#hippie lettuce

[arrestdujour]

Peterson, Brogan Icarus

Boise, ID

JID Number: 01128495 Age: 20 Arresting Agency: Ada County Sheriff

Charge Count: 3

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F Drug-Trafficking in Marijuana (25 lbs or More or Consists of 100 Plants or More) Criminal Charge $500,000.00

F Unlawful Possession of Firearm by Convicted Felon Criminal Charge Included

F Probation Violation - FE Return to Custody Not Bailable

This individual will not be released from custody due to a nonbailable charge(s)

Bail Total: $500,000.00

[breath-itllbeok]

💚

[galaxyhybrid98]

Long time no see!

& this thicc witch is back

with green 🌳🔥

[batcave-juggalo]

I practically live in this drug rug currently.

[kiddoddie]

Take a nug, you deserve it 💚

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Commission dump

[writingforsimps]

Midnight Fang - Poly BTS x Reader (Chapter 0.5)

Summary: The werewolves thought they found all their mates. They never imaged they’d met another, let alone that she’d be a vampire.

Warning: Blood, Alcohol, Mate Au Supernatural AU, Poly Au, Unrequited Love, Rejection, angst (Specific Warnings not mentioned will be made in each chapter this is just a small none specific overview)

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Hungry…

You liked the forest. Trees make only 28% of the oxygen you breathed when you were alive, but the plants and flowers gave a certain life the ocean just couldn’t. The bunny nibbling on bitter lettuce was proof of just how much life these plants brought with them.

The food chain, without those plants a bunny couldn’t eat, and without the bunny a fox couldn’t and so on till the biggest predator dies.

You’ve liked the forest since you were human. Your friend use to call you a forest hippy, going on hikes with you once in a while. The two of you didn’t have the slightest clue anything about nature. All you knew was you loved it, and she tagged along because of that reason. It just felt right. The sun in your face and the dirt in your nails.

Hungry…

Now the sun of your face burns hot even in cold weather and the dirt in your nails feels too odd, to new. The feeling lost to the habit and need to keep your hands clean. So you sit, with muddy white cloth gloves on, a white lacy sun dress that was covered in mud and tears, and torn shoes tied by their laces together on your wrist in a mock, heavy bracelet.

White, light, flow-y, breathable.

Stained, dirtied, cold, exposed.

You were cold, dirtied and your legs were exposed to the elements. The pristine angelic color assigned to you long ruined by the brown mud and dirt. Your dignity falling low, but never low enough to hide behind a trash can. What if a human found you? No, instead you’d die in the woods.

Hungry…

When was the last time you’ve eaten? Three weeks… A person can bleed to death in just five minutes. You knew that. Vampires feed on people’s blood because they cannot supply their own. So while the blood running through your veins and in your cheeks aren’t your own, you try and preserve it. Try not to run out of it.

A person can bleed out in just five minutes, but it took two months to die without food. For you, it’s like a small mixture of the two. Blood leaving your body, you were burning it like it was the energy food was to humans.

You sweat, panting heavily and leaning against a tree. The confusion and anxiety getting to you as you felt your more important organs finally start to shut down.

You knew you wouldn’t survive without a Nest… but that didn’t make it less painful to die.

No.

You couldn’t die. Not with your life like this. Not when you gave up so much to live in the first place. So, in a finally last ditch effort to live.

You screamed.

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Jimin heard the screech before any of the his mate did. His ears just worked better then there’s, it was a curse. A curse he thanked every full moon for because that’s how he met his mates. The scream was primal, life or death. Jimin’s head immediately flung in the direction and it was like his body moved on its own when he started running.

Namjoon ran after him, tripping over his own paws at the suddenness of the boys new behavior. He just… took off! It was seconds later he heard the scream as well. A second wave before the quiet. But… why did the quiet make his heart squeeze more then the screams did?

They both raced to the voice. It was odd, usually when you hear screaming you run away but it was like their instincts took over.

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Hi! So I made this chapter as chapter 1! Then I realized I didn’t want it to be chapter one (reasons). And I also couldn’ add it to the prologue! So I’m making it chapter 0.5! Or a teased kind of thing. It’s cannon to the storyline placed in the middle of chapter 1 and the prologue…. Do with that what you will!

It’s really short because it’s half a chapter, real chapters will be longer. dw

[enjoythesilentworld]

Simon's Month - Secrets

day 15 <3 @youngroyals-events

Simon is trying to figure out why Wille is acting so damn weird lately, confessing random, rather inconsequential secrets.

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Something is definitely up with Wille. Simon can’t exactly figure out what it is, but he’s been acting like a fucking idiot lately — more so than usual — and it’s starting to be a little concerning. After twenty years of being friends, and five years of living together, Simon has seen his fair share of odd behavior from Wille.

For example, the man refuses to put his socks in the dryer. He also refuses to give an explanation, but their apartment always seems to have socks hanging up everywhere, allegedly “drying”. Wille also sleep walks, and Simon has had to stop him many times from walking out the front door, or from emptying their trash bin onto the floor. A few times, Simon’s just pulled his sleepwalking best friend into bed with him, so then at least Simon can keep a closer eye on him. Wille gets weirdly emotional at commercials, has a horrible addiction to collecting little knick-knacks, and buys them yearly memberships to the aquarium. The last one isn’t that weird, because they both love the aquarium, but it feels a bit ridiculous because they never end up going enough to make the cost worth it. Wille is adamant about it, though.

Amongst his odd things, Wille is also one of the greatest people Simon’s met. He is a surprisingly good chef, despite his rich-kid status, he always has an extra sweater (Simon’s always forgetting one), and he’s so perceptive of Simon’s thoughts and feelings. Simon gets a bit stubborn sometimes when he’s feeling sad or angry, but Wille is impressively good at reading it on him and carefully easing him into talking about it. He always says hippie things about bottling up emotions only leading to fiery explosions (though Simon’s pretty sure he just stole all the lines from Maddie). He knows exactly what Simon’s thinking or feeling a lot of the time, as does Simon about Wille.

There is one little emotion that Wille has not been able to read on Simon. That emotion being, well, head-over-heels, all-consuming, mind-wrecking love. Aside from not realizing that Simon is in love with him, Wille is a pretty incredible friend, if a little odd.

The extra-oddness had started a few days ago when Wille stumbled home, totally dripping wet and out of breath, and stared at Simon with wide eyes, a puddle forming under him on the wooden floors.

“Hi, Wille,” Simon had chuckled from his spot at the kitchen counter.

Wille had opened and closed his mouth many times, looking a little confused and a little frustrated. It went on for long enough that Simon started to get concerned.

“Wille?”

In a rush of words, Wille burst out, “I’m the one who broke your skateboard when we were 13!”

Simon blinked at him. “Okay. You know that was, like, over ten years ago, right?”

“I just needed to tell you,” Wille gulped, then leaned over and put his hands on his knees, swearing, “Shit.”

“Did you run home in the rain to tell me that?”

“Yeah,” he gasped.

“Alright.” Simon turned back to his bowl of pasta. “Mop that up once you’ve caught your breath, yeah?”

Today, they’re having a quiet working lunch at their favorite café near their apartment when Wille slams his laptop shut. So harshly that Simon flinches, frowning down at the poor piece of technology.

“Wille. Be nice to your laptop. It’s expensive.”

“I need to tell you something,” Wille grits out, voice strained and hands fidgeting over the table. He’s long since abandoned his sandwich, the lettuce wilting sadly beside him.

Simon tilts his head, confused by Wille’s sudden seriousness. “What’s up?”

He chews on his lip nervously, which Simon kind of hates when he does that, because not only does it draw Simon’s attention to Wille’s pretty lips, it also makes him want to reach out and pull the lip free with a gentle thumb. He can’t do that, so instead he places one hand on Wille’s.

Wille drops his voice to a whisper. “I wet the bed until I was six.”

Simon pulls his hand away, a surprised chuckle bubbling out of his chest. “Wille. What?”

“I couldn’t keep it from you any longer.”

“I don’t think that could be something you were actively keeping from me, but I guess I appreciate the honesty.” Simon turns back to his laptop and takes another sip of his coffee. “I already knew that, though. We were already having sleepovers then.”

A few days later, they’re at Felice’s for a game night, all gathered around her big kitchen table, already yelling at each other about rules. Wille is quiet though, and when Simon mouths, “You okay?” at him, Wille shakes his head subtly, then gestures towards the hallway.

Simon follows Wille into the bathroom and quietly closes the door behind them. Wille begins pacing the small pace.

“Hey, hey.” Simon reaches out. “What’s going on? Do you feel a panic attack coming on?”

Wille waves him off. “No, nothing like that.” He’s still pacing.

“Then, what?” Simon asks, confused.

After a moment, Wille finally stops in front of Simon. He starts to chew on his lip again and Simon almost rolls his eyes. Seriously, it’s like he’s doing it on purpose specifically to fuck with Simon’s head.

“What, Wille?”

“I was late to your seventeenth birthday party because I made you a really ridiculous birthday card with tons of glitter and stickers, but then I decided it was stupid so we had to stop by a shop for me to pick up a new one.”

“I wouldn’t have thought a homemade card was stupid,” Simon frowns.

“I know,” Wille groans and throws his head back, scrubbing his hands through his hair. “I know. I don’t know why I threw it out.”

Simon crosses his arms over his chest. “I expect a homemade card for my next birthday, now.”

Wille chuckles, which is an improvement from his previous tenseness. “I can make that happen. I have superior crafting skills.”

“That you do,” Simon grins, then glances at the closed door behind them. “Uhm, did we have to ditch the game for this?”

“Oh, sorry,” Wille mumbles, smiling sheepishly down at his shoes. “I just really wanted to tell you.”

“Thank you for telling me. Almost a decade later.” He squeezes Wille’s shoulders. “Let’s go back out there. I was just about to give Ayub, like, five ‘Take Four’ cards in a row.”

Later that same night, Simon wakes at 4 am to sounds in the living room. He finds a sleep-walking Wille sifting through the collection of picture frames they have scattered across a book shelf. With careful hands, Simon guides Wille back to his own bed, deciding it’s close enough to morning already and this way Simon can make sure he doesn't get up again. Through the sleepy haze of his own mind, he wonders what’s going on with Wille, as he usually only sleepwalks when he’s got something stressful going on in his life. Maybe that’s why he’s been spilling random secrets, too.

That will have to be an investigation for the morning, because by the time he gets Wille tucked in on the left side of the bed and climbs into the other side, Simon’s already falling back asleep.

“I need—” Wille’s quiet, sleep-slurred voice breaks over the rustling of the sheets. “I gotta tell you something.”

“Tell me in the morning,” Simon mumbles, curling up with the duvet, bed made warm by the body next to him. “Sleep now.”

The next morning, or, really, a few hours later, Simon wakes to the morning light filtering through the curtains and falling over the light blue comforter. Wille is still there, and he’s lying on his side, looking at Simon.

“Good morning,” Simon smiles, stretching his legs out under the sheets then turning on his side to face Wille.

“Thanks for corralling me last night,” Wille says. “Was I causing trouble?”

Simon shakes his head the best he can while still lying on his pillow. “No trouble.”

One of Wille’s long fingers traces mindlessly over the mattress between them. He looks pensive, if a little forlorn.

“Wille,” Simon starts slowly, “you really only do this when something is stressing you out. Did something happen or—”

“I need to tell you something,” he interrupts, his voice wavering. He won’t meet Simon’s eye.

“Okay. Can you look at me?”

He looks up.

“Clearly something is going on,” Simon says gently, “and I want you to know that whatever it is—”

“I’m in love with you.”

Simon freezes, mouth still halfway open. Then, he gasps, “You— What?”

“I am in love with you,” Wille says again, brown eyes soft but serious, locked on Simon’s. “You don’t have to say anything, I just couldn’t—”

This time, Simon cuts off Wille, leaning across the sliver of space between them to pull Wille into a kiss. It’s morning breath and surprised gasps, but it’s also warm sunlight and hands on skin and Wille.

“I love you, too, Wille,” he breathes between kisses.

Then, Simon is giggling uncontrollably and pulling back.

“What?” Wille chuckles, running a hand down Simon’s bare arm.

“Is that why you told me all those random little secrets? Gearing up for the big reveal?” he asks, running a thumb over Wille’s bottom lip because now he can do that.

Wille groans lightly, embarrassed. “It was more that every time I tried to tell you, some other stupid secret would come out instead. I don’t know what was wrong with me.”

“Not stupid,” Simon pouts, “I still want that homemade birthday card you promised. That was very sweet.”

“I can still do that,” Wille grins.

“You’re better than me at honesty,” Simon muses, tangling his fingers in Wille’s hair. “I’ve been keeping this secret for, like, fifteen years.”

“This whole time?” Wille asks breathlessly.

Simon smiles, saying “This whole time. Let’s not waste any more time,” then pulling Wille back in for another kiss. 

[luulapants]

“I don’t use cannabis. How do I write characters that do?”

This long-criminalized psychoactive drug is having a renaissance in the US these days, now legal for recreational use in 21 states. That means there are even more ways that people use cannabis. It’s still illegal in most of the world, and I will be writing primarily about use in the US, where my experience is.

What should I call it?

Ganja. The Devil’s Lettuce. Dank. Mary Jane. There are endless epithets for this drug, and most of them will make you sound absolutely ridiculous unless used as a joke. The use of the Spanish name, marijuana, is traced to efforts to use American xenophobia to demonize it. Cannabis is the technical English term you would hear in, say, a police report. Your average Joe on the street, though, will say either “weed” or “pot.”

Who’s using cannabis?

More people than you might think! Stereotypes once painted this as the drug of racial minorities, hippies, burnouts, and teenagers. These days, anyone you could imagine with a glass of wine at the end of the day could be going home to a cannabis gummy. People use cannabis to deal with chronic health issues like pain, insomnia, or anxiety. Some partake as a rare indulgence, like a cigar on a special occasion. The vast majority of people who use cannabis do so in moderation.

Habitual users are easier to spot - people who make pot a huge part of their lifestyle. They might talk about it incessantly. They might be stoned at inappropriate times or wake ‘n’ bake (getting stoned first thing in the morning and, presumably, staying stoned all day). Cannabis is not physically addictive, but for people self-medicating other issues, it can be psychologically addictive the same way as shopping or gambling. People can become dependent on it to help them fall asleep or regulate their moods, in absence of other coping mechanisms. Just as with alcohol, someone who frequently uses cannabis alone is at higher risk of dependence than someone who uses occasionally or only in social situations.

Where do they get it?

Depending local laws, a person might have access to a medical or recreational cannabis dispensary. Recreational dispensaries can serve anyone who is above the legal age. Medical dispensaries require a prescription. These are really easy to get, and the dispensary may even have someone on site that can diagnose you (with pain or anxiety usually) and write a scrip. In addition to many forms of cannabis, they may sell glassware, vapes, or other paraphernalia.

A dispensary is like any retail location with a couple of differences: Most merchandise will be locked in cases or behind the counter, due to the regulated nature of the substances they’re selling. They may have extra security measures, like a security guard or bulletproof dividers at the counter. This is because dispensaries are cash only and usually have large amounts of cash on location, because conflicts with federal law mean banks can’t work with them.

Not having legal access to a dispensary isn’t the only reason someone might skip it, though. Dispensaries, due to overhead, liability, and very high taxes, are super expensive. If your character can’t get to a dispensary or has strapped finances, they will probably turn to a street dealer.

The local dealer or weed man is never a normal person. If you are depicting a weed man in your story, please keep this in mind. They are weird in different ways, but they’re all weird. You find them through personal connections, and a friend usually has to vouch for you before you can meet them. You might go to their place or they might come to yours. They may have a public meet-up location (park next to me in the McDonald’s parking lot after midnight). If you’re nice and the dealer likes you, they may smoke you out, meaning you smoke a bowl together from their personal stash, free of charge. One stereotype is a dealer who doesn’t have any real friends and makes it difficult to leave the drug deal because he wants to hang out. You then have to tactfully (without offending/losing your dealer) engineer an escape.

Otherwise, you might buy from friends, reimburse them for a buy they made, or throw down some cash when someone shares their weed with you.

Are there different types?

Yes! There are lots of different strains and crossbreeds of cannabis, most with lofty or whimsical names (purple unicorn kush, hazy sunrise sativa). If you go to a dispensary, a sales person will give you extensive “high profiles” of how different strains make you feel: “This one won’t make you as paranoid.” “This one is a very mellow high.”

Honestly, (and I might get assassinated for saying this) most of it is bullshit. Different strains have different chemical compositions and will act differently, but each person’s individual physiology is going to have a much larger impact, so Mr. X and Ms. Y will react more differently to strain A than the difference between how Mr. X reacts to strains A or B. And the dude at the dispensary is entirely unqualified to tell you how a strain will impact you, personally. Your expectation of its effects and how much you consume are also major factors.

One scientifically proven difference is the impact of different THC and CBD content. THC is the psychoactive component and CBD is responsible for more physical effects. The two major variants: Indicas are high in CBD, more sedative, and better at pain reduction and appetite increase. Sativas are high in THC, more stimulating, uplifting, and can help with creativity.

Whether your character knows anything about different strains will more about them than what strains they choose: whether they pay top dollar for designer weed strains or if they’re just buying whatever the local weed man has. The weed man may talk a big game about the strain they’re selling, and some of it might even be true. But usually, their stuff is not top shelf and, aside from low-budget weed aficionados, most of their customers don’t care.

Edibles

Edibles are foods with THC and/or CBD. Edibles might suggest a character who’s more health conscious, not wanting to inhale smoke, or who is more secretive about their cannabis use - edibles won’t leave a smell behind. People who only started using after it was legalized might be comfortable with eating a gummy even if they still have negative criminal connotations with smoking.

THC and CBD are fat-soluble, so edibles are usually made by infusing butter (for baked goods) or oil (for other products) with cannabis. If your character is into cooking, they might make their own weed butter, keep it in the fridge, and bake brownies or cookies with it. Usually, you can’t really taste the difference. If they’re looking for something portable or easy to hide, gummies or other candies are the way to go.

Dosage is important with edibles because it takes longer for your body to process them, so the onset of the high is significantly delayed. Whoever made the edible should tell you how many milligrams are in each item. How much you should eat depends on your body weight, tolerance, and how stoned you want to get. You can’t overdose, but you can have a really, really bad time if you get too high. The classic joke is that someone will be warned not to eat too much, have half an edible, say, “These edibles ain’t shit,” eat the rest, and then when it finally does kick in, they’re on-the-moon high.

Smoking

Let’s clear one thing up: smoking anything is bad for your lungs. That said, people do be smoking weed! Unlike edibles, smoking has near-immediate effects. The whole high doesn’t hit you at once, but someone with a low tolerance will feel something by the time they exhale that first puff. Unlike cigarettes, when a person smokes weed (takes a hit), they are supposed to inhale deeply and hold the smoke in their lungs for as long as they can before exhaling.

Before your character smokes out of anything, the first step is to grind up the weed. The part of the plant which is smoked are the buds: dense, greenish clumps which are ideally sticky to the touch. (Old, shitty weed will be dry and brownish.) These are placed in a grinder, a metal contraption which is twisted to move metal teeth inside and break the buds into small pieces. Ground-up weed will dry up faster, so it’s best not to grind until you’re ready to smoke.

Joints are made by taking a small piece of rolling paper, sprinkling a line of weed into them, then rolling it up. The edge is licked to seal it and both ends twisted closed. They’re smoked like a cigarette. If you add tobacco, it’s called a spliff. Most adults will add in a filter or roach on the mouth-end so the smoke is less harsh, and leaving it out speaks to being un-fussy. Like a burrito, you ideally want a nice, fat joint, but hubris can lead you to an overfilled, falling-apart mess. Joint rolling is a skill developed with practice, so your character’s ability to do so successfully or unsuccessfully will speak to their experience. Joints are cheap and portable, so good for tight budgets or someone on the move.

Blunts are similar to joints but made with tobacco paper - the brown paper that cigars are wrapped in. You can buy tobacco paper on its own, but more commonly, they’re made by buying cheap, sometimes flavored, cigars (like swisher sweets), cutting them open, dumping out the tobacco, and stuffing them full of weed. They’re bigger, so there’s a lot more weed in them, and they’re also wider than a joint, so each hit delivers more cannabis. Blunts are associated with urban Black culture.

Glassware includes pipes, bongs, chillums, bubblers, and other smoking vessels made of glass. These can be simple or beautifully decorative. A simple pipe might cost $10-15. A huge, artistic bong could cost upwards of a thousand. Glass is the most popular material for smoking vessels. All of these consist of a bowl where the weed is packed (”pack a bowl”) connected to an end where your mouth goes. The smoker places their mouth on the end, then holds a lighter flame over the weed in the bowl. They inhale, which draws the flame down into the bowl and causes the weed to smolder (not catch fire). The weed may continue to smolder enough for the next hit or the lighter may need to be used again. When the bowl is all burned, it’s cashed.

A pipe has a simple tube from the bowl and a small hole for the mouth, plus a carb hole on the side of the bowl, which must be covered while inhaling. The carb allows air into the bowl when not smoking, so the weed doesn’t burn too quickly between hits. The longer the stem, the less harsh the hit will be, because the smoke has time to cool off. Pipes are less harsh than joints and blunts but still pretty rough. A pipe can be made of many different materials. DIY pipes carved out of apples are a classic “no other options” stand-in. A chillum is a type of pipe that is straight, with the bowl facing outwards instead of upwards with no carb. A pipe with a very small bowl is called a one-hitter, since you can only fit one hit in it. A character might choose a pipe for portability, ease of hiding, or price.

A bubbler is a water pipe that uses water to cool and condense the smoke. The hole leading from the bowl descends into a small, enclosed compartment of water. The smoke goes into the water, then rises up a second tube to the small hole for the mouth. Like a dry pipe, it has a carb next to the bowl. They’re about two to three times the size of a dry pipe, not as portable, and more expensive. They are much less harsh than a pipe, though, and a good compromise between a pipe and a bong.

A bong is a long tube with a large water vessel at the bottom, usually like an Erlenmeyer flask with a really long neck The top has an opening which fits around the smoker’s mouth. The bowl is not connected but is shaped like a funnel with a stem that fits into a long tube that descends into the water vessel. Instead of a hit, smoking from a bong is called a rip. The smoke goes into the water, where it’s cooled and condensed, then continues to cool as it moves up the long neck to the smoker’s mouth. The bong will fill with smoke as long as there is suction between your mouth and the smoldering bowl. To end the suction, the stem is removed so clean air can replace the smoke as you inhale it. In order to not waste smoke, you should know how much you can inhale compared to the volume of the bong. Bongs can be filled with ice to cool the smoke further or have multiple chambers and twisty necks. They are much easier on the lungs than pipes or bubblers. They are also large, cumbersome, easy to break, hard to hide, and can be expensive. A character that owns a bong is a dedicated weed smoker with their own space where they don’t need to hide it, and the quality or lavishness of the bong will say a lot. Broke characters could improvise a bong by cutting a hole in a plastic bottle and inserting a tin foil funnel. That is janky as hell.

Finally, vaping cannabis took off in popularity at the same time as vaping tobacco. Cannabis oil cartridges are installed into a small vape pen, which can then be smoked somewhat discretely (less smelly than smoke, but it still smells!) with supposedly less damage to the lungs.

Effects

Different people react differently, much of which is based on their physiology and their mental state. Anxious people may become more anxious. Depressed people may become more lethargic. Affectionate people might get cuddly. Here’s some key elements:

Stoned/Faded: Reaction times slow. Memory becomes worse. Time perception is altered. You might repeat the same conversation over and over. The body feels heavy. Everything seems funny. You might become hyperfocused on something very specific or become intensely immersed in a story or TV show. Imagination and creative thinking improve. You may feel sleepy or serene.

Paranoia: Paradoxically, cannabis can create anxious paranoia, usually related to worrying that everyone can tell you’re high. The world looks very different to you, so it’s hard to imagine that you don’t look different to it. Slow reaction times mean that you might not notice someone moving until they already have, which can be startling and make you jump.

The Munchies: Cannabis is useful for people with appetite or nausea issues because it does cause cravings and the urge to eat. It doesn’t cause hunger, just intense craving. The intense focus of being stoned lets you focus on flavors more, which means food usually tastes better.

Baked: This term is synonymous with ‘stoned’ but it also implies some unpleasant side effects, like dry or bloodshot eyes, smoke-rough throats and voices, and an oppressive laziness that makes it hard to do things.

Second Stoning: Happens to some people, not all. Because THC bonds with fats, if you consume fats while you’re stoned, it will become bonded with those fats as they’re stored in your body. Your body fat works on a first-in-last-out system, so if you burn fat the day after toking up, the THC will be released into your system, causing you to get high again.

Is there anything I missed? Let me know!

[blubushie]

JESUS, your dad got his head stuck between two boards? That must've been traumatizing, god, I can't imagine going through something like that! I get you're lenient with your blog but that needed a trigger warning or something! Give your father my deepest condolences... everything else is fine, though, I guess.

[Animal Fact Anon holy shit your dad is so cool, talk about a reputation like hello??? The fucking zebra shark?? 2x malaria?? Broken ribs and a collapsed lung???? Maybe 'cool' isn't the right word but ?!?!!]

Yeah he's a bit of a mad cunt and I'm cut from the same cloth. (Also he's glad you think he's cool—"At least someone does!")

Every bloke in the family is a little... off, really?

You've got:

• Me (I don't need to explain)

• Dad (don't need to explain)

• My younger brother who branded himself with the family cattle brand. I witnessed this when I was 12 because my brother is insane and decided his little brother with a medical special interest should witness and doctor his severe burn. He also lives in Texas. The branding thing has stuck with me enough that when I was a stockman and cattle were being branded I had to stay back because I couldn't watch it without getting queasy. Not cuz I felt bad or anything it's just that the smell of burnt hair and flesh brought back memories.

• My eldest brother who dances to Billie Jean at literally every fucking wedding he's been to for the past 30 years. Also he doesn't like me. His wife REALLY doesn't like me (she thinks I'm dangerous cuz I've taken the kids shooting). He just doesn't like me cuz our dad dumped his mum for mine and had me though, so I'm the kid who had it all (ignoring how the divorce left Dad in poverty so I also grew up in poverty WOOP)

• My maternal uncle who's an ARA antivax hippie vegan and hates me. Also he's gotten COVID more times than I can count so I avoid him like the literal plague. He gives me creepy vibes.

• My paternal uncle who, as a teenager, let his dog loose so it'd attack my aunt's dog just for an excuse to talk to her. Her dog damn near killed his dog. Then they started dating. His dog got a steak for being such a devoted wingman. This uncle also REALLY fucking hates lettuce and none of us know why but he will have an absoute meltdown if it touches food on his plate. No one, not even my aunt, has gotten an answer as to what the fuck's up with the lettuce thing.

• My youngest maternal cousin who was an alcoholic surfie who died of diabetes before he reached 25. He was convinced he'd die before he reached 25 but he literally drank and ate himself into an early grave knowing he couldn't be doing that shit with his diabetes. I have one memory of him showing me how to catch minnows with my bare hands, and I still use that trick for catching bait fish.

• My oldest maternal cousin who's a deadbeat dad and I hate him because he doesn't do right by his son or daughter. He's all they've got since their mum is institutionalised for mental issues. My aunt and uncle raise his kids while he lies on the couch smoking hooch all day (I really do NOT like him).

• My maternal second cousin who's nonverbal autistic, but both his deadbeat stoner dad and hippie antivax grandad refuse to get him tested. This boy suffers in school and my heart breaks for him. I had no idea what this kid looked like from 3-5 because he always wore an Iron Man mask all day every day, and he stopped speaking entirely around 6. He's now completely nonverbal and despite being about 13 years old he has the functionality of 6 year old. Last I saw him, he still tries to conversate with me when he sees me though, and he'll sit down and pet Misty and he knows I like talking so he'll pick from a few topics I write down for him and have me talk about them. He understands speech just fine, he just doesn't talk himself. And also really really really hates seatbelts so I knit him a seatbelt cover and now he uses them (turns out he just didn't like the raw edge of the belt). His little sister has some behavioural issues but she's genuinely a sweetheart and seems to be the only person who always knows what he's thinking, so she acts a mediator for him a lot.

• My paternal cousin everyone is convinced is either gay or autistic or a trans woman or all of the above. Him and I get on fine so I'm also on the bandwagon of That Boy Ain't Right cuz there's something in him I recognise, I just don't know what. Don't reckon he's a woman or gay though, and if there's anybody he'd come out to it's me cuz the family is conservative but he knows damn well I won't judge. I'm pretty sure he's just on the spectrum.

• My paternal nephew who's the only bloke what came out normal. He's going to uni in a few years and GOD do I hope he comes back normal. He's spoilt but he's a good kid.

[manasseh]

last week was not a solid week study wise, but i did get up to this and that ~

events: the concours hippique, evening at the festival, a historical regional market, hippie commune's open day event thing. also went to see some explosions ▹ market haul: fresh clear honey, fenugreek gouda style cheese, lime cactus kefir // 'ice-herb' (not an herb. edible succulent like lettuce idk i want to eat it) and gingermint (actual herb) ▹ commune: questionable syrups, goodlooking hippie's number (dont call 😅)

regular: robotica class, kung fu, work x3

++ made a new better group for robots, helped testing my seniors' games, dress fittings and hair and makeup tests

studying: some video editing, 3d modeling, character drawing. ended up catching up over the weekend breaking my promise to myself :') barely any korean and drawing time, - instead I took the one morning I sat down to do mostly hebrew! I missed it ~

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although the lack of studying is a bummer, I'd been meaning to get out more so you win some you lose some I suppose. this upcoming week I will need to study/work a lottt so it cancels out

[psychics-at-caltech]

My new coworker thinks both sesame oil and sugar are bad for you. She literally ordered a bowl of lettuce for lunch. But I can’t tell if she’s right-wing hippie or left-wing hippie

[kiddoddie]

Remember to take your greens to day children 💚

[lareviewofburgers1]

Burgerlords, Chinatown

KS: I’ve always liked this place and admire the chutzpah it took to go full vegan.

AP: And in Chinatown to boot! It’s a great find. 

KS: They have two vegan burgers: one an old-school veggie burger with mushrooms and seeds and stuff. The other is a proprietary tech meat creation. I prefer the hippie version.

AP: I’m always curious about “proprietary” food so I had to try it, but I agree with you. The old-school veggie burger is the way to go here. Their vegan cheese was good - not too much. And I enjoyed the whole leaf lettuce. It transmitted some In-N-Out vibes, which is totally fine in my book. 

KS: Luckily the fries were way better than In-N-Out’s. 

AP: I’m an In-N-Out fry apologist, but I did also find the fries to be crisp and consistent. How did you feel about the spreads (quality and volume)?

KS: Honestly thought it was all pretty great. Good proportions on everything. I guess I should try vegan American singles on their own to see if they’re close to the real thing, but they tasted great here. Did you enjoy this vegan burger experience?

AP: I loved it. I can’t wait to bring other people here. 

[nepofm]

+𝟒  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃  .    rory  briar  (  courtney  eaton  )  is  looking  for  a  platonic  connection;  rosalind  bishop   (  bae  suzy  )   is  looking  for  a  platonic  connection;   james  castor  (  christopher  briney  )  is  looking  for  a  romantic  connection;   &   juliette  buathong  (  lisa  manoban  )  is  looking  for  a  romantic  connection  .

platonic. — rory briar is looking for a best friend since childhood ( these two are besties; basically raised together - though i would love some tension, perhaps your muse’s parents don’t like rory’s parents bc they’re big hippies?? like rory always came to class smelling like the devil’s lettuce and they didn’t even smoke like that … back then - and now she partakes on the daily, or your muse dated someone who didn’t like rory, we could do a falling out if you want, etc ) within the age range of 22-25 that preferably looks like ella purnell, tom blythe, hunter schafer, daniel padilla, zion moreno, paul mescal, mimi keene, wolfgang novogratz, leah lewis, anyone you feel like who fits your vibes! you do have to contact the mun before applying under roaries.

platonic. — rosalind bishop is looking for an extroverted roommate ( lokey, she’s so introverted, that she needs a roommate to live with, or else she’ll get sad and touch starved ! so pls, be the extroverted roommate to her introverted sad girl aesthetic. i think it’d be fun if they were newly roommates, so we could navigate through living pains and what not ) within the age range of 22-27 that preferably looks like selena gomez, hunter schafer, zion moreno, mason gooding, jessica vu, maddison jaizani, , anyone you feel like who fits your vibes! you do have to contact the mun before applying under roaries.

romantic. — james castor is looking for a high school ex ( there is ONE relationship, there always is, that leaves james with the most terrible commitment issues. a best friend, the girl next door, the one who seemed too perfect, too good, who if it was versus him and her getting to heaven on their dying day, james’ knows it would be her. his parents liked her, his friends liked her, her friends like him; but they were young, only 16 and in love, and things like that never last, really. they date until they’re in college, but it’s the first semester of it that they break it off; none of their friends really know why, and it all chalks down to james wanting to see other options and being scared. scared of commitment, scared of only loving one person like this and then what would he do when she leaves ? so he leaves first. ) within the age range of 24-26 that preferably looks like madison beer, suki waterhouse, antonia gentry, caroline hu, kennedy walsh, lili reinhart, paris berelc, madison bailey, aslıhan malbora, any female presenting fc, ! you do have to contact the mun before applying under jamesluvsria.

romantic. — juliette buathong is looking for a fake boyfriend ( so … she has a not great ex. four years later and he’s still on her ass. due to last resorts, and perhaps drunkenly made bad plans, she found herself a fake boyfriend. it’s annoying that she has to do this at all, but at least she knows he has her back. ) within the age range of 22-28 that preferably looks like aria shahghasemi, corey mylchreest, andrew matthew welch, felix mallard, jonathan daviss, barry kheogan, aramis knight, any male presenting fc, ! you do have to contact the mun before applying under fairjuliette.

[dokurtybitz2]

Passing to

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