#Delta Weed Strains

[halfbakednug]

Before/After

[thehashtake]

[loubella77]

3…2…1…blast off 🚀

[1-xbet]

-🌈Lucy paper 200-250ug

-❄️Meth

-💎👽 DMT 💎👽Powder

🌕Buds-🍁(moonrock,og kush,sour diesel,Ak-47

🌕 Shrooms-🍄🍄 PENIS ENVY🍄🍄

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[cannabis420club]

[edankest]

budz be workin' it... be careful budzy, you don't want to STRAIN yourself

Why Today’s Pot Is Almost Too Dank

[mistahemp]

[kushblazer666]

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

[jellypawss]

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.

[weirdmageddon]

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

[halfbakednug]

🫡 (📸 from X)

[thehashtake]

“Cherry Lime Gelato” by Hash Engineers

(Açaí Gelato x Key Lime Pie)

[merge-conflict]

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.”

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[dykebeckett]

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