#Real Marijuana Online

[cannibalpool]

i miss my weed !

[garfieldsladybird]

heyyy idk if ur request are on or off and if u still write for timothée. but if you do, i had an idea. so like i think its number 6 and the prompt is “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” and the reader is dating timothée and they r at his apartment smoking and he falls asleep before she does and wakes up to her in his shirt

my requests are open so your all good and I will forever write for him!! :)) i love thisss!!! thank you for requesting lovely <333 also sorry it took forever :(( it didn’t have to be this many words but for some reason I just wanted to make it longer.

Cloth | Timothée Chalamet.

timothée x reader. (established relationship)

warnings — words: 1,136. fluff. drugs. marijuana. very detailed about smoking bong hits. smoking a piece of blunt wrap in a bong. blunts have tobacco in it, mentions of tobacco.

a/n: to all my ppl that lay on the right side of the bed im sorry, I had to choose a side and I sleep on the left 😬

Credits -> This is my work. Their ^ idea. Do not plagiarized. Timothée Chalamet is a real human being and I do not know him. This is all fictional. Even if he’s real.

Masterlist, Navigation, Timmy C. List.

It was just one of those lazy days today.

Best days of all days, were you and timothée were just you and timmy, even though that’s an everyday thing with you both, it was a day of no work, no fans, unless you do run into someone when out but no online stuff, and that's it. Just comfort for each other.

The day already passed by, not doing much except smoking, exploring each other’s bodies a few times, going for a walk and ordering some food but it was way too late to order food now, yet the city wasn’t asleep. Being in the city nicknamed ‘The city that never sleeps.’

As of right now, you and timmy were just taking bong hits, relaxing on the bed, and watching a new show on netflix. Today you’ve smoked two blunts and a joint, while also taking bong hits, pen hits, and some dap hits too but that was throughout the day. Now you didn’t have that much weed to roll a joint, barely any to roll a blunt.. especially when all the cones and blunts you have are rolled and there was no point to smoke one right now.

A sharpe sound was heard interrupting the tv as the pink lighter in your hand generated a flame. If you look close enough there was blue at the bottom close to the metal where it was sprouting out from continuing to go into an ombré of orange to yellow in the form of a candle, between the blue and orange, it was clear, see-through surprisingly.

You pull the now lit lighter to the bowl that was full of ground-up weed and a very small piece of a blunt wrap— it was from a leftover roach earlier that day, both of you smoked the weed from the roach so now you were smoking the wrap.

The bong was in your hand over the side table as you lit your herbs on fire and begin to inhale. Covering the carb hole with your thumb, you hear the tv playing but also hear the water bubbling and feeling it drip back down too.

Watching the bowl for a few seconds, a familiar burning sensation in the back of your throat starts building up. Just before it gets too much, you move to uncover the hole and continue to inhale, the air aiding to direct the smoke into your lungs.

You take as much as you could before pulling away, smoke lines come waving through the dark fiery weed from in the bowl. You slowly blow the smoke out, making a small white cloud form in the dark tv lit room.

A grape taste fulls your mouth and the air now smells like it to, and it wasn’t like the medicine grape or the powerade grape flavor but it was in between both of them, tasting better than both in your opinion, the little tobacco in there making it all hit you more. Making the high so much more better.

“mmm, mon amour?” he asked in a mumbled, his face stuffed in a pillow. He looked so pretty. His eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed with his lips in a pout. He was so tired, his arms felt like they could fall off, and he couldn’t open his eyes for shit, he was on the edge od falling asleep but he needed to say something.

“yea?” you ask with a soft smile.

“come to bedddd…”

Turning to him, you see him all snuggled up, going to lay on your side in front of him, your left hand cupping his jaw, just looking at him with a soft look, memorizing his face once more.

“Je t'aime, sleepy.” he mumbles, eyes kind of fluttering open but still closed, yawning before his lips push into a kiss face with him humming, his way of saying ‘i want a kiss.’

“I love you too,” you gave him a peck but he whines when the warmth of your lips leaves his, giving him a few more smiling when you feel his before pulling away, your lips still touching, “go to sleep,” you whisper with a playful smile.

“no, you,” he mumbles, his hand now wrapping around your waist.

“I’ll come to bed with you, I just have to change, okay.” you kiss him before getting up to change, his arm flopping on the bed, the strength he has, not able to hold you down, all because of the high but as you leave he hums disapprovingly, ‘mhm mhmm’.

When you finally climb back into bed, only a few seconds had passed but he was out like a light. As you were going under the covers and turning the tv down in the process, his arm suddenly wraps around your waist, scaring you a little as he pulls you in, gaining his strength in those two minutes. Both of you are now cuddled together with the show still playing, high and asleep, still together.

A beam of light was peeking into the room, it was lightening and warming up the carpet, indicating that the sun was up and above the window, saying it was morning. Not that many birds were chirping, but if the windows were open you would hear them talking beautifully to one another saying good morning to everyone. The cars still making sounds as usual. The city still alive.

The warm ball in the atmosphere has yet to touch the people in the bed. Both still in deep sleep from the night they had, even though that’s an everyday night. on some occasions.

As the hours went by, the morning went higher into the sky, the bright light drifting in the room, going from one place to another, until it shone on the wall above the two lovers from where the rays were glimpsing inwards.

They look beautiful. And peaceful.

He was on his back with you cuddled and laying on him, face in his neck, leg wrapped around his waist, arm on his chest. Like a koala bear.

Disturbing the peaceful air in the room, Timmy grumbles as he rolls over, gently to not disturb you. Now laying more on you, he breathes you in, yawning before giving you a few pecks on the neck. He gets your usual smell but also gets the scent of his too. Lifting his head up a little, he looks down and sees his shirt on you. As soon as he sees that a smile rises up and he buries his face in your neck.

Soon enough you started waking up from the kisses. you cuddle into his chest, he responds by holding you even more. Breathing him in, you lift head a little, yawning you see he’s awake. “morning,” you say quietly, with a very tired smile.

“morning my love,” he says quietly too, voice raspy, with a pleasant smile, before kissing your forehead. You respond with a hum and smile on your face, leaning more into him.

“is that my shirt?” he says quietly in your ear with the teasing voice in a smirk.

Still tired, you slowly open your eyes, quickly looking down at your shirt, you look up, making eye contact with him “oh, um. you mean our shirt..?” you end your question with a smirk.

‎© 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖽y𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽. 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾!!

[weirdocvnt08]

Title: Don’t be a loser!

Relationship: Rise!Leonardo/Yuichi Usagi (one-sided)

TW: Mentions of underage smoking of nicotine/marijuana [Pls skip this post if this stuff doesn’t interest you]

Author is listening to: California Here We Go by The Garden

AN: This was written for shits & giggles & even though the boys didn’t actually smoke in this, I have to put it out there for the minors reading this to pls avoid vaping. Don’t matter if it’s nic or THC, both aren’t good (yes even THC & as someone with first hand experience lemme tell you if you have family history with addictions & have autism then bby you’re most likely gonna end up reliant on it which is no bueno) and it can very much damage your still developing brain as corny as that sounds. With that being said, enjoy this sorta/sorta not crackfic and Usagi’s poorly hidden one-sided feelings bc Leo just sees him as his bro (for now, maybe ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ)

~⛽️💨~⛽️💨~⛽️💨~

Usagi and Leo had been in the middle of playing an online game on their phones until Usagi’s abruptly shut itself off. Heart rate quickening and hoping their game was still connected, Usagi tried to quickly turn the device back on but was instead met with the zero-battery icon that had displayed itself on the screen.

“Dude did your phone just die?!” Leo exclaimed as he watched Usagi’s character lag and glitch before the game ultimately kicked him off, taking him back to the main menu.

A regretful whine was all Leo could get in response. He sighed as he closed off the game and set his phone aside. “Wanna watch something then? While we wait for your phone to actually charge?” Leo asked as he leaned over to his bedside drawer to pick up the remote control for his TV.

“Yes! Can I choose?” If the platinum haired teen were animated, he’d have sparks shimmering around him and stars gleaming in his eyes, but sadly this was the real world and as Leo kept his focus on his flatscreen he cocked a restive brow as he replied nonchalantly, “After you made us lose our mission and we’ll have to now start from our last checkpoint that was, like, forever ago? Sorry, but it’s a hard ‘no’ my guy.”

“Mmh!” The Japanese boy grunted out in a miff manner as he got up from Leo’s bed to retrieve his charger from his bag and plug it to the nearest available outlet. Choosing the small lone spot beside Leo’s bookshelf, he bent down on one knee to connect the plug but stopped himself at the odd sight before him.

“Leo why do you have this usb type thing charging, and why does it look so weird?”

Knitting his thin eyebrows together in confusion, Leo mouthed to himself ‘USB?’ but the realization quickly clicked in his head and couldn’t help the brief chortle that escaped his mouth as he thought of an exciting idea.

“Oh that? Bring it over here and I’ll show you what exactly it is.”

Having not noticed the impish look on his American friend’s face due to his allowance of getting the strange object, he took a closer look at it as he walked back to Leo. The surface was a matte electric blue and on one side there was what he assumed was the brand name. ‘STIIIZY?’ he confoundedly thought.

The more that he stared at it, memories of his past encounters in their school’s restrooms that involved this same type of gadget would suddenly rush into his mind. In his option-less runs to use the poorly maintained restrooms around campus, he’d always have to brace the groups of people who’d ditch class to hang out and smoke both outside and inside the stalls carrying those similar rectangular objects in their hands.

Sometimes (if he wasn’t immediately kicked out from it) he’d opt to just walk to the closest restroom and avoid the horrid mixed stench of sweet artificial cookies and sewage water, but nine times out of ten he’ll ignore the sharp glares and sneers that’ll get sent his way as he makes his way to do his business that the restrooms were purposed to do.

Besides all that, Usagi just hopes that it’s not what he thinks it is as he plopped himself down onto the bed and extended his left hand towards Leo, who was leaned over again and digging a hand inside his drawer. After he found what he was looking for he swiftly took his sleek object back and attached a familiar looking compact filled with a yellow substance into the open slot. His fear was now just confirmed.

“Yui y’know what a—?”

“You smoke?! And nicotine at that? Why?! Leo you’re too pre—!” Coughing fugaciously at his near slip up of calling his best friend pretty, Usagi covered with, “I thought you were too cool for that kind of stuff?”

Playing with the thin vape in his hand, Leo laughed at the claim. “Mmmm, I don’t ever remember saying about my stance on vaping, but chill out it’s not nic, it’s weed.”

“How is that any better?”

“Look I’m not gonna explain the politics of the two, but just know this is way better and funner than nicotine!” Leo exasperated. What the shaved headed teen had left out though was that he himself hadn’t smoked nicotine ever in his life and just jumped straight to marijuana, so his answer holds no weight. He continued, “I don’t even do it a lot and just use it when I want to have a good time during movie nights or want to make my favorite meal ten times better because I have the munchies. It also helps when I feel myself becoming too absorbed into my thoughts, but that’s beside the point.”

Usagi felt icky for feeling this way, but he couldn’t help but feel sort of disappointed that Leo, his most favorite person since moving here, is a part of the hordes of teens that find the weird appeal of owning that useless junk just so they could make grossly sweet scented smoke clouds in front of their friends and not caring about the harm it can do to their young and healthy lungs. Despite his own opposing views though, he tried to swallow his judgment.

“How can anyone underage even get their hands on this, isn’t it illegal? Who even gave you this and does anyone else know you do this stuff?”

“I mean, it's pretty easy if you know someone who has connections, and to answer that other question, only Donnie—who also smokes—and my sister Frida knows. Ida’s also the one who hooked us up with the battery and cart but she’s so stingy though ‘cause she didn’t want to get us the full gram that this brand offers!”

Blank faced, Usagi answered, “I don’t know what that last part meant at all, but I really don’t wanna know anyway.”

The two sat in silence as Leo continued to fiddle with the concentrated THC pen with only a YouTube video playing on the TV to act as background noise. Usagi hoped that meant Leo lost interest in the topic now that he showed off his vape pen, that was until Leo opened his mouth again.

“So wanna take a hit?”

“Huh!? No! Weren’t you catching on with my obvious oppositions to that kind of stuff?!” He vicariously shook his head in disapproval. “I have important people in my life that expect me to be better than to do these types of things. Also don’t wanna die of lung cancer anytime soon.”

Sucking his teeth, Leo pressed “C’moooon! We can shotgun if you want!”

“Shotgun?”

“Basically I’ll take a hit and I’ll pass it to you by blowing it to your mouth for you to inhale.”

A strained expression appeared on Usagi’s face as he painted the image in his head and from what he’d seen it wasn’t very appealing if not super awkward. “That sounds dumb and weird.”

Leo cackled as he instantly knew the other teen didn’t get it, so he explained through small fits of laughter, “I don’t think you’re picturing it right dude. Our mouths have to be like really close so it’s sorta gonna look like we’re gonna go in for a kiss.”

‘Kiss?’ Usagi thought to himself as he re-imagined Leo’s new description. What he saw was Leo’s attractive face up close to his and his plush mixed tone lips slightly parted and nearly touching his slightly cracked ones, that maybe he might actually find out what Leo’s glossed lips finally taste like if he leans his head forward just a bit more. His heart picked up at the thought and with red tinting his tan skin he quickly adversed “We’re not doing that!”

“Oh? Sorry, was that a lil’ too gay for your straight-male self?” With an amused smile, Leo playfully rolled his eyes and coolly replied “Chill out man, it’s just a suggestion. But since you’re such a chad, I guess you’ll just do it on your own then?” He tried to hand him the rectangular device, but Usagi merely pushed the cold and slender brown hand back to its owner’s vicinity.

“Iranai. Don’t need it, so have fun doing that stuff by yourself.” He firmly stated but just like him, Leo wasn’t going to lose his ground and continue his pursuit of convincing Usagi to smoke with him.

“Don’t be lame and have a sesh with meee!”

“Nope.”

“Smoking isn’t as fun if you’re not doing it with someone! Yui!”

“Sucks to be you I guess.”

Leo let out an elongated sigh before voicing, “I get that you have this weird honor code thing where you take promises to heart n’ stuff, but aren’t I just as important to you too?”

Perplexed brown eyes met his hazel ones and with a casual shrug Leo resumed, “I just asked you to do this with me because you’re cool, and I feel comfortable around you, but if you really don’t wanna, then I won’t force you since it’s not fun if you’re not into it too.”

Usagi was gradually starting to feel his ‘tough as nails’ facade slip at the compliments Leo threw his way because of course he’d give more of shit of what this guy says than anyone else who’s known him for years or even since his birth.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t do this a lot y’know. Sorta why I really wanted you to try it with me, since it could be like a really fun memory that only you and me can share.” Leo suddenly said, and although Usagi knows better than to blindly trust Leo’s word he could tell that his friend was not fully lying at this time.

“So, what? Trying to tell me that you don’t smoke with everyone?”

“No sir.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“I’m serious. I’ve literally only smoked with my siblings. I don’t trust the crap people at school have, and I don’t trust the people at school like that even less so yeah, I don’t smoke with everyone and only a few select people are worthy to see me at my stupidest.”

Silence fell upon them again and Leo didn’t really know if his bait had worked or not, but sure enough it did as Usagi abruptly huffed out “Give it” and extended his hand to reveal his open palm that waited expectantly to receive something.

“But I thought—.“

“Just pass me the stupid thing you manipulative asshole!”

Ecstatic over Usagi’s change of mind, Leo quickly handed him his vape pen and watched as Usagi mauled over his new decision.

“If you’re worried about how you’re gonna act, don’t worry. Since I’m not as new to this like you, I can keep my bearings and take care of you if you end up doing something stupid.”

Cupping Usagi’s hand that held his little item of relaxation and enjoyment, he looked into the other boy’s eyes and earnestly promised “Swear on my dad’s life that I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Trust me, all that you’re gonna feel is as if your whole body is floating and even find yourself kinda hungry.” Letting good of his hand, Leo encouraged him to go for it with a nod of his head.

‘Am I really going to do this?’

With one last glance at Leo’s smug yet gorgeous hazel-green eyes he felt as if his heart had been squeezed from the huge amount of affection he was currently feeling for the other teen across of him.

‘Yeah, I really am.’

Hesitantly, he brought the pen to his lips and the more he dared to take a hit he could hear the loud anxious pounding coming from the center of his chest. It beat so loud that once he finally took a brave inhale from the pen he didn’t even register Leo’s rushed warning, and before he knew it, he felt as if a ball of fire had invaded his airways.

[prussiacide]

hetalia dudes who smoke weed

- okay fucking duh but matthew. he’s stereotypical stoner white guy u know

- ned. he’s the fucking netherlands. amsterdam is famous for weed. need i say more? yes, i need to. once he got in trouble for being high at one of those family photos they do with allied political leaders. his apology was basically: ‘i work hard, i play hard. photoshoots do nothing, theyre useless. sorry not sorry i only care about real work and if its not real work i’ll do what i want’

- francis. matthew gets it from somewhere. he prefers drinking (wine) but he will also smoke weed on occasion. he’s also not the world’s best dad, so he has smoked with matthew before. ‘what?’ he said to a shocked, pearl-clutching arthur. ‘matthew’s a good boy, he can handle his weed.’

- tolys. please, let him smoke some medicinal marijuana. he is so, so stressed. he needs to chill.

- antonio. he’s one-sided besties with ned, and they will eat edibles together (with romano and bel there occasionally). when he’s high he just acts like a doofus and laughs at everything

- feliks. we all know he’s a gamer, he’ll show up online high as balls acting even more like an idiot than normal

- basch. he’s a chill dude, he likes sitting just outside his cabin in the alps, smoking a blunt and watching the mountains in the distance (he only does this when liech is back in her own country, he would never corrupt his beloved baby sister’s mind with the stuff)

[aprillikesthings]

A few links I've dug up while looking for things for my fic

(do I need to read these things for my story? .....not really. am I enjoying finding all this shit that I would've killed to read in 1997? uh yeah lolol)

a bunch of LENGTHY interviews etc with people involved with the Diggers

A short-ish article about businesses on the Haight during the Summer of Love anyway this one gets points for mentioning gay people in the Haight scene, and specifically a young lesbian who owned a clothing store.

I'm continuously surprised/amused by how much of this shit I know just from reading The Summer of Love (as in the Lisa Mason novel). I knew the Diggers and the HIP (Haight Independent Proprietors) did NOT get along, but I knew less about WHY. The Diggers were horrified by all the marketing of the Summer of Love, for good reason--it ruined the neighborhood and brought in all those runaways with no resources. All those kids needed food and shelter and medical care.

Anyway. It's also just nice to find articles online that aren't the same list of surface information: The Human Be-In and then Monterey Pop and then tens of thousands of people showed up along with just as many gawkers and by the end of the summer all the people that had made Haight-Ashbury so interesting had gotten the fuck out and the drug scene had gone from LSD and marijuana to speed and heroin, The End.

But also where the fuck did I put that book by Emmet Grogan because I still want to find out if Ruby Maverick was based on a real person, considering I'm basing my au's Aunt Casta on her. At this point I'd settle for a LIST of HIP members considering Ruby was a member in the novel, but I can't find one!

Anyway. There were also Diggers in LA, and here's a thing they handed out to kids who showed up in LA, taken from an article contrasting the LA Diggers to the SF Diggers:

Oh, and here's someone's thesis from 2012 about the Communications Company, which was run partially by Diggers/people associated with the Diggers; and put out leaflets/flyers/broadsides basically DAILY, some of which were just "here's where we're giving away food," some of which were poetry, some of which were journalism or protest; there's a ton of old-school scans of them here

like this one

(yes it is unfortunately hard to read, try opening in a new tab; they were all mimeographed)

ANYWAY one of the things I keep noting when I read people's stories is just how CHEAP everyone was able to live.

People could just....do shit. Rent in San Francisco was just so, so cheap. Christ.

Anyway true story, for a few months in 1967 the neighborhood of Haight-Ashbury had a higher population density than Manhattan. And remember, we're talking streets of like, three-story townhouses.

(I've poked around on zillow. A lot of them have been split up into astronomically expensive condos. I can't help wondering how many people living there wonder if their place used to have a dozen hippies crashing on the floor. I know all the houses now-famous bands/musicians lived in are listed various places.)

[mariacallous]

Nearly ten years ago, the sprawling dark-web drug market known as the Silk Road was torn offline in a law enforcement operation coordinated by the FBI, whose agents arrested the black market's boss, Ross Ulbricht, in a San Francisco library. It would take two years for Ulbricht's second-in-command—an elusive figure known as Variety Jones—to be tracked down and arrested in Thailand. Today, a decade after the Silk Road's demise, Clark has been sentenced to join his former boss in federal prison.

 In a Manhattan courtroom on Monday, Roger Thomas Clark—also known by his online handles including Variety Jones, Cimon, and Plural of Mongoose—was sentenced to 20 years behind bars for his role in building and running Silk Road. Clark, a 62-year-old Canadian national, will now likely spend much of the rest of his life incarcerated for helping to pioneer the anonymous, cryptocurrency-based model for online illegal sales of drugs and other contraband that still persists on the dark web today. The sentence is the maximum Clark faced in accordance with the plea agreement he made with prosecutors.

Clark “misguidedly turned his belief that drugs should be legal into material assistance for a criminal enterprise,” Judge Sidney Stein said in his sentencing statement. “These beliefs crossed over into patently illegal behavior.”

Stein added that Clark was “clear-eyed and intentional” in his work as Ulbricht's “right-hand man” in the Silk Road's operations. “The sentence must reflect the vast criminal enterprise of which he was a leader,” Stein said.

In his own statement, Clark said that his work on the Silk Road had always been motivated by his political belief that drugs should be legalized, and the hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of dark-web drug sales he helped to facilitate were safer than drug deals that took place in the physical world. He argued in his sentencing statement that the site helped reduce violence in the drug trade, and that the Silk Road's ratings and reviews prevented the sale of adulterated drugs that would have caused greater harm.

“I just kept preaching to myself ‘harm reduction.’ That's how I got to sleep at night,” Clark told the judge, standing before a sparse audience in the courtoom looking thin and gaunt in baggy khaki clothes. “I'm proud and ashamed at the same time.”

Clark was, as prosecutors noted in their memo arguing for the two-decade sentence, more than a lieutenant on the Silk Road. He served as the site's security consultant, PR adviser, and even a kind of executive coach and friend to the site's boss, Ulbricht. Clark, who Ulbricht initially encountered as a marijuana seeds dealer on the market, was “the biggest and strongest-willed character I had met through the site thus far,” Ulbricht wrote in his journal. 

“He has advised me on many technical aspect of what we are doing, helped me speed up the site and squeeze more out of my current servers," Ulbricht wrote. “He also has helped me better interact with the community around Silk Road, delivering proclamations, handling troublesome characters, running a sale, changing my name, devising rules, and on and on. He also helped me get my head straight regarding legal protection, cover stories, devising a will, finding a successor, and so on. He’s been a real mentor.”

Clark was pivotal in key moments of the Silk Road’s history—including a particularly dark incident when he and Ulbricht resorted to violence, which loomed large in Clark’s sentencing. Clark played a crucial role in convincing Ulbricht that it was necessary to commission the murder of one of his employees who he believed had betrayed him and stolen bitcoins from the market. “At what point in time do we decide we’ve had enough of someones shit and terminate them?” Clark wrote to Ulbricht at one point following the discovery of the theft, as recorded in chat logs that were recovered from Ulbricht's computer after his arrest. “We’re playing with big money with serious people, and that’s the world they live in.”

After Ulbricht agreed to have the staffer killed—in a bizarre turn, his death was instead faked by US federal agents investigating the Silk Road—Clark told Ulbricht that he had made the right move. "If you had balked, I would have seriously re-considered our relationship," he wrote. “We’re playing for keeps, this just drives it home. I’m perfectly comfortable with the decision, and I’ll sleep like a lamb tonight, and every night hereafter.”

Countering Clark's claims of interest in “harm reduction,” assistant US attorney Michael Neff pointed to those comments as evidence of Clark's “complete disregard for human life,” as he put it in Tuesday's sentencing hearing. For Clark, “the question of whether to end another man's life was simple and stress-free,” Neff told the judge in the prosecution's sentencing statement.

In his own remarks, Clark didn't comment on that murder-for-hire conversation—which he at one point claimed had been fabricated by Ulbricht but later conceded was real. Instead, he focused on his benevolent intentions in running the Silk Road, which he argued had saved thousands of lives through its prevention of overdoses from adulterated drugs. At the same time, he acknowledged that at least six people named by prosecutors had in fact overdosed and died from Silk Road narcotics.

“If the Silk Road hadn't existed, would those people be alive today? Probably yes,” Clark said. “Did we save thousands of lives? Yes, but we took some too.”

He compared his actions to the so-called “trolley problem” thought experiment in ethical philosophy, in which someone must choose which track a train will take when people are tied to both tracks. “It's not Philosophy 101 for me,” he told the judge. “I pulled the switch.”

Clark and his defense attorney also spent much of their sentencing statements describing the abysmal conditions of his detention over the past several years in Thailand and then a New York jail. His attorney told the court he was traumatized by witnessing torture and sexual assault in a Thai jail, was denied basic health care, and arrived in the US weighing just 93 pounds. At the Metropolitan Detention Center in Brooklyn, Clark described corruption and neglect, which led to his falling from his bunk while experiencing vertigo in 2021, breaking his pelvis, and being left to suffer overnight despite his pleas for help.

Judge Stein acknowledged those years of suffering and mistreatment but concluded that he was “not persuaded they afford a substantial reduction” in Clark's sentence.

Separately, Clark made strange new claims in his statement—without evidence—that he had spent $800,000 of Silk Road’s revenue to buy hacking tools that could be used to de-anonymize users of the dark web engaged in child sexual exploitation and had then provided those tools to the UK and US governments. One Bangkok-based hacker who Clark says sold him a hacking tool, who goes by the handle the Grugq, denied any such sale to WIRED. “I never sold such an exploit and certainly wouldn’t have sold it to him,” the Grugq writes. The judge didn’t appear to factor these unsubstantiated claims into Clark’s sentence, but suggested that he should provide his computer skills to the US government.

Clark's strange story of hacking pedophiles should perhaps be taken with a grain of salt given his long history of apparent misdirection. Prior to his extradition from Thailand, he made claims of a corrupt FBI agent hunting him and secret information he could provide to the Thai government, ostensibly in exchange for his release—claims which were never borne out or mentioned by his defense prior to sentencing.

In his chats with Ulbricht prior to the Silk Road takedown, too, Clark had a tendency to grandiose ideas. At one point he suggested ways that he might rescue Ulbricht from prison should he ever be identified and arrested. “One of the things i’d like us to look at investing in is a helicopter tour company … seriously, with the amount of $ we’re generating, I could hire a small country to come get you.” he wrote. “And remember that one day when your in the exercise yard, I’ll be the dude in the helicopter coming in low and fast, I promise.”

No such rescue operation ever appeared for Ulbricht. And no such salvation appears to be coming for Clark either.

“Everybody take a good look,” Clark said at one point during his sentencing statement, dramatically turning to the courtroom’s small audience. “This is probably the last time you see me before I get killed.”

[dipstick-university]

This morning I saw Neil Gaiman's post on the passing of folk revivalist Melanie (may she RIP), and in listening to her music, I was pulled into re-reading the Woodstock wiki page, where she was one of only three solo acts by a woman. As an aging anarchist, I find everything about the hippie movement devastating and beautiful and sad. So much of my own activism is built on the knowledge that came out of their leftist struggles and failures. These are not the hippies of 1990's TV, with their neutered anti-nukes peace sign and stoner tropes, but the brilliant movement that brought us seismic cultural shifts, media like Harold and Maude and Sesame Street, and the modern music festival.

Woodstock was kind of silly--it only happened as it did because the organizers had to choose between building a stage or having fences, and they decided on the former. But when you subtract all the people that were there just to get laid or for a good time, you still have tens of thousands of political idealists. It was four days of logistical chaos for 450,000 people, but little mention has come out of it of fighting or sexual assault. I'm not trying to goldwash it--those things happened. Melanie was one of only three women allowed on that stage by themselves. But Woodstock still existed with a clear sense of meaning and hope, and the individuals there seemed to carry that with them.

In 2010, I spent three days at an Earthdance festival and was horrified at how misogynist it felt. The man who paid for my ticket cried because I wouldn't sleep with him. Someone told yelled 'cute girl you got there' at him as I tried to practice my guitar. In the final act of the festival, India Arie threw off her wig as she declared 'I am Not My Hair,' affirming her right to exist in the moment, however she saw fit. I wished for her sense of confidence, to be me and be there, but it didn't matter. I still wanted to be anywhere else.

I have to remind myself that things like this happened at Woodstock. But at Earthdance, I was 22, a feminist armed with the words to describe my poor treatment and, most importantly, jaded. Earthdance seemed to have no real agenda outside of getting high and listening to music. This is fine to do, but that it was cloaked in some antiquated idea of 'peace' infuriated me. Peace meant a lot of things, but it wasn't this limpid "pacifism" of filling the air with the wet hay smell of marijuana smoke and calling it good. Around that same time, I read how Millenials were 'optimistic' as a generation. It sounded similar to how those starry-eyed hippies felt in the summer of 1969. I wanted that for myself, to look to the future and feel hope. Fifteen years after reading about optimistic Millenials, I can't remember any of that optimism, only the slog of watching nuanced political concepts turn into undefined sludge online before a full appropriation by ad-makers. Pair that with the inane, incessant leftist internet infighting, and its almost enough to call it a day. How much more political dissatisfaction would have happened if the hippies had internet in 1970? I don't have a good wrap-up for this. (I'm writing this instead of journaling this morning, and my journal entries usually also have no good conclusion.) Maybe it's that I have to pull from the joy people still feel towards the hippy movement. That I want to make activism and art in my life that reflects those levels of joy, of longevity, of a desire for a better world, and to remember this era as fondly as I can. As one youtube commenter said: "The hippy in me will never die. What a great time to be alive."

[boricuacherry-blog]

It's kind of selfish too. I just like it. I'm always looking for the new new shit."

Erykah has also collaborated with Italian fashion house Marni on a capsule collection which was sold in select Marni boutiques.

"Everything is vibration and sound, from the sound of the birds that I've heard since I was a child...(to) the clothes I wear - the clothes in my Marni line all have bells on them," the Dallas native said. "So, if I associate everything with music, it's very easy for me to create...there's a variety of things I listen to throughout the day, from wind chimes in the morning to Brent Faiyaz in the afternoon to Bach - I mean, there's just so many different things. I just love music and frequency. It is my therapy."

Badu describes the Marni collection as something of an audiovisual experience, what she calls "mystical instrumental wear."

A champion for Black women and free thought, she's not only in an era of reinvention, but expansion. She's entered the cannabis industry partnering with Cookies, arguably the world's most recognizable legal marijuana brand. She's worked with Cookies co-founder Berner to create a weed strain called That Badu, also working on a mushroom tea line.

Although it's been years since Badu put out an album, she has recently gone on tour, called The Unfollow Me tour. In an interview with Vibe, she revealed the inspiration for the name of the tour - cancel culture. "Whenever someone says something in the comments, they don't agree, I don't care, unfollow me, doesn't matter," she told the magazine.

"One thing I brag about all the time is that my sister is probably the only artist I know who easily sells out arenas despite not having put out an album in almost a decade," says sibling Koryan, or Koko for short. Koko once sang backup for Badu's band, but these days acts as her sister's right hand. With a trucker hat pulled over striking waist-length platinum blonde braids, Koko carries herself like a woman who means business. Badu's turning point, she explains, came when the pandemic brought touring to a halt.

The pivot was swift and effective: the launch of Badubotron, a streaming platform hosting concerts from Badu's home that could be viewed for the nominal fee of $1. These attracted more than a hundred thousand fans enamored of Badu's elaborate costumes, wild performances, and otherworldly DIY sets. In one of her shows, Badu and her band appeared to perform inside huge inflatable bubbles. The singer's popular online merch store, Badu World Market, also went live. "We just kind of came together as a family and it was like, Oh, we actually have a company right here," says Koko, whose son, Malcolm, and daughter, Diamond, also work for brand Badu. "Everyone stepped up."

The latest family member to join the team is Badu's daughter Puma. Listening to her cover her mother's songs on TikTok, you can barely tell their voices apart. She and boyfriend Sean have been serving as Badu's personal assistants for a little over a year, which means, among other things, ensuring Badu has the 15 to 20 trunks of clothing and accessories she needs on tour. "I don't know how other family workplace dynamics go," Puma says, "but it's like a real job, and I have to buckle down and do what I need to do or else word is going to get to the CEO and I'm not going to get paid. You know what I mean?"

Inside Badu's home, it's a veritable Aladdin's cave of tchotchkes and objets d'art, with Buddha statues lining the staircase, African masks hanging on the walls, and Indian marigold garlands strung in the windows. Badu, in a silk Libertine caftan printed with pictures of monkeys in space suits, leads her guests past her recording studio to the living area, where two larger-than-life Malian brass busts have glowing sticks of incense sprouting from their heads. The fireplaces casts shadows on vintage furniture, including a throne-like peacock love seat and a retro-futurist egg pod chair. In the corner, an upright piano is buttressed by a stack of vintage Louis Vuitton trunks.

[clanoffelidae]

SPEAKING OF FURSONAS-

Hey Lorwolf players! Are you in Goldsea? Do you like riddles? If yes, come check out Riddle Me This!; an in-pack event I’ve been working on for about a month or so for the members of Goldsea! The first season is up and running now and currently we’re on Round 2! This one seems to be a bit harder than I intended it to be, ha, but take that as an opportunity to test your Lorwolf knowledge and see if you can figure it out! Header artwork provided by the incredible HaloCat on-site. :)

(Fursona rambling under cut lol)

I haven’t had a proper sona-sona in years, I just use pictures of lynxes (especially eurasian lynxes) because I love them, so I’d still call that my sona just not quite in the same way as most people it seems. But thankfully most people are pretty willing to work with that! I literally just hand them pictures of lynxes and say ‘like this’ lol, there’s no set design. Mentioning fursonas made me think of this and reminded me I needed to advertise the event on Tumblr because I went ‘hey, I have gotten some art of me done recently!’

I guess another difference between me and most sonas is that like, it’s not a character? It’s not ‘oh there’s me the person and then my sona is a re-imagining of me with a different backstory’, it’s just. Me. We might make jokes that ‘oh I’m actually an ancient eldritch entity’ but it’s not like, a separate character? It’s just, me. I work in a veterinary diagnostic lab. I would like to get art of a lynx in a lab coat and gloves at some point and maybe the safety glasses I never wear that live in my chest pocket asdfghjkl because hey! That’s me! There is no ‘Lynx’ as a sona that’s just. My username. That’s me, the person. That’s just what I go by. There’s no character here it’s just me.

Idk, I feel like I always have a bit of trouble explaining that lol. Like any artwork of me with friends isn’t ‘my sona with the friends in her backstory’ it’s just, me with my friends avatars. The ‘characters’ in there aren’t character-characters they’re just. Real people. Like that header art isn’t ‘Lynx and a vespen’ it’s me and one of my many vespens, idk idk lol

For the curious the other pieces of art I have are my avatar lol (for the record I don’t smoke, I’ve never even touched alcohol and am only considering possibly seeking a form medical marijuana as an oil for pain purposes some day, or seeing if I can get my paws on some non-medical oil/edibles from somewhere for my mom who has fibro; I’m actually quite against smoking bc you’re also potentially harming people around you, but if you do it somewhere as private as possible or if everyone’s already involved I’ll frown at you disapprovingly for fucking up your lungs but leave you to it lol. I just don’t like mind-altering substances idk like my own brain messes with me too much sometimes I don’t want to add something else to that man), and then this a friend drew 😭 we were messing around with a little music generator and I said mine sounded like a shop theme so one of my friends drew me this

It made me so stupidly happy you have no idea 😭

I was putting my different screen names from different discord servers into it and this one gave me a straight up shop theme asdfghjkl (this isn’t the music generator this is my music app lol)

[the-creative-self-journal]

The Brilliance of McJuggerNuggets My Virtual Escape. WEBLOG 5

I've been a fan of deep storytelling for a very long time. At the end of last year, I watched a youtube web series by a YouTuber called McJuggerNuggets (A.K.A Jesse Ridgeway) . This series is called "My Virtual Escape". The series tells the tale of a young adult named Isaac who is suffering from depression and has a poor relationship with his father and stepmother. He is also shown to consume a lot of marijuana. The main plot of the show is Isaac ends up getting his hands on a virtual reality headset that when put on takes him into an online game that is pretty much a simulation of the real world. The goal of the game is to be the last one standing and reach a place called "Haven" where they can get a wish of their choice granted. However, the twist is that if you die in the game when playing on the game's ranked mode (A.K.A the mode that allows you to kill other players) You end up dying in real life. Throughout the story, Isaac meets several people in the game and outside the game. Mainly Arachnid. A feared player of the game who is very hostile but ends up allying with Isaac to get to the end of the game. There is a lot of creativity with the idea and we see a lot of great and creative things put into this story. However, i feel the thing that resonates with me the most about this series is how real it feels. Isaac isn't an action here or the savior of humanity, He is just a boy suffering from the tragic death of somebody close in his life and that is what makes him so relatable. He is somebody who feels stuck, he puts on a facade with his attitude but deep down he is just a boy who is suffering inside. The VR game is a metaphor for Escapism as it is a lot like the real world but gives the player a certain amount of freedom and allows them to be the person they want to be. The story has a heavy theme of Escapism but also has the message to be grateful for what you have. My Virtual Escape is a brilliant story and really makes you feel the emotional events that take place. Isaac is such a layered character that almost anyone can relate to him in some way and because of that he is one of my favorite characters I have seen in any kind of work of fiction.

[newlyy]

chantal/foodie beauty

is a canadian youtuber in her late 30s whose channel has existed for, id say, more than five, less than ten years. she’s morbidly obese and, like amberlynn reid, a part of “gorl world,” in that she’s a favorite of reaction channels (generally, if someone reacts to ALR, they also react to chantal). her channel has gone through multiple identities, from being a weight loss channel, to being a mukbang channel, to being a neither and both channel, and she, like ALR, consistently begins and falls off of diets and eating trends (keto, juice cleanses, vegetarianism, veganism, etc). She’s incredibly impulsive, incredibly nasty when she’s pissed off (which she frequently is, at reaction channels and others), and is known for her lewd, TMI storytimes.

A bit over a year ago, she started a relationship with a man called Nader that was deeply unhealthy. She alleged abuse and SA at his hands and filed some charges (which, iirc, she later dropped, as well as, I believe, violating a court order to stay away from him). Nader, while dating chantal, was also in a relationship with a woman called Dee Dee, who was a subscriber of chantal’s channel and met Nader through that. Nader has his own youtube channel where he ostensibly makes cooking videos, but far more frequently now just gets on lives with dee dee and talks shit about chantal for views and money (nader’s well-known as a grifter and was living off of chantal before he began living off of dee dee). chantal hates both nader and dee dee; she refers to nader as “trash bag” and dee dee as “doo doo,” which is typical of her maturity level. There are more standout moments in all the nader saga, including chantal shaving her head in a live stream and allegedly developing a short cocaine addiction, but that’s the gist. 

This bring us forward to the Kuwait arc. in the last months of 2022, Chantal met a man in Kuwait online--I don’t know how to spell his name, but it’s pronounced Salah, so that’s what im going with. By December of 2022, she claimed to be in love with him, flew to kuwait, and allegedly married him, though a lot of people doubt whether the marriage is real. around this time, chantal also began wearing hijab and claiming to be muslim (which is insane, but on par with chantal’s pattern of very quickly and impulsively picking things up, then later abandoning them). since being in kuwait, chantal as made vlogs with salah (mostly food videos, but also visiting places and showing prayer in a mosque) and they’ve started their own couples vlogging channel. reaction channels question salah’s motives in dating/marrying chantal, wondering if he’s aiming to obtain Canadian citizenship through marriage (salah is stereotypically handsome and younger than chantal and again, they knew each other online for only a few months before deciding to marry). salah and chantal both maintain that they are in love and for chantal’s part i believe her (i don't think she knows what it is to actually be in love, but i think she’s genuinely convinced herself she is), for salah’s part.....i doubt it. the PDA they show in their videos is forced and awkward. 

Since being in kuwait, chantal has adopted a new persona of a pious, soft-spoken muslim woman, who is no longer feeding into internet drama and is above her somewhat seedy past of half-clothed mukbangs high on marijuana, telling stories about her sexual escapades. However, nader and dee dee continue making lives where they discuss chantal, because again, thats‘s how they make money, and, because chantal has no self control, she herself will go live in kuwait to respond to what they say, wearing the hijab, falling back into her loud, brash, nasty persona. 

Recently, a former friend of salah’s in kuwait, who met chantal during a camping outing they had with other couples (I think), made a YT channel and stated he was going to “spill the tea” on chantal and salah, i.e. what chantal is really like, whether they’re actually married, etc. (I don’t know if I believe what he says--he may be telling the truth but hes also definitely motivated by youtube money and followers; he refused to speak on chantal and salah until he reached a certain number of subscribers). Chantal obviously had a big reaction to this, went live, and tore apart with man and his wife in her particularly nasty way (also made a weird reference to him and his wife housing four “black men” in their home, and implying that the husband was a cuck. people questioned why the race of the men was relevant). 

the current drama is, in response i guess to another live from nader, salah came on camera a few days ago and called nader, in arabic, (which nader speaks) a f*g and trnny. chantal excused it as just the male culture in kuwait, but is receiving backlash, even from her loyal followers, for homophobia and transphobia.

Also, side note, chantal has a long time roommate/former lover named Peetz whom she lived with in Canada (he still lives in the apartment that chantal is presumably paying for while in kuwait. Peetz has a small youtube channel, but doesn’t have a job). He’s depressed, a brony, comes off as slightly autistic, and is dabbling in a trans woman identity lately. 

:)

pictured: salah and chantal on one of their many lives

[adultswim2021]

MAIL BAG

Shamefully I forgot about me mail bag, so it’s been piling up. So this post will be a big mail bag one. How about that?

Also, I have a LID BLOWER at the end! Maybe? I don’t know. I have succumbed to covid-19 and also my marijuana addiction, so this post might be incomprehensible. I’m sorry:

shitsucker69 writes:

Milpool

Nah this was anonymous but I figure some dipshit who would write that would probably have some fucked up name like shitsucker69. This guy is twisted. Anyway, fuck off wanker

speaking of bozo, if you played bozo buckets how far do you think you would get (i believe there are 6 buckets in total)

Bozo Buckets? What on earth... ???

if this hiatus takes long enough can you review the Tiny Toons episode One Beer? I know it was never on Adult Swim but it is a cartoon :)

I will have to start a new blog that is called something like “Shows that weren’t the Simpsons or aired on Adult Swim”. Wouldn’t you just love it? Me talking about Duckman and such? Gettin’ wild talkin’ Family Dog and all that?

you have a cat? tell us more about them!

Her name is Lucy and she we were forced to take care of her by a guy who moved to Africa and I guess cats were illegal there. She is elderly and last time I took her to the vet it cost $700. She spins around in small circles on the way to her food dish which might be cuz of an ear infection but I don’t know because I accidentally ruined her medicine for it and had to wait for another pay day before I could get some more. That day has come but now I have Covid and am much more concerned with my own ailing health.

Bernie Sanders passed away because he was too gay

Uhm, probably because he was homophobic/racist too...

You got more food reviews? I would watch another and others

I am planning to become famous and wealthy from doing food reviews on YouTube.com

you remind me of Philip in the Alex Ross Perry movie Listen Up Philip. Make it your mission to watch it ASAP

(snottily/sarcastically saluting) sir yes sir

The Heaven's Gate stuff is such a trip because remember how stupid looking the old man leader looked. It's like falling under spell of James Quall.

Laughing. My. Fucking. A-S-S. OFF! That guy was a turkey, and I could gobble him up

I heard it's your birthday and I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. What is your number one adult swim birthday wish. You can tell us. It won't come true otherwise.

My number one Adult Swim birthday wish. Uh, I guess it would be to have sex with any woman who has been on Adult Swim. I don’t care who. It could be a normal one even. Like a not-that-hot one. I’m not going to name any names because that would be sexist and I’m not sexist

Seinfeld sucks, jerry is a bitchass hoe

true dat! Actually... nah, I like Seinfeld and Jerry is cute

the real folk blues? more like BABY blues

You ain’t kiddin (also I am reading and reviewing every Baby Blues coming up next)

Okay here is the NEWS, thank you for reading me be nasty online

I have begun a NEW BLOG to cover non-original Adult Swim Content. It’s called ADULT SWIM 2022! What do you think of that? It will take a backseat to Adult Swim 2021 always, but It’ll be a fun side project to tinker on, and you know I love to tinker. It is one of my noted traits! You gotta respect that. There is more information up on the WELCOME POST, but there you have it. A SECOND ADULT SWIM BLOG.

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[jaythelay]

Ay are there any psychiatrists or whatever doctors that know the right words to say to get a doctor to do their job?

For example if you're a woman, I've heard most times they're callously ignored unless they claim they're trying to concieve a child, then they get help.

Or if you say you had sudden weight loss they'll take it extra seriously because it's a sign of cancer.

What magic words get a doctor to not abandon me after the first 2 weeks, or overprescribe me 9 (golly all sorts of mental health based pills that worked as well as sugar pills) meds at the same time?

I got this abcess on my cheek since 2019 I've had multiple surgeries for, including taking out an entire saliva gland. All doctors in my area basically are gone or don't take my insurance so everywhere I've had to go is actual hours away. I can't force myself to keep trying on a complete failure of a system when I'm this bogged down mentally after so many failures by doctors for me.

I just need medicine for my ADHD and whatever broke my brain in 8 years ago with shrooms, either DP/DR or serotonin burnout. I've been genuinely trying for years ya'll I've never been more existential, straight up, a less strong willed person would've offed themself the first year in and no that does not make me feel powerful it terrifies me existentially.

I tried saying I wanted real meds to help because I went through, quite literally, all the meds they'd give a depressed teenager and not someone completely brain broken. They were scared I wanted drugs. Thanks doc. I tried saying I was scared of the big meds but I'd like to work towards them this time, they abandoned me after the second week, leaving me in an online call for 2 hours with 0 response nor callbacks of any sort. I tried telling them I think it's a tooth causing the abcess, they didn't listen because they were confident it was a saliva gland. It wasn't. I tried being nothing but honest, breaking down in tears just saying I want to live, they prescribed me hydroxozin or whatever. Something I'd been taking since 2018. I was speechless.

I get they can't immedietely prescribe actual medicine to me until they know me enough and have established a connection, but then they just...leave the state without warning? What am I supposed to do...Seriously.

My roommate has been quite literally The Support I've been needing to get progress on this, I don't drive and barely understand insurance or most stuff told to me really in that world, nor can I with my brain broken from shrooms. He's been a rock, but he's also been the Only Help. I can't keep relying on them as they got their own problems.

Doctors around my area genuinely Do Not Give A Shit. I need these magic words, being honest and patient gets me taken advantage of Incedibly Dangerously. Stretching the truth got me no where. Being myself got me nowhere. I'm tired ya'll. I want to feel Okay. Just Okay. How is that so fucking hard for the medical system when I put Every Possible Ounce Of Effort One Could Manage.

Like, They Took My Saliva Gland Ya'll. They put me on 9+ meds at the same time. It did Nothing. Not One Thing. But make me worse off and more poor. I can't afford to drive 2 hours to a psychiatrist who wants to question my TBI marijuana card and act like the One Helpful Medicine Any State Has Ever Given Me, is actually the problem. That I'm the problem, and we're gonna need blood tests we'll NEVER follow up on despite assuring me it would end up being useful. Where's my blood you piece of shit? What'd you do with it???

Like my god ya'll. My god. Help. Just help. Don't scrutinize I can't handle some dumb motherfucker larping my life as some asshole when I've been more patient than any doctor or psychiatrist I've met. There is no pedastal, I'm on my hands and knees in tears.

Like this one psychiatrist started crying in the middle of me explaining the one happy moment I had with my dog in that recent time, because theirs died- AND TO BE CLEAR, NO JUDGEMENT, TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE, but why the FUCK ARE YOU HERE THE DAY AFTER!?!?!?!? I had to shut the fuck up because WHAT the fuck do you continue that conversation with? Set me back so fucking hard man, I just wanted to share a good moment, a rarity at the time, and it went to shit.

Like I consoled her and all that, It's a legitimate reason to breakdown at any job, just...why the fuck the day after when you're a psychiatrist!?!? What the fuck man.

HELP. ME. I'm surrounded by fucking incompetancy. America or whatever, blue state, I don't care. Whatever gets a doc to do their fucking job without threatening to take the only prescribed medicine that helps, away from me.

Please. Fucking Please. I'm tired. I'm not well. And I don't have the energy to try again and again experimenting until I find those magic words. Or maybe I said something? I dunno! I'm desperate to feel any other fucking way than absolutely hopeless.