#stoned chick

[cosmicstoner]

Hope you have an amazing day whoever sees this ✨🍃☁️

[ornithorynquerouge]

Lara Stone featured in Lara by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott. 2010

[shelovesplants]

Two wrongs don't make a right, but bong rips got me feelin alright 💨🩷

[toztedtori]

Hehehe hi 🤭

[poison-uwu]

Pain management is key <3

[the-barbgurl]

Stones…

[cosmicstoner]

Petrol Station ⛽️ I am in love with this strain

[ornithorynquerouge]

Sexy Lara Stone, piercing

[sleepyysweetheart]

It just doesn't feel like Christmas to me 😕

[shelovesplants]

Weed horny, is a different type of horny 💨✨️

[bitter69uk]

Born on this day: decadent and charismatic German-Italian actress, model, scene-maker, style icon, “Lady Rolling Stone” and ultimate rock chick Anita Pallenberg (6 April 1942 – 13 June 2017). Pallenberg was an alluring occasional presence in art-y bohemian nightlife in early 1990s London. I recall her DJ’ing at the Horse Hospital once, and coming face to face with her when I opened the bathroom door (“I always need to pee!” she cackled). But before that, buried in the listings of Time Out magazine (in the pre-internet days when it was a dense essential bible that we all relied on), I read about a screening of Pallenberg’s old home movies in East London. It announced she would be present, possibly hosting or emceeing. The venue was a palatial industrial loft in Shoreditch (possibly someone’s apartment), just before gentrification went full tilt boogie there. I sat alone in the back and overheard people conferring that a vintage Cadillac had been dispatched to collect Anita. She arrived late and alone - and sat next to me! Pallenberg – looking just like she did in that 1995 Calvin Klein ad by Steven Meisel with that other ravaged countercultural survivor Joe Dallesandro – radiated elegantly ruined glamour. I never got to meet Nico, but this was a very respectable equivalent. We made small talk. As Pallenberg’s friend Marianne Faithfull describes in her autobiography, “She spoke in a baffling dada hipsterese. An outlandish Italo-German-Cockney slang that mangled her syntax into surreal fragments.” Pallenberg glugged red wine and chain-smoked throughout (there’s a theory she was one of the inspirations for Patsy Stone in Absolutely Fabulous). She also kept up a running commentary on what was happening onscreen (mostly images of herself – clad in Ossie Clark and vintage finery – and Keith Richards in the late sixties cavorting on their jet-set travels). At one point, things turned intimate – a seemingly post-coital Anita and Keef canoodling in bed together. The camera zoomed in on her naked breast. “That’s my neeeple,” she declared in her gravelly Marlene Dietrich voice. I can’t wait to see the upcoming documentary Catching Fire: The Story of Anita Pallenberg. Portrait of Pallenberg by Michael Cooper, 1967.

[chubbie-bunnie-96]

This filter has made me realize that not having brown eyes is my biggest curse 🙄 I was born for this life and I was jipped.

[celestiall0tus]

Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 31 - Captain Hardrock

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            Alix leaned back in her desk chair as she worked on her assignments. She glanced up at the time, mindful of it for when she needed to head to Jagged Stone’s concert tonight. She sighed and took deep breaths when her phone rang. She picked it up to a video call with Rose and Juleka. Both Rose and Juleka were decked out in Jagged Stone merch.

            “Well, this is a surprise. Heading to the concert tonight?” Alix asked.

            “Yup. We called to see if we all wanted to go together?” Rose asked.

            “We?” Alix echoed.

            “Yeah. Didn’t you get a ticket too?”

            “Uh, no.”

            “What? But you looked relieved when you and Adrien took your stockings. I thought for sure you got one.”

            “Yeah, sorry, but I didn’t.”

            “Oh! I’m so sorry. I should have asked instead of assuming. I-!” Rose started.

            “Rose, it’s all good. I don’t mind. Besides, it’s probably best that I don’t go. A Christmas party is one thing. A stadium full of smelly strangers is another.”

            “Hey, check out Luka,” Juleka interrupted.

            Alix tilted her head as Juleka turned the camera around to him. The tips of his hair were dyed a teal-ish blue and messed up akin to Jagged Stone’s hair. His usual black hoodie replaced with a blue zip-up with a jean jacket over it.

            Alix whistled. “Looking good, Luka.”

            Luka’s eyes widened as he blushed.

            “Make sure to get lots of pictures.”

            “Oh, you bet. There’s no way we aren’t. It’s a Jagged Stone concert after-,” Juleka started.

            Juleka and Luka’s mom, Anarka stormed into view. “What is this mutiny I hear? A Jagged Stone concert? None of my crew shall pay that wretch a visit. Do we have an accord, mates?”

            “Fuck! Run, Luka!” Juleka yelled.

            Alix raised a brow while Juleka’s screen blacked out and she heard muffled yells and breathing.

            “I hope they didn’t forget their tickets,” Alix remarked.

            “Oh, they’re good. Juleka knew something like this would happen, so they had me hold onto the tickets.”

            “So, what is the deal? Why does their mom not want them to see Jagged Stone’s concert? I thought she was the ‘do whatever you want’ type of mom.”

            “I’m not sure. As long as I’ve known, Anarka hates Jagged Stone with a fiery passion. I just don’t know why. You should have seen this one time when a Jagged Stone song came on the radio and Anarka threw the boombox into the Seine.”

            Alix grimaced. She pulled up her messages and warned Adrien of a potential Akuma that may come from Anarka if they see Juleka and Luka at the concert.

            “Well, I think you need to come to the rescue there, Rose, so I’ll let you go.”

            “Ok. I’ll be sure to get lots of pictures. Oh! And a souvenir. What size do you wear?”

            “You’re asking me that like we’re not the same size?”

            “Well, you are, uh, muscle-y? Uh, you know. You’re built, not like me.”

            “Right. See about an oversized shirt if you must. I’d rather have it to sleep in.”

            “You got it! Talk to after the concert.”

            Alix hung up and smiled. “Alright, Tikki, Ziggy, we have a concert to attend. Tikki, spots on.”

            Tikki disappeared into the earrings and transformed Alix into Bloody Bug. Bloody Bug headed out to the concert. She met up with Chat Noir, Gallic Chick, Porcelet, and Carapace atop the stadium.

            “What’s up, dudes? Who’s ready to rock n’ rule?” Carapace asked.

            “You three head down. We likely have an Akuma coming here shortly,” Bloody Bug instructed.

            “Then shouldn’t we all wait?” Porcelet asked.

            “Nah. I don’t expect this to take long. Besides, we don’t want to rise suspicion.”

            “How about this then. You go down and I’ll stay up here with Porcelet?” Chat Noir offered.

            “Are you sure?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “Yeah. I know the fans are just dying to see me, but they want to see their Bug more. Besides, I can handle this with Porcelet.”

            Porcelet gasped and beamed. “Really?”

            “Of course. We’re just as-.”

            Chat Noir was just off by cannon fire that hit the stadium. Screams erupted from the civilians in line. They looked out on the horizon as a flying ship approached with Anarka dressed up like a pirate captain. Bloody Bug snorted and took out her yo-yo.

            “Looks like she’s here sooner than expected. How about we start the pre-show here?”

            Bloody Bug and Chat Noir leapt from the stadium to the ship’s deck, followed by Carapace, Gallic Chick, and Porcelet.

            “Seize them!” Captain Hardrock commanded.

            Chains shot out to capture the heroes but were deflected as Carapace put a shield around them.

            Captain Hardrock laughed. “You aren’t going anywhere now, heroes. Trapped by your own doings.”

            “That’s where you’re utterly wrong. Allow me, Bloody Bug,” Gallic Chick said.

            Gallic Chick used Sublimation and used the power of chaos to create a field around herself. Captain Hardrock ordered the ship to seize them, but the chains that entered the field froze midair.

            “Woah! How did you think of this one?” Chat Noir asked.

            “Porcelet showed me some crazy villain that could use chaos to do things like this. Seemed useful enough,” Gallic Chick answered.

            “What are we waiting for? Take the ship! Throw the captain overboard!” Bloody Bug yelled.

            Carapace dismissed his shield as they followed Gallic Chick up to the helm. Bloody Bug used her Lucky Charm to create a pirate cutlass as she took on Captain Hardrock with Chat Noir. They dueled the captain while Porcelet, Gallic Chick, and Carapace destroyed parts of the ship in search of the Akuma. Gallic Chick destroyed the compass and released the Akuma. Bloody Bug glanced over, then kicked Captain Hardrock into the ship.

            “Cat, take the captain overboard! This ship’s about to go down.”

            Chat Noir grabbed Captain Hardrock and jumped off the ship. Gallic Chick, Porcelet, and Carapace followed suit. Bloody Bug caught the Akuma before she jumped. She purified and released the Akuma before she used her Miraculous power, relocating Liberty back to the Seine. They landed outside the main entrance of the stadium. Everyone cheered for them while Bloody Bug and Chat Noir spoke with Anarka.

            “What happened? How did I get here?” Anarka asked.

            “You were akumatized. Probably the most fun we’ve had with an Akuma yet,” Bloody Bug commented.

            “Why were you akumatized?” Chat Noir asked.

            “Because my sweet little scallywags ran off to see that horrible Jagged Stone’s concert. And they know we’re not to speak or think about him under my roof.”

            “But why? What do you have against Jagged Stone?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “It’s… it’s a long tale, lass. But I cannot let Jagged see them. I cannot let them near him. Please, you have to get them out.”

            “Tell ya what, captain. Give us the names and what they looked like, and we’ll keep them busy. After all, it’s not just Jagged Stone they’d be meeting tonight, but all their heroes,” Bloody Bug offered.

            Anarka grumbled, then sighed. “Alright, lass. Their names be Luka and Juleka Couffaine. Juleka will look like me with her sweet round face, raven black hair with dyed purple tips, and with her grandmother’s piercing amber eyes. Luka… Luka won’t look like Juleka or me. His face is more angular, serene blue eyes, and raven black hair with blue dyed tips.”

            “Got it. We’ll find them and keep them from Jagged. You have my word, captain.”

            “Thank you, lass.”

            Bloody Bug nodded and headed off. She, Gallic Chick, and Carapace disappeared to recharge their kwamis while Chat Noir and Porcelet headed inside. Bloody Bug, Gallic Chick, and Carapace regrouped and slipped in backstage, meeting up with Jagged Stone, Chat Noir, and Procelet.

            “There she is! Bloody Bug! Welcome to the concert of the century by yours truly. You ready to rock n’ roll?” Jagged Stone asked.

            “Ready as I can be. Let’s rock Paris to its core.”

            Jagged Stone whooped and hollered as everyone got into position. Bloody Bug looked out at the crowd from the rafters with the others. She looked down at the VIP section, recognizing Rose, Juleka, Luka, Alya, Lila, and Marinette. She tilted her head seeing Alya standing away from Marinette. She wondered if what happened at the Louvre had caused a rift between them.

            Bloody Bug was pulled from her thoughts as the concert began. She jumped down with her team as the first song started. The crowd roared with cheers and praises as their heroes took the stage. Chat Noir smiled and nudged her, motioning to the audience. She smiled as she threw her yo-yo onto the rafters and swung around the concert. She high fived the concert goers, did aerial tricks, and landed in the crowd randomly.

            Bloody Bug soaked in the praise and admiration from everyone. She enjoyed the rush and pure, unfiltered joy it filled her with. She took to the air again when a shadow backstage caught her eye. She pulled herself to the ceiling and stared at it. She struggled to focus on it when glowing, fuchsia dots lined the blue shadow. She tilted her head as a fan unfurled with the same fuchsia dots along it, staring back at her like a million eyes. She closed her eyes and shook her head, then opened them again, but the shadow and the fuchsia eyes were gone.

            “Bug. What’s wrong?” Chat Noir yelled.

            Bloody Bug glanced over to see Chat Noir beside her with his claws dug into the ceiling. She hummed as she glanced back at where the shadow once stood. She looked around to find an explanation, but nothing could explain away what she saw.

            “Bug?” Chat Noir asked.

            “I saw something. I don’t know what it was, but it felt… unsettling. Like it was watching me.”

            “What do I look out for?”

            “Look for shadows moving. If you see any hint of blue or fuchsia, get me immediately and we’ll pursue it together.”

            Chat Noir nodded and fell back to the crowd. Bloody Bug took a breath before she joined him. They continued the theatrics for the rest of the concert while they kept an eye out for the mysterious shadow. The shadow didn’t make a reappearance even as the concert came to a close. Bloody Bug furrowed her brows in though when Chat Noir nudged her.

            “You ok?”

            “No. I saw something, and that something never showed back up.”

            “What are you thinking?”

            “Step lightly moving forward. Who or whatever that was meant for that encounter. That, I’m sure.”

            “Will do. For now, we have a meet and greet to attend to.”

            Bloody Bug sighed and followed Chat Noir backstage where Jagged Stone, their team, and the VIP ticket winners waited for them. She took a deep breath and forced a smile as she was separated from her team. She was pushed onto a seat next to Jagged Stone as people swarmed them.

            “Bloody Bug! I’m Alya Cesaire. I was hoping now you would answer some questions for the Ladyblog.”

            “Uh, sure?”

            Alya beamed. “Tell me, had you and Chat Noir met prior to your first meeting with Stoneheart?”

            “Uh, no. Not at all.”

            “What about the others? Gallic Chick? Porcelet? Carapace?”

            “Sorta? I knew of them. I guess.”

            “And what made you put together a team?”

            “It was a decision made by Chat Noir and I. We were just two people, and we can’t be everywhere all at once. It made sense to put together a team of people we trust.”

            “Was this idea pushed further along with incidents like, I don’t know, when Volpina and Heart’s Design kidnapped Adrien Agreste?”

            Bloody Bug stiffened. She glanced around the room. First at Marinette, who flinched and retreated to the back. Second to Lila, who tensed up and stared at Bloody Bug with wide eyes. Lastly to Chat Noir, whose attention turned fully to her and Alya.

            “It was one of many instances.”

            “And, if I may be so bold, what happened exactly that day? Why did the villains steal Adrien Agreste? Did they do anything to him?”

            Bloody Bug narrowed her eyes. “Something happened, yes. However, I will not share private information like that if it is within my power. If you want information like that, you’ll need to convince the victim to share the accounts of what happened. And with that, this charade ends.”

            “No need for it to continue. I have everything I need,” Alya said as she shot a glare at Marinette.

            “Well, that’s weird. Anyway, who’s next?” Jagged Stone asked.

            A few concert goers approached Jagged Stone while Rose, Luka, and Juleka approached Bloody Bug. Rose squealed and tackled Bloody Bug.

            “It’s so good to see you again, Bloody Bug! And under better circumstances too!”

            Bloody Bug grimaced and patted Rose’s head. “Yes, very, but off. I’m not the hugging type. You want that, go tackle Porcelet or Cat. Maybe if you’re lucky, you can get the cat to purr.”

            Rose’s eyes widened. “Chat Noir can purr? Seriously?”

            “Go find out.”

            Rose gasped and tackled Chat Noir. Juleka flinched and rushed after Rose. Bloody Bug snickered as Luka stepped up.

            “Uh, Bloody Bug? Do you… do you remember me?”

            “Your face is familiar. Would you be that kid that was Silencer? Luka?”

            Luka ducked his head down, took a breath, then raised it high and nodded.

            “I thought that was you. You did something different with your hair since then, haven’t you?”

            “Oh, yeah. Just today, actually. It was Jules idea. I don’t know if I’ll keep it yet.”

            “I hope you do. It looks good on you. Suits you both.”

            Luka blushed as he ruffled his hair. “Oh! Uh, thanks. And, well, thank you for everything else.”

            “What everything else?”

            “It’s… a little embarrassing, but you’ve inspired me. After that whole incident and that talk, I’ve done my best to be more like you.”

            “Like me?”

            “Yeah! You’re so strong and fierce, but even you have your own demons to fight. Despite them, you still hold your head high and live to the fullest. At least, from what we’ve all seen. It’s very… inspiring. You’re inspiring.”

            Bloody Bug smiled and messed up Luka’s hair. “Just be the best you that you can be and don’t forget to live for the here and now. If we get stuck in the past, we can’t live for the here and we certainly can’t see our future.”

            “I’ll keep doing my best.”

            “Good. Now go sit with your sister and the cat.”

            “What? But I was hoping to speak with Jagged.”

            “Yeah, well, your mother was akumatized because you two came here. And I made a promise that you two wouldn’t meet with Jagged to keep the peace.”

            “But-!” Luka started.

            “Ah, let them have this. I can handle any woman,” Jagged Stone boasted.

            Bloody Bug rolled her eyes. “Sure, you can, but I’m not about to have Anarka-.”

            Jagged Stone squeaked, jumped out of his seat, and cowered. “Anarka? She’s here? In Paris?”

            “Uh, yeah? She’s our mom,” Juleka commented.

            “Hold up. You and the boy here, your mother is Anarka? Anarka Couffaine?”

            Juleka nodded.

            Jagged Stone pursed his lips. He looked up as he counted on his fingers and went over different thoughts in his head.

            “You ok, Jagged?” Porcelet asked.

            “Huh? Oh, yeah. Uh, girl, I have one last question for you.”

            “I’m waiting.”

            “Would you and that boy’s birthday be roughly, what was it now, early March? Where you’ll be fifteen, yeah?”

            “Uh, yeah. How’d you-?”

            “Marvelous. Alright, back to the groupies!”

            Bloody Bug raised a brow as Jagged Stone returned to the other fans. She looked away as she remembered Anarka’s hatred for Jagged Stone, Jagged Stone knowing Luka and Juleka birthdays and age, and, looking at the two of them and from what Anarka said, seeing an eerie resemblance between Luka and Jagged. Her eyes widened as everything clicked.

            “Oh. That makes so much sense,” Bloody Bug muttered.

            “Bloody Bug?” Lila said.

            Bloody Bug broke from her thoughts and looked at Lila. “Yes?”

            “You wouldn’t mind if I get some pictures with my best friend, would you?”

            Bloody Bug rolled her eyes. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.”

            Lila beamed as she pulled Bloody Bug close for pictures. Bloody Bug moved through the motions until Lila kissed her cheek. Bloody Bug’s eyes widened as Lila stepped away.

            “Thank you, Bugaboo.”

            Bloody Bug furrowed her brow as unease brewed in her. Something would come of this.

            “Uh, Bloody Bug? I have a question for you,” Marinette said.

            “Alright. Out with it.”

            Marinette pulled out a folded note and handed it to Bloody Bug. Bloody Bug took and read the contents. She raised a brow as she read that Marinette wanted to talk with her, alone, in a few nights time. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose.

            “Fine.”

            Marinette gasped and hugged Bloody Bug. “Thank you.”

            Bloody Bug grimaced as she patted Marinette’s head. “Now, go.”

            Marinette nodded and moved to speak with Jagged Stone.

            Bloody Bug sighed and looked at the time. She whined seeing she had another hour of the meet and greet. She shut off her brain and moved on autopilot through the rest of the night. She said her good-byes once they were finished and headed home. She de-transformed and collapsed onto her bed.

            “I don’t ever want to do something like that again,” Alix groaned.

            “Well, hopefully you won’t have to,” Tikki reassured.

            “Fingers crossed, but I have to ask. Did you see what I did? That shadow?”

            Tikki nodded.

            “What was that?”

            “I’m not sure, but I have a feeling it might have been the peacock.”

            Alix gasped. “The peacock? What was it doing there? What did it want? Who has it?”

            Tikki shrugged. “It went missing with the butterfly brooch, so we don’t know. I know Master has been looking for it. And apparently Adrien’s cousin.”

            “Well, someone has it, and they can’t be up to anything good to be lurking in shadows.”

            “I agree. You both should be careful,” Ziggy butted in.

            Alix nodded. “We will, but we’ll have to also see what their true intentions are.”

            “Oh, what do you think they are?” Ziggy asked.

            “I’m not sure, but only time will tell now.”

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