#Pre Rolled Joints and Cones

[hempdispensaryaustralia]

Roll your own joints with ease! Get our pre-rolled joints and cones - simply fill them with your favorite strain of cannabis, twist and light. Order now and enjoy the ultimate smoking experience!

[narciesuss]

[milkboxgalore]

[the-blunt-diaries]

☁️ a saga ☁️

[trueangel420]

dealer!kai ୨ৎ, fem reader, (srry) degradation, p in v , rough kai era (omg i cant with this guysforgive me) , wc 1702

You had no business being in Kai's home. You knew better, and Winter had warned you to stay away from her brother. Part of you knew not to go near him—he was a drug dealer, older than you, and surrounded by too many taboos. It made your brain hurt. You didn't want to betray Winter, so you promised. You promised not to get involved with Winter's brother.

And now, here you were sitting stiffly on his living room couch. Winter was gone for a few days, off with her girlfriend, so you thought you'd just get a free joint or two from Kai. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a smoke sesh, and then straight home.

Kai glanced at you as he grabbed what he needed, placing everything on the tray on his lap. “Relax,” he said, his eyes tracing the outline of your figure. “I don't bite.” You wished you could believe that, but you shrugged, trying not to seem so uptight. It was hard with Kai. He had an intensity about him, even when he wasn't doing anything—it drove you crazy. His thick veiny fingers began filling the cones with weed, stuffing it in gently.

You cocked your head, watching him. Lewd thoughts crossed your mind, but you pushed them away. you wish he would bite—you were actually dizzy at the thought imagine him, latching his mouth on you like it was his last meal? like…you shook your head a bit straightening up in the seat trying to shift further away from him.

This was Winter's brother, and you promised. Your eyes traced the shape of his nose as he continued, licking the wrapping paper and folding it together. Was he doing that on purpose? He had to be. “You're staring,” he pointed out, breaking your trance. You quickly avoided his eye contact—had he been watching you the whole time?

“Sorry,” you murmured shyly. God, this was pitiful. You could feel your underwear dampening, and he hadn't done anything except make you a pre-roll. Yet here you were, practically drooling over him in your mind.

“Here,” he said, lighting it for you. He brought it to his own lips first, taking a long, slow drag from the joint. The smoke swirled around him. “You don't talk much, do you?” he asked, passing the joint to you. His voice was low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine. You struggled to control yourself, feeling like a rabid dog every time you stared at him too long. Clearing your throat, you brought the joint to your lips and inhaled. “I do, it's just... I don't know, I'm uptight right now.”

He nodded, his intense gaze never leaving yours. “I can tell,” he said, his voice low. His presence was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat radiating off him as if he was reading your every thought. He moved closer, turning his body facing you. “Let me guess,” he said, his eyes narrowing as if peering into your soul. Oh no, you didn't like where this was going. You just wanted to smoke, go home, and maybe daydream about him, not have him unravel your thoughts right here.

“Be honest with me”

You looked at him for a moment, bringing the joint to your lips again. A calm, fuzzy feeling was starting to kick in, relaxing your tense muscles. “About what? I have nothing to hide…” you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady, but it faltered. You'd already said too much. He noted the way you smoked nervously, the way you coughed out the words quickly, he was savoring it like a predator savoring the fear of its prey.

“I know Winter told you to stay away from me. She told me the same thing,” he said casually, moving closer as he spoke. “And to be honest, I don't listen to Winter,” he added, now putting his arm behind your shoulders.

“You... you don't?” Your eyes were wide as he smiled at you.

“I don't, baby,” he replied, grabbing the joint back and bringing it to his lips, inhaling slowly. A smirk tugged at his lips as he watched you gawk at him, looking like a deer in headlights.

“So what does that mean?” you whispered.

He exhaled the smoke in your face, his eyes never leaving yours. “It means I want you, and I'm gonna ask if you want me too. It's a yes or no question, but if you say yes, you might like what I've been thinking about doing all night.”

You blinked slowly, processing his words. Did he mean what you thought he did? He couldn't have.

“Yes,” that simple word made him smile wider.. He was prepared for this; he put out the joint between his lips on the ashtray as he shifted up off of the couch, looking down at your wide-eyed appearance. “Shorts off,” he demanded, unbuckling his belt, waiting for you to follow his demand. Of course, you obliged, maybe faster than he expected, but you managed to shuffle them off and stand in front of him. “I always thought you were desperate for me. Guess I was right?” He cooed, and you felt your cheeks burn as he finally tugged his belt off. “was i? Answer me,” you nodded, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. God, this was embarrassing.

“Floor, ass up, face down,” he demanded, pulling you into his chest as he slid off his sweats. “do it”

The floor was cold and hard; you could feel his fingers running down the slit of your underwear—he was savoring every moment of this. “Soaked,” he mumbled, his fingers swiping back and forth on your clothed clit. “You’ve been like this for a while, huh?” You didn’t reply; your head was fuzzy and your body was aching. “Slut,” he whispered, taking his cock out of his boxers, pressing his pink tip against you, and rubbing it up and down your sticky folds.

You were so brain dead by now; you’d let him do anything he wanted, and he planned on it. He could tell by that glazed-over look in your eyes that he could get away with as much as he wanted. “Pull them to the side for me,” he said, tugging on your underwear. You nodded frantically, pulling it to the side as your body sank further onto the floor, your face flushing and your skin tingling as he pressed his cock between the folds again, this time the warmth of it making you arch back further for him. Kai thought you never looked more beautiful; he’d never seen you so relaxed and so thoughtless. He wasn’t even in you, and you couldn’t help but whine, but he didn’t have that much restraint; he didn’t need to.

His hands snaked around your body, feeling you up, squeezing you, and playing around with your tits for a moment. He could hear you panting; the position was almost humiliating; you were on the ground, back arched with his chest pressed against you. He was so close now, his breath hitting your ear as he grunted out a sentence. “I’m not going to be gentle.”

“Wha-” You tried to get out, but he interrupted you, plunging his cock into you and not letting you adjust to his size. You practically hissed at the size of him, the feeling of him forcing your lower stomach to poke out slightly, his bulge, and he knew it; he knew how well endowed he was—that’s why he chose this position so you wouldn’t know how much you had to take, so you wouldn’t be scared. Your brain was foggy; he kept one hand gripping the fat of your ass as he pounded into you and the other tightly holding a fist full of your hair, pulling you towards him. His breaths were heavy, and he couldn’t help but stare down at you—at your body. Some days he would pray to have you like this, all disheveled—sweaty—loud. When he figured out you wanted the same, all restraint was gone.

Your eyes were closed tightly; you were too foggy, too fuzzy, and all he could do was bury himself inside of you roughly. His eyes were focused; he’d let out grunts and strangled moans. He didn’t need you to know the effect or the desperation he held for you.

“So,” He thrust harder into you, his breath deep and low. “Messy.” he continued, his bicep now resting under your neck. He had you in a headlock, still moving against you. You shuddered at the fact that you were actually letting him do anything to you; you forgot all about your promise. He was slamming into you, and you were squealing, the sensation was all too much, you started to squirm. He tightened his arm around your neck.

The sounds of your pussy squeezing around him filled the living room. “You’ll have a limp,” he groaned into your ear, speeding up, shutting his eyes momentarily—he was so close. You can only whimper at his words, the lack of oxygen making you clench around him. “You like that? the idea of limping because of me?” He tightened his bicep around your neck, silencing you completely, and your face flushed a deep shade of red. “Slut.” You felt your eyes rolling back as he spoke, still grinding deep inside you. He watched as you neared fainting, then released you, pressing your face against the cold floor. Gasping for breath, you struggled to steady yourself.

“C’mon, breathe, breathe baby,” he teased, laughing at you as he maintained his pace. He grabbed your hips, his voice dripping with faux concern. “Did I make you stupid? You look so fucked out right now,” he said, his grip tightening. you clench around him more, Letting out a pant as your body tensed, you found yourself suddenly finishing around him. The shock was so intense you couldn't even choke out a response, feeling a tingling sensation spread through your brain and stomach. “Look at my slut—fuck” his stomach tightened as he pumped into you spilling his cum inside of you letting your body collapse weakly, he stayed inside you plugging you up in hopes—you’d get pregnant.

[moonastroellie]

Imagine Ellie asking you out and taking you back to hers.

Warnings: transgender!Ellie, weed usage, sub!Ellie, oral! (E- receiving), lmk if I forgot anything

You, Ellie, Dina, and Jesse all sat outside in a park near the college you all went to together. You had a joint in hand with Ellie.

Dina and Jesse had fucked off somewhere else (probably to make out in the bathrooms) and left you and Ellie alone on the swings.

You and Ellie had never really talked; you wanted to talk to her, but you were shy; she was as well, and you never knew how to talk to people. You've seen her at parties, working at Starbucks.

When Jesse and Dina invited you to have a session with them, you immediately agreed, knowing that Ellie would be there. What you weren't expecting was for her to look so fucking hot; she was wearing gray track pants that showed her slight bulge in her dick.

You and Ellie rocked back and forth on the swings when Dina and Jesse went to the bathroom. “So,” Ellie spoke into the comfortable silence, making you snap out of your thoughts.

“Yeah?” you speak, taking a long drag from the cone you held between your fingers.

“You like dinosaurs?” She blurted out, instantly regretting the stupidity that just left her mouth. Truth be told, you made her nervous, and the fact that Dina and Jesse have fucking left her alone with you doesn't help. And the fact that your eyes kept glinting towards her crotch as you squeezed your thighs together, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, definitely didn’t fucking help.

"Uh," you chuckle at her odd question. "They're alright, I guess. Why?" She glances away, trying to avoid your gaze. "I was going to watch Jurassic World if you wanted to, y'know? Come over"

So that's how your day changed from sitting in a park with your friends to being next to Ellie watching Jurassic World.

You took a drag from the joint Ellie had given you after you set foot in her dorm as you watched Ellie avoid your gaze, eyes glued to the TV, her face flushed under your watch, fiddling with the drawstring of her gray sweatpants that had your eyes on the bulge on them since you walked in.

"Ellie?" You mumbled quietly, almost so quiet that she couldn't hear you. "Mhm?"

"Where's the bathroom?"

"Second door on the right," she smiles, with her big, puffy eyes. You get up from your seat and notice Ellie fully lying down on the couch with a pillow over her crotch. You slightly giggle to yourself as you find her bathroom and make your way out swiftly.

"You going to sit up or?" You tease her, "Oh shit," and she attempts to sit up, but you cut her off. "It's okay. I'm kind of cold, can I?" She bites her lip and nods, moving the pillow so you can slightly see the tip of her cock tucked upright inside the waistband of her track pants. You could see the slight vein that ran to the tip of her dick, the head so desperate for release.

You laid down on Ellie's stomach, slowly moving your hips up to straddle her waist. The veins that danced up her arm in unison with your own throbbing pussy drove you fucking insane.

Listening to her heartbeat and breathing, you started playing with the drawstring of her hoodie. You slightly moved back to hit her cock. This movement produced a whimper from Ellie's mouth.

"Sorry," she says quietly, "it's okay, it's cute."

After this, you slowly started to roll your hips to grind into Ellie's dick, feeling the pre-cum on your thigh. Ellie, on the other hand, was dying on the inside, trying everything in her power not to fucking moan.

You sit up and look down at her; she's slightly moving her hips upwards. You move her shirt up and bite your lip as you look at her throbbing dick. "If you want me to stop, I will," you say, and she nods embarrassingly fast.

You pull down the waistband of her track pants and wrap your small fingers around the base of her cock and slowly start stroking. Her breath hitches, and she moves her hips upwards to get more friction. Her cock was pulsating, and it got impossibly harder once you started stroking.

"Can I suck your dick?" You ask her, as you start to speed up the stroking, to watch her buck her hips upwards and her eyes roll back, "Please fuck."

You chuckle at her response and put your mouth to her tip and start to suckle slowly. Her hand finds its way to your hair, producing the loudest moan you have heard. The show is long gone by this point as you move your right hand to start stroking her cock while you suck on her tip, feeling the pre-cum bubbling in your mouth.

"Shhh-shit, fuck-baby... Fuck," she says, your doe eyes looking at her as she tilts her head back, hitting the sofa.

"Don't stop, don't stop, I'm going to cum. F-fuck," she groans, bucking up into your mouth and hitting your gag reflex. You allow her to hold your head down on the full length of her cock as she groans and cums in your mouth.

You giggle, opening your mouth and letting her see the cum on your tongue. Moving up to kiss her and spit the cum in her mouth, she allows you to and swallows her own cum.

You and Ellie are going to be good friends.

Hope y'all enjoyed <333

[chososbabymama]

(plug!suguru x fem!black reader)

plug!geto pt 1

head empty no thoughts, only plug suguru😩

[CW// swearing, implied NSFW, drug usage (jus weed yall i promise suguru not poppin percs or nothin), alcohol, mei mei (yes im makin a cw for her weird ass!!)]

sugu..｡oO (☆): u got me fucked up y/n, im omw.

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shit… you stared at your phone, eyes widening in shock. you gather yourself quickly before rolling your eyes and tossing your phone to the side.

“ion even see why he’s coming over…. seems to be happy as hell with that other bitch he got” you grumble.

you see, growing up you and geto were next door neighbors. your parents thought it’d be a good idea for you to hang out together given that you would be attending the same school. through geto you were able to meet gojo, sukuna, choso, toji and nanami. you all became a close group fairly quickly, they essentially became your big brothers and did their best to keep you from harms way while also making sure they weren’t smothering you.

but your relationship with suguru was always… different. sure he had been just as protective as the rest, but he would always go above and beyond for you. girls were bullying you? he glued their shoes to their lockers and put stink bombs in their desks. some guy cheated on you? suguru sent videos of the guy smoking to his college recruiter and got his full ride scholarship revoked. you were being harassed in public? geto broke someones wrist after they tried to grab you. you were sad and lonely on valentines day? he showed up with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a bag of your favorite things, and a big ass bottle of pink whitney.

so when you guys were 16 and geto told you he was gonna start dealing, you knew things were only gonna go up from there. he had been the one who got you into smoking, from your first pipe all the way to teaching you how to roll your own blunts. geto was smart, good with money, and had that disgustingly endearing boyish charm about him. naturally customers ate it up, and he thrived in your town for being the local plug. he continued his practice all the way until you guys went to college, him and sukuna even worked together sometimes at bigger parties and events. but the one thing geto had ALWAYS made clear, was that HE was gonna take care of you. 7 months after he first started he showed up to your house with a full zip, lighter, grinder, colorful pre-roll papers, and a pretty rolling tray to match (most of this stuff you still have and use to this day). needless to say you were shocked, you can still remember the way he sat you down on top of him as he explained how the grinder worked and how tightly you wanted to pack the cone.

“don't worry pretty girl, imma take care of you. wont have to spend a single cent on flower s’long as i'm around yea?” he buried his face in your neck and maybe it was the joint talking but you could’ve SWORE you had felt his lips on your neck and the grip on your hips tighten.

ever since that day, suguru has kept his word. you had consistently gone to him when you needed smoke and you never paid for it. just tell him how much you need and within the hour its in your hands. its caused quite the issues with his hookups, they couldn’t understand why YOU never had to pay but they did. you didn't fully understand why yourself, but each and every time he’d just shrug and give them the same answer,

“she’s just special.”

he’d never let you forget that to him? you always came first.

you loved all those boys with all your heart, but suguru managed to carve a special place all to himself, and you couldn’t say you were upset about it. which is why you were so fuckin pissed off about how these past few weeks have been. despite your growing feelings for suguru, you foolishly assumed that losing his friendship wasn't worth it. so you kept your feelings hidden for 6 years as you watched him fool around left and right. you of course had your own share of hookups, but you knew that no matter what you'd still end up in your shower crying out for him as you reached your peak.

these past few months with him, have been…. interesting. for some reason your interactions with him had become much more flirtatious. whenever you sat together his arm would be wrapped around your shoulder, he’d kiss you on the cheek anytime he left the room (gojo sometimes demanded one of his own and like the good friend he is, suguru would comply), and the nicknames?

‘hey sweetness you need anything?’

‘you know you’re my number one, right pretty girl?’

‘c’mon mama you know i miss you’

it was all honestly driving you insane, the back and forth with him. the constant battle you have with yourself about his intentions. its all just…. a lot. you were just getting used to the new aspect of your dynamic when all hell broke loose. it seems like one of sugurus past hookups was upset that he wasn't paying attention to them or any of his other past flings for that matter, not when he wanted you. so, they decided to…. fix that.

imagine your surprise when you get a text from hakari in the middle of your class,

karis bitch ass: “thought geto was fw u ???’

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your eyes widened almost comically as you stared at the screen. kinji had sent you screenshots of mei mei's instagram story….. with suguru. the first was a shirtless picture with him facing away from the camera (sweats hanging dangerously on his waist).

you had to blink a couple times to make sure you were REALLY seeing this shit.

the next one was a video of him at a party pouring a bottle of crown royal into mei's mouth. you were floored, each second you spent watching it, felt as though your skin was getting hotter. but the TRUE icing on the cake was the last one. the last one that led to you avoiding and ignoring suguru for 3 weeks.

the last picture was of him driving. geto looked fine as fuck when he drove. he knew that, you knew that, everybody knows that suguru geto behind the wheel was a wet dream come true. the ‘i miss u sugu~’ glaring at you from the bottom of the photo. but what really made your eye twitch, was the fact that mei mei was in the passenger seat. YOUR fucking seat. designated to you by the owner himself. at this point you didn’t know whose ass to beat first and you honestly didn’t give a shit. it really was gonna depend on who crossed your line of sight first. you gathered yourself enough to get through the rest of your lecture before bolting out of the hall. you quickly shoot hakari back a text,

‘good thing u don get paid 4 thinkin🤨’

you locked your phone before heading to the campus bus stop. today has absolutely drained you, usually geto would pick you up and take you back to your apartment but you honestly didn’t feel like seeing him. as you trudge your way to the exit you feel your phone vibrate once more.

sugu..｡oO (☆): wya mama im outside waitin for u ?

you rolled your eyes at the message and sat at the bench as you watched the bus pull up. ‘he wants to give somebody a ride so bad maybe he should go find that fuckin bitch’ you thought bitterly. you knew you weren’t being fair, shoko was a really good friend to you- she always has been! now her classmate on the other hand…. lets just say there’s a reason you two don’t attend the same functions. but geto was close to her family so there were definitely moments him and mei mei could have snuck off together….. fuck. suguru wasn’t your boyfriend. you weren’t his girlfriend. but you at least thought maybe he’d…..

you shake your head and get on the bus. as you turn on your headphones you see that suguru sent you some more texts.

sugu..｡oO (☆): y/n ???

sugu..｡oO (☆): wats goin on baby y u not talkin to me ?

sugu..｡oO (☆): did i do sumn wrong ? wtvr it is im sorry dove :(

sugu..｡oO (☆): cmon y/n seriously, wtf is goin on im fr gettin worried abt u.

each text filled your body with a disgusting amount of rage. the sense of betrayal you felt from his actions was more than you could handle.

y/n🕸️: takin the bus from now on.

sugu..｡oO (☆): y/n what the fuck are you talkin about.

you didn't bother replying. you just put your headphones on and watched the bus travel your familiar route home. your phone continuously buzzed, no doubt suguru but you didn’t have the energy to engage with anyone right now. you just wanted to go home and smoke…… smoke the weed geto gave you….. well you can't have it all.

from then on you avoided your best friend like he was the fuckin plague. at first you thought you were being discreet with it... until people started blowin up your phone. see, suguru didn't exactly hide the fact that he took care of you; that he'd always be by your side. so for people to see one without the other was a surprising development. and suguru wasn't taking it well AT ALL.

( karis bitch ass: y/n ion kno wut geto did but pls take him back he wont stop bitchin!!!!

suguru went to a party thinking you'd be there: suprise! you weren't because you'd heard he was going so you stayed home. apparently he spent the whole time whining your name with his favorite peach crown royal in his arms on the sofa. it would have been cute if you weren't so mad at him.

ino sent you a video of suguru LITERALLY pushing a girl away on some, "get away you're not y/n" with that stupidly cute pout on his face.

even yuki was surprised about you icing geto out. sending you voice memos about the shit geto does while they're out. "no y/n the best part was when he tried to give the girl the bag she tried to ask for his number he fuckin mushed her and said 'sorry im married, her name is y/n and she can fight' ooouuu she was pissed!")

it was really hard being mad at suguru...

over the past three weeks you had been a bit lonely without him. sure you had the weed and a plethora of clothes he left at your place to keep you company, but you missed HIM. the way he'd stick his cold feet on you, how he always cheats at go fish, how he'll come over and play your PS5 while you sit in the back and cheer him on, the way he looks at you. you miss suguru so fuckin much.

but you also feel betrayed.

geto KNOWS that you and mei mei don't like each other, him being the one to hold you back from her on several occasions. you know they had a thing in the past but.... why would suguru be so fucking SWEET to you if he was just gonna go crawling back to her... it didn't make any fuckin sense to you. and unfortunately, you held a grudge. one that went so far as to even go to someone else for weed. in the entire time you've known suguru, you ALWAYS got your stuff from him. no matter what was going on between you two. but this time? this time you felt really hurt, so you turned to your backup plug; sukuna.

thing is, you've never actually bought from sukuna before. he knew about your weird thing with geto and he showed support his own way from the outside. you had never failed to notice that every picture or video someone sent you of suguru, sukuna was always nearby.

(what you didn't know was that sukuna was the one who had to listen to the long-haired males woes. sukuna was honestly getting sick and tired of it...)

but imagine the pinkette's surprise when he gets a text from you that friday night asking to pick up!

y/n☽˚｡⋆: hi 'kuna ! can i get a zip pretty pls ? id ask geto but i dont wanna bother him when hes busy haha

aside from the man in question being attached to his hip (that is no exaggeration sukuna is literally sitting on the couch with his best friends arms wrapped around his waist listening to him come up with reason 34248 'why y/n is so fuckin mad'). sukuna's tattooed hands had quickly taken a screenshot of your message to send to the man in his lap. he quickly grabbed a chunk of his friends inky locks with his free hand and shook.

"hey, idiot. check your fuckin phone i think you'll wanna see this"

suguru lifted his head and gazed at his roommate with bleary bloodshot eyes, the blunt from a few hours ago had settled nicely in his skin (made it easier to wrack his brain and figure out what the fuck he did wrong). he rolled his eyes and flopped back down into the couch with a deep and heavy sigh.

"man what's the fuckin point. y/n is mad at me and wont tell me why so if she's not on my shit then what's the point of even havin a fuckin phone y'know?"

sukuna rolled his eyes and snorted,

"yeah i guess that's why she just texted me askin' for a zip, huh?"

"she fuckin what?" suguru shot up quick and grabbed his phone. his brows furrowed and he began to mutter to himself angrily. sukuna watched as suguru's frown got deeper with each second he looked at the screen. finally, he swore loudly before grabbing his jacket and his keys. "man i gotta go 'cuz now she's playin with me and im not about to let that happen." sukuna watched as geto threw on his hoodie and sneakers and ran out of their apartment.

as the plug ran down the steps he took out his phone to let you know he was on his way to you.

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my cinnamon apple <3: u got me fucked up y/n, im omw.

which lead you to your current issue, trying to figure out what the fuck you're gonna do. you had planned to be mad at geto for at least a couple more days so him showing up like this wasn't something you were exactly ready for. you quickly scrambled to get yourself together and prepare for the inevitable conversation. you were sure he'd notice you dressed in his clothes (you had on his spider-man jacket and black headband to hold back your 613 lace). you had already rolled yourself a couple blunts so you decided to light up until the moment of truth.

as each hit filled your lungs with smoke, you could feel the anxiety fade. you hadn't anticipated meeting suguru so soon. and you're terrified of what this conversation could possibly mean for your friendship. on one hand if he decides to pursue a relationship with mei mei thats his business, but on the other, you know that it would be at the expense of your relationship with him. you haven't been able to be in a room with her ever since she outed your little sibling for being nonbinary. it had been something only a few people knew about but somehow mei's nosy ass found out and told anyone she could get to listen. now your family never backs down from a fight, your parents made sure of that. but it gets exhausting always being an outcast (being 3 years older you couldn't do too much to help, but at least they had yuji, nobara, and megumi around).

but when they came home one afternoon covered in bruises with a tired smile on their face saying, 'i won, i won' over and over again, you couldnt just sit idly. you went and showed that bitch who the fuck you were. and who you were was a fuckin maniac. you had slammed mei mei's head into a window, broke her nose, bruised her ribs, and gave her a black eye. suguru had to pull you off of her that day because you couldn't calm down. had the boys let you that day, you could have really beat the brakes off that girl. which is why her scary ass always runs away when you enter the room. instead she likes to talk shit and throw shots at you on social media.

the day of the fight, when mei was at the hospital she told doctors she had been mugged because she was too prideful to admit that she got her ass whooped.

just thinking about the shit you did to her that day brought a wicked grin to your face as you continued to smoke your blunt. if suguru wants a fuckin encore, you'll give him one alright... this blunt had given you time to think and fester on why you were so angry with your best friend. he was there for you for your worst moments, he held you as your body shuddered with sobs seeing your sibling lying in the hospital bed. he was there after your first date. he walked you to and from classes after she tried to spread a particularly nasty rumor about you. he was there when you cried yourself to sleep after your first boyfriend told you there is no way hed bring a girl that looks like you home. suguru has seen you in ways that nobody else in the world has. and his proximity to a person who actively tries to do you harm is just... unacceptable.

as time had went on you even decided to pour yourself a glass of wine and wait in the living room with your last blunt. you were really going to give suguru a piece of your mind...

not too long after you migrated to your living room and started smoking, you heard rapid footsteps outside your door followed by frantic knocks. you took your sweet time unraveling yourself from your blanket on the couch to head to the door. you opened it to find your best friend red, sweaty, and panting.... with a backpack that you were sure contained some kind of peace offering for you.

you wordlessly let geto into your apartment, taking a long sip from your glass and an even longer drag from your blunt. you blew out a sigh as he wasted no time in heading straight to your room. as soon as he set his bag down next to your bed, geto whirled around to face you with wide eyes filled with something you couldnt quite place.

"y/n baby what is goin on. first you wanna take the bus home by yourself knowin damn well how unsafe it is. then you wanna avoid me, ME! for weeks, not a peep from you, nada nothing! you even turned your read receipts off for me mamas, you completely iced me out. now i gotta find out that your tryna buy from other people? what the hell happened, what did i do to make you this upset at me?"

by the end of his speech, geto had inched closer and closer to you before reaching out to grab your hand and pull you with him on the bed. you huffed angrily before spitting out,

"didn't think you'd miss me too much since you've been spending so much fuckin time with mei mei lately. i saw her instagram stories suguru, i know you've been with her so don't even try to lie!" you twisted and tried to get away but he had a vice-like grip around your midsection.

"woah woah woah, these are very serious accusations sweetheart. now i haven't been with her for over a year you know that, i slept with her a few times but once you told me how it made you feel i nipped it in the bud. so what stories are you talkin about, hm?" suguru had leaned back from you so that he could make eye contact. he wanted you to know that he was telling the truth, he knew he was stupid to have slept with mei mei in the first night but one drunken night led to two which led to 5 or 6 times before you finally ripped him a new one for it. since then he had actually blocked mei mei on everything, he wouldn't even sell to her. shoko or utahime would always pick it up.

the reluctance was clear as day on your face, so geto quickly whipped out his phone to show you his blocked lists on his phone. instagram, twitter, snapchat, hell he even blocked her on tiktok, discord, and her telephone number. the longer you looked through his phone the more confused you felt. then what the hell....?

"so then what the fuck is this?" you showed suguru the screenshots you were sent of mei's story featuring him. his brows furrowed in confusion and his mouth itched low in irritation before geto let out a scoff.

"baby these are old as shit, i didnt even know she had these let alone posted them. see, this one in my car was literally the last time i messed with her. and she was only in my car because she had no other way to get home. all of these were before i got your initials done love." suguru zoomed in on the picture of him driving, and sure enough the red cursive ink was missing from the side of his face (you didnt know this but he had gotten that tattoo done that same day. dropped off mei and went straight to his shop).

you quickly scrolled through the other texts hakari sent you.... and they were all missing that red tattoo... well this is embarrassing.

"oh." while you were scrolling, geto's face had gotten softer as he watched the realization cross your features.

"yeah, 'oh' is right. now you wanna tell me what's goin on? you really been throwin me for a loop here these past few weeks. it really hurt my feelings seein you text sukuna for that zip. i mean, i know we're all friends and if you were gonna shop with anyone im glad it was him... but did you forget what i said? i promised to take care of you, so why you not lettin me?" geto peered at you with such a sad expression and you started to feel bad.

you really didn't think he would be this affected by it, yeah he'd be bitter you shopped with someone else but you thought he would get over it. you didn't know you hurt him this bad. you situate yourself and him on the bed so that you could wrap your arms around his shoulders. you knew that tonight would include a much deeper conversation with him, one that you've been steadily avoiding since you were younger. but maybe its good that this happened, this way you can both move on with your lives.

"i'm so so sorry suguru. i thought they were recent since i hadn't seen them before. i should've known better as soon as i saw mei mei posted it. i was just so mad seeing you with her. i mean, after seeing everything i had been through with her... it was so hard to keep my cool when i found out you slept with her. it made me think about a lot, a lot about us."

you shifted to grab his face and look your first love in his widened eyes,

"suguru geto, i'm in love with you. i've been in love with you for the past 6 years. honestly? i've probably been in love with you my whole life. seein her post made me realize that i'm tired of hiding it. i don't want you treating anyone else like you do me, and i don't care how selfish that sounds. no one in this world loves you like i do, i love the way you throw gummies at satoru till he wakes up. i love how you buy kento weird ties for christmas every year. i love how you say you don't snore even though you totally do. i love that you pinky promised to take care of me and haven't broken it once. but you made a vow to be with me as soon as you promised, so are you gonna to take responsibility for what you've done to me or am i gonna have to get someone else to do it?"

your confession had started to get more aggressive as you went on, but that was just how much he meant to you. the more you talked the more you realized how much you had been holding back. loving suguru was never difficult, but keeping yourself in check was. wrestling your feelings of jealousy with each of his hookups was a challenge; they never stuck around for long but each had the nerve to test you. one had even tried texting you off his phone on some shady shit trying, but you quickly told her to give him back his phone before you played double dutch with her vocal chords.

as you held sugurus face, you could see the information process. his eyes were filled with such an intense emotion it took you aback as the biggest smile you'd ever seen danced across his face. the tips of his ears started to burn bright red as he gazed up at you.

"god i'm so fucking in love with you" you quickly shove him away in embarrassment as your love lets out a loud and happy laugh.

"sugu-!" you shout, he's so fucking unserious sometimes.

"i'm serious moonlight, you think just any girl gets tatted on me? baby i have your initials, birthday, and our zodiac signs. i didn't think i'd be tellin you this, but my very first tattoo was dedicated to you sweetheart."

now you were confused, "what? no it wasn't, your first tattoo was the one of-"

"-the stick figure? no my darling, that was the first one i showed you. i didn't wanna show you this one because i knew you'd be mad it was my first tattoo. but i couldn't imagine anything but you being the first piece of permanent ink on me." suguru could see the confusion still lingering on your face, so he slid away from you for a moment to slip off his pants. you could feel your face twist as you watched suguru strip himself half naked in your room...until you saw what he was trying to show you. he had pulled up the left leg of his boxers up a little bit, revealing a ring of words coiled around his upper thigh. you and the bright red ink practically had a staring contest. your full name (first, middle, and last), sat almost like a garter around him. the thought of that.....made your head spin.

you looked back at him and briefly caught his eyes before he swiftly turned away. he looked... embarrassed? suguru rarely got embarrassed, sum bullshit about 'bein too old for that shit. i did what i did or said what i said.' this nigga think he grown or something...

before you had a chance to respond, geto beat you to it,

"look i-i know that you might be upset and i'm sorry i didn't say anything to you before. i just... i didn't know how to tell you? you were always on me about getting 'something that has meaning' to me and that's you. but shit happened and then after a while too long had passed and it felt too late? if that makes sense? and when i first brought it up you didn't like the idea but honestly how could i not? y/n i've been in love with you since we were 15. i knew as soon as i got in the game that i was gonna take care of you and i meant that. but i never thought you'd feel the same way. kento never failed to point out that all my hookups looked like you in some way, i never thought this would happen. so i was content to love you the way i used to, but i can't believe it took TOJI of all people to stop being scared of my feelings. so these past couple months i've been tryna show you that i want you. but apparently i didn't do a good enough job."

you whined in protest. by now you had found yourself situated on sugurus lap with one hand rubbing your thigh and the other tucking your head under his chin.

"i know you don't think so ma, but if i did, we wouldn't be here right now yeah? i wanted to take it slow, have you gradually fall in love with me like those movies and books i know you like reading. i just wanted to do right by you moonlight. im sorry that all this happened before i could."

suguru held you tightly and began to rub your back to sooth you. a few tears had slipped from your eyes and you wipe them on your sleeve. youd felt his hands pulls yours down, forcing you to meet his soft gaze.

"y/n, i love you. i love how you always crochet me gifts, i love how you always wear sweaters no matter the weather, i love how trust me to help you take care of your hair, i love how you can't cook a pot of rice- don't look at me like that you know damn well you burn that shit every time. i love the way you love. i love the way you love ME. you've been my number one since the day i met you, and that hasn't changed. i know my past history with my partners has been shoddy to say the least, but never for a second think that i felt for them what i've felt for you my whole fucking life. and if it's okay with you, i'd really like the chance to show you, truly, how much i mean it when i say that i love you."

suguru gazed into your eyes with a level of honesty you've only seen a few times. you wanted to give him hell for all the slow burn that he put you through... but how can you? the love of your life just told you he feels the same, the only thing you could do was say,

"suguru, you're such a fuckin idiot. stop talking and kis-"

before you could finish, your love surged forward and connected his lips to yours. kissing suguru geto was like trying to breathe underwater, you happily let him take the lead; loving the way he dominated the kiss. his lips were smoother than you'd ever imagine (all those years of reminding him to wear chapstick payed off). you could almost feel his heart pounding against yours, the previous anxiety you'd felt melting away as you both poured yourselves into a moment that was long overdue. his scorching hands had begun to move until one rested on your lower back while the other led your legs to wrap around his waist. when you had both FINALLY decided to pull away from each other and catch your breaths, suguru couldn't contain his excitement. he quickly twisted your bodies and tackled you to the bed, wrapping you in his arms with an airy laugh,

"FUCK holy shit y/n does this mean we go together? like real bad? 'cuz i've been waiting for this moment for quite literally most of my life so i'm a little geeked right now. hOLY SHIT- can i use your back as a rolling tray? that would be so hot-" you quickly cut suguru off by kissing him again, relishing in his moans as you use his hair to guide his lips on yours. as you once again separate from each other, you smile at him. your best friend. your other half. you giggle and move your hand to lovingly caress his face before responding,

"yes, suguru. we go together REAL fucking bad."

THE END

[wiltedkyinn]

blunts and parks

synopsis; you went to phoneix, arizona for your fifeteen brithday trip. being blown off by your so called bestfriend opens now doors and new friends.

pairing- madeline mcgraw, mason thames and miguel cazarez mora x gn reader.

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here i am, currently waiting for my bestfriend, junior, to meet me at the park. it feels as if its 113 degrees but it was only 94 with no wind and straight sun. it probably wasnt the best idea to go phoneix in the middle of the summer. i look out to see if he is atleast at the park. instead of seeing him i see a group of 3 of familier faces walking around. its was 2 boys around the same height and a girl that looked no younger then 14. the buzzing from my phone snapped me out of my thought. i answered it already knowing a who would be on the other line.

"yo im staying with valerie for the rest of the day" i could hear a girls voice in the background talking about money to go somewhere. "what was the point of bringing you on my brithday trip"  i mumbled. "we can hang out later. i gotta go." his usally loud voice was smaller. then there was slinence. groaning i look around again, im on the swings covered with some shade i found. i find the small group by the tables near me, their backs facing me. i started to rummage in my jackets pocket, knowing what to do to make me feel better.

pulling out the small tube i always carry around along with my lighter and airpods. putting in my right airpod and turning on whatever playlist that i was listening to last started to play. thinking about the group again before popping open the top. i slowly started to get up from the swings, i headed my way towards the small tables. the closer i got the more i was able to hear the voices. it started to mush with the song i was listening to. "sorry but do yall care if i light this? its a blunt" my voice a little raspy due to not having any water on me.

the trio looked at me then back at eachother before the girls nods speaking, "yeah we dont have a problem with it." giving them a small smile "thanks," i walked back to the swings. thinking about the group again, i had forgetton my glasses while packing so it was hard to see even if i was up close. i couldnt quite make it out but they looked familiar. the girl, who i mostly looked at reminded me of the actress Madeline mcgraw, the girl who played gwen in the black phone movie.

pushing whatever i was thinking about to the side so i could focus on the cone shape pre-roll. igniting the red lighter, i rotated the joint in the fire. i brought it up to my lips and took a hit. inhaling and then exhaling. i focused on the song that just started playing, pink + white by frank ocean. i started to inhale again only to be stopped seeing a shadow figure walking up to me. i grabbed my phone and turned it down a little, loooking up i was met with the same girl from before. "hi im maddy and me and my friends were wondering if you would like to join us? the suns getting a lil stronger."  she pointed towards the table she was sitting at. "oh uh sure, and im (name)" as soon as i got up to stand i realized how hot it actually was, the heat was overwhelming. "should i put this out or do you guys wanna smoke it with me?" i asked as we both got closer to the park table. "if you teach us how, sure!" her smooth voice stayed upbeat.

i took the free seat next to the tan boy with long dark wavy hair. "mason, miguel this is (name), (name) this is mason and miguel." suddenly it snapped, they were the actors from the black phone. the 2 boys said lil hi's. i took another big hit, then tapping it so the ash falls off. i look at mason, since he was on my left infront of me. "well mason do you wanna hit this?" he thought about it for a moment then nodded his head.

"so how do i do this?" his brown eyes looked at me for help. "so you just suck on it till you get enough smoke  and then you take another breathe to actually inhale it." i tried repeating what my older brother taught me a while back. seeing succesfull as he exhaled a cloud while coughing. he handed it to maddy while still trying to catch his breath. holding back my luaghter i remembered the first time i smoked. i look over at maddy and she seemed pretty hesitant, "its okay if you dont wanna," i told her she looked at me then at her hands. she brought it up to her lips and took a breath. she exhaled same as mason except she was able to control her breathing a bit better. she passed to miguel, and when he exhaled he was fine. i figured maddy and miguel did better since they were in some type of sport or exercise.

when i was passed the blunt they stared at me. i took a hit normally and exhaled normally. i started to feel a wash of an euphoric state take over me. i could already tell mason was high. his eyes were red and glossy. i hinted at him to take it but he nodded his head side to side. i did the same with maddy and she took it. "so are you from here?" miguel asked. "nah im here cause its my brithday trip. but im from las vegas," maddy raised her brow "why are you alone on your brithday trip?"

i was handed the joint again, "me and my friend, junior were supposed to hang out today but he bailed on me to stay with his girlfriend." shrugging while i spoke. "thats a dick move." mason snipped quickly. i agrred with him, i did pay for juniors ticket and hotel room. we stayed like that for a while. luaghing and coughing. "(name)!" our peaceful moment interrupted by a forgien voice.

i looked behind me to see a girl with curly brown skin and deep brown skin. valerie, juniors girl. i never officially met her, as she and junior were long distance. "valerie? what are you doing here?" as i got up to hug her. while i didnt know her face to face we have talked one in a while. "junior said we were meeting here today to hang out with you." her voice held some confusion while my head wasnt even processing. "he told me that he was hanging out with you for the rest of the day. you were there when he called me?" i became genuinely confused.

"i havent even seen him today, so hes spending a dat with someone he lied about being his girlfriend?" her voice was hurt while her face was stotic. "oh-" "i cant beilieve he's putting me through this agian" her usal confident voice gone, becoming bitter more as she spoke. she pulled out her phone and calling who i would imagine was junior. she stromed off into her car for some privacy.

"what the hell" i looked back at the intoxicated teens next to me and they laughed, i shrugged it off. "how old are you turning (name)?" mason asked his eyes werent red anymore, but still glossy. "fifteen" miguel turned his head towards me with a semi-shooked face. "i thought your were like eighteen, you look so much older" the other two nodding their head in agreement. my phone started to buzz again. answering it automatically i was greeted with junior yelling. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING TELLING VALERIE THAT I WAS WITH ANOTHER GIRL?"

"its your own fault for using me as an excuse junior, plus its on you for cheating." he began to yell again but i didnt see the point of talking to him, so i hung up. "i should be leaving soon, it was nice meeting yall" giving them all a smile. "we should hang out again," maddy said. "here give me your number and ill send it to the boys" maddy extend her hand to me, her phone dail already open. swiftly putting my number in along with my name, i gave it back. "call me when yall wanna hang out" i gave a small wink and walked away.

[throwingmuses]

recently i learned that a lot of dispensaries give u a free pre roll on ur birthday (or even within 2 weeks of ur birthday at some places) so U know im gonna be driving all over town in a few weeks here picking up joints from the pot shops like im trick or treating. thats FREE WEED bro. idgaf about a free ice cream cone from wednys or whatever else

[tasta]

Diários de Nova

Desempleada en Manhattan

Ya lo decían sin reparo, mis amigos estaban HARTOS de mi miedo constante a ser despedida. Por años los ahogué con la cantaleta corporativa, esa en la que ni siquiera se entiende en qué trabaja uno realmente. Solía decir cosas como: "Los líderes del equipo están muy callados, estoy segura de que se viene una reorg y esta vez me va a tocar a mí", algo que claramente diría una persona atrapada en una secta alienígena. Lo que comenzó como un temor temporal se convirtió en un modus vivendi; siempre estaba "por suceder" y yo siempre estaba "en alerta". 

Mi relación más tóxica es con Corporate America™; ser despedido es lo más común y en una década he visto a los mejores corporate millennials de mi generación ser echados, como un rito de paso hacia la iluminación o la desintegración profesional. 

Por supuesto luego sucedió: me despidieron. El miedo que había estado martillando a mis pinches amigos simplemente desapareció, como si ellos lo hubieran absorbido y desechado por mí. Me sentí liberada. Agradecida porque la empresa me pagó para que me fuera, no cancelé mi (ahora sinsentido) próximo viaje laboral a Nueva York. ¿Por qué desperdiciar boletos de avión y hospedaje? Preferí el calor ácido de Manhattan al aguacero ácido de la Ciudad de México. Hice las maletas con mi nuevo tiempo libre, la liquidación y un resfrío incipiente. A la mierda todos, nadie quiere vivir en un post de LinkedIn.

A través de la ventana del hotel en 31a y 5a, en pleno junio derretido, vi lo esperado; cualquier momento podría ser b-roll de Broad City o Spiderman. Noventa fahrenheit allá afuera y los que caminan tienen esa jeta de hastío neoyorquino, pero con sudor. Estoy en Midtown solo porque la (ex) oficina está a 15 minutos caminando y, en algún momento, pareció una buena idea. 

Pensar en el número de aires acondicionados que están encendidos a la vez en la isla me genera ansiedad, una ansiedad casi imperceptible porque la Paroxetina es la conductora designada. Había dejado el verano lluvioso y frío de la Ciudad de México y ahora estaba danzando en este ardiente skillet. Mi resfriado incipiente estaba siendo alimentado en un on and off de frío y calor que, claramente, todos aman sentir en este pedazo de hierro erróneamente llamado sólo America.

Así que desempleada, acalorada, sintiendo que tengo todo y nada para hacer en esta ciudad, salí a la calle a buscar my heart desire. Una siempre tiene que ir tras lo que realmente desea, o al menos eso dicen todos esos posts rancios de Instagram que se creen muy vergas.

Pre-Roll Drought

The heat bounced off the pavement in midtown like it had a vendetta. It was that sticky, relentless kind of day. Fresh off JFK and barely getting my bearings, my first order of business? Score some porro. I guess my real most toxic relationship is this one instead. 

So, I wander into this CBD joint and sidle up to casually drop the THC question. Turns out, I'm not the only one on the hunt; this other dude's there, same vibe. "Most places in midtown are shut tight," he sighs, "seems they forgot to tick some permit box." 

Mi amiga latina behind the counter, blasting reggaeton that's all about sucking ass, shuts the door with a solid click after pulling a box from under the counter. Inside, a few packs of mota. I quickly snag the last hybrid while the other dude resigns himself to indica. 

"Any pre-rolls?" I ask, hoping for a gift. "There's a 'pre-roll drought' in full swing," she says, before hooking us up with RAW cones and a grinder. So, we're rolling our own right there on the counter and as I'm busy “crafting”, I catch the guy eyeballing my hybrid with that mix of envy and resignation over his indica choice. "Wanna dip outside and light these up?" I suggest.

Outside, we hit the sidewalk, passing my freshly rolled hybrid back and forth. Amidst the city's haze and hustle, the convo starts flowing. "So, what's your take on this city?" I ask, taking a hit and passing the joint. He takes a drag, the smoke swirling. "Man, it's a grind, you know? Always hustling for the next gig" He pauses, exhales slowly. "But getting canned, it's like a wakeup call. Makes you think about what really matters." I nod, while my mouth is getting dry mixed with the city air. 

"Yeah, life throws curveballs. Sometimes, losing a job feels like the universe pushing you toward something bigger," I say, grinning. He laughs, passing the joint back. "Exactly. Like a chance to reset a videogame.”

The city's pulse gets louder and in the whirl of the dying sun I feel wonderfully lost. My dreams and disappointments are just blurbs in the wind. “This is me” he stops walking, “thanks for the hits, have a good one” he’s then lost in the crowd going down to 34 St-Herald Sq station.

I stood there, lingering in a mix of pleasure and pain. Why should I figure things out? 

Workday Access

Revisar la bandeja de entrada, no sé si catalogarlo como ansioso o simplemente básico; básicamente ansioso sounds about right. Ahí estaba el correo: Workday Temporary Access, mi ex (empleo) me había escrito para dejarme saber que –si así lo deseaba– podía pasar a recoger mis cosas a su casa. Entiéndase por cosas, recibos de pago y cualquier tipo de documento. Ni un lamentable meme de payasos generado con IA me describía, había asistido a la luna de miel de mi boda cancelada. Seguía derritiéndome en Midtown tratando de “turistear” mientras mis (ex) colegas estaban reunidos a unas cuadras. 

Temía encontrarme con ellos y evité la zona oficinista durante días, “nadie quiere vivir en un post de Linkedin” cacareé cuando decidí venir, y es por eso que las frases que me digo a mi misma deberían de pasar un riguroso proceso de calidad. La intención no era ser mi propia tirana, pero saberme desempleada luego de más de una década era como abrir las puertas y ventanas de una casa que no ha visto sol ni sentido viento correr en un buen tiempo. 

Deambulando en Hell's Kitchen, mirando los tristes caballos de Central Park, barajando discos obvios en Rough Trade, haciendo bola en High Line, la fachada de turista escondía mis flashbacks de emails, videollamadas y performática corporativa. ¿Habrán logrado la meta del proyecto? ¿Qué habrá pasado con mis proveedores? ¿Habrá sucedido la tan esperada nueva reorg? La secta alienígena aparecía en mis pensamientos, uninvited but somehow longed for. 

El acceso temporal a Workday se había extendido desde la compu hasta mis caminares, las personas en la calle se parecían a Tess, a Darnell, a Dario, a Whitney y a todas esas floating heads que hace no mucho veía todos los días en el monitor. GET THE FUCK OFF ME OR I’LL SMASH YOUR FACE IN THE GROUND, gritó de pronto una mujer con la ropa hecha jirones y los pelos parados, mientras destripaba unas bolsas de basura sobre la banqueta. La ciudad zumbaba como una máquina que arrulla, me recordó dónde estaba, estaba lejos, muy lejos del Company Town Hall.

On and off Broadway

¿Resfriado incipiente? Era una puta tos, una sneaky throatfucker. Mi lenguaje era toser, ir a lugares y hablar en tos. Toser tanto como respirar. En la ciudad donde nadie te mira, algunos me glanceaban con un dejo de flashback de pandemia. Calor, tos, sudor. El aire acondicionado es una maldición con cara de promesa. El aire del metro, el aire del Foot Locker, el aire de la habitación, el aire del CVS, una sistemática aparición de aires artificiales que me hacían toser. Antes de huir de Manhattan, tenía que ir al teatro. ¿A qué? A toser. Porque el aire del teatro, por supuesto, también era una trampa.

¿Cómo puede alguien atreverse a no salir si se está en La Ciudad? Esa caminata por Broadway hasta cruzar la 7ª era tan falsa como el aire acondicionado, tan falsa como yo, pothead empedernida y quejosa profesional de aires. Evité a toda costa cruzarme con Times Square, aunque su glow se escabullía entre reflejos; sus luces y bullicio barato me hacían sentir como un pedazo de envoltorio de Shake Shack que intenta elevarse en el aire pero fracasa y queda atrapada en una rendija de drenaje.

Stereophonic en el Golden Theater. Adjmi, Aukin, 1976. Había llegado barrida, justo a la hora en la que suena la musiquita de la última llamada, y en la oscuridad del teatro, mi tos comenzaba a gestarse con una leve comezón en la garganta. Butler resonaba en el ambiente reciclado, los personajes en su maraña de egos y expectativas buscaban el sonido perfecto para su banda pedorra mientras respiraban el mismo aire enrarecido que yo.

Mi tos había aguantado dentro de mis pulmones durante tres actos, estaba por estallar. Sarah Pidgeon no podía cantar, no alcanzaba una nota alta. Todos en la audiencia la mirábamos, yo tragaba saliva. La tensión en escena era sostenida por el silencio y la expectativa de alcanzar una nota, mi urgencia por toser era inminente. ¿Por qué me senté tan adelante? Sarah intentó la alta nota una vez más, mi garganta se cerraba, el teatro quedó en silencio, la seguimos mirando, no pude más. New York, I love you, but you’re bringing me down.

Mientras el público aplaudía, yo tosía huyendo a lo largo de la alfombra del pasillo. Salí del Golden, afuera el aire era irreal, mezclado con imecas y sueños rotos. ¿Qué chingados estaba haciendo aquí? Sólo me hacía falta un pretzel caliente, gigante y salado en la mano para ser una completa estúpida en medio de Influencers in the wild. Estaba lista para salir de Manhattan y respirar otro aire viciado. Pero antes, tenía que ir al teatro. A toser.

Bed-Stuy Green Goddess 

Conocí a Elena en una videochamada, pero realmente conheci a Elena una noche lluviosa en la Ciudad de México; tomamos alguns cocteles en la Roma y conforme passaram os meses, nuestras vidas foram se conectando a nosso favor. Las amizades que conservo à distância suelen ser longevas y profundas, ¿será que o espaço ajuda? Los quilômetros são buenos preservadores de carinho, al parecer.

Elena se había mudado de São Paulo a Nova York hace relativamente poco tempo. Quando le conté que estaría en la cidade, su primera reacción foi ofrecerme un lugar para dormir en su departamento de Bed-Stuy. Acepté feliz, depois de várias noites en un hotel caro e sem graça, la idea de un calorzinho hogareño sonaba muy bien.

El trayecto a Bed-Stuy foi rápido, con un silencio apaciguado en mi cabeça, sin complicaciones; caminando sobre Myrtle la vi, Elena caminando hacia mí. Saqué mi Yashica y la enfoqué enquanto ela se aproximava. Mucho antes de Charli XCX, el verde neón ya era parte de ella; tenía un estilo de la moda único, una mistura de elegância y modernidade que destacaba en cualquier multitud.

A través do lente, seu cabelo brillaba bajo el sol, capturé sus sonrisas y la alegría de vernos novamente. Me sentí afortunada; su presencia llenaba el aire y nos fundimos en un abrazo de hermanas. Amigaaaaaa, bem-vinda, exclamó. Vamos pegar um ciggi and then we walk home, dijo mientras apuntaba un Deli en la contraesquina.

Siempre he admirado a determinação de Elena para ser una diosa 24/7, con la elegância y el estilo do M&M verde já se movía en Brooklyn como una local. Como era de esperarse, nossos días começavam, se mantenían y se coronavam con longas charlas que, embora insistíssemos em chamá-las de sessões de chisme, me cobijé en nuestro portunhol/inglês para sentir-me um poco más yo.

Me adueñé del sofá de Elena para dormir en meio do seu santuario finamente decorado, mientras que durante el día funcionaba como nosso espaço de conversa. The Modern Men marketing campaign is SO outdated, them hermanos need a good new manager, se reía cubierta por uma leve nube de Vogue smoke luciendo su athleisure. 

Fuckboys, situationships como loopholes from hell, freelances vs la vida corporativa, viver sola vs a vida em casal, exclusividade sexoafectiva ¿es uma fantasia?, poliamor com estranhos ¿resposta ao tédio generacional? Todos los temas quería y quiero hablar con Elena, todas nuestras palavras mientras montamos el G train, cruzamos el Hudson en el ferry, pasamos ao lado dos projects, tenemos brunch y vemos el skyline.

Un DIA en Beacon

To go out. Verbo intransitivo. Acto de huida momentánea de la urbe. Cuando los citadinos, agobiados por el smog, el bullicio incesante, y el estrés acumulado, sienten la necesidad imperiosa de escapar, de desconectar de esa vida que construyeron sobre cimientos de asfalto, neón, y café para llevar. Es una búsqueda de aire fresco, de verde, de espacio, aunque sea por un breve respiro... para después, inevitablemente, regresar.

Qué glamour ese de llegar a Grand Central Terminal y sentirse parte de una forzada película romántica, de esas donde la chica —a pesar de no ser hegemónicamente bella— tendrá suerte con el chico guapo. En esta ocasión no pasaría nada de eso; éramos Elena y yo buscando snacks para tomar el tren hacia Beacon. Un paseo al museo Dia parecía sensato, demure.

Caminamos por los vagones del Metro-North Railroad hasta encontrar asientos vacíos, donde nos dejaríamos mecer durante diez estaciones. Mordisqueábamos baby pickles y crackers innecesariamente caros pero complacientes, mientras las amplias ventanas convertían las calles de Yonkers en el río Hudson: un espejo del cielo azul del verano, bordeando las Palisades.

Esos días había estado leyendo Kitchen Confidential, a pedacitos entre el flat white y los flashbacks de Corporate America™. En su primer libro, Bourdain contaba cómo tomaba este mismo tren para llegar al Culinary Institute of America, siempre en busca de probar que la cocina era su lugar, y la comida, su única verdad. Me lo imaginé ahí, tranquilo en un vagón hasta Poughkeepsie, casi como un ritual de reafirmación. Qué envidia, qué ganas de esa claridad.

Nos bajamos en Beacon. Poughkeepsie y las certezas no estaban en el plan. El museo Dia estaba a una pintoresca caminata de distancia de la estación. Beacon has boring hetero vibes, amiga, bromeaba Elena mientras lideraba la caminata. El aire ya no olía a concreto caliente ni a pretzels tristes, sino a césped recién cortado, césped con algunos privilegios. El privilegio del silencio, por ejemplo.

No es una palabra en español la que bautiza a este museo. Elena me aclaró que Dia significa "luz" en griego, una metáfora sobre la iluminación que el arte puede traer a nuestras vidas. Pagamos 20 dólares y me dediqué a deambular por aquellos bodegones que albergan caprichos de Warhol, esperando encontrar esa revelación o momento de entendimiento, tratando de recuperar la inversión.

Caminamos tranquilas por todas las esquinas de la ex fábrica de Nabisco, ahora museo, logrando esa pausa que tanto buscábamos al salir de La Ciudad. Supongo que las paredes de concreto ya me habían regalado toda la claridad que les fue posible… Estaba lista para regresar, y Elena estaba lista para prender un cigarrillo.

Hermana, volvamos a GCT, we need oysters, dijo mientras hacía un círculo en el aire con su dedo índice, apuntando al cielo.

El regreso fue más rápido que la ida —una playera que diga— y las luces neón, el sonido de otros trenes, el aire tóxico y toda esa basura que amamos comenzaron a reaparecer para nosotras. El bullicio, ese estómago ruidoso de La Ciudad, hervía de nuevo mientras subíamos las escaleras para llegar al Grand Central Oyster Bar. Después de tres tipos de ostras, sparkling water y papas fritas —siempre—... ¿por qué nos sentimos en casa? Le pregunté a Elena. Porque, respondió mientras encendía un cigarro, Bourdain tenía razón, hermana: What is an oyster if not the perfect food? Me miró, soltando el humo con una media sonrisa.

Dyke March

It’s all buzzing, humming. We’re on our way to the Dyke March, and Elena's friends are here too, all dressed in a mix of glitter, rainbows, and attitude. I don’t identify as a dyke, neither does Elena, but everything—and everyone—was already waiting for us. We’re a loud, mismatched blend moving as one, taking up space.

We’re crossing from Brooklyn into Manhattan. Elena strides ahead of me, in ripped shorts and a razor-sharp gaze. See? she says, as if the city's chaos proves some invisible point. The march kicks off at Bryant Park, making its way down Fifth Avenue to Washington Square Park, no permits, no fences. This isn’t your usual rainbow parade, okay? Her voice has that edge, both warning and warm.

I smile at the signs people are carrying, loaded with messages about reproductive justice, equal rights—all the fight they’ve got packed into just a few words. One of them reads, “Queer as in f*ck you.” And then there’s Elena, threading her arm through mine as she pulls me into the beat of the drums pounding down Fifth Avenue. That sound ricochets off the buildings, like it’s calling out every rebel spirit within a mile’s reach. I lose track of the blocks, of the crowd around us, just following Elena’s sharp eyes and smirk.

With every step, we’re pulled into laughter, the spontaneous chants echoing off the streetlights, something raw and alive that feels half protest, half celebration. For once, this city, so indifferent most days, feels warm, like it’s holding us.

After a few blocks of dancing, chanting, and just blending into the night, Elena turns to me and sighs—the kind of sigh that says, “Alright, that’s enough activism for one night.” She pulls me close and says, deadpan, Hermana, we need to go to the temple. And I know exactly what she means: Trader Joe’s, all things edible and affordable. 

Back at her apartment, after the night winds down, we put together a simple dinner and settle into the kind of quiet that only shows up late. We’re talking about new freelance gigs, the kind that keep us afloat and even make us smile, little reminders that we’re carving out our own path, on our own terms.

I think of my own plans, my flight back to Mexico City the next day, where the looming ghost of corporate work somehow doesn’t feel so terrifying anymore. The night fades as we talk, laughter echoing through the small apartment, with the city outside still pushing forward—subways rumbling faintly, voices floating up from the streets. But here, in this moment, on the cusp of something, somewhere between certainty and possibility, this is all I need.

[adhderall]

sorry I'm a failure of a man I use pre-rolled cones instead of rolling my own joints from scratch

[galacticscrotum]

Blue Lotus flower review:

I ordered some Egyptian Blue Lotus online and it arrived today. I took one dried flower and broke it up by hand until it was small enough to pack into a RAW cone. (If you don’t know what that is, it’s like an empty pre-rolled joint). The one flower had to be split into two joints, and I smoked one at a time. The effects I felt are from smoking half a flower.

I felt moderately anxious before smoking it, and within two minutes of smoking I felt calm. After just the first few hits I realized I was smiling. It made me feel happy, in a soft way. I would compare the feeling to taking a single hit of weed. My thoughts are slower and I feel more relaxed. I am a bit sleepy, but not very.

If you aren’t used to smoking, there is a strong ashy flavor that sticks on your tongue and lingers a while. The flavor may turn some people off, but it reminds me of smoking an actual joint so I enjoy that.

The only side effect I notice is a slight pressure in my head resembling the beginning of a headache but it isn’t too uncomfortable.

I’ll add to this later if anything changes or I feel any other effects. Happy to answer questions :)

Update: I tried it a second time, smoked 2 prerolls. I didn’t go to sleep right after smoking, which I probably should have. I did start to feel pretty sad after. It could just be my hormones, but I thought I’d mention it in case the low mood was connected to the lotus. My hypothesis was that since smoking it made me feel happy, it used up all my happy chemicals so I experienced a crash after the “high.”

[smoke-proper]

Master the Art of Joint Rolling: Everything You Need to Roll a Perfect Joint

Rolling a joint is a time-honored tradition among cannabis enthusiasts. Whether you're a beginner or an experienced smoker, having the right tools and knowledge is essential to roll a perfect joint. In this article, we will provide you with everything you need to know to nail your joint rolling skills. From the necessary supplies to step-by-step instructions, you'll be rolling joints like a pro in no time.

Essential Supplies:

To roll a joint, you'll need a few essential supplies. These include:

· Rolling Papers: Choose high-quality rolling papers that suit your preferences, such as regular or flavored papers. Opt for standard or king size, depending on the desired joint size.

· Grinder: A grinder helps break down your weed evenly, ensuring a consistent burn. Invest in a quality grinder with sharp teeth for optimal results.

· Filter or Tip: Using a filter or tip adds stability and prevents loose ends. Pre-rolled tips or cardboard cutouts work well.

· Cannabis: Of course, you'll need your favorite strain of cannabis. Ensure it's ground to a suitable consistency for rolling.

Step-by-Step Rolling Instructions: Follow these steps to roll a joint:

Step 1: Grind Your Weed - Use your grinder to break down the cannabis into small, even pieces.

Step 2: Prepare the Filter - Roll a filter or tip and place it at one end of the rolling paper.

Step 3: Fill the Paper - Spread the ground cannabis along the length of the rolling paper. Distribute it evenly to ensure a smooth and even burn.

Step 4: Shape and Roll - Use your fingers to shape the joint, tucking in the cannabis evenly. Begin rolling from the filter end, using your thumbs and index fingers to shape and tighten the joint as you go.

Step 5: Seal the Joint - Moisten the adhesive strip of the rolling paper and complete the rolling motion to seal the joint.

Step 6: Finishing Touches - Twist the open end of the joint to keep it tightly closed. You can also use a lighter to lightly heat the joint to ensure it's properly sealed.

Rolling Tips and Tricks:

Consider these additional tips to enhance your joint rolling skills:

l Practice Makes Perfect: Don't be discouraged if your first attempts are less than perfect. Practice regularly to improve your rolling technique.

l Use a Rolling Tray: A rolling tray provides a clean and organized surface to assemble your joint. It also helps prevent any spillage or wastage of your precious weed.

l Experiment with Different Techniques: Explore alternative rolling techniques, such as the cone or tulip method, to find the style that suits you best.

Rolling a joint is an art form that can be mastered with the right tools, supplies, and practice. By following the step-by-step instructions provided and incorporating the tips and tricks mentioned, you'll be well on your way to rolling a perfect joint every time. Remember, patience and persistence are key. So gather your supplies, prepare your cannabis, and enjoy the satisfaction of rolling and smoking a joint that showcases your newfound rolling skills.

[brettesims]

LIVIN MY LIFE LIKE ITS GOLDEN

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🍃 Being from Oakland, smoking (haha) I’ve smoked weed since I was about 17. I never really had to learn to roll. All my friends would do it for me, boyfriends rolled for me. I always just utilized bowls, bongs, and pre- rolls!

So I was excited to try again when my art manager, gifted me home grown flower from her backyard AND simultaneously

Shine Papers sent me some goodies!

This cone made its SUPER easy while giving me the satisfaction of someone who rolled from scratch bc who gon check me boo?! 🤣

Shoutout to Vince at Shine Papers! These are perfect for enduring family Christmas awkward moments people!

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[potsmart]

Ground Weed and Pre-Rolls Explode in Popularity in Canada… Southern Neighbours Still Not So Sure

In the past, cannabis consumers generally preferred to buy their weed whole and grind it themselves. However, it seems that in Canada, this is changing, and more and more consumers are now willing to purchase pre-ground cannabis, which was once considered “mids,” or worse, “Boof.” Heady bois groan from their studio apartments in Denver, but as mentioned earlier on this site, fans of pre-ground flower have no time for that negativity. Consumers are voting with their wallets.

It shouldn’t need defining, but here we go, pre-ground or milled weed is available in a ready-to-use form, which can be easily poured into your vape, pipe, or pre-rolled cone.

According to data generated by Seattle-based cannabis researchers Headset Analytics, pre-ground cannabis had a rather negligible presence in the burgeoning Canadian market at the start of 2020. However, fast forward and by December 2022, it occupied a significant share at 7.3% of Canadians’ flower purchases. This data was obtained through tracking in Ontario, Alberta, British Columbia, and Saskatchewan and reported by MJBizDaily.

“That’s very, very much a significant portion of the highest-revenue category,” Headset Analytics Manager Cooper Ashley said.

What’s more is that brands are growing devoted fanbases who come back and ask for them by name.

“We were, in my opinion, probably a month too late jumping on that trend, even though customers were asking us for it,” said Cavion, founder of two Calyx + Trichomes stores in Kingston, Ontario.

Perhaps another boost to purchases of pre-ground bud is infused products. It’s becoming more common on shelves and delivery menus all over the world to see massive selections of infused pre-ground and pre-rolls. This gives the product that little extra kick chronic chronic smokers like. Growers used to throw out their trim. Now they grind it up with bud, pack it into pre-rolls that they roll in trim bin kief and sell at a premium. It’s really a win-win. People love the product, growers get to turn what once was waste into gold.

Apart from its convenience, there are several other advantages to purchasing pre-ground weed. One such benefit is the price point, and you know stoners love a deal. In fact, pre-ground cannabis often retails at a lower price point than whole flower, with an average price of around $4 CAD or approximately $3 USD per gram. This marks a significant decrease from the average price of $7 CAD or $5.25 USD in early 2020.

This trend of buying pre-ground weed is not as popular in the United States, where it currently only makes up about 0.9% of the total flower market share. One possible reason for the relatively slow adoption of pre-ground weed in the USA could be its negative reputation. Some Canadian Entrepreneurs have admitted that they were initially hesitant to stock pre-ground weed due to its less-than-stellar reputation.

“In the early days of legalization in Canada, I don’t think the perception was there for milled flower – I think it was seen as maybe inferior to other products,” – Maria Guest, Pure Sunfarms Vice President

Despite its plus sides, it just wasn’t cool in the beginning. That changed incredibly fast. The verdict is still out whether Americans are simply snobs or if the pre-ground weed in Canada is just better.

You know what else Canadians love? Canadians love pre-rolls. If you need further proof Canadians love convenience, according to data also provided by Headset Analytics and reported on MJBizDaily, the market for infused pre-rolls in Canada has experienced an astounding growth of nearly 1,100% within a year.

(Still reading this?! I know you want a pre-roll now!)

I think again here the variety available on the shelves in mind boggling numbers. Smokers today have options from the bottom of the shelf to the top, infused, coated, premium, hash filled, whatever you can imagine, someone is rolling it up into a joint, sticking it in a little plastic tube and willing to sell it to you. Our little monkey brains can’t help but buy them up like candy and enjoy them. Listen, I am that heady boi, and I buy pre-rolls. They are awesome.

To be fair it is doubtful that heady bois everywhere are going to pawn their Motherships and custom bangers to load up on pre-ground cannabis.These are not the same markets and that’s okay. That’s the beauty of a legal market, it creates a massive variation of products that may never have been available otherwise. In the same way, a lot of consumers are just looking for an easy way to get blazed, and a familiar bag of ground up stuff to roll your own cigarettes like a hipster outside a music venue. Good for all 7.9% of them.

You know what else is awesome? Kief.

Just saying. If you’re rolling Js, you might as well pick up some of that to top it all off.

By Richard “Dick” Weed, Ganja Guru and Guest Contributor, for Potsmart

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