#CBD making

[tylers-breaks]

[theotherwesley]

I'm going to posit something that may sound a little weird at first: but I think the same kind of dissatisfaction that leads people into questionable or dangerous reactionary movements, is the same dissatisfaction that leads people to start witch hunts and dog piling on social media, is the same dissatisfaction that gets people into new age, vibes-based "health" and "cleansing your toxins" lifestyles, is the same dissatisfaction that leads people into an Marie Antoinette-style obsession with cottagecore and the nostalgia for an imaginary bucolic lifestyle that never really existed. It's estrangement from results, particularly direct results.

This is essentially just the Theory of Alienation, but the connective tissue between cult-of-action-to-cottagecore hit me in a particular way that made me want to dig into the specifics in terms of internet phenomena.

Just about every aspect of the computer-bound/computer-dependent lifestyle is geared towards separating people from process from product. We don't see the results, we don't see the mechanisms, we don't see the other people involved. So the prospect of working outdoors to plant something nourishing and be able to see and enjoy the results is intoxicating (especially if you don't rely on doing it for a living). So is the idea that you can just pick up a weapon and make something happen. So is the idea that you can punish people for real or much more often perceived crimes directly without waiting on due process. So is the idea that you don't have to throw yourself on the mercy of a doctor who trivializes and ignores your symptoms to the tune of hundreds or thousands of dollars. Hell, the obsession with generative AI being pedaled as a "solution" to the apparent "gatekeeping" of "talent" (or time/labor/compensation) is stemming from the same thing. There are plenty of examples but the roots connect. Returning to the theory of alienation for a second-- is not an accident that we have been separated from each other and from our labor, it is unimaginably profitable for the ones selling us things and keeping us beholden to them for scraps and pennies our entire lives. It is killing us. It has been killing us. Some people exponentially more than others. You know this, you're living in it.

I don't have a plan for the Revolution or whatever but I am pretty convinced that it is critically, vitally important that we Make Real Things, with our hands and brains and with other people-- real art, food, friends, crafts, tools, stories, clothes, fun; help with something, do things for people, grow something, fix something, learn something. Get a result you can see that's YOURS and GOOD and not a product of consumerism or fear. --Are there obstacles to all these things? Oh baby, are there ever! That's the point! That's the problem!! <-THE PROBLEM. This isn't a judgement!! We are all fucking struggling!!!

Making real things is essential not in a woo-woo way but in a practice so you can improve way. So many people are convinced they can't make things simply because they haven't made things before. Start somewhere, anywhere, and you can build the confidence to in yourself that you can do more. It will help you adapt and strengthen yourself in a world that is trying very hard to keep you powerless and isolated. Again -> The point. People end up seeking things that make them FEEL like they've made an instant change in the world, or feel like they're escaping the rat race, or anything that feels like regaining power over their lives.

But if you don't also control where that feeling comes from, you are open to being manipulated by all manner of opportunistic and predatory forces. If you create something tangible/observable within your own means (and this does NOT preclude collaboration), you made something of value and that value remains with you, to do with as you wish.

That's empowerment. It can be practiced and nurtured, in fact it MUST be.

[marclef]

That "Doctor Zaza" spam message is not only freaking halarious, but it's gotten me curious as to what Fake Peppino would look like if he was just high af

...... you wanna know what the dumb thing is.

this IS something i've legitimately had a couple headcanons about hehe 😅

for my Fake Peppino, since he absorbs stuff so well, if by chance he ended up ingesting any smoke or edible into his system, it'd hit him HARD, getting him so out of it and relaxed that he'd barely be able to keep form. literally just a living goop pile at that point.

(lost in the sauce........)

and another thing, he'd be even clingier to friends/others around him than normal. probably going up to Peppino or somebody and trying to wrap around them, which, at that point, wouldn't even be dangerous at all from how goopy he is. it would just be real sticky.

the good, goopy boy just wants to be real clingy now.

[a-concert-just-for-me]

“I’m dreading the summer; my sensory issues are going to be insane.”

“Oh, maybe they won’t be!”

“Oh, yes they will be.💀”

[stillgotscars]

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[power-handmaiden]

I just. Finally got around to reading the latest tingler and when I finished reading it I opened my notes app out of habit. Oh my god. Lmao

[love2much]

on tonight’s menu is uhm a blinker and possibly masturbation

[petrichoremojis]

[ID: A drawing of a metallic vape cartridge with green liquid sitting at an angle. There is a red THC sticker with scribbled writing on it. End ID]

[ID: A drawing of a metallic vape cartridge with green liquid sitting at an angle. There is a red THC sticker on it. End ID]

[ID: A drawing of a metallic vape cartridge with green liquid sitting at an angle. End ID]

A few variants for 'vape cartridge', with cannabis and specifically THC in mind.

[chaosandwolves]

Me when painkillers work for once

Is this how they work for normal people? The pain is just... Poof...mostly gone?

You can just take them and you're cool?

[medusa1597]

in the severance universe hosting a three hours long podcast about wether or not fucking your partners innie counts as cheating

[funpuddle]

Last year I ate a full CBD gummy that was marketed as only CBD but it definitely did something mind altering to me enough that playing fortnite was at first scarily immersive and then magical

[despazito]

pushok is very arthritic now and has a mass growing in his abdomen that we've decided would be too invasive and and costly to put him through, especially as a 9yo big dog that only likes maybe 3 people. he's getting shots for arthritis and we're seeing if CBD will make any difference but right now i'm just hoping he pulls through to his 10th birthday in july..

[friskdistrollerroblox]

Y'all aren't ready for this conversation my lads...

[somecunttookmyurl]

fwiw my physiotherapist told me that people with eds apparently metabolise things faster than other people, so your fast metabolisation of medications/caffeine/etc could be in part linked to that?

yes people with EDS (and other forms of chronic pain) are highly likely to have the abnormal liver enzyme thing

we don't really know *why* but it's just. a thing.

[love2much]

pussy drooling

[thesymphonytrue]

Seven-sh Sentence Sunday (er Monday)

Thank you for the tag, @penna-nomen !!

okay so this is a fic idea that's random and out there...but it features old (and I mean like age 70+ old) Peter and Neal, at the end of their long full lives together as best buddies. I'm planning for it to be quirky and funny but also thinking about it makes me cry SOOO, here's a snippet from the first scene: (lol hint hint I was inspired by my recent obsession with The Notebook musical, hence the elderly Peter and Neal 😂)

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Neal smoothed his hair as he shut his car door. His dark swoops had long gone gray and little crinkly lines now decorated his still-stunningly blue eyes. At seventy years old, Neal Caffrey was dapper as ever, sporting his famous fedora that made even the young nurses swoon and blush. 

The leaves crunched beneath his feet as he strode the long walkway up to what looked like an old house on a hill. Deciduous trees surrounded the large, colonial style home, their leaves on fire with reds, golds, and browns. An autumn breeze kissed his now sagging cheeks, making him feel forty years younger, filling his heart with a youthful glow. 

Today is a good day. He thought, determined. 

On his shoulder was a leather briefcase appearing to hold documents or books, but it held neither of those things. 

A twinkle sparked in Neal’s eyes.

 One final con.

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