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he shouldn't be getting stoned. really, he shouldn't. but here he is, lazily turning towards his friend with a half-lidded gaze, and he's grinning, holding back laughter. " dude, i get you. like, really . . . i get you man. it's like if spider-man was swinging through new york, you know, but like . . . he's running low on web juice but he can't stop because he's gotta save the girl, right . . . but like, at any moment he might run outta fumes and face plant right into a hotdog cart. which, you know, hey, not the worst place to land. but i hear new york street food is like a hotspot for food poisoning. " he's talking nonsense at this point, yet it all makes perfect sense in his mind. until the only thing he can actually think about is food. " fuck, i could really go a hotdog right now. ketchup, mustard. maybe even a little sprinkle of cheese. and pickles. god, i love pickles. "
they're both laying on leon's living room floor, high out of their mind. the place reeks of weed, but they're hotboxing so it's okay. "i need to get laid, man," leon chuckles. "i feel like i'm losing my mind." he and ace are good friends and they share similar characteristics, so the blond is sure the other will understand what he means.
@dreamerfms
closed ft. @wandererfms
kai sits cross-legged in the sand, worn-out hoodie pulled low over his eyes, joint hung lazily between his fingers. he hears the slow approach of footsteps in the soft sand but doesn't look up, simply takes another slow drag. however when the figure gets closer, he finally glances over at them, exhaling smoke into the breeze. " want some ? " he questions, tone light as he holds the joint out towards them.
Russell, I think we should work on those last words.
Almost Famous (2000) dir. Cameron Crowe.
We had a presentation on fentanyl recently
It made me think about a lot. My grandmother. My mother. Myself
Because of my nervous system dopamine deficiencies I have a higher chance of becoming an addict than most
Even if a drug is barely laced with Fentanyl it can and will probably kill you in an instant
I made a promise to not do drugs of any kind. I plan on keeping that promise
But shit man a 14 year old with ADD dies because he tried to take drugs to relax his symptoms and then dies less than two weeks after getting his hands on said drugs will fuck with me forever
We had a presentation on fentanyl recently
It made me think about a lot. My grandmother. My mother. Myself
Because of my nervous system dopamine deficiencies I have a higher chance of becoming an addict than most
Even if a drug is barely laced with Fentanyl it can and will probably kill you in an instant
I made a promise to not do drugs of any kind. I plan on keeping that promise
But shit man a 14 year old with ADD dies because he tried to take drugs to relax his symptoms and then dies less than two weeks after getting his hands on said drugs will fuck with me forever
We had a presentation on fentanyl recently
It made me think about a lot. My grandmother. My mother. Myself
Because of my nervous system dopamine deficiencies I have a higher chance of becoming an addict than most
Even if a drug is barely laced with Fentanyl it can and will probably kill you in an instant
I made a promise to not do drugs of any kind. I plan on keeping that promise
But shit man a 14 year old with ADD dies because he tried to take drugs to relax his symptoms and then dies less than two weeks after getting his hands on said drugs will fuck with me forever
We had a presentation on fentanyl recently
It made me think about a lot. My grandmother. My mother. Myself
Because of my nervous system dopamine deficiencies I have a higher chance of becoming an addict than most
Even if a drug is barely laced with Fentanyl it can and will probably kill you in an instant
I made a promise to not do drugs of any kind. I plan on keeping that promise
But shit man a 14 year old with ADD dies because he tried to take drugs to relax his symptoms and then dies less than two weeks after getting his hands on said drugs will fuck with me forever
I have now made yet another To the Core doll sketch! I introduce Amy, who is based off of the Cyberdelic (and/or Virtualcore) aesthetic
With all the LED light charms, LED lights in her hair, LED glasses and overall bright neon appearance she is as bright as a neon sign to match her personality. As true to her aesthetic, she is a avivd acid/overall psychedelic drug user who works as a programmer and game designer, the trips she has are what inspire and influence her craft the most
She still manages to be an intelligent, thoughtful, laid back and overall a good hippie-mom-friend to all who meet her
She also has a pet frog named Frogger
She likes neon signs, neon colors, bright colors, computers, coding, technology, video games, frogs, mushrooms, acid/LSD, psychedelic drugs, tie-dye, rainbows, LED lights, glowing things, glowing/LED/neon accessories and clothing, fuzzy leg warmers, LED charms, charms, big goofy-looking glasses like the ones she wears, bwing with friends, being social, plants, spirituality, rocks, crystals, and her favorite color is neon green
I hope you all enjoy her!!
-Mod Hobbes🌈 (Shift: Minky Momo💝🌈 + Boss🌻🐹 + Howdy🍎🐹)
@thcrealheroes ; a - train : i never meant for anyone to get hurt! three hundred & ninety prompts ; accepting.
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥? that seeing a - train covered in blood barely had her flinching anymore. fuck, she shouldn't be like this. but whatever had happened for a - train to be completely covered head to toe in blood had to be pretty fucked up. he was shaking, mumbling about something and she knew that it must be 𝐛𝐚𝐝 if he had come to her before anyone else. what had he gotten himself caught up in that he was looking like this? maeve moved over to him, a softer look replacing the harsher one she had been wearing, " take a deep breath, reggie, you need to calm down and talk to me, " even with his speed, there was no way someone didn't know he had come into seven tower like this, which meant they had limited time before stillwell and her band of merry pr assholes would be to do damage control. considering the state he was in, it was likely whoever he had hurt wasn't exactly in a good way anymore.
𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫, not caring about the blood at all and just trying to get him to focus on her instead of whatever panic was going on in his head, " breathe, in through your nose and out through your mouth, " she guided, not many people got to see this side of her, but something about reggie made her want to look out for him, she just wish she 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 what trouble he had gotten himself caught up in. hands move to take his glasses off from his face, blue eyes narrowing as she looks at him for a moment. fuck. he was high, there was no mistaking that from his eyes. but on what? she had no idea because there was no way any normal drug would cause this, " what are you on? what did you take? reggie, tell me what happened, "
HEY I just started a new blog called sapphic-stoner !
Do you like weed?
Do you like inconsistent aesthetics?
Are you fucking gay?
Well come on over and hang out with me 👍🏼
Me projecting my bad habits onto characters? It’s more likely than you think. Have a Blue Sargent smoking in a field. It’s probably summer.
grayfischer:
Once happily home, Gray grabbed a snack and led the way down the quiet hall to his room. He had roommates, but it seemed like for now, they had the place to themselves. Still, he shut the door anyway, grabbing his PS4 controller to throw some YouTube playlist on in the background for static noise. “Sit wherever, I’ve got drinks in the mini fridge,” Gray explained, flopping down onto his bed and hitting his bong before passing it over. “Uh, go easy then, it’s medical grade from a Denver dispensary, so…”
He got comfy, but could feel his heart sink slightly at Aiden’s words. Christmas was always tough for the same reason, though he was way less open about it. Gray remembered being told about Aiden’s tragic past, and sharing minimal details about his own - together, a shared understanding sat between them. Gray found himself nodded slowly, coughing just a bit. “Yeah… I don’t think I could’ve done Christmas not being home. It would be wrong, you know? I’m back to stay. We gotta not do that no-talking shit though, I didn’t even realize how bad it got ‘till now you’re here. I barely know you now, man!”
Aiden took a hit and placed the bong back down. “I think one hit is good enough for me now,” he laughed. “Yeah, I think your mom would have found a way to guilt trip you if you didn’t come for the holidays. You can’t leave me again. I know we drifted apart, but man I missed you. Your mom still sends me a birthday card every year. She’s honestly an angel on Earth,” he admitted. She reminded him so much of his own mom and it was nice to have someone who felt like a second mom.
“Yeah - so, there is so much to tell you. I had a kind of friends with benefit situation with a girl. Then, that kind of halted because her ex-boyfriend, who’s also my friend, came back to town and I had no idea about their history and it was a mess. And then I met another girl. Well, I was visiting campus and she happened to be in the professor’s office and we ran into each other at a coffee shop. So there’s that, but I’m super bad with girls and relationships, you know how I’ve been with past relationships...”
monicahernandcz:
Where: Dirty Dan’s Food Truck
When: Evening; 9:00pm
Who: @wilmingtonstarters / open starter.
The last twenty-four hours had been like a cyclone — between work, the insomnia that seemed to creep it’s way into her routine for the last week and her inability to rightfully function because of the combination of the two, she knew that she needed a proper nightcap. Something that would definitely get her fucked up enough to catch some Z’s. Usually she’d settle for a dive bar or a little old fashioned bed tussle but, for tonight, she could do without the company. Or, at least, that had been the initial plan. Hands buried firmly in her coat pocket as she waited on line, Monica couldn’t recall how she ended up in conversation for the life of her. But two things were seemingly apparent: 1.) she was stoned out of her mind and 2.) she needed to get some food into her system as soon as possible. “ — my bad, I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but I didn’t register anything you just said,” The soft laugh she let out was half out of embarrassment, the other half reckless abandon. The outside air was somewhat frigid but incredibly relaxing, the light wind causing the tips of her hair to stroke alongside her jawline. “Screw it. I’m not going to lie, I’m high as fuck. Tried this new smoke called Green Reaper and I severely underestimated it.” This was why she always hated edibles; it hit her whenever she least expected it and made her word vomit. Grinning roguishly, she leaned forward ever so slightly to lightly whisper: “It’s actually infused in this delicious triple chocolate cake a friend made for me. Wanna try some later?”
Aiden’s love of food trucks only seemed to increase the longer he was living in Wilmington. As he stood in line with his friend, he noticed that she might have zoned out a little. He didn’t question it, going on about how his dogs were not being obedient, which was something that rarely happened. He let out a laugh hearing her admit how high she was. “Thanks for being honest,” he laughed. “I was just telling you about the dogs and how they weren’t cooperating when I tried to give them a bath yesterday and half my bathroom was just soaked because they kept trying to jump and escape me,” he laughed.
“I’ll pass on the cake. I’m not big on edibles, but I appreciate the offer. So, how was your day?”
monicahernandcz:
Where: Dirty Dan’s Food Truck
When: Evening; 9:00pm
Who: @wilmingtonstarters / open starter.
The last twenty-four hours had been like a cyclone — between work, the insomnia that seemed to creep it’s way into her routine for the last week and her inability to rightfully function because of the combination of the two, she knew that she needed a proper nightcap. Something that would definitely get her fucked up enough to catch some Z’s. Usually she’d settle for a dive bar or a little old fashioned bed tussle but, for tonight, she could do without the company. Or, at least, that had been the initial plan. Hands buried firmly in her coat pocket as she waited on line, Monica couldn’t recall how she ended up in conversation for the life of her. But two things were seemingly apparent: 1.) she was stoned out of her mind and 2.) she needed to get some food into her system as soon as possible. “ — my bad, I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but I didn’t register anything you just said,” The soft laugh she let out was half out of embarrassment, the other half reckless abandon. The outside air was somewhat frigid but incredibly relaxing, the light wind causing the tips of her hair to stroke alongside her jawline. “Screw it. I’m not going to lie, I’m high as fuck. Tried this new smoke called Green Reaper and I severely underestimated it.” This was why she always hated edibles; it hit her whenever she least expected it and made her word vomit. Grinning roguishly, she leaned forward ever so slightly to lightly whisper: “It’s actually infused in this delicious triple chocolate cake a friend made for me. Wanna try some later?”
Aiden’s love of food trucks only seemed to increase the longer he was living in Wilmington. As he stood in line with his friend, he noticed that she might have zoned out a little. He didn’t question it, going on about how his dogs were not being obedient, which was something that rarely happened. He let out a laugh hearing her admit how high she was. “Thanks for being honest,” he laughed. “I was just telling you about the dogs and how they weren’t cooperating when I tried to give them a bath yesterday and half my bathroom was just soaked because they kept trying to jump and escape me,” he laughed.
“I’ll pass on the cake. I’m not big on edibles, but I appreciate the offer. So, how was your day?”
monicahernandcz:
Where: Dirty Dan’s Food Truck
When: Evening; 9:00pm
Who: @wilmingtonstarters / open starter.
The last twenty-four hours had been like a cyclone — between work, the insomnia that seemed to creep it’s way into her routine for the last week and her inability to rightfully function because of the combination of the two, she knew that she needed a proper nightcap. Something that would definitely get her fucked up enough to catch some Z’s. Usually she’d settle for a dive bar or a little old fashioned bed tussle but, for tonight, she could do without the company. Or, at least, that had been the initial plan. Hands buried firmly in her coat pocket as she waited on line, Monica couldn’t recall how she ended up in conversation for the life of her. But two things were seemingly apparent: 1.) she was stoned out of her mind and 2.) she needed to get some food into her system as soon as possible. “ — my bad, I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but I didn’t register anything you just said,” The soft laugh she let out was half out of embarrassment, the other half reckless abandon. The outside air was somewhat frigid but incredibly relaxing, the light wind causing the tips of her hair to stroke alongside her jawline. “Screw it. I’m not going to lie, I’m high as fuck. Tried this new smoke called Green Reaper and I severely underestimated it.” This was why she always hated edibles; it hit her whenever she least expected it and made her word vomit. Grinning roguishly, she leaned forward ever so slightly to lightly whisper: “It’s actually infused in this delicious triple chocolate cake a friend made for me. Wanna try some later?”
Aiden’s love of food trucks only seemed to increase the longer he was living in Wilmington. As he stood in line with his friend, he noticed that she might have zoned out a little. He didn’t question it, going on about how his dogs were not being obedient, which was something that rarely happened. He let out a laugh hearing her admit how high she was. “Thanks for being honest,” he laughed. “I was just telling you about the dogs and how they weren’t cooperating when I tried to give them a bath yesterday and half my bathroom was just soaked because they kept trying to jump and escape me,” he laughed.
“I’ll pass on the cake. I’m not big on edibles, but I appreciate the offer. So, how was your day?”
monicahernandcz:
Where: Dirty Dan’s Food Truck
When: Evening; 9:00pm
Who: @wilmingtonstarters / open starter.
The last twenty-four hours had been like a cyclone — between work, the insomnia that seemed to creep it’s way into her routine for the last week and her inability to rightfully function because of the combination of the two, she knew that she needed a proper nightcap. Something that would definitely get her fucked up enough to catch some Z’s. Usually she’d settle for a dive bar or a little old fashioned bed tussle but, for tonight, she could do without the company. Or, at least, that had been the initial plan. Hands buried firmly in her coat pocket as she waited on line, Monica couldn’t recall how she ended up in conversation for the life of her. But two things were seemingly apparent: 1.) she was stoned out of her mind and 2.) she needed to get some food into her system as soon as possible. “ — my bad, I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but I didn’t register anything you just said,” The soft laugh she let out was half out of embarrassment, the other half reckless abandon. The outside air was somewhat frigid but incredibly relaxing, the light wind causing the tips of her hair to stroke alongside her jawline. “Screw it. I’m not going to lie, I’m high as fuck. Tried this new smoke called Green Reaper and I severely underestimated it.” This was why she always hated edibles; it hit her whenever she least expected it and made her word vomit. Grinning roguishly, she leaned forward ever so slightly to lightly whisper: “It’s actually infused in this delicious triple chocolate cake a friend made for me. Wanna try some later?”
Aiden’s love of food trucks only seemed to increase the longer he was living in Wilmington. As he stood in line with his friend, he noticed that she might have zoned out a little. He didn’t question it, going on about how his dogs were not being obedient, which was something that rarely happened. He let out a laugh hearing her admit how high she was. “Thanks for being honest,” he laughed. “I was just telling you about the dogs and how they weren’t cooperating when I tried to give them a bath yesterday and half my bathroom was just soaked because they kept trying to jump and escape me,” he laughed.
“I’ll pass on the cake. I’m not big on edibles, but I appreciate the offer. So, how was your day?”
I would like to smoke weed or try something stronger than codeine 😥
I want try drugsss as fuck, maybe it will help me forget about my stupid thoughts and this fucking anxiety