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prokopetz:

Bad: Hobbit pipeweed is probably just tobacco because [something from Tolkien’s unpublished letters].

Also bad: Pipeweed is totally marijuana. All hobbits are stoners.

Good: “Pipeweed” is a catch-all term for anything you can stick in a pipe and smoke. Some of it will give you a light nicotine buzz, and some of it will get you absolutely blasted out of your mind. Hobbits are perfectly aware which is which, but since their system of classification is based on what farm the pipeweed was grown on rather than what species of plants went into it, the distinctions are often opaque to outsiders. If a hobbit offers you a puff of “Old Toby”, make sure you know how old Toby likes his pipeweed before you accept!

early-sxnsets:

devilswalkingstick:

i think more characters should have canes actually. theyre cool. theyre sexy. they can have swords in them. they come in any color u want.

hi im stepping in as ur local cane user and i just wanna quickly add this about cane swords: if someone is putting weight onto their cane, they almost definitely aren’t using a cane sword (some exceptions may be possible). this is because the usual cane sword is made hollow with a relatively flimsy exterior metal as to not scrape against the interior sword, and thus the handle is typically the only solid part.

trust me–i’ve been on the lookout for a sturdy cane sword for years that would be practical for use and everytime i could feel it struggling under pressure.

it makes it relatively unreliable as a cane for the majority of people who use canes…. however! there is a neat alternative!

you can instead opt for a trusty knife hidden in the top of the cane, therefore making the rest of the cane sturdier to use, and, additionally, less likely to be checked when passing security. another fantastic cane that a friend of mine has actually unscrews the handle to reveal a tiny compartment that fits a small bottle. she mentioned it’s an antique, so we theorized that it was for cocaine back in the day, but it could fit other things (cyanide, maybe for a disabled spy character?)

also, as someone who also is trained in sword-based self defense: i find that i can relatively translate most basic strikes using my cane, if needed. just something to use….

what i’m getting at is there are lots of ways to expand upon epic cane usages.

“Huh, I’m…tired early for once.”

“Mm, because I dosed your coffee.”

“Youwhat-”

The whumper makes a displeased noise. “Oh please, just because I make you sleep in my bed doesn’t mean you can disturb mycycle.”

The whumpee’s face is a mix of astonishment and confusion. “You don’t have the right-”

“I don’t have the right to do most of the things I do to you but, god damn it, you will sleep earlier than 2am.”

number-1-transfem-berdly-enjoyer:

furbearingbrick:

trans-52-gal:

hera-the-something:

victor-the-gay-bitch:

perilous-blue:

furbearingbrick:

pass the crab to your followers

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*tosses the crab like a wedding bouquet*

[Image ID: an image of a crab with a transparent background. End ID]

a new hand touches the crab

*passes the crab like a joint in a weed circle*

please don’t smoke the crab

Oh I’ll smoke the fuckin crab if I damn well WANT TO

trans-52-gal:

hera-the-something:

victor-the-gay-bitch:

perilous-blue:

furbearingbrick:

pass the crab to your followers

image

*tosses the crab like a wedding bouquet*

[Image ID: an image of a crab with a transparent background. End ID]

a new hand touches the crab

*passes the crab like a joint in a weed circle*

please don’t smoke the crab

cyanityinsanity101:

huffy-1337:

whats-a-bear:

me: these edibles ain’t shit

me 15 minutes later:

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BEAR HAS REACHED MACH 2

WE HAVE LOST VISUAL ON BEAR

i swear they put coke in that cappuccino app the harem downloaded it yesterday and we’ve been bitching abt random shit on it nonstop since

dracula: my three roommates. and yes, they smoke weed

uhm i took a rlly big fuckig gummy and its probs gonna kick in in the next 2 hours… idk why it takes 4 hrs but it just does! but im rlly exciiitedddd.

so this happened recently[ID: a cartoony sketch of me sitting on the ground, eyes wide and teary, lo

so this happened recently

[ID: a cartoony sketch of me sitting on the ground, eyes wide and teary, looking down at a leopard gecko which is asleep in my hands. An arrow points to me which reads: “Me (high off my ass)”, and an arrow to my gecko which reads: “My Lizard (sleepy)”. END]


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im-the-queen-of-stardust:

Now that I’ve finished the whole show, enjoy this very incomplete list of favourite Jon quotes:

“Fine, fine, I’ll be more lovely. Now, can I get back to work?” MAG17

“I will record and add that part when it is found, either by myself or, given the scale of the Archive’s mismanagement, by my successor when I pass away from old age.” MAG19

“I’m not entirely made out of stone” MAG27

“Mh…more meat. Interesting.” MAG30

“Well, this pompous ass has some very urgent work to do ” MAG76

Very snarkily “Yes, I know what a meme is.” MAG76

“It is remarkably easy to get an axe in central London” MAG78

“What, I could be on drugs.” MAG83

“I suppose that leaves skulking around the periphery, which is what I was already doing!” MAG85

“Thays not fair! Sometimes I was kidnapped.” MAG114

“Every other Avatar gets to have their feelings burned right out of them, but me? I’ve just got to sit in mine.” MAG139

“I am not, nor have I ever been, “adorable.”” MAG164

weirdgirlcore:

hello transfem ed truthers and enjoyers this is a fucking fantastic reading in terms of contextualising ed’s femininity as something empowering and religious to her please check it out

this is complicated by the following episode, "the art of fuckery". when ed tells the story of the kraken killing his dad, he doesn't use gendered pronouns for the beast. he tells the story, the crew is shocked, he swings straight into talking about weaponizing fear. when stede and the crew ask for a lesson on this, ed's reply is odd: "but be careful what you ask your god for. she might just answer."ALT
who's the god in this scenario? ed? ed in the kraken persona? because if it's that, ed just referred to herself with feminine pronouns.ALT
in order to murder his father, free his mother, and reject the order of his society and his society's oppressive male god, ed doesn't just become "the kraken" - he became a feminine divinity.ALT
so if ed is identifying with the kraken, and telling the crew to be careful of what they ask for because "she might just answer" - he has created a primordial feminine god in order to overthrow the violent, abusive patriarch who terrorised him and his mother. the man who was the head of the house, who had to be obeyed under an order decreed by god.ALT

(ID in alt) honestly reading an article from a popular and highly regarded website and seeing them refer to ed with she/her pronouns as they talk about how she literally reclaims religion and the concept of god for herself as something inherently feminine in order to save herself and her mother from her father’s abuse and a patriarchal society as a whole, literally becoming her own god to protect herself from the one that approves of a world that hates her, was one of the most earthshaking experiences of my entire life I feel like I just took a fucking party drug or something. I’m crawling around on the ceiling right now. I can’t believe this is real

triggerjolly:

normal-horoscopes:

whilomm:

happy-hudson:

normal-horoscopes:

There once was a doctor named Freud

who woman preferred to a-void

bitch loved his cocaine

But he couldn’t explain

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jeanjauthor:

qweerhet:

toadbutch:

smoldragonborn:

“we need to stop the stigma towards drug users and addicts” and “we need to challenge the idea that being sober makes you boring” and “we need to stop acting like binge drinking to the extent you’re doing medical damage is fun and normal for young people” are all ideas that can and should coexist.

just so we’re clear, the threshold for “binge drinking to the extent you’re doing medical damage” is waaaay lower than you think.

I work in an obstetrician and gynaecologist’s office. we have to tell patients on a regular basis that they are binge drinking weekly when they think they are simply consuming a normal amount of alcohol on the weekends.

having more than 3 drinks in a single sitting if you have an estrogen based endocrine system is a binge that is medically significant.

having more than 5 in a sitting is a medically significant binge for someone with a testosterone based endocrine system.

every time you do this, it significantly impacts your risk of getting breast cancer, and damages your liver. it takes time to recover from that liver damage. if you’re having a 3-5 or more drink binge on a weekly basis, you are an alcoholic, medically speaking, and your liver is not recovering.

again: the bar for what binge drinking is, medically, is so much lower than what you think it is.

alcohol is a really toxic substance and not something you should fuck around with.

again: if you have an estrogenized hormone system (common for most women), then 3 drinks is a binge. if you have a testosteronized hormone system (common for most men), then 5 drinks is a binge.

anything above that number, consumed as frequently as weekly or more, and you’re medically a binge drinking alcoholic.

also, if you’re drinking any quantity of alcohol 6 days a week or more, that’s another threshold at which, medically speaking, you meet the definition of alcoholism. your liver needs more days without alcohol in your system than just one a week to recover and be healthy.

I don’t say any of this to shame anyone—to me, alcoholism or substance use disorders aren’t a sign of weakness or moral failing. and most of us genuinely don’t know this stuff.

rather—I point this out because it’s important to reduce harm, and find ways to live healthier, happier lives. there is a life outside of constant binge drinking. it’s not always easy to find it. but it’s out there. you deserve a life where your emotional needs are met by something other than alcohol, and a life in which your liver is healthy, and the ways you cope and celebrate and find joy don’t put you at increased risk of cancer.

also–even if alcohol is the only way you can self-medicate, or if you choose to go on with your alcohol usage anyway regardless of other options–you still deserve to know what it’s doing to your body.

information is key. you don’t have to stop drinking, but the utter lack of education on alcohol + the normalization of binge drinking in current society leads to many people drinking without any idea of what it’s doing to their bodies.

addicts deserve accurate medical information regardless of what they decide to do with it. for some people, losing liver function is worth the benefits they get from binge drinking, but they can’t make that choice if they don’t know what the consequences are to begin with.

addicts deserve accurate medical information regardless of what they decide to do with it.

Fuck the French gov that refuses to support Dry January or forbid ads for alcoholic beverages.

The “best wines country” ? Yeah, the best alcoholist lobby’s country too.

thejorie: xilast-zurvifferman:thejorie:jackbecq:thejorie:19leahjade96:thejorie:madamekag

thejorie:

xilast-zurvifferman:

thejorie:

jackbecq:

thejorie:

19leahjade96:

thejorie:

madamekagamine:

thejorie:

gccgrimm:

thejorie:

gucciballs:

thejorie:

peble:

thejorie:

My three girlfriends.
And yes, they smoke weed.

do they smoke weed?

Yes, actually.

you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?

It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)

They don’t look like they smoke weed.

Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.

Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING 

Well that escalated quickly……

What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.

and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.

“the goo pile that is now your body”

i’m dying over here, jesus

please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.

*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…
*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

this dude playin omg 

Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?!There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin?Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*
Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*


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softestaura:

Sydney Sweeney x Saint Laurent

Photographed by Amber Asaly

sketch of a new dnd character. 6 lanky feet of stoner warlock

sketch of a new dnd character. 6 lanky feet of stoner warlock


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Every time I imbibe in the ol weed Sam and Max just show up in my dreams? This time they almost destroyed the universe while I was trying to get a smoothie

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amousewithnoname:

besturlonhere:

todays question: what would it be like if i had a vine

sanityscraps

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