#in my thc era

[callum-hunt-is-bisexual]

people who love mediocre book series where the reading experience is just being driven mad by the untapped potential that this story and set of characters hold would love the heir chronicles

[enbysiriusblack]

a snippet from two hearts colliding:

Regulus was doing the crossword in the paper. It was a peaceful early morning; a cup of Jasmine tea in his hands, the crossword in front of him, the low hum of rain outside, and no sound but his own breathing and the scratching of his pencil inside his home. 

He took a sip of his tea, only a few more words left to go before he was finished. That was slightly disappointing, but he lifted his spirits slightly with thoughts of going down to the public library or maybe he could stay in the whole day, playing the piano, rereading one of the books he had on his shelf, maybe getting his paints out and doing some landscape painting by the window. 

It was a peaceful Sunday. 

A loud yelp came from the hallway, Regulus jumped in shock and spilled his tea over himself and the newspaper. 

The voice laughed, seeing what had happened, and walked over, jumping onto the sofa and laying down with a sigh.

“Hello Reggie!”

“Sirius. Why are you here?” He gritted his teeth.

Sirius stood up, stretching, “Brunch.”

“I’m not cooking you brunch.”

“That is not what I meant. I’m taking you out for brunch with a couple of my mates!”

“I deline the offer, I’m rather busy today.”

Sirius grinned, “Doing what? Spilling tea on yourself?”

“That was your fault! I didn’t expect anyone to come into my house! How do you even have a key?”

Sirius’ grin widened, “I’m a magician.”

Regulus sighed, getting up to clean himself up, “Can you poof out of here then? I’m not going to brunch with you.”

Sirius sat back on the sofa, “Go clean yourself up then, I’ll wait for you here and then we’ll go out for brunch.”

“It’s like you don’t hear a word I say”, Regulus muttered, throwing his wet t-shirt at Sirius as he walked to his bedroom to change.

[bomberqueen17]

encouraging

Last night I got very mildly high (a really great thing about being middle-aged in this new era of legal weed is that it's really easy to get very consistent and reliable gummies with very consistent and reliable doses of THC so you can get yourself very mildly stoned, not enough to freak out or like lose time or anything, just enough to be Altered and take a little mini-vacation from your own brainweasels, and wake up refreshed the next day instead of hung-over) and scrolled Tumblr until I saw that post about multi-vortex "dead man walking" tornadoes again, and that got me to go search up the one they mentioned by name and then go into a wikipedia spiral about destructive multi-vortex tornadoes. (The post, shockingly, isn't totally accurate, but isn't like. wrong-wrong. For the record though the dead man walking bit of the tornado wasn't as deadly as the just wall-of-black that came later.)

And actually while it was terrifying to see what kind of destruction the weather can wreak, it was kind of... encouraging. Reading the accounts of historical storms and more recent ones, there's this throughline of learning, of new regulations and guidelines, of science being done. The old historic tornadoes, not only were the casualties high, but the aftermath horrible, people missing, fires wiping out survivors, local economies irrevocably destroyed. The newer tornadoes, often the weather itself was more severe, but there are fewer and fewer casualties, better warnings and advice from meteorologists, better government response. I didn't track any of my sources on this and I've closed the window so I'd stop reading about it, but I read with interest about how in 1991 a news team sheltered under an overpass during a scary but relatively weak tornado, and broadcast footage of this, and then in a much stronger early-2000s tornado, a number of people were killed sheltering under highway overpasses, and then by the 2010s the advice to avoid highway overpasses had become common knowledge, and people are no longer being killed this way. (Also I finally had my question answered, having been on the Thruway during a tornado warning: why not shelter under an overpass? Well! Because of fluid dynamics. Just as water pressure intensifies when going through a sudden narrowing in a pipe, so too does wind going through a narrower space, so if you're hiding in that narrow space you are gonna get sucked out of it. So if you find yourself out in the open, do not shelter under a bridge or overpass! Shelter instead in a ditch if you can find one, or a hollow in the ground, something open to the sky so the wind will not intensify passing through it. Now You Know. ok fine I reopened the tab to cite this: NOAA's page on this topic)

Another one was a storm in the 20s where several of the casualties were farmers out in their fields, taken unawares. Normally farmers are weather-savvy, the article said, and would know to shelter from storms, but this tornado had an unusual appearance, and took them by surprise. Contrast that to later storms, where mobile radars were deployed, where meterologists and broadcasters had protocols already in place, where local inhabitants knew to listen and knew how to respond-- there are still instances of bad advice, like an Oklahoma TV weatherman telling people to get in their cars and evacuate which led to gridlock on the local highway which would have resulted in hundreds of casualties save for the tornado missing that area, but mostly people know now what to do. The casualties are much sparser, and many of them now are, instead of people making fatal mistakes, instead people doing the right thing but the storm just being too powerful. (No less tragic, but I suppose it's slightly less heartbreaking to know it was just bad luck and not also poor information.)

And you see examples like in 2011 the 12 oil rig workers, who sheltered in the change house, which due to new information about tornadoes had been built with tie-downs, which nearly failed but did not and all twelve souls were spared, and the company improved construction of future change houses as tornado shelters based on this information.

Anyway, it was a weird thing to fixate on for the evening but in the end it did leave me with a feeling of hopefulness. Like, this is a thing where science and good government actually can concretely improve outcomes.

Let's not extend our worry into climate change making all this worse, just yet, and leave it at this.

LOL this is so poorly cited I'm turning reblogs off, and hopefully I'm done obsessing about tornadoes for a lil bit now. Well, we'll see if that resolution sticks, I reopened tabs to put in at least minimal citations here and haven't closed them yet.

[woodsfae]

B5 S03E19 Grey 17 Is Missing previous episode - table of contents

I'm not sure how this episode is going to go, because prior to this I have always watched B5 high (I started this saga while taking hydrocodone pain meds I was allergic to post-wisdom teeth removal) or sober (which I quickly stopped doing, because the recaps were a dry and stale recounting of the plot in a most unpleasant way), but now I can't have THC for awhile (pre-op instructions for what will hopefully be my last surgery for awhile) and so I am experimenting with liveblogging while tipsy. 

So far I thimk that tipsy b5 blogging may be the era of run-on sentences. play video. 

Harry Sanders says in response to the question "are you a telepath,": "sure." 

I am guessing that Mr Sanders is not a telepath. But I am a huge fan of people fucking with Zack Allen. Queer icon Harry Sanders tries to flirt his way into the job. sadly, he fails.

Unnamed maintenance worker gets sucked into a maintenance tunnel with random wires trailing out of it. That probably won't be relevant later :)

Someone, I am assuming Sinclair, spoke of Delenn "with great reverence" to his Minbari friend regularly. I LOVE THAT OMG. *shipping intensifies* 

Harlan Ellison consulted on this one, too?? That's so cool. My Eepectations just went up. Minbari With The Nose thinks that Delenn should take over as Ranger One. Are they going out of their way to not say his name? 

Calling a gun with bullets a slugthrower is a pretty amusing thing to share with Star Wars. I once read a crossover fic where Han Solo (iirc) went on smuggling runs to B5 to pick up kyber crystals, which the B5 people have been using for mere data storage. 

"I swear it's like the Centauri triangle in there - something's always going wrong."

I only support Garibaldi's casual racism because actually, everything IS always going wrong with the Centauri....but has the Bermuda Triangle myth been supplanted with a centauri space equivalent?? And what makes it a triangle in 3d space?

Stephen Franklin is looking rough. Withdrawl. Withdrawal? Sad plotline. Space AA is not my favorite plotline. Also, Mr Dr Franklin, maybe don't compain about people following you around when you haven't even left Babylon Five???? That's a cry for help if ever I saw one in metaphor. If you wanna be alone like...barter some medical attention for a ride to an abandoned planetoid. 

Gray 17 is a level of b5? Cool. I thought it was going to be a person that disappeared. And it is several of them at least. But there's also thirty official grey levels but only 29 accessible. I like it. 

Delenn looks extra pretty today. 

Why does this Minbari know about siren songs? Convergent cultural evolution, or does this guy like Earth ancient-greek sailor myths? 

It's genuinly hilarious (and apropos) for a Minbari Ranger to think it pollutes the rangers for humans to be admitted. This warrior class Minbari thinks it's heretical for Delenn-of-the-clerics to consider taking command of the Rangers, which he thinks are the rightful domain of the warrior caste. 

hm. Where'd he go. That won't come up later, either. 

Garibaldi is leaning into one of his strengths: investigation. He's counting the seconds the elevator takes between Grey levels. Grey  like the grey council, or pure coincidence?

ALSO. no minbari has killed another minbari for a thousand years?? I find that very hard to believe. Domestic violence? manslaughter?? What kind of statistical fuckery are they employing to make that something Delenn can say without winking??

Delenn: "I want your word that you will not tell [Sheridan] about [the warrior class dick threatening to kill me]. Your. Word." 

*cue Lennier hinting unsubtly about Delenn's life being in danger*

I did not expect Level 17 Grey to come up. Where is the missing number if Grey 17 is missing, it goes to Grey 30, but there's only 29 levels? This mystery is deeper than I expected it to be!

 The missing floor, once Garibaldi rules-lawyers the lift into stopping there, is trashed. And it says Grey 17 in a different place than the other floors. AND there's what looks like a technical diagram for a trash can where the other floors have their designation signs. Idk what this means, but it's a data point!! 

Well. I would drop kick that puppet if it talked to me on a trashed level. But Michael Garibaldi let it DART him. like a SCHMUCK. Don't let it do that. hit the follow button for more HOT TIPS FROM MICHAL. (pronounced like McCalll, not like Michael).

Lennier!!!! YES HE IS TELLING SOMEONE. But not Sheridan. Love his rules-lawyering. Super cute. My guy. Lancelot (purely platonic version).

I would kiss Lennier all over his sweet face. And he would not like it. I am sure. 

Garibaldi has recovered-ish from his darting of unknown substance. FUCK THAT PUPPET. burn it with fire or smth. 

Who is this council of lost persons?? Jim Henson's dream?????!

"My name is Jeremiah. Welcome to the end of the world." 

YES PLEASE. This is good plot, and I like it. 

Delenn is really beautiful this episode. I think the red/blue rich, saturated colors particularly flatter her. But she is always unfairly pretty and generally lickable.

Delenn's mother entered the sisters of valeria soon after Delenn was born, and she's only seen her twice. TWICE. And Delenn's father died ten years ago. She does not mention siblings. How old is Delenn? If it isn't a plot-relevant spoiler, please let me know if you know it. 

Her thoughts on missing her father are both relatable and wistful. It made me thoughtful about the same topic. 

Jeremiah says the reason the Minbari almost defeated the humans in the war was because the Minbari are closer to the truth than humans. AND we have learned that the people on Grey Level 17 is because they hacked the system and detached themselves from the rest of B5. Isolationists being isolationist on a tiny little level of a space station is illogical and funny and very, very human.

The Minbari offended by Delenn running the Rangers is called Neroon! That's super familiar and I think I've met him before. He says "During the war I killed fifty thousand of you....what's one more?" Well my dude. I bet you didn't kill fifty thousand humans in one-on-one combat. And I'm gonna go ahead and bet on Marcus's staff-fighting prowess over his. 

GET 'IM MARCUS.

This is a well-choreographed and filmed staff fight. 

Jeremiah on Grey Level 17 actually is super aligned with Delenn's philosophy on the universe. But is far more freaky about the practical side of the philosophy. tbh. I think Jeremiah did LSD one too many times. 

Garibaldi isn't super serious about his threat because his choke hold lacks a fulcrum...Jeremiah could break it anytime he liked if he knew how to identify what wrestling hold he was in....signed...someone whose father wrestled in highschool and taught them from a young age to identify and break choke holds by neck-feel....

GO MARCUS GO GET NEROON. 

Neroon: "Why? You must have known you could not win....so why do it?" Marcus: "For [Delenn]. [...] In Valen's name." 

LANCELOT MOVE OVER, GALAHAD HAS ARRIVED

Jeremiah: "Listen. Listen. The only way out is-is to find a purity of thought. A purity of belief! That is the door! The door of the mind." 

Hm. This dude is craycray. And his further speech does nothing to dispel the notion. What is screeching?? 

If Sinclair was Entil'Zha, wthen what was this Minbari Ranger going to designate Delenn?

Damn it, Neroon lives. Bring! Back! Galahad! fuck u neroon. You don't deserve a capitalized proper noun name.

wtf is this thing hunting on level 17 grey?? I don't recognize its silhouette. 

Michael Garibaldi (paraphrased): HOW DO WE HURT THIS THING??? *looks at .38 bullets in hand*

Me, reliving my misspent youth: IF YOU GRAB THE SHELL OF THOSE .38s WITH PLIERS THEN HIT THE PRIMER WITH A BALLPEEN HAMMER U CAN SHOOT IT

(yes I did this shit for fun as a child and I am EXTREMELY LUCKY I did not have a mishap of a permanent injury variety)

hmm. Garibaldi sorta used my childhood fun trick but with a pipe to protect his fragile hands.. UNLIKE ME AND MY PLAIN PLIERS AND HAMMER

Neroon kicked Marcus's ass but Marcus is going to recover -a relief. But Neroon!! FUCK OFF. 

"you are more noble than I" - Neroon (paraphrased)

THAT'S A GALAHAD MOVE. psych. Marcus got you with his ideological purity and ironic wit!!

The murderous thing on Grey level 17 was a "zarg." OK. Please, if it isn't spoilery, remind me what that is. 

This episode feels a bit more disjointed than they usually are, but I liked it. And fuck Neroon!!! Get behind Delenn or shut the fuck up. 

*a perfectly good episode. but also. GET BEHIND DELENN OR STFU!!

onward

[thecomfywriter]

📽️Clickbait Title Tag Game 📽️

Heyyo! I'm a bit late sorrryyyyy

Anyway! I got tagged in this by a few people. Shoutout to @the-letterbox-archives @the-golden-comet @drchenquill and @theink-stainedfolk. I'm finally on it. And boy oh boy... yall better buckle in for this. I'm going to do ALL my wips. Even the ones that are still in the hiatus drafts

So, without further ado... Let's get into it

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Throne of Vengeance (ToV):

Volume 1:

getting emotionally attached to a literal mass murderer (oopsies! 🥰)

Volume 2:

watch me enter my villain arc 😀 (these are the consequences of my actions)

Light of the Flame Series (LotF):

CoS:

accidentally becoming an accomplice to murders i (technically) didn't commit (SOS)

GotN:

emotionally neglected child goes rogue and conquers an entire enemy territory

EoJ:

spiralling into my ✨insanity era ✨ because a serial killer killed my mother and now i want revenge

MotT:

oops! i accidentally stole the throne from my older sisters

SoC:

oh no! the nation i abandoned ended up as a warzone!

LotF:

literally gambling with the gods to save my best-friend-who-im-totally-not-in-love-with (trust me)

The Chronicles of Elayza (CoE):

tSS:

STORYTIME! i got drunk and ended up in the middle of a pirate conspiracy

tLW:

help! i'm stuck in the middle of the monster-ridden ocean (they made me WALK the PLANK)

tAV:

washing up on an island filled with beautiful women... what could go wrong (spoiler alert: EVERYTHING)

tBC:

getting eaten by a whale and kidnapped by a bunch of mermen (life hates me)

tHC:

escape a hospital with me! (i have 32 stab wounds and should be on bed rest)

tFO:

reuniting with my ex-best friend who stabbed me 32 times (EMOTIONAL)

P:

watch me get an exorcism! (i'm being possessed by the god of chaos)

The Inkarnyus Series (TIS):

E1:

i'm technically a tyrant, but i've brainwashed everyone int thinking i'm a good person

E2V1:

help! i've been isekai'd into a literal hellhole nation right before my finals!

E2V2:

my older sister's sexy bodyguard might like me back-- what should i do? 😜

E3V1:

embarrassing myself on live television so no one can foce me to become a princess

E3V2:

so... i'm a princess. now what?

E3V3:

someone pissed me off so not only did i wage war against them, but i... got engaged?

E4V1:

yup. i knew it was too good to be true

E4V2:

waging war on my fiancé because he fumbled the bag

E5V1:

i lost... the battle! but i won the WARRRR, BITCHESSS

E5V2:

all my exes in a ballroom together-- who do i dance with (btw, i'm married)

E5V3:

my sister-in-law might hate me... idk (she tried to kill me 4 times now)

The Adventures of Neha and Serina (AoNaS):

B1:

bullying a supervillain and gaslighting a sailor into thinking i'm a mermaid

B2:

enacting my plan for reverse-colonization (it actually worked???)

B3:

STORYTIME! my sister got abducted by a sadistic octopus! 💀🐙

B4:

trying to escape a time loop (HARD MODE)

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Okay phew! that was long, but fun :)

Bro, i should've been a 2016 youtuber frfr. LOOK AT THOSE TITLES

Gorgeous.

ANYWAY... Per usual, i'll be tagging the TCW crew and the last 10 people that interacted with my posts. If you want to be added to the TCW tag list, interact with this post here.

TCW Tags List:

@lunaeuphternal @the-golden-comet @renasdoodles

@drchenquill @zackprincebooks @wyked-ao3 @satohqbanana

@toragay-writing @the-letterbox-archives @kind-lion

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Last 10 people to interact: *

*i really hope yall are actually writeblrs. something, i can't tell because there is a lot of writing reblogs, but not a lot of wip content??? so ignore this if you're not actually a writer who wants to share their own work! :)

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Happy Writing!

[tommybowefuneralattendee]

14, 24, 44 for the weird asks, boo

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

if thc gummies do not count, i genuinely don't know if i have an answer. i'm not really a big non-chocolate candy girlie, i don't know. it usually hurts my teeth, so i just avoid. if thc gummies do count, though, the 25mg green apple from owlslee, most definitely.

24. favorite crystal?

amethyst, though the ones i wear on the every day basis are rose quartz and opal. i wear the rose quartz with red heavy outfits and the opal with blue heavy outfits. i used to wear an amethyst set all the time, but i lost one of the earrings and integrated the necklace into one of my altars (i'm a home and hearth practitioner and i was incorporating a gift from my best friend for ritual purposes, anyway), so i only wear the earring sometimes when i mismatch the earrings in my second holes.

44. favorite scent for soap?

for body soaps, i'm in my vanilla era atm!! vanilla is my neutral, and then an old spice scent is my masc. if hand soap, i like milk and honey. it's very homey to me.

[moderndavetherapy]

Perfection

Remember Covid?

The whole world shifted and life as we knew it changed with the introduction of this new virus. Wearing masks, cashing stimulus checks, and getting furloughed was the new status quo. The impact Covid had upon society was just as big if not bigger than it had on an individual person. Take that it in....

Covid-19. The latest plague that could weaken your well-being, take away your taste, ruin your respiratory system, and lose your life. Not only could you be killed, but you were guaranteed to be changed at a minimum. The way it altered society was off the charts. Schooling, working, grocery shopping, eating, and simply living were all affected in a negative way. From being deemed vital to finding out you lost your career were two sides of a coin flip that even the most degenerate bettors couldn't quench.

Even though we live in an era filled with scientific and technological advancements beyond the average brain, the human race just can't seem to dodge or dismantle physical and mental illness. These cancers and curses spread like a wildfire, burning up the entire family tree making it its destiny to reach your soul. Three cups of asthma, half a cup of depression, one teaspoon of hypertension and a dash of bipolar is the recipe for one David carbonara.

Lately, theres been one "bug" thats been doing more destruction than Hitler during Nazi Germany. That would be the infection of perfection...

There's got to be at least one asshole thinking, "I can't wait to hear about this privileged white fool's first world problem of not getting the CEO promotion or getting a new Tesla cyber truck in the wrong color." Touche', but hear me out...

Somewhere during the times when I was wee lad, we got a few things twisted and I've been tangled ever since. Ma always said, "Just do your best and everything will be alright." From exquisite performances across all avenues of my life: piano recitals, baseball diamonds, classrooms, laboratories, and damn near everywhere I've been, success has been found with an absence of happiness.

I remember being twelve years old walking away from my favorite place on earth, the little league baseball field. I thought there was a chance I'd be on Sportscenter the next day, after a starstruck performance of going 3-3, 3 HR 6RBI. The ugliest part about the statline was we didn't win the game. As I walked towards my mom's grey honda civic with my three homerun balls in hand, all I could think about was what I could have done different to change the outcome of the game. Instead of celebrating the best game of my life, I played out thousands of scenarios from separate timelines in which the win would've been obtained.

Alright alright, instead of reliving some childhood memories let's take a look at something a little more recent. I took my last job in the cannabis industry as an extraction technician. Essentially my job was to transform flower into various concentrates and my motto was, "Fire in, fire out." I remember my first run, tightening the bolts of a steel column that I just filled with fresh frozen material. My new boss gave me the standard parameters for their system, but I had some other ideas in mind. I'll never forget the liquid gold that poured like honey out of the collection column into the glass baking sheet. I found my favorite metal spatula and started whipping the eventual badder, imagining I was on Hell's Kitchen being watched by Gordon Ramsey. After all post processing was completed and all solvents were purged, it turned into a waiting games as the testing facility diagnosed the samples to determine the results. After four days, I was called into the lab director's office and was interrogated like I was on trial. After learning I had produced one of the best products the company had every seen (one that won the 2020 Jack Herer Cup for Best Sativa Concentrate) I spent more time focusing on the flaws, rather the success. I ignored the obscenely high terpene and THC % results and complained about the slight dryness of the product. Instead of accepting the praise and compliments from coworkers, all that ran through my mind was what could be perfected.

I get it, to some, it may some come off like I'm bitching about minor imperfections. Some kids never get to play organized sports and some adults never get a choice in the careers. That's not the point I'm trying to make. There have been numerous success stories of my life that have resulted in dismay, due to misconstruing trying my best for perfection.

As kids, we are urged to shoot for the stars and strive for greatness. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. My favorite athlete is and always will be Kobe Bryant. He didn't win every championship, or even make every clutch shot, but I love him most for his work ethic and mentality. Kobe once said, "I was chasing perfection and excellence, even though I knew I will probably never catch it." I can understand that nobody is or ever will be perfect, but I struggle with accepting it.

Something still hasn't fully clicked between understanding and accepting. I'm not trying to defy gravity or take over the world, but I can't help but think I could've done better in every situation. This nightmare in my overanalytical mind, that runs like Usain Bolt, has led to countless sleepless nights. These sleepless nights allow the infection to spread like a cancer that slowly deteriorates my dreams. It's almost a paradox in itself. Why strive for perfection, when it can never be obtained? Why practice a craft that can never be perfected? The answer is plain and simple...because we can.

The infection of perfection has slowly loosened its' grip upon my throat and I've been able to let out a gasp of relief. I'm not only embracing, but ACCEPTING, that one can perform their best and still make countless mistakes. Most importantly...ITS ALRIGHT! It's fine to keep up with hobbies and activities that you enjoy doing, even if you're not very good at them. We are slowly getting in the habit of being happy knowing that I did everything I could, even if the results are not what we desire. I can go to sleep in peace at night, knowing I didn't execute perfectly. The infection of perfection has enabled me to put forth extraordinary efforts and a work ethic that cannot be learned. I am thankful for that aspect.

Chasing perfection can lead one to new heights and even make the world a better place. Imagine the world without Steve Jobs or Stanley Kubrick. This mindset allowed these two to reach new levels of success. As I've learned more about who I am, I know I will continue the never-ending chase of perfection...

The only difference is that I will now acknowledge my flaws and simply move past them in acceptance, rather than dwell in a fictitious reality I've deemed the Infection of Perfection.

[writeraven]

A SERIES OF UNRELATED EVENTS

A Series of Unrelated Events (formerly known as A Snitch in Time) is a collection of shorts based on the Wizarding World by J. K. Rowling. Most works were originally written for various online contests and challenges. All stories are standalone and self-contained unless otherwise stated. Each story is categorized by the era of its setting.

TAGS: [ ravenael. » A Series of Unrelated Events ]

LINKS: [ Tumblr » Fandom | AO3 » Collection, Series ]

STATUS: Irregular; 4 collections.

FANDOMS: Wizarding World » Harry Potter | Fantastic Beasts.

GENRES: Omnibus, Collection, Flashfic, Shorts, Experimental.

WARNING — All media under the Wizarding World franchise (Harry Potter novels, Fantastic Beasts films) contain dark and mature themes. See respective works for details.

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM.

A Phoenix-tastical Encounter [ THC | Newt, OC | Epistolary ]

A Show of Ice and Fire [ THC | Goldstein Sisters | Adventure ]

Once Bitten, Twice Shy [ HPFC | Queenie/Jacob | Romance ]

THE MARAUDERS.

The Lost Diary of Lily J. Potter [ THC | Lily/James | Epistolary ]

Who Killed Crooked Robin? [ Arthur, OC | CW: Murder Mystery ]

THE GOLDEN TRIO.

Bill Weasley and the Deathly Dilemma [ THC | Bill, OC | Dark Comedy ]

Boxception [ THC | Alice/Frank, Neville | CW: Mental Insanity ]

Summer Daze [ THC | Ron | CW: Time Loop ]

Winter in the Burrow [ HPFC | Romione | Gift Fic ]

NEXT GENERATION.

Goodbye, My Love [ THC | Arthur/Molly | CW: Character Death ]

Inkspiration [ THC | OC | CW: Language ]

Jealousy [ HPFC | Harry & James Sirius | Family ]

Quidditch Quirk Times [ THC | Ginny, OC | CW: Political Satire ]

Third Time is the Charm [ THC | Scorose | Romance ]

Where the Legacy Ends [ THC | Hinny | Retrospective ]

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DISCLAIMERS.

WIZARDING WORLD (HARRY POTTER; FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM) © J. K. ROWLING; WARNER BROS. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[callum-hunt-is-bisexual]

people who love hozier would love the heir chronicles

[dankusner]

Dallas residents to vote on decriminalizing pot

Voters will make choice on reforms on Nov. 5

Dallas residents will have a say in November if weed can be decriminalized in the city.

The Dallas City Council voted on Aug. 14 to place a marijuana decriminalization proposal on the ballot for the Nov. 5 election.

This measure, known as the Dallas Freedom Act, is part of an effort by Texas cannabis advocates to reform local cannabis policies.

If passed, it would decriminalize the possession of small amounts of marijuana for adults.

Nonprofit social justice advocacy group Ground Game Texas started the petition to decriminalize weed.

They submitted petitions with nearly 50,000 signatures from Dallas residents.

A minimum of 20,000 signatures was required to be considered for the ballot.

Here is what the Dallas Freedom Act is proposing:

What is the Dallas Freedom Act?

The petition for the 'Dallas Freedom Act' proposes that police stop writing tickets or making arrests for less than 4 ounces of marijuana.

Currently, possessing 2 to 4 ounces is a class A misdemeanor that can carry a one-year jail term,

and having under 2 ounces is a class B misdemeanor that can carry a 180-day sentence.

Other notices in the proposal include:

Dallas police shall not consider the odor of marijuana or hemp to constitute probable cause for any search or seizure, except in the limited circumstances of a police felony investigation. Unless and until a binding act of a state or federal court requires otherwise, the Dallas Police Department shall not make any arrest or issue any citation for Class A or Class B misdemeanor marijuana possession, except in the limited cases described by this policy.

No city funds or personnel shall be used to request, conduct or obtain tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) testing of any cannabis-related substance to determine whether the substance meets the legal definition of marijuana under state or federal law, except (a) for purposes of toxicology testing to ensure public safety or (b) the investigation of a violent felony offense. How close was the Dallas City Council vote for the Dallas Freedom Act? Dallas Ci ty Council approved placing the Dallas Freedom Act on the November general election ballot on an 11-4 vote.

According to The Dallas Morning News, Council Members Adam Bazaldua, Chad West, Zarin Gracey and Omar Narvaez expressed their support for the marijuana decriminalization measure. West, who introduced the measure in June, said it was a necessary change for the city. 'Established data shows that our current antiquated, prohibition-era marijuana laws have a disproportionate impact on Black and brown people,' he said. Dallas Police Chief Eddie Garcia told elected officials that abandoning the current marijuana policy would not be in the city’s best interest. ' In my opinion 4 ounces is not a small amount, or for personal use,' Garcia said in a KERA article. 'Per my narcotics unit, the typical illegal purchase for personal use, from a drug dealer in the city of Dallas … is about two to three dime bags.

[speakingagain]

I am 24 years old. So far, being in my 20's I have learned quite a bit. First off, you think you know anything about life, you're wrong. Especially when you are just becoming an adult.

Second, your 20's will not be the best years of your life. Literally everyone lied about it. Being an adult sucks, and it doesn't get better. You just learn to manage it better.

Your 20's are just your era to actually figure out what you're going to do with your life and who you are as a person.

Here's what I have learned so far about life and myself:

1) Coffee is my addiction and I have no plans on getting rid of it. If I could, I'd replace my blood with a cold brew.

2) I'm worth more than I have ever thought, and I only learned this because others valued me less than I should have been.

3) Milk is expensive. Gas is expensive. Paint is expensive. Existing is expensive.

4) No matter how appealing it is to hit someone, I would NOT thrive in jail. Even if they deserve it.

5) I have serious issues letting go of things. Physically, or emotionally. I hold grudges. And I keep shit I don't need. I actually have an entire box of shit from people I hate that I refuse to get rid of purely because I want to burn it, but I have no way of doing that safely unless I go up to my family cabin which is a hour away and has other members of my family there pretty much all the time and I'm not about that.

6) I want to be an extrovert but I genuinely hate people and I don't think that will ever change.

7) I got drunk and ate an edible once before a work Christmas party for a job I got laid off from a week before and went as a plus one for someone. Apparently people were highly concerned about me because I was talking so much.

8) People genuinely don't give a shit about what you're doing. More often than not, they find you amusing or slightly annoying. And they go on about their day. Do the weird thing you love, because it makes you happy. Even if you get weird stares. It's worth it.

9) I like cleaning and having things clean. But I hate having to clean. Having a clean space has scientific research behind it, stating that it helps improve your mental state. Do I know this very well? Yup. Do I actually keep my shit clean? Hell no.

10) Your mom will tell you that you're an adult and don't need a mother anymore and then when she wants you to do something you don't want to do, she will say, "I am your mother" to get you to do it.

11) My mom is the coolest person ever because she will vape THC with me (medical purposes duh) before bed and then sit on the balcony and laugh and giggle while staring at the stars with me. It is one of my favorite things to do with her and I really hate the fact that winter doesn't allow that.

12) Your shitty job that doesn't pay you a livable wage genuinely doesn't give a fuck about you. You can get better jobs with little to no experience that pay you well and offers decent benefits. Just quit applying to anything that focuses on customer service and the like.

13) Everyone is dead inside in Walmart. Everyone.

14) Promoting people who are being rude in stores (looking at you Karen) to use their words and ask for what they need is either going to get them to behave like an adult or royally piss them off. Either way, it's hilarious.

15) If you're starting off with nothing and money is tight, the dollar store has literally everything required to start up your kitchen.

15a) do not buy a can opener from the dollar store. It will break every time you use it. Spend a few extra bucks and go to Walmart or target.

15b) thrift stores sells random bundles of kitchen ware for like $2. I once found a $400 set of kitchen knives for $8 that just needed sharpened and CAME WITH THE SHARPENER.

16) If you can't afford to do something nice for yourself every once in a while like go get your nails done or a new pair of sneakers or whatever floats your boat, buy yourself that nice expensive toilet paper. Your booty deserves the best and it's relatively cheap compared to the other things you can't afford but love.

17) You can work on improving yourself, even if you don't have a therapist. Start asking yourself the hard questions you don't want to answer.

19) It is okay to be upset. It is okay to be angry. It is okay to be sad. It is okay to express them. What isn't okay, is forcing everyone to feel your emotions and make them everyone else's problems.

20) I have no idea what I'm doing most of the time, and I'm not sure I will ever really know but it's a vibe.

21) Remember to relax your shoulders and your jaw.

22) I am actually a pretty good looking person, but I prefer to be comfy and wear 'unflattering' things than to cater to other people's images of beauty.

23) Space heaters are way cheaper than using gas to heat your home. Electricity is cheaper than gas. Candles can also be used to heat but aren't as effective, but can be used if you have no power.

24) know your tenant laws. Record every conversation with your landlord, or office people anywhere you rent. They will screw you over just because they assume you don't know your rights. They differ for each state but they are there to protect you from sleezy landlords. Which is 99.99% of landlords.

25) Feeling crappy? Make sure your basic needs have been met. Food, water (not coffee), hygiene, sleep, and attention. That will probably solve your problem.

I had a whole point to this post today. I don't remember what it was at this point. Stay safe y'all, and take care of yourself ❣️

[plasma-tree]

god id have been so much more necessary if it was like 98 of the common era because my brain can't tell the difference between THC and DMT (as in my brain reads THC as "DMT"/"DMT-adjacent" which explains why i have such varied responses to diff strains of weed maybe?) it and also i'm painfully autistic

every day it'd be like

Caerlogge The Red: "whats the vibe todee shaman lass" Shaman Lass (me): "foul. am no goan oot in that." Caerlogge The Red: "ya fuckin weapon. ye heard her lads, we arnt goan back oot todee, vibes are fouled"

and i'd be right because idk it'd rain or there'd be some big animal out around the village that someone manages to scare off or hunt down and they'd be like WOAAAAAHHH SHE'S FUCKIN ON ET LADS!!!! and then i'd die of Bones Are Too Soft disease anyways as the gods intended me to and be buried with relics made of animal bone.

anyways the THC/DMT thing is wild i hit my dab pen 6 times and i think im about to die. like nothing bad is happening but i'm confident i'm about to die

[liminalnafaza]

it is the 15th of january, i have my natural face-shape back in order, and i'm sitting on my 140x200 cm bed in east Berlin.

as i was looking at Moby's meditation corner in his LA house, while reading an online interview, i got excited by the thought that soon i'll have a similar corner; one which has light, and where the trees peek into the room through the window. that thought made me instantly calm, for a second.

the past month was filled with love for lukas, a strong pull, a growing bond which is emerging inside of me. his smell kept changing in my nostrils, each day it became sweeter. one night gifted us many realizations, that i thank a very nicely prepared THC cacao. it opened a new portal for us: one which isn't polluted by our pasts, preconceptions of who we are, for ourselves and to each other.

i saw him anew, vividly and sharply- so much, that i felt nervous to talk and move. the excitement grew within me, and i felt the butterflies. lukas seemed like a new man, someone i barely know, someone i feel highly attracted to.

i wish to be refreshed every day, and even though i know that such a thing isn't possible at all times- even at most times, this experience gave me so much inspiration and want. there is a strong want to work on being in the present moment, to cleanse myself from all the filters that have integrated themselves in me over time, and to love with no boundaries.

i won't allow the past to influence my present, and i want to be aware of my rights: of my lucks and blessings. i have a love so precious, one which is hard to grasp. perhaps i keep putting it in categories, seeing it through filters and lenses, subconsciously, because i cannot grasp the immensity of it. i feel like if i did, i'd just be in awe at all times, like a kid who sees the ocean for the first time.

he said that perhaps it's easier like this; and that he is doing this because it makes it easier. however, i don't want things to be easy, i want them to be lively, exciting, jaw-dropping, wild, intimidating. there's so much vitality within us, and i don't want to be a force of anti-life.

in theory, there's so much to process, but in practice, i don't know how to even start doing so. to be honest, i feel out of touch with my spiritual side, practices, growth-work. on the other hand, i don't feel quite comfortable in the physical world either: a video i watched recently made me aware of the meaning of the discomfort i feel in my chest. it means fear. i feel insecure and fearful in the physical world, questioning my every move, decision, purchase, doings, thoughts. i make my life so complicated and stressful for no apparent reason.

it is mid January, and i will be marrying in a month. i cannot believe that it will happen so soon, and the amount of emotions i will feel. that will mark the beginning of a new journey, a new era: even though it already started. then, it will become tangible. then, we know, that we move on together.

i miss lukas so badly. his chest brings me so much safety....comfort. warmth. love. i feel like a small puppy, held by the loveliest human existing. i am so in love.

i will be praying for a window which looks at trees for my future room in freiburg. dear universe, please give me light, trees, safety, nature, the Sun, inspiration, energy, health, creativity, love, cool people.

[yifftwiceplz]

unfortunately due to being in my villain era the nuggets are laced with thc and cyanide

[littlewalken]

Aug 22

Little pep talk things like- the tornado of thought book totally counts as a commonplace-art journal-writer's notebook thing and you will eventually fill your desire to make one of those illuminated manuscript looking things you've been wanting to do for half your life.

Because I still don't know why I get hang ups about notebooks and paper and journals and shit. There is a three foot stack of hardbound blank page books filled with drawings that go back to the Wish era.

Some of it was definitely hoarding grandmother, and thankfully I didn't spend that much time with the other parents who were so fucked up I had an aunt that I didn't know much if anything about who killed herself.

If I don't want to try anything with THC or other narcotics or hallucinogenics beyond Benadryl it's because I have at least one blood relative on each side who was mentally fucked up and there's nothing in the world that would make me want to encourage any of that.

By the grace of whatever and possibly the brain injury I passed thru the window the most severe issues would have manifested and it seems highly unlikely I'll have memory related ones.

Mostly because I seem to 'make up' memories that can't possibly be true because the gaslighter doesn't remember it like that and all my sister's problems are because I was born first and didn't have a magical relationship with her.

I had fucking DW who was encouraged to behave like that so yeah, it was all my fault.

Laundry needs to be done but might be put off depending on how my back feels. Went thru my book shelf to rid myself of anything I could find in an electronic format, or I know by know I'm just never going to get to, and there is a literal wagon full so far.

If it's a book I just want to read or want for reference etc I don't care what format it's in.

The more funky pops you have the smaller your dick looks.

[amilst]

Cannabis, Marijuana. This year’s crop is just beautiful and already six feet tall. It is the same strain as last year’s: Acapulco Gold. 

You might recall the etymology of the various names for the plant in last year’s post. “Cannabis” comes from the Scythians word “kanab” which the Greeks made into κάνναβις or kánnabis, their word for “hemp.” “Marijuana” has its origins in a Central African word “mariamba,” used by American slaves in the 1700s, which became the Spanish word “marihuana,” again meaning “hemp.” “Pot” comes from the Spanish phrase “potacion de guaya,” which is a wine or brandy used to soak Cannabis buds during the 1930s.  And “grass” comes from the thousand-year- old Hindu text Atharvaveda, in which the plant is deified as “Sacred Grass.” 

The anatomy of the plant is quite amazing and remarkably engineered. The entire flower structure is called the “cola.” If you look at the close up, you can see small pear-shaped leaves within the structure. These are called “brachts,” designed to protect the precious flowers or buds. The white threads in the flowers are the pistils and would catch the pollen from a male plant if the gardener foolishly allowed males to mix with the girls and produce seeds. The pistils should turn to a goldish brown when the season ends and the plant is ready for harvesting. The white dots are the trichomes, small hairs from the epidermis of the plant. These are heavy in THC content and keep the deer and other wildlife from attacking the plant and being too wonked out to find their way home. The flowers continue to multiply up and down the plants at the bases of the gorgeous fan leaves.

Last year and this, I grew Acapulco Gold because it was a favorite in my college dorm. It is what in tomato plants would be called an heirloom plant. It was an original strain of cannabis and is eschewed by today’s growers because the plants prefer the outside air and do not do well indoors. The stems are strong, as evidenced by the fact we have had some ferocious storms this summer and nary a leaf has been shed.

Acapulco Gold was traditionally cultivated in the Guerrero Mountains outside the city. In the seventies, no less an authority than the Oxford English Dictionary called it "a special grade of cannabis  . . . with a color of brownish gold, or a mixture of gold and green.” It has also been called "connoisseur pot," Another report from the time highlighted its "exquisite taste." 

It was the favorite strain of such luminaries as Jack Nicholson, Mick Jagger and rock photographer Paul Ferrara. Reportedly, NFL Commissioner Pete Rozelle tried it to understand if marijuana would cause problems for his players. And it was in the joint my father famously brought back for his kids when he and my mother vacationed in Acapulco.

Acapulco Gold is still an icon of the counter-culture, still being written about 60 years on. It appeared prominently in literature and film of that golden era. The 1972 novel Acapulco Gold by Edwin Corey, set in an impossible to imagine future world where marijuana would be legal, described the competition among advertising agencies to market it. Norman Spinrad’s novel Bug Jack Barron similarly described a futuristic world where the leading brand Acapulco Gold was promoted in a commercial like this:

"In the high country of Mexico evolved a savoury strain of marijuana which came to be known as Acapulco Gold in the days of the contraband trade. Prized for its superior flavor and properties, Acapulco Gold was available only to the favored few due to its rarity and the difficulties involved in importation." 

In Cheech and Chong’s classic film, Up in Smoke, Cheech says "You know like I smoke that Acapulco Gold, man," and in the duo’s debut album, he sings, "No stems no seeds that you don't need, Acapulco Gold is some badass weed."

In their debut album, the New Riders of the Purple Sage, with Jerry Garcia on the pedal steel, included a song titled “Henry.”  They sang:

Every year along about this time it all goes dry There's nothing round for love or money That'll get you high Henry got pissed off and said he'd run to Mexico To see if he could come back holdin' Twenty keys of Acapulco Gold

Now the road to Acapulco is very hard indeed And it isn't any better if you haven't any weed.