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and for eternity i'd lay in bed in my boxers, half stoned, with the pillow under my head. ----+---- philip vogel twenty-nine drug dealer + general contractor @ vogel construction and renovation

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visms​:

“Exactly.” The response was simple, yet effective enough to get her point across. Still, Victoria didn’t leave it at that. She maneuvered her body in the seat she occupied so she now faced the other. Because this was important apparently. “But you’re welcome.” She paused to reach for one off the gummies, the red one, obviously. The rest were never as good as the red. “I just saved you from a whole night of dreaming about human-cat creatures. So, you’re welcome,” Victoria repeated, just in case he hadn’t heard her the first time around. Her own attention had been momentarily compromised when her focus shifted to the gummy bears which included the red one that she popped into her mouth. 

And just like before, the brunette didn’t leave it at that. “Hey…” she reached out to stop the male from leaving, even if he hadn’t been. “What flavor do you have?” Because she had an idea. Better question, “What flavor do you want.” Her own tropical-flavored rainbow froyo remained where she left it, but what the frozen treat had left her was unsatisfied. “You wanna order one each and combine them? I want a new flavor.”  

“-- You just reminded me of the human-cat creatures, actually. So, like, nah, you cursed me again. Thanks for that.” There was this scrunched up expression to his face, mixed with this little bit of a spacey-haze. His eyes were incredibly glazed over, and dry, all in the same go. And for the love of God, don’t even get him started on the dry mouth that he was experiencing. Philip had hoped the froyo would’ve helped out, but really, it wasn’t doing a damn thing. 

What flavour did he have? -- That was a good question. Philip had been just shovelling the shit down, that really, he wasn’t even focusing on any flavour. “Uh--” His eyes darted down, and of course, it was obvious as he stared, “Cookies and cream? Yeah....--” Though his answered seemed to be irrelevant a second later, a counter offering being produced. “Uh--” His eyes darted over towards the menu, then back towards the woman questioning, “Yeah, okay-- Yeah, I’m down to do that.” It’s not like he had anything better to do with his time. Might as well spend it with some chick. She was a rocket, either way.

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mattrusso​:

His guitarist felt about the same way as Philip seemed to when it came to him being in a relationship these days, except Sebastian had been a lot blunter about it. As much as he’d always enjoyed sleeping around, though, and even in spite of the fact that he’d never not cheated on a girlfriend before, Matt liked the idea of relationships. The only problem was that he often got bored quickly, and with poor impulse control on top of touring came the inevitable infidelity every time. Still, he liked Mia–loved her even, and he had no plans of ruining what they had any time soon. “Yeah, thanks, man,” he laughed, giving a little shake of his head, “it was…unexpected. I’m crazy about her, though. Plus she can keep up with my smoking so what’s not to like?” He went about grinding up some weed and filling a blunt as Philip filled him in on his own life, which as usual consisted of new conquests. He lit it up, took the first hit and passed it over, grinning around the smoke when he blew it out. “Nice, alright, so here’s my followup question,” he gave Philip a be-honest-with-me-now look, one eyebrow raised. “Was there a carpet and if so did it match the drapes? I mean I assume it’s a no since you said it was ten outta ten but I have to ask.”

Another one bites the dust... Philip did a little mental pour-out for Matt, but hey-- if the dude was happy, the dude was happy. If anything, maybe he should have been taking some notes from this guy;? Clearly the male was trying to make an effort; that was more than Philip could ever admit to.

Easing back into the couch, he recreated his obnoxious seating position, eyeing the blunt going through the motions. As it was being extended, Philip was quick to snatch it up, securing the blunt between his lips. With a heavy few puffs, he held it in, smoke soon to curl out and up into the air, “Yeah, no-- no carpet to be seen. But hey, if it ever makes an appearance, I’ll let ya know. I’m sorta curious myself, really.” A small smirk curled onto his lips, accompanied by a huffed chuckle, “One of those age old questions, isn’t it? Here--” He muttered, extended the blunt back towards Matt, waving it around a little bit.

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emiliasmr​:

Emilia nodded as he explained the caveat that came with her bonus tree. “That’s fine, Lippie. I know you’re not gonna like… try to poison me.” This year had seen enough of that already, enough for a lifetime, really. She’d already categorically cut off all contact with frat boys, and she liked to think that Philip was not just her dealer but a friend she could trust. If not with her life then at least with supplying her some decent weed. She gave an amused hum at his still dramatic response, “I wouldn’t have forgiven you either, that totally had to be done. I wish all my pick-ups were that like, theatrical. Maybe I’m gonna be expecting this from now on.”

She put the baggie away and instead fished a jar of cookies out of her bag— a small one, but it had to count for something. “My end of the deal,” she said, tapping her fingers on the lid of it, more out of ASMR habit than anything else. “You wanna like, sit down and smoke or something? I’m not convinced you didn’t give me the old stuff so I wouldn’t smoke it with you right away,“ she said, looking at him with teasing suspicion. “Seems like something you’d do.”

“Hey now-- Don’t put any pressure on me,” Philip took a few steps forward, hip leaning itself up against his dining room table, “I’ll get, like, performance anxiety, or some shit. And no one wants that, okay--” 

At times, he could be a man of simple pleasures. And in this case, that was more than evident as he glanced at the cookie jar now being displayed. He fucking loved chocolate chip cookies. It was a full on passion, really. “-- Alright, you caught me.” The male placed a hand over his chest, nudging his head to the side, body starting to make its way further into the house. “C’mon in,” Philip was leading her towards the back of his house; he had a room that was dedicated to this exact thing. It was smaller, the couch was the comfiest thing in the world, and there was one window-- found the darkness easier on his eyes once he was too fucked to deal with anything. 

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Text II Callan & Philip

Callan: Depends how fucked up I'am tbh.

Callan: Hm, obviously can't be too bothered over business, then. I'm guessing this isn't his main income?

Callan: What else does he deal?

Philip: damn man

Philip: yeee nah it aint

Philip: i think hes in like finance or some shit idek

Philip: i get a decent amount of pills from him

Philip: he has some sort of connection on that end

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chesterbarnsley​:

location: street sidewalk in Silverlake open to: all

Whenever there was an opportunity to help, Chester stepped in, which was how he found himself selling Girl Scout cookies for his foster daughter while she headed to Bliss with her friends. It was a Saturday and he knew that she wanted to have fun. Of course, it was important to teach children responsibility, but sometimes he couldn’t help be a pushover.

‘Hey there!’ Chester smiled, stood behind two tables pushed together with rows of cookie boxes and a money box. ‘Would you like to buy some cookies? It’s for a good cause.’

Philip had just finished up meeting a potential client, they wanted to discuss some estimates and bounce ideas around before making a solid decision. Which, of course, was just fine-- a little annoying, but fine. He was making his way down the street, heading back to where he could recall parking his car. Though, his thoughts were interrupted by a booming voice, “Oh shit--” Philip’s eyes went wide, more than happy to see what was being displayed, “Girl Scout cookie season, huh?” He wasn’t going to lie, he loved those damn cookies. It was the best snack to whip out after smoking, but in itself, it was also a curse-- because those things would be gone in a matter of seconds. “You guys still carrying those double fudge ones? Those are the best fuckin’ things, man.”

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honeysuckleheart​:

🌺 •  ❝ —at laaaast , my love has come along . . . ❞ was he on pitch ? oh , not even close , but that was hardly enough to stop sulley from absolutely v i b i n g as he danced his away around the small porch at the front of his house , limbs moving languidly to the crackling melody that poured through the record player and the countless wind chimes that tinkled brightly on the breeze between each and every note . upturned lips curled around the joint balanced there for a slow , deep drag , and he exhaled the breath in a cloud of smoke and song      ❝ —an’ life is like a song— ! ❞ he paused , mid - lyric , when he discovered someone had spotted his little jam session from the sidewalk below , and though cheeks colored the same soft pink as the bubblegum petunias that bloomed in hanging baskets overhead , he hardly allowed the new - found audience to interrupt his casual swaying . instead , he simply turned his attention to the silhouette on the sidewalk and offered up a grin . ❝ what , don’t tell me y’don’t like etta — this song is a classic . d’you want somethin’ else though ? i’m gonna let this one finish if y’don’t mind , but i do take requests . ❞ @slchat​

Philip had decided to get off of his ass today, taking a pleasant neighbourly stroll. The fresh air was lovely, of course. But what was even better was the joint that was dangling from his lips, hands moving up to finally light the sucker up. 

His ears were quick to perk up, the sound of music grabbing his attention right away. As of this moment, it was faintly in the distance; the more he walked, the louder it got. That is, until he found himself in front of the source. A smirk was welcomed across the male’s features, pausing on the sidewalk to witness a bit of a performance. And then laughter struck, pulling the joint from between his lips, smoke circling out and up into the air. 

“I didn’t say a damn thing, man. Just watchin’ the show--” The smirk he had previously sported made a reappearance, though it wasn’t as grand. “You’d end up having my heart if you busted out some ABBA-- Dancin’ Queen to be specific.”

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visms​:

@slchat​ — to bliss or not to bliss. 

location: Bliss.   time: 5:03 pm. June 4th. 

With a cup of rainbow froyo in front of her and a side cup of gummy bears, Victoria absentmindedly stared at the patrons of the establishment as they walked in and out with their own frozen dessert. God, was she going to regret ruining her appetite for dinner in favor of this later on, but for now, her food choice left her content. Victoria’s film choice on the other hand was a bad one. No one should have seen the 2019 version of Cats on the amount of weed she had smoked right before. Something that Victoria had been painfully reminded as she overheard some teenage girls discuss the prospects of viewing the film that evening. So as a means of saving someone else, she opted to make the person nearest her aware of the mistake. “I wish someone had told me so I’ll tell you, don’t go see that Cats movie.” Alright, so they did look like they could have been a little friendly with the mj themselves which was the reason she decided to notify them as opposed to the mom with three kids. “The sing-along part is even worse.” 

Froyo wasn’t typically something that Philip liked to indulge himself with-- it was ice cream for pussies, in his opinion. But under the right circumstances, he thought it was one of the best things in the world. And yes-- that circumstance was when he was high, without a doubt. It almost caused the same reaction with him and eating a peanut butter cup. On the regular, it was an average snack at best, but while he was high? That shit hit different.

Philip had just been sitting there, on a stool, zoning out completely. His attention was then caught by a voice, causing some sort of twitch in the male; not having expected it. Body slowly shifted, reddened eyes glancing at the female, “Cats? -- God, no, why would I even do that? I saw the trailer, and that was enough.” 

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kathrynnallison-p​:

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The statements, along with the noises, eliciting from the redhead was more than enough to build his ego up. Philip was giving this moment his all, trying to prove that was, in fact, superior. Whether that be up against herself, or perhaps in competition with any other potential hookups-- it didn’t matter, it was all the same. The overall goal would be evident either way.

Different muscles in his body were tensing up, one hand feverishly adjusting his grip on her; the opposing hand keeping a tight grasp on her locks. The male offered up a little tug, hips still eagerly thrusting up into her own. There were some more breathy grunts that fell through gritted teeth, a faint coat of sweat covering the male. 

A curse was sharping shot out, head lulling back, eyes shut and brows furrowed. His mind was just set on one constant thought during this entire time-- not busting in a matter of moments, and the urge to do just that was growing more and more painful. He needed it, at this point.

Once he could sense her muscles tightening up against him, that was sort of the deciding faction. Feeling someone else hit their release was always enough to push anyone over the edge themselves. 

Philip’s grip on her hair got even tighter -- if that was even physically possible -- knuckles turning completely white. A final low moan ripped out from the depths of his throat, body slightly curling over from the sheer pleasure rushing through him. 

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Text II Callan & Philip

Callan: I'm gonna be honest man, it's not often a turn a good dick down.

Callan: Alright, good.

Callan: So when are you picking this shit up?

Philip: u got no standards at all tho?

Philip: like i'll take the puss i can

Philip: but i got lines that i wont cross dude

Philip: idk yet i think im aiming for like 2 days from now

Philip: but like i said this dude is dodging my texts right now

Philip: mind u he is a dad so like probs 2 busy for 'work' rn

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mattrusso​:

“I don’t know if I’d say godly so much as just trying to do less coke,” he explained, a level of sarcasm in his voice so subtle it might have been missed entirely. “I can be kind of a fucking monster when I’m strung out for, like, a whole week straight on tour. Plus I’m not really trying to fuck up my relationship just ‘cause I’m a thirty-year-old coke head musician who doesn’t know when to give it a fucking rest.” Still, he knew he’d want a little, and at least he had those few days before he was leaving for Philip to get his hands on what he needed. “That’s cool, no super rush as long as I’ve got it by Friday. You wanna do a blunt right now, my stuff? I haven’t seen you in a minute, fill me in on the haps.”

“Ah-- Right, right-- you got a girl now,” The male’s expression expanded, brows raising, and eyes becoming abnormally large. “All locked down with Emilia, right? It’s cute, man. Good for you.” Even if the statement may have seemed a little flat, there was a hint of truth underlying it all. It was a good thing, however, Philip was still amazed that Matt was giving up on the copious amount of puss he could be getting. Now that-- that was true will power. “She was just around to grab some weed from me a little bit ago--” But hey-- to each their own. “Oh, yeah, yeah-- You’ll have it by Friday. No issue with that.” With the proposal of a blunt, especially one that wasn’t his, Philip was all ears. “Yeah, I’m down.” Adjusting himself on the couch, the male snubbed out the remainder of his cigarette, “Nothin’ too scandalous has been happening with me. Met a smokin’ hot blonde the other day, and uh-- a fiery red headed chick. Both were a good time, ten outta ten, would let them ride again.”

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soniels​:

Thank God their dogs were friendly with people because Karma’s clumsiness and excitement could often scare some of them when she was coming to them. With Philip spending quite some time over, Sophie had no doubt he was used to this kind of reaction from them. 

“Yeah, sounds like he’s busy busy.” The brunette let out, moving toward the kitchen to prepare some coffee. When Jude was at work, he barely paid attention to his phone so she didn’t think about it much. “Jesus, Philip.” Sophie muttered, rolling her eyes at the screwing comment. Boys would be boys, but this one had no filter whatsoever. “You missed it. Now, would you like some coffee? Breakfast? I was about to make something.” 

If he was going to wait for Jude there, he might as well keep her company at breakfast. “Don’t worry about it.” Would he give a damn? She doubted that, so Sophie shrugged her shoulders. “I was planning to have a chill day, go hang by the pool. But since you’re here, I could just beat your ass on PS4.” 

You missed it.

“Ah-- Tragic.” The male lulled his head back in a childish manner, hands going directly into the front pockets of his jeans, foot kicking outwards for the briefest second. “And I was hopin’ to get front row seats this time.”

“Coffee-- Now that is something I’d love.” Well, even if he had been intruding on a her-day, it didn’t seem like she was fighting enough to keep it that way. So of course, Philip was more than obliged to make himself comfortable, as per usual. “Beat my ass? Shit, Soph, I mean-- you could fuckin’ try.”

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kathrynnallison-p​:

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There was this overwhelming sense of satisfaction as his thrust continued on; increasing by the second. But of course, any continual movement over an extended amount of time was going to cause some sort of strain-- enough to force an individual to slow down. There had to be a few moments given to regain the same rabbit-like energy as before, avoiding any sort of muscle cramping in his lower back.

Because really, at this moment in time, he had the hard part of the job-- no pun intended. 

“Shut up--” Philip’s arm extended forward, his fingers found their way into the long strands of her hair; hand twisting around, and bunching up.With a quick jolting motion, Philip yanked on her hair, forcing her head to lull back. He kept her in place, hips still slowly thrusting up against her own. His opposing hand had to travel, resting firmly on her lower back, assisting in stabilizing himself.

As he continued on, his eyes darted down to get a load of his view; head quick to fall back, a breathy curse escaping him. 

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phedova​:

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Philip’s eyes were almost heavy as he glanced up from his initial view, locking onto her own eyes; and it was like you could sense the smirk. He was a bit too proud of himself, especially under situations such as these. Philip truly felt like he had the upper hand, which of course, was completely obnoxious for him to assume.

With her making those noises, though, it really wasn’t going to help in aiding his own arrogant views. Philip, from time to time, had this notion that he was god’s gift. And whether or not that was a joke, well-- the truth was still foggy.

His eyes had shut, focusing in on the work he was putting in. Hands were still tightly grasping onto the flesh of her hips, holding her in place; making sure she wasn’t moving around all too much. But the more that he continued on, the more that Philip’s own desires were growing.

It was difficult to keep up with much, when your own personal needs wanted to be met. A strong inclination to be selfish.

Though, he did end up waiting a few more moments until his actions were paused-- just to edge her on that bit more. His body began to travel, hands pressing up against the mattress on either side of her head. The male stabilized himself, one hand taking on most of the weight now, the other moving down towards his boxers. 

The male situated himself between her legs, the tip of his length being teasingly pressed up against her. The large grin returned, though, it didn’t last for all too long. Once he pushed himself inside of her, Philip’s mouth dropped to an ajar state; a breathy exhale leaving the space between his lips, adjusting to her. 

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Text II Callan & Philip

Callan: You smoked with him? Is he hot too?

Callan: Eh, maybe he isn't a texter? If his shit is good then I can't see the problem, y'know? I mean, you're still alive, right? Or is this the ghost of Lip?

Callan: Text me the deets when you know, man.

Philip: yeah we've had a few sessions

Philip: idk what would classify as hot for u dude

Philip: as far as i know im alive

Philip: nothins been laced so far

Philip: thats all i care about

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athenamylah-m​:

A brow rose at the word harmless, the Latina tilting her head. “Why do I picture you being a sarcastic as-” she paused, her eyes glancing over to her daughter. “A sarcastic idiot.” Close enough to the right word. “Not going to lie, that was clever though.”

“A sarcastic idiot?” The male repeated, brow raised, and continued with a nod of his head, “Some might agree with you.” With a smirk, he extended his hand towards her, “Philip--” He muttered out, awaiting her returned greeting.

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silveremmas​:

A slight blush graced her cheeks out of embarrassment. Did she really think that she had the strength to step on the leash and keep him close? It had never worked before and it certainly wasn’t working that day, either. “Yeah, you’d think I would learn my lesson but clearly I haven’t.” She said in response, brushing some bangs from her face. Zeppelin was enjoying the attention he was getting from his newfound friend, rolling over to expose his stomach this time around. “He’s a very chill dog…except for when he happens to see this particular pond.” Her voice was laced with a laugh as she shook her head, knowing Zeppelin would run straight on into the thing if he could. He absolutely adored water. Picking up his leash from the ground and wrapping it around her wrist, she turned her attention back to him. “Do you have any pets of your own?”

As the dog rolled over to its friendly, submissive state, Philip didn’t waste any time in continuing the pat down. “Good boy--” He mused, voice slightly faltering into that cliché dog-lover voice. It was whatever, though. Some people turned up their noise to the voice; seeing it as obnoxious, but Philip was already that. So did it make a big difference? Nah.

Glancing up towards the owner, he nodded along, finally taking this moment to leave the dog’s side. Stretching out his legs, the male was now standing straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “Bit of a swimmer, is he?” 

“I only have a cat right now. Just a regular black short-hair.” Hades was the absolute best little bud that Philip could as for right now. He was low maintenance, but was always down to chill. “But I grew up with, like, three dogs, so--”

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Text II Callan & Philip

Callan: Didn't mean to string you along, man.

Callan: Pft, I couldn't ever let you go bby.

Callan: Ohh a dodgy supplier? Risky shit, man.

Callan: But if his supplies been decent then, I'm in.

Callan: Gotta switch it up sometimes, right?

Philip: no worries dude

Philip: im strong i'll get over it eventually

Philip: yeah kinda risky ngl

Philip: but like other than being flaky he's kinda chill???

Philip: idk maybe he just sucks at texting

Philip: cooooooooool

Philip: bless up