This is Dabba. Dabba can sense spirits but is afraid of ghosts. He's a good boy, but a bit stinky. His guardian angel is Doobie.
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This is Dabba. Dabba can sense spirits but is afraid of ghosts. He's a good boy, but a bit stinky. His guardian angel is Doobie.
this song fucks severely
🦒 for timothee plssss, I just got home from the dispensary and seen the celebration post ! 🌬 congratulations!
thank youu <33
oh god first time writing Timothée ;))
warning: drugs, smoking. words: 306. kisses. implied smut.
Smoke is weird. The way it goes left but also right and it goes all in different ways. From a bong, it could go straight out and then flow away but from a joint or a blunt, it goes in a mismatched direction, and sometimes it's prettier.
“your so pretty,” Timmy states with a sheepish smile, mostly completely out of it but it didn’t matter you both were.
Snapping out of watching the smoke, your eyes re-dilating as you turn to look at him, to find him staring at you with adoration, “you are too,” you say, a smile growing on your face, your hand that was hanging loosely above you was now hanging off the arm on the couch.
“Mon amour?” he says with arms wide, “come here,” he says but comes out like gibberish.
Climbing over to him on the couch with the blunt, he pulls you sit on him so your back is to his chest, his arms around your waist, and you both just melt into each other. While watching the show you guys had on, you bring the blunt back up to take a drag, feeling him nuzzle into your neck, giving you kisses.
“Hi,” you say quietly, passing it with a smile.
“Hi,” he whispers back, his face more on your shoulder so you could look at him, grabbing the blunt he rolled for you, “one kiss?" he asks before puckering his lips.
Giving in, you lean in giving him a kiss, eyes fluttering shut, you can taste the grape-flavored blunt wrap from him but you pull away just as fast as the kiss started, pulling a whine from him making him chase after your lips which he caught, deepening the kiss. But soon pulled away to inhale the blunt, before continuing with the kisses.
A long night that was.
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"Take A Hit (Instrumental Dub)" by Madlib
A simple chopped up soul boom snap to nod ya head to.
Cloud City- T.H.C. (Luke's Live Mix) (1997)
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