#whats a high dose for an edible?

[mukeovernetflix]

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[dragongirlbunny]

earlier today i had the thought "what is the stoned lesbian equivalent of cocomelon"

[noirapocalypto]

My edibles don’t hit as hard as they used to.

[blairwaldcrf]

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[nereidprinc3ss]

early seasons spencer and bau reader undercover at a club and it’s just like. he is so flustered but also weirdly confident and do with this what you will

in which spencer reid and BAU fem!reader have to pose as a couple at a club. she's more than a little flirty. the conversation actually gets quite suggestive. he's cute when he gets flustered.

warnings/tags: discussions of sex, reader wears a tight dress and makeup and heels, discussions of blushing but r's skin color is not implied to be light, i just needed a reason to talk about sex flush LOL, if u don't visibly blush this will still read fine

a/n: I LOVE EARLY SEASONS SPENCER X FLIRTY READER OH MY GODDD thank you for this request angel from heaven I hope you all like this as much as I do teehee

The bass buzzes through the floor and vibrates your teeth. House music has never really been your thing. Neither have tight dresses and high heels while on the job—but you’re willing to objectify yourself just a little if it will lure yet another loser who likes to chop up young couples into the awaiting arms of the American correctional system. 

Or to the wrong end of Emily's Glock. Whatever comes first.  

You scan the club—it’s not your usual scene, and you can only imagine how Dr. Reid is faring. As far as you can tell this is essentially his nightmare. It’s sensory overload central even for you. 

Your eyes catch on him at the bar, tucked away from the writhing crowd. He’s standing near the end, one arm resting on the surface while the other hand is jammed in his pocket. He seems completely unaware of the several women circling closer and closer. The whole earnest and dorky but still handsome thing seems to work well for him. Or, it would, if he had any interest in utilizing it. He’s dressed a little sharper than usual—no doubt styled by Morgan and Prentiss. Hell, the earnest dorkiness and the well fitted dark suit is working for you if nobody else. 

Sometimes he just looks… edible. 

And self-discipline doesn't always come naturally to you. 

“Doctor,” you purr in greeting, grazing the forearm propped up on the bar with white-tipped nails as you insert yourself in front of him. His fingers twitch under your light touch. 

Spencer doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes sink down your frame, sticking to every highlighted curve like you’re dripping honey. Or maybe he just doesn’t realize that you can see that’s what he’s doing. 

“Hi. You look nice.”

“Aw,” you smile, dulling the salacious edge to your voice, “you didn’t have to say that. Someone’s improvising.”

“I meant it. That dress looks nice on you,” he says, simply, and you hate his specific brand of charm because it’s not intentional. It’s not something he puts on. It comes out of nowhere and always knocks you on your ass when it hits—even in the smallest doses. His eyes narrow and he leans closer. You can feel the energy rippling around him like a force field as he examines you. “You’re wearing more makeup than you normally do.”

“Do you like it? Penelope ordered the wrong shade of blush and gave it to me. Supposedly it’s meant to make me look like I just had an orgasm. I don’t know if I believe it.”

Much to your disappointment, Spencer leans back, scanning the crowd for your target and speaking as if he’s only half-interested. 

“That’s not what you would look like. Sex flush deepens the color of your entire face and chest, not just your cheeks.”

Your brows knit as you contend with unwelcome butterflies. 

“Buy me a drink before you start telling me what I’ll look like after I orgasm.”

That catches his attention, and his suddenly wide eyes snap to you. If he had a drink, he’d be choking on it. 

“I wasn’t—it was a general you, I’d never—that would be inappropriate. It was. It was inappropriate. Sorry. I’m sorry.”

You lean with your back to the bar, elbows propped on black granite, and swing your hair over your shoulder. Spencer’s eyes dart back down to your décolletage and then up to the ceiling like he regrets being born. You smile wickedly. Much better. This is the way God intended for you to interact with Spencer Reid. 

“I’ll consider forgiving you. And I don’t blush. Not when I orgasm, not ever.”

Admittedly, you just want to milk the whole talking about you orgasming thing to see how pink you can make him. It’s not often you’re gifted with an opportunity to be so candid about your sexuality or flirt this unabashedly. But you are supposed to be posing as a couple. Maybe you’re just feeling extra in character. 

Instead of stumbling over his words some more, Spencer smiles with a degree of bemusement like he’s caught you in a white lie. 

His smile is so nice. His teeth are perfect, and his lips—

“Yes you do.”

Always so convinced he’s right, this one. 

It’s annoying. And kind of hot. 

“Uh, I promise you I do not.”

“Everyone blushes. It's a sympathetic nervous system activation response wherein blood rushes to your face. Your blood vessels dilate when you get flustered or anxious. Your face gets hot and your undertone changes.”

You raise your brows. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was challenging you. 

“Yeah? Wanna bet?”

“Actually, no,” he mutters, losing any bravado and casting his eyes downward subserviently. “You have a habit of proving me wrong.”

“That’s right,” you gloat, smiling wide. Someone bumps into you, and you turn around, highly unprofessional insult locked and loaded—but it’s just a drunk girl who apologizes and stumbles off. The encounter does, however, remind you that you’re supposed to be finding a killer. “Do you think this is the best positioning? He might not be able to find us way over here.”

“You think we should move?”

You look back at him and nod, holding your hand out. He looks at it uncertainly. You waggle your fingers and infuse your words with sugar. 

“Oh, come on. I don’t want to lose you. And we’re supposed to look like a couple, remember?”

Gingerly he accepts your hand. His is bigger than you’d have thought. Not nearly as freezing as your own perpetually are. It occurs to you as you grab his hand that his bone structure really is bigger than yours. He’s… tall. He is, at the end of the day, a real life adult man. His presence is palpable behind you and you enjoy the weight of his hand in yours as you tug him through the crowd, perhaps not taking the most direct route through the throng just so you can savor being able to touch him like this for a little longer. 

Miraculously you spot an empty booth and slide into it. It’s a deep alcove, shadowy and secluded at the back. That’s where you settle, against black vinyl, and where you wave at Spencer to join you. 

He lingers at the edge of the table, glancing around at the groups of dancing and drinking young adults. 

“I don’t know. Can you even see the dance floor from back there?”

“Part of it. But I’m sure he’ll be looking in the booths for couples. He’ll come to us.”

Spencer faces you again and sighs ruefully, a begrudging smirk playing at his lips as he slides into the booth and joins you against the back wall. His side is warm against yours. He smells nice. Clean. Almost herbal, like patchouli or vetiver. 

“What? You really hate sitting next to me that much?”

Spencer’s lips part wryly before he speaks, like he almost thought better of it but decided to anyway. 

“I think you just wanted a reason to get me alone and secluded so you can finally accost me.”

Your knees bump. You lean into it. 

“Accost you? That seems harsh,” you pout, leaning toward him clandestinely to undo his top button.

“I don’t see how. You are literally trying to take my clothing off as we speak.”

“I’m just increasing your sex appeal. It’ll be good, trust me. Maybe you’ll even end up taking one of those girls from the bar home. Or—back to the hotel, I should say.”

Spencer covers your fussy hands with his own sweetly, like he can sense the true jealousy simmering underneath the sarcasm, and places them in your lap. The touch lingers.

“Are you always like this?” He murmurs, voice lower than you can recall ever hearing it and twisted into the shape of a smile. 

“Only with you, Dr. Reid. Speaking of, how about you? Do you flirt with many other FBI agents on official business?”

“Just the one. She’s kind of a full-time job.”

“Shut up. I’m basically your babysitter. If anything, I should be paid extra for dealing with you.”

“Attempting to seduce your charge seems like a bad business model. There are definitely some ethical issues there.”

His hands still rest on yours. You lace your fingers with his and speak sweetly, meeting his eyes best you can in the dark. 

“I wasn’t aware I was seducing you. Do you feel seduced?”

He’s the first to look away after a few seconds pass—pulls your hands apart gently, politely arranging them back on your lap. 

“I think you’re incorrigible and a terrible influence. In all honesty, you terrify me and more often than not I walk away from our interactions a little confused.”

You clap a hand to your heart, the bare skin revealed by your low cut dress warm under your fingers. 

“Spencer… that kind of turned me on.”

He just looks at you for a moment, a hint of a smile on his pretty face, long enough to make you feel a bit nervous. 

Then he’s leaning forward, and unconsciously so are you, almost forgetting to breath when you’re practically pressed against him in this booth and he’s whispering so low and sweet into your ear. 

“He’s watching us. Right across the floor, next to the girl in the blue dress. White button up and a leather jacket.” His hand slides over yours, fingers skimming your collarbone in the process as he interlocks your grasp once more. “Keep your hand right here and lean closer. We need to maintain his interest.”

“I don’t think I can lean any closer,” you breathe, hoping it doesn’t register as nervous as it really is. You’re supposed to be the confident one who teases him. “But if you want me to sit on your lap, just ask. I won’t say no.”

He chuckles, too loud to be amorous. It’s clearly genuine. It sounds like the way his reddened cheeks always look. It almost does more for you than the bedroom voice.

“You… you are beyond help. I don’t think you could be appropriate if your life depended on it.”

Slowly you pull back so you can look into his eyes—much closer than you normally have an excuse to. They dart wildly over your face, partially obscured by the dark which cuts shadows deep into the dramatic hollows of his bone structure. He really is so pretty. 

You glance toward the man, who’s pretending not to watch you. When you focus your attention back on Spencer, sliding your hand up the curve of his jaw, you find yourself making a dangerous wish. You find yourself wishing that you didn’t have an audience. That this wasn’t all for show. That neither of you had earpieces in.

His pulse hammers under your little finger, and his lips part slightly as he doesn’t have the wherewithal to not glance at yours. He’s so unaware of how obvious he’s being. It’s cute. 

You run the tips of your fingers through the hair in front of his ear, the one sans bluetooth, pushing it back, before leaning in close once more to whisper. 

“Good thing we’re not going for appropriate. Actually—your hands could stand to wander a little more, Dr. Reid. Let me know if you need me to tell you where to put them.”

[solisaureus]

beginner weed tips:

if you have never tried weed before, DO NOT START WITH EDIBLES. DONT DONT DONT. IM SOOOO FUCKING SERIOUS DONT DO IT!!!!

edibles seem beginner friendly cus yaaay food haha! you know food! you and food go way back. but edibles are not your friends and here’s why:

dosing is notoriously difficult. because edibles have a delayed response (depending on the kind, it can take 15 minutes to over an hour to feel the effects), people tend to think they haven’t taken enough to get high, take more, and then get TOO high (this edible ain’t shit, etc etc)

and THEN! the effects of edibles also last longer than other methods, so if you accidentally get too high, you’re fucking stuck like that for hours and probably the rest of the day. this is annoying but fine for experienced stoners, but if you’re getting high for the first time and you don’t know what to expect, it can be genuinely terrifying!!

i would recommend vaping or smoking for your first time, because you can take small hits and feel it within minutes, and the effect fades within an hour. dont be surprised if you don’t get high your first time vaping or smoking, especially if you haven’t done it before. it’s very common

but if you insist upon edibles, take the smallest possible dose (usually 2.5 mg), and THATS IT!!!!! if you don’t get high, tough noodles! that’s the maximum amount you can take at a time, and maybe the next time you want try to get high you can take a little more. but DO NOT fall into the “this edible ain’t shit” trap. the edible can sense fear and it will hunt you for sport

also i highly recommend having a sober buddy, ideally someone who has gotten high before and knows what to expect. if you end up hating how it feels, your sober buddy can take care of you and reassure you. getting high for the first time alone can be scary and even dangerous!

a common side effect of weed is dry mouth which can be really uncomfortable. make sure you’re hydrated, but keep something like mints or hard candy on hand because they stimulate salivation and that’s really the only way to alleviate dry mouth

if you hate how being high feels, or if you got too high, sleep it off baby. don’t bother trying to stick it out, just hit the hay

ok be safe i love you

[comethead]

Wrong Number

MDNI // smutfic // Jason Todd x Reader

“You accidentally take an edible laced with sex pollen, and unbeknownst to you, you called Jason instead of Ivy. Smut ensues.”

(gender-neutral reader, no use of y/n, recreational drug use, sex pollen, missionary, creampie, aphrodisiacs)

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[dedicated to @fcthots ]

Your breaths come out in short puffs, sweat beading on your forehead. Your skin is on fire, and there’s an undeniable ache between your legs you can’t ignore anymore. Stripped naked, you laid on your bed, legs squeezed together to try and alleviate your burning desire. Dammit. You reach out to your phone, sweeping your hand over your sheets until your fingers make contact with the smooth surface of your screen. Opening it, you scroll down your contacts. F, G, H, I, J. You hit Ivy’s contact, and close your eyes while you let it ring. Hearing it connect, you groan, “Ivyyyy, I don’t know what was in that damn edible you made but I feel- I don’t- ugh.” You smack your bed in frustration, tears welling up from the tension in your stomach. This was embarrassing. You were high, and then horny, but now the high has worn off and you’re still trying to get off. “You know what- never mind, I’ll talk to you later.” You clicked the end call button, and rolled onto your back. Okay, time to try and finish.

Jason stared at the phone in his hand, the screen on ‘call ended’. What the hell was that about? Shit, you weren’t in trouble were you? Edible, huh… He heard from you that Ivy was dabbling in making some after growing weed, which, whatever, she’s not destroying city blocks with her plants anymore so he’ll take that any day. But by your words, it seemed like she’s up to something, he’ll have to check on that later. Or…

“Hey, Oracle. Do me a favor and look into Ivy for me?”

“Sure, what for?” came her reply.

“Mmm, well my friend took one of her edibles and-”

“Wait. Edibles? You better not be doing some stupid prank Hood, or I swear-”

“No! No, it's-,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose,”She just sounded like she was in trouble, but whatever, I’ll deal with it.”

“Oh.” He could hear through the comm link the way her voice softened, which he’s not sure if he hates or is grateful for. “Alright, I’ll send someone over to Ivy’s location.”

“Thanks.”

He shut off the link and looked over to your fire escape. Parking his bike in the alley that ran next to your place, he scaled the wall and clambered onto the escape. It was dark in your room, but you left your window open. Pulling the screen aside, Jason stepped into the room and onto the little welcome mat you put there as a stupid joke. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped.

You were on your side, moans muffled by your pillow as you worked your fingers faster, the slick noises accompanying your voice. His eyes widened, heat shooting through his body as he felt his dick twitch in his combat pants. Fuck, oh how he’s thought of you like this for some nights now. But not now, he thought, must’ve been some of Ivy’s aphrodisiac in that edible. Clearing his throat, he stepped closer. You squeal, and bolt upright, looking at him with wide eyes. “Wha- Jay, what are you doing here?”

“You called me,” he shrugged, ”Wrong number, I guess.”

You stared at him, gears turning in your brain. Maybe, maybe not ‘wrong number’. He could help you, couldn’t he? He’s always been on your mind like that, you might’ve had some unholy thoughts about your best friend.

“Jay,” you whisper, crawling on your hands and knees toward him, “Please,” you’re reaching up to his face now, settling your hand on his mask, “fuck me”.

“Uhh.” It’s his turn to stare at you, eyes trailing over the slope of your chest. “I- I mean, no, you’ve been dosed with some aphrodisiac-” You’re taking his mask off now, sliding your other hand down his chest- “And- and I can’t-”, his breath catches as your hand is placed right on top of his tummy, “-you don’t know what you want,” he finished, glancing from your hands to your half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t?” You gaze back into his eyes, looking down to his lips as you move closer, ghosting your hands over his body and placing them on his shoulders. Your lips connect, and he deepens the kiss, placing his hands on your waist. You pull him closer to you, shifting back until you can bring him down to your level, lips still on each other as he runs a hand through your hair. Your hair catches on his fingers and it pulls, but it feels so good the way he’s bringing his hand through from your scalp and grabbing a fistful of your hair at the back. You moan into his mouth as your kisses get sloppier, as he releases your hair and his hands wander down over your nude body, caressing your thighs. You don’t know if you can take it anymore. Pulling back from his kiss, you breathe,”Jay, please, I need you so badly, I- I can’t-”. You gasp as he suddenly grips your thighs and curses.

Straightening, he starts to strip as you watch, flushing as you spot his happy trail and finally, as he pulls his pants down you can see the bump of his bulge in his boxers. You rub your thighs together, scooting back onto the bed to give him space to mount you. You can see him tracing the shape of your body with his eyes, finally locking onto the wetness between your legs. Jason pushes his boxers down, letting his cock spring free and you can see he’s already leaking precum, which threatens to snap that tight band in your stomach. Throwing your head back, you moan and spread your legs for him. “Yeah,” he breathes, “Yeah I’ll fuck you alright,” as he looms over your needy body. He kneels on the bed, lining his stiff cock with your entrance and begins to push in.

“Fuuuckk, baby you gotta relax,” he moans, pressing into you slowly as your mouth gapes from how he’s stretching you open. You swear you almost cum immediately from his intrusion, but your arousal heightens as he thrusts all the way in. You cry out in pleasure, gripping your sheets and squeezing your eyes shut as he starts to fuck you, slowly at first but quickening his pace as to seeing how desperate you are. You were practically rolling your hips onto his cock until he held them still and fucked you at a punishing pace. He groaned, his ear tickled with your pleading and moaning. It felt so good, the burning feeling turned into pleasure as Jason rocked his hips into yours, and you were sure you were going to finally cum.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me aren’t you?” he moans, the sounds of your sex filling the room.

“You’re close, aren’t you baby? C’mon then,” he lowers his face towards your ear, “Cum for me sweetheart,” he whispers, and finally that tension snaps and you cry out, your orgasm forcing your eyes shut as you cream around his cock that’s still pumping hard into you. You pant as he curses and thrusts into you faster, chasing his own high until he’s spilling his cum into you, the warmth making your belly tingle. He’s panting too, as he pulls out of you and stands up, reaching over to grab a towel from your dresser. He cleans you up and you stare up at him, eyes half-lidded and the only sounds that fill the room are of you two breathing hard. You don’t talk and neither does he, and you move over on the bed to give him room as he lays next to you. He moves onto his side, propping his head up with a hand as he smirks, “Not bad, huh?”

You snort, and snuggle closer to him.

“Not bad at all, Jay.”

[pinkthrone445]

-Baila conmigo- Part 2

(Dance with me)

Part 1

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Fun, soft, first time knowing someone, slow burn

Warnings:a little bit of insecure Mel (future smut)

Summary:Mel finds you sad in a bar and decides to step in, not knowing that life will bring you back together again. When she sees you again, she doesn't know how to react.

What a way to start your first day, with the firefighters emptying the school and finding out that the woman you had kissed the night before worked there.

On the other hand, the kids were perfect, ready as a sponge to absorb everything you had to teach. They were well-educated and learned children, you could tell that their previous teacher was really interested in them. The school also had some glitches and problems, but you didn't plan to complain now that you finally had a job.

At lunchtime, the children went out to eat and you stayed in your classroom drawing on the board to encourage them when they returned. Also, you hadn't brought food and you didn't know if going to the staff room for coffee would be the right thing to do since Melissa would be there.

-"Hey sweetheart..."-one of the oldest teachers got in your classroom with a big smile on her face-"I'm Barbara, nice to meet you. I'm the fist grade teacher..."-She stretched out her hand to greet you and you took it smiling too

-"Hi, I'm (Y/N), the new second grade teacher" - You said irrelevantly since you were in your classroom and it was obvious that you were the teacher, the oldest laugh

-"I can see that... Do you want to have lunch with us? It will be nice to know the others and also see if you have any thoughts about the smoking kid" - she offered and you got a little bit nervous

-"I don't have any food and don't want to interrupt you all, I don't mind staying here drawing for the kids" - You said quickly trying to avoid going to the teacher's room since the redhead would be there

-"Oh that's no problem at all, Melissa always has extra food, she surely will share with you and also, we teachers also deserve a break... Let's go" - she took your hand giving you no room for arguing and guiding you to the teacher's room.

As soon as you entered, you could hear how everyone was talking about the student who had smoked and what to do about it. But the subject quickly turned when everyone began to accuse each other because some of them vaped or ingested an edible from time to time, Barbara quickly intervened to add her comment

-"Don't these children know that smoking kills?" - a young teacher said and one of them scoffed

-"Jacob, you literally vape" - Janine, the teacher you were subbing for spoke

-"Okay, that's different, that's..."-Jacob,now you knew his name, added but got interrupted

-"Yes! And that is worse because you can vape anywhere" - Janine added and you stayed standing in the doorway, being invisible to everyone

-"You inhale thousand of toxins, yuck" - another young teacher added

-"Yeah, well...Janine smokes weed every day" - Jacob replied and everyone gasped, you included to not feel left out

-"Daamm afroman" - Ava said and you silently laughed

-"No! Not every day... Every night..."-Janine said a little bit ashamed

-"The devil's lettuce" - Barbara said

-"That's why your feet are so big" - The janitor said and you looked at her feet curious, they were a little big for her high...

They started to acuse her, specially Ava, but the teacher you didn't knew his name yet, stood up for her

-"Ava you can't talk,okay? you are a hookah head" - He said and the principal nodded

-"Mhhh hhhm, facts. And micro dosing, I just eyeball it and said, yes that's enough" - Ava simply said

-"Now, I don't smoke, but I do enjoy a protein bar edible on the weekends. Research actually shows..."-The guy who defended Janine started talking again and Ava rolled her eyes

-"Wooow, this man just made drugs boring"-she nodded

-"I suggest that you all drop your vices, and take a hit of my drug of choice J-E-S-U-S, street name Christ! - Barbara said and everyone put a boring face on, Melissa scoffed this time lifting her finger

-"Uh, you've been known to demolish those little bottles of Chardonnay" - The redhead said pointing at her friend

-"And you snort that liquid Marijuana" - The friend quickly replied to her

-"You don't snort it, it's CBD oil, and I rub it on my joints" - You listened to her and couldn't avoid thinking about helping her rub that oil in her soft smooth skin, a small whimper escaped your lips, everyone kept talking but the redhead listened and looked at you, turning a little bit red.

The janitor was about to speak but Janine stoped him

-"Don't finish that sentence" - she quickly said pointing at you and it was your turn to blush thinking that someone else heard your little whimper, but everyone stood and walked right out, chasing a student that was hiding behind you and recording all the conversation. You quickly ran after him like everyone else, and you were the first to get him

-"Nice work speedy" - Ava said. Everyone began to interrogate the boy about the video, but before anything could be done he had already shared it and many people had seen it, so the school district immediately took the matter in their own hands, again.

A few hours later, everyone in the school already had seen the video and F.A.D.E came to the school to give a talk about substances and drugs, to make some damage control.

After taking your children to the gym, Barbara invited you to sit with her and Melissa since there was a free space next to the redhead, and you had no choice but to accept since there were no more free spaces around.

You spent the whole talk giving her not so discreet glances out of the corner of your eye, a little overwhelmed by not knowing how to talk to her without making her feel uncomfortable. After torturous hours of listening to meaningless rhymes and bad advice, the meeting ended and still neither you nor she had spoken a word to each other.

Before you knew it, the day of school was over and your new students had gone home. Without thinking much about things and concecuenses, you went to the teachers' room to ask the redhead if the plans of the night before were still standing. Thank heavens, the redhead was in the teachers' room packing some of her Tupperware and none of the other teachers were there.

-"Hola Mel" -You said and she looked at you with a little bit of annoyance in her face

-"Tell me the truth please, what are you doing here?" - she asked and you frowned

-"I was looking for you, to ask..."-you started talking but she interrupted you

-"No, I don't mean here in the teacher's room, I mean in the school" -she barked at you

-"I have a job here..."-you answer and you saw fear in her eyes-"Look, I applied for the job way before we find each other in that bar, I'm not stalking you or anything and I'm sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable to see me here, but I really need this job and I'm not gonna let it go"-You answered confidently and she sighed

-"I'm really sorry, I've dated people who weren't very stable and I was scared when I first saw you... I thought maybe you were a little obsessive."-She whispered embarrassedly, avoiding looking at you and playing with the lid of one of her tupperware containers nervously

-"Don't take it the wrong way, you're beautiful Melisa, but it would take more than one kiss from you to drive me crazy for you" - You joked and she barely laughed, still embarrassed. You carefully approached her side, delicately taking one of her trembling hands, immediately she raised her head looking at you and you smiled- "Look, last night I had a very nice and fun night with you but I thought we would never see each other again since we didn't share our numbers and I was a little embarrassed to ask your brother for your contact, but this morning the universe gave me another opportunity to see you again and that makes me very happy. But if you don't feel comfortable with me being here, it's okay and I understand, I'll keep my distance. You don't need to feel scared or helpless, you can choose what you want to do"-You whispered looking at her trying to calm her down and she smiled at you with a little embarrassment

-"I want to... I want to go on with our previous plan and go out with you, if you think that's okay... Maybe go to dance to a good bar if you know a Latin one with good music?" - she said and you smiled more. You gave her a chance to walk away but she didn't and that made you happier than you wanted to admit.

-"Hey guys, you are still here!"-Jacob entered the teacher's room and you immediately let go of the redhead's hand-"Ready to go home Mel-Mel?" - He asked and she looked at you, you looked at her smiling a little bit-"Am I interrupting something?" - He asked and the redhead got nervous again

-"Not at all... I just invited her for a few drinks to make some friends since I'm new here" - You quickly said and he nodded

-"Can I join? I'm fun to be around. I know some pretty good bars" - Jacob offered

-"You can if Melissa wants to... But I already picked the bar, a gay latin bar" - You said and his smile grew a lot

-"You are gay?" - He asked and you nodded - "I'm gay too! Oh- my - god, are we best friends already?" - The young guy asked and Mel looked at him a little embarrassed for his behavior

-"Not yet, but we are off too a good start"-You said making the redhead laugh-"let's go, it's too late and my body needs a glass immediately after a day like today"

Melissa and her roomate followed you, but along the way the others found you and also joined in, including the school's cameramen, which you were not yet used to seeing.

When everyone entered the bar, the music was playing with a good beat, the food was delicious and there were many friendly people. Quickly everyone settled down and ordered drinks and food, you were about to sit next to the redhead but Ava beat you and sat next to you

-"Hi, I read your file, so you're latin... I know a little bit of spanish..."-she tried to remember and smiled looking at you in a flirtatious way-"Está muy caliente y deliciosa(It's very hot and delicious), they used to tell me that when I went to Cuba, they kept telling me I was hot and delicious every time I went to any restaurant or bar" - She said proudly and you smiled trying no to laugh, maybe they told her that because they were serving her food, not talking specifically about her but you will not burst her bubble

-"That's a very good accent Ava" - You said smiling and kept talking to her. Meanwhile, the redhead was looking at you with squinting eyes, she knew that you and she barely knew each other, but she also knew how Ava was and how much she liked to flirt and she wouldn't let that happen with you, your attention was better when it was directed at her, Ava could find herself another person to flirt with.

-"Hey honey, do you want to dance?" - The redhead asked standing next to you, her jacket was slightly open and as you were sitting, her cleavage was right in front of your eyes when you looked up to look at her and answer, which made you blush

-"Y-yeah, sure, let's go" - You took her hand and headed for the dance floor a little confused, she immediately placed her hands around your neck and directed yours to her waist - "I thought you were going to eat first" - You said and she looked at you frowning

-"Be careful with Ava, she is a flirt" - she said with annoyance in her tone

-"And you are not?"-You asked and she frowned more-"I'm a flirt too, you don't like when I flirt with you? Maybe I should go flirt with Ava" - You teased and she pulled you closer

-"Don't you dare" - she said threatening

-"What is this Mel? I thought you were going to take this slow now that we work together" - You kept teasing

-"This means nothing, we are nothing, I just want your attention on me" - she confessed and blushed when she heard herself - "I mean that is better that you have your attention on me that on the dangerous Ava" - she tried to correct herself

-"I never picture you as the jealous tipe" - You said

-"I'm not, just shut up" - she said anoyyed

-"Make me" - You replied and she gave you a little very short peck that made your brain stop working, you never expected that to happen with her coworkers being there, you knew the low lights and the people dancing around you made a cover, but anyways it made your brain short circuit

-"I thought that might work, now keep your mouth shut and let's keep dancing" - she said proudly looking at your shocked and lost face.

[ichore]

HIGH BY THE BEACH | TOJI FUSHIGURO

synopsis: toji takes you to the beach, and you both get high and horny (x)

tags, warnings: MINORS DNI, afab!reader x toji fushiguro, fwb, usage of drugs (edible), reader is most likely depressed or in a melanchonic state of mind, dry humping, cunnilingus, girl you got him pussy drunk, not proofread

a/n: pussy from a depressed sis just hits diff 🫡

The chill of the late afternoon wind tickled your naked nipples, the orange hue of the low Sun caressed your skin as the sound of the waves crashing was the only thing that disturbed the tranquility of the moment. One of your hands held your book high, your eyes tiredly reading through the pages while your other hand mindlessly played with Toji's raven black hair. The back of his head rested in between your thighs, your heat oozing against his sweaty nape as he every so often gingerly traced the calloused pad of his fingers against the soft flesh of your legs.

One could assume you two were a couple. You were not; the thing was that you were always too busy with work to find a decent relationship, and when one day your hot one night stand called you back if he could crash at your place for another night, you did not see why you couldn't have a little bit more fun. Your intention was just sex, yet you allowed this huge hunk of a man to sometimes stay the night, eat your food, use your toothpaste, never replacing the toilet paper. When his bloody clothes ended up in between your laundry, you did not ask. You didn't care, you never did, and it confused him to the fullest.

"Sure, why not?" a shrug was all your answer when he told you to go get some edibles with him before he showed you a secluded, hidden part of the beach. The muffin melted on your tongue, your eyes fixated on the shells scattered across the sand while you tried to ignore Toji who was staring at you. It didn't take much time to understand the intensity of his watch; soon enough, your mind began to go numb and you had to lay down.

"How do you feel?" he asked finally.

"Like you care," your voice was monotone. Your strokes upon his head didn't stop, and yet, your words told him that you knew he was using you. And you were right, at first, but somehow, your weird stoicism towards anything in life intrigued him, it made him want to open your little head and take a peak at your thoughts. What are you thinking about? How are you really feeling? How was your day? Talk to me. His thoughts were racing and the end line was nowhere to be found in the drugged haze of his mind. Meanwhile, his gray eyes watched the waves glisten and your heat escaped your clothed pussy, blood began to gather in his cock at the idea of making you feel good.

"Right, like I care." The broadness of his shoulders pushed your thighs wide open as he turned around to run his index finger across the line where you pussy folds swallowed your bikini. The material began to get darker with your wetness which made his scarred lips perk into a wolfish grin - a thing you could not see because your eyes were still fixated on your book, your lips lazily ajar. To him, you looked like a goddess with the golden sunlight kissing your sandy, nearly naked body as your hair was still wet from the ocean. To you, he was just a handsome face tugging your bikini aside while his teeth sank into your inner thigh as he sucked in your soft flesh to leave a new mark where the previous one began to fade.

You irritated him, he realized as his tongue shoveled the first dose of your nectar into his mouth and a high pitched sigh escaped your lips. The only time you showed genuine joy was when your carnal desires were tended to; only then, you held him close and could he make you beg for more as your orgasm distorted face laid ahead of him - and this little chagrin of his made his cock painfully hard, but perhaps because of the drugs, he wanted this time to be only about you.

The drug kicked in for him even stronger as he got himself on all fours before his unstable hand grabbed your book, and slowly took it out of your hand to place it next to your head. His thoughts and his feelings buzzed in his brain, he almost felt ashamed of how high he was. But his body never betrayed him; he wanted you and he told you this on his own way with his fingers holding at your iliac crests, his thighs sliding under yours to angle his clothed, raging boner against your wet entrance.

"Let's make a mess of you, dollface." The tip of his nose touched your cheek as his lips clashed against yours, his tongue immediately forced his way in to massage yours. He wanted to fuck you so bad, the movement of his hips were shaky and messy, but you could taste his painful yearning at his lips and feel the desperation when his free fingers cupped your breast while the other grinded your hips against his.

Your wetness and his leaking precum mixed, the friction creating a white cream on his shorts by the time your breathy moans and half lidded eyes told him that you were close to the edge. Like an apology, his thumb caressed your cheek while he placed a peck on your lips before the body of his warmth left you to nearly tear your bikini off you.

The last rays of sunshine felt warm as Toji opened your legs wider, his gray gaze curiously watching a drop of wetness leave your pussy and roll down to your ass. Yet, before the drop could disappear, his hands lift your ass high enough that he's able to catch it with his tongue. Your desperate moan, your taste, the sight of you, the smell of ocean and warm afternoon light made him nearly feel dizzy as the edible reached its peak hour.

Your own stupor was more of a numbness in your head whereas the rest of your body was keen for every touch of Toji's hand as his tongue was sheated deep into your gummy walls. One of your hand gripped at the towel under you while the other used his hair to hold his pretty face in place when his tongue was just at the right angle to be ridden for your first orgasm.

"Here, have a taste," he murmured, his feet kicking at the sand to help himself crawl on top of you as his hand hurriedly clasp at your cheeks to force your lips open before spitting your slimy taste into your mouth. It was you who then sat up halfway to kiss him; your touch against his nape let him know that he got a bad case of sunburn already, but the way your legs wrapped around his waist grind your still trembling hole against him made him want to fuck you under the stars until the Sun chased them away once more.

[mysticmellowlove]

What is being high with yandere sub like? Hcs for that. Does he prefer to smoke or do edibles? Is he touchy? I imagine she isn’t dating him yet so he is alittle worried he’ll slip up.

Also I thought it would be funny if they were getting high and he thinks it’s her first time but she eats like three gummies and smokes half a joint and he’s like “should I do that too?” And she’s like “You will die if you try”

warnings; the good cush, sub yan, gn reader, dom reader, dose safely!

yan sub is the worst when he's high!

so clingy, he needs to be touching at least one part of you. If he's sitting in your lap? Even better.

sometimes he uses weed to just take the edge off and for that reason I see him as more of an edible user, oils maybe if he's feeling up to it. only ever really smokes joints when he's with friends

he likes the social aspect of it.

with you though he definitely wants to be smoking a joint, he gets an indirect kiss that way

i feel that when he's high he doesn't really care too much about how close he is to you, his real desires just seem to come out

he wouldn't go as far as to kiss you if you weren't together

but if you were he would be making out with you like crazy, he would enjoy you breathing the smoke into his mouth

he likes his sex to be pretty intense, he really needs to feel as if you're claiming and marking him so when he's high he just likes to cuddle

soft calming music, a joint or two or some edibles, mood lighting and a cozy blanket is his perfect idea of a late night session

"There's a good boy." You hummed as he took a drag without coughing. His head was on your lap as he passed the joint back to you so you could have some as well. He had a lazy grin on his face as his hand rested on your leg. He wasn't a newbie to smoking but he seemed to be in the wrong headspace to do so. He had been watching you closely ever since he had invited you over.

It would've been weird if he hadn't been trying to subtly get closer to you over the past few weeks. It was laughable actually, he obviously thought he was being sneaky.

"You're doing pretty good, better than I expected." He said as his hand reached out to caress your face. You hummed as he did, your eyes drifting over to the small packet of edibles that he had pulled out for the two of you. You popped another one into your mouth.

"What do you mean?" You questioned as you looked down at him, he wasn't ugly per se. A little roughed up around the edges but there was something about his expectant gaze. The blown out pupils that weren't just because he was high...

"You know, for someone who hasn't smoked before." He looked at you as he pulled himself from your lap. He let his arm dangle around yours as he leaned in impossibly closer. He had always been a little touchy but this seemed to be a little much, or at least it would've if you hadn't expected that there was another reason for him inviting you over.

"I've smoked plenty," You hummed as you let that calming feeling wash over you, dulling the worries of the day as you looked at him before popping another edible in your mouth. The heady taste of the weed mixed with the sweetness of the edible blended perfectly. He seemed to notice the amount you had taken from the small tray he had set up, his head cocking to the side as he looked over before looking back at you.

You grinned and winked at him as you let your hands rest on his hips. He seemed to still for a moment, his breath catching in his throat.

"I think there's a lot of things I'm more experienced in compared to you. How about I give you another example." You laughed as you looked at his wanton look, I mean really... what else could you possibly do with such a desperate looking boy?

[souliebird]

hi!! i saw your Matt x Reader getting high idea and loved it, but i’m not big on posting my writing, i js do it for fun lol. but yeah here it is, not the exact idea but it was fun to write!!

“hey, you okay?”

“yeah.. yeah i’m fine. can’t sleep.”

your hands trembled slightly your whispers quivered. you had slept an average of four hours a night for the past two weeks, your anxiety had just been… very persistent. mind constantly running laps around worst-case scenarios.

you felt even worse about it because your boyfriend, matt, got an equally low amount of rest. and now you were waking him up with your worries. you put your face in your hands and let out a whine in frustration.

“baby it’s alright, s’ not your fault, kay?”

“i’m just so tired,” your whisper broke midair.

“i know, you’re gonna be alright,” and you believed him for a moment. he took you into his arms and held you tight, whispering reassurances in your ear, having an invisible battle with the volume of your own thoughts.

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the next morning, you met your friend for coffee. you would’ve forgotten that you were supposed to meet her if matt hadn’t reminded you. he had acted energized in the morning, as to not make you feel bad, but you could tell he was tired.

“have you ever considered trying weed? for your sleeping problems?” your friend knew about your issues, and no, you hadn’t considered it.

“no, the smell is awful. you know how matt is about stuff like that,” you mindlessly sipped at your coffee. still not enough to make you feel energized in any way.

your friend shrugged, “well, i am a therapist. that shit works. i get it though,” and just like that the conversation ended, the subject changed. but you were desperate for a solution, and the idea stuck to the back of your brain just like the overwhelming exhaustion of past weeks.

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“baby? what’s up?” matt’s head perked up when he heard your heartbeat, he stopped his braille reader and got up to greet you.

you kissed him back and some small fraction of the world’s weight was lifted for just a moment.

“foggy did like, weed in college, right?” you asked tentatively, matt seemed startled by the abrupt question.

“hey, i heard that! it was definitely a chapter,” foggy called from the other room, now involved in the discussion.

matt tilted his head at you, his way of silently asking a question. he may be charismatic in front of the clients and in court, but at heart, matt only spoke when he felt he had to. you enjoyed that you were one of the few who understood his secret little language of gestures. his head tilt said, “why do you ask?”

“y’know my friend? the therapist? she recommended it for my sleep,” you were still a tad unsure about the whole conversation, “i don’t know. i know you’re sensitive to smells, and i don’t love it either, but i just feel like i’ve tried everything—“

matt cut you off before you started rambling and spiraling, “sweetheart, slow down for a second. first of all, i shared a dorm with foggy, and we live in New York. it’s one of the few smells i barely even notice anymore. second, i know how much your anxiety affects you and your sleep, so if you want to try it, it’s completely fine,” matt rubbed a hand up ad down your arm soothingly.

foggy chimed in, “i still have some know-how from college,” and both you and matt chuckled.

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through your therapist friend, you had gotten some low dose edibles. you hated the idea of smoking, plus this would reduce the smell.

you looked at the clock, 10:12 PM. you held one of the small gummies in your hand, unsure.

matt came into the bedroom from the living room, “how’s it going?”

“haven’t taken it yet. i guess i’m nervous, i never did anything like this in school,” you admitted.

matt paused for a long moment, making his way to sit next to you on the bed.

“…what if i took one too?” he smiled softly, eyes flitting around your face, trying to catch eye contact.

“really?” you felt like you were infringing upon his night enough already on a daily basis.

“it’s really no big deal, i got dragged to a few parties in college. he may not admit it now, but he was a full-on stoner. i probably got a little high just from the second-hand smoke,” he gave you that wide grin you loved, and you giggled.

“…okay. good to know i wasn’t the only goodie two shoes in school,” you smiled as you took a second gummy out of the bag and placed it in matt’s already outstretched palm, which he put in his mouth immediately.

you let out a confident sigh and ate yours, too.

matt sensed that your nerves were still present and squeezed your hand before getting up to do some work, “let me know when it kicks in,” he pecked you on the cheek before going to his laptop in the kitchen.

you just flopped onto your back and let yourself sink into the bed, checking your phone occasionally.

you looked at the clock again right before matt came back in, it was 10:30.

“hey, baby, i think i feel it,” you could tell from the way that his sentence trailed off that matt was definitely high. as you looked at him and felt a sense of pleasant unawareness you realized that you were too.

“same here,” you said as matt practically climbed onto you and spooned you for a few seconds before switching up and laying half on top of you, his arms around you as he breathed you in like a drug. much more powerful than some weed.

“mm my senses are a little duller… can’t block anything.. all of it is you,” he mumbled into your neck.

you felt the opposite. for the first time in a while, your thoughts silenced themselves.

“matt, i think m’ not worrying anymore,” you ran your fingers through his hair lightly. he had just told you that his senses were running amok, and you didn’t want him to get overwhelmed.

“foggy might’ve been into something in college—“ you felt his lips curl isn’t a smile against your neck, “i miss college sometimes. but also i don’t. felt like that was when i was the most blind, right? people treated me very blind. to be fair, i am blind. those glasses probably didn’t help. i like my glasses now. more mysterious. do you think they make me look mysterious?” he mumbled and rambled. you laughed.

“yes, matty, they make you look very mysterious. but i like your eyes without the glasses. a lot,” you admitted in your daze.

“mm, i only like when you see them. or foggy and karen. other people get uncomfortable cuz they can see i’m not looking. i can hear their heartbeats, it speeds up just a little for a bit when i first take off my glasses and then any time i try to look up. that doesn’t happen with you. i love your heartbeat, and how you are. i love you,” he kissed your neck and you felt your face heat up just a little bit. he pushed himself up and off of you with his arms on either side of your torso and kissed you gently but long on the lips.

“i love you too, murdock,” you whispered when he slowly pulled away. you immediately reattached your lips and made a mediocre effort to flip over and straddle matt.

his strong hands helped you, and you leaned down to kiss him, this time deepening the kiss. both of your kisses were slowed by the haze in your minds.

after being in one long, loving kiss for what could have been forever, you pulled away just slightly and realized how much you needed to take a proper breath.

matt chuckled at your panting.

“hi,” he whispered, almost inaudibly, and in those beautiful eyes of his was a look of pure adoration. you saw it in the lines next to his eyes, the way his eyebrows relaxed, and the way his now-wet lips quirked up at the ends.

you ran a hand through his hair, “hi to you too.”

you slid down to lay down next to him, and you both turned to face each other, kissing once more as his hand came up to hold your face.

eventually you found yourself laid between his two arms in a pure state of bliss.

you woke up the next morning more rested than you had been in months, not even remembering dozing off the night before.

Ahhhhhhh I hope it is okay to pay this but I absolutely love it!!!!

I love cuddly high Matt and I love the insight about his blindness and his glasses. 🩷 This is so sweet!!! Thank you so much for sharing this with me! I just want them to cuddle and have a Nice time.

[thisgingerhasnosoul]

So I went back and forth on whether I should post this or not, but after thinking about it, I’m putting out a PSA for fellow Jewish women that there’s a tumblr user who used to go by the name of gooblegobbleblobble but now goes by ibn-alfalaheen. He claims to be a Palestinian man wanting solidarity with Jews, but he’s a Hamas-apologist (you can go to his account and look, the posts are public), who made a weird sexual comment towards me, and outright stated to a friend of mine @hlmoorewrites that he’s specifically looking for a Jewish woman to… I guess get into Israel? It wasn’t really clear.

Either way here’s proof; I have no idea what he actually wants or if he’s even actually Palestinian, but whatever he is or wants, it’s creepy and weird. So if he contacts you, do yourself a favor and block him.

The conversation with @hlmoorewrites:

Here's the conversation with me (which took place before this—I want to say late November), and also just keep in mind that I had taken a large-dose edible and was very, very high (if you look closely at the very first screenshot, you can see the exact moment my edible took effect):

This was when I blocked. And I have to say, seeing him admit his goals in the other conversation, then looking back on ours now that I’m sober, this is honestly extremely disturbing. I ignored the alarm bells and laughed them off or agreed at the time, even though he made me uncomfortable, because I was really high and wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. I shouldn’t have, it was a stupid mistake. This person is not for peace or solidarity. This person is a hindrance to it. Please block him for your own safety.

[queeranarchism]

The eating insects thing

A far-right anti-vax conspiracy theory that has existed for a few years now has recently increased in popularity and has been breaching containment, especially in vegan circles, so I guess we have to talk about it:

Keep an eye out for scary sounding posts about eating insects.

Some of the claims to expect are this:

Governments are secretly allowing more insects to be put into food. - It is true that more edible insects have been approved for the EU market lately, but this process is not secret at all.

Some people are allergic to Chitine, which is found in shellfish and hard-shelled insects - this is true.

Chitine is also dangerous to people who are not allergic to it and causes cancer - this is not true. It traces back to study that has been taken out-of-context about the impact of concentrated Chitine in cancer identification and treatment.

Eating large amounts of the insects being approved would damage your stomach lining or other intestines because of ‘toxic chitine’. - this is not true. It traces back to an old dietary advice on a Dutch website which only mentioned that insect consumption was safe up to 45 grams at a time. What this meant was: we didn’t find a study that researched higher doses. There are plenty of studies by now and it turns out it’s fine.

Insects are ‘bird food’ and humans did not evolve to digest the insects currently being approved for consumption. - this is not true. There are 1500 insect species that are regularly safely consumed by millions of people around the world. The insects that are currently being approved for the European market have been consumed by humans for as long as we can trace the human diet and many are consumed by our closest primate relatives.

Bill Gates and other insert-conspiracy-name-here billionaires are buying up farm land to deliberately cause food shortages and to force us to eat bugs - this is not true. Land is just a popular investment right now due to other economic pressures.

Governments are pushing for lower meat consumption to force us to eat bugs. - this is not true. Any minimal encouragement of reduced meat consumption by governments is in response to the impact of meat consumption on climate change.

If you buy in to some of these scare stories, the next claim is that forcing people to eat bugs serves some darker government purpose, either simple misery and humiliation (accompanies by the claim that we’ll be forced to eat weeds and drink sewage water), forced population control (the Great Reset bullshit) or preparing us for the rule of reptilian overlords (antisemitism crap).

Now, let me be clear: there are valid reasons why you might want to avoid eating insects. ‘I just don’t want to’ is a good enough reason. Being vegan is an excellent reason. We know very little about the inner lives of insects but observations suggest that they are intelligent and feel pain. We do not currently know what constitutes a high quality of life or a painless death, so we could not ‘humanely’ farm insects even if we wanted to.

However, most of the claims above are misleading, racist and dangerous. They pave the way into far-right anti-vax and antisemitic conspiracy theories. Recognize them and avoid them. If you see your vegan friends share these claims: let them know what they’re doing. Don’t give this shit space.

[radfem-polls]

stonerfems, what's your tolerance like? as in, how much do you take to get to the level you want? doses are for edibles/oral route of administration since it's easiest to measure super low, 1-5mg low, 5-15mg medium, 15-30mg medium-high, 30-50mg high, 50-100mg pretty high, 100-200mg large game tranquilizer dose, 200-500mg married to mary jane, 500-1000+mg

Hi thank you for your submission!

If I want a little buzz I take around 40mg but if I want to actually feel high I take 80mg

[yams-here]

A list of scarvi characters and whether or not they use drugs (academy students)

Juliana

On her own? Definitely not. She's definitely kind of a rule follower nerd that only opens an exception to her friends. And that also applies here. She wouldn't smoke a blunt on her own but if her besties asked her if she wanted to hotbox one of their rooms with them she'd say yes if only to make sure none of them fucking die. (Also she feels safer to do so if she's with people she trusts ofc)

Florian

Counting florian as a different character here because he gives me a very different vibe. He's a nerd just like Juliana, but that shaggy bowlcut tells me his mom still cuts his hair and I just know that he still thinks sniffing one of the crack cocaine is going to kill him on the spot. His friends tend to avoid calling him to smoke with them because they know it's going to turn into a lecture.

(I just added him here because I see him as a separate character, but from now on, when I refer to the crater crew I'm talking about Nemona, Arven, Penny and Juliana. :( sorry florian stans)

Nemona

Definitely not. She is the student council president so she definitely snitches on the kids she finds smoking weed and she is too energetic to snort coke. But for her friends? The crater crew? They almost DIED together. They went to this life changing adventure whose whole integrity relies on them keeping their mouths fucking SHUT. She can definitely open an exception for them. Def likes to relax a little bit every now and then so she isn't against a hit or two

Arven

Weed? Yes. Smoke? Hell no. He grew up around too many machines turning off and on and getting broken and fixed to enjoy the feeling of smoke over a good ol edible. He def gets a little emotional when high (he's been getting a lil better with time) but the crater crew still invites him everytime because one, he's their friend. Two, this man is a GODSEND when they all get the munchies. And his edibles? To die for. He would probably enjoy weed in smaller doses, since they help his thoughts quiet down for a little when it gets too much, but he's way too scared of being addicted to do it frequently. He generally avoids having smoke sessions in his room because he's way too scared of mabosstiff sniffing anything that might be harmful to him after All That Happened.

Penny

The one that organizes all of the Crater crew's smoke sessions. Def has a baggie of meth hidden sonewhere in her room that Arven found by accident. Being cassiopeia gives you a lot of contacts like that so she def knows the dealers with the best stuff. Having her overprotective dad also incentivised her to do it even more, actually. Is way too good at rolling up a blunt for anyone to not be concerned when they first see it. Has a sylveon shaped bong in a box under her bed that she still hasn't had the courage to try. It's too cute.

Giacomo

He's still stuck in the 2010's era of memes, so he obviously makes a bunch of jokes involving drugs. Smoke weed everyday. THAT one transparent png of a blunt. You know the classics. But this man hasn't inhaled a puff of MJ in his LIFE. Doesn't know what a bong is. But do you think that stops him from saying he does? No. His friends all know he's joking, but the frequency of it has landed him in the principal's office more than once

Mela

Hates it. Hates the smell and the feel of smoke. But she learned how to because she's the captain of the fire division, so she needs to look cool. Can hold in a puff for 6 whole seconds but hates all of it. Def prefers cigarettes to look cool tho.

Ortega

He's a rich kid, so he probably can afford good stuff, but he Doesn't know where to get the crack cocaine if you know what I mean. But he hates to admit it. "No no I totally know how acid feels like. I'm cool" he's not. But we all accept him anyways, not doing drugs is cool too, Ortega

Eri

NO. She tried it once with Penny and hated the feeling, so she just. Never did it again. She needs healthy habits to be able to keep her strong phisique, so she doesn't miss it very much. She can find other ways to relax, dw

Atticus

"Definitely not" is what you think. But you're WRONG. You see the team star fits? You don't get all of that out of your brain and by your hand without at least a FEW tabs of acid. This man loves acting fancy but he pops one or two every now and then to help with the creative process, and I can't blame him. The results come out great so why not.

[polyamorouspunk]

im still kind of a newbie to weed but i do swear by edibles. do a little dose, not a whole lot. im talking like 50mg. you wont be able to find a lot of edibles with that dose so youll have to cut them in half or thirds and sometimes the distribution isnt even, so youll get more/less high each time depending, but dont be afraid to only do a little bit and see how you feel!

also i get really twitchy so if that happens dont worry about it, its normal! your body reacts to it in lots of different ways

Def what I’ve heard in regards to edibles, but once again, no first hand experience. I know some people don’t like edibles at all though.