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deluxewhump · 9 months ago

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Cam, Alex, Zee: Guilt Rituals

CW: BBU, frat house, bloody nose, marijuana and nicotine, alcoholism mentioned, abuse mentioned, dysfunctional family dynamics mention, multiple whumper household, non sexual intimacy, Cam feels feelings, Alex and Zee do asmr

*Takes place back in the house, Alex’s senior year, Cam’s junior year.

Cameron was smoking less lately, but not out of some noble quest for sobriety. He was actually more convinced than ever that life would be completely unbearable without some sort of chemical buffer.

But there was a huge creeping problem with weed, and it was introspection. He’d switched to another strain, but the problem remained. Every time he’d get high, what should have been a quieter plane of existence slightly above the trench warfare that was his junior year of college turned into a nightmarish mano a mano with himself.

Alcohol was out of the question still. Having an alcoholic parent will ruin certain things for you, most commonly alcohol. He watched his peers get gloriously drunk every weekend with no introspection whatsoever, just shameless extroverted bad behavior, but couldn’t bring himself to touch the stuff. The smell alone made him curdle with disgust. And if he went into it feeling such contempt, such hate, it was surely not going to go anywhere he wanted it to.

But even with weed now, he felt wave after wave of highly specific guilt, overblown and looming beside him like a parade float. It would start with how things ended with his dad, never to be reconciled in death, then bleed into the way he’d treated his mom when she actually reached out to him. Eventually it would spread like the veins of a river delta into all the shit with the boxboy, and Alex, and Dominic.

He could get a hold of himself enough to say fuck Alex and Dominic, for sure, but the guilt about Z2 grew stronger every time, until the pathways in his brain that go to the dank basement of regret and anguish were so well worn it was like he could just slide right down them and end up at the bottom— faster every time. In fact, he’d hit the bottom a while ago and had since started digging.

He tried to asphyxiate it by smoking more, until his hideously loud thoughts melted to nothing and he fell asleep with his throat stuck together and his mouth parched for water, too unwilling to climb back up into consciousness to go get it.

Eventually though, it stayed his hand when he went to smoke. The thoughts were easy enough to keep at bay sober. He was busy with school and work and chapter meetings. Only when he was high did he not have the skill to escape them. He thought longingly of something stronger, but knew he couldn’t fall so far as to indulge in that. It wasn’t that he didn’t know who to ask. It was his resentment for his mother that pushed him away from the siren song of harder drugs, ever since highschool.

So he found himself sober, as on most weeknights now, studying extra for an exam or organizing recruitment workshops with his brothers. Tonight, he talked himself into a small hit. A little hit wouldn’t hurt. He just needed to stop smoking quite so much, his tolerance was too high. One pull would just take the worst of the edge off.

It did, until it didn’t. He abandoned his schoolwork, leaving his weed in the locked drawer of his desk so he wouldn’t be tempted to smoke more, and found himself wandering around the house. They’d implemented a new chore system that was going poorly, and the house was kind of dirty. Not the worst it had ever been, but not as nice as it was when they made Zee do most of the cleaning. That had eventually been voted out, because too many of them felt bad. Not that they were offering to pick up the slack, they just felt bad watching him try to keep up with their sloppiness.

He remembered that vote. Who had suggested it, Alex or Dominic? One of them. He’d voted against the motion, but that wasn’t one of the things that chased him around his own brain at night.

He didn’t realize he was looking for Zee until he found him, sitting on the counter of the bathroom sink holding a wad of toilet paper to his face. He was with Alex, and his nose was bleeding.

Cam paused in the hallway, but not before an old wooden floorboard creaked. Alex looked up into the medicine cabinet mirror and their eyes met. Zee didn’t look to see who it was. He closed his eyes.

“What happened?”

Alex swung the bathroom door wider so he could look at him directly, instead of his reflection. “Why, are you sorry you missed it?”

He was glad for the one hit he’d taken. Even a small chemical buffer was necessary for him to be around Alex Clair. He wasn’t going to get any answers from him, not if he was in a sour mood. But he and Zee had been doing better lately. They had a kind of truce working, only Alex probably didn’t know that. He knew Zee liked Alex better than him, obviously, but he thought maybe their working relationship had come far enough that Alex would see it, despite his near constant self-righteous indignation.

“Z2?” Cam asked, still a full step outside the doorway. “What’s goin’ on?”

Zee opened his eyes and tilted his head down enough to look at him. He grinned almost apologetically under the wad of tissue— alarmingly red in places with bright blood. “Nothing. I think I have allergies or something. Dry sinuses.”

Alex gave Zee a leveling look and Zee returned his gaze to the ceiling to avoid it.

“To the pollen, or Mike and Tyler?” Cam asked

Alex turned his disapproval on him. “The class is missing their clown tonight, huh? Aren’t you usually leading the pack? All the most fucked up incidents I can remember around here were your brainchild. Even before he got here.”

This further confirmed Cam's suspicion that Alex had never liked him, even before they were at odds with the boxboy dilemma. The sting of rejection was familiar. It bothered him less than it used to, but it still added another tally mark somewhere in his head, another scratch in a long line of reasons justifying the nagging disdain he felt for everyone, even the people who are supposed to be his brothers. Supposed to give him a chance.

Alex raised his eyebrows at Cam’s unusual silence. “So, what’s it to you what happened to him this time?”

From his perch on the sink, Zee nudged Alex’s leg with his foot.

“What?” Alex hissed at him, though there was patience right behind the exasperation, a gentleness that did not exist two seconds ago when he was addressing Cam.

“I just wanted to check on you, Zee,” he said, deciding not to answer Alex at all. “Here.” He pushed past Alex and bundled fresh toilet paper into a wad, handing it to Zee. He took the bloodied one from him and threw it in the wastebasket, which was filthy and had not seen a plastic liner in months, if not longer than that.

Zee thanked him with a genuine smile— fleeting and secretive, like he didn’t want Alex to see it but was willing to risk it to make sure Cam did.

He didn’t know if it made it better or worse that Zee had been so receptive to his small changes of heart. It made him feel better on one hand, like if he could repair something as fucked as their relationship to each other he could tell himself it couldn’t have been that bad. On the other hand it made him feel worse. It was that bad. It definitely was. Zee was just short on allies, and possibly a bigger person than he was anyway. He was open to the grudging, embarrassed little kindnesses Cam was willing to offer and was too noble to hold his past actions against him. It made his past behavior look even uglier and smaller.

It made it worse that he’d been so deliberately, calculatedly cruel to him in the first place. Sometimes he wondered if he realized that Z2 was a person at first, and that boxies weren’t all some Frankenstein’s monster, some lobotomized AI in a flesh and blood package. But that wasn’t really true. Of course he knew. Everyone knows, deep down.

“C’mon,” Alex said, and helped Zee hop down off the counter. “You’re good now.”

“Will you do the thing?” Zee asked him.

“Yeah. Hell yeah. I could use it right now, too.”

“Use what?” he asked, following them.

“Get lost.”

“I have a right to know,” he said lamely, though he sort of did. He had pitched in for Zee, Alex had not. Alex was not, as they sometimes put it, a boxboy shareholder.

But Alex and Zee had history together that he and Zee did not. He knew that. Alex had always tried to protect him, sometimes locking him in his room for fourteen hours at a time and not letting anyone take him out. Cam had objected at first, but because Alex was Alex, everyone else just sort of let it ride. Another reason to hate Alex Clair.

“He can come if he’s quiet,” he overheard Zee.

“He’s not gonna be quiet. He’s incapable.”

“Shut up,” he said ineffectually as he followed them to Alex’s room.

Zee went inside first and sat down on the bed. Alex turned and held onto the door, deciding whether to let him in or not. Cam held two fingers up by his chest in a peace sign. “I’m not gonna be a dick, dude.”

He could tell Alex was skeptical, but shrugged and let him inside. Once he was in, they proceeded to completely ignore him. Alex turned off the light and switched on a blue lava lamp, just like the one Cams’s cousin had in his room growing up. Zee sat cross legged on the bed, watching Alex with trusting expectancy as he went to his laptop and started playing some weird ambient shit. He slid a disposable vape and a pencil off the desk into his hand and joined Zee on the bed.

Cam felt awkward standing, and helped himself to Alex’s computer chair. He spread his legs and swiveled back and forth a few inches, affecting casual comfort even though he’d never been in Alex’s room for more than a second, and never with the lights off.

The two of them sat facing each other on the bed. Zee was propped up by pillows behind him and Alex seemed satisfied without, his spine pin straight and his athletic shoulders relaxed.

“Four counts,” he said, hitting the vape and then handing it to Zee. Zee hit it and set it on his knee. Alex started them off on some breathing ritual; in four counts, hold for four, exhale, hold for four, and then begin again. Cam tried to copy them without them catching on, inhaling quietly when they inhaled and waiting for Alex to give the cue to exhale. It was immediately calming, like Alex had reached to the back of his neck and hit an override button in his brain. He didn’t like it.

“You two just come in here and breathe weird?”

“Another word and you’re out,” Alex warned.

He laughed. “Understood.”

“Try it,” Zee whispered, opening his eyes just long enough to glance over at him.

“I’m good,” he answered, but something in Zee’s eyes made him think he already knew he had been, a moment ago.

“Hands first?” Alex asked.

Zee held out his hands palm up and Alex took them in his, a gesture so intimate but casual that it shocked him more than if Alex had slapped their boxboy in the face.

He held each of Zee’s hands in his as if warming them, rubbing over a wide surface area at first, followed by slower, massaging sweeps of his thumbs over the open palms. He spread each finger and rubbed the length of it, rubbing circles on the finger pads and back down over each knuckle til he reached old callouses, all the way to his wrists. He watched with growing agitation as Zee relaxed visibly.

When he decided he was done, Alex turned Zee’s palms down on his plaid comforter and picked the vape off Zee’s knee, hitting it before placing it between Zee’s lips for him. Zee took a drag without bothering to ever open his eyes.

He then picked up the pencil he’d brought from his desk and Cam made a face, wondering what in the fuck he was possibly going to do with a pencil and also feeling the agitation in his lower belly grow into an ache in his chest, a tingling of his scalp.

“Eyes closed,” Alex said gently, though Zee’s eyes were closed already. He meant it as a reminder to keep them closed, Cam knew instinctively. To stay still. He took the pencil and used it to draw along Zee’s face, using the soft pink eraser on his skin. Cam’s breath caught strangely in his chest. It looked gentle as tracing, light and maybe ticklish but also satisfying. He traced slow ovals around Zee’s face, over his cheeks and up to his hairline, down again beneath his chin. Zee breathed serenely, a grin pulling the corners of his mouth now and then. Alex lifted the eraser tip to do four points instead, tapping down oh so gently on his cheeks, forehead, chin, in first a predictable pattern and then an unpredictable one.

He felt soothed by proxy, an even more so than with the rhythmic breathing. Yet he was uncomfortable, almost alarmingly so, because it felt like Alex was the author of it, and he couldn't stand Alex, but watching him with Zee was intoxicating. They’d clearly done this little ritual before. If Zee was in half a trance, Alex seemed to be enjoying himself just as much, eyes low and a small smile on his face as he tapped and traced and tapped. Cam thought he would probably be able to hear his own heartbeat if it wasn’t for that music that was playing in the background. He was grateful for it now.

Alex finally stopped, drawing the eraser tip down the sloping bridge of Zee’s nose a few times before taking the pencil away. He squeezed Zee’s left hand, which seemed to tell Zee it was safe to open his eyes. He looked almost drugged, happy, eyes shining and low.

“I could sleep,” he said to Alex, who nodded.

“Go ahead.”

But he turned those glassy eyes toward him instead, knowing and cunning despite their alleged innocence. “You wanna try it, Cameron?”

“I don’t even know what I just watched.”

“You never did anything like that?” Alex asked, uncrossing his legs and stretching over his left hamstring. “It’s just made-up whatever. But if you add the box breathing, it’s pretty powerful. I had to think of some way to calm him down when he first got here. You guys were relentless. He was in fight or flight constantly. It was really bad.”

Cam set his teeth against the accusation, but didn’t drop his eyes from Alex’s level blue gaze. He knew it was bad. He held out his hand for the vape. Alex gave it to him and he pulled deep, lungs filling with candy flavored nicotine. Almost immediately, he felt the head buzz that came with it.

“You mean you want me to do it to you, Zee?”

Zee was nestled in a pile of Alex’s pillows like a housepet. “If you wanted. Or Alex can show you.”

Cam laughed reflexively. He glanced at Alex, who was giving Zee a funny look. “I’ll pass.”

“Yeah, me too, thanks,” Alex said dryly.

“You sure you’re gonna let me near him with a pencil? Or is that considered a weapon?”

“If he wants you to do it,” Alex shrugged, and handed him the pencil. “Whatever.”

Now that it was actually happening, he felt strange. His heart was pounding lightly, like it always did the first time a girl he’d never had before started getting undressed. It’s Z2, he told himself. Get it together. But it was Alex, too, and he was in their space, doing their weird thing. He sat close to Zee as Alex had and felt awkward that he didn’t have a plan for a preamble, like Alex did with the breathing and the hand thing.

“Wanna hold your hand out first?”

Zee did. He started there but with the pencil, tracing the eraser tip lightly over the lines of his palm. Zee smiled and squirmed on an exhale like it was a lot of sensation, and Cam paused. “No?”

“No, yeah,” Zee said, looking at him more directly than he had in the past, whenever Cam was being antagonistic. “It’s good.”

Cam had a sudden, bright memory of holding a fistful of his reddish brown hair as he buzzed the other half off in the bathroom sink. He continued with the pencil tip, like a feather.

Alex flipped onto his back on his bed, casual and composed as always, belonging everywhere he set foot— never awkward, or disliked, or challenged. He watched the two of them serenely as he hit the yellow vape. “Who knew you could act like a normal human being, Cameron?” was his only snipe. It was said in a quiet enough voice that Cam felt he could let it go unchallenged.

“Close your eyes,” he said, ready to trace Zee’s face.

Zee gave him a steady, head-on glance before doing as he asked.

#I haven’t written these characters in so long #frathouse boxboy #Vicky I had you in mind #BBU #multiple whumpers #abuse mention #bloody nose cw #nicotine cw #nonsexual intimacy #alcoholism mention cw #marijuana use cw #let’s get inside cams head!

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kushblazer666 · 5 months ago

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okay explain this to me like im a moron. i know the 2018 farm bill classified any cannabis plant or product with <0.3% THC by dry weight as hemp and thus legal anywhere in the country. so people can sell weed that’s 20% THCA as long as it meets the above definition. i also know that delta eight and delta ten are different psychoactive isomers of thc that can be synthesized from non psychactive, legally grown CBD. so why do i keep hearing people talk about delta nine thc like it’s “fake” or “synthetic” weed. isnt that the naturally occurring isomer that’s the main phytocannabinoid in currently illegal strains of marijuana? are they like, taking hemp flower and spraying delta nine THCA on it? help me understand

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jellypawss · 2 years ago

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weed is a wonderful medicine but I’m tired of hearing about it be the cure-all or “you haven’t tried the right strain.”

It can induce paranoia, cause psychosis and even trigger schizophrenia. It has thrown me into a deadly heart rhythm and has caused plenty of my friends to be “paralyzed” for hours.

This isnt an anti weed post as I smoke it to this day and partake in delta 8 gummies, but more of a post to help people understand that it doesn’t help everyone, and can actually be harmful.

#idk why I felt about posting about this on here #weed #marijuana

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halfbakednug · 28 days ago

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Sativa joint 💨

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weirdmageddon · 1 year ago

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i work at a vape shop and sell weed daly! i personally use the d9 thc:cbd gummies from mellow fellow but theyre sold out on the site rn :pensive: snapdragon hemp is a shop ive ordered from online a couple of times and their gummies are really good too! you could also try a delta 10 or delta 11 gummy, theyre stronger than d9 but are more uplifting / less sleepy than regular d9.

thank you tumblr user bigenderweed this clears things up

based on my weed profile what would you suggest for me in terms of gummy/edible product from a seller, or a general strain

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merge-conflict · 1 year ago

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Everything goes to shit in the usual way, except this time it’s Rogue that calls Johnny for help. Kerry only gets parts of the story from V, in curt, precise soundbites as she gears up. Rogue had helped Johnny piss Arasaka off again, and wherever she has managed to hole up in the city is no longer safe. It follows that all of them are no longer safe, either– news that V delivers with a sardonic smile he recognizes as a cover for fear.

Two hours later he lands his AV on some weed-choked patch of concrete in Northside, and tries not to think about all of the narrow sight lines where he can’t see someone coming. He almost shoots V, who limps out of an alleyway at a fair clip, right leg shiny with blood and hastily bandaged. She’s so focused on moving he’s not even sure she recognizes him when he pulls her up into the AV and keeps her from collapsing.

“ETA five minutes,” she tells him, listing dangerously as he lowers her down to take a look at her injured thigh. High caliber bullet wound, patched with a trauma kit to keep her from bleeding out, although the pale cast to her skin worries him. She picks her head up, brow knitted. “Kerry.”

“In the flesh,” he says. “Told you I’d get you a ride.”

“I’m fine,” she says, clumsily patting his shoulder before hooking her fingers into his jacket, pulling herself upright. She flashes him a smile, and then it’s gone. “Gotta be ready to delta.” A shiver rips through her, and her teeth chatter. “Five minutes.”

He’s already got the AV medkit half out of its bindings when a connection request pings in his vision, and he accepts it instinctively, thinking it must be comms– but instead he feels a wash of dizziness as his vision lights up with an overlay. It’s too much at once, dozens of little dim points of light and a handful of brighter pinpoints, all crowding each other out.

“–gotta fucking delta, just let it go!” Rogue’s voice cuts in, and Kerry hears the gunfire from her comms, a strange echo to the distant pops he can hear from outside the AV.

“She’s almost got it,” Johnny says, voice strained. “Go find V!”

“I got her, Johnny,” Kerry says, blinking rapidly as some of the points of light disappear from his visions, the rest resolving into more manageable tags in his interface. Two light blue dots for Rogue and Johnny, and almost ten red ones, shifting in and out of place as the soft tries to track them. “Looking a little hot in there.”

“Fucking understatement–“ Johnny’s voice cuts out momentarily. “Rogue–“

“I see them.”

“Alt,” V says quietly, as Kerry gives her an emergency infusion of synth blood and a med inhaler. She is lost in the lights of her interface, only her grip on his jacket keeping her tethered to the real world. “They’ll have a jammer here soon.”

“I’m familiar with Arasaka protocol,” Alt answers coolly over the comms, the deadness of her tone still filling him with uneasiness. “The AV is a greater concern.”

“Might be able to fly blind until we get out of range,” he says, feeling a strange sense of calm as his heart starts to race. He��s done it before– he can probably do it again. “What is the range on the jammer?”

“Full strength maybe fifty meters,” V says, slurring slightly as she finally start to relax from the painkiller. “Effective degradation three hundred, dependent on frequency. They could have–“ She bares her teeth lazily, letting her head fall back against the seat she is propped against. “They could have more than one. For you, Alt.”

“Most likely. Stand by.”

“These things supposed to have copilots?” V asks Kerry, falling just short of unconcerned. Clinging stubbornly to consciousness and just as dead calm as he is. Possibly just as worried.

“Hard to rustle up someone dependable on such short notice,” he says, and squeezes her shoulder with a reassuring smile. “Lucky for you I’m worth more than just my good looks.”

She exhales in some exhausted version of a laugh, and Johnny says, “Lucky for all of us, Ker–“

The comms cut out then, Kerry’s interface losing all the info V has been feeding him as it pops up a complaint about loss of connectivity. In the sudden silence, he wonders for the first time what will happen if backup finds them out here like sitting ducks. To keep himself occupied, he straps V into one of the seats and then returns to the controls. Tries not to think about anything other than the next five minutes ahead of him, and then the next five after that.

Finally, the pops of gunfire come closer, and the sound of something large and rhythmic getting closer. A mech, he thinks, probably mounted with the kind of gun meant to punch through AV armor. It doesn’t matter. Nothing he can do about it except be ready to move. The engine is running, the controls are ready, and he tries not to let the warning lights of the on-board soft get to him.

The footsteps– they are definitely footsteps– get closer and closer, but he sees Johnny and Rogue circling the corner. Rogue is in front, limping as she jogs, bloody but upright. Johnny is close behind, one hand clamped against his ribs while he stops to check behind him. Kerry swallows his heart when he sees the behemoth form of Adam Smasher crunching into view, bullets pinging off his armor as he goes.

“Alt,” V says, with a burst of zeal. “Look at her go.”

It takes him another few moments to process what she means. There’s something strange about the way Smasher runs, lagging behind Johnny and Rogue, unnaturally stiff and clumsy. But it’s not until a group of Arasaka soldiers materialize around the building, firing indiscriminately at the three ahead of them, that he really believes it. Then the three of them are climbing into the AV, the entire thing shifting wildly as Alt folds Smasher almost in half to fit inside.

“I didn’t know you were a getaway driver,” Rogue tells him, as she sinks into the co-pilot’s seat next to him, strapping herself in with practiced ease. Gunshots are pattering on the outside of the AV, and he can hear a hollow whoosh behind his seat before explosions flare out in the alleyway, the sound momentarily stunning him in place.

Thankfully, his instincts kick in, and they lift off smoothly. They’re above the rooftop of the nearby warehouse before Kerry belatedly replies, “It’s just a promotional sort of deal, y’know? Gotta create some buzz for my next drop.”

“Take us just out past the plant, I’ve got some people waiting,” Rogue tells him. “Y’know, I might just buy this one.”

He laughs in reflex. “Always good to have a new fan.”

Time blurs. Kerry watches himself fly, pursued by three Arasaka AVs flying blind just like he is, only they’re armed with guns. Somehow he manages to keep them from getting scrapped until Alt can position herself with a clear sight, hitting the closest flier with a facefull of rockets that sends it falling out of the sky. A second one takes a stinger to the belly, but manages to land on the roof of a building before being hit by a second. The third one peels off, out of range of the truck barreling through Northside in close pursuit.

He sets them down within a reassuring circle of Rogue’s mercs, and for just a moment when he’s stepping out of the AV he feels an old and very unhappy echo. The clap of Johnny’s hand on his shoulder shatters the feeling before it can settle in, the clumsy crash of his hip into Kerry made heavier by V hanging precariously on his other side.

“Bout time to take this show on the road, don’t you think?” Johnny asks casually, like he hasn’t just had Kerry upend his life. Like he isn’t charging blindly straight down the same path that got him killed.

Kerry yanks him down by the neck– harder than he means to with his adrenaline still pumping. He wants to hit Johnny, wants to crawl under his skin, but he settles for this: the acrid smell of sweat and explosives, chapped lips and Johnny’s hunger no longer hidden behind overlapping layers of armored shame. After, Johnny looks at him with dark eyes, and Kerry says gruffly, “Yeah, I think so.”

#shenanigans au #action for this one #alt playing the world's most urgent game of qwop #kerry eurodyne #johnny silverhand #valentine #johnny and his ex and his ex and his ?? and his ???!!#gang's all here #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fic #my fic

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dykebeckett · 1 year ago

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hello friend, you are someone who has occasionally posted a weed announcement cat image. I ask this in the least narc way possible; what kind (type? strain? medium?) of weed do you ingest, and what actual effects does it have on you? sincerely, someone interested in becoming a weed person. <3

hello friend. I am the least weed informed person around but I can tell you what I do know! I go to the corner store across the street and get delta 8 gummies of various brands and flavors. I usually only have half at once because they affect me quite strongly (I read recently that this could be due to my antidepressants but I don't know for certain) but every once in awhile I have a whole one. they sometimes take long enough to do anything that I'll forget I've had one, and then I'll be doing something and it will rather suddenly get more difficult because I can't really focus on it. the first time I got high I described it to my younger brother (weed knowledgeable cool guy) as being like the pattern paisley if it was a feeling and I don't have a better description but I know that's super unhelpful. I tried some vape stuff a couple times but it didn't do much for me besides make me cough and I was offered a joint once but my throat hurt so I declined. I'm not a stoner I'm an old timey dandy who walks into a gas station and says "can I have something from the weed cabinet please" and I buy a tea with it. but I'm planning to enjoy ~2/3 of a gummy tonight and it's a chill time. did this help at all

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brain-neurotrophic · 2 years ago

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99 Problems

99 Problems is a Sativa-dominant weed strain created by crossing White 99 and Stardawg. This strain is included in our list of high THC strains because it contains a high concentration of this compound. The value ranges between 28 and 30 percent, with some breeders reporting even higher figures.

Those looking to try the most potent marijuana should start with 99 Problems, but it is not for inexperienced smokers. It has a multi-layered scent that starts strong and quickly transitions into an airy and fruity balance of sweet berries. When this highly potent strain of marijuana enters your system, it immediately improves your mood, increases focus and energy, and boosts creativity.

Where To Get The Strongest Strains In Vapes

While some of the strains on this list are difficult to obtain, others are more widely available. This is why using strain-specific terpenes that correspond to these strains can be a great way to experiment with the flavor profile and aromatics.

We recommend brands that produce high-quality products and extracts to provide you with similar experiences. The people at DazeD8 are well aware of this. They create locally manufactured products with high potency and a streamlined customer experience that exceeds expectations.

This is why, if you want to try some of the strongest strains, we recommend going into any of their Titanz lines. Titanz by DazeD8 is a disposable vape pen line with a variety of strains and cannabinoids to try. Their most recent live resin pens contain 2 grams of D8 and flavor profiles reminiscent of strong strains such as Durban Live (similar to Durban Poison) or Oreoz.

If you want to try a classic, such as the delectable Northern Light strain, they also have a disposable in this line that won't let you down. They also have cannabinoids with strain-specific terpenes, such as the newcomer HHC or THC-O.

For those who like to experiment with new cannabinoids, their White Widow Live Resin THC-O disposable tastes very similar to The White strain. In contrast, the new cannabinoid THCO has up to three times the potency of regular D9 THC and can provide a more intense experience.

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