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Sir Patrick back in 2015 for the launch of TV show Blunt Talk. I've managed to see both series and thought he played Walter Blunt very well. (Images from Getty Images)

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[yarkmagazine]

Title: That One Light, That One Walk, and Everything Since – A Weed Memoir (Kind Of)

by Vile Murk or whatever version of me existed in 2015

Let me take you back to one of those in-between eras—either the last year of high school or what I like to call the “gap year of loaf.” You know the one. You’ve graduated, but you’re just floating. No real plans yet, no real rush either. Just life in a sort of hazy, transitional purgatory. That’s when weed first entered the picture for me—not in a wild or cinematic way, just a casual offer that turned into a lifestyle shift.

The first time I smoked, I felt absolutely nothing. Rookie mistake—I definitely wasn’t inhaling right. I think I just held it in my mouth like I was afraid of it. But the first time I actually got high? Whole different story. I remember staring at a light—just a regular-ass ceiling light—and thinking thoughts that didn’t even make sense. Just muttering “damn” to myself like I had unlocked the secrets of the universe. Then came the walk home. Normally a 25-minute trek, it felt like a pilgrimage. Two hours long in my head. I was behind this lady with a suitcase and for some reason that suitcase became like… a metaphor or a mirage? I don’t know. But I couldn’t stop staring at it like it was telling me something.

High school also had its little classic stoner movie moments. One that lives rent-free in my head is the time me and my homie came back from lunch—clearly high, no question. Her eyes were red as hell, mine probably looked like I had just been crying through a breakup scene in a rom-com. We walk back into the school, enter the forum, and boom—Spanish class awaits. And that’s when it happened. Our Spanish teacher, who was an absolute smokeshow—like, way too fine to be working at that school—stops us in the hallway. She looks at us, smirks a little, and just says, “You two have similar eyes.”

That’s all she said. Nothing more, nothing less. But to me and my homie? That was everything. It was like she knew exactly what was up but chose not to blow our cover. Just dropped the most casual, coded message like, “Yeah, I see you.” I’ll never forget her—mainly because she had that kind of unbothered hotness where she didn’t even know she was a baddie. The type that could’ve been cast in a CW show and wouldn’t have blinked twice.

From there, weed just became part of the routine. At first it was just smoking with friends, passing joints in parks, rooftops, basements—wherever the sesh could live. Then came the day I decided to cop for myself and got introduced to my first real dealer. Dude was like a weed mentor, trying to teach me to be discreet. This was long before legalization. I remember hotboxing my closet and getting caught by my mom, trying to convince her that it must’ve been a skunk outside or that I didn’t know what she was smelling. Like she didn’t raise me with functioning nostrils.

Then came my little dispensary job in the city. It was off-the-books, paid in cash, and lowkey sketchy. Every shift felt like I was stacking paper and dodging fate. My spot actually did get raided once—but on my day off. Pure luck. Felt like I was living in an HBO special.

Now? I’ve mellowed out. Still smoke, still indulge in an infused Rizzler when the moment feels right, but I’m not deep in that stoner lifestyle like before. Those early days though—those long walks, Lil Ugly Mane nights, closet hotboxes, Spanish class walk-of-shames—those were the roots. Just a kid figuring things out in a smoky blur. I’ve got more stories, maybe I’ll share ‘em in the next post.

For now, picture me walking into the sunset, blunt in hand, head full of thoughts, and just enough THC in my system to make the sky look a little more purple than usual.

[shotgunningtheuniverse]

“Or Tinder”

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Reblog if your account is a safe space for neo-pronoun and Xenopronoun users.

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Dnf? Hmmm. More like a slowburn romance of two guys slowly finding out they’re in love over the period of two-ish years. Going from high tension, touchy subjects, to open honesty, and a laxness with each other about topics of romance. It’s a story about yearning, about finding what matters, finding what works, and most of all: waiting.

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Dream just shitposting about dnf when Sapnap leaves and he’s left alone is hilarious. Like.

Like pop off Dream. You sell your dnfts. You go dude. Tell everyone about how dnf>snf. Yeah anti’s are full of bs. You are the #1 shipper. I believe in you.

[shotgunningtheuniverse]

The difference between George and Dream:

Dream: You wanna fuck me so hard, it makes you look stupid.

George: Yup, I do. *continues to do whatever he was doing*

George: You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid, lol.

Dream: WhA🔇t?? George! WHAT?? 😃 no. What do you mean? 😅What the- whatever. ✋Whatever. Moving on.

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Dream be like, “Nah, I don’t like any- George! Are you okay? You tripped? It’s okay, you’ll be okay. I’ll sue the city for not keeping up street maintenance.

George be like, “Eh- I dunno. I don’t think I- oh wait. Dream’s calling wait a second. Hey Dream what’s up. Oh, sorry. I’m sorry I have to call this interview short. Dream needs me. We can reschedule later.” “Sir, we’re live.” “Cool.” 

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So sometimes in fanfics there's that one friend that's just magically an ordained minister right? And BBH if I remember correctly is an ordained minister. In this essay I will be showing evidence for why we are living in a dreamnotfound fanfic and we are the fan supporting cast that pressures them into realising their feelings for each other.

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Dream’s ideal partner:

George

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When your bestfriend is using you for editing so you need to think of something you’re using him for and you decide that you’re using him for love you have dnf.

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babe wake up, new dnf quiz just dropped.

Because I was bored and had an idea on Saturday. Dnf quiz. Specifically.

What type of dnf enjoyer are you?

Which is a great question, solve it with this quiz. By me.

https://uquiz.com/hxXlDe

[shotgunningtheuniverse]

Sometimes I feel like Dream is a lady in a 18-1900’s something dress lifting up his skirts to reveal ankles and that he’s wearing frog socks and filthy white sneakers with torn laces everytime George doesn’t give him affection.