#in weed we trust

[e-pwcca]

In weed we trust

[fuck-spock]

okay some of yall are just ignoring natives at this point where is the outcry??? how loud do we have to scream? how many of us have to go missing or be found dead before you start screaming with us?

please sign the petition to let us keep our children! and educate yourself on the true history of turtle island: hint, you gotta talk to real natives to get the true story. history is written by the victors.

[ectonurites]

SUPER DARK TIMES (2017) DIR. KEVIN PHILLIPS ↳ JOSH TEMPLETON, ZACH TAYLOR, & ALLISON BANNISTER

[doyeons]

i looove how there’s some of this stuff i’m studying tht’s clicking with me and i’m looking forward to learning it and i love how i’m excited to learn more and move up to more complex subjects and i love looking forward to the social aspect of working in a science field and doing research w/ others. peace and love on planet earth

[cory-trevorson]

I just introduced my dad to Jhariah's TRUST CEREMONY through an hour long bong sesh, missionaries WISH they were on my level

[cuntrytaylor]

the more i think about it my last roommate really was the devil

[faultsofyouth]

can't decide if I want to be a gynecologist or if I want to marry one

[beemovieerotica]

who rolls the best blunts on the flying dutchman?

oh, maccus, without a doubt. dealing with jones' bullshit and managing everybody else as first mate means he smokes like a fucking chimney.

to be clear, most of the trusted mates also smoke but their blunt-rolling game is pathetic. it's probably because they only have like, 2 eyes and maybe 6 usable fingers between them. they prefer bongs.

[evildeerboy]

watched a car get tboned today bc one of them was turning left on a yellow light and didnt think the guy on the other side would speed up instead of stopping lmao

[e-pwcca]

[flatstarcarcosa]

They’ve barely had time to register the alarm ringing when Soldier Boy’s hand is clenched around their throat as he slams them into the wall.

“Who sent you?” he growls. His grip tightens, and Reese tries ineffectually to pry at his fingers.

“No one,” they gasp.

“Bullshit,” he snarls. “You show up asking very specific questions about very specific topics, and two hours later we’ve got infected inside my fucking fence?”

He bounces their head against the wall, and pulls the knife at his hip.

“Unless you want me to gut you and use what falls out as redirect bait, you better start answering,” he says.

“No one!”

“Bullshit!” he snaps again.

It’s then that he suddenly notices the emblem on the arm of their sunglasses; a small, silver V that makes him pause. His hold on them loosens.

“I- I didn’t-” says Reese.

“Close your eyes,” he says, gruffly.

Behind the black lenses, they blink.

“What?”

“Close your fucking eyes,” he snaps.

Confused, but acutely aware of the blade against their ribs, they comply. He lets go of their throat to yank the glasses of their face. Snapping the arm causes a small silver disc, roughly the size of one of the screw heads holding the frame together, to fall to the floor.

“Fucking Vought,” he hisses, before calling over his shoulder, “someone get me a pair of goddamn UV blockers!”

A moment later the uncomfortable, albeit familiar, feeling of plastic pinching the bridge of their nose and corners of their eyes settles into place.

“I liked those fucking sunglasses,” Reese snaps, opening their eyes. There’s a brief moment of disorientation as they adjust to the UV blockers. As the name implies, they block more light than glasses do, at the cost of feeling like they’re peeling the skin from your fucking face.

“Those sunglasses were bugged,” he says. He sheaths his knife, picks up a .45 from the table, and checks the magazine. “Someone’s known every move you’ve made since you bought them.”

“I didn’t,” they say. “I got them as a gift.”

He stops. “What?”

Gunshots echo faintly from outside. It’s a matter of seconds until the screaming follows them. Later, when the dead are ash and the ashes are bleached to the point of rendering the entire area lifeless for decades, he’ll find time to be pissed about several years without an outbreak getting ruined within three short hours.

“The retinal KA group, the whole reason I started on this, a bunch of us got them as gifts,” says Reese, adding, “anonymously donated.”

Soldier Boy’s lip curls.

He’d wanted to tell them they were chasing delusions, getting caught up in patterns that weren’t there, and have them fuck back off to wherever they came from. They show up with anecdotal stories and, at best, circumstantial evidence that people with reservoir conditions are disappearing at higher rates than normal people and he knows he wants nothing to do with it.

Ten minutes ago he could have confidently told them they were imagining it, but an entire group of the bastards getting an anonymous gift from Vought that’s carrying tracking devices is the kind of simple math even he can’t brush off.

The screaming begins to follow the gunshots. He passes them the .45 and crosses the room to pull another one from a weapons rack.

“You certified for that?” he asks, not really caring about the answer either way.

“Much as I can be while going blind every day,” they drawl.

“I’m gonna find where they broke through the fencing and plug the hole,” he says, pulling down a second gun.

“By yourself?” asks Reese.

“Cull whatever’s dead inside, and anyone about to be dead,” he continues, ignoring their question.

“Don’t your people need to know this, too?” they ask.

“They’re not my people,” he says sharply, adding, “and you’re the only one here who doesn’t know our outbreak protocol.”

“What?” they ask again.

Soldier Boy offers no further instructions, nor explanations. He pulls a shield from a spot closer to the door, and then kicks it open. Gunfire and screams amplify in volume, and Reese can’t help the way their gut flips in response.

They were born after the Rising. They’ve done enough field training for their weapons certifications, but it’s still not the same as a real outbreak. They blink, and Soldier Boy has disappeared into the chaos, leaving them no choice but to ready the weapon and step into it after him.

[strwbrymlkshake]

been getting a lot more into Killing lately

[snekdood]

Damn well. One of the clear ways you can tell my ex is bullshitting about me being anywhere near conservative is the fact that i get along well w the left leaning portion of my family vs the right leaning portion whomst i Do Not get along with or interact with

[bonelessmegablock]

God therapy kicked my ass this week

[flareondotcom]

I really wanna post these pics my sister took bc they're so so so funny, they make me laugh a lot

[jaythelay]

Bro legalization is utter garbage, decriminalization is the only way to go.

So both weed stores around me charge far too much, like usually it's just 10$ a gram and it goes down the more you buy, not so for dispensaries, no the price seems to go up, and the price of a gram is 14$+, then they randomly tack on 10-20$ at the end, THEN there's tax which adds ANOTHER 10-20$ depending on purchase.

While you'd think hiring stoners would be a give-in, it's not! As it turns out. Because the ones they hired at my second dispensary can't help but YELL AT EACH OTHER while I'm trying to talk with the cashier about what I wanted to purchase, the entire, fucking, time, they're yelling, neither of us can hear each other but stoner dude's not paying ANY fucking attention anyways.

Then the kicker? I'M MEDICAL. I GOT THE CARD, and yet there's STILL TAXES.

IS THERE. A FUCKING POINT. TO PURCHASING LEGAL?????

"taxes go to schools"

I'll fucking hold my breath til I'm blue til I see the reality of that, as it stands sending money to school is like sending money to a company, it ain't going to the employees, let alone the kids.

ALL this, just to say: You'll never catch me dead with a receipt for 80$ for 3.5g, medical card in hand, ever. I will, instead, go pay 55$ for 14g, from my local parent who's struggling, I assure you, that money will mean more to them than any school will actually use it for, and the weed won't be moldy.

"but slaver-"

They grow it themselves. There's no point in legalization. No fucking point at all. Decriminalize it and keep companies the fuck away from it. There is 0 REASON LEGAL WEED COSTS MORE THAN ILLEGAL WEED. For one thing illegal weed has to come from so fucking far away, or hidden in a basement, or in some ways hidden, you want to fight slavery? You tell these fucking companies to stop overcharging their moldly weed, and tell the state to not charge like a 50% tax on every fucking purchase. Don't get me started on them randomly adding fees like bro, do you really need that extra fucking dollar? Do you really expect me to believe that?