#short shit

[askyoungiron]

Great Northern from Young Iron - A Golden Soul

He is ✨s h o r t✨

[rosegoldcasket]

GrindHard E x Louie Ray “Short Shit!” The EP (artwork by me)

Short Shit! by GrindHard E

Album · 2021 · 7 Songs

[schwizzle-schwartz]

The Note looks good on him!

[abwhoreant]

"I'm using your shirt as a pillow case" well actually, I am not, I've got strict parents but twas cute to think that I could. fall for me hon

[ollie-oxen-free]

word play

my brain: okay bitch i got an actual idea for you and it’s funny! me: this isnt actually funny though my brain: so?

been quite a while, fellas. im gonna try to get back into writing if at ALL possible because i have ideas and shit i want to finish but until then have a shitpost that’s not actually funny

When Stretch walks into their apartment the smell of weed hits him like a truck. And not in a good way. He scrunches his nose and hurries to shut the door. Their neighbours are bad enough without him having to worry about any of them calling the cops over the smell, no matter how legal it is. He walks into the living room, completely unsurprised to see Cash and Slim laying on the couch, both obviously stoned out of their minds.

Cash looks up as he enters and grins, giving him a mock salute. “Greetings, traveler.”

Slim glances over at him but doesn’t say anything, going back to staring at the ceiling like a dumbass.

Stretch sighs. He hates being the responsible one, but at least one of them needs to be intelligent to try to keep them all alive and able to pay rent on time. Even if he wants to be mad about the smell that is no doubt now ingrained in the cushions- which he’ll have to scrub before his brother (or, god forbid, Razz) decides to give their apartment a surprise inspection to make sure they haven’t set anything on fire yet- but he can’t. Cash pays utilities, the groceries, and his part of the rent, and Slim…

Slim actually was never on the lease to begin with. He had signed it with Cash since he worked at the library, Cash did whatever shady things he did, and they both went to the nearby college. Slim just showed up one day on the couch and threw a few bills at them with a wink. Eventually he had given up on changing the locks and just let the other crash whenever he wanted, which was basically always, at this point.

He’s actually not too sure how Slim makes money, or even how he has any money at all considering that he’s almost certain that every penny the other makes goes towards drugs. Rent still gets paid, and somehow a pretty large fraction of it is from the other. Out of all three, Stretch is pretty sure that he pays the least money towards the apartment.

Doesn’t mean he wants to clean up the crumbs and ashes that he can see dusted across the floor and the sofa, though.

“You’re both fucking idiots” is what he decides to say, throwing his satchel down on the ground and swiping the pipe from the table where it’s sitting, checking to see how much is left before he snatches the lighter from his inventory.

Cash sniffs and tilts his head back, probably trying to look haughty, but ends up looking like he’s about to sneeze. “I take offence to that.”

Slim glances up again, then, confusion blossoming over his face as he stares at Cash. “You took a fence?”

Stretch takes a drag of the pipe and holds it for a moment before he sets it back on the table, breathing it out and trying not to cough. Cash scoffs and flops a hand in his general direction. “Did you not hear what he said?”

Slim looks over at him, the pinnacle of stoner confusion. For a moment, Stretch thinks that he might start to cry. “What the hell did you say to him that made him steal a fence?”

Cash groans. “No, not ‘a fence,’ offence.” 

The look of sad confusion fades, slowly replaced by anger. “That’s what I fuckin’ said!”

Stretch sighs and picks his bag back up, leaving the room as the two begin to argue and deciding that he would only interfere if blood was drawn. Even then, it would only be to call the others to get involved.

There’s a reason he has them on speed dial.

[tired-aliensoul]

Tip toes 💀💀

[inquisitorextraordinaire]

A Question of Faith

Words escaped you, like a butterfly taking flight between your fingertips. You’d love to hold on for long enough to understand them for a moment, but every time your hands closed around them they somehow escaped. Yes, you could dwell on the fact that the butterfly should be a symbol for yourself, but then you’d have to admit that the words were only escaping because you couldn’t.

Three words. It was three fucking words, and Camren couldn't just. Spit them out. Three fucking words, it wasn't hard besides the fact that they were trying to say these words to someone they'd known since childhood. Someone who went through the same abuses as them, someone who would step in between Cam and being brutalized by their Sith Master, Rhell taking every insubordinate beating in silence, never complaining, never flinching as Marvelle forced her to take Camren's place when she stuck her neck out for them. This was... This was the same young inquisitor that Camren kissed when they were both fourteen, Rhell's warm mouth feeling so... So... So fitting when pressed against Cam's, like they were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. No, Cam never pursued further - they already knew who had Rhell's heart, anyways - but that didn't change how their closest friend made them question who they were late in the nights when they were alone, the phantom of a smile they felt was more radiant than the suns of Sakroem making their chest constrict painfully as they curled into a ball in their bed, gaze turning to the window and spotting the same person that made them rethink their entire ideology stand out on her bedroom balcony, white nightgown making Rhell look like a fantasy.

She was a dream, a waning fantasy that Cam wanted on occasion to experience, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. God, they swore this wasn't who they were, but then they saw the way Rhell handled her lightsaber, they saw how she held herself when she walked and how her long brown hair fell down and around her face, framing her like ribbons of warm chocolate and making her skin tone all that more radiant. Everything about her suited her, and if it wasn't envy that Cam felt it was desire. Envy, for Rhell knowing so assuredly who she was, what her place in the galaxy was, and desire to have those lips against Cam's mouth again, hands soft and delicate moving up and tangling in their hair to pull them down deeper, Camren sinking - drowning - in the feeling of passion that felt like electricity on the surface of their skin. No, this was wrong. And even despite all of this, they still couldn't tell her those three fucking words. It felt like the impossible task, something that they'd wanted to say from the first moment Rhell stepped between them and Darth Marvelle, and a feeling that never subsided when that one kiss happened. Dammit, it was one kiss, and yet... Nothing felt the same after that. It felt like Cam had to be loyal to someone who would never be theirs, and they so wanted to just say what they wanted - needed - to say, but it was... It felt like a lost cause.

Would she even understand? Would she be able to not and accept it, even if she never felt the same way? All questions that spun around Camren's head and made their skull ache, the Sith apprentice walking down the halls to the Rhell's room, them peeking in and spotting the shell of the warm person they used to know better than the back of their hand. The Inquisitor looked broken now, a year of being missing having taken a toll on her as she sat up at the edge of her bed, back to the door and hastily cut hair tickling the nape of her neck. Even broken, she looked regal, composed. Too composed. Too regal. No, she was none of these, she was empty, solemn, mourning, and Camren wanted to walk over and hold her, but they knew better than to try and push through those hastily constructed walls that were closing the Inquisitor off from the rest of the world.

Setting their duffel bag down at the door, Camren inhaled deeply before walking over to their long-time friend, eyes full of concern meeting Rhell's deep gaze as she turned to them, her smiling weakly - Cam could tell it was forced - before patting the section of mattress beside her. Taking the invitation with a nod, the Icarii sat down and let Rhell slump against them, the Inquisitor closing her eyes and breathing steadily while her hand inched up to clasp Camren's, them both sitting in silence and Cam knowing damn well that this was their chance. Just three words. Three simple words and it'd be that. Everything would be out in the open, a truth that made Cam's chest ache every moment Rhell affirmed that they were friends for life right at the edge of their lips, them taking another deep breath as their fingers tensed against Rhell's, Camren staring straight ahead - out the French doors of Rhell's balcony - to avoid watching Rhell's expression as they cleared their throat, and weakly hushed,

"... I can't stay."

(Camren belongs to @kalamitis, Rhell and Marvelle belong to myself)

[schwizzle-schwartz]

I love a Hockey Girl Dad