#I can bake brownies (with and without weed) =)

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

Leaving my thoughts here for the fandom before the ep airs:

I think Non might be alive and using the mask as some attempt to scare the shit out of them as revenge but not killing them (hence the bathroom scene with Top).

But I also think the cult released some entity/entities into the space and now they're possessing the bodies of these fuckers and doing the actual murder.

But hey, that's just a theory, a FILM THEORY™ Andddd cut!!

#can you tell I'm mourning MatPat leaving YT?? #ANYWAYS #not the point #but I feel pretty confident in this theory actually #if I'm right will y'all buy me a house so I can escape my family?? #I can bake brownies (with and without weed) =) #ksksksksks #dff #dff the series #dead friend forever the series #dead friend forever

[zamiecmunson]

scooby snacks

eddie x reader

you accidentally eat some of eddie’s very special brownies

i love edibles. i love scooby doo. i love eddie. can you tell. warnings: weed obviously, vomit but no graphic description, wrote this a long long time ago been sitting in my drafts so not too sure what else sorryyyyy 🫶🏻

‘voila!’ eddie whispered to himself, beaming down with pride at his creation. he passed on doing a taste test as he knew the guys would get pissy if they turned up & he was already stoned. plus he didn’t know exactly just how strong they were. that was the purpose after all, stronger than usual. gareth had been complaining for weeks that he was ‘building a tolerance’ and wanted to ‘trip balls’ without taking the hard stuff. eddie scoffed at that of course but came through with some pretty sweet brownies anyway. he left them out to cool on the kitchen counter before jumping in the shower.

after knocking on eddie’s door and getting no answer, you let yourself in.

‘eddie?’ you called out clocking that the weird fuzzy noise was water running.

‘in the shower baby, i’ll be out in a sec’ he called back. both a pro and con of living in a trailer: thin walls.

‘ooh!’ you raised your brows excitedly at the freshly baked batch of brownies on the side. eddie bakes? who knew! you helped yourself to a small corner slice, after taking a bite you sorta understood why he’s never baked for you before. it tasted kinda funny. but the kind of funny where you had to keep taking another bite to figure out if it actually did taste funny or not. two and a half brownies later, eddie surfaced from the bathroom.

‘hey!- oh. oh god, babe!’ his face switched from a sweet smile to deer caught in headlights as soon as he locked in on the face full of brownie.

‘ ‘m sorry they jush looked shoh good and i’m tryna figure out what the shecret ingredient is’ you mumbled through heavy chews.

‘that would be pot’ his eyes stayed at full screen as he gently pressed his hands to the brownie, lowering the rest of it from your lips.

‘oh, i’ve had these before it’s fine! i thought they tasted kinda funky, i should have guessed’ you stayed blissfully unaware and calm, wiping the crumbs off the side of your mouth while eddie’s heart was going at 100 mph. his eyes darted from the tray, to your face, to the tray, to your face then back to the tray.

‘and you’ve had three of these?’ his nervous voice matched his face.

‘two and a half, technically’ you continued to grin innocently.

‘do you, by any chance, perhaps recall gareth complaining about how the usual stuff just wasn’t touching the sides for him anymore?’ eddie did this thing where he used a lot of unnecessary words when he was nervous. you chuckled at his little habit peaking through and answered with a subtle eye roll ‘yes’.

‘well… these were made with him in mind. extra strong. like, should probably just start with a quarter of a slice strong’ he delicately placed his hands on the side of your arms. there was silence for a while. a painfully long while. you focused on the feeling of it sitting in your stomach.

‘well this isn’t good’ you responded with a straight but calm face.

‘no, no it’s not’ you both continued to stand very still. you couldn’t tell if it was kicking in already or if you were just prematurely paranoid.

‘i should probably sit down’ you broke the statuesque silence, eddie guided you to his sofa as if you were his 89 year old grandmother.

‘i’ll get you some water’ he immediately sprung up again after sitting you down.

you probably should have been more nervous than you were. not eddie’s level of panic but somewhere in the middle. weed had only ever given you a slight buzz and the giggles, surely there couldn’t be irredeemably dire consequences. eddie was running around looking for a bucket just in case you were sick and anything else you might need while you stared into space.

after a while, you could hear eddie talking to you… but every other noise in the world appeared just as loud and 10x more important.

‘oh fuck here we go’ eddie caught onto your darkening eyes and droopy muscles. he’d looked after you when you were sick, drunk and stoned. this was about to be his ultimate test.

‘you know,’ you started but got cut off by how dry your mouth was. ‘your place has always smelled good. it smells like boy, but YOU boy. good eddie boy you’ you blinked what felt like 900 times but it really really wasn’t.

‘oh yeah?’ eddie smiled slightly, his panic dying down a smidge as he was amused. he handed you a glass of water recognising the signs all too well.

‘thank you that’s brilliant’ you took the glass and chugged.

‘slow down sailor you don’t wanna make yourself puke’ eddie suppressed a grin, pushing the bucket closer to your feet just in case.

‘do you think sailors get land sick? like, if they’re so used to being at sea would that make them get sick from not wobbling about on a boat?’ your brow knotted with concern as eddie’s shoulders bobbed up and down. ‘wobbling. wobble. wobbly wobbly wobble’ you started to amuse yourself with a slight slur of the pronunciation while eddie’s giggles turned into hearty laughter.

‘that’s an amazing question that i unfortunately don’t have the answer for’ he rubbed a brewing tear of laughter from his face and stared adoringly at your hazed state.

‘since when do you not know everything? you know everything ever, actually. you always have an answer’ you responded with upmost seriousness. on a normal day, that might have come off as condescending. but weirdly, it gave eddie a huge confidence boost as he could tell you were being completely genuine.

‘i know what goes on in your brain, not sailors i’m afraid. i’ll try do better in the future’ he petted your head like a dog and ruffled your hair. god, it felt amazing. like a head massage worthy of 10 million dollars.

‘what am i thinking right now?’ you continued to slur, smiling into his touch.

‘mcdonald’s probably, though it might be a bit early for that stage’ he continued to massage your head, fantasising about how good it probably felt from your perspective. you may as well have been purring like a cat.

‘mcdonald’s…’ you whispered not even almost comprehending what that word meant. until approximately 15 seconds after it sunk in. ‘MCDONALD’S!’ you attempted to spring up but in real time just un-slumped your shoulders and opened your eyes wide. eddie did his biggest grin yet and handed you back the glass of water.

‘i’ll get the guys to pick some up on their way over. stay right here’ he kissed you on the forehead and made his way to the phone.

‘uhhh gareth i’m gonna need you to bring one of everything from mcdonald’s on your way here’ eddie didn’t even wait for gareth to say hello when he picked up the phone.

there was a sigh.

‘…how many did she eat’ gareth’s spidey senses tingled.

‘enough. too much actually, i’m in for a long-‘

‘HIIIIIII GARETHHHHH,’ you appeared out of fucking nowhere. ‘NUGGETS?’ why use a full sentence after all? just saying NUGGETS at the man would obviously do the trick.

‘coming right up scoob’ eddie could hear his smirk through the phone. ‘and what would you like shaggy?’

‘drop dead’ eddie responded through a smile. ‘…cheeseburger and fries please’

by the time the guys reached eddie’s trailer, you were in silent mode. your vision was fuzzy, skin felt like velcro, cotton mouth was in full swing, there was a constant ringing in your ear and blinking was becoming an actual task. eddie was starting to get concerned but found comfort in knowing food was on its way. unfortunately eddie opened the door to an unwelcome surprise.

‘no’ was all he said when he met eyes with dustin & mike.

‘what?’ jeff asked holding 2 bags of mcdonald’s, slurping from a straw sticking out of one.

‘they can’t be here, they’re 12’ eddie spoke about the two as if they couldn’t hear.

‘we’re 15!’ they said in unison.

‘no!’ he said again, using his body to block the doorway.

‘nuggets?’ you attempted to shout from the couch but it came out as a dry whisper. only eddie heard.

‘hand over the food’ he compromised the barricade by putting one arm out.

‘idiot!’ gareth barged through the small opening using his bag of food as a battering ram.

‘nuggets!’ you said just as quietly but with a smile this time.

eddie clambered onto the couch you were sitting on to place the brownies on the top shelf before swiftly turning to dustin & mike, gripping their shoulders tight.

‘i’m not supplying class b’s to a bunch of freshmen. its bad enough that she’s out of action,’ without looking, he pointed behind to your melting body. ‘i actually wanna get out of this town alive and not shot dead by mrs wheeler, okay?’ dustin and mike stared blankly, wide eyed but blankly.

‘you do know i’m taller than you-‘ mike broke his gaze to point to the brownies on the shelf.

‘ARE WE CLEAR?’ eddie interrupted, gripping them tighter.

‘yes eddie!’ they stuttered together.

‘good’ eddie smiled, brushing them down.

‘NUGGETS?’ you actually shouted this time behind them, still slumped on the couch. eddie did an almost balletic 180 turn to face you, face softening immediately.

‘coming right up princess’

dustin & mike got a slap on the back of their heads for giggling at the pet name.

15 nuggets, a large portion of fries and half of eddie’s burger later, everyone was starting to loosen up a bit. gareth & jeff saved their food for later so they could feel the full effect, eddie wouldn’t even consider getting stoned before you’d got through the worst of it and the freshmen were just happy to be there. they thought eddie was soooooo cool, yet here he was. babysitting you. being responsible… he thought his street cred was over. but they admired him more, deep down.

‘feeling better scoob?’ gareth was starting to get giggly and watching you devour a milkshake without breathing definitely fuelled it.

‘who..’ you remembered to breathe. ‘is scoob?’ back to slurping with no remorse.

‘i don’t know lets ask shaggy’ he threw the screwed up bag at eddie.

‘does that make you velma’ eddie threw it back in return.

‘dustin is velma, i’m daphne’ he flipped his imaginary long ginger hair. dustin and mike shared a confused yet amused glance.

‘does… does that make me… fred?….’ jeff skipped giggle phase and landed straight in deep thought mode.

‘aww they’re girlfriend boyfriend!’ dustin and mike teased, making kissy faces at them.

‘OHHHH, SCOOBY DOO!! i get it now…’ you nodded into your milkshake. everyone laughed. you didn’t understand why. ‘dustin is totally velma’

everyone was arguing about lord of the rings when eddie noticed you’d gone quiet. not just staying out of it quiet, but not even going to laugh at how silly the situation was quiet.

‘hey sweet,’ eddie said quietly so only you could hear. you tried to move your head up to look at him but it didn’t work. ‘too many scooby snacks?’ he gestured to all the empty food boxes at your feet.

‘mmh’ was all you could manage. he then noticed you’d gone green. without saying a word he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom, telling dustin only with his eyes what the situation was. dustin suggested they all go to the park, gareth & jeff too gone to realise eddie had carried you across the room. eddie placed you down in front of the toilet and held your hair in a makeshift ponytail, rubbing your back. you were there for a while. eddie was impressed it took this long, he thought you were hard as fucking nails. when it was all out your system he hooked his arm under your shoulders and propped you up on the sink. taking your special eddie’s trailer tooth brush he cleaned you up with a smile. he always did everything with a smile when it came to you, no matter how gross it may seem from the outside. he knew you’d be mortified when you properly came round but seeing you this vulnerable, being your sole caretaker, was weirdly his happy place. you did it for him all the time, he loved, ADORED returning the favour.

picking you up bridal style once again, he carried you to his bedroom. after placing you down as carefully as possible and moving you onto your side, he ran back to the couch to fetch the bucket & water.

‘ez’ you attempted to call for him for the 0.5 seconds he was out the room. that was “ed’s” in your mind.

‘i’m here, i’m here’ he crouched down to face you after placing everything down.

‘ar ou g wa?’ you weren’t even sure what you tried to say then. but eddie deciphered it.

‘i’m not going anywhere sweetheart,’ he swiped his thumb over your sweaty brow. ‘close your eyes’ he whispered before kicking off his shoes and gently getting in bed behind you, tucking you into his frame.

‘ove ou’

‘love you too’ he kissed your ear and stroked your hair until you fell asleep.

the next morning you woke up to the smell of coffee right under your nose. opening your eyes, you discovered a steaming cup on the bedside table and a distant clatter that can only be eddie getting frustrated in the kitchen. rubbing your eyes you sipped from the mug and shuffled closer to the noise.

‘morning’ you muttered, feeling very groggy.

‘good afternoon!’ eddie popped out from behind a cabinet door, hair in a bun with a wooden spoon in his mouth. ‘do you know how many times i’ve reheated that? i kept having to check you were still alive!’ he giggled to himself, removing the spoon from his mouth to give you a big kiss on the forehead.

‘how long was i out?’ you grabbed eddie’s wrist to check his watch. ‘IT’S FOUR THIRTY?’ you tapped at his watch thinking it would tell you something different if you kept attacking it.

‘gareth woke up in the park today, you should be grateful you had a bed to sleep in!’ eddie tucked your hair behind your ears, laughing. ‘shit!’ he noticed his mac & cheese burning.

‘i’m never eating mystery baked goods ever again’ you thousand yard stared over the brim of your coffee

‘serves you right, doll!’ he winced at the too hot mouthful but continued to shovel more in. ‘anyway,’ placing the saucepan down, he climbed onto the couch to retrieve the brownies. ‘it’s my turn’ he grinned.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine

[itiswormtimebaby]

Here’s what I’m thinking about:

Biker!Bucky (who also happens to be your brother’s best friend) comforting you when you accidentally get way too high and think you’re going to die. 

TW: Recreational drug use (weed), talks of death (reader feels like they’re dying), virgin reader, suggestive

The illicit baked goods were handed over with very clear instructions, only eat HALF. But you were so hungry, and the brownie was surprisingly good, and what would really be the harm in eating a whole instead of a half? Death. Inevitable death would be the harm. 

There’d been a very pleasant twenty-five minutes where it felt as if you were dancing on air, now you could barely get any- breathing shallow, chest tight, head heavy. This was it. Goodbye, cruel world. You knew there was little to be done so you decided to embrace the inevitable, if you acted quickly maybe you could go in your sleep. So you filled your cats food bowl, pressed a quick kiss to her head, and crawled into your hammock to await the end- but wait, wait you couldn’t go with regrets, that was a sure fire way to come back as a ghost and you did not want to haunt your crappy walk up forever. No, no regrets. 

So you called James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, your brother’s Bucky. Bucky who lived only a few blocks away, Bucky who could send you off without regret. He picked up on the third ring, and didn’t get much in edgewise after a hesitant “Hello?” 

“Bucky! Bucky I’m dying and I need you to come over right now. The doors unlocked.” You’d hung up before he could ask any questions, best to save your breath, you reasoned. For his part Bucky had politely but firmly asked the girl currently occupying his bed to leave, and made for the door, tugging on gray sweats as he went. While he was positive your dumb ass wasn’t dying he wasn’t willing to leave you in a distressed state. 

When he kicked off his bike and made it inside he’d found you curled up in your hammock, clinging to your cat, eyes squeezed shut; he’d grabbed your attention with a gruff “Bug?” You’d shot up, furry feline friend taking off with a displeased hiss at the sudden rocking motion; “Thank God, Bucky! Get over here, I don’t have much time.” He’d crouched down next to your hammock, bringing his cool metal hand to your cheek, brushing away some stray hairs and taking note of your blown out pupils; “What the fuck are you on?”

“It- it was supposed to only be half the brownie, but I ate it all, I’m such an idiot and now-” He bit back a laugh realizing you were just stoned off your ass, not wanting to add insult to injury as your eyes welled with tears “-now I’m dying but I can’t go yet, Buck, I can’t, because if I die full of regrets I’ll have to haunt this stupid place forever.” 

“For Christ’ sake, Bug, you’re not dying, you’re just stoned.” 

With an adamant shake of your head you reached down and grabbed his flesh hand, pressing the palm of it flat to your chest as the tears in your eyes finally spilled over with a warbling hiccup; “I- I’m not, I am but I’m not- I know what death feels like.”

His mouth popped open in mock surprise; “Oh, you do? Because you’ve experienced it so many times?” 

Your bottom lip quivered as you glowered pathetically at him, “D-don’t be mean to me. Not right now.” Torn between pushing the issue and humoring you he chose to go with the latter. 

“Okay then, Bug, no regrets. How can I help?” 

With a small watery smile you turned in the hammock to fully face his kneeling form; “We’ve got to have sex-”

“Jesus fuck!” Your sincere expression, tear stained cheeks, and glassy eyes awakened something dark within him, pleasure spiking within his groin and pulling him to half mass even as he adamantly shook his head no. Seeing his refusal you began teetering on the brink of tears again; “Please Bucky, please, you have to fuck me, it has to be you. I don’t want to die a virgin and I love y-” 

Quicker than your sluggish brain could process the cool fingers of his left hand wrapped around your mouth, silencing you as his other hand smoothed across the top of your head and down to cup your cheek, thumb stroking it in small even passes. He took three steadying breaths, eyes clenched shut, before he met your gaze; “Shut up. We are not having this conversation right now.” You whined behind the gag of his hand, but he just shook his head firmly in return, so much for humoring you. “Bug, you are high as a fucking kite. So here’s what’s going to happen; I’m going to go get you a drink, and then you’re going to sleep. End of.”

He stood abruptly, moving towards the door of the bedroom as you pleaded with him to come back and take you, promising he could do whatever he wanted as long as he was inside you. You didn’t stop rambling until he stormed back in with a glass of water, towering over your prone form. “Listen to me,” he hissed “when I finally fuck you the only thing you’ll be high on is my cock, so do me a favor and shut the fuck up about it so I can take care of you until then.” 

AN: In hindsight I’ve taken some liberties with the use of the word “comforting.” 

#bucky barnes x reader #biker!bucky #bucky/reader #hwita #smut adjacent #bucky and bug #brother's best friend bucky

[daddy-dotcom]

Twice Baked

Summary: Two batches of brownies were made: one with laced with "maryjane," and one without. Unfortunately, the wrong ones end up in the hands (and mouths) of the BAU. Requested by my lovely mutual @swaggysagiewagie <3

Words: 1,050

Rating/Warnings: M- Drugs (marijuana), canon typical mentions of violence, fluff :)

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I don’t normally make it a habit of putting illegal substances in my baked goods. I actually don’t make it a habit of using illegal substances at all, given the FBI’s random drug screenings. But when my college roommate called me in a panic at 11 pm because she had already burnt 3 batches of her attempted “special” brownies, I knew I had no choice but to help her. It was her boyfriend’s birthday tomorrow and he specifically requested the dessert, so we spent the entire night baking our asses off. While I was busy baking the weed brownies, I thought it might be nice to bake some regular ones to take to work. I was extremely careful not to mix them up. I even marked the pan without the weed brownies with a red sharpie so that I wouldn’t mix them up in the morning. But after such a late night, I was in such a hurry the next morning that I hadn’t even noticed that the only pan left in the kitchen was a batch of pot brownies. And of course, I grabbed the pan without a second thought, and dropped them off in the break room, unaware of what was to come of my little mix up.

As the team trickled in and out of the break room to get their morning coffees, they each helped themselves to a brownie under the impression that it was just another one of my delicious baked treats. It wasn’t until Penelope called us all in to the meeting room for a debrief that I noticed something was off.

“LETS GET STARTED BECAUSE WE HAVE A LOT TO COVER PEOPLE” Penelope said in a much louder voice and with a much quicker pace than usual.

“Ourfirstvictimisa32yearoldpoliceofficerandwasfoundstrangledinhercar,aaaaaandoursecondvictimwas40yearsoldandalsoapoliceofficerandOH MY GOD WE’RE NEXT” she said.

That was odd, even for Penelope.

Just then, I could hear Spencer in the seat next to me trying to stifle his giggles.

“we’re gonna die,” he said, as if that was the funniest thing in the world. “I’ve died before it is not fun,” he said between laughs.

Oh no....

It hit me just then that Penelope and Spencer's behavior was no accident, this was a result of my delicious handiwork. I can't believe I actually mixed them up.

Of course I mixed them up.

I was up so late and as luck would have it, I brought the goddamn weed brownies into Quantico.

"Calm down mama, nobody's dying alright," Morgan said. I could tell he had some brownies too because he was talking incredibly slow and he was leaned all the way back in his chair.

"Morgan's right everybody just be cooooool." I'm guessing Prentiss also had some, but she was so relaxed that it seemed like this wasn't the first time she and Morgan have been high.

"JJ you alright?" Morgan asked. She had her head down on the desk and seemed like she was sound asleep.

"OHMYGOD SHE'S DEAD TOO" Garcia yelled.

"Shhhhh it's okay babygirl," Morgan cooed as he wrapped Garcia in an embrace.

"Oh god," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose in both embarrassment and defeat.

"What's going on?" Hotch asked, standing in the doorway and staring in confusion.

"Nothing boss man just hanging around" said Emily.

I knew I had to come clean to Hotch about the brownies. "Sir, I can explain" I said, feeling more embarrassed than ever. "I helped a friend make some brownies that were laced with...a certain substance, and I decided to make a regular batch for the team, but in my haste this morning I must've mixed them up."

“Yes! The brownies! You made them (Y/N)!?” Spencer asked bewildered, “that must be why they were soooo gooood.”

I could feel his hand moving to touch the exposed skin under my skirt, and while I should have immediately swatted his hand away, I let him linger for just a moment.

“Spencer, you’re high, you all need to chill out before we can get back to work” I said as I gently brushed his hand away.

“Can I give you a kiss?” he asked with a pout, completely ignoring what I had just said

“No!I mean….yes. Maybe? But not right now!”

"No one is going to do any work until they are no longer high. I can brief them on the plane once they sober up. As for you, (Y/N), I'd like to speak with you in my office."

Oh no, this was it, I was most likely going to get fired.

"(Y/N), I'll make this brief. I realize this was most likely a mistake on your part. That said, you still drugged our team members with a substance that is illegal in several states. However, given that it's technically legal in ours, I am only going temporarily suspend you from work for the duration of the case."

"I wanted to apologize again sir, I never wanted to cause anyone harm or distract them from work."

"I know (Y/N), just be grateful I'm not reporting any of you or requiring you all to get drug tested."

I nodded profusely and walked out of Hotch's office before he could change his mind. As I rounded the corner, I bumped right into Spencer's chest. He couldn't help but giggle some more as we collided.

"Sorry Spence, not just about bumping into you but also the whole weed brownie thing."

"It's okay (Y/N)," he said as his giggles subsided,"I reeaaaalllyyyy liked those brownies."

Seeing Spencer in this state, I couldn't help but laugh too. "I'll make you some normal ones sometime, Spencie," I said, playfully punching him in the arm.

".....soooo can I still give you that kiss?" he said, gently brushing my arm. He slowly leaned in with his eyes closed, but I couldn't help but smile as I put my index finger to his lips.

"Hotch kinda 'grounded' me at the moment, but I'll let you give me as many kisses as you want when you get back," I said with a wink.

I may have risked losing my job in the process, but I'd bake weed brownies all over again if I knew that it would cause my work crush to finally make a move.

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AN: Thank you for all the love on Bang My Line. It really motivated me to write more so here’s my second criminal minds 1shot. Get added to the tag list for my next fic The Visit. Hope y’all enjoy <3

#spencer reid #criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x reader #david rossi #derek morgan #mgg #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #paget brewster #aj cook #shemar moore #penelope garcia #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic

[hotluncheddie]

So very much on the same page, and I can’t stop thinking about it either. So, uh, here’s this? I guess?

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Usually, Eddie sticks to ice cream. He can squirrel plenty away from his job at Scoops—it can’t be called stealing if they’re just going to throw it away. 

But the store has recently expanded into decadent brownie sundaes, and there are whole trays going to waste, and Eddie can’t stand it. 

So more often than not lately, at home, after dinner and after Wayne has gone to bed, he smokes up and brings out the latest shift’s stash of liberated baked goods along with the last scrapes from a handful of different ice cream tubs. A plate for the former, a bowl for the latter, and one big spoon. He indulges in his high and his sweet tooth at the same time, slipping into the pleasant, hazy space of bite after bite after bite. The way his teeth sink into fudge brownie, just this side of stale but he’s found he can’t taste that difference much if he just nukes them in the microwave real quick. The way they’re *warm* after the microwave, heating up his mouth after the ice cream, making the next spoonful melt across his tongue, the mix of dripping cream and firm chocolatey goodness filling his mouth, filling him up. The way, after a few minutes, he can unbutton his jeans and the zipper takes care of itself, easing down with the swell of his belly like a sigh of relief. Of letting go. 

In those moments, he lets himself think of Steve. The one kiss they’d shared before the government had hustled Eddie and Wayne away in the night, no warning to them or anyone else before it happened. He lets himself imagine that it’s Steve pulling the zipper down, letting him breathe, letting Eddie shape his own image now that he’s not allowed to grow his hair out anymore. 

He traces the stretch marks that accompany his scars—marks that he chose for himself, not that anyone ever sees. There’s really only one guy for him, and, well… Eddie’s never found out what the government goons told his old friends, the monster hunters *or* the Corroded Coffin guys, but he figures the only two possible options are “dead” or “ditched you.” No way to come back from that, either way. So he contents himself with the Steve in his imagination because the real one will never see him again, will never have an opinion on his new curves or the red lines decorating his belly and thighs, good or bad. He never has to worry about that. 

Eddie eats another brownie, followed quickly by another spoonful ice cream, lets it melt and mix in as he chews. He swallows, letting his still crumb-dusted hand trace lightly over the sliver of belly that peeks out beneath a t-shirt that used to hang off him. Shivers, because the skin there is getting so deliciously sensitive. 

There are a few more brownies to go, and more than enough ice cream to accompany them. He picks up another, still warm. (The nice thing about the weed is that it usually lets him power through without needing to get up for a second round in the microwave.) In his imagination, Steve reminds him that he’s earned this after all the shit he’s endured and helps him shift so his jeans zipper won’t pinch as he continues to relax. 

And Eddie takes another bite. 

anon... i think im in love with u... this is too much... i don't know what to say

i think i need to run around naked in the moonlight to deal with my feelings about this.

i love how u write

the brownie sundays were the higher ups idea to boost business during the holidays. remind people that ice-cream wasn't just a summer thing.

eddie wasn't complaining, until he had to make the thing and it took ages. oh well, works work, and while its decently popular there's always leftovers. leftovers with the shortest shelf life in the store.

the tail end of winter and soon to be end of the brownie special is what made eddie really check in with where his body was sitting, without the bliss filled haze of his evening routine. his nights spent indulging in his sweet tooth, in his fantasies of steve, in the feelings the two mixed together stirred in his gut. it's heady and addictive, eddie doesn't want to stop. but the waistband of his shorts was quickly loosing its battle agains the sensitive skin of his pink streaked and scarred, stomach and hips.

eddie huffed, just managing to make the flaps meet. he strokes his fingers lightly over the skin of his underbelly. shivers, at how much he's changed.

eddie seems to take more notice his body that shift. he feels the bite of the seatbelt once he gets into his van, different than before. there’s a cool gust of air on the underside of his stomach when he reaches up to grab something from the top shelf of the supply cupboard. while he’s on his break he feels, for the first time, how his belly has just started to sit in his lap, how his thighs spread and fill up the chair.

he planned, like he does some days, to not take back whatever leftover there are. resist and start fresh, turn over a new leaf. fit back into his shorts.

but there are two full trays of brownie about to go to waste. and a selection of tub dregs that almost fill up half way when piled together.

he stows it all safely in the passenger seat.

wayne’s out till late with some work buddies and eddie has tomorrow off. the place to himself. he sits at the little kitchen table still in his work clothes, makes himself dinner like normal. then sets the first heated up try of brownie in front of himself. he imagines steve on the other side of the table. how he might be asking about his day, eddie would like to know about his. would he hold eddies hand across the tabletop? probably, if he asked.

he digs in, alternating between gooey chocolate and cool ice cream. without the haze of weed he feel the full force of its sweetness. halfway through he shifts, feels how the desert sits in his stomach. feels, more intensely than this morning, the pinch of his shorts. he attempts getting a finger between the waistband and the underside of his hip, but there no hope of getting it in. he takes another few bites of brownie, then ice cream, then brownie and walks his fingers lightly down the swell of his gut. he shivers, wonders what steve would say looking at him now, whether his eyes would darken, whether he would walk his own fingers across eddies stomach.

he signs again, brownie finished.

getting up, eddie loads up the microwave with the next batch and heads to his room to make this evening feel a bit more normal again.

spliff dangling from his lips he looks at himself in the mirror, undoing the button on his uniform and watching the zipper pull apart on its own. he lights up and pulls at his shorts, fascinated by the red lines left by his waistband. he traces them idly and inhales deep. his eyes roaming his now full stomach, pushing out agains the fabric, how the indent of his belly button is just visible. he traces that too, skims his fingers upward, over his nipple and bigger pec, up to take the splif from him mouth and exhale.

would anyone from hawkins still recognise him like this? he likes to think they would. his hairs shorter but he didn't have to dye it. same eyes, same mouth, his cheeks look a little rounder but, same face. same face that steve kissed, once, might kiss again, given the chance.

eddie would, given the chance.

he's starting to feels the blunt, hears the microwave beep. good, he's craving ice cream.

#if u wanted to keep going #in his pyjamas getting through the next batch #i wouldn't stop u #but ty ty ty ty for this ask anon #i seriously loved it #hotlunch #chubby eddie munson #steddie #weight gain story #ask #steddie wg #witness protection wg au

[lottiecrabie]

i full heartedly believe and support linecook!matty making the best edibles ever ik he be in that kitchen COOKIN bro

his side hustle is selling bomb weed brownies on the low ‼️‼️‼️

atp he’s growing his own weed too😭 i like to think of him as not liking baking because it’s too Constraining But i think he makes a mean pot brownie because he’s got Motivation. also maybe he makes her a batch of edibles because she still kind of sucks at smoking and this way she can get high without ruining her lungs🕺 and just them baking pot brownies together and listening to some music or a movie while floating on his couch and giggling and making out

#he sells his pot brownies to the crew lol #linecook!au #ask

[vampiiu]

Hi Love, May I Please Request A Fluff Where Argyle Being A 6'3 Teddy Bear Doesn't Realize How Much He Weighs When He Lays On Top Of Reader? Him Just Throwing Himself On Top Of Her And Squishing Her But He Loves To Cuddle? Please And Thank You

What to expect: GN! Reader, mention of 🍃

i loved writing this

It was no secret that Argyle was protective of you, even your insufferable math teacher knew it. So after a long day at Lenora High, all you wanted was to sit on your boyfriend’s bed and relax. However, said boyfriend also wanted to watch a movie, and you agreed. You were laying on his bed waiting for him to come back with the brownies he had baked (pun intended). Your eyes were closed until you heard a sound by your head. Looking beside you, there was a plate of steaming fodder on the nightstand. “Finally,” You groaned. It felt like hours you had been waiting.

“Well they still need to cool down, bunny.” Argyle said.

“Bunny?”

“Yeah. I mean, it fits, y’know? You’re always hoppin’ around and stuff, babe.”

“Mmh,” You responded. You were used to being called strange nicknames, and always expecting a new one.

What you didn’t expect, however, was for Argyle to help himself onto the bed and straddle your waist. He looked down at you with googly eyes that only he could master. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss he gave you.

“Besides, bunnies are cute. Just like you.” He added on.

Again with those sweet puppy eyes you couldn’t resist. Everyone noticed how much he worshiped you. You had been the first most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life, maybe tying with Jonathan.

“Oh yeah? Thank you, baby,” You said as you sat up and hugged him. You realized your legs were numb already from him sitting on your lap.

“Now get up, I can’t feel my legs!” You chuckled as you lightly pushed him.

“Anything for you, Y/N.” He replied… Dishonestly.

About 5 minutes into the movie, you noticed he was eyeing you. More than usual.

“Huh?” You muttered, confused.

“Can I…” He didn’t know how to finish his question (it’s probably the weed brownies), so he scooted closer to you and wrapped his arms around you, lightly squeezing.

“Can you cuddle me? Of course, stupid, you don’t have to ask.”

Uh oh. He was definitely going to take advantage of that. He straddled your hips again, but this time he stretched his legs out and threw his whole torso on you, transferring his whole body weight.

“Ar-” *WHEEZE* “Ar-gyle-” *WHEEZE*

He lifted off of you and you started coughing.

“Holy shit, did- do you have athima?”

Soon, your coughs turned into laughter, your face turning a dark shade of red.

“You mea- You mean asthma?” You said between more coughs.

“Yeah, yeah that. Do you need water? More brownies?”

“No, No, baby, I’m okay.” You chuckled.

“Here,” He said, handing you your water bottle, which you gladly took and chugged.

You reassured him time after time again, but his face was still one of great concern. He hugged you and kissed your cheek. He didn’t kiss your lips out of fear your “assma” would act up again.

Now your face wasn’t red out of exhaustion, it was red from the comments your beautiful boyfriend said without knowing how flustered they made you. He took your temperature, got you more water, and cuddled you WITHOUT CRUSHING YOU this time.

Soon, you both fall asleep in each other’s arms and drift away to meet again in your dreams. Which is why, even when he can be completely oblivious of how big he is, you still love him when he crushes you half to death. <3

#he's a little guy in a big body #i love him #so much #argyle #argyle franco #argyle stranger things #argyle x reader #argyle x male reader #argyle x gender neutral reader #argyle x female reader #stranger things #stranger things fandom #oneshot #fluff #st fandom #st fanfic #stranger things imagine

[deviantartidentitydisorder]

do you just put weed in the peanut butter and thats it? i desperately want to get into edibles but i am so so lazy

so what i do is i decarb my weed for 20~ish mins at a really low temp like 210-225? i don't have an exact method i just do whatever feels right at the time (im also weird about numbers though LOL) and i let that cool down, and in another jar i put peanut butter and occasionally a little bit of vegetable oil just to make sure it stays oily/fatty in the oven, and i mix all of the decarbed weed in and close the lid and cook it for 30-40 mins, on 245-275. after that, i just like mix it and then let it cool down with the lid on!

ive tried a lot of methods to make edibles, i've made infused oils before and i've found this method is the fastest, creates the least amount of waste/mess, and gets me the type of high that i want without also having to bake it into brownie mixes or find a way to do something WITH the infused oil. since its just pb, i can just eat it out of the jar!

#id also suggest looking up firecracker recipes and basing it off of that since thats what i did. i used to make a lot of firecrackers #and they were my favorite way to use weed and eventually i was like oh you know what. i bet i could make these without the bread

[ryuto12]

Random RWBY Headcanon I Think Part Nine

First random RWBY of 2023 so let's go for it's headcanon and idea time. Still don't know what part it is tho

Jaune can cook all sorts of stuff, like mac and cheese and sandwiches and the occasional slightly burnt oven pizza. He's used to cooking big meals with his sisters, so he isn't sure how to do it alone. Mostly Valean and Mistrali food.

Ren is the only real chef around, capable of beautiful salads and tacos and noodle bowls, and makes pizza from scratch. Entirely Mistrali dishes though learned some Valean from Jaune.

Pyrrha claims to cook, and everyone believes her. She can not. She pours cereal and microwaves noodle cups. She can not cook. She would die without Ren.

Nora can actually cook, but no one believes her. Growing up at the orphanage she got used to cooking, and it is at her best when cooking alongside Ren, where they become capable of 5-star dishes. Mistrali food.

Ruby is capable of using the toaster and microwave. Actually quite the skilled baker, and loves making her own cookies with her mom's recipe. Like I mentioned in part six, Patch weed brownies.

Blake is actually a really good cook because her parents taught her everything they knew about it, but her real skill is in holding a steak over a fire rdr2 style and just letting it roast. The only member of the group who can skill animals and cook them from there. The White Fang shared dishes from all around the world, so very multicultural foods.

Yang can cook, but like Nora no one believes her. Growing up she was usually feeding herself and Ruby, so after much trial and error she became rather good and making eggs, pancakes, toast, bacon, and sandwiches alongside noodles. Due to their parents being spies who traveled the world, Yang also does multicultural foods. Traditional Patch weed brownies.

Oscar can cook. Loves plucking shit from the gardens back home, throwing it in a pot, and turning it into soup. Casserole god. Mix of Mistrali, Valean, and the occasional Vacuan foods.

Weiss didn't even know what a toaster was before going to Beacon. Refuses to bake after accidentally eating one of Yang's weed brownies. She's learning slowly how to boil noodles and use the time cook on the microwave. Learns Atlesian foods from Blake just to say she knows her home cuisine.

#rwby #rwby headcanon #jnpr #team rwby #team jnpr

[hahahmitski]

Jacob and Weed edibles

this headcanon ain't really realistic to Jacob but I think it's funny. Weed mention heavily um I guess that's it might be Jillard but it's whatever you think for now.

Jacob and Millard were going out to do some shopping for some sweets like some of their friend's wanted from the candy shop. There was some brownies on a stand but in Italian so Jacob asked Millard what "edibili di erba brownie" was. Millard slightly cringed at what the guy was selling, but once Millard got the word brownie out of his mouth Jacob RAN to the stand of "brownies".

Millard didn't know that Jacob had a particular sweet tooth and Abe baked brownies for Jacob sometimes. Millard ran after him but he was so late and Jacob already paid for 5 of the brownies and Millard only ran to where Jacob had only one "Brownie" left. The guy who has the edibles had a sly smirk on his face and ran away. Millard shouted that they were weed edibles but Jacob was already halfway done with the brownie.

Once Jacob heard Millard he immediately dropped it, yet, he already ate the edibles. Millard just found himself a peculiar because weed edibles weren't invented until the 1960's. But he didn't have time to worry about that at the moment. Thank the birds that the edibles were only the width and length of a gummy bear, hence, Jacob buying 5. Jacob reported shortly after eating the edibles (2-5 minutes give or take) feeling dizzy and that he could see Millard.

Millard thought for a minute, the edibles shouldn't of taken effect in an hour but he remembered the man who made it is peculiar. Millard placed Jacob's arm over his shoulder and brang him to the house. Jacob's eyes were slowing but surely turning blood-shot. Millard called for a family meeting in his and Jacob's room.

Once everyone entered, he shown everyone Jacob. There were some gasps among the peculiars but they were all at least a bit shocked nonetheless. Some children knew that Jacob or thought he had something bad and someone them just saw this blood-shot eyes and were a bit scared. He told everyone that Jacob ate something bad that isn't infectious but just try to limit talking to him at the moment.

Jacob had seen everyone and told them "wattz up fam?" Something else that didn't make sense to any of them but Noor who was crying out of laughter, but bitting her lip to contain the laughing. Enoch then shouted angrily "This is the guy to saved all of Peculiardom! Why did he eat wee-" Horace then placed his hand over Enoch's mouth, reminding him that there are Olive, Claire still home and the other in-training Ymbryne's. Enoch mutter a curse under his breath but Millard or any of the children didn't have time to worry about that. Noor on the other hand bursted out laughing, crying as well.

Millard whispered (in case Olive and Claire were eavesdropping) to them in a circle without Jacob that he ate weed edibles from a Peculiar from the present. The effects would -thankfully- run out as the same time within eating regular edibles. Jacob had to take a nap (prolly 1-2 hours from then) and he would be all good. In the middle of Millard telling them why they shouldn't tell the Bird Jacob came over and told them slightly slurred that he could see Millard and that he loved his brown curly hair.

The peculiars could see Jacob curling song hair but Millard stood there in utter shock. Hugh waved his hand in front of Millard's face trying to get him to talk again. Little did they know before Millard went invisible he had brown curly hair, and Millard felt his hair being pulled slightly. Once Hugh shook his head in front of Millard shook his head and told them that he could actually see him. Everyone was shocked, but then Millard wanted to get back on track as quick as possible. They brang back Olive and Claire into the room and told them that they should keep this in-between themselves. I mean, how hard can watching over a teen be anyway?

P.S. I don't care what the proof in Hollow City says about Millard.

I should be getting a AO3 soon so you guys want me to continue there? (Reposting this and commenting or just commenting is fine for an answer).

#mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #millard nullings #Weed edibles #Goofy #I had a dream about this #jacob portman #Millard is visible #Zaza #weed mention #Jillard

[dgknightblue]

Oh my god I just had a beautiful idea!

Simmons smokes weed.

Doctors orders!

It helps his anxiety and stress!

Grif tries to make him a weed dealer.

Hahahahahahahahaha

Simmons has a little weed farm…..

The dude has 22 daughters and several grandkids, he deserves a little weed.

How the fxck? Do you ask?

Adoption you dummy! 21 adopted daughters and one biological kid.

20 come from his squad. He thought they were setting him up for a big prank so he willingly signed the papers, but when he looked at a filing cabinet he realized they were real.

His youngest adopted daughter is Kiya! She’s a little kid.

His biological daughter is Lulani. She’s a teenager.

Simmons bakes weed cookies and carries them around. He makes sure not to mix them with the cookies he bakes for his kids. Usually their brownies to make extra sure.

I just think it’s funny if my Simmons gives everyone heart attacks and stuff.

Sarge: Great Scott! Grif is corrupting Simmons! Men, get my shotgun!!

Simmons: He’s not corrupting me, Sarge. The doctor-

Sarge: He’s even back sassing me! This is a sad day!

Then I’d just have Grif thinking Simmons is getting hotter everyday.

Okay so I mixed two ideas together because that’s extra funny. Simmons having a horde of daughters that will go 40 Senators vs Julius Caesar on anyone who cross him. In this case 20 daughters (young adult) 2 daughters (kids- teens) a few grandkids and grand babies.

You can have the weed idea without the 22 daughters and a few grandkids idea. I just thought it was funny.

My Simmons is becoming a cool guy :3

Oh! Random fic with Weed Simmons!

Grif meets Simmons and at first thinks he’s just a nerd until he caught him smoking weed in the forest of a park. Simmons tries to make him think he was seeing things and it almost worked if it wasn’t for Donut.

“My stash!”

“What stash?”

“My weed! Donut threw it away!”

“Good! It’s bad for you!”

“No it’s fxcking not! My doctor gave it to me for my anxiety you xsshole! Fxck! I’m having a panic attack! Shxt shxt shxt I can’t breathe!”

“Oh no, I’m sorry! I’ll try to see if I can salvage any of it!”

“It’s too late! It’s too fxcking late!”

Grif managed to find the last cookie Simmons had in his bag. Simmons thanked him with a kiss (if you know my head canon you know he kisses Grif with tongue >:3 ) and oh Fxck Grif has been slain.

Simmons is just too hot now! Out of his league!

Muscles? Piercings? Tall? Freckles? WEED? It’s too much!

Funnier if Simmons kisses Grif more when he can’t get weed, he just replaces weed with kissing.

Worried out of his mind? Grab Grif by his shirt and start kissing! Scared at the idea of failure? Make out with Grif intimately!

Simmons losses the weed smell in favor of… cough the smell of certain activities with Grif.

IDK

#au #red vs blue #rvb Simmons #rvb grif #grimmons #weed #weed au #rvb sarge

[mcwexlerscigarette]

whats the most fucked up you ever got in your life. drunk or high or both

omgggg. the most fucked up i’ve ever been was when i tried edibles for the first time. literally THE biggest mistake of my life. here’s the story: i was 18. i had just recently started smoking weed, literally about two weeks before this so i was very new to it all. i had been begging my stepmom to try edibles with me for a while and then one night my dad brought home a walmart bag full of weed. my stepmom made the weed butter WITHOUT measuring the weed, she literally just guessed (mistake #1). anyway we used the weed butter in this boxed peanut butter chocolate brownie mix (mistake #2) and baked it. finally we tried them. three hours later and it hadn’t hit either of us yet. so i thought “hey maybe she didn’t put enough weed in there. maybe i gotta eat more to actually get to the weed.” so i ate more. and i didn’t eat just one more....i ate two more (mistake #3). fourty minutes later and still nothing. so i ate one more (mistake #4). so thats four brownies in total. and then finally......finally it hit me. 

well, the first brownie did. and it was fun for a second. i was like “hey! it finally kicked in! im so excited!” and then....the second one hit me. this is where i started to get scared. i could feel the blood rushing through me very intensely and my heart beat started getting faster. i as kinda scared, but i was still alright. i was managing. 

and then....................everything slowly started falling apart. the third one hit me. i started getting very very scared at this point because i got very very very cold and i could feel the blood rushing through me even harder and my heart was beating faster. the paranoia started to set in. the fear started to set in. i tried to use my phone to call my dad to come back home and take care of me but i couldn’t remember my passcode so i stole my stepmom’s phone and somehow guessed her passcode and called my dad. she was actually asleep, the brownies had made her really sleepy. anyway i went to the living room and called my dad, mind you i as very very high and very scared so i really couldn’t talk normally. also, the tv happened to be up really loud because i thought the loud noise would comfort me. so i said to my dad “hey can you come home?” and he was like “no, not right now. whats wrong? wheres (stepmom?” and all i could answer him was that “she’s sleeping.” and THEN he heard the tv and thought somebody was at the house with us. “whos that in the background?” he asked. and i responded very very nervously “uh its the tv.” and then he was like “no it’s not” and the paranoia hit me REALLY fucking hard. i thought someone was really in the house with us so i hung up the phone with my dad (without saying goodbye or anything else) and went back to my sleeping stepmom.

i woke her up. i tried to remain calm because i didnt wanna look like a weirdo or anything so i gave her back her phone and told her that she needed to hurry up and call my dad back fast. she was very confused obviously but i told her i wanted to tell him that there was no one in the house and that i was just too high to explain it to him. and she did. she also saw that i was freaking out she told me that getting me a glass of water would help. i asked her to go get it for me but she wouldnt so i had to walk into the kitchen myself. all of a sudden (LITERALLY in the blink of an eye) i was standinh in front pf her with a glass of water. i fucking teleported from her room to the kitchen and then back to her room. the fourth brownie had hit me and that is when i absolutely LOST...MY....SHIT. i started screaming at her and begging her to help me but she was very high too and thought i was joking around. finally she figured out i wasnt and then told me that i needed to throw up the brownies. i made her follow me to drink more water/throw up the brownies. i chugged an INSANE amount of water, so much that my stomach was in pain. so now on top of being violently high i was having stomach trouble. i was also extremely cold, like i was shivering so hard i could barely stand. i tried to throw up the brownies but obviously it was too late for me. there was nothing i could do. i was stuck.

my stepmom called my dad again to tell him to come home and take care of me because she couldn’t do it. she was messed up too. anyway, as she called my dad i started hallucinating him there with us.....like i fully envisioned my dad in the room with us as she talked to him on the phone. i freak out even harder when i realize that im hallucinating. she ends up going to sleep back in her room while im standing at the kitchen sink chugging copious amounts of water. i dont know how long it lasted because you know how time feels when you’re high but i sat there hallucinating and then switching back to reality over and over and over and over again for what felt like hours. and each time it would happen i’d freak out more and more.

i woke up my stepmom again and begged her to help me. she told me to come get in the bed with her but i didnt wanna go to bed because i was convinced that her fluffy white bed was gonna swallow me whole and kill me. and if the bed didn;t kill me, the wall was gonna suck me into it. sooo i freaked out a little while longer and realized my only choice was to go to bed. that was the only way to make it all stop. so i layed down on her floor next to her bed, a place i thought was safe from her bed and wall, and eventually went to sleep. 

it was literally the most horrifying night of my life  i was messed up for like a month after that and im still kinda scared of weed to this day. it like actually traumatized me a little lol

[teakoodrawz]

Sweets lover Mark is very relatable imo, I myself can't go a day without at least a good few cookies! Right then, respectively, what are his favorite desserts and candies?

For Chromius... I can imagine it'd be along the lines of "Brownies are favorite dessert, candy not so sure"

(Yeah I've not FULLY characterized Chromius yet lol)

yess..

you and me handshaking. hc mark loves to eat Sweets 🤝

as mentioned b4. his favorite desserts can be any cakes like mango bravo. strawberry shortcake. maybe coffee or lemon jelly every after meal. and konpeito or lemon drops

i'm sure mark would love to bake for Chromius some special very brownies (not weed) for it

#[e-mail] #i'm still keeping the hc canon mark favorite is sour and spicy things #that man is unhinge #so the other different mark like ms. molly and devil are healthier guys #i'm so sorry this was late to reply

[loveleftbehind]

"Ennie! Your stupid noodle cake is done, I'm taking it out of the oven!! Promised Tak I'd bake her 'non-weed' brownies so she has some she can eat without meeting God again..." //hes talk about lasagna<3

"Kaz. Buddy. Pal. My brother in christ."

"If you ever, and i mean EVER, call it that shit again i'm taking away your bagel privilages. Shut the fuck-"

#this has been rotting in my askbox forever im so sorry i couldnt figure out how to respond without ennie just being a dick #alas #. #say hi to the adults for me; ennie

[kipixxx44]

entry 4

7/30

i had a breakdown last night i think, not a bad one but enough to make me upset with myself but i woke up and let it go and now it's not serious anymore. i relapsed

bligh and i are on the phone as i write this. he makes me nervous. not in the bad way. we aren't really platonic (or, good at keeping it that way) and i don't think we're really romantic either, it's like a secret third worse thing. a thing that makes me nervous. a thing that complicates things. he told me that every time he gets close to me i find a way to destroy him which is valid (and true?), i've been told i do that to people and things and situations but it sucks coming from someone you care about, someone you love. i love him in a complicated way. a way that makes me nervous. i don't want to be with him because it's not sustainable, or realistic, his family and my family wouldn't do well together, i wouldn't do well with him, i'm not where i need to be in order to give him what he needs. or deserves, i think is a better way to put it. plus, he's moving. but i don't want to string him along or love him for an allotted amount of time and then he leaves and both of us end up hurt. plus, shit with jj would get really, really messy. complicated. that, once again, makes me nervous.

bligh is probably one of the coolest people i've ever met, no joke. he understands me in a way that freaks me out but i think it's mutual. he's tall and strong and his eyes are pretty and his smile is stupid and it pisses me off in a way that i've found i'm, unsurprisingly, very attracted to. he's creative. that's one of my favorite things about him. he's gonna be an engineer, and a damn good one. he's never not thinking and he's always doing something. skating, photography, guitar, baking, he knows a lot about plants because of his mom, but he's also done just about everything under the sun at least once. like crocheting. he says he sucks at it though. if i had ten bucks for every hobby bligh has had or currently has, i would have, like, a fuck ton of weed money. i didn't mention that bligh is also my smoke buddy. and my sneaking out buddy. and the person i sit with on the bus every day. anything that involves me could also probably involve bligh, we're cool like that. we can just coexist and it's comfortable. "our spot" has been deemed at the elementary school playground on the platform that's the perfect size for both of us to sit without his legs bending weird. (i'm only like, 5'1 for reference--) he has pretty good music taste, i've made him like fifty something playlists (that is an exaggeration) but he only knows about three or four. also, i taught him how to kiss. it was after we made a really good batch of brownies and the red hot chili peppers song my mom slow danced to at her wedding was playing. i hadn't kissed a boy in years. i think about that (him) a lot

i went back to school shopping with my dad today and it sort of turned into a mall trip because he asked me if i wanted clothes. the only thing my father and i ever really bond over is obligation. we do what we gotta do, as he puts it. that, unfortunately, is also all we do. he doesn't get my interests and hobbies and vice versa, we don't agree on most "intellectual conversation topics" so anything deep that could be discussed can and will, without fail, become an argument of some variation because i'm always too sensitive and he's never sensitive enough. so i grasp what i can, which translates into, if we go grocery shopping i can be in your company and you can be in mine and we will just be. and that's nice, i like just being. we haven't gone grocery shopping in a few weeks

i did see joey, though, which was cool. we talked about work and how we're really doing under everything, (he is, as always, "on the verge" and i am over it.) we also talked lots of hypotheticals. how many twelve year olds could we take on in a fight? how much does that number increase if we are armed with a metal bat? you know that big brother thing where they come up to you completely wordlessly, throw punches that would 100% hit you full force if you moved at all and then walk away after almost but not really beating you up? he did that a lot too. i don't see him often anymore but i like that we still have a sibling connection. he gives me really good advice on everything except kaz. that's another thing we talked about. every time the topic is brought up he just says she's a bitch and that he never went through what i did so he can't offer anything i haven't probably already heard. which is fine. i don't expect him to know what to say. kaz flew back in today so now i've fallen back into that weird thing i do where i have anxiety attacks before i go anywhere except therapy and to the park, with bligh

i don't have much else to write about right now so i'm going to cap this here and pick up tomorrow, probably

thanks :)

[shyujikl]

Best Grinder For Kief: Top 10 Picks For 2023

- What is Kief and Kief catcher - So What is Kief catcher? - How to use a grinder for kief to collect kief - Best Grinder For Kief 2023 Cannabis lovers like to collect kief, but they often buy the wrong grinder and cannot collect their favorite kief,In this article, we'll show you the best grinders for kief so that you can get the most out of your cannabis. Kief is a powder that can be extracted from the cannabis plant. It contains the most concentrated form of THC, as well as other cannabinoids and terpenes. It is also known as pollen and crystals among cannabis lovers, but whatever people call it, it's all the same substance   This material consists of the trichomes of the female marijuana plants which are the resin glands containing cannabinoids. If you break open the marijuana bud you can easily see some small white crystals, this is the trichomes of the female marijuana plants, It can be used in many different ways, such as adding it to joints or blunts for added potency or mixing it into baked goods like brownies and cookies for an intense THC experience.   If you want to extract Kief from this marijuana, then you must use a weed grinder for this process because you need to use a weed grinder to grind the dried female cannabis plant to separate it from other plant parts, this process produces The powdery substance is Kief, and then you only need to collect it with a kief catcher A kief catcher is a device that has been designed to separate the trichomes from the plant material. Because kief is difficult to collect with a traditional grinder, it is very important to have a smoke grinder with a kief catcher   The most common kief catcher on the market is generally made of metal, It is usually placed on the bottom of a grinder and is shaped like a net like filter, so that when you grind your weed it will collect all of the trichomes as they fall through into its chamber. The holes of these kief catchers are small enough to catch the trichomes so when you grind your weed, the trichomes get separated from the rest of the plant matter and remain on top of it, where they can easily be collected by placing them in a kief catcher   A well-made metal mesh screen will have holes that are uniform in size and evenly spaced apart so that it catches as much kief as possible without clogging up too quickly.   They preserve terpenes and cannabinoids better than other methods of extraction (such as butane hash oil). This means that when you smoke or vaporize your ground bud, you'll get more flavor and potency than using any other extraction method. To obtain kief, cannabis must first be ground into a fine powder using a weed grinder. To begin, load the weed grinder with the cannabis buds you intend to pulverize. You can use whatever you have on hand, although tweezers or tongs will help you avoid touching the marijuana. When starting to grind marijuana, you need just use one hand to hold the weed grinder. To use your herb grinder, place the herbs in the top compartment and turn the top until the herbs are finely chopped and fall through into the bottom.   If you're using dry flower, grind it up until it resembles a fine powder. You just need to put the grinder and twist it in a circular motion until all of your weed is finely ground up. Ground marijuana can easily get Kief through the Kief catcher at the bottom, but because there are many low-quality weed smoke grinders on the market, some partners can’t get the kief they want after buying this kind of smoke grinder, So it is very important to buy a high-quality weed grinder. Of course, if your budget is high, you can also find a factory to directly customize a weed grinder, below I will list several best grinder for kief for you in 2023 Weedabest herb grinder is made of high-quality stainless steel, with a brushed finish and rubber grip. The sharp diamond-cut teeth do quick work of even the thickest of herbs. This sturdy little grinder is made of aluminum alloy and features sharp teeth that Grind your herbs to the perfect consistency every time.   It has four pieces of sharp teeth that will help chop up your herbs and tobacco into small pieces so that they burn evenly when used in pipes or blunts.   The 2.5-inch herb grinder comes with a built-in sifter screen that can be removed for easy cleaning when you are done using it. This screen helps to separate kief from the herbs so that you can enjoy both at the same time! The 2.5 -inch herb grinder also has a magnetic lid that keeps everything inside nice and secure while you grind your herbs or spices. This means that nothing will fall out while you are using this device which could cause accidents or injury if they were not properly secured in place while in use! This is a high-quality and durable grinder for kief with a large capacity. It is made of stainless steel and has a built-in pollen catcher. It also has an extra large pollen chamber. The 63mm Herb Grinder for Kief With Handle comes equipped with 4 razor-sharp blades that make short work of even the toughest material.   This 63mm Herb Grinder for Kief With Handle has durable and ultra-sharp diamond-shaped cutting teeth that grind your herbs to perfection every time. And it ensures you get a smooth grind every time, while also helping to prevent lumps and produce beautifully fine particles   This 63mm Herb Grinder for Kief With Handle has a magnet in the lid so that it stays closed when not in use keeping your herbs fresh when not in use.   The bottom cap also has a built-in pollen scraper that helps you collect kief from your material during grinding operations. You can easily access the pollen by simply opening up the bottom cap and removing it from the grinder's body. This 4-layer Aluminum Weed Grinder For Kief has a distinctive design that not only looks nice but also performs well. Because it is made of a high-quality aluminum alloy, it may be used for a long time without rusting. It is also quite small—only 45 mm in diameter—and very simple to carry.   The kief catcher can be easily removed from the bottom of the grinder so that you may collect the kief and put it into a small container or bag. There is a pollen catcher at the bottom of the grinder that allows you to gather the pollen from your herbs by simply shaking it.   This 4-layer Aluminum Weed Grinder For Kief is also excellent if you want to store your ground kief or other powders in an airtight container. The bottom portion of this grinder has storage room for 2 grams of kief at a time, where you can keep your kief. SINJYUN Grinder is a new high-end grinder that features a combination of conical and diamond-shaped teeth. The conical teeth are designed to provide maximum grinding power while the diamond-shaped teeth will ensure that your herbs are ground as fine as possible.   The SINJYUN Grinder Classic. It is the first-ever dual-purpose grinder that has been designed for both grinding and storage. The SINJYUN Grinder is made by hand with high-quality materials and comes in 3 different styles:   The Classic can be used to grind your herbs, spices, and even coffee beans. This grinder is made from zinc alloy and includes a magnetized top which will prevent your herbs from falling out. It also has an extra-large capacity, which means you will be able to grind enough for multiple sessions with this one grinder!   The SINJYUN Grinder Deluxe Version. This version comes with a little extra style and flair! The Deluxe Model also has a storage compartment at the bottom but it also comes with an adjustable pollen scraper which allows you to scrape all of your kief off of your screens and into the storage compartment. This means less mess and more fun!     it's got everything you need to make sure that you get the most out of every hit or smoke session possible.  This electric herb grinder with kief catcher is designed for grinding up herbs and spices. This electric herb grinder can grind up to 4 ounces of herb at a time , it has a storage compartment for keeping different types of herb separate, so you can mix it up every time you make your favorite blend.   Different from the traditional herb grinder, this electric herb grinder has an electric motor inside to power the internal blades. It even has three different grinding options: coarse, medium, and fine. This allows you to choose the texture of your herbs and spices depending on what you're using them for. to choose the mode that suits you     It has three different grinding settings and an extra large kief catcher that catches all the pollen and kief so you can enjoy it later. The kief catcher can be removed to be emptied and cleaned or replaced after being used for some time. This makes it easier for people who are just starting out with vaping or smoking marijuana because you don't have to spend time cleaning up after each session.   Most people make the mistake of thinking that this type of grinder will be too complicated for them, but it's actually very easy to use! They are designed so that anyone can use them without any prior experience. You don't even need any special skills or knowledge in order to operate an electric herb grinder with kief catcher! This is an beautiful wooden grinder with kief catcher . The American Black Walnut it's crafted from is of the highest grade, making it both eco-friendly and natural. The sophisticated dark stain gives it an air of elegance.   This grinder's teeth are made of high-quality stainless steel; they're razor sharp and will make short work of whatever herbs you throw at them. Kief may be easily collected with just a light rotation of the device.   It also comes with an extra pollen scraper so that even if some kief gets stuck inside the screen, you can still get it out without any hassle whatever!   It's eco-friendly nature makes it an excellent option for anyone who wants to take care of their environment while still enjoying their herbs Read the full article