#blunter

[subterra-rose]

Hunter after rolling that blunt

[grellios]

my son and grandson. certified baby

i plan on drawing him and willow chillin because theyre my favourites

[brittanysbitch]

Blaine: Hi, im Blaine, i'm the captian of the Wablers.

Sebastian: and im Sebastian, his side chick.

Hunter: Sidekick.

Sebastian: it works both ways.

[rocksolidphantoms]

THIS PHOTO IS MY FAVOURITE THING. LIKE HUNTER WITH HIS ARM AROUND BLAINE + THE SEBLAINE LOOKS? PERFECTION

[incorrectseblainequotes]

Blaine: I wish we could block people in real life.

Sebastian: Restraining order.

Hunter: Murder.

[indie-dcrper]

PROTECT AND HOLD ME

Hunter had been briefed by his boss what kind of job it was, a simple bodyguard gig. Something he could do in his sleep really but his boss was adamant that he had to take this seriously, though he did always it had him wondering why in particular. Usually this kind of rush was for someone in the public eye or in politics.

As he got out the large black range rover, he adjusted his jacket as he observed his surroundings before the doors opened to the large compound house, guards filed out and a tall man approached him, Hunter held his hand out “Hello sir, my boss told me you need a bodyguard, I’m Hunter Clarington” he said formally.

The man in question spoke up “Thank you for coming on such short notice Hunter, we weren’t sure if we could get someone so quickly but your boss was adamant he had the perfect man for the job, follow me and I’ll introduce you” he said quickly before Hunter raised his brow, knowing not to talk back, Hunter followed obediently.

Venturing through the large compound home, he noticed the guards, cameras and security checks as they headed on the other side “If you don’t mind me asking sir, I was under the impression you were my guard, who am I protecting?”

“My son, Blaine, you see my job is dangerous and I need him to be protected as there have been attempts on him and my home before” he explained, Hunter was aware of who this was but didn’t realize he was protecting his son, so there was a knock on the door before they walked in and that’s when he saw the son, Blaine.

@blaine-d-anderson

[bdevonandersonnyc]

Blunter: Unpacking

Text to Hunter: Room 804. Come anytime. Pizza just got here!

Blaine was kind of amazed at how quickly he got Hunter’s number. He was genuinely nice to him, and had no issues offering to do some heavy lifting in exchange for some dinner and company. He definitely knew it was because they found each other attractive, but Blaine wasn’t one to completely shut down shallowness anymore. He quite liked the attention. 

Blaine surveyed the few boxes he had to unpack, and helped himself to a slice. He also had to hook up his TV... which he didn’t have a stand for yet. He grimaced at the work, then heard a knock on his door, quickly moving to open it and invite Hunter inside.

@hclaringtonnyc

[brittanysbitch]

Blaine: Hunter, what's that on your jumper?

Hunter: *whispering* drugs.