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cleevitus · 1 month
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Heehee
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shitpostdotjpg · 3 months
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je5hko · 10 months
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Trevor Phillips Headcanons
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i decided on adding gifs to headcanons to make it look more “tumblr-ish”, or cooler. I dont fucking know. take the headcanons!!!!!!!
TW!! angst, drugs,
smut-ish?
He has LOOOOTS of scars from acne or even rash. He hates the feeling of bumps on his skin or whatever. The scratch scars are from drugs too, when he’s intoxicated he scratches him self so bad that he bleeds.
Even though he never showers, our sweet maniac likes the feeling of smooth skin, although he hates the texture of all kinds of shampoos, he thinks they’re too liquidy, so he uses the soap bar instead.
Absolutely hates texting. Its too tiring for him to read all the messages and emails he gets, he prefers calling.
Loves playing with his balls and pubes. Not even in a sexual way. He does it for pure fun. He would play with em even if theres someone in the room. Thats why he gets kicked out of buses.
He RARELY uses any sort of social transport. When he does, its because he’s tired and desperate for transport.
Whenever he sees parents spending time with their children, he sobs. His crying gets even worse when its a mother and son activity.
As a teen, he would draw himself with fictional characters having an orgy. Although he never told anyone about it. Its his dirty little secret
Hes scared of getting better, he convinced himself that he deserves every kind of pain he gets. Physical, mental, doesn’t matter.
My man is KING at Just Dance. No one could ever beat him at it.
He once took a picture of Michael shirtless, now he masturbates to his tits EVERY SINGLE TIME.
He either beats the shit out of Ron when he’s sad, or cuddles with him. Though, he has to be really intoxicated to hug him, so mostly he beats him. Such a cutie am i right?
His love language is physical touch and acts of service FOR SURE. Don’t change my mind.
Even though he knows Michael isn’t really dead, he still misses him. He misses Michael TOWNLEY.
He actually cries really often, has lots of breakdowns durning the day. He’s mostly not ashamed of expressing his feelings, although he hates the idea of him being weak. He would bang his head against the wall when he feels like crying in public.
Sometimes he asked the strippers at Vanilla Unicorn to just cuddle with him. He really needs a hug goddamnit.
Would kiss Michael on the forehead after a successful heist. (Sometimes on the lips)
OKAY THATS ALL FOR NOW!!! LET ME KNOW IF YALL WANT A MICHAEL VERSION!!
i swear im gonna start posting more often 😭❤️ I LOVE YALL!!!
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grandtheftfive · 22 days
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Some De Santa family photos
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trikeyaredilfs · 1 year
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Michael: Trevor, do not touch that.
Trevor: *pushes the button* uh-oh I’m such a naughty little boy you better teach me a lesson!
Michael, looking into the camera is if it was the office, hearing the sirens in the distance as Trevor’s dumbass just pushed the silent alarm button: why did God make me wake up this morning
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justmyartsideblog · 11 months
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rainon-me · 14 days
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Stop crying - Trevor philips north Yankton era drabble idk
Warnings - drug use, trauma, death, typical Trevor stuff but make it very sad
''Fuck, careful'' Trevor whispers in hushed tones, the behind of a binco that has stood tall long before the guy in front of him doesn't serve as much shelter from the Canadian autumn. Trevor watches with keen eyes as the younger man fumbles his cold shaky hands to remove the smack from the seran wrap, he ooks at his face to see a hint of fear, trevor smirks. ''you never done this before?'' he quips, the guy steals a glance at Trevor's intimidating stance and turns his attention back to the matter at hand. "couple times, only with my buddy though, this is more his thing than mine.''
Trevor chuckles and shakes his head, ''then why you doing it now?''
''same reason as you,'' he replies, and trevor recoils a little. he takes his hands from his pockets to remove one side of his coat, he doesn't even know who's fucking coat he's wearing, it sure as shit ain't his. He watches with no real attention as the guy, fuck what's his name again? talks about his buddy, about how the first time they shot up it was ''awesome'', how he thinks the last stuff he used wasn't as good so he wanted to try again. Guilt creeps up in his chest, the burning ache rises and trevor suddenly feels the most sober he's felt in the past week, he hates it. blurry fogged up memories come into his mind as the kid yaps away, screaming at Michael, scaring Tracey. Her icy blue eyes filling up with tears, red cheeks as she stood and watched. Fuck.
''gimme that fucking thing.'' trevor bites, snatching it out his hand. he's quick as can be as it all comes back to him, and just as quickly as its there, its gone. and soon trevor's folded over, nose almost touching the ground that's just starting to ice over as evening falls.
''promised 'er i'd never..'' he slurs quietly, ''huh?'' says the kid, feigning inquisitive to please trevor's ego, he doesn't really give a rats. and suddenly, he's gone. More time passes somehow and trevor wakes up cold and sore on a beaten up couch, well, on the side that doesn't have a gaping hole in it. he doesn't recognise where he's awoken, but that's nothing new. he's been waking up in random places since 77'.
he sits up to dry heave, mouth dry and full of ulcers, nails scratching along his skin as he rubs his forehead. And just like always, it all comes back. this time he's greeted with the memory of his mother yelling at him for “scaring” away her new boyfriend, she's crying too, ''they never stay, never stay once they've seen the sad excuse for a son i have moping about the house, oh for christ sake stop crying!'' and maybe it's the comedown, maybe it's tracy's sobs echoing in his ears, or his mothers face as she curled up drunk sobbing on the couch, but trevor cries too. streaks slip down his tired face as fast as he wipes them off, the back of his hands frantically wiping at his cheeks. ''stop crying,'' he whispers, ''stop crying,'' .
he bites his knuckles until it draws blood, clears his throat and stands up in search of more drugs. uneasy feet stumbling around broken floor boards and the occasional unconscious body. the boards on the windows are doing nothing for the mid October cold, and he wraps ''his'' coat around tighter. maybe he should apologise, go back and make things right. he swore he saw a barbie dream house in the store window, the one next to that binco. he'll find a way to sneak that out and give it to her, surely she'll forgive him, she's just a kid. But Michael, fuck Michael and fuck him for saying that. for all of it.
Trevor finds a door at the end of the hall and pushes through with the grace of a bull, seeing that guy again laid on the floor. ''oh shit it's you again, hey look you got anymore? i just need a lit-'' but when trevor goes to grab his arm he's stiff, he looks over his unmovable shoulder to see vomit covering his mouth. his lips are blue. his eyes are open. he didn't even get his name.
Trevor leaves quietly, blurred eyes looking around frantically for a street sign, a store, a pay phone, fucking something. But he's lost, in every sense of the word. stop crying, stop crying, stop crying.
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DAYUM that was depressing, i've never wrote on here before only in private, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. should i write more? i'm happy to do requests! might do some x reader stuff lol. lots of love!
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theemissuniverse · 6 months
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I AM MOST DEFINITELY HEARING U OUT ABT GTA
NO BC I REMEMBERED YEARS AGO WHEN I WAS IN THE FANDOM PEOPLE WERE OBSESSED WITH TREVOR AND MICHAEL BUT NOT FRANKLIN???!!!
Like how do y’all pick them MIDDLE AGED white men over fucking Franklin Clinton.
Don’t even get me started on Lamar too bc booooy.
They’re both the best characters in GTA and I will die on the hill every time
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red-beet-egg · 7 months
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More gtav doodles
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skiplo-wave · 2 years
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Michael laying low at Trevor’s place and absolutely not surprised his mans lives like that
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fakeboitherottengirl · 10 months
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Two Children In a Motel is SO Trikey
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lieutenantratte · 1 year
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shitpostdotjpg · 5 months
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michael core
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I am not Michael....
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I am a Shark
(GTA V shark peyote plant)
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pepperoniparadise · 10 months
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‘66 Films Present
‘Tales From Out West’ |GTA V Cinematic|
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trikeyaredilfs · 1 year
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Y’know, Trevor’s mom calls him a worthless wretch, and when Trevor gets pissed at Michael, he calls Michael a worthless wretch.
It’s sad to know that’s the one thing that sticks in his mind the most, so much so that he would use it against someone he wants to hurt. Michael probably doesn’t give it a second thought, but that is about the heaviest thing Trevor has to throw.
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