#stckhlmr

[sylvctica]

@stckhlmr​ said: andy vc : or , y'know , you could put gummy on the di—

      “Isn’t sugar meant to be bad for people organs?”

      “If they get inside!”

      “... ah. Well, that then makes me wonder. Has anyone bitten a dick off doing that? You like try to get the gummy and—”

      “Please—please, no more ...”

[solovagant-a]

breaks out in flossing as a means of trying to communicate

[romantxcxsm-moved]

❀ ~ ❛❛ Ahh, you’re a hockey player? I could never. The last time I even tried ice-skating, I made such a fool of myself....And on a date, no less..Props to you. ❜❜ He raised his cup of coffee, as if toasting to that.

Starter for @stckhlmr​

[retiine]

@stckhlmr replied:

’ i just don’t want extra sausage on my sandwich ‘

“What, is yer kielbasa bein’ threatened?”

[theagentlooker]

beatboxes to set the mood. VIBE CHECK !

@stckhlmr

He observes him in pure bewilderment, seemingly captivated by all the noises that keeps on coming out of Andrew’s mouth. It’s certainly a spectacle that is playing out in front of his eyes, but it still has managed to keep all of his attention on Andrew. In a way, his mind couldn’t quite grasp that this whole thing wasn’t a train wreck that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. He was actually good. Andrew was actually really good.

For once, his motormouth doesn’t rev the engine and start sputtering words. He keeps quiet during this whole impromptu mini-performance.

❝The vibe, as the kids do tend to say, is great! —How did you do that?❞

[naivelost]

gonna fuckin smack you with the damn stick at this rate @stckhlmr​

[againstfate]

                                 ❛ Ugh, someone needs to shut off the sun❜

The pounding headache was making him nauseous, somehow, he felt it was warranted after that debauchery from last night. Prompto hated it, the parties that were meant to rub elbows with rich socialites, but he played the role of the designated party boy well, it wasn’t for himself but for his best friend. Ever the faithful, he suffered for his golden heart in the morning after as he felt his body ache. 

Enough that he could no longer sit at the table, getting up he played one hand upon his shoulder trying to stretch out all the aches && pains that came his way. He could still taste it, dry champagne && kisses that had no meaning, the afterglow of everything that caused his skin to crawl. Moving to the small kitchen, he beckoned Andrew to follow him as he began to brew up a fresh batch of coffee for them both to enjoy.

 “Socialites as they call themselves are really something. Thanks for looking after Pryna for me, dude, she gets lonely” comically, his bottom lip pouted outwards as the white husky trotted on by, wanting whatever scraps would be left from breakfast as he snickered. 

Stretching, the few pops && cracks echoed as he looked over, the cheerfulness that Prompto usually carried came back full force as he tried to beat off the essence of a hangover.

   “Want to stay for coffee? Least I can do for running late last night, super sorry about that!”

@stckhlmr //  ★

[ghostpillow-blog1]

@stckhlmr replied to: PLEASE GIVE ME ROMANTIC SH–

we have a black hole he can have

blair vc is andrew’s butthole gonna make my heart pound?