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The Honorable Choice - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC 

Summary: June 1872. Captain Dean Winchester of the U.S. Cavalry is tasked with one job: break a wild mustang. He just didn’t expect the woman who infiltrates his camp, intent on freeing her tribe’s horse.

AN: I got inspired after a recent rewatch of Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron (literally a perfect movie), as well as having Yellowstone in the back of my brain. I thought this idea might be a good fit for this @jacklesversebingo prompt.

Disclaimer: I’ve done extensive research for this one, both on the American Indian Lakota tribe, and on American history during this time in the late 1800s (AKA: the Old West, during the American Indian Wars and the Sioux Wars). Of course, one of my main goals is to avoid inaccuracies, both historical and cultural.

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Western AU

Song Inspo: The Spirit Soundtrack

Word Count: 4.6K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only to be safe. Racism/racial slurs, attempted sexual assault (not successful), protective Dean, angst, some violence and some action.

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Part 1: Pride & Prejudice

June 1872

Dean hears some of his men shouting, along with the telltale cracking of bone that would make a less seasoned soldier wince. He spares a look to Benny, his Lieutenant, and sets down his glass of whiskey.

Dean’s path takes him brusquely out of his office and toward the stables. He grabs his gun and his hat on the way there, setting the latter on his head.

Is it too much to ask for one night where he can drink in peace?

Dean comes to find a young woman being detained by two of his men, Kline and Novak. Roman sports a bloody nose and his eye is already beginning to swell. The woman fights against their hold.

Even under the pale moonlight, Dean notes the way she’s dressed: a deer skin dress cinched at the waist, over thin pants and shoes. He surveys her tan skin, her black hair that blends into the night, twisted into a long braid, and the anger in her dark eyes.

“What have we got here?” Dean says. He stows his gun in its holster as he approaches her, resting his hands at his belt.

“I caught her breaking into the stables, Captain,” Roman says. He prods with a hiss at his busted nose while trying to stem the bleeding. That’s going to be a bad break.

She remains tight lipped, stubborn. 

“Probably doesn’t even understand English. Savage bitch,” he says. Dean shoots him an impassive look to cover up his annoyance.

“Put a cork in it, Roman,” he orders. Then, he focuses back on her. “You’re a Lakota, aren’t you?”

Aside from their main mission here in the Dakota Territory, the Colonel has been fixed on fighting back against the Lakota Indians, especially after they sabotaged the supply line last month.

The proud tilt of the woman’s chin is her only answer to Dean’s question. Her gaze drags down his form with disdain, like he’s the savage. His mouth twitches mirthlessly. 

“The Lakota rear up their own horses pretty damn well. Why would you want to steal one of ours?” he asks.

She glances away from him, first at her feet, then over at the camp’s latest “guest.” Dean, Benny, and a few of his men wrangled up a horse a few days ago. He’s a beautiful Kiger mustang with a nasty mean streak. He barely got through a trim this afternoon, and almost took a chunk out of Rufus when he tried to brand the horse.

The Colonel ordered them to tie the horse up to a post just outside the corral—no food or water for three days. He’d turned to Dean with a firm set to his face and issued a single order.

“Break him.”

Now, Dean catches the furtive look the Lakota woman gives the horse, who flicks his tail. The animal stares right at her, as if into her eyes.

“Oh, don’t tell me you here for him,” Dean says with a chuckle. “That thing’s a little too much for you, sweetheart.”

That earns her attention, steely and unimpressed.

“He is too much for you,” she says. Her voice is smooth, and would even be pleasant, if not for the circumstances. “He is one of ours. You will never break him.”

Dean's eyes widen a fraction. He glances back at the mustang.

So that's why she's here, he thinks. She's trying to mount a rescue. Dean feels a twinge deep inside, but he can't allow himself to care about that. They've collected a strong horse that will be a good support for their objectives here, once he's broken.

“Ah, well see,” Dean says, tipping his Stetson up to meet her gaze. “That’s kind of our specialty.”

“Sir, should we take her to the stockade?” Novak asks. He seems reluctant to do so to a woman, even an Indian, but he’s always been good at following orders.

Dean opens his mouth to reply, but another voice cuts him off. Colonel Asmodeus Sanderson steps out and takes a look at their captive.

“Not the stockade,” he says, with that Southern drawl that betrays his Kentucky roots. “Not yet.”

He approaches her with a slow, calculated gait. His hands gather behind his back. Dean gives her credit for looking Sanderson in the eye. She seems rightly wary, but not afraid.

“We won’t hurt you. I give you my word,” the Colonel says, “if you’ll lead us to your people’s camp.”

He takes a hold of her chin, turning her face this way and that, like he’s examining a dirty animal, and all that he’ll have to do to make it clean. She spits in his face.

Dean bites the inside of his lip against a smile. She’s got as much fight in her as the mustang. However, he has to school his face back into stoicism when Sanderson rears back in anger.

The harsh smack rings out in the clearing, along with the woman’s cry. Dean doesn’t allow himself to outwardly react, but inside, his spine tightens as he fights his instincts.

Only Kline and Novak’s hold on her arms keeps her upright. She pants for breath, but again, she meets the Colonel with a face that doesn’t give away anything, despite the reddening mark on her cheek.

“The post,” he barks. “Three days. No food or water.”

Dean is kept busy by his duties. He makes sure the camp is running in order, accepting shipments of supplies and ammunition, among other things. Cas Novak is in charge of the stables, caring for the horses and putting them through their training. Jack Kline is young and strong and a good assistant, along with others in his unit.

Right now, Dean and Benny are going over the plans with Colonel Sanderson for continuing construction on the railroad, from here to the Black Hills. It’s a path that cuts straight through Sioux territory—the bands of Dakota and Lakota Indians that occupy the land.

“The natives are fightin’ us tooth and nail,” Sanderson says. “But maybe our guest will be able to help us…negotiate.”

Dean remains quiet, ignoring yet another uneasy twinge in his gut. He didn’t join the army to fight the Indians. He doesn’t always understand their way of doing things, but he understands why they fight—to protect their land, and to protect their own. It’s the same reason Dean fights, when he has to.

He joined the army because…well, it felt like the right thing to do at the time. His father had been a Cavalry Major, and he’d died an honorable death, now about a decade past.

Has it really been ten years? Christ.

Dean wipes his brow. Even with the windows open, the office is humid and smells like ass. He glances outside, where both the mustang and the woman are tied to their posts under a sweltering sun at high noon.

Not for the first time, Dean wonders what his dad would think of him now. 

After the meeting, Dean and Benny fall into step together to inspect the camp. The summer sun shines hot on their blue uniforms, and occasionally they raise their hats to mop the sweat from their brows.

Things are running as usual, but many of the men’s eyes occasionally turn to the posts. Dean’s attention wanders there too without him realizing, catching on the woman’s dark hair. It shines even blacker in the sunlight, like a raven’s wing. He knows the shade because his dad used to have a feather kept in his journal, like a bookmark.

“You okay, brother?” Benny asks. Dean realizes what he’s doing, and his attention returns to the task at hand. Get it together.

Always forward, never backward.

“Just fine,” Dean replies. Benny gives him a knowing look.

“A bit unsavory, ain’t it?” he says. “Keeping her chained up without even a lick of water.”

“The Indians are getting smarter, bolder. They’re ambushing our men, going after our supply lines, and now, stealing our horses,” Dean says. “This is strategy.”

Benny shrugs slightly, making a sound of agreement. Dean hesitates, his gloved fingers flexing against his sides.

“If she was a man, you guys wouldn’t give a shit about putting a bullet through her head,” Dean says.

Benny’s gaze shifts downward. He doesn’t reply, but he concedes the point all the same.

They continue their route, and Dean keeps the rest of the conversation on the work at hand.

Mila has gone far longer without drink, but the sun is particularly unforgiving today. She’s prayed and prayed for even one cloud to glide overhead and shield her for a while. It’s not much better for her companion. He paces in place, occasionally tugging his head against the rope that binds him to his post.

She makes a clicking sound at the horse, getting his attention. She calls him by his name, and his ears flicker in her direction. He offers her a short whinny in response.

“I see you, Mato. I am with you,” she says in her native tongue. She hopes the sound of her voice will soothe him. He looks tired and hungry, but his eyes flick hard and untrusting on any man who comes near him. His spirit isn’t broken.

“Hey! Shut the hell up over there,” Roman shouts at her from where he and Cas are taking a short lunch break. Cas gives him a certain look, crossed mostly with annoyance.

Mila resists the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she closes them and tilts her face back to the sun. In a way, it feels cleansing. Maybe it can wash away the stench of the White Men’s hands on her body, manhandling her, checking her for weapons.

She spends the rest of the day watching the camp. One of their leaders, the Green Eyed One, called this a fort. It does look fortified, with tall walls made of thick wood constructed to form a cage—whether to keep others out, or to keep the men and horses in.

She identifies the Colonel as their chief, of a kind. Green Eyes is second in command, followed by the Bearded One with a strange voice. Even the scruffy Blue Eyed One has some authority, mostly over the Child Faced One. There are too many others to rank them all, but she knows the Loud Mouthed One is arrogant, even after she broke his nose. The way he carries himself, he clearly thinks he has more power than he actually has.

In her mind, Mila conjures up different plans of escape. All of them fall short in some way. The men didn’t find all of her weapons; a small knife is hidden deep in her boot. She could saw at her binds within an hour, but even with Mato to carry her out and away, the problem is escaping this camp without alerting the men. Without getting shot.

She has three days to think.

That night, the moon refuses to give her clarity. Her stomach is too empty, her throat too dry, her tongue thick in her mouth. Her attention shifts in and out of consciousness, until the sound of boots crunching in the dirt trills unease down her spine. More alert, she sits up straighter.

The Loud Mouthed One. The one they call Roman comes to taunt her, offering her water, then drinking for himself instead. He comes closer to examine her. He has a small bind over his broken nose.

“You know, you’re a pretty one,” he says, taking another cold sip as his gaze drags over her form. “For a wild thing.”

His face nears hers, clean shaven, though his thin smile reminds her of a rattlesnake. Dread and repulsion churn at odds in her stomach as she realizes what he's really here for. It doesn't matter if he truly wants her, or just wants to pay her back for his face. Either way, he means to take her here in the dirt.

She looks away, not wanting to let him see her fear, or the dread tightening her stomach, rising into her throat. He winds long fingers into her hair. At first the hold is gentle, deceptive. Then it's tight against her scalp. She hisses in pain when he tugs her head back and forces her to look at him. Her breathing quickens as she tries to pull away.

He draws in close to try and claim her in a kiss, but she head-butts him, hard.

He cries out and stumbles back, his flask falling to the ground.

He angrily grabs her and hauls her up to her feet. He pushes her hard against the post and unbuckles his belt, just to stuff it in her mouth. With his free hand, he begins to undo his pants.

She refuses to cry out, even though she spits out his belt and fights him, trying to kick out his knees.

Suddenly, the man’s body is ripped away from her. Mila loses her footing and falls to the dusty ground, sliding against the wooden beam she’s tied to. The wind is knocked out of her, but when she raises her head, she watches with wide eyes as the Green Eyed One beats the other man into the dirt. It doesn’t take much, just a few well-placed fists.

Roman lies there catching his breath, and he spits a wad of phlegm and blood. His left eye will match his nose, that’s for sure.

Green Eyes looks angry and disgusted. He huffs and puffs while staring down at his subordinate. He pushes back his short brown hair and points an ungloved hand at Roman.

“Get back to the goddamn barracks. You’re gonna be mucking out stalls until shit’s coming out of your ears,” he growls.

Roman doesn’t argue, though it’s obvious that he wants to. He just picks himself up, makes a show of straightening up his open uniform jacket while catching his breath. He walks past Green Eyes with a resentful, angry look. Green Eyes watches him until he disappears inside.

Then, he turns to her. His gaze softens somewhat, but it’s still unreadable. He crouches down in front of her, resting his arms on his thighs. Mila’s gaze briefly falls to his hands. They’re calloused, the hands of a laboring man. He carries himself like a warrior.

“Sorry about that,” he says.

It’s not what she expected. Mila eyes him warily when he moves closer. She presses her back against the post until it hurts her spine. He raises up his hands placatingly.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says.

“That is what your Colonel said,” she says. Her voice cracks with dryness. “I didn’t believe him either.”

His lips flicker at a rueful smile. It wrinkles crow’s feet around his eyes, breaking his stony face.

“Fair enough.”

He reaches for his belt and retrieves a flask, similar to the one his subordinate carried. He extends it out to her.

“It’s water, unless you prefer whiskey. I know I do,” he says.

She raises a brow at him, but hearing the sloshing inside the flask, her thirst takes over her wariness, and even her pride. She tentatively leans forward. He brings it closer so she can press her lips to the opening. Despite his Colonel’s orders, he lets her drink as much water as she’s able. When she’s done, he pockets the flask and sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

That, she will not give him. Names are sacred to her people, and this man, while seeming to have a shred of honor, isn’t worthy.

“Don’t wanna even tell me your name?” he says. He nods slightly. “Okay, well, I’m Dean. Captain Winchester, to this band of delinquents.”

He gestures around the camp with a dismissive hand. Mila only watches him. She’s never seen a White act like this, breaking his leader’s rules, being…kind.

What a strange man.

But if he had any real convictions, he would untie her and let her go, along with Mato. She won’t hold her breath.

Dean’s brows raise up toward his hairline, and his full lips form a pout. Realizing he’s not going to get anything more from her, he lets out a tired huff and straightens up.

“Well, goodnight,” he says.

He finally leaves her alone, but she can’t help but follow the swaggering path of his bowed legs and heavy boots. They carry him away and back indoors.  

A strange man.

By the morning of the third day, Dean is ready to do what he does best. Or at least, one thing he does best.

He’s no stranger to horses. He grew up on a farm in Lawrence, Kansas, where he and his brother would help take care of the animals. Dean was older, so he helped his father till the land and train the horses. Sometimes he and Sam would sneak off and race their favorite ones, until their mom called them back for dinner.

In fact, part of what earned Dean his rank in the U.S. Cavalry was how well he could command a horse. His own is resting in the stables.

Today, he’s getting in the ring with the mustang.

…Well, not right away. He lets a few of his guys go first to tire him out. Even after three days of no food or water, the horse is living up to his bad attitude. He bucks each of them off after just a few seconds in the corral. Dean can tell it’s becoming a kind of game for the horse. His dun-colored coat shines in the sun, his brown socked legs kicking up dust and manure as he brays angrily at whoever tries to mount him.

Dean notices the Lakota woman watching with an amused smile on her face while she sits with her hands tied to her post. She’s enjoying the show, like she knew this would happen. It seems to give her energy every time another man is thrown off the horse and limps out of the ring.

Dean shakes his head. Pitiful.

He puts two gloved fingers to his mouth and whistles the entire clearing to attention. He saves Kline the chance to bruise his spine and pats him on the shoulder. Dean steps into the corral and positions himself into the stirrups, wrapping the reins around his hand. The horse is breathing hard, but he’s not done. He’s still got fight in him. Dean sees it in his brown eyes.

“All right, mustang. You’re big and bad. I get it,” Dean says lowly. “But I don’t scare easy. Gimme your best damn shot.”

Cas and Benny give him wary looks from where they stand outside the gate.

“Hold onto your hat, Cap,” Benny mutters.

Dean adjusts his hat and rests his gun on the post for safe keeping. He wants to feel as natural as possible, like it’s just him and this horse, out back in his family farm. He holds on tight to the reins. He’s fully prepared for how the mustang takes off at a galloping clip around the ring. He twists and bucks, but Dean claps his thighs tight and holds on for the ride.

The horse gets smarter.

He runs for the water trough just outside the ring. He slams Dean against the side of it once, twice—and manages to throw him off, with Dean landing right in the water trough.

He bursts out from the dirty water, sopping wet and spluttering in anger. He looks over at the horse trotting around, whinnying and tossing his head like he’s laughing. Dean can’t help it. His anger fades, and he smiles.

This guy’s got some brass balls, I’ll give him that.

The Lakota woman laughs. Dean hears it and his head swivels toward her. She bites her lip, but she knows she’s been caught. Despite his injured pride, Dean’s lips curve with a smirk. Just gonna laugh at me, huh?

“I see things are going well,” comes a familiar drawl.

Dean’s face falls as he looks up and finds Colonel Sanderson. Dean pulls himself out of the trough and tries to squeeze some water out of his uniform. He clears his throat.

“Well, uh, it’s going, sir. Just gonna take a little more time than I thought,” Dean says. He quickly reclaims his hat from the ring, giving the mustang a smart berth. After he climbs back out, he goes over to the post where he left his pistol.

“Hold him steady,” Sanderson barks out the order, but not at Dean. The other men wrangle the horse back into the pen, where Sanderson climbs up and mounts the horse himself.

To his credit, he stays on longer than even Dean thought he would. The mustang gallops and circles. He tries slamming Sanderson on the sides of the corral, tries bucking him and bucking him, but the man clings on, even when his hat falls into the dirt.

The horse is exhausted. He eventually stops in the middle of the ring, panting for breath, his legs shaking slightly. Dean straightens at attention.

So does the Lakota woman, he notices. She looks worried, her brows furrowing.

Sanderson swipes a hand over his graying hair and moustache to collect himself. He raises his head with an arrogant smile.

“You see, gentlemen. Any horse can be broken,” he says. He kicks the horse with his spur. “Move along, mustang.”

To everyone’s amazement, the horse obeys him. He moves forward at a slow clip. All the men applaud, even Dean, belatedly.

“There are those in Washington who believe the West will never be settled,” Sanderson continues. “The Northern Pacific Railroad will never breach Nebraska.”

His gaze draws over to the woman. Her eyes are filled with tears as she watches the Colonel makes his rounds.

“A hostile Lakota,” he says in derision, “will never submit to providence.”

She stares back at him with steel in her watery eyes.

Dean doesn’t realize his jaw is clenched tight until he feels the strain in his jaw. He forces himself to relax, with his hand on his dampened belt.

“And it’s that kind of small thinking that would say this horse would never be broken,” Sanderson says. “Discipline, time, and patience. That’s all you need to level a wild thing.”

Just then, the horse stops abruptly.

“Mustang?” Sanderson asks in warning.

Dean tenses. He knows what’s about to happen.

“Sir!” he calls out.

But it’s too late.

The stallion revs and charges, bucking even wilder than before. He swings his head and rears back high on his hind legs with a powerful bray. Sanderson yells in fear and strain, but he stays on the creature’s back.

The horse’s angry eyes take on a darker shade of conviction. When all four of his hooves hit the ground, he finally bucks hard enough to get the Colonel off his back, though he still clings to the reins near the animal’s head. He comes face to face with the horse’s crazed eyes. His own are wide and full of terror.

Hot breath heats Sanderson’s face. Then the horse swings his head and tosses the man out of the ring. In the process, the horse falls on his side and shatters a section of the wooden beams that fenced him in.

While he shakes his head and gets his hooves under him, Dean and Benny help the Colonel up to his feet. His uniform is a wreck, and now, with a bruised body and likely a couple of broken ribs, the man is fuming.

Kline and Roman wrangle the horse’s reins and keep him more or less in place. The Colonel shoves Dean and Benny off of him. He reaches for his gun at his belt and aims it at the mustang. Dean goes rigid in shock, but he knows he can’t interfere. If he does, it could warrant some major discipline.

The Colonel pulls the hammer back on the revolver, but before he can pull the trigger, the sound of cutting rope and a feminine yell breaks the silence in the clearing. The Lakota woman pulls the Colonel’s arms down, and the gun goes off into the ground. Her elbow comes up quick to strike the man between the eyes. He careens back into Benny, who catches him.

Meanwhile, the woman swings up onto the mustang. She grabs a stronghold by the neck and barks something in her native language. It spurs the horse onward, and he breaks through the crowd of men at a gallop.

Dean watches with widening eyes and furrowing brows. “Shit!”

He runs to the stables where he finds Baby waiting for him. Her black coat ripples as she stamps impatiently.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he beckons. He leads the mare out of the stable, and after grabbing a coil of rope from the supply bench, he mounts her smoothly. With a subtle kick of his heel, she picks up speed to follow the mustang and his rider.

They’re already approaching the gate where the men are quickly trying to close it. There’s still a window of opportunity for escape, but not only is Dean on their heels, Roman also stands on a pile of crates filled with iron parts that are due to be shipped out in the morning for continued construction on the railroad. Roman holds a rifle. He trains his weapon on the woman, taking deadly aim.

Dean’s jaw clenches and his brows furrow. He knows then, in the breadth of a few seconds, that he has to make a choice. If he does nothing, both she and the horse are as good as dead.

Sam used to call him reckless, stubborn as the horses he spent long hours taming.

Right about now, his brother is probably right.

Dean reaches for his gun, aims, and shoots within the span of those seconds. Roman goes down before he even knows what hits him. His chest plumes with blood after he slides down the crates and flops heavy to the ground. His eyes stare unseeing at the crisp blue sky.

The mustang tears through the narrow opening in the gate, and Dean isn’t far behind. The woman is an excellent rider, far better than he expected her to be. She clings to the horse’s neck and mane, and she doesn’t even use the stirrups. She clings on when the horse leaps over rocks, and when she notices Dean tailing her, she urges the horse at an even faster gallop.

Dean’s face furrows with determination. Baby is built for speed too.

He gives her a little kick with his heel. “Come on, Baby. Go!”

He’s able to keep up with the mustang just a few yards behind, even when they reach rougher terrain, going further up and into a canyon. He follows them through every curve and dip, guiding his horse just as much as she's guiding him.

Dean takes his rope in hand and turns it above his head, but his attempt to lasso the mustang's neck fails; the woman saws straight through the rope with her knife.

"Damn it!" Dean mutters.

He's forced to let go of his frayed rope when he and Baby nearly careen off the edge of a cliff. His heart settles high in his throat as he grits his teeth, but he pulls back on the reins hard and leans in the opposite direction. Baby's able to bank left, saving them from a long way down to certain death.

They continue up the narrow path the mustang has trod ahead. It carves around and through the mountain.

Dean mentally grasps for a plan, aside from just keeping up. Without even a bit of rope, he doesn’t know how he’s going to slow the woman down without hurting her or the horse. He doesn’t want to have to use his gun.

Eventually, the canyon breaks into a patch of desert, and then, grassy plains and tall forest trees. The mustang begins to tire and slow to a stop. His rider murmurs soothing things to him, stroking his neck. She turns back to look at Dean over her shoulder in dismay. She knows she’s caught.

“All right, sweetheart. That’s enough,” Dean says.

He sidles up next to her and intends to grab the mustang’s reins.

That’s when her swift kick comes, dead in his forehead.

AN: And here we go! 😅 Feels right that November is Native American Indian Heritage Month. 🫶🏽 For that reason especially I've done my best to do the Lakota people justice, even in this little series and complete work of fiction.

There's a lot packed in this first chapter, and yep, I did borrow a bit of scene from one of the best scenes in Spirit as an homage. From here on out, we're literally going off road...

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Dean falls out of his saddle with a yell, landing hard in the grass. The impact knocks the air out of his chest and his hat off his head, not to mention the pain that rattles down his back.

“Son of a bitch,” he wheezes, while trying to get back up.

The woman jumps down from the mustang’s back and all but leaps on Dean. Straddling his waist and grabbing a fistful of his collar, she lets out a battle cry and raises a small knife at him. It’s probably no more than two inches long.

Dean may be on the ground with a smarting forehead, but he’s still got the upper hand. He grabs her knife-wielding arm and whips out his pistol from his belt. Her eyes widen, and she stills above him. The gun lies between them, aimed for her chest. They’re both breathing hard.

Dean has a problem.

Looking into her eyes, soulful and brown, the slope of her nose and her full lips, parted with shock… 

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Two hours. I got two hours of sleep. I’m so frustrated with myself.

Went to the ER. Everyone was very nice. They gave me an IV bag of fluids (I was dehydrated! Sad cactus!) and a little ativan (teeny dose), which was nice at the time! Just a little amount, but the (mostly) quiet room, fluids, and meds managed to relax me a lot. Could have fallen asleep if the bed was actually comfortable. Then they packed me up, gave me another little Ativan to take home for tonight, and said they’d contact my primary. Cool cool. Got some much needed food on the way home, then took the pill and got comfy. Again, smallest dosage they make, so no feeling too good. Managed to muscle past my anxiety to fall asleep, and… 2 hours. Woke up. Tried to go back to sleep. Too frustrated and anxious and I feel like crap. What should I do? Just eat a whole gummy and hope that knocks me out? For me, that feels like playing roulette. Could work, yeah. Could make me sleepy and pliable. Could also backfire and make me feel sick and extra anxious for another 5 or 6 hours. What do I do? Roll back up to the ER? “Hewwo, I woke up and I need more benzos 👉👈🥺” haha funny, but I’ve seriously been thinking about it 😑

God, I’m miserable. Been sitting outside on the porch for a bit. Not quite an hour. Needed to get out of the apartment, but tbh, nearly 4am outside isn’t doing much for me. I just feel alone. It wouldn’t help with sleeping, per se, but just someone, I dunno, hugging or holding me for a few minutes would honestly save me a little. What a mess. Oh yeah, and apparently my kidneys are going 👎👎👎 down. Bad meat. Not great test results. Not what I’m focusing on tonight. I’m a mess. Anyway, this was my update. Sorry for all the walls of text. Suppose this is mainly for me to look back on in the future, but can’t pretend it’s not at least a little validating to put this all out into the world and knowing that maybe one or two people read this and I didn’t suffer completely without recognition. Yeah…

[3knecrotic]

Haunted by memories of My Father's Son behavior gang 💀

[winterrrnight]

writing more on this at 12.42 am at night cause I am really in my feels and I need this so bad… <3 listen to redbone by childish gambino at 3.47, trust me <3 cw: smoking weed, suggestive content (no actual smut, just a lot of intimacy), intentional use of lower case <3 for @congratsloserr <3 (ily bb 🌷) <3 pictures are just for reference and to help you imagine what I have in mind!

part of this little universe <3

you don’t remember how it happened.

your best friend rafe came over like all the other times he comes over at your place. you sit next to each other in your bed as you play music, just like all the other times. you both share a joint, just like all the other times.

but this time, there’s something different in the air. maybe it’s the new cologne he’s started wearing which is taking a toll over your brain, or maybe it’s the white t-shirt showing off his formed biceps, or maybe it’s the dim, pink lighting of the led lights you just installed; but whatever it is, here you are, sitting in his lap with your legs on either side of his waist, your face nuzzled in his neck, and the sensual instrumentals of redbone are filling the background.

if anything, it’s only elevating the moment more and more. the joint hangs limply in between rafe’s lips as his head remains tilted to the other side, his eyes closed as your lips press soft, saccharine kisses to his heated skin, your hands holding his face. his eyes remain closed, the current moment heightened not only from your deeply intimate touch, but from the thc hazing his and your mind.

his hands remain firmly planted at the sides of your waist, lifting your t-shirt up just a bit so he can feel that soft skin under his touch. deep exhales leave his nose, the pungent, skunky odor of weed surrounding you both in its cloud as you remain wrapped up in the moment.

his fingers press into your skin and a sigh escapes him as he feels your lips slowly travel to his throat, his head leaning back against the headboard to grant you as much skin as he can. your lips trail up and up, finding his chiseled jawline as you press kisses along the strong bone, making your way up to his cheek, and then finally his lips.

you hover over his lips for a second, gently tracing his bottom lip with your thumb and he looks at you through his lashes, your gentle touch being just about the best thing at the moment as the thc creeps more and more into his brain.

you slot the joint in his lips between your index and middle finger and slowly slide it out of his mouth, before letting your own lips wrap around the end. you take a deep, long drag and flutter your eyes shut as you throw your head back, letting the smoke roll off your lips.

rafe watches you, so entranced by every movement of yours, and the melody of redbone only makes him crave more and more. you bring your head back to his level, meeting your own dreamy gaze with his as you pull the joint out of your mouth, and lean in closer to him.

there is merely a few inches of distance between you two, and he knows he can’t control himself anymore; causing him to push his lips against yours. you adjust yourself in his lap so you’re even closer to him, your fingers gently circling his shoulders through his t-shirt as your lips slowly move against his, the taste of the mint lip balm he always uses along with the weed spilling onto your own tongue, sending you in a high beyond euphoric than the one provided by a simple blunt.

— —

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, my writing is really a social experiment lately as I’m trying out different things, so any sorts of feedback is really highly appreciated!! <3

[paper-mario-wiki]

have you ever experienced scary weed? everybody always talks about it but i've never been scared despite trying a mishmash of strains and watching horror movies while high. what weed is scary weed. i want to feel scared too

when people describe getting so high they get scared, it's typically due to the fact that you have a noticeable loss in control over your body, and your mental faculties are also greatly slowed. additionally, cannabanoids bind themselves to the Amygdala, which is the slice of your brain that controls things like awareness and immediate sensory feedback processing. when the Amygdala becomes too overstimulated, it creates a feeling of hyperstimulation (some enjoy this feeling, some cannot stand it) that both feels similar to and comes from the same place as naturally occurring paranoia.

(source)

if you were trying to invoke this feeling purposefully, the best thing you could do would be to find something with a higher THC content than you're used to (edibles/extract would probably work best) and consume it quickly, as opposed to slowly over time. i cannot recommend this.

for me, scary weed experiences are more frustrating than outright scary, because what it usually means is "terrific i have taken too much and now will be incapable of doing anything for the next 4 hours. awesome."

this is also called being "couchlocked".

[froody]

A little bummed out. Canceled my esketamine appointment today. Just didn’t want to go. Had a bad sesh last time, didn’t enter a k-hole but got suck in a feedback of negative thoughts for 3 hours and it sucked ass. I’m not sure if it’s working, still as anhedonic as ever. Been having a lot of brain fog lately, can’t definitively say if it is the treatment or symptoms of my ME. I’m not ready to give up yet and insurance has approved a full treatment course so I have 4 or 5 more doses I intend to complete. Next appointment is Tuesday so we’ll see how my brain does with a weeklong break instead of a twice weekly schedule.

Did do something productive and get my COVID booster. It usually leaves me in extreme pain for two days so I think I’ll be spending Friday and the weekend enjoying my THC gummies and watching HOTD.

[xerith-42]

Hey guys, I wanna write a little weed centered Blaze fic for 4/20 but before I do that I want to get audience feedback on the details. So this very indulgent fic is a collectively indulgent experience. First is going to be what kind of fic, that's what this poll is for. Second is a later poll once that's decided of who the fic is centered around. And third will be deciding what version of these characters it's centered on.

Poll one

Feel free to give me characters you'd want to see in whatever response you give and I'll gladly add them to the list of potential pair ups. And I might write it after 4/20 anyway if I like the dynamic enough who knows.

[radicalellska]

This is painfully accurate on how this is basically THC trio in a nutshell 💀

left to right: Jenny, Katsuro, Lindsay

(btw love your art✨👌)

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Thank u so much SHIRLEENCURLTEE I REALLY APPRECIATE FEEDBACK IN THIS DEADLY DEAD FANDOM💋💋💋

[cannabiscomrade]

I’m thinking about getting mmj and I’m wondering if it could be a good choice for me? if I took it during a ptsd episode, traumatic event, or anxiety moment would it rlly potentially relax me into feeling better? it can be hard for me to loosen up around people could it kinda help like alcohol does with like being more confident/less self consicous? Putting pain aside are there any cases of it helping with fatigue and malaise? the only thing I’m scared of is smoking and it having a neg effect on my lungs and stuff .. is it rlly true when people say even if you smoke once it stays in your lungs forever?

Hey! Thank you for trusting me with this. I hope I can give you some good feedback.

You want to look at it like any other medication. If you're taking it for PTSD/trauma, you want to figure out if you're at risk for psychosis. That would be my biggest concern with recommending new MMJ usage to anyone, and that's as someone who experiences psychosis symptoms occasionally. If you have psychosis, it can have a negative impact on the side effects you experience, so just keep that in mind with trying any psychoactive medication/drug.

MMJ does help a lot with managing anxiety and social anxiety IF you are very slow with increasing your dose. A high dose can cause paranoia, but I find that the right dose helps me a lot with managing environmental anxiety.

It also can definitely help with fatigue and malaise for some people. This can also depend on your method of intake and the strain. Edible highs are metabolized differently than inhalants, so edible highs are more for physiological body symptoms, which can increase perceived fatigue.

All forms of smoking have a negative effect on your lungs- but no, it's not true that it stays in your lungs forever. Your lungs actually experience cell reproduction very rapidly and can respond to and repair damage relatively quickly in comparison to other parts of the body. When it comes to MMJ inhalants, it's about harm reduction and weighing the risks and benefits in your case for medical use.

Using concentrate is a fantastic form of harm reduction because it's vaporized, the temperature can be more controlled, and you need less intake to hit that medical dosage. But smoking cannabis flower also can be done in a harm reduction format, like using bongs, filters, etc. Any form of smoking herb will create carcinogens though, so I don't want to give you disinformation and act like smoking weed is "fine". It's like any medication, there are risks and benefits that need to be weighed.

MMJ can be done by smoking, dabbing/vaporizing, edibles, topicals, drinkables, tinctures... I'm sure I'm even missing some forms. There's also synthesized prescription THC called Marinol/dronabinol.

[zepskies]

Hahaa sorry about that, but I'm glad the wait is worth it!! 🥰

The Honorable Choice - Part 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC 

Summary: June 1872. Captain Dean Winchester of the U.S. Cavalry is tasked with one job: break a wild mustang. He just didn’t expect the woman who infiltrates his camp, intent on freeing her tribe’s horse.

AN: “Getting to know you, getting to know all about you…” ⬅️ If you’ve seen The King & I, then you’ll probably be singing that line in your head like I do.

Disclaimer: I’ve done extensive research for this one, both on the American Indian Lakota tribe, and on American history during this time in the late 1800s (AKA: the Old West, during the American Indian Wars and the Sioux Wars). Of course, one of my main goals is to avoid inaccuracies, both historical and cultural.

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: @jacklesversebingo Western AU

Song Inspo: The Spirit Soundtrack

Word Count: 3.1K

Tags/Warnings: Angst, protective Dean, historical tidbits, fluff

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Part 2: Death & Sacrifice

Dean falls out of his saddle with a yell, landing hard in the grass. The impact knocks the air out of his chest and the hat off his head, not to mention the pain that rattles down his back.

“Son of a bitch,” he wheezes, while trying to get back up.

The woman jumps down from the mustang’s back and all but leaps on Dean. Straddling his waist and grabbing a fistful of his collar, she lets out a battle cry and raises a small knife at him. It’s probably no more than two inches long.

Dean may be on the ground with a smarting forehead, but he’s still got the upper hand. He grabs her knife-wielding arm and whips out his pistol from his belt. Her eyes widen, and she stills above him. The gun lies between them, aimed for her chest. They’re both breathing hard.

Dean has a problem.

Looking into her eyes, soulful and brown, the slope of her nose and her full lips, parted with shock… 

He just can’t do it.

His finger eases off the trigger of his gun, and he lowers it to the ground beside him.

“I told you,” he says. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Her head tilts as she stares at his gun, then at him. She relaxes somewhat, and she backs off of him, sliding from his lap down to the grass beside him. Her closed fist with the knife comes to rest at her side. She gives him a look of wary bewilderment.

“You are a strange man,” she says.

Dean has to laugh a little, smiling at her afterward.

“I guess so,” he replies.

Her brows furrow. “You killed one of your own…for me?”

He nods, and his smile falls with a weary sigh. The hard part about that is he doesn’t feel much guilt about what he’s done. At the same time, he does, and the conflict churns in his stomach. He knew what kind of man Roman was. He was the kind of soldier that could’ve filled Colonel Sanderson’s shoes one day. A fellow soldier under Dean’s command...

And a sack of shit in human clothes.

Dean leans back on his hands in the grass and slides his legs out long. His stare falls to the earth between his boots. The ground is soft underneath him. Maybe it rained this morning. 

“Yeah, that’s gonna make it tough when I go back,” he says. “At best, that’s a court martial. At worst…”

The Lakota woman frowns, her dark brows nearly meeting in the middle as she considers him. He wonders what she sees when she looks at him.

“Tell you what,” Dean said. “Give yourself and your horse a rest tonight. I’ll go back and tell them I lost you in the canyon.”

Her eyes widen further in surprise. He can’t blame her for it. He’s surprising himself every time he opens his mouth.

“Will they kill you?” she asks.

Dean shrugs. “Nah, I’ll be fine.”

She levels him with a firmer look, one that demands the truth.

His nonchalance wanes, and he sighs.

“They might,” he says.

She shakes her head. She seems to deliberate over something, but eventually she comes to a decision. Just when she opens her mouth to speak, a gunshot rings out and hits the ground not far from their feet. A warning.

The sound of hooves thundering on the earth reach them before they look up. Two horses gallop towards them in the distance, their riders wearing blue uniforms.

They both tense up, but Dean is the first one to move. He grabs her arm and helps her stand along with him. They scramble back and lead the horses by their reins further into the trees. They find a denser patch and a raised hill to crouch down and hide behind.

The mustang is too tired to go very far, but Baby is already making anxious sounds, protective of her rider.

“Shhh,” Dean whispers, and runs a soothing hand over her side. He leads her to lay down with her legs tucked underneath her.

The Lakota manages to do the same with the mustang after whispering to him softly in her language. There’s a trust between them, Dean realizes. They have a connection that seems to mirror his own with his horse. He doesn’t know how he didn’t see it before.

“Captain!” Benny calls out.

Dean grimaces, but he stays quiet. He turns to the woman and holds a finger over his lips. She stares back at him in apprehension. He begins to creep slowly around the hill, but she grabs onto his wrist. For a second, she looks just as surprised as him by the reflexive action. Then, she shakes her head at him.

Don’t go out there, her eyes say.

Dean smiles, and he gives her a reassuring wink. He gently removes her hand and gestures at her to stay where she is. He army crawls up the side of the hill. It gives him a vantage point to watch his men, who approach just a few feet down below. 

“Captain Winchester!” Cas calls next.

“We don’t want to have to come and get you, Dean. Come on,” Benny says. He does sound reluctant, for his part. His voice grows more somber when he says, “Colonel’s given us orders to bring you and the girl back…dead or alive.”

Dean knows the position he’s put his own men in. He doesn’t blame them for following the Colonel’s orders. He just hopes they can forgive him for what he’s about to do.

He leaps off the edge of the hill with a yell and brings Benny with him to the ground. He sweeps Cas’s legs out from underneath him, then tosses a punch that lands on the corner of Benny’s chin. He kicks Benny’s gun away, and wrestles Cas until his pistol falls from his hand. The three men scrap and trade blows, until Dean is the only one left standing. His men are groaning on the dusty ground, slowly picking themselves up.

Dean’s heaving for breath as well as he leans back against the side of the hill. Despite that momentary victory, he knows what they all know: that this fight isn’t going to end until either they’re dead, or he’s dead.

“Where’s the girl, Dean?” Benny says. He implores him to see sense. “We take her back with us, we can smooth all this over with the Colonel. All of it, even Roman.” 

Dean lets out a deep breath, but he shakes his head.

“Can’t do that, Benny,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

There’s a question circling in his friend’s eyes, but after a beat, Benny seems to know the answer to it. He picks up his gun from the ground. Just like Dean once did, the Lieutenant now has a choice to make.

He shares a heavy look with Cas. The two of them nod, before they focus back on Dean.

Benny’s hand falls, and he stows his gun.

“You died today,” Benny says. “We found your body somewhere in the canyon. Your horse too.”

Dean nods, with something of a smile. He supposes faking his death is the only option now. He rips the badge off his uniform jacket and tosses it to Benny.

“There’s your proof,” he says.

Dean shares a grim nod of respect with Cas while Benny examines the torn patch denoting a captain’s rank.

“Take care of each other,” Dean says.

Benny’s head raises, and he meets Dean with a somber gaze.

“Goodbye, brother.”

Dean doesn’t return to her until the men are out of sight through the trees. She’s still hiding along with the resting horses, waiting for him. That alone surprises him. It would bring a small smile to his face, if the weight of that goodbye didn’t feel so heavy on his shoulders.

He reaches out a hand for her. It takes her a moment to consider it, but she accepts his offer.

He helps her to her feet, after which, she quickly pulls her hand back. She’s wary of his touch, her face guarded when she looks up at him. Dean supposes he can’t blame her, even if it does strike a nerve. After what he just did for her…

His face becomes stoic, and he turns away to grab his hat from the dusty ground. “We should probably head out.”

She nods and calls to her horse to encourage him to his feet. Despite himself, Dean can't help but be curious. How did this girl manage to tame that wild beast?

“Does he have a name?” he asks.

“Mato,” she replies.

“Mato,” Dean echoes. “Does that mean something? You know, in your language.”

She eyes him wryly, brushing her hand over Mato’s hide.

“It means angry, like a bear,” she says.

Dean snorts. “Yeah, good name.”

He remembers his bruised side (and ego) from when the mustang threw him off his back.

Dean watches her with another realization as she gracefully mounts the horse. Baby has gotten up to her feet as well, already nudging the back of his arm with her snout. He rubs her nose in affection.

Then he turns to climb up onto her back, settling his feet into the stirrups and loosely grabbing the reins. He follows his companion’s lead farther into the forest, but he guides his horse to fall into step beside hers.

“Will you tell me your name now?” he asks. “Think we’ve been through enough together at this point, don’t you think?”

She considers it with a tilt of her head. She looks over at him with a small smile.

“Kimmímila,” she says. The syllables roll off her tongue effortlessly.

Dean raises his brows. “Kim…Kimmeela.”

She shakes her head at him, her lips pursing.

“Kimmímila.”

Lord help him, but he tries his best. His brows furrow.

“Kim…mila,” he attempts. She guides Mato closer and grabs Dean by his cheeks with one hand.

“Kimmí.”

“Kimmí,” he repeats with his cheeks squished. His face is starting to warm up, and not altogether in embarrassment.

“Mila,” she says with a nod.

“Mila,” Dean says. “Kimmímila.”

He’s treated to her smile, warm and true. She releases him, her gaze flitting over his face. Then she keeps riding. Dean grins to himself.

“Think I’m gonna call you Mila,” he says. Make it easier on myself.

She even laughs, a honeyed sound. “Yes, my father does too.”

“What does it mean? Your name.”

“In your language?” she says, in a tone that teases him back. She becomes thoughtful as she searches for the word. “It means…butterfly.”

“Really?” Dean remarks. She doesn’t strike him as a butterfly.

More like a lioness, he thinks, only somewhat holding back his grin.

She gives him some side-eye, despite her amusement.

“You think it does not suit me,” she observes.

“Well, I didn't say that—”

“I don’t think so either,” she admits. “There are many things that don’t suit me.”

Dean chuckles. He can imagine that.

“But my mother had a dream before I was born,” Mila says. “She saw beautiful wings, and said I would have a free mind. When I grew, and wanted to spend my days with horses more than cooking and sewing things, she didn’t call me free. She called me stubborn.” Her face begins to fall. “Maybe too stubborn.”

Dean offers her a rueful, sympathetic look. “Yeah, I get it. My brother always said I was damn hardheaded,” he says. “…Maybe we’ve got more in common than we thought, huh?”

Mila’s smile returns, however slightly.

“You have a brother?” she asks.

“Oh, yeah. He’s a lawyer, so he’s more needed back home,” Dean replies.

Damn. He really does miss his bookish little brother.

He explains to her about his family, his brother and mother who still live in Lawrence, and how he joined the army, in part to honor his father.

“What happened to him?” she asks.

“He died…in some cornfield near Sharpsburg, Maryland, fighting the Confederacy,” he replies, heaving a breath.

"Con...federacy?" she questions.

"The South," Dean explains. "See, most of our southern states thought they should be their own country, letting slaves plow their fields and mind their kids. I may have lived on a farm, but my father always paid his workers. He fought for the Union."

"So you fought among yourselves, over land that did not belong to you," Mila points out.

Dean falls silent. After a little while, he concedes her point with an incline of his head.

"Fair enough," he says, glancing over at her. “I think my dad thought the fighting would end with the war, but, uh...it never really ends, does it?”

Her expression of curiosity fades, turning more solemn.

“No,” she agrees. “…I am sorry for your father.”

Dean's a little surprised to hear that from her, but he nods his thanks. They continue to talk as the sun begins to set in the west. When it dips behind the canyon, they stop to make camp for the night, and he helps her catch a rabbit to roast on the fire they build together.

That night over the meal, she slowly opens up to him. He learns that she’s an only child, though she has a sibling-like bond with her older cousin, Šóta. She spends most of her days planting or harvesting their crops, depending on the season, as well as sewing, painting, helping the elders of her tribe with tasks, and helping her mother and aunt cook.

When the rabbit is gone, she unbinds her long, thick hair and untangles it while she speaks. She explains that the Lakota are just one of many tribes. There are six other bands of Sioux who live in this region. Along with the Dakota and the Nakota, they are the “Seven Council Fires” who have made the Great Plains their home for generations.

She tells him about the way her tribe lives, caring for one another, giving the land back as much as they take, and letting it rest. The men hunt and protect the village from the outside, but the women protect the inside, their way of life.

Most of all, Mila tells him, she loves caring for the horses. She goes out and rides whenever she can duck out of her mother’s watchful eye.

Dean enjoys listening to her stories. He likes what he learns about her, but also, he just likes the sound of her voice, smooth and steady, almost calming. He thinks she might like the sound of his too, the way she’s smiled at him, laughed with him, glanced at him when she thinks he’s not looking.

She still picks a spot as far away from him as she can to sleep though. She keeps the fire pit in between them. He even catches sight of her knife, hidden in the hand she tucks underneath her cheek. Evidently, she doesn’t fully trust him just yet.

It annoys him at first, considering how many times he’s saved her already. How much he’s sacrificed just to get them this far…

Until he remembers how they met. He remembers the disdain and anger in her brown eyes, then the mistrust, and the fear hidden underneath. He thinks of every experience she’s likely had so far with the U.S. Military, and anyone else who looks like him.

Dean settles down on the ground and stares up at the innumerable stars in a raven sky. He’s exhausted, but his thoughts don’t let him rest for a while. 

At the very least, the way she looks at him now is softer than that first day.

In the morning, Mila watches the strange man wake.

He blinks and rubs his bleary eyes, yawning, groaning at the sun’s brightness like a child. She hides her smile by bowing her head over the apple she’s cutting with her knife. The orchards span wide across the forest, and soon he’ll find two yellow-red apples beside his head.

His brows raise at them, then he looks up at Mila sitting with her legs crossed behind the small fire pit. The wood there is just ash and blackened remains now, but it still carries the smell of burning.

“Morning,” he greets.

She nods back at him and pretends not to watch when he sits up with a groan, stretching and bending his arms high behind his head. He removed his uniform jacket to sleep. It allows her to see every dip of male muscle that his plain white shirt clings to, even in the long sleeves.

Her gaze furtively runs over the broad shoulders, the tapered waist, then back up to his half-bearded face, defined by a strong jaw and dark brows. The sun catches on his brown hair and teases the ends of it golden.

She would never admit it, but he’s not unpleasant to look at. 

Last night, she declined his offer to travel with her until she reaches her tribe safely, but he was insistent. Again, strange.

So here she is, with him. Here they are. 

Dean turns to see the horses grazing nearby. Mato no longer has the saddle and bridle his men put on him. He looks rested and at ease. He even whinnies at Baby, tossing his head a little. She answers him and flicks her tail. They continue eating together.

Dean smiles, then grabs an apple. He raises it to her in thanks before he takes a large bite. Its juices run down the corner of his mouth, and he wipes at it with the back of his hand. Mila can’t help but be drawn to the sight.

She tears her eyes away when he looks over at her.

“We have a long way to go. Three days, if the weather is good,” she says, continuing to carve pieces of her apple to eat. “We will know we are close when we reach the river.”

Dean nods in understanding. With a grunt, he gets to his feet and takes another bite out of his breakfast. She doesn’t expect the way he approaches her with a hand outstretched. She looks up at it, then at his expectant face.

“Come on. Let’s hit the road then,” he says.

Mila considers his offer for another moment. He seems to be making this a habit. Amused, she wonders if this is just kindness, or if the women of his people aren’t allowed to stand without a man’s help.

She pockets her knife, swipes her braided hair over her shoulder, and slips her hand into his, allowing him to help her to her feet. When she gets there, he’s closer than he should be.

A breath gets trapped in her throat as she once again looks between his warm hand closed over her smaller one, and his face. In the small space between them, there is a different kind of tension than before. Mila can’t tell what the man is thinking when he looks at her like that, but she doesn’t like it.

And at the same time, she does.

She takes back her hand, and she goes to the horses. She firmly ignores how her heart gallops, even as she rubs at her chest like it’s an ache that can be soothed.

She doesn’t hear Dean’s unsteady breath, nor does she see the way his green eyes follow her.

AN: *rubs hands together* Well, here they are! It's all starting to come together. What did you think of Dean's decision?

Coming up next, we have the final part: some action, some fluff, and some potentially perilous situations for Mila and Dean...

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“Yeah, about that…I’m thinking your tribe doesn’t take very well to outsiders,” he says. “White men in particular.”

Mila presses her lips together. He can tell she’s been thinking the same thing, but she turns to him with a determined set to her features.

“I will protect you,” she says.

Dean frowns. He doesn’t like the sound of that. On one hand, it warms him that she seems to really mean it. On the other hand, he doesn’t want to know what it’ll take for her to protect him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks.

She turns her face away and doesn’t seem to want to answer at first.

“Mila…”

“The Chief is my uncle,” she says at last. “He will listen to me.”

Dean blinks. Well, that changes things…maybe.

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THC Water Products: Analyzing Current Market Dynamics, Size, Share, Growth Trends

The global THC water market size to reach USD 326.3 million in 2030 and is anticipated to grow at a CAGR of 25.5% from 2024 to 2030, according to a new report by Grand View Research, Inc. Sparkling water is often perceived as a premium product compared to still water. This perception extends to the tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) water market, where sparkling THC water is viewed as a more sophisticated and upscale option. The premium image associated with sparkling water can justify higher price points and appeal to consumers willing to pay more for a perceived better quality or more enjoyable product. This premium positioning helps drive the dominance of sparkling THC water in the market.

The demand for flavor tetrahydrocannabinol water is dominating the global market. Flavored THC water fits well into social and recreational settings where traditional sparkling beverages like sodas and alcoholic drinks are consumed. The effervescence and presentation of flavored THC water make it a suitable alternative for those who want to enjoy a THC-infused beverage in social gatherings without the need for alcohol. This social compatibility enhances its appeal and contributes to its market dominance.

THC Water Market Report Highlights

Europe is expected to grow with the fastest CAGR over the forecast period from 2024 to 2030. European consumers are increasingly drawn to wellness-oriented and functional beverages. THC water, which is often marketed as a health-conscious alternative to traditional cannabis consumption, aligns with this trend. The emphasis on natural ingredients, stress relief, and relaxation appeals to health-conscious consumers seeking holistic solutions.

The berry-flavored THC water market is estimated to grow with the fastest CAGR over the forecast period. Berry-flavored THC water has received positive feedback from consumers for its taste and refreshing qualities. This positive word-of-mouth and trust in the flavor profile encourage new consumers to try the product, further solidifying its market position. Satisfied customers are more likely to recommend the product to others, contributing to its widespread popularity.

Demand for THC water through online retail stores is expected to grow with the fastest CAGR over the forecast period from 2024 to 2030. Advancements in e-commerce technology, such as secure payment gateways, mobile-friendly websites, and efficient logistics, have made online shopping more accessible and user-friendly. These technological improvements enhance the overall online shopping experience, making it easier for consumers to purchase THC water and other cannabis products.

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North America accounted for the largest share of the market and is estimated to expand at a significant CAGR over the forecast period. The ongoing legalization of cannabis across various states in the U.S. and Canada is a major trend shaping the tetrahydrocannabinol water market. As more regions decriminalize and regulate cannabis, the market for THC-infused products, including water, is expanding. Regulatory evolution is leading to clearer guidelines and safety standards, which are helping to boost consumer confidence and acceptance.

The global THC water market is characterized by the presence of numerous well-established players such as CannaCraft Inc., Cann Social Tonics, Keef Brands, Bent Paddle Brewing Co, Drink Delta, Sensi Co., Calexo, Snapdragon Hemp, WLD WTR, Climbing Kites, and others. Companies are developing new and unique Many leading brands in the THC beverage market have focused on developing and promoting sparkling THC water, leveraging their marketing and distribution channels to establish strong brand recognition and consumer loyalty. This focus on sparkling options has further cemented its position as the dominant product type in the THC water market. The branding strategies employed often emphasize the refreshing and premium nature of THC water, reinforcing consumer preferences and driving market growth.

List of major companies in the THC Water Market

CannaCraft Inc.

Cann Social Tonics

Keef Brands

Bent Paddle Brewing Co.

Drink Delta

Sensi Co.

Calexo

Snapdragon Hemp

WLD WTR

Climbing Kites

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We have segmented the global THC water market on the basis of flavor, distribution channel, and region.

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Harmony Glow CBD Gummies: A Natural Path to Wellness

CBD products are increasingly popular for their potential to relieve stress, support relaxation, and enhance overall wellness. Among them, Harmony Glow CBD Gummies stand out for their ease of use, pleasant taste, and potential health benefits. These gummies are formulated to make CBD accessible to anyone looking for a natural approach to well-being without the need for oils, vapes, or capsules.

In this blog, we'll explore what Harmony Glow CBD Gummies are, how they work, their benefits, ingredients, potential side effects, usage guidelines, customer feedback, and where you can buy them.

What Are Harmony Glow CBD Gummies?

Harmony Glow CBD Gummies are a natural supplement infused with cannabidiol (CBD) extract derived from hemp plants. These gummies are designed to provide a convenient and enjoyable way to consume CBD, especially for individuals who prefer not to take oils or capsules.

Each gummy contains a precise dose of CBD, allowing for easy dosing, making them suitable for those new to CBD or regular users looking for a consistent option. The gummies are generally THC-free, which means they provide the benefits of CBD without the psychoactive effects commonly associated with cannabis.

How Do Harmony Glow CBD Gummies Work?

Harmony Glow CBD Gummies work by interacting with the endocannabinoid system (ECS) in the body, a complex cell-signaling system that plays a crucial role in maintaining balance and regulating processes like mood, sleep, immune response, and pain. CBD is thought to indirectly stimulate ECS receptors, helping the body to maintain homeostasis and promoting a sense of calm and relaxation.

By activating these receptors, CBD can influence bodily functions such as:

Mood regulation: Reducing stress and enhancing emotional balance.

Pain relief: Managing chronic pain and easing inflammation.

Sleep support: Improving sleep quality and managing sleep disorders.

Immune function: Supporting the body’s immune response and overall resilience.

Benefits of Harmony Glow CBD Gummies

1. Stress Relief and Mood Balance

CBD may help reduce anxiety and promote a sense of calm, making it easier to manage daily stress. Regular use may support emotional resilience and a positive mood.

2. Enhanced Sleep Quality

Harmony Glow CBD Gummies are often used to promote restful sleep. CBD’s relaxing properties may help ease the mind and body, helping you drift off naturally and stay asleep longer.

3. Natural Pain and Inflammation Relief

CBD is known for its anti-inflammatory properties and can provide relief from chronic pain, muscle aches, and joint discomfort.

4. Improved Focus and Clarity

Many users report enhanced mental clarity and focus, as CBD can help reduce stress-related distractions and improve overall cognitive performance.

5. Digestive Support

The calming effect of CBD may also benefit the digestive system by reducing stress-induced digestive issues and promoting a balanced gut environment.

Key Ingredients in Harmony Glow CBD Gummies

The primary ingredient in Harmony Glow CBD Gummies is CBD extract derived from organically grown hemp. Other key ingredients include:

Natural flavors: Often sourced from fruits to give the gummies a pleasant taste.

Pectin or gelatin: Used as a base for the gummies, with vegan options often using pectin.

Sweeteners: Typically, natural sugars or low-calorie sweeteners for added flavor without excessive calories.

Other botanicals: Some formulations may include additional herbal extracts like turmeric or chamomile for added benefits.

Each of these ingredients is selected to ensure the product is natural, safe, and effective, allowing users to enjoy the benefits of CBD in a tasty and enjoyable form.

Potential Side Effects

While Harmony Glow CBD Gummies are generally well-tolerated, some users may experience mild side effects, especially when starting out with CBD. Common side effects may include:

Dry mouth: Staying hydrated can help reduce this side effect.

Drowsiness: This effect may vary based on dosage and individual sensitivity, and it’s often a reason users take CBD in the evening.

Digestive issues: Some may experience mild digestive discomfort, which usually subsides as the body adjusts.

Changes in appetite: CBD may increase or decrease appetite in some individuals.

It’s recommended to start with a low dose and gradually increase it to find your optimal amount, reducing the chance of side effects.

How to Use Harmony Glow CBD Gummies?

Harmony Glow CBD Gummies are simple to use and dose, as each gummy contains a specific amount of CBD. The suggested dosage may vary, but a common approach is:

Start with one gummy per day: Observe how it affects you before increasing the dose.

Adjust as needed: Based on your comfort and the affects you experience, you can gradually increase the number of gummies taken each day.

Take consistently: To achieve the best results, consider taking CBD gummies at the same time each day for a consistent effect.

Customer Reviews

Users of Harmony Glow CBD Gummies often highlight the convenience and enjoyable taste of the product. Here’s a sample of what customers have to say:

Sarah T.: "These gummies have been a lifesaver for my sleep schedule. I take one before bed, and it’s made such a difference!"

John D.: "I was skeptical at first, but Harmony Glow CBD Gummies help me manage my daily stress. They taste great too!"

Linda M.: "I love these for my post-workout recovery. They help with muscle soreness and are way better than painkillers."

Where to Buy Harmony Glow CBD Gummies

Harmony Glow CBD Gummies are available online through the brand’s official website. Buying directly ensures you get authentic products with quality assurance. Many retailers offer discounts, subscription options, and bulk pricing for added convenience and savings.

Conclusion

Harmony Glow CBD Gummies are a versatile and accessible option for anyone seeking the wellness benefits of CBD. From stress relief and pain management to sleep support and                                                                                                                               cognitive enhancement, these gummies offer a natural, enjoyable way to incorporate CBD into your daily routine. With positive customer feedback and a focus on high-quality ingredients, Harmony Glow CBD Gummies are worth exploring as a potential addition to your wellness regimen.

Before starting any new supplement, it’s always wise to consult with a healthcare professional, especially if you’re on medication or have existing health concerns. Embrace the natural approach to well-being and let Harmony Glow CBD Gummies support your journey to better health and balance.

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Does Jeeter Juice Come in 1000mg?

Jeeter Juice is a popular brand in the cannabis world, known primarily for its disposable vape products, which come in a variety of sizes and strains. One of the frequently asked questions about Jeeter Juice is whether it offers a 1000mg (1 gram) option in its lineup of products. This article will explore the options available for Jeeter Juice, focusing on the 1000mg size and reviewing the brand’s disposable offerings in terms of quality, potency, and variety.

What is Jeeter Juice?

Jeeter Juice is a line of vape cartridges and disposable vape pens containing cannabis oil distillates, popular for their convenience, variety of strains, and quality. Jeeter, the parent company, has earned a reputation in the cannabis community for its high-quality pre-rolls and infused products, and Jeeter Juice products extend this quality into the realm of vaping.

Does Jeeter Juice Offer a 1000mg (1g) Disposable?

Yes, Jeeter Juice offers a 1000mg disposable vape option, which is equivalent to one gram. This is one of the most popular sizes among vape users, as it provides a good balance between portability and value. The 1000mg Jeeter Juice disposables are particularly popular due to their convenient, all-in-one design. These disposable pens contain a pre-filled amount of cannabis oil, eliminating the need for a separate battery or additional equipment.

Many users appreciate the 1g Jeeter Juice disposable for its longer-lasting experience compared to smaller sizes, like the 0.5g version. The 1000mg option allows for prolonged usage and is often chosen by those who prefer not to have to frequently replace or recharge their vapes.

Benefits of Jeeter Juice 1000mg Disposables

Convenience: Jeeter Juice disposables are pre-filled and ready to use. They don’t require additional setup, charging, or maintenance, making them ideal for on-the-go use.

Longer-Lasting: The 1000mg size offers extended usage, which is beneficial for regular users.

Variety of Strains: Jeeter Juice offers a wide range of strains in the 1000mg format, providing choices for every user’s preference, from relaxing indica strains to energizing sativas.

High Potency: Many Jeeter Juice products boast THC levels of 80% or higher, providing potent effects for experienced users.

Popular Strains in Jeeter Juice 1000mg Disposables

Jeeter Juice disposables are available in numerous strain varieties, allowing users to find a product that matches their desired effects and flavor preferences. Here are some popular strains available in the 1000mg Jeeter Juice disposable lineup:

Super Silver Haze (Sativa): Known for its energizing and uplifting effects, this strain is ideal for daytime use and creativity boosts.

Peach Cobbler (Sativa): With a sweet, peachy flavor, this strain provides uplifting effects and is popular for recreational use.

Cherry Punch (Hybrid): Offers a balanced experience, ideal for users who want a mix of relaxation and euphoria.

Papaya #5 (Indica): Known for its relaxing, body-high effects, ideal for evening use and relaxation.

These strains reflect Jeeter’s focus on flavor and effect diversity, catering to a wide range of user preferences.

Price and Availability of 1000mg Jeeter Juice Disposables

The price of Jeeter Juice 1000mg disposables can vary depending on the strain and dispensary location. Generally, Jeeter Juice products are competitively priced within the premium segment, reflecting their high THC content and quality. Some dispensaries may offer discounts or deals, especially for bulk purchases.

Availability can also vary based on location. Jeeter Juice products are widely available in states where cannabis is legal, particularly in California, where Jeeter is headquartered. Users can often find Jeeter Juice products by searching for “Jeeter Juice disposable near me” online or checking local dispensary menus.

Quality and User Feedback on Jeeter Juice 1000mg Disposables

Customer reviews of Jeeter Juice 1000mg disposables are generally positive, with many users praising the potency and flavor quality. However, some users have noted occasional issues with the hardware, such as airflow clogs, which can disrupt the vaping experience. The hardware in Jeeter Juice disposables is designed to be user-friendly, but like many disposable vapes, they can occasionally experience clogging due to the thickness of the cannabis oil.

For users who value high potency and strong effects, Jeeter Juice 1000mg disposables have been well-reviewed, though the taste can sometimes be overly sweet or artificial due to added botanical terpenes. These terpenes are used to enhance flavors, but not everyone finds them appealing.

List of Features of Jeeter Juice 1000mg Disposables

Variety of Strains: Available in numerous sativa, indica, and hybrid strains.

High Potency: THC content often exceeding 80%.

Ready-to-Use: No additional equipment needed.

Disposable Design: Ideal for single-use and travel.

Diverse Flavors: From fruity to earthy, catering to different flavor preferences.

Comparison: Jeeter Juice 1000mg vs. 2000mg and Smaller Sizes

Jeeter Juice disposables come in multiple sizes, including 0.5g, 1g, and sometimes even larger 2g options. Here’s how the 1000mg version compares:

0.5g Jeeter Juice Disposables: These are more compact and convenient for occasional users but may not last as long.

1000mg Jeeter Juice Disposables: Offers a balance between size and longevity, suitable for regular users.

2g Jeeter Juice Disposables: The larger size provides even more longevity, though it’s bulkier and may not be as discreet for portable use.

Each size has its unique advantages, but the 1000mg format is the most versatile, offering enough product for sustained use without being too bulky.

Final Thoughts: Is the Jeeter Juice 1000mg Right for You?

For those seeking a potent, convenient, and flavorful vape experience, Jeeter Juice 1000mg disposables are a solid choice. They offer quality cannabis oil in a user-friendly package, making them popular among regular cannabis users. However, new users should approach with caution due to the high THC content and potent effects.

Whether for recreational enjoyment or therapeutic relaxation, Jeeter Juice’s range of 1000mg disposables provides something for everyone. Be sure to verify product authenticity when purchasing and explore the available strains to find the one that best suits your needs.

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Exploring the Benefits of Hemp Products in the USA

Hemp has emerged as a versatile and sustainable resource, offering a wide range of benefits across various industries. From textiles to health products, Hemp Products in the USA are gaining popularity for their eco-friendly nature and numerous health advantages. If you’re looking to Buy Hemp Products USA, it’s essential to understand what makes hemp so special and why you should consider incorporating it into your lifestyle.

What Are Hemp Products?

Hemp products are derived from the hemp plant, a member of the cannabis family that contains low levels of THC (the psychoactive compound found in marijuana). This makes hemp safe for consumption and use in various applications. Common hemp products include:

Hemp Seeds: Rich in protein, fiber, and essential fatty acids, hemp seeds are a nutritious addition to smoothies, salads, and baked goods.

Hemp Oil: Extracted from the seeds, hemp oil is celebrated for its high omega-3 and omega-6 fatty acid content, making it beneficial for heart health and skin conditions.

Hemp Protein Powder: A great plant-based protein source, hemp protein powder is perfect for those looking to boost their protein intake without dairy or soy.

Hemp Clothing and Textiles: Hemp fibers are strong and durable, making them ideal for eco-friendly clothing, bags, and other textile products.

Why Choose Hemp Products?

Sustainability: Hemp is one of the most sustainable crops available. It requires minimal water, grows quickly, and can thrive in various soil types without the need for harmful pesticides or herbicides.

Health Benefits: The nutritional profile of hemp seeds and oil offers numerous health benefits. They are known to support heart health, promote healthy skin, and provide anti-inflammatory properties.

Versatile Uses: Hemp can be used in a variety of products, from food and beverages to beauty products and construction materials. This versatility makes it a valuable resource in today’s market.

Legal and Safe: With the legalization of hemp cultivation in the USA, consumers can confidently purchase and use hemp products without concerns about legal issues or health risks associated with high-THC cannabis.

How to Buy Hemp Products in the USA

When looking to Buy Hemp Products USA, it’s important to choose a reputable supplier that prioritizes quality and transparency. Here are some tips:

Check for Certifications: Look for products that have been tested by third-party laboratories for purity and potency. Certifications can provide assurance of quality.

Read Reviews: Customer feedback can help you gauge the effectiveness and quality of the hemp products you're considering.

Explore Product Variety: A good supplier should offer a wide range of hemp products, allowing you to choose what best fits your needs, whether it’s food, oils, or textiles.

Conclusion

Hemp products are making waves in the health and wellness industry, and for good reason. Their versatility, sustainability, and numerous health benefits make them an excellent choice for anyone looking to enhance their lifestyle. If you're ready to explore the world of hemp, visit US Hemp Farm to discover a wide range of quality hemp products available in the USA. Embrace the benefits of hemp and contribute to a more sustainable future!

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Weeklies: Refined

Good morning, learners!

Our country experienced a week of torrential rains and flooding brought by Typhoon Kristine with its immense diameter! For the last three weekdays, work was suspended, which meant that my family was forced to stay home. 

Thankfully, like the downpour of rain, productivity also poured down over me. I was able to conduct a Monthly Review session for October and continued with the development of my habits to keep my current system stable, which include notes capture (both digitally and by hand), organization, and distillation. This system was adapted from lessons I acquired from the book Building a Second Brain by Tiago Forte.

We've also made progress with some of our topics of interest.

First, the paper on the tipping elements of the Earth's climate system is finally starting to make sense, as we've delved with two more of the identified elements: the West Antarctic Ice Sheet (WAIS) and the Atlantic thermohaline circulation (THC). I've learnt concepts on the difference between positive and negative feedback mechanisms in nature, features of the polar environment such as ice shelves and ice streams and how they are affected by global warming, and the connection between the North Atlantic Deep Water formation and the thermohaline circulation (aka the ocean's conveyor belt). I also increased my understanding of a system's bistability and the physical mechanisms behind these particular tipping elements, including those that we studied last week (the Arctic sea ice and Greenland ice sheet).

Next, we started a new module on other effective area-based conservation measures (or OECM) in marine fisheries from the e-learning academy of the Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO). Here we were able to provide a definition of OECM and its relation with biodiversity. Next week, we'll be studying the origins of the OECM concept and strengthen our knowledge on the connection of OECM with other biodiversity conservation approaches. All of these are just under the first lesson of the course.

We also made progress with a YouTube course titled Rhetoric and Composition: College Fundamentals where we finished watching Videos 7 to 18. We expounded on the different stages of the writing process and the techniques that could be used in those particular stages. We also strengthened our existing knowledge on writing a resume, personal statement, and cover letters. 

Moreover, this particular online exam from one of the jobs I've applied to allowed me to learn and relearn the following: (1) the budgeting and planning process of the Philippine national government and its legal basis; (2) the concepts under the Agricultural and Fisheries Modernization Act (or AFMA); and (3) the guiding framework of the National Agriculture and Fisheries Modernization and Industrialization Plan (NAFMIP) 2021-2030 which currently guides the plans and projects under the Department of Agriculture and attached agencies and bureaus. We also acquired supplementary knowledge on how climate change impacts the food production sector. Additionally, we reached out for help from some of our friends to strengthen the answers for the online exam. (Hello to you all: Monette, Ate Irish, and Dennise!) We spent two days trying to finish this exam, and it became the highlight of our week. It was a feat that literally brought me to tears! I told you already, I'm very emotional!

Finally, you must have noticed how concise this weekly entry is. It's because while going through the rhetoric and composition course, an idea came to me. Reading my previous weeklies was a bore, and it would really be hard for a regular person to read it (especially if they’re unaware of my personality). They're bulky and full of statements that the audience I’d like to reach would otherwise not relate to. Combining them into just one post defeats the purpose and it’s enough evidence that even if the intention was good, the way it was written (or the action behind the intention) was not.

Because of this, I went into a quick brain dump of the actual purpose that I want this blog to serve. I wanted this blog to reach people who want to delve into their own journeys of learning and these will include different types of people from various walks of life. At least, making my future posts concise and specific would make this blog reach a wider audience. This brain dump went on to identify sections that could be used in further organization of this blog.

Right now, though, I'd like to emphasize that my weeklies will now be just limited to documenting my different areas of learning and brief observations I've encountered while in the learning process–hence, the shortness of this post. I hope you join along for the ride as we expand the contents of this blog!

We've also identified several opportunities for improvement for our Second Brain system during our October review session, and I can't wait to share them with you in more digestible pieces of information in the near future. I won't make any promises, though! 

So far, this week has seen an increase in our productivity and we've kept track of some of the priority activities and tasks that we are supposed to accomplish. I'd also like to emphasize that while we're still building our system, I don't aim for it to be perfect but rather useful, so adjustments will be made along the way. 

That's it for this week, and like I always say, keep wandering and chase what excites you.