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me high as fuck trying to not psychoanalyze my family during dinner
🪐 — EDWARD TEACH for izzy !
izzy is at his side not a moment too late, just before his knees buckle under the strain of keeping him upright. i’ve got you. edward believes him on instinct, knowing his first mate would never let him fall, however smaller his frame might appear. they have sparred too many times for edward not to know how deceptively strong those arms are. there’s a joke at the tip of his tongue, a silly one about being in good hands — good hands, izzy. got it? — but his brain is still woozy and the only thing that comes out of his mouth is a sigh when he is finally seated. eyes slip closed as his breathing slowly evens out and the sharp pain coursing through his knee becomes a throbbing ache that doesn’t really go away.
❛ nah, leave it. it just decided to be a bitch today — pipe sounds real good, though. ❜ no, of course opium doesn’t fix the problem, but hell if it doesn’t sweeten the bite, making his head light and his limbs heavy. it’s exactly what he needs. ❛ remember that day, izzy? not that one. ❜ he’s pretty sure there is no need to summon the awful sound of heavy wood and metal against bone. the bastards laughing as he screamed. oh, he got lost there for a second, thoughts gone exactly where he didn’t want them to. ❛ the— y'know, when you got me back here and the doc said it would’ve been easier to just cut from knee down. tell you what, i still don’t regret telling him to fuck off. ❜
WHATEVER HE NEEDS; it is not a pledge that izzy takes lightly. so while he himself holds no affinity for mind-altering substances, preferring to stay sharp at all times, never would he deign to tell edward not to indulge himself, especially if it soothed his pains. it is not his place to question the captain. so he hurries to collect his pipe from the place it had fallen on the table the night before & knock the ash out before refilling it with sticky sweet-smelling leaf from the jar that was almost always kept somewhere nearby. izzy is pushing down on the bowl with his thumb to ensure it’s packed tightly enough to smoke evenly when edward bids him remember. & of course he does — he will never forget. they had been so young then, but izzy had already been willing to desert for edward, to die for edward. from the moment he’d first seen the other man, beaten bloody & in chains but still snarling & seething & so beautiful it had hurt his eyes, izzy belonged to him completely. it seemed a lifetime ago. they had both been different men then. but he still remembered with sharp clarity how calmly the order to break his spirit had come, & how edward had screamed when his knee had been crushed. but he also remembered how it had felt when edward had asked izzy to come with him — the two of them alone in a rowboat stealing away into the inky darkness was the closest thing to freedom he’d ever had. but not that one edward had said. & izzy is pulled directly into another memory by his next words. a smile comes to his lips at it, painful as it had been. he can almost see edward snarling at the doctor holding the bone saw, a feral kind of ferocity in his eyes. he had been beautiful, then, too. ❝ ‘course i remember. you also told him exactly where he could put his knives, if i recall correctly. ❞ & the way his captain is talking now, like he would do it all again in spite of the pain, izzy knows the man he had followed into the darkness that night is still alive somewhere inside of him. ❝ you’re braver than most — more than half the men up there would’ve let him just take the leg. ❞ satisfied with his work, izzy crosses the room to hand his filled pipe to him, gloved fingers brushing against edward’s as he passes it over. & he kneels, pretending to examine the brace again, while truly letting his eyes list up to linger over his captain’s face. the thick beard that covers the planes of his jaw is going silver, & a pattern of creases is beginning to fan out from the edges of his eyes. & he’s beautiful, still. neither aches nor age could ever change that. ❝ that’s why you’re our captain. ❞
🪐 — @hargrovetm sent a hc meme : HC + brian !
● brian walker does not remember his mother at all. he was seized from her by cps & put into foster care when he was only one year old, & as such, he has literally no memories of her. he also knows nothing about her, with no one around him while he was growing up who knew her personally that he could ask. although there are a lot of hard things in his life, the hardest part for brian will always be the not knowing how to find her, or what her situation was, or even the barest details of why she could not raise him herself. ● brian is... gross. & i don’t mean this in a hygiene way, i mean it in a “dirtbag boy” kind of way. as a foster kid who was shuffled around several homes in his youth, brian learned early on that saying the most shocking possible thing will lend him attention. & even negative attention is preferable to none. so as he grows, the habit sticks, & brian develops the tendency to loudly interject vulgar or crude comments into casual conversations where they do not belong. it’s not that he has poor social skills — he knows it makes people angry & uncomfortable. that’s the point of it. he really just wants to cause a reaction. ● brian gets four tattoos by the time he’s 18. he has a barbed wire around his right bicep (terribly cliche), a red herring fish on left pectoral, a headless skeleton holding a beer bottle on the back of his right shoulder, & a cluster of stars on his right hipbone. they don’t mean anything — though it could be argued that the red herring over his heart is subconsciously symbolic of the fact that for brian, if he appears to show real genuine vulnerability, you should be very concerned that it’s a distraction from the truth, because brian doesn’t show his real feelings to anyone. ● brian has an addictive personality & a genetic predisposition toward substance abuse. he has his first drink at age 13 : a pint of vodka which he stole from an older kid’s backpack at the foster home he was in at the time. in his teenage years he mostly drinks, with only occasional experimentation with drugs. but as he gets older — & in especially verses where the band he plays in actually becomes successful — brian experiments with uppers, & opiates. he doesn’t like weed; it’s not strong enough for him. ● the only person in the world who can tell brian what to do & he will listen to them is his best & only real friend, giovanni di carlo. & the only reason gio gets away with it is because gio was the only one who was there for him when brian ran away from his foster home & was living on the streets. for this reason, when gio is around, brian is much more tolerable because he knows gio prefers to be respectful, & gio’s opinion is one of the only ones that actually matters to him.
House of Cards by sugamins
House of Cards
Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.
"You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated."
THIS is a classic, but I figured I’d rec it just to be sure you’ve read this if its something youre comfortable with. PLEASE read the tags i didnt tag every thing. It’s amazing if its the type of thing you’re into reading.
౨ৎ. Kinito Master(re)post!
Y'know, since I've moved my art blog here instead of reblogging everything from the other blog I'll just repost this one only cuz I'm sillay, the other spin off doodles and old art can be found on @autumn-applepie, which is now my spam blog
With that said! Kinito content!! Again!! Wooo!!
Sadly have to use these goofy aa dividers instead of the pretty ones due to the image limit </3 Will look better on phone
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౨ৎ. New Life AU
Starting off with the main AU!
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౨ৎ. Daycare AU
Co-owned by my friend @omuricebreakfast !! I love this AU sm
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౨ৎ. Literally just two stoners!
Me and @omuricebreakfast, yet again being menaces, this time shipping our knockoff Kinito plushies (Amazonito on the left, Temunito on the right) and made them into gay stoners
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౨ৎ. If you appreciate my art, consider commissioning me!
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Happy 4/20!
I drew fan art of my friend's oc because I love her sm (featuring Starscream zooted out of his mind)
I based this off of a series of pieces by radishezrom (go check em out!!) don’t do drugs kids
I’ve been drawing a lot recently and I hope to keep drawing more!
She seemed intoxicated, only rather by exhaustion, than by whatever laced the cigarettes she'd rolled up that morning. One was just about to go out between her fingers. I took it from her, inhaled it back to life before tossing it onto the ground. It was weed, at least a third of it, tho the filters she used mellowed the taste. She looked at the bud somewhat saddened. 'Seventeen', she said, drawing a little x in the air with her finger. That was way too many, but she'd been cutting back admirably for weeks, and today was a rough day. I sighed. I swear, I thought, as who knows how many times before, if one more beloved soul leaves this wretched earth before mine, I'll cease. I looked at her then. Knowing I could never intentionally leave her behind, I sighed again, took a seat & lit me one of hers. Enough time to be responsible tomorrow..
I did shrooms yesterday, had a dogshit time so uh here's a few sketches I tried to do the first one abt 2-3 hours into the trip and the last was from this morning as I was drawing my position the entire time
I did it alone, in a dark room after already having a hard day so ofc I was going to spiral into a lonely depression lmao
happy 4/20 palindrome day. nurse doob hitting the doobie
High Dumbledore
Right so I’m 110% convinced that Dumbledore was just high as a kite throughout the entire series. Like after Grindlewald and the first rise of Voldemort he decides he's had enough of being serious. He’s got enough money that it won't matter if he gets fired, and he’s got enough of a reputation that he thinks he can get away with it. So he just decides to live his life very high and manipulating other people to do various things to entertain him.
Most people don’t even notice, and think he’s just an eccentric genius. The people who do become suspicious drop it because they have never seen him smoke or take any other drug. But, he’s actually laced his lemon drops with his drug of preference (nothing to hardcore). He manages to avoid suspicion by offering them to absolutely everyone, completely secure in the knowledge no one else would ever accept one.
(Also imagine one day some 6th or 7th year student actually accepts on and Dumbledore just let’s him/her take it and they go on a wild trip in Dumbledore’s office. They have learned his secret. Now Dumbledore winks at them whenever he publicly eats a lemon drop, and this poor student is left with the truth and the knowledge that no one would ever believe them.)