High As Kites

Sex and weed that's all we need. Yes indeed. Yes Indeed. (Indie rp. mun is of age and so nsfw is likely. will rp with anyone)

[blamestyles]

[woodlvnds]

[mfmuu]

[archiveirebelledxforthis-deacti]

[fxckingstoners]

I am beyond lazy and I only have one reply on here like let's make it ten already pls and thanks

[alabasterfrost]

SEND ME A ♦ IF YOU WISH TO ROLEPLAY WITH ME.

[hyqf-blog]

[an--aspsbite-deactivated2013122]

psa: just saying, you are allowed to send me messages even if we haven’t interacted.

[skywalhker]

This is a PSA to ANY of my followers.

TAG ME IN STUFF.

YOU’RE NOT ANNOYING ME.

SEEING STUFF IN MY TAG.

MAKES MY DAY.

LIKE SERIOUSLY.

YOU THOUGHT OF ME. 

YOU INCLUDED ME IN YOUR POST.

YOU WANTED ME TO SEE SOMETHING.

BLESS YOUR SWEET SOUL.

BLESS.

YOUR.

SOUL.

[fxckingstoners]

[anotherlostwish]

[fxckingstoners]

As if I wasn't already in a bad mood already

great

i'm gone for the rest of the day

[shotthroughthedark]

                       {+} — “I’m on my break, and break time means me time. Which doesn’t include you.” She paused. “Unless you have cigarettes. Then break time can include you.”

[fxckingstoners]

     "I always have cigarettes on me," And thus he'll pull out the box and wave it at her as he sort of proof. She's a pretty girl and he wants to talk to her so her bumming a few cigarettes off of him really is no big deal.

[wxstedyears-deactivated20140219]

;; fxckingstoners

[wxstedyears-deactivated20140219]

Now this, this was so out of character for Grace. She had drank more in the past two days then she had in her whole life time. But that hardly mattered at the moment. Her hand was still knocking when the door swung open. The boy appeared before her, her hand stopping. “Tony!” The girl rushed forwards, throwing her arms around the boys neck. “Don’t,” Hiccup. ”Worry about me, I’m perfectly fine.” No you’re not, you’re drunk. Very drunk. "I just wanted to see you." Hiccup. ”Are you going to invite me in or what?”

[fxckingstoners]

"Uhm, Miss Grace," Tony says carefully as he hugs her back gently, nearly picking her up from the intensity in which she had hugged him. "Have you been drinking?" He can smell it on her breath but he'll ask anyways, turning so that she's inside of the house and closes the door. "Is something wrong? Seriously? What's going on?" 

[fxckingstoners]

Look After You {thosexpetrovas}

[thosexpetrovas]

"That’s good that you were raised like that," Whitney said with a smile. "I think most mothers need to raise their sons like your mother did you. They need to learn respect and boundaries, and maybe if they were taught that from an early age, they’d understand it. If I ever have a son someday, he’s going to learn very early on how to treat women."

Whitney smiled again, nodding softly. “I’m fairly certain she’d be very proud for what you did tonight. There were no punches thrown, and you managed to get those pigs to leave me alone. I’ll bet she’s smiling up in Heaven right now.” She nodded again as he spoke. “It’s good you kinda keep them in line, though. You might be saving a few broken hearts by doing that.”

Whitney blushed as he called her stunning, and she smiled shyly. “Well, thank you. You’re pretty handsome, if i must say. I mean…most men around here just aren’t that great when it comes to looks, but you have it all. You’re nice looking and sweet to boot. You’re pretty much the perfect guy.”

"I always tell them that, too," Whitney said. "But I don’t think they care, and it makes me sad. Me, I’m not the kind of girl to sleep with just anyone. I have to be in a relationship with them, and i have to know that they love and respect me enough. I’m not an easy girl at all, by any means." She nodded again. "I totally agree with you one-hundred percent."

[fxckingstoners]

"My mother was a really good woman," Tony says quietly and then his heart kind of twists at the woman's words. The thought of his mother looking down on him and smiling proudly made him miss her terribly. He needed her more than ever now to help guide him through these nightmares because even though she was no therapist -- she understood him better than anybody else.

"I hope so," He finally says and bites his lip, wiping his cheek on his shirt to hide that he was on the verge of crying. He had to show strength. It was just the way it was. He never cried -- or at least tried his hardest when he could, but when you were forced to kill a child because they were going to kill you if you didn't? Well, that would make any grown man cry. The world was terrible and yet so full of promise all at once.

"I have to. I'm the responsible one of the group, or well the most responsible. Not all of them are stupid or anything and I love the guys like brothers," He says with a nod. Then she's complimenting him and he can't help but smile just a touch. "I think I did pretty good. Kept all my legs and arms and my face is alright. I'm pretty darn handsome for a discharged solider," He laughs then though it is true. There are plenty who come out disfigured. He got lucky, though he did have a bunch of scars to prove his service.

"Ah. Not perfect, actually. One night with me generally brings that whole idea of perfect straight out of anyone's mind. It's why I haven't slept in a proper good 2 or 3 weeks. I have nightmares. Night terrors is what my doctor calls it," He says with a shrug, "So cross out Mister Perfect and make it Mister Almost There," He says with a sad smile because before going to the army he probably was that Mister Perfect.

"Well at least you respect yourself," He says with a soft sigh, hands running through dark curls before his eyes catch sight of his brother, jumping around like he's on a pogo stick before he's suddenly passing out. "Oh shit." He mumbles, "That's my brother. I'll be right back," And then he's rushing off to attend to his passed out brother before anyone else can bother him or hurt him anymore.

"I think it's time to take you home," He says with a sigh as he carries the male in his arms effortlessly and walks back over to the bar to her. "Would it be too much to ask for your number? My phone is in my pocket if you wanted to just put it in there or a napkin or something? I just-- I dunno," His cheeks are flush as he looks at her with bright eyes, Jinx in his arms as the boy kind of drooled on his arm.

[fxckingstoners]

{Open for Art}

[dxscendants]

"C’mon, I have a lot of cereal.. and bread." Derek said with a little chuckle as he gently let go of her hand and instead wrapped it around her shoulder. If her and her roommate didn’t eat, what else couldn’t they do? His mind started to wonder a bit until he saw the sign for the restaurant and smiled a bit more. "You’re not, trust me. I just want to help you out… You’re a great girl and you deserve it."

He opened the door for her and felt his smile widen a bit more at the smell of all of the food. “After this you won’t be hungry for a long time. The food here’s great. I’m glad it’s close to home for me so I can stop by whenever I want.” As he lead her to his usual spot, he chuckled a bit more and caught her eyes again. “You can’t just not eat… so my door’s always open.” He said as he gently pulled out her seat for her and gave her a grin.  

[fxckingstoners]

"Really, I would feel bad for mooching off of you. We'll apply for food stamps or something," She says with a casual shrug as he wraps his arm around her frame. He was so nice and perfect and gosh, she didn't deserve his attention. She really didn't. "I'm really  not a great girl," She says but she isn't going to explain why, of course. It's kind of selfish of her -- keeping him in the dark so he can think she's a good person, but ex-strippers aren't good people and though she never did hard drugs -- she did smoke every so often. He'd be revolted by it -- she bet.

"It smells so good in here," She says with a groan, hand falling over her stomach, because now it's reacting and growling like crazy. She laughs lightly when he pulls out her seat for her and sits down. "Thank you. I don't know how I'll ever repay you for this,"

[dxllpartsarchive]

He listened to her before having to have one question. “So, how’d you manage to get into stripping? With anxiety disorder and not being a very sexual being, it doesn’t seem like it would be something you would strive for.” At least, that was what he understood. From how he saw strippers for the most part, they were girls with bad backgrounds and fake breasts. He thought most strippers had this natural confidence but could he be wrong? Honestly, he never actually met any strippers before Art, at least not to his knowledge. 

[fxckingstoners]

"Believe it or not, it helped with my anxiety. It made me feel better about myself, more confident. Of course, it took a bit of time for me to get to that point. I had to smoke weed to stop my anxiety attacks when they happened. My boss was willing to work with me and that was something no other job had done for me. It was my friend, Madison's suggestion. She's a prostitute so..."