#cigarettesmokeandexyracquets

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

Hi! I’d love “combooble meat” for a request if you’ve got the time! Thank you!

sounds like 90s movie cafeteria meat tbh

(i’m answering old asks rn, the box isn’t open yet, im trying to get through a shitload of requests)

[badacts]

cigarettesmokeandexyracquets replied to your post “bee’s tornado thoughts update: i’ve been watching weather channel...”

It’s fine

IS IT THO

[carterbennett]

i’ve been quite inactive on tumblr & discord, but i finally sat down and wrote my exchange pieces ♥

in this collection for @cigarettesmokeandexyracquets you will find:

jox trick-or-treating

margo on a fall walk

and, below, some thanksgiving themed headcanons from yours truly! i hope everyone is having a lovely autumn and chels, i hope you enjoy ♥

of course a bennett thanksgiving is a HUGE deal

it’s definitely a potluck. i’m sorry but everyone has to participate in this, i don’t make the rules. or i guess i do because these are my headcanons but still.

clearly thomas is in charge of the turkey (with mark’s help)

the first thanksgiving he lets carter help, the house almost burns down. carter’s new job is opening up the can of cranberry sauce

i don’t know about you, but the bennetts go HAM on the cranberry sauce. who knows why. normal families probably don’t like this stuff but the bennett boys devour it

speaking of ham

there’s also ham

and one year, a turkducken

they don’t speak of that year

maggie brings forward a stuffing recipe that is to die for. it quickly replaces the previous traditional stuffing. in fact, that one gets glued over in the recipe book with maggie’s stuffing. ox is overly proud.

this is an au so everyone is alive and happy, thanks

gordo proves himself a whiz with pie. no one knows where he gets it. he and the shop boys show up with 5 kinds of pie

pumpkin

apple

pecan

chocolate

blueberry

jessie also shows up with a new girlfriend. she is immediately the center of attention. they easily welcome the newcomer to the pack.

jessie also brings some phenomenal side dishes

joe and ox show up in matching sweatshirts

bambi and rico bring the drinks. and a lot of them. some of the BEST cocktails ever are made after bambi joins the pack.

chris brings hot coco for the dinner. he has a secret ingredient, which the wolves easily identify as chili powder. as does rico. 

the wolves don’t tell chris they know.

rico does, of course.

elizabeth is always going to be in charge of mashed potatoes. no one kills the game like she does.

someone, anyone, please bring sweet potatoes

ox tries to cook and burns everything

joe offers up ramen

they wind up going to the store and getting a sweet potato pie, mercifully

it’s crowded and extremely loud and chaotic

it’s peaceful

it’s happy

it’s thanksgiving

[graysonslittlebird]

okay so I found this list of head canons from @cigarettesmokeandexyracquets​ and with her permission I’ve written a short fic based off one of them cause honestly it was too good

warning for blood, swearing and homophobic slurs both said and implied.

It wasn't that the music was louder than usual, or the lights any brighter but something was off. Andrew scanned the dark crowd for anything that might stand out, but damn it all he couldn't see a thing.

Their game that night hadn't gone without a few hitches, regardless of their win. The Florida Manatee's proved to be a violent team and though they'd been handed their fair share of red cards they hadn't seemed to back off Neil, throwing in a slew of colorful slurs enough that he'd warned Andrew he was getting drunk tonight.

At first, it hadn't seemed like a problem and the sudden grasp of his own control intrigued the goalie. He was beginning to regret that.

Kevin sat at his side waiting impatiently for Neil to return from the bar. Nicky and Aaron were a blurred mess on the dance floor and Andrew was thirty seconds away from fetching Neil himself.

It didn't take him long to spot what had set him off in the first place; caused the uneasiness that had him kicking himself for taking the cracker dust at all. Across the floor and approaching  the bar at a grotesque six foot six, Jason McCartney stalked over to the bar and it didn't take him long to find Neil chatting with Roland. An ugly grin spread across his uneven  jaw and he greeted Neil with a hard shove.

Andrew got up immediately only turning on Kevin long enough to give him a harsh "Stay here. Don't fucking move."

He'd already waited too long, his eyes frantic as they scanned through the swarm of people for the quickest way to Neil. A cluster of dancers moved into his way and seemed to find it funny that he couldn't get through. He was all but ready to pull one of his blades when a shout rippled through the club.

"I'm not done talking to you fairy boy!"

Neil murmured something to the giant before turning his back on him, hands full with a tray of drinks. That appeared to be the wrong move. Jason reached across the bar for a bottle before winding back and smashing it hard across Neil's shoulders. His legs gave out and he collapsed ontop of the tray with a yelp.

Andrew ripped a knife from his arm bands, the crowd scattering with panicked cries. To his absolute surprise  he wasn't the first one to make it to Jason. He watched with grim amusement and curiosity as Aaron jumped up onto the bar before lunging at Jason, taking him down to the hard floor. Nicky rushed over to Neil who was slurring something in French.

"Get Kevin, let's go!" Nicky shouted. attempting poorly to pick up a slumping Neil.

Andrew spared a glance at his twin who against all odds was holding his own against the monster.

"If you EVER come near him again I will actually fucking kill you do you hear me??" He demanded with a punch, his hands bloodied, from who exactly Andrew couldn't tell.

"Aaron," he called for his brother.

Like a trigger Aaron neatly stopped mid punch and neatly dismounted from on top of Jason before he took up Neil's other side to help Nicky. He didn't have to go back for Kevin, the striker hovered behind Andrew in clear disregard for the previous warning.

"We're leaving." Andrew slipped his knife away quickly and turned to allow Aaron and Nicky to pass but not before watching with satisfaction as security peeled Jason off the club floor.

It took a few tries to get Neil into the backseat of the car, both Nicky and Aaron's hands slick with blood. Andrew frowned but didn't say anything on the drive back. Nicky prattled on, trying his hardest to keep Neil awake. Andrew didn't miss how Aaron said nothing and how Neil's shirt was now damp.

The drive to Abby's was quick and he pulled into the driveway with such urgency he was surprised he didn't bull down the mailbox. He pulled out his phone, flipped it open and dialed a single number before placing it to his ear.

"Come outside." was all he said before snapping the phone closed.

That was apparently everyone else's que to get out of the car. Kevin got out and waited uselessly on the side while Aaron and Nicky maneuvered awkwardly to get Neil out of the car. Andrew didn't wait and marched up to the front door, expertly lighting a cigarette on his way. He wasn't entirely surprised to find Wymack waiting at the door, Abby waiting tentatively behind him.

"Give me one good reason in five words or less not to send you ass--"

He couldn't tell if it was the look on Andrew's face that forced him to back down or Neil drooling behind him.

"He fell." Andrew drawled, pushing past the gaping coach.

It took them longer than he would have liked to get Neil down on the couch and he shot both Aaron and Nicky warning glares when he yelped in pain.

"Get out." he turned on the rest of his group.  

"But--" Nicky started, but Aaron just pulled him away through the kitchen and Abby got to work ripping open Neil's shirt to expose his chest. He took a long haul from his cigarette, clenching his fist. Abby sighed but didn't stop working on picking the bits of glass across his chest.

"David, I need you to get me a damp face cloth so I can clean up some of this blood."

"There's probably more in his back." Andrew pointed out, keeping his voice level and bored.

"Andrew, I know you went to Columbia tonight. What happened?" Wymack asked carefully, handing the wet cloth to Abby who began patting at Neil's chest carefully.

"McCartney followed us," he started, his eyes on Neil the whole time he spoke, "Called him some...unfavorable words. Neil walked away and McCartney hit him with a bottle." he took another haul from his cigarette  before dropping it in the small bowl of glass shards Abby placed on the table.

Wymack ran his hands through his thick hair with a heavy sigh, "I'll go call his coach."

Andrew didn't stop him, and allowed himself another long stare at Neil. His breathing was ragged, his teeth red with blood. His chest was a mess, but Andrew had a sinking feeling this was far from the worst thing he'd been through. He didn't say anything before turning away from him and made his way through the kitchen where Aaron, Nicky and Kevin sat around the kitchen table.

"Why did you do it?" Andrew asked bluntly, his focus entirely on Aaron.

If it were possible for the room to get even quieter it would have then. All Aaron did was stiffen and avert his gaze.

"What are you talking about?"

Andrew noticed an empty coffee mug on the counter beside him and knocked it over wordlessly. The ceramic mug hit the tile floor and both Kevin and Nicky jumped out of their seats dramatically to avoid injury.

"If someone had actually beat him to death right then and there it would have put the season at risk," Aaron said unconvincingly, "Besides. He's your family right? I'm not putting up with your bitching if he gets himself killed." he finished in German.

Kevin's eyes narrowed at the sudden language change and Nicky just gaped at the twins. Andrew nodded and walked back to the living room.

"I'm dreaming right?" he could hear Nicky babbling, "I'm just too drunk, yeah, that's what it is."

He threw himself onto the last cushion on the couch, and lifted Neil's feet onto his lap.

"He's going to be fine." Abby assured him, sparing a second to look at the boy.

"I didn't ask."

But he didn't have to ask. He knew he was going to be fine. He wouldn't allow for anything else, and much to his discreet pleasure, neither would Aaron.

[ahdriking]

Your Foxhole Ficlets chapters And We Run and Shape of You changed my gotdamn life tbhtbh

HOLY FUCK NO WAY do you know how much i LOVE your writing i;m ddying thi s is too much 

[arimendoza]

i havent written an hc in so long but,,, jerejean soulmate au: you can hear your soulmate’s voice in your head, but only when they sing (this was supposed to be an actual fic but aldkkf maybe one day) (also,,,pt 1 bc this is getting too long akdjf) also guys pls bear canon divergence lmfao

the first time jean learned of the concept of soulmates, he was barely a teenager and meeting the moriyamas for the first time the day after

his mother was rather fond of the whole thing, singing lullabies to jean and ignoring his father’s annoyance of not being able to fall asleep as a consequence

so when she died as a warning of their family not being able to pay off their debt almost as soon as sleep took him, he realized that this must have been her last wish, to be able to warn him, give him even the slightest bit of hope.

“remember, jean,” she had said, his eyes already drooping, “you are never alone in this world. even when you think you are, remember there is at least one. at least...”

he tried his best to remain expressionless, letting his anger mix instead with the anxiety, the fear, and the undoubtable knowledge that things were going to change, and not for the better. 

jean couldn’t remember much of what happened afterwards.

it was all a blur, as if the tears he had failed to suppress during those days would forever mar his recollection of the time.

jean also couldn’t also remember, however, why he had even decided to keep on going.

he figured in the end that it was simply because

1. survival was one hell of an instinct to shake off. moreaus took pride in it, and riko was never one to forget in reminding him of this.

2. there was this stupid, constant voice in his head that just wouldn’t shut up. even worse, it was singing. 

he couldn’t exactly place when it started, only that it was not long after he was sold off (and now knowing that this was what it was like having a soulmate, he didn’t know why his mother had been as invested in it as she had been. this was fucking insane.)

to say the least, it was a blessing and a curse

sometimes, the voice would cause him to slip up at practice

these were not good days. 

it would happen so unexpectedly, a voice popping up that was scratchy yet pleasant, and clearly hadn’t reached its full maturity yet. 

most times, the tunes were indiscernible, gibberish, someone just humming to pass the time, but it still made jean crash onto the ground, miss a pass, lose the ball

and with every fuck up, jean paid the price for it himself

he recalled his mother saying to him once after a particularly hard beating as a child to not scream too loud--it was basically singing in agony

he didn’t know what it meant back then, but now that he did, he did his best to keep his mouth shut as much as possible

other times, however, the voice was all jean had

strangely enough, his soulmate had a habit of singing his to do list to himself everyday (s/o to @kevinday) 

today it was done to the tune of twinkle twinkle: “hey yesterday you forgot /  to buy your team their protein bars / unless you want to face their wrath / get on buying, come on, stat!”

jean scoffed at the attempted rhyme, but it did remind him to eat, as well as the other times his soulmate reminded him to make his bed, breathe, drink water, or go over his team’s strategies (jean wasn’t sure yet whether or not his soulmate being an active exy player was a great thing)

although jean couldn’t exactly take his soulmate’s happier songs to heart, the constant singing and basic reminders further sharpened his instinct to survive

it wasn’t necessarily a newfound “will to live,” where jean would suddenly believe in a happy ending, but instead gave him a renewed vigour to not give up so easily

jean should have known, though. nothing with even the faintest hint of good ever lasted in his life.

stay tuned for pt 2 ft. development!!!!!!!

[psuvevo]

i decided to draw these two posts by @cigarettesmokeandexyracquets because they’re just too good...

[vlctorvale]

Hey babe congrats on 1.5k!!! Can I get a trc blograte?

hey! of course hun!!

aftg blograte 🦊:

exy position: goalie / backliner / dealer / striker

favorite hangout spot: sweetie’s / eden’s twilight / the foxhole court / the roof / the house in columbia

iconic quote™: “you are still neil josten and i am still the man who said he would keep you alive.”

following: no but ily / i am now / how could i not? / i’ll follow you always and forever

come celebrate 1.5k with me!