#cracked out

[lheart-sinnerlust]

Sans to me looks cracked out AF lol I wanna say its lust but looks more like sans, but meh, this was just for fun and I was bord.. the second one only could go to his head.. and this is where I got bit of the idea from                                      If you enjoy my work, please consider supporting what I do

[shukuchiisms]

Luna: I'm a goddess!Tremble before my power!

Ahri: DEMI_goddess!

Ahri: and not the COOLEST one i must say...

Luna: Sister...I'm trying to make an evil speech here ...

Ahri: No, really, there is Diana from targon ... the other one, the 'Sun babe' ... Even Syndra is more cool with that outfit ...

Luna: *facepalm*

[diederichs-gen2]

like 2 stars floating in the universe | the diederich men

The goal was to pleasantly surprise Rowan with his presence rather than scare the man half to death, but unfortunately, the latter had to come to fruition before the former. Walking into their apartment after a rather ordinary day of work to the sound of bustling in the kitchen when the Quidditch player in their relationship was supposed to be overseas prepping for a semi-finals match was alarming. But not as much as getting swept up in Detlev’s arms as soon as he crossed the threshold into the kitchen. 

“I know you have that whole thing with your parents tonight…” As Detlev spoke, Rowan peered over the man’s shoulder to the simple but thought-out spread laid out on their dining table. “But I thought I could steal you away for just a little bit first?” Rowan didn’t have to look at Detlev’s boldly familiar grin to know it was there. Lips touched his jaw in a manner that his 16-year-old self never would have imagined, adding to the slight shiver that chased across him to hear Detlev’s voice in closer proximity than it had been in weeks, “Happy birthday, my love.”

─

Ordinarily, reorganizing boxes of inventory at the back of the shop wouldn’t be quite an exciting task, but with a bargain on the line of the more efficient stocker getting to choose their son’s outfit for the evening’s engagements, Renee and Jo were rather motivated. In between storing their materials almost a little too precariously in a bid to win their little challenge, Renee’s eyes caught on his own plaid shirt, worn but comfortable where they rested on Jo’s shoulders, hugging to her loosely as he often wished to be in these moments.

Later tonight when they joined their families and varying members of the community to celebrate the very woman always on Renee’s mind, she’d look very different. No less herself but wonderful in different ways, with the little boy on her hip that was the pride and joy of their lives, and Renee almost couldn’t decide which version of her he loved more. He could’ve pondered on it right then, made an entire pros and cons list in his mind, weighing each time he’d seen her milling about the shop and simply been disarmed by her mere presence, against every family, anniversary, and birthday dinner where he’d openly tuned out speakers to gaze upon her. 

But instead, his attention was pulled away by the corner of a box poking at his side as Jo herself teased that with the pace he had slowed down to it was almost as if he wanted Yago to be dressed entirely by her. Renee supposed that at the end of the day, having to decide whether he was going to daydream about his wife or kick her ass in every challenge she posed him with, wasn’t such a terrible problem to have.

─

In hindsight, Soren was lucky he didn’t get whacked upside the head, appearing at Leo’s bedside at midnight and poking his friend awake the way he did but he would do it again if he had to. He had to be the first, no matter what it took, no matter that it went against his instincts to creep out of his own dorm and into the Gryffindor ones, arms full with loot. No matter that he’d never done something so bold as to insist Leo scoot over in a whispered command so he could not only squish onto the single bed beside his friend but dump a variety of Honeyduke’s sweets mixed in with a handful of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes trinkets before them. To know which was being picked up in the darkness of the room was part of the game and the grin on Soren’s lips as he latched onto each of Leo’s reactions wasn’t just an eagerness to know if his friend approved or not. It was the show of his racing heart, his red-tipped ears, the adventurous heart he’d never mustered the bravery to show anybody else. It was a thanks for helping me be the most me I’ve ever felt, all wrapped into the simple words of, “We’re going to make this your happiest birthday ever, Leo.”

─

After their last encounter, Malekai almost expected her not to open the door for him. Nothing should be bating his breath anymore at this age but to stand there in front of her home once more, this time without the words, “go home to your wife” ringing in his ears, he could have sworn he was 17 again. Despite the suspense, she let him in, as she always did against her better instincts, and Malekai stepped in slowly, glancing around the space where he’d nearly gone mad with the burden of both of their choices, past, present, and even potential ones. 

She could never know the lengths he went to in order to track down the Greek dessert that he set down on her table, trapped in the past to survive since she wouldn’t allow them to ascend into their future. But even if she wouldn’t know of them, she deserved every second he poured into this since he had the thought of it, every moment it took away from the others in his life, every location he visited in search, every bit of nostalgia that touched him along the way. She deserved for him to be at her feet in mind when his body stood a foot above hers at all times. 

She had turned him away last time, unwilling to rock the boat when all they had done their entire youths was lean into the waves, crashing headlong into the shore with laughter at their lips. But now she had lived one more year, decades longer than either of them had thought they’d make it in life and it was a call for celebration. A call to sink the hull just a splash, a call for an embrace, for closeness, for a whispered and careless, “I’ve been thinking about you. But I didn’t want to wait for your say so to come along today.”

[bastardmanvibes]

YOUR TAGS ON THE BIG MO BEING A SIGN FROM GOD POST OMG💀😂

i’m placing all my faith in poppins through her all things are possible

[ipromotemuziq]

Juelz Santana cracked out doing GQ interview and forgot to put fake teeth in (Video)

#News #JuelzSantana #GQ #FakeTeeth #Video

Juelz Santana cracked out doing GQ interview and forgot to put fake teeth in (Video)

Juelz Santana recently sat down with GQ and did a in-studio video interview. Report we got from staff at GQ is that Juelz Santana came to the interview high out of his mind smelling like “Burnt Rubber”, which is usually a Crack smell created by smoking from a pipe. During the video interview you can see Juelz…

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[lifeofabastard-blog]

Track #6 "Cracked Out" by Master of Ceremony

Summer youth paid $3.35 an hour x 35 hours = 117.25 and when your meals and housing is taken care of that Summer Youth paycheck in 86' was big money in my innocent street knowledge worldview. Us group home kids were in a scholarship program that matched our savings 100%; it's one of those programs that I didn't take full advantage of, group home kids tend not to see the opportunities that are in front of them, self-esteem plays a significant role in determintion.

"Why must I feel like that?

Why must I chase the crack?

It's nothing but the bug in me."

Dobbs Ferry a quiet Westchester Town it kept us safe and perhaps myself ignorant to the Crack Epidemic of the mid-80s, still haven't figured out the meaning of "White Lines," just grasped the "don't do it" line and I was the comic book nerd uncool for the other guys in my group home. Summer Youth was uncool for them, while I took a bus to work at a daycare in Hastings, Derek, and Louis took their asses to Yonkers to make money, Louis was too stupid for his Summer job of selling crack in Yonkers, Derek excelled, trumping my paycheck by a wide gap. Our staff in Children's Village group home didn't understand how Derek can make more money than them, Derek had the latest sneakers, boomboxes, and may have hooked one of the staff members, I didn't feel bad, I think we all were indifferent to the Crack Epidemic.

(Explain to me, what in the world is crack)

"Crack? Let me see

It's something that keeps your heart pumping

Taken from blow and then turns into something

It's the type of drug that'll have you hooked

And the side-effects of crack are always overlooked

(I wanna try it though, ak)

C'mon negro stop

(Cause you can buy it)

Where at?

(Well right around our block)

(But that's ok)

Yeah, but why did you say?

(Man I wouldn't smoke crack jack anyway)"

I took money from Derek to do his chores; I didn't have the understanding that Crack was destroying it's intended target, Black People, the epidemic we don't revisit today, it's like it didn't happen. Hip Hop has glorified drug dealing as a last resort or justification to "feed my daughter," I always found the excuses to be underwhelming vs. the destruction of a race of people. Crack cocaine was the drug for the generation before me; my age group thought to survive selling drugs was the gateway out and mobilization to wealth during the era of greed.

"Yo I got the jumbos

(Yo can I get one on credit?)

No shorts homeboy you might as well forget it

(But I'm starving, G)

Yo that's not my problem, B

(Well bust this, upstairs I got a Sony TV)

(How many cracks can I get?)

Yo I'll give you four

(Four! Nineteen inch Sony man, throw me one more)

Aight you got it, no joke it better not be broke

(Well yo troop it's brand new with a funky remote)"

Cracked Out by Master of Ceremony is an underrated message song that didn't glorify drugs, in fact, a warning; unfortunately, our communities tend to dance to the beat and listen to the words, some of us are wise enough to see the traps of free-flowing poisons and create art to alert others.

[pinimprovement-blog]

Cracked Out Tater Tot Breakfast Casserole

Cracked Out Tater Tot Breakfast Casserole

Ingredints 2 lb bacon 1 (30-32oz) bag frozen tater tots 1 (1oz) package Ranch dressing mix 2 cups shredded cheddar cheese 8 eggs    

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[ourrosy-mindedfuzz]

It’s a slang word that we came up with. It’s about wannabe Gotti boys from New Jersey and Long Island with the moused up hair and whatnot. And so you see somebody like that you say ‘yo, that kid’s mad Bennigan’z son’. So this is a song about them.