again as they continue walking to base. It was big, bigger than their base back in the UK. Their base was at most modest, and goddamn it if this one wasn’t nice. Walls were cleaner, floors looked mopped, even the people here seemed less… well, rough- angry.

No warm welcome was made, not that the 141 needed it. They were here to assist, and after that shitshow with Graves, they were on high alert, didn’t want people to be over friendly, setting off alarm bells they ignored with Graves. God his accent reminded him so much of-

“You all there?” Gaz asks, snapping him out of his head. A place he was so often locked up in.

“Yeah sergeant. Separation.” Ghost instructs. Gaz takes a step back with a wary look. But Ghost knew that look. Simon knew that look. It was the mask over pity. He hated being pitied. He said nothing of the look, deciding to walk past Gaz, ignoring him. He just wanted a bed, somewhere to sleep. He’d take the floor if it meant some peace and quiet.

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The sweltering heat makes you wipe your forehead. “God damn Georgia heat.” You mutter to yourself, continuing to harvest the eggs from your family’s chickens.

“Maggie! Come on now, I need your help in the kitchen!”, your mother shouts from the screen door. “The chickens ain’t jus’ gonna harvest their own eggs!”, you shout back, picking up the last two. Jogging back, you go to the bathroom, washing your hands to help your mom.

Sure, you were grown but helpin’ your mother ain’t never killed anyone. You were only here for so many days, before having to go back to college. Studying to be a biologist wasn’t an easy task, and if anything, you should be studying right now instead of getting eggs from a bunch of angry chickens.

“When’s daddy comin’ back?” You ask your mother as you start to help make supper, using some of the eggs for a potato salad. A nice brisket to go along with it, mac n cheese, and collard greens. “Oh, honey bunches-” “Mom..” “Sorry sweet pea. Force of habit.”

No one, not even your dad called you ‘honey bunches’. Just your mom. You loved her, but that nickname was so 5 year old you. “You know how his hours are. He should be home by 6.” Your mom finally answers. “Alright.”, you mutter, wanting to see your dad for more than just a few hours while you had some time off.

You mix up your ingredients, some noodles, then cheese, then noodles, and lastly some more cheese. The oven is already preheated as you put your mac n cheese in the oven. Your mom has the collard greens cooking as the sun continues to beat down on everything uncovered. The kitchen’s aroma starts to fill the space, the smell almost heavenly. You concentrate quietly, almost lost in your thoughts before your mom speaks again.

“Huh- what?”, you question, and she repeats. “You bringing that Simon fellow over for supper again?” You don’t respond for a moment. “No ma.”, your voice terse, almost taught as you reply. “Well, why not? He seemed… nice enough.” She responds, looking over at you with a sorry expression. Before you could respond, quell the hurt in your stomach, breathe correctly, the doorbell rang. Saved by the bell, you think to yourself as you disappear into the foyer to open the door. You let out a breath of relief, or... disappointment, you can’t decide before they speak.

“‘ey lightnin’ bug. Didn’t know you’d be here.” Your father greets with a big hug (and smile), your feet lifting you off the ground. Quelling that hole in your stomach, you breathe him in. He smells of oak sap, wood and leather. Rough hands squeeze at your back. “Hey daddy. Momma’s cookin’.” You say once he puts you down. A few of his work friends followed in as well. Oh, that’s why momma was cookin’ so much.

Friendly greetings leave their lips as they enter, a few head pats and ruffles are placed upon your head as if you were still that little girl they adored so much. You reply back warmly as they start to fix their plates.

Supper starts and so do the questions. ‘How’s it like livin’ that college life? Married yet? I got some weeds in my yard; think you could take a look at em? Becoming a boy scout with all that time you’re spendin’ in the woods. The one you dread comes up oh so quickly as you get into the ‘college life,’ dorm living and the like.

“Where’s that big hunk you bring ‘round hm? Thinkin’ I could go shootin’ with ‘im, see what the military taught the boy. Tell ya, I love that boy like my own.” Your father says fondly with a smile to his work buddies. Looking over at you as he eats a forkful of mac n cheese. “Honey-”, your mother tries, remembering your reaction last time he was brought up. “It’s okay ma.”, you say, a hand on hers.

You go quiet and so does the rest of the table. “Well, we kinda broke up.” You answer, not looking at him, eating some more. “I’ll kill ‘im.” Your father states blankly, and you knew he would. “Nah dad. It was… mutual.” You lie. “He’s always off on deployment, and I’ve gotta study. Don’t have time for each other.” Half the truth. They didn't need to know about his plethora of problems, or yours. Your mom looks apologetic but says nothing.

One of your dad’s mates, Kevin, clears his throat. “Best damn brisket I’ve had in a while Mrs. Wright, you’ve gotta give m’ wife the recipe.” Your mom smiles again, “well, since you asked so nicely…” she starts up and the conversation does too, your love life (or lack thereof) now out the picture.

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You settle down for bed after a much-needed shower. Thoughts of him flood your head, swirling like sweet nightmares as they always do. Fucking Simon Riley. Well, you used to, but that’s beside the point don’t you know? >:(

You turn over, huffing quietly. Sometimes, you wished you smoked or got high at the very least. …. Welllll…… if your mother is still your mother, you’re pretty sure she grows some green in the back. Thinking of your safety, you go look for someone to show you how to do it right. Abandoning your safety, you go out back alone, looking like a thief in the night as you follow that sickly smell.

You’re not sure how, but you’ve managed to roll up, lit it and took a puff. A minute of coughing later, you take another puff. “Fuck, this shit is strong.” You mutter to yourself, starting to get the hang of it.

You sit and stew in your thoughts, enjoying the shapes and colors your red-rimmed eyes make up. Crying about what a shitty boyfriend he was, then laughing at how dumb you looked. Teary eyed, high as a kite, and sitting on the back porch of your country home as you thought about your ex.

You stopped smoking, pulling yourself together before raiding the kitchen and falling asleep haphazardly on the couch.

Neither of your parents woke you up, figuring you deserved it after all your studying and keeping up with everything you told them about, and everything you didn’t tell them about. Breakfast was a warm welcome. The fresh food was paired together: local bacon, lettuce, and tomatoes. A hot BLT was served, and you devoured it, sharing a laugh with your parents as they looked at you like they raised a wolf.

Ghost wasn’t so lucky as he had to smack away sticky hands belonging to his sergeants. “Fuck off my plate MacTavish.” He growls, smacking the hands away before taking a bite. This is why I eat in my room now.. He thinks to himself annoyed.

Lunch was soon finished, and they headed out for training.

Left, right. Left jab, right jab. Left, left, right. The same mundane thinking was one of the few things that drove him mad as much as it grounded him. “Left Johnny. Keep throwin’ the same punch, ‘m gonna keep blockin’ the same and we’re never gonna get anywhere.” He says to him, throwing another punch as they sparred. Soon Kyle joined, essentially attempting to jump him. ….

“Jumpin’ is fuckin’ dirty, you muppets.” He says as he pins both of them, a knee on Gaz’s back and his hands pinning the other sergeant. He lets up after a moment, critiquing their moves before going again. They do better, but it was Ghost for fucks sake. 1v1’s and then one more jumping session.

A few sips of water here, a few quips and jabs there, heavy heaving as well. The team settled down, lounging on the couch.

“This Georgia weather is alright.” Gaz says his chest bare besides a tight wife-beater, matching with MacTavish. Ghost, the ever-brooding lieutenant, wearing a black one. “Hell, yeah it is.” Soap conforms, wiping a little sweat from his forehead as the fan whirs, letting the cool air flow throughout the room.

Kyle and Soap were essentially cuddled to their lieutenant, resting their head on either shoulder. Ghost was too tired to fight it, leaning back himself, his legs spread wide as he listened to the fan. Fuck. The weather here was nice.

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Ch. 2: Months and Months ⏳

[ash5monster01]

Headcanon’s Masterlist

DPS Boys

My texts pt. 1

My texts pt. 2

Disney Princes

Fav 80s Movies

Fav 80s Movies pt. 2

Weed

Growing up on Campus pt. 1

Favorite Musicals

College

The Muppets

Helping you study

Asking you out

Childhood Obsession

MacGyver

Mac as your boyfriend

More to come….

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Felt like making an MLP next gen lol (something something, inner child or whatever)

[[Link to the base i used]]

SHIPS AND LORE UNDER THE CUT!!!

Characters from left to right

Daisy bell - fluttershy x tree hugger

....yeah, i know that you were probably expecting a different ship considering neither fluttershy OR tree hugger have curly hair. I gave daisy curly hair because tree hugger's design makes it look like she has wicks or some other black hairstyle and that leads me to believe she may be black. Anyway...daisy's special talent is grooming animals and i imagine she probably smokes weed in her spare time

Hailey - applejack x rainbow dash

In all honesty, i'm not really too invested in shipping in the MLP fandom though considering how it's implied RD and AJ got married in the series finale i decided to keep that with my next gen because i feel it makes sense. I chose the name "hailey" for this character for a multitude of reasons: 1. That's the name i chose for ALL my rainbow dash next gen kids ever since i was twelve, 2. It's a pun on "hail" as in the weather condition and 3. "Hailey" just SOUNDS like it could be a farm girl name. Basically hailey's thing is that she earned her cutie mark after getting bit by a vampire fruit bat as a child and therefore has a pair of bat wings. Personality-wise she's pretty much your typical "manic pixie dream girl" type (ramona flowers from scott pilgrim immediantly comes to mind, i've never read those books and i'm just going off of what i've heard)

Pastel dream - twilight sparkle x flash sentry

I admit this is a bit of a generic choice but tbh this was one of the first ships i EVER had so i feel it deserves a place in my next gen. Basically twilight and flash got married though their marriage didn't last very long and they got divorced a few years after pastel was born and twilight eventually got with big mac, pastel was very fucking angsty about having a new stepdad and only really calmed down after her little sister lavender was born. She's emo and also believes in aliens, her special talent is interpreting dreams (also, yes i know she doesn't really look THAT much like her parents. I'm just kinda tired of people ALWAYS making their flashlight fankids straight up just twilight but orange and i wanted to do something different)

Lavender web - twilight sparkle x big mac

Yeah i only really put this ship here because of the semi-infamous fanfic "the spiderses" and her personality is no different, this lass just LOVES her some spiders.

Rosemary - rarity x braeburn

This was actually the very first MLP ship i ever got into! At the time, i hadn't watched the episode braeburn was in and didn't know he was basically male applejack. 8-year-old me just saw him in the gameloft app and thought "wow that's one handsome horse! I must ship him with rarity because she's my favorite character!" So i put the ship into my next gen because of how much sentimental value i have for it. Anyways....i imagine rose to be somewhat of a "southern belle" type, her special talent is writing romance fiction and she's got the flirty nature to match! She's slightly inspired by blanche from the golden girls, i do admit.

Chocomint ice - pinkie pie x minty

To be honest....i only really added this ship in because of how often they're shipped in G3. I don't really have much to say about her other than she's based on the song "aoi-chan is going to eat chocomint no matter what" (bit of a mouthful of a song title but y'know...it's a japanese song so it's probably much shorter in the original language lol) also her bangs are modeled after the titular aoi-chan in the song's music video

I don't know if i'm going to do anything with this AU, but if i do: i'll probably include celestia x mirror!sombra and luna x discord

[everythingyouwilllistento]

Balloonerism by Mac Miller (2025) Review

this month, i listened to every mac album over again in preparation for this release. ive never heard the leaked version (thankfully) so going into this blind is really helping the world building and dreamlike soundscape that is "Balloonerism": an unreleased album that was made between the recordings of "Faces" in 2014 and "GO:OD AM" in 2015.

"Faces" sounded like hallucinations mac had while on trips of his worst and introspective thoughts of his depression and "Circles", his previous posthumous record, sounded as if mac was finally at peace and closed a book of a person who was troubled, struggled, and finally met his oasis at the end of the tunnel. if this album sounds like anything, it likens to a combination of both but a dream plucked and explored for the fun, the beauty, and the horrors.

the first two tracks really lavish the psychedelic and wide world mac presents before painting himself in on "Do You Have A Destination?" leaving on notes of overgrown subway trains with connected radios asking the listener where they expect this album to continue.

"5 Dollar Pony Rides" is so fun. sounds like a proto-"What's the Use?" but sillier and uplifting. thundercat is truly treasured on any track he's on with mac.

the next few tracks just add to the groove and paint-like visions of stories from mr miller and these might be some of the most creative lines he's put on paper. every line feels like it has years worth of backstory, threads, and emotion. the family depiction on "Friendly Hallucinations", friends and the mind he's lost during his fame on "Mrs. Deborah Downer", the personal lines and physical knocking on "Stoned", its insanely vivid.

the highlight on here obviously has to be "Funny Papers". beside the saddening connection with mac himself, its beautiful. a very bittersweet and softer rocker about the deaths (tragedy) and births (miracles) in news before taking time to reflect on himself. "Ain't an innovator, just a motherfuckin' illustrator". i think on this one, he painted a perfect picture and really made me cry again to art.

one track that brings the experience down is "Transformations", a track that features mac's alter-ego "delusional thomas" and while the beat is fitting, the persona i can't recommend. the voice modulation and constant shifting were never going to age the best and there's not a lot of value from the lyrics themselves.

while "Excelsior" is a fun little 2 & 1/2 minutes of child retrospection, and "Manakins" is fine, the last two tracks "Rick's Piano" & "Tomorrow Will Never Know" really over-shine them during the last leg of the album. the former is a wonderful 5 minutes of dreamy and fun mac before we send the world of "Balloonerism" to it's end. the ladder is probably the biggest song mac has in his entire catalogue. 12 entire minutes dedicated to mac exploring his depression and the finale. the end of life, the end of childhood, and the end of problems. it ends on a phone ringing and never being picked up with children playing in the background. an insanely haunting and sad finish.

"Balloonerism" is probably the last full project we will ever get from mac miller and his estate. and i can live with that. its the last dream from him to finally get an official release and one to end on a different, more interesting note.

we miss you mac miller, and we hope your journey to heaven has led to peace, love, and all the weed you'll ever need.

97/110

FAVS: Do You Have A Destination?, 5 Dollar Pony Rides, Funny Papers, Rick's Piano

WORST: Transformations

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Fic Update: Pennsylvania Under Me

HI! HAPPY SEASON 8 RENEWAL DAY!

To celebrate, here's chapter four, the penultimate chapter :)

Summary:

Buck is determined to have one good day in Pennsylvania before they drive home.

Snippet:

Somewhere on the drive back to Hershey, on their fourth, uninterrupted Fleetwood Mac song, they pull onto a quiet country road that Eddie doesn’t remember driving on earlier. 

“What’s this?” Chris asks, looking out the window the cracked pavement and shallow ditches, overgrown with weeds and wildflowers. 

“ This is the road where I learned how to drive,” Buck says. “Figured I’d take the small detour, for old time’s sake.”

Something snakes inside Eddie’s stomach at the thought. To be honest? Learning to drive is not an experience with which Eddie has a positive association. The first time he drove anything, it had been his father’s truck, right into the side of the garage, intending to drive his mother, in labor, to the emergency room. He’d been eight. After that - after the severity of the punishment that followed, despite the terror of it all being punishment enough - Eddie never really lived down the mistake. When it was time, finally, for his dad to teach him to drive as a teenager, the experience had been marked by impatience, humiliation, door handle clutching, and shouting. It had honestly taken Eddie years after that not to jolt any time something remotely surprising happened while he was behind the wheel. 

“Did your father teach you?” Chris asks Buck. 

“Mm, no,” Buck says. “My parents paid for a driving instructor, but never did it themselves.”

“So the driving instructor took you here ?” Chris asks.

“Nope,” Buck says. “She just let me drive around Hershey. No, my buddy on the football team, he was a couple years older, had his license. He did it. Took me out here one weekend, before my proper lessons started, because I was kinda jittery about the whole thing. He had his mom’s old minivan. Was super nice about it. Good guy.”

Something about that makes Eddie feel more sad than maybe it should.

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100+ songs that remind me of kiribaku/bakushima: the ship between eijiro kirishima + katsuki bakugo from my hero academia (anime)

best friend - rex orange county

sunflower - rex orange county

just a friend - jordi

pluto projector - rex orange county

i love you so - the walters

falling for ya - from the "teen beach movie" - grace phipps

line without a hook - ricky montgomery

mr. loverman - ricky montgomery

the only exception - paramore

devil town - cavetown

falling for u - peachy! & mxmtoon

best friend - laufey

let me down slowly - alec benjamin

anxiety - blackbear & FRND

training wheels - melanie martinez

like or like like - miniature tigers

would you be so kind - dodie

i like me better - lauv

nothing - bruno major

paper rings - taylor swift

puppy princess - hot freaks

i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks

let's fall in love for the night - FINNEAS

every summertime - NIKI

cloud 9 - beach bunny

wish you were gay - billie eilish

wish you were sober - conan gray

the king - conan gray

sports - beach bunny

say you won't let go - james arthur

fight or flight - conan gray

are you bored yet? - wallows & clairo

heather - conan gray

cruel summer - taylor swift

comfort crowd - conan gray

lemon boy - cavetown

apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

can i call you tonight? - dayglow

this is home - cavetown

everybody talks - neon trees

someone to you - BANNERS

i love you - billie eilish

this side of paradise - coyote theory

mystery of love - sufjan stevens

always forever - cults

silence - marshmello & khalid

safe & sound (taylor's version) - taylor swift, joy williams & john paul white

safe and sound - capital cities

sweet tooth - cavetown

astronomy - conan gray

me and my husband - mitski

my love mine all mine - mitski

as the world caves in - sarah cothran

strawberries & cigarettes - troye sivan

pierre - ryn weaver

eyes closed - ed sheeran

perfect - ed sheeran

photograph - ed sheeran

can't help falling in love - elvis presley

talk to me - cavetown

we fell in love in october - girl in red

hey there delilah - plain white t's

crush culture - conan gray

for him. - troye sivan & allday

make you mine - PUBLIC

loving is easy - rex orange county & benny sings

i hear a symphony - cody fry

daylight - taylor swift

wildest dreams (taylor's version) - taylor swift

juliet - cavetown

this is what falling in love feels like - JVKE

this is what heartbreak feels like - JVKE

what was i made for? - from "barbie" - billie eilish

reflections - the neighbourhood

oh no! - MARINA

cabo - ricky montgomery

partners in crime - set it off & ash costello

it took me by surprise - maria mena

seventeen - MARINA

this december - ricky montgomery

never ever getting rid of me - waitress original broadway cast

guys dont like me - it boys!

deja vu - olivia rodrigo

drivers license - olivia rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - olivia rodrigo

bad idea right? - olivia rodrigo

teenage dream - olivia rodrigo

meant to be yours - ryan mccartan, barrett wilbert weed & michelle duffy

verbatim - mother mother

lovers rock - TV girl

lover - taylor swift

freaks - surf curse

electric love - BØRNS

sure thing - miguel

ribs - lorde

sofia - clairo

boys will be bugs - cavetown

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

people watching - conan gray

as the world caves in - matt maltese

two birds - regina spektor

i can't handle change - roar

cardigan - taylor swift

pretty boy - the neighbourhood

cigarette daydreams - cage the elephant

history hates lovers - oublaire

numb little bug - em beihold

where's my love - SYML

dark red - steve lacy

heart to heart - mac demarco

chamber of reflection - mac demarco

for the first time - mac demarco

my kind of woman - mac demarco

kids - current joys

christmas kids - roar

10 things i hate about you - leah kate

boyfriend - dove cameron

my blood - twenty one pilots

my blood - ellie goulding

drumming song - florence + the machine

you belong with me (taylor's version) - taylor swift

sparks fly (taylor's version) - taylor swift

enchanted (taylor's version) - taylor swift

i knew you were trouble (taylor's version) - taylor swift

all too well (10 minute version - taylor's version) - taylor swift

don't blame me - taylor swift

gorgeous - taylor swift

bags - clairo

open arms - SZA & travis scott

all i wanted - paramore

the great war - taylor swift

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

afterglow - taylor swift

you get me so high - the neighbourhood

runaway runaway - lullaby layla & keevin

the night we met - lord huron

watercolor eyes - from "euphoria" - lana del rey

late night talking - harry styles

shameless - camila cabello

those eyes - new west

here with me - d4vd

golden hour - JVKE

what a time - julia michaels & niall horan

we belong together - ritchie valens

can't take my eyes off you - frankie valli

i like you (a happier song) - post malone & doja cat

sweater weather - the neighbourhood

K. - cigarettes after sex

out of my league - fitz and the tantrums

until i found you - stephen sanchez & em beihold

loverboy - a-wall

set fire to the rain - adele

mrs magic - strawberry guy

je te laisserai des mots - patrick watson

rises the moon - liana flores

last dance - scratch massive & maud geffray

crush - cigarettes after sex

trust fund baby - why don't we

hooked - why don't we

jenny (i wanna ruin our friendship) - studio killers

not another song about love - hollywood ending

the red means i love you - madds buckley

i won't say (i'm in love) - disney cast from "hercules"

first love/late spring - mitski

love grows (where my rosemary goes) - edison lighthouse

stereo hearts - gym class heroes & adam levine

did i mention - cast from "descendants"

bad romance - lady gaga

sunsetz - cigarettes after sex

still into you - paramore

i kissed a boy - jupither

bang bang (new version) - K'NAAN & adam levine

dress - taylor swift

midnight rain - taylor swift

baby i'm yours - arctic monkeys

falling - chase atlantic

say yes to heaven - lana del rey

cry - cigarettes after sex

sweet - cigarettes after sex

my type - saint motel

they don't know about us - one direction

something just like this - the chainsmokers & coldplay

no one compares to you - jack & jack

yellow hearts - ant saunders

if we have each other - alec benjamin

hey stupid, i love you - JP saxe

if i saw him, i'd still kiss him - mccafferty

i love you like an alcoholic - the taxpayers

i am falling for you - loving caliber

dream boy - waterparks

disaster - conan gray

@ my worst - blackbear

golden - harry styles

start a riot - BANNERS

i love you - woodkid

maniac - conan gray

there is more in the spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/08jACx5UDxnojbTv4I5NR0

if you have any other recommendations for songs please let me know and they will go straight into the playlist. also, please don't be disrespectful and this is a reminder that these are my opinions, i hope that you enjoy the playlist!! ❤️🧡💋

[jimothysomebody]

I'm getting ready for my very crippled thanksgiving extravaganza.

Tldr, had a magical ambulance ride the other night to the ER, a CT scan of my spine revealed my lumbar region is all fucked up, bulging discs, a bone spur, spinal stenosis, some calcification, but it's causing severe sciatica in my lower back and right leg, and even some weird numbness in my toes sometimes. Nerve damage isn't a fun time, lol.

So, ya boi's being kept "stable" through the power of modern medicine, bedrest, and a wee bit of weed for a little extra pain relief (which I desperately need lol).

As I've done every year since my father died, I'm cooking & hosting the thanksgiving meal for my mom & aunt (and any stragglers who may happen to drop by), everything except the pumpkin pies & cheesecakes my mom is bringing, and the green bean casserole & sweet potato something or other her sister is bringing. Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, dressing, mac 'n cheese, while I can barely walk, sit and stand for very long courtesy of the collapsing Jenga tower that is my lower back. But I got this.

One of my sisters was worried and extended a very kind invitation to her place so I could relax while she feeds my mother, aunt, boyfriend and myself, which I'd have accepted if 1 my 23lb thawed turkey wouldn't be apt to go to waste, and 2 if I wasn't absolutely sure that I was capable of pulling this off smart & safe. Her invitation still stands, and if worse comes to worse I'll take her up on her offer. It'd be nice to see my sister and the kids, it's been so long.

I got this.

1:30am, 11-28-2024