I have literally never seen a more entitled fandom than the dream smp fandom like everyone and their mother is bitching about no one doing lore on the 16th like first of all its their wish on when to stream and when to do lore and second of all, people did lore!!! You just don't give a fuck about those ccs lmao
Started my first year of college Aug 25 in a city after leaving a small, small town and it was great, ended terribly when I got out of class with my best friend and found out her mom had to do chemotherapy
Had a great day today, first Friday night of college spent studying and getting stuff done and Techno uploaded...
...this is real life and I need to stop disassociating
wait dream team watching porn on christmas in not a joke? asjerlaejrlakewjr like have they said that, or is that a random tweet? cause i thought it was random but now i'm watching mefs' vod and chat is saying they actually said that HELP
no that wasn't a joke, they said it on the Trainwreck podcast on New Year's Day it did actually happen.
You were parked on the back road for the usual late night smoke session with Sapnap. He was already a few hits in before he picked you up. You had a stressful day at work being a waiter/waitress and were ready to blow off some steam. He understood and offered to pick you for you both to vibe out with music.Â
Time passed after sharing the dab pen back and forth only a few times. Despite how much you smoke, your tolerance was still lower than what youâd expect. Sapnap hummed along to a song he knew from the playlist you put on the bluetooth. It was dark as it could be at midnight and the only light was from the dash. The blue lights were lighting up Sapnapâs face.
From many nightly sessions, you guys found out how cuddly you both got when youâd get high. It wasnât unusual for you guys to cuddle. Youâve been dating for a few months now. You shrunk down and curled up to his side while propping yourself up on the middle arm rest that separated you two. Sapnap was already reclined a little for his comfort, but you could still lean on him. The song changed and once it came through the speakers, your mind began to flood with thoughts. The song was an Arctic Monkeysâ song. The only ones you listened to were the ones you add to a certain type of playlist.Â
You couldnât help but think about Sapnap. Gentle, yet strong. You looked up at him and he stopped humming. His face looked relaxed but silenced. His eyes closed as if he was imaging something. With your head foggy with smoke as you stretched up and kissed him. He seemed surprised, but didnât move. He broke apart from you and lazily opened his eyes.Â
âI like this song,â he mumbled. He had a slight smirk on his face. Despite being high, you were thinking the same thing. Without any worries, you held yourself up and climbed over to straddle his lap. He smirked in admiration while looking up at you. His hands were placed on your thighs to hold you before you laid against him. One of his hands slowly made its way from your thigh all the way up to the back of your neck. His glossy eyes stared up at you as you laid on top of him.Â
âYou call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours,â he quietly sang in a low tone. He brought you down to him as he kissed a path from your lips to your jaw and then focused on your neck. His hand that held your neck went to the back of your head as Sapnap gently grabbed a fistful of hair as he left dark marks on your neck. A content hum escaped your throat. You reached up and entangled your hands in his hair right back. After a while, though it felt like seconds, he pulled away from your neck. You let out a sigh as you sat up. Sapnap laid back and admired your frame. His hand came up and cupped your cheek. Your eyes locked with his and you couldnât even remember what made you so stressed at work.