Dont sell my girl no weed bruh, u sell it to me, i will give it to her. My girl come home, and already gotta dub bag of chronic, im not smokin with her, cause i know she fucked. Dont even drive ya girl to go get the weed “babe ima run upstairs n get it” she up there for 10-15mins u sick! If the weed dealer fuck ya girl, u gotta snitch on his whole operation b. Let me find out the weed dealer fucked my hunny, dawg im in the detective office, givin out DIMES. And while im snitchin, im throwin my girl under the bus! “Yes officer my girlfriend cops a ounce from him on every 1st sunday, in the apt on the third floor apt 3c”. And when the cops go in for the bust, im makin a citizens arrest! Cops bust in the door, catch ya girl in there butt ass naked choppin up her ounce, weed dealer tkin a shower. Detects bring u in “we got him son!….but we found ya gf in there also, she might be lookin @ 8yrs” u sickkk. U goin to the trial, ya gf in shackles cryin, u just hurt dawg! But u gotta stay strong cause she cheated on u. Weed dealer in jail HOT u snitched, nigga tellin his mans to smoke u! Weed dealer got his niggas outside ya moms house in blk vans, ya mom in the kitchen fryin chicken, they bust in the door. Pot of chicken fall on the floor, moms screamin. U at ya moms funeral, weed dealer got his niggas outside, they lettin the choppa rip! Pastor shot, grandmoms passed out. Bullet fly thru the casket hit ya moms in the rib, u hear her say “ouch” u cryin but confused cause u thought she was dead

What a fuckin rollercoaster @hypnodelic

The way it usually goes

if you get these from your drug dealer this halloween, don’t eat them and please throw them away inmediately. they are n’t drugs, they are candy. if you have one you will not have any hallucinations or even get a little high, it just tastes like sour chalk. please spread this around.

Send me “Serenade” for an AU starter in which my muse is a siren and yours is the only surviving member of a shipwreck caused by my muse’s song.

Send “Serenade +reverse” for our muses to switch places, and for my muse to play the part of the sailor.

one sip of that and you die

“Nah. I ain’t wanna get bit is all,”  L denied instantly, lifting his head to finally look Toby in the face again, his eyes slightly more alert than they’d been before. Hanging around wasn’t exactly what he’d planned to do. Maybe the offer was to be expected, but it still took him off guard.

Reluctant at first L slid his hands into his pockets and glanced off down the street. “Y’care if I sleep?”

“Eyyy.”

L grinned, staring at Benz with half lidded eyes. He hadn’t seen either of his friends for a while, though, he paid no attention to Toby. He had visited with the rodent in mind.

His hand slid down into his jacket pocket, returning with a loose cube of cheese, to which small bits of fluff stuck. The thought of riveting the gift had never occurred to L, however, he cautiously offered it anyway. “I gotchu cheese, y'lil shit.”

The rat sniffed excitedly when he saw the cheese, quickly grabbing it and chowing down. “Aaawww. He loves it!” Toby cooed.

L’s hand flew back, surrendering the cheese the moment he felt Benz tug. Feeling so dopey, the rat’s quick movements were rather intimidating. L was uneasy with rats and after such a long break from Benz, he was especially frightening.  “Eyyy, he does.”

"Eyyy."

L grinned, staring at Benz with half lidded eyes. He hadn't seen either of his friends for a while, though, he paid no attention to Toby. He had visited with the rodent in mind.

His hand slid down into his jacket pocket, returning with a loose cube of cheese, to which small bits of fluff stuck. The thought of riveting the gift had never occurred to L, however, he cautiously offered it anyway. "I gotchu cheese, y'lil shit."