#a new dispensary?? yes

[faiirytalcs]

closed: whitney ramakrishnan & luma bulan ( @wildcstwinter ) location: scooby snax

"I can't believe that it got so bad while I was gone. I mean, I know it did, I could see it happening, but still. It's worse than I thought it would be. Everything is a mess, and nothing is organized or in the calendar, what am I supposed to do?"

[anotherpapercut]

btw I voted yesterday just wanted to brag

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Hate Part 2

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Nomar: Excuse me?

Mackavich: The species humans hate the most in the universe are other humans.

Nomar: Well…..that was…ah…that was not what I was expecting.

Audience murmurs more

Mackavich: Were you expecting something else?

Nomar: Yes.

Nomar: What kind of species hates itself more than anyone else?

Nomar: And if that is the case how the hell have you functioned as a society to reach the stars?

Mackavich: We invented space travel to escape from other humans.

Audience laughs

Mackavich: I wish it was that humorous of an answer but it’s partly true.

Nomar: Can you expand on that?

Mackavich: Have you ever been to a human grocery store?

Nomar: A what?

Mackavich: A food dispensary. Stores different types of food from around the worlds, or worlds, and sells them to people.

Nomar: Oh I know what it is but I wanted to watch you struggle to explain it.

Audience laughs

Mackavich: Chuckles

Mackavich: Well there are people who work inside grocery stores and we call them grocery workers.

Mackavich: They take in the food, handle it in storage, bring it out to the floor and set it up in displays, etc.

Nomar: Forgive me if I doze off from this riveting explanation.

Mackavich: Have you ever seen how customers treat the workers?

Nomar: I have not.

Mackavich: The majority don’t even treat them as human beings.

Mackavich: They see them as tools, servants, objects to make their lives easier.

Mackavich: And because they don’t see them as human beings they feel it is perfectly acceptable to treat them as shitty as they want.

Nomar: Oh come now.

Mackavich: I once worked in a grocery store produce department when I needed cash, and there was this old woman that came up to me and demanded I cut open an orange for her so she can take a bite of it to see if it was sweet enough for her to buy.

Mackavich: I told her I can’t do that because we don’t offer free samples; but she continued demanding and raising her voice louder and louder each time I said no.

Mackavich: Eventually my supervisor who had been circling came over and asked what was going on.

Nomar: And he threw the old human out on to the street I take it?

Mackavich: No.

Mackavich: He told her that he was sorry for the interaction and that I was new and did not know what I was doing before taking a knife and cutting open an orange for her.

Mackavich: She took one bite and spit it out, then walked away before he handed me the orange remains back to me to throw out.

Nomar: And this makes you hate customers?

Mackavich: And my boss.

Mackavich: I was following company policy that had been drilled into me, but because my boss did not want to cause a scene he threw me under the bus.

Mackavich: And the old woman knew she could get her way if she made a big enough scene.

Nomar: Forgive me but this seems more like an isolated incident than a species wide norm.

Mackavich: The problem is it’s not isolated.  

Mackavich: In a coffee shop I once saw a woman throw her hot beverage at a baristas face because she had added too much creamer in it. The drink gave the barista a 2nd degree burn on half her face.

Audience: (Murmurs of shock) Nomar: Over a beverage? Really?

Mackavich: Don’t even get me started on when some humans get slightly inconvenienced time wise and decide to unleash unholy hell over a phone call.

Nomar: The more I hear about your people I can understand why you hate yourselves so much.

Mackavich: Right?!

[artinvain]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱 (pt. 1)

sevika x reader modern au (fluff & weed smoking… mdni)

characters: sevika x reader, silco & vander .

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when sevika joins one of the biggest financial firms in her district, it’s not a big deal to her. it’s not her passion, but she makes money, work is stupidly easy for her, she lives way over comfortably and if she wants she can choose her own hours. of course — she keeps to a basically military routine, she likes it, it helps her stop thinking. about her dad, where her mom could be, the last person she loved.

she’s waiting to meet up with the same old college buddies she always does. they meet at a dispensary cafe maybe once or twice a week. but sevika goes almost everyday — because it also helps her not think.

when she walks in vander and silco are making a noise in their usual nook, greeting her with hugs and a cig to start. when they were all together like this they became idiots. usually intellectual conversations about philosophy or politics, the latest in news, the latest in their lives and careers. but here it was babble filled laughter and no thoughts at all.

“do you guys want coffee or some of the stuff on the munchies menu?”

your voice is new, vander and silco quieten down in her ears as she looks up at you, the sun shining like a halo bouncing around your locs. she wants to say something, tell you you’re pretty. It’s what she usually does when she sees a girl she likes. flirts like crazy but now sevika can’t say a goddamm thing.

it’s the way you’re looking at her and only her. your lip bitten and a small smile poking through as you notice she’s staring. and you can’t help but look on with some strange affection, her soft dark skin, muscles underneath it flexing. her grey eyes — so unusual, smoky and cool. your manager had told you she was a regular so if you wanted a tip you needed to be nice. to sevika you are lovely — she can’t really describe it but you make her blush.

when you walk away with their orders, the boys are immediately hounding her. “would you have preferred vander and i left the both when you did all that?”

“I - did you - are you fucking blushing?” silco laughs so hard he’s coughing and slapping vander’s arm when she rolls her eyes. “my hearts, my stars, my god — you are! I haven’t seen you look like this in years,” he gasps.

“weed makes you overly dramatic, silco,” she retorts gulps gratefully at a bottle of water while vander continues

“seriously though, you’re looking at her like you have something other than ice in your veins” vander howls at himself

silco lights up his cigarette and leans back, “come now vander, sevika’s just afraid of her feelings, if anything — her blood burns too hot-“

“shut up.” sevika mumbles. it’s not untrue, she’d bounced around from girlfriend to girlfriend, but no one ever stuck and she never seemed to mind. the sex was good — sometimes okay. they never could quite match her though. “it’s not my fault I don’t get along with them,”

“oh yes it’s always something - no banter, not intellectual enough — but I think -“

“yes, what do you think vander?” sevika spits with a snarl

“I think you’re sabotaging yourself.” he says more seriously than intended. she has nothing to say. no remark - she can’t explain away a truth they’d been skirting around whenever it came to sevika’s love life. they’d been badgering her about settling down for once, let herself be known outside of their little trio.

“drop it, vander,” she glares and he only rolls his eyes leaning forward to snatch a lighter in her hand for his joint.

it just has to be then that you walk back to their table, startled by the sudden silence as you hand out their snacks. “is everything okay?” you ask and Sevika’s smile is small but fleeting.

“do you have a strain that can lift the mood?” ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

sevika greets you by name every time she comes in now, over tips you, pulls you into conversation when she knows you should be working but she knows your boss and he’ll let it slide for her.

“so, how’s the wolf of wall street?” you whistle handing sev a clear vile with her joint in it. “you have to stop calling me that,” sevika laughs, loosening the deep blue, tie, embroidered with silver stars around her neck. “but you are! you told me yourself you’re up at 6am every day to make your matcha latte before gym, and you look at your stocks, in your giant loft —“

sevika laughs albeit a little nervously at your teasing “I did not say I had a loft,” and you smile at her coyly scratching her neck. “but am I wrong?” you ask and she ducks her head, her shoulder moving with her laughter.

“ah fuck,” she groans with a smile “leave me alone,” sev says jokingly, and you roll your eyes “okay, if you really want me to.”

but you don’t move, and sevika doesn’t say anything. she’s just looking at you, taking you in — grateful your job doesn’t have a uniform so she can see you in your wide leg pants, dark green flowers springing forth and your tight top — purple, strappy and your breasts, pressed up against them. she looks away from a moment and you chuckle having seen where her eyes ended they’re tour of you.

“you look pretty today,” sev mumbles, taking a sip of water.

“thank you sev, you look pretty put together yourself — meeting with investors ?”

“yeah,” she grunts, “something like that — I don’t know, first time I’ve felt off my game. the company’s just very white and male. I don’t know if I got the deal.” she stretches her neck, “and I hate failing,” she lets slip. furrows her eyebrows at herself because why would she tell you that?

“hey, you’re good at your job, or you wouldn’t be up for a promotion,” she shrugs at your response “plus,” you sit down next to her, “if anything you can depend on the diversity token,” you smirk and nudge her with your elbow, smoke billows out of her mouth as she laughs. coughing slightly before sitting up straight.

“I know it must be annoying, always having to shape yourself up into this heterosexual role,” you sigh, sev offers you some of her joint and you take it without question, knowing it was just you and andy your co-worker today,

“and your jobs are always with all these white, men determining whether you look good enough or if you’re well spoken enough, it’s bullshit,” you sigh and sevika nods

“it’s like I’m never doing well enough I’m tired of it,” she responds.

“you should be tired of it, but you are,” you say firmly, “good enough — don’t let them define you sev, your work shows that you’re good for it.”

“thanks,” she smiles, she’d heard it before but it felt different coming from you, because you understand her. you’re not just trying to make her feel better. it is bullshit and you let her know that it’s okay to feel that way.

“vander and silco don’t really understand it. i mean don’t get me wrong they try. but they’ll never really know.” sevika sighs and takes the j back from you when you offer it with a smile.

“I get that,” you nod and tie your locs up out of your face. “hey, I have to go check on that table,” you spot a couple with their coffee cups empty. “but I’ll be back,”

she turns the words over in her head. she didn’t ask you to, but you were coming back to her — like you always did. the first to check in on her when she came in and rarely did you leave her without at least some conversation, even when the cafe was busy. you grab sev’s hand and give it a tight squeeze and it jolts sevika’s body feeling your soft hand in hers, so warm and you trace a circle on the back of her hand that she can feel long after you’ve pulled away.

sevika should be at home by now, instead she’s following you around, watching you clean counter tops and pack away snacks for the night shift to open later.

“so, I told andy like I can’t take her every table just because she doesn’t feel like serving — do I have something on my face?” you stop rubbing at a sticky spot on the table where someone spilled something, staring at her quizzically as she looks down at you.

“no,” she smiles and then her eyes dart nervously around the room, “sorry, I was just… looking at you.” you don’t say anything for a moment, “I think you’re really pretty,” she says nervously. she hadn’t complimented someone so gently in a while. it’d all been heated praises while her hands were guided to someone’s neck. so sev chuckles uncomfortably and turns her head to stare at a painting when you say forger.

“I could have painted that. like better probably,” she says and when she looks back at you, your standing so close to her she can feel your breath on her neck.

“I think you’re beautiful,” you say, and sevika chokes on her words. she’d always been “sexy” or “hot” or “super attractive” but no one had called her beautiful. cupping her cheek so softly and with no intent.

“I just was never sure how you felt, so I didn’t say anything,” you said, and sevika holds her hand over yours, looking down at you and smiling sheepishly as you lean up and kiss the side of her mouth. “I like you,” you grin at her blush and the way she tumbles over her words.

“of course yeah, i um - do you want to come back to my place?” she rushes out and a pit forms in her stomach when you blink slowly and swallow.

“I’m sorry, did I just ruin everything?” sevika asks bluntly and you shake your head, she holds your hand to her cheek, hoping you don’t pull away.

“no it’s fine. I want to, I do. but, I’ve done that a lot recently, I mean finishing my masters it was really bad. I kind of want something real,” you say shyly, trying and failing to pull away from sevika,

“we can take it slow,” what the fuck is she thinking. she’s never taken it slow. her longest relationship was three months and she fucked it up because she always priorities work. but, you’re beautiful and kind and smart and funny and she doesn’t know if she can just let you go. at least not that easily.

“let me take you home,” sevika offers as you lock up, the sun’s not down yet but she doesn’t want you to go. you agree and whistle when you jump into her jeep.

“wolf of Wall Street— this is impressive,” sevika rolls her eyes with a smile and turns her car on.

“just fucking give me the directions,” she answers and you laugh, getting your maps out “it’s not far from here,” you say.

“if you’re not busy, maybe you can come inside, talk and have some tea or — I don’t know, maybe not-“

“no yes. I would love to,” she replies eagerly, making her way down to your place, following the maps stoic directions.

“so you said you could paint something better than what’s in the shop?” you turn to her and she blushes — she shouldn’t have said that.

“I used to paint, and sketch,” she admits, used to as if she didn’t pick up her charcoal for the first time in months to sketch every detail of your soft face.

you nod, looking around her clean car, it didn’t look like one of an artist “you should show me sometime,” you mumble and flick the boulder of the sisyphus bobble head stuck to her dash. “this is a really fucking specific bobble head,”

sevika laughs and agrees, “I got it in greece at some really overpriced tourist shop. I don’t know, vander and silco got something too, all philosophy shit because we’re—“

“really pretentious,” you laugh and she nods along “yeah yeah. we all met in our first year greek mythology course and then again in philosophy and we kind of just stuck together. and I never buy myself anything so I figured.”

“why this though? why the reminder of eternal punishment on your dashboard, every day?”

“other than the fact that it reminds me of my oldest friends?”

it’s not like you didn’t understand. you have an embroidered quilt of plath’s fig tree poem hanging in your kitchen.

“yeah, other than that,” you dig, you know there’s something more there.

“I don’t know, I felt like I was sisyphus for a long time,” she admits. something about your aura was so damn relaxing, like she could say anything around you and you wouldn’t care. “I had accepted that I had to suffer.” she drums her thumbs on the steering wheel, “that being who I am was some cosmic punishment, but then. I don’t know I figured if my boulder was who I am, I’d have to keep pushing it, even if people failed to see how light it is to me,”

you nod, finally satisfied with her answer and look over at her. she doesn’t feel like she has anything more to say. and for once she isn’t scrambling for charmed words or flirtation, she just lets herself listen to you breathe.

“paradoxical but that’s what it is to be brown and queer in this world huh,” you say and sevika nods falling into a comfortable silence until you reach your flat.

a small victorian brick building, that’s much bigger when you’re inside. stairs leading up to what you explain are two other apartments. the tenants quiet but very nice and hardly home. you walk her down the passage to your apartment door.

she’s greeted by warmth and the smell of fading incense. you turn on orange lamps and a sunset one in the living room,

“you can put your jacket on the stand there,” you say, looking at her from over the kitchen island. “and take your shoes off, please,”

sevika complies and feels a tight knot it her stomach. nerves. why is she nervous when she knows you two won’t be doing anything. the way you’d seen through her in the car, you wanted to know her, not just her body and that scared the shit out of her. should she just leave? she’s ready to put her shoes back on when you walk past her into the living room with a tray, a teapot and two cups and some honey. it’s so sweet she decides against herself to sit down on your couch beside you.

she looks around while you pour her tea, the couch is plush, you’re venitian carpeting soft under her socks. you have a feature wall painted dark green and covered in abstract paintings and one family portrait.

“that you?” sevika asks, making out our plump cheeks and toothy grin, as you lean over who she assumes in your father. she thanks you for the tea and takes a sip of the warmth,

“yeah,” you smile, “my brother is late, but my sister lives like two streets down,”

“I’m so sorry,” she offers and gently lays a hand on your shoulder. you take it and kiss the back of her hand.

“shit, sorry,” you apologise and let go off her, but she wants you to do it again, can feel the outline of your lips tingling on her hand. “s’okay,” she nods and keeps her hand on your shoulder.

“viktor was my adopted brother, he was really sick.” you stop there and turn to her with a watery smile. “I loved him a lot,”

she can tell. nods solemnly and lets you have a moment, and then your laughing a little embarrassed and wiping your eyes.

“It was a long time ago, sorry,”

“don’t be,” sev says, “I wanna know you,” she smiles and you smirk back at her, your cheeky attitude back in play, “then ask me a question,” you say, she doesn’t know where to start because she has a million.

“how’d you know you were… I don’t know sapphic?” she asks tentatively. “well, I’ve known I was a lesbian since I was like twelve. there was this girl I alway hung out with —“ you’re smiling fondly and sevika lays over your words.

“yeah?” sevika answers getting ready for your story.

she leaves way too late, all you two did was talk and laugh and she hadn’t checked her stocks or taken any calls and she can’t remember the last time she wasn’t always working, even partially, even in her free time. when she gets home she’s on her laptop until midnight, taking an international meeting and all the while, all she can think about is sitting and watching the rest of the stupid magician show she’d started with you before she saw the time.

when she clambers into bed, for the first time she notices how cool the spot beside her is. she bundles herself up in pillows and falls asleep with you on her mind.

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”I wanna take you on a date,” sevika smiles leaning on the counter where you’ve just finish letting a group of friends pay.

“you do?” you ask, “you doing it because you think I’ll give you discounts ?”

“I know you’ll give me discounts,” she laughs “I got something for you,” she pulls out a novel from her work satchel. “I know you wanted a physical to have, but you said you were too distracted to get one so”

the picture of dorian gray. inside the first page were names of people who had had the book before you, dating back to ‘97. you’d wanted a hard cover since you’d read it a year ago. but she’d gone above and beyond getting you a thrifted version, you liked the idea of a hand me down of something so many others like you had enjoyed and now you had one and she knew that. the thought made your heart thump.

“where did you get this?” you ask, touching over the names of all the people who’d signed it,

“just looked at like four different second hand book stores,” she shrugs and looks on fondly as you excitedly flip through the annotated pages.

“thank you!” you lean over the counter and kiss her cheek.

“and not that that was a bribe or anything but-“

“I obviously want to go on a date with you vika,” she blushes at the nickname, her heart beating a little faster. “yeah?” “yeah,” you nod and jump at andy’s snide remark for you to start your shift.

“I’ll pick you up after work,” she taps on the counter and smiles widely, the bell on the cafe door ringing loudly in her ears as she exits. for the first time in a long time, she’s more than just living. the air smells fresh, colours and bright and her heart is pumping hard, hot blood coursing to her cheeks as she thinks of you. tonight, tonight, tonight.

okay next chapter is the date and maybe a sexy little smut scene hehehe or angst. who knows? not even me. 🏷️ @iamaboringrattat @archangeldyke-all @sevsbaby @sapphicsgirl @bimboprincezz @opropheticsoul @ariariarr @sexysapphicshopowner

[ramblingoak]

Satan’s Toy Box

Hello anon!  Thank you for the prompt and I hope you enjoy what I came up with!  

~ As the owner of the local sex toy shop you find yourself developing a crush on a Cardinal from the local Satanic church ~

The prompt was: attempting to find out if they are single/available

Cardinal Copia x GN Reader (nsfw, 18+, mdni)

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Today was going to be the day.

You had been working up the courage for months at this point, ever since the man had first walked into your store.  He was definitely handsome, if a little old fashioned.  Not many people sported sideburns and mustaches anymore, but he pulled them both off.  It made him seem distinguished, especially with the salt and pepper strands creeping in at his temples. 

He was older than who you usually went for.  Of course maybe that was a good idea given your recent track record.  It seemed like most people your age weren’t ready to settle down yet.  You weren’t exactly looking to settle down yourself, the thought of a white picket fence and 2.5 kids was vaguely terrifying if you were being honest.  Unfortunately the main obstacle in your dating life was where you worked: Satan’s Toy Box.

It was rather irritating how fast some people would leave after learning you owned a sex supply shop.  You really didn’t know what the big deal was.  Some people were still way too hung up on topics surrounding sex.  It seemed like you either got people that were immediately turned off at the news or they thought you personally experimented with every item you sold.

Although honestly that wasn’t too far from the truth.

I mean, you had your limits, but you were taught that it was important for a business owner to know their product.  First hand experience and all that.  So if your products happened to be sex toys, so be it.  You’d never been one to shy away from some adventure in the bedroom.  Or out of it even.

Setting up shop in a town that also had a Satanic Church had seemed like a brilliant idea.  Kind of like Girl Scouts selling cookies right outside pot dispensaries.  It was a match made in Heaven.  Well, Hell.  Whatever.  Anyway, the various church members were regulars in your shop.  Siblings of Sin as they were called, people in masks called Ghouls, a few men in skull paint that called themselves ‘Papa’ and the man you had been trying to build up the courage to ask out: Cardinal Copia.

So yes, when Copia had waltzed into your store for the first time in a tight red suit you had been immediately interested.  He cut an interesting figure, what with the facial hair and the paint around his eyes and on his upper lip.  You had been behind the front counter and called out a welcome, but the poor man had been startled at your sudden voice and walked right into a display of neon butt plugs.

His cheeks had turned the same color of his suit and he tripped over an apology while trying to pick up the display.  You had rushed over to help, assuring him it was no problem while desperately trying not to stare at his face.  His Italian accent was giving you thoughts and it was possible when your hands both reached for the same neon pink butt plug you already had hearts in your eyes.

It was like you were starring in a Hallmark movie.

After everything had been cleaned up he had introduced himself and mentioned he was there to pick up an order for the church.  The transaction had gone quickly, only a little small talk before he had left with his large order of lube.  It was really adorable how often he felt the need to clarify it was for the church and not just him.  Like it mattered to you, you liked a man that was prepared.

By now though months had passed and you were fairly embarrassed with yourself that you hadn’t asked him out yet.  You just kept thinking he probably had some cute young sibling at the abbey.  Probably multiple siblings.  Why would he want to settle with one person when he was surrounded by beautiful people literally there to sin 24/7?  Plus you didn’t want to make things awkward, he was a regular customer after all. 

It’s just…what if he was interested as well?  He definitely had a flirty vibe whenever you spoke, but it’s possible he was just being nice.  There had been a few times he’d come in with some of the Ghouls and both times it looked like they had been arguing, only speaking in fierce whispers.  You wouldn’t have necessarily thought it was about you, but the last time they had been in the shop you overheard one of them tell Copia to ‘grow a pair’.

That had been what really drove you to decide that today was it, you were going to ask Cardinal Copia out on a date.  He was going to (maybe) say yes, you both would later have (probably) amazing sex and then in a year or so you’d (possibly) have that white picket fence everyone seemed to be clamoring for.  Or whatever the Satanic equivalent was, you weren’t going to be picky.

You had been doing laps around the shop all morning.  Dusting shelves and straightening products.  Making sure the movies were organized by genre and then alphabetized within each section.  The store hadn’t even been this clean when you first opened it.  As you made another meandering lap by the front door you stopped when you heard raised voices.

Creeping closer you peeked through the window expecting to see maybe a group of religious nuts or protestors, something you’d unfortunately dealt with before.  Instead what you saw was the Cardinal and a few of the Ghouls seemingly arguing with each other.  Not really wanting them to continue making a scene on the sidewalk, you swung the door open to ask if everything was ok, but Copia’s raised voice stopped you in your tracks.

“For the last time I’m not a virgin!”

Copia’s back was to you as he faced the other two, but you could see him tense up when the sound of the bell on your door registered.  One of the Ghoul’s immediately hung their head, the other covered their mouth with their hands to try and hide their laughter.  Honestly you wanted to laugh too, you could only imagine the look on poor Copia’s face.  He slowly turned around and his shoulders sagged when he saw you.  

“Good to know, Cardinal.”  You felt a little bad teasing him, but you also could have said something much, much worse.  He was lucky you liked him so much.  “Come on in!  I’ve got your order ready for you.”

You heard him mutter something to the Ghouls but they all trailed behind you inside the store.  The Ghouls took off to different corners, but Copia stayed behind you.  When he cleared his throat you turned nearly causing him to run into you.

“Cara mia, I’m not.  Uh, you know.”

“You’re not what?”

“A virgin.”

You gave him a soft smile, really it didn’t matter to you either way.  Experienced lovers were great but being able to teach someone was also great.  Really, really great.

“Oh well, it’s ok if you are.  I won’t judge.”

Copia fidgeted for a moment and reached a hand out to rest it on the nearby butt plug display.  The damn thing wasn’t very sturdy to do that, which he should know, so a few of the plugs fell off and clattered onto the floor.  You dug your teeth into your lip to stop from laughing, watching as he hurried to pick them up and get them back where they belonged.

“That’s very kind of you, but again, I’m not.”

He got everything back in place and then brushed his hands on the front of his suit, awkwardly resting them on his hips when he was done.  You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over him for a moment because really, those suits were a gift.  When Copia cleared his throat you quickly looked back up at his face.

“Ok.  Um, cool.”

God, why were you still talking about this?  Cool?  He would never agree to go on a date with you now.  You sighed and gave him a brief smile before turning to get behind the counter and grab the church’s delivery.  ��Yeah it’s super cool you aren’t a virgin, here’s the ten bottles of lube you ordered, have a great time’.  You were such an idiot.  Grunting you picked up the box and then set it on the counter. 

“Uh, actually, I had something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”  You glanced up from the box, watching as he nervously rubbed his hands together.  What could he possibly be nervous about?  He opened his mouth to continue but one of the Ghoul’s jogged up and slammed something down next to the box.

“Hey Boss, found the tentacle dildo you wanted.”

Copia immediately let loose a string of Italian and shoved the Ghoul away.

“For fucks sake Dewdrop would you piss off?!  Aether!”  The other Ghoul hurried up to the front, taking one look at the dildo then at the other Ghoul and sighed.

Aether grabbed the box and shoved it into Dewdrop’s hands.  He then grabbed the Ghoul by his shoulders and started pulling him out of the store.  Dewdrop was dragging and kicking his feet as he went, one kick sending the butt plug display flying and really, maybe you should just put that thing out of its misery.  You looked over to Copia, his cheeks as red as his suit as he looked at all the plugs scattered across the floor.  Again.

“Kids these days, huh?”  

Copia snorted and when you made your way around to pick everything up he leaned down and started helping you.

“I’m sorry, cara mia.  The Ghouls are a little uh, rambunctious.”

“No worries, we’re old hands at fixing this thing by now.”

You turned to smile at him, your smile growing when you saw that his cheeks were still red.  He picked up the last plug on the floor, but stared down at it for a moment before speaking.

“I feel like I’m always bringing chaos with me when I visit.”  Copia nibbled his lip briefly before handing the plug over.  “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

Oh if he only knew.  You stared at him for a moment, your mind going a mile a minute as you tried to get the courage to ask him out.

“Coffee?”

“Oh, si!  I can go get you a coffee!”

Shit.  You took a deep breath and reached a hand out to touch his arm.

“No, I meant, do you want to get a coffee…with me?”  Copia stood there for a moment, his mouth open and you instantly had a sinking feeling in your gut.  Fuck.  Ok, fuck.  That wasn’t what he meant, of course he would just want to go get you a coffee.  “I’m sorry, Cardinal!  That was unprofessional of me.  Just forget I said anything, let me get your receipt.”

As you started to rush by he shot out a hand and grasped your elbow.  You looked up at him, taking in his handsome features for what you hoped wasn’t the last time.

“What if I don’t want to?  Forget it, I mean.”

It took every ounce of self control you had not to start doing a little dance.

“So you do want to get coffee?  Together?”

“Si, si.  But I was actually hoping we could have dinner instead, would that be alright?”

Holy fuck.

“Yes!  I mean yes, dinner would be great.”

“Bene!  Molto bene.”  Copia was positively beaming at you and you probably looked exactly the same.  “Would tomorrow night work, cara?”

“Yes, that would be great.  I close at 6 so anytime after that.”

“Okie dokie, I will be here at 6.  Then dinner.”

You were afraid to open your mouth again and let out the ridiculous screeching sound you wanted to make so you just smiled wider and hurried off toward the counter.  When you turned with the receipt in your hand you bumped right into his chest, not realizing he had followed you.

“Oh, sorry Cardinal!”

Ugh, could you embarrass yourself any more today?  Copia didn’t seem bothered though, he took the receipt from you with one hand and with the other he pulled your hand to his mouth.  He placed a quick kiss on the back, smiling softly at you after.

“It’s Copia to you, cara mia.”  He dropped another kiss onto your hand and then slowly started walking backwards toward the door.  Copia looked a little smug watching as your hand remained frozen in the air.  “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

You were grinning like an idiot now, barely holding in the dreamy sigh that was desperately wanting to come out.  Copia gave you an equally goofy smile back and then spun on his heel to leave.  Unfortunately he ran right into the display again and once more your floor was covered in neon colored butt plugs.

Ok, maybe not exactly like a Hallmark movie, but close enough for you.

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my masterlist

my ao3

[clove-pinks]

I had to go to Michigan today for Business Reasons, and my wife drove me because my car is still being fixed for an issue under warranty. I was able to enjoy more of the trip as a passenger and smiled to see signs for Frenchtown (Charter Township)—just like in the War of 1812!

I can't believe how close I am to River Raisin National Battlefield!!! This is even more exciting news than the fact that the same town also has approximately one million recreational marijuana dispensaries. (Yes Michigan, I have seen the 'Welcome Oh-HIGH-oans!' billboard).

It was a very scenic drive, crossing over the land divided by huge rivers in the vicinity of the Lost Pennisula, and we went over Glass City Skyway bridge, crossing the Maumee River with the museum ships of the National Museum of the Great Lakes moored below.

Here it is from the perspective of museum tug Ohio!

[eyeofnewtblog]

Things that happen at work:

Warehouse Manager, who is the prankster of the office, and after exactly 1 (one) request to be involved in scheming: Hey, so, you know how I hired that one customer service ladies kid? Yeah, he just turned 21 yesterday and was super excited about being able to go to a dispensary. Can you make up a fake drug test?

Me: Oh god, I literally have the perfect form already printed out, like it’s supposed to be for the drivers to go get their med cards renewed, but it’s a whole thing, we do our drug testing at the same facility, company, whatever, it’ll be perfect!

Warehouse Manager: *legit evil giggles* Okay, let me know how it goes!

Me, to the new warehouse kid, in front of all the other warehouse workers who are by now In On It: Hey, so, you’ve been selected for a random drug screening. Here’s the paperwork you need to bring to them, you’ll need to fill in your legal name and social security number right here. The facility is right across the street, but they close at 3 pm so you’ll need to get over there before the end of your shift. *walks the fuck away before I can’t keep a straight face anymore, because that poor kid literally just froze up, like whole body clenching*

Me, after about ten minutes, to Lead Warehouse Guy: Hey, I think it’s been long enough, and honestly if he actually goes over there for a drug screening with that particular form they WILL charge the company and I don’t actually want to get in real, legit trouble…

Lead Warehouse Guy: Yeah, I hear you. Wait here, but keep the serious face on as long as possible.

Lead Warehouse Guy: *gathers up the new kid, takes the paperwork from him, and leads him over to me, I can’t hear anything that they’re saying but he’s obviously being comforting but serious, manly hand on shoulder type stuff, they get real quiet as they get up to me*

Lead Warehouse Guy, very seriously: Brandon, ultimately, what we need you to know right now, is…*rips the paperwork up*…that you’ve been fucked with.

New warehouse kid: *breaks into relieved cackles* OH MY GOD YOU GUYS HAD ME! Oh man, I already texted my mom, holy fuck, oh man, I thought I was SO gonna be fired! Oh thank god ! Whoo! Yes! Okay! All of you suck! I mean, that was good, but holy fuck that sucked!

Me, after I’m done catching my breath: Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry! I really am! I’m so sorry! But it really was funny…I’ll make you muffins or cake or whatever, I’ll bring it in Monday, okay?

New kid, still recovering: Yeah, sure, whatever you want to do? Sure?

[16-animated-rats-in-a-trenchcoat]

Dazai Taking Care of Chuuya After he used Corruption Headcannons

Personally, I refuse to believe that Dazai just leaves Chuuya to rot in the infirmary/hospital after using corruption. Am I delusional? probably. but we have to be a little delulul to live in this fandom. Anyway, enjoy

Dazai always gives Chuuya shit for being injured (in a joking way)

Despite jokingly giving him crap, Dazai feels guilty that Chuuya is constantly nearly dying.

Chuuya really hates feeling useless. This causes some tension between the pair because Dazai feels guilty that Chuuya keeps nearly dying so he tries to help him get better to 'make up' for it. Meanwhile, Chuuya wants to prove he isn't useless and can take care of himself.

Chuuya is really bad at relying on others when he needs help. Eventually, he comes around to Dazai helping him but under the condition that Dazai also reaches out for help if he needs it.

Dazai uses his time with Chuuya to perfect his cooking. there's this common misconception that he can't cook because he doesn't really eat much (and when he does it's instant ramen) but honestly, he could chuck moldy vegetables in a pot and make them taste good. Cooking is a science and Dazai is a genius, it makes sense.

Dazai sometimes pranks Chuuya with his cooking though, he just feeds him the most vile dishes possible.

I feel like Chuuya enjoys writing. He would rather die than tell anyone about it though, let alone Dazai. And yet, without fail, Chuuya's writing notebook and a new ergonomic pen (a pen meant for people with carpel tunnel or other wrist/hand pains) will appear next to his bedside table.

The pharmacy near Chuuya's house knows Dazai's name because he is always doing painkiller runs. At first, they think he is an addict but then he pulls the mafia card and they just... turn a blind eye. (yes the mafia would have their own drug dispensary but it's quicker to go to the local place 5 mins down the road)

They have a huge watch list. Whenever Chuuya is out of action they sit down with the list and decide which movies/TV shows they're going to binge.

They take bets on how the movies will end and what the plot twists will be

[stenka-razin]

You voted right? If you did, here's something not Election Day related to preoccupy your brain with. Billy Corgan is making a stink about not being on those Best Guitarists Ever listicles. Now I've read a few of these and the rankings are all bull, but that said?? I think King Clown WPC has a point! Anyone who has suffered through a Smashing Pumpkins reissue bonus disc knows the dude is a dispensary for riffs. Half of these bonus discs are sick ass riffs he never bothered making into a full song. Even his new stuff which, let's be honest, IS BAD, has lot's of good parts to it. And he has range! Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness (dumb title btw) has some beautiful melodic passages (Tonight Tonight) walls of atmosphere (Porcelina) sludge ugliness (X.Y.U.) and even the almighty rockety rocking riff (Bullet). And they all sound like Corgan through and through. And not to underplay Iha (who is also great, and wrote Blew Away god damn it) but the fact that these elements are preserved on later, Ihaless albums does make me willing to give it to Corgo as a guitarist if nothing else. It's also telling that, when Iha did come back they didn't get good again so hmmm I dunno, discussion for another post. But yes, I will give Billy Corgan props as a guitar dude.

[slipping-is-doing-things]

Welcome to C&K Incorporated where we put the future in your hands

Word count: 639

Warnings: distribution of illegal substances, overall shady business practices, your dealing with shady business men who have enough power and money to sway governments— what else are you expecting?

Notes: While this post is being treated like a short story it's both an introduction to my Original Character's Caine and Kaine while introducing their company.

Artwork credit: 妖男子メーカー through picrew and Krmr through picrew

Founder information

Kaine Yone Shizka

C&K Incorporated was started by Caine Malne and Kaine Shizka in an joint partnership that blended two beloved companies into what it is today. Our founders and current CEO's welcome you to our family.

Caine Ifer Malne

Kaine Shizka was born into the royal family on Fynve-IV planetary system. After leaving he started Yone and Company, an once small distribution company that now stands as the second largest distribution and transportation company that side of the nebula. Kaine now acts as both the front of C&K Inc and one of the CEO's.

Caine Malne was born on Pamu in the Otais system. Born into an small family he started his business from scratch, starting out in an garage he made the now used nebula wide Optix™ artificial intelligence and auto navigator. After the success from Optix he founded Mintext, an computer software and parts company. Years later he came into ownership of multiple companies that now work under the C&K Incorporated name. He now stands as one of the CEO's and head of development for the continued updates for Optix™ and other software.

Current business and operations

Caine and Kaine incorporated has businesses on multiple planets and different nebula's. From shipping operations, manufacturing, software and physical stores alongside our online services we are sure to have what you need.

Currently we are manufacturing over 950 parts of different kinds of devices, medical parts, furniture and more. If you need assistance with your manufacturing needs email us at 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍.

Our shipping is the top of the line, beating most available competitors. Where others won't go we will, need to ship something to earth when our competitors say it's to dangerous? We'll do it. All we need is the receivers name, address, plant, galaxy/or equivalent and payment and your package will be on its way. Please see our other website for all your shipping needs.

Company wide updates

10-23-2023

Any shipments regarding Silas Quinn or Moore are to be expedited. If shipments are found under those names they are to be recorded and sent to Malne no questions asked.

05-11-2018

We are sure you're all aware but we will no longer be seeing Malne in promotional materials or hiring process. We ask that everyone is respectful for what happened to Malne even though he is still able to work, Shizka is aware that Malne was turned into a dog, a Newfoundland in particular. If you see Malne treat him with respect, he's still very capable even.

Yes we are aware someone called him "An goodist boy" we are still very concerned and confused as to why anyone would speak to there superior in such an way. Refrain from it or dispensary action's will be taken.

01-01-2017

Happy New Year everyone! While we are aware that the intergalactic Federation is looking into our business practices that doesn't mean anyone is getting laid off. What they are looking into will have no affects on your employment. We are exited to see you all back after the holidays.

Best wishes, Caine and Kaine.

Intergalactic Federation correspondence

While the Federation is partners with C&K Inc we do not support there illegal affairs and active movements to hide information on wanted criminals.

In the past 30 years sense C&K Inc started working in Federation space there has been over 150 packages seized with illegal substances, weaponry, chemicals and stolen goods. It's currently unknown if this is done by the owners of C&K Inc given the records for the shipments not holding illegal goods. Contrary to belief C&K Inc has on multiple occasions willing shared the names and other information of those snuggling and selling illegal goods. Those actions helping arrest 30 people and help take down multiple drug operations.

Given the company's behavior they have received an 6/10 rating for user safety and satisfaction.

[traditional-with-a-twist]

xlvi. Beauty and Her Beast

@bubblesthemonsterartist *crying* *with laughter* *but also just crying* you know them wayyy better than they do

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Shirayuki rents a room above the apothecary in town.

It reminds her of her old room - the first place she stayed in Clarines before she thought of applying to become a royal apprentice.

The apothecary’s wife brings her breakfast in the morning, just like the kind lady had in Wistal.

The deep southern holdings are not so different from the capital city, even in this little town situated nowhere in particular.

...

It is not near the ports, yet some miles distant from the Haruka estate residence.

She is glad to have found work there, relieved to make herself useful with small tasks. She had offered herself only as an extra pair of hands, happy to exercise a broom or a dustrag, but the man has begun to assign her more technical work, as he observes her care and skill.

It began after she dusted the storage shelves for him, unconsciously rearranging items left out of place. Next he had asked her to boil nettles for him, then to peel roots.

Now she chops herbs and mixes poultices alongside him, according to his recipes.

If he suspects that this young woman with the bright eyes and hair bound up in a scarf has had prior training, he does not ask.

People are quieter here in the south.

...

Shirayuki rises with the sun and retires long after it has set. 

She’s glad for the hard work, glad for a chance to help someone, glad that she can keep her hands busy and her mind full.

At night she is too tired to think, and she sleeps without dreaming.

...

One morning the apothecary’s wife knocks at the door of the dispensary. 

Shirayuki is inside alone, refreshing the stock. Her master has left for the day, gone to make purchases at the market. He handed her the keys without hesitating, leaving the work to her own discretion.

She has been bent over the workbench for hours already, sifting, weighing, trimming, and sorting.

At the knock, she looks up with a smile.

...

The woman’s face is drawn, tense with nerves.

Shirayuki starts up from her chair, wondering what is amiss.

“A messenger for you, little miss,” her hostess says. “A…a royal messenger.”

...

Shirayuki stops thinking. She does not think of the letters, folded in a neat bundle upstairs with her few belongings.

She does not think of the replies she never wrote, the new address she never forwarded.

She only nods. “Thank you, I’ll come right away.”

...

Lifting her work-stained apron over her head, Shirayuki folds it neatly on the bench. She slips off her gloves and walks out, not thinking to worry about the smock she wears or the kerchief on her head.

In the foyer of the shop, a stranger waits. 

White cloth drops down from a snug blue cap; the folds of his cape cross over the shoulders. A star-flower etched in gold seals his livery.

The royal messenger of Clarines snaps a salute. 

��Lady Shirayuki!” he hails her.

The  apothecary’s wife gasps, her eyes widening as their shop assistant curtseys in reply.

...

In Shirayuki’s mind’s eye, she sees the pages of her life turning. 

She had flipped all the way back to the beginning, trying to start a new story, but here she is repeating the old one.

She looks into the messenger’s face and hopes she can say yes to whatever this one wants to ask her.

...

“A missive, my lady,” he says, extending a packet, “from Lord Haruka.”

Confusion sweeps her thoughts.

Of all the people who might have tracked her here, of everyone who might wish to know her whereabouts and re-establish communication, Lord Haruka is the last she would have expected.

After the many ways she has disappointed and frustrated him, including the greatest disappointment and frustration of all in her choice to marry his son, what could he want with her?

“Lord Haruka has sent a message to me?” she repeats, brow furrowed.

...

“Ah,” the messenger sees her mistake. “No, my lady, it is addressed to—to—” 

He falters, searching for the appropriate address, and ends uncertainly: “--to Lord Haruka’s heir.”

“Oh.”

...

If Shirayuki had known more of the intricacies of the court’s delicate workings, she might have noted that Lord Haruka’s mission must have proved unsuccessful thus far — he had yet to establish Obi’s legal claim to the inheritance he had named him for.

Otherwise the conferral of all the associated rights and authorities, even while much of it remained in potentia, must surely have included some form of respectful address.

Obi’s father may have recognized his son, but Clarines still had yet to embrace him.

...

Shirayuki knew nothing of this, however. She only knew that she could not say yes to the messenger after all.

She looks at the outstretched paper, awaiting her reception, and then she folds her hands.

“I’m sorry,” Shirayuki says quietly, “but Obi isn’t here.”

...

The messenger bowed. “Indeed, my lady, his lordship is aware that, ah, the—Obi, that he has left Clarines.”

Shirayuki’s head jerked up. “Left Clarines? But where has he gone?”

The messenger coughs, further discomfited. “His whereabouts are not, ah, known, my lady, that is to his lordship, though—”

She gazes at him, unaware of the embarrassment she has brought on herself in giving evidence of their separation.

“My orders are to inform his next of kin,” the messenger hastened to conclude. He was anxious now only to take his leave.

...

His discomfort registers with Shirayuki at last. She colors and offers him an apologetic smile. “Oh! That’s all right, then.”

She accepts the envelope with both hands and dips another curtsey.

“Sorry for the trouble — I’ll keep it safe,” she promises.

...

The paper weighs in her hands. She doesn’t know what will become of it, or how it will ever find its way to its intended recipient, but now is not the time to decide.

Her eyes move from the window, where frost decorates the sill, to the messenger’s hands. She wonders if his fingers are red and chapped inside his gloves.

“Won’t you drink something hot before you go?” she asks him.

...

When he has gone, Shirayuki returns to her work.

The apothecary’s wife makes a noise of protest as Shirayuki slips the apron over her head, perhaps feeling that her guest has revealed herself as deserving of less workmanlike attire, but Shirayuki only smiles abstractedly.

After wringing her hands in indecision for a moment, the woman gives it up and retires. She’ll put it to her husband’s judgment when he gets back in the morning.

It isn’t in her nature to ask questions.

...

Alone again, Shirayuki sits at the workbench. She begins pinching and clipping, folding and stacking, a distant look in her eye.

...

That night in her room, Shirayuki takes the letter from her apron pocket and holds it under the lamp to examine it.

There is no address, only the Haruka seal.

“Left Clarines,” she repeats softly to herself.

...

She could not bring herself to leave, any more than she could return to Wistal, but she can understand why Obi wouldn’t stay.

Where will he go now — south to Tanbarun? North past Laxdo? East to lands she has never seen, cannot even imagine in their variety?

He drifts from her, a distant figure in a shadowy landscape.

...

Bowing her head over the letter, Shirayuki whispers, “I hope you will be happier there.”

......

A/N: the letters in her room are from this chapter. I realize it's been, erm, a while since then.

[leafdebrief]

Hi friends 👋

This is mostly a message for people on/from Twitter, and for me to repost as a link over there. Tumblr does long-form better and I can't think of any other way to communicate this effectively without a lot of writing, so here's the deal.

I'm getting close to finished compiling the various things I need to send for my pre-2023 mail people (yes, I am still doing this because I collect first and send when everything is perfect) and tying up a lot of loose projects. There's still a lot of work to do but with the time I've been not tweeting, I've been painting, soldering, building, videoing and editing my busy little hands away in preparation for surprises to come. BUT—

I need to get even more serious now. Or at least as serious as someone like myself can muster.

Right now, for me that means laying out my Grand Plan for this year on this post and then getting right to it. I'm addressing the Twitter fam directly because for you, dear friends, that will kinda mean I won't be on Twitter that much anymore. Really this time.

Yeah yeah, I know. We all threw up our arms and threatened to leave umpteen times, and then we all settled to stick around to watch it all burn, and for a while I was satisfied with that pace. It was fun watching the fire.

But the fire has already been reduced to embers.

Now it just feels like standing in front of a smouldering pile of garbage and gleefully inhaling its toxic fumes.

For the last few months, Twitter has slowly but very steadily been silencing the people I want to talk to—in a number of different ways—or outright making them disappear from me. Or worse still, replacing them. With what?

Antivaxxer

Antivaxxer

Transphobe

Elon Musk

Climate change denier

Literal nazi

Elon Musk

Antivaxxer

Everything I see everywhere in this place and now in my life is telling me in no uncertain terms: "mobilize now".

Bad actors are already mobile. The pandemic created an opportunity for our collective horseshit to fester, and now it is very commonplace to see people who publicly—and often violently—act out their racist, phobic, misogynist agendas in the real world. Stuff that nobody would dream of saying out loud 10 years ago for fear of getting punched are now everywhere I look. Nazis used be a Not Cool thing.

But people are literally dying.

I've been trying my level best to stick around and keep up morale on behalf of those who are being actively targeted, but then the shooting at start of the Lunar New Year gave me a shake. Once again, the target is people who look like the person I love most in the world. Her whole family. All of the people in my life that I hold dear, in fact, are targets in one way or another.

The funny thing is, violent extremism isn't even the worst threat we're facing. The walls are closing in from every direction: unfettered spread of deadly viruses is past the point of fixing, and ecological collapse the likes of which our civilization has not ever seen will happen in the next 10 years.

Does that mean I'm giving up the fight to go take care of myself and mine?

Don't be absurd. I'm just angrier.

Lucky for me and nobody else, the coping mechanism I developed for my anger in my 20s is doing everything faster. Like, way faster. More aggressively too.

But I need to focus and organize my efforts a bit better so I can start doing things out in the Real World™. The good news is that I already started preparing for this months ago and have a headstart now.

Basically, I think what I need to do is integrate all my various battles into one ongoing project/series/lifestyle, so I can just always be working towards those various goals while still creating content that can use any platform available to spread reach and find new ways to fix things.

Here's the plan:

Tour de'Brief is happening for real. I will be touching more grass this year, in different cities, to visit the various dispensaries I've become close with and talk with locals about local issues (keeping myself and others as safe from disease as possible naturally). Why?

Well for starters, it's the disposable thing again! I will be personally trying to make storeowners commit to getting rid of theirs, in exchange for an LD-exclusive battery recycling bin (to be sent to me for collection) and a bunch of assorted creations for all their employees. Yeah, I made stuff. Lots of it.

Twitter presence will ramp down to a mostly communicative one: announce things posted on other platforms, coordinate things with people, answer questions, and probably Spaces. Maybe the odd shitpost here and there, but I'll be draining my drafts folder for the foreseeable future. Does that mean... no more content??

Actually, no, it means NEW content—I'm going back into the YouTubes! Going full production mode, even more content hopefully. Big ambitious videos with all our friends, collaborations with musicians.. and Twitter hanging around in my back pocket to connect with those collaborators. I am turning into a television set.

Tumblr will still work for long-form writing, but also with more focus on showcasing finished works (paintings, trays, electronics, etc). There's lots of stuff to show now since I've been saving it up.

The podcast! (Wait, what??) That's right, I'm booting it back up! The format will be more guest-based since I have all you great pals to talk to now.

That mailing list! Once I'm done with friendmail, I'm going to just start randomly sending you shit, as was my original plan. #FreeDrugs is forever!!!

What I need most right now is a way to cover more ground. The way I've decided to achieve that is by being a pest, so.. the usual really, but much more personal this time around. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar though, so I'll be needing lots of time to make bad creations that will hopefully entice a store of people to temporarily tolerate my presence.

If this sounds like a bad plan, it might very well be. But stick with me here—

My thought is that I can use the opportunity presented by fighting my climate battle to shoehorn in whatever other missions need attention depending on the geographical area. Different places have different problems; I need to learn about how each community tackles them, if at all, and gather context.. read the vibes... then break shit!

Figuratively that is.

Of course there will be plenty of literal breakages, and that's part of the fun!

I am preparing for the world to look very different, and very Not Good, in the coming 5-10 years—the extent to which is not clear to me yet. I would be narcissistic and delusional to think I am going to save the world by collecting batteries from pot shops and arguing with the locals, but I need to do everything.. anything.. that I can, all at once preferably, while trying to expand my reach organically by essentially docu-series-ing the next year as it happens.

It's gonna be wild itellyouwhat.

This Friday we'll have a good bash before I quiet down the Twitter presence indefinitely, but I want to still be reachable and connect with the people I met there. It's a hard line to draw. There will be lots of mail goes back and forth though, so I'll still be retweeting and replying whenever possible.

If Spaces disappears, I have an entire mailing list of friends—digitally now!—and the means to operate outside of Twitter in a variety of different ways. We will continue to connect digitally until I make it to your hometown, and until then I will continue to mail things to anyone on that list... you're helping to make my video content, see?

We always make the greatest team.

[bearsbeetsbeskar]

Question

would anyone be interested in a lil sneak peek at something I'm working on with my love @serenaxpedro?

featuring our beloved grumpy old man Joel who gets a prescription for medical marijuana because of his back pain and reader works in the dispensary? 🧓🏻 🍃💨

[drip-diamonds]

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Look for feedback from other wholesale buyers. Reviews can provide insights into product quality, customer service, and delivery reliability.

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Step 1: Determine Your Needs • Decide on the quantity you require. Most wholesalers offer discounts based on order size. • Identify the specific type of drip diamonds you want (e.g., flavor profiles, strain types).

Step 2: Contact the Supplier

Reach out to potential suppliers to request: • Product samples for quality testing. • Pricing details, including bulk discounts. • Shipping and delivery terms.

Step 3: Verify Compliance

Ensure the supplier adheres to your state’s cannabis laws. Purchasing from an unlicensed source could lead to legal issues or financial loss.

Step 4: Review Payment and Shipping Policies • Confirm accepted payment methods. • Understand the supplier’s refund or replacement policies in case of damaged or missing goods. • Check whether the supplier uses secure and discreet shipping methods to protect your purchase.

Red Flags to Avoid When Buying Wholesale 1. No Licensing Information: If a supplier cannot provide proof of their cannabis license, avoid them. 2. No Lab Results: Products without third-party lab results may be unsafe or falsely advertised. 3. Unrealistic Prices: If the deal seems too good to be true, it probably is. 4. Limited Contact Information: Reputable suppliers should provide transparent contact details and be easy to reach.

Top Benefits of Partnering with Reputable Wholesale Suppliers • Reliable Quality: Trusted suppliers prioritize consistent quality. • Strong Relationships: Building long-term partnerships can lead to exclusive deals and priority access to new products. • Business Support: Many wholesalers offer marketing resources and education to help you sell their products effectively.

Frequently Asked Questions

Can I buy drip diamonds wholesale if I’m not a business owner?

In most states, wholesale cannabis purchases are reserved for licensed dispensaries and businesses. Check your state’s laws before attempting to purchase wholesale as an individual.

Are there minimum order requirements for wholesale purchases?

Yes, most wholesalers have minimum order requirements, which can range from a few grams to several ounces.

Can I resell drip diamonds legally?

You can only resell drip diamonds if you have the appropriate licenses and permits required by your state.

Conclusion

Buying drip diamonds wholesale online can be a cost-effective way to stock up on this premium cannabis product, but it’s crucial to prioritize quality, legality, and reliability. Research suppliers thoroughly, verify their credentials, and always request lab-tested products.

By following these steps, you’ll not only secure high-quality drip diamonds but also build lasting relationships with trusted suppliers, ensuring consistent access to one of the most potent cannabis products on the market.

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Can I Buy Cannabis Clones? A Comprehensive Guide

The cannabis industry is booming, and many growers are asking the question: “Can I buy cannabis clones?” The answer is yes, but it’s not as straightforward as it may seem. Finding healthy, high-quality cannabis clones requires careful consideration, whether you’re buying from a local dispensary or online. In this guide, we’ll explore where to buy cannabis clones, the challenges associated with each option, and why Get Seeds Right Here is the top choice for clones online.

Understanding Cannabis Clones

Cannabis clones are cuttings from mature plants that are grown to produce genetically identical offspring. They offer several advantages, including:

Consistency: Clones eliminate the variability of seed-grown plants.

Time Savings: Skip the seed germination process.

Predictable Results: Since they’re genetically identical, you can anticipate yield, potency, and growth patterns.

Where Can I Buy Cannabis Clones?

Buying Cannabis Clones from Dispensaries

Dispensaries occasionally sell cannabis clones, but availability can be inconsistent and limited. Here are some things to consider:

Inconsistent Stock: Many dispensaries focus on selling flower, edibles, and concentrates, so clones may only be available sporadically.

Limited Strain Selection: Even when clones are available, the strain options are often minimal compared to online retailers.

Unknown Health Status: Clones sold at dispensaries might not come with the same health guarantees as those from specialized suppliers.

Why Dispensary Clones May Not Be Ideal

While dispensaries are convenient, they may not always prioritize clone quality. Limited care during storage or handling could lead to:

Stressed plants that struggle to thrive.

Increased risk of pests or diseases.

Lower genetic quality compared to clones from specialized providers.

Buying Cannabis Clones Online

Online retailers offer the widest selection of cannabis clones, but finding a trustworthy source is critical. The internet is filled with both reputable suppliers and those that fall short of expectations. Here’s what you need to know:

Extensive Variety: While dispensaries may stock only a handful of strains, online clone suppliers generally carry between 10 and 50 strains on average. However, some leading retailers go well beyond this range.

Convenience: Buying clones online means you can shop from anywhere and have your order shipped directly to your door.

Quality Variability: Unfortunately, not all online suppliers deliver on their promises, making it essential to do your research.

Tips for Buying Cannabis Clones Online

To ensure you get high-quality clones online, follow these guidelines:

Read Reviews: Look for verified customer reviews to gauge the supplier’s reputation.

Check Guarantees: Reputable sellers often provide guarantees on plant health and genetics.

Verify Shipping Practices: Ensure the retailer has experience shipping live plants and uses protective packaging.

Ask Questions: Reach out to the supplier if you have concerns about the clone’s health or origin.

Assess Selection: Prioritize suppliers with a broad range of strains to fit your specific growing needs.

Challenges of Buying Cannabis Clones

The Risks of Dispensary Clones

While dispensaries can offer convenience, the challenges include:

Unpredictable Availability: You might not find clones every time you visit.

Limited Expertise: Staff may not specialize in clone health or provide adequate advice for new growers.

Health Concerns: Without proper storage, clones may arrive in less-than-ideal condition.

The Risks of Online Clones

Buying online has its own challenges, such as:

Scams or Low-Quality Products: Not all sellers are legitimate, and some may ship unhealthy or misrepresented clones.

Limited Selection: While most online retailers stock between 10 and 50 strains, some fail to meet growers’ needs for variety and quality.

Why Get Seeds Right Here Is the Best Online Source for Cannabis Clones

Unparalleled Selection

Get Seeds Right Here offers an extensive catalog of cannabis clones, featuring over 500 strains on their clone menu — the largest selection available online. Whether you’re looking for high-yielding strains, potent THC levels, or specific terpene profiles, you’ll find what you need.

Variety of Strains: Options for every grower, from beginner-friendly to advanced cultivars.

Verified Genetics: Clones are sourced from stabilized, premium genetics to ensure consistent results.

Superior Shipping Practices

Shipping live plants is an art, and Get Seeds Right Here has perfected it. Here’s what sets them apart:

Protective Packaging: Clones are carefully secured to prevent damage in transit.

Temperature Control: Shipping methods are designed to protect plants from extreme heat or cold.

Fast Delivery: Orders are processed and shipped quickly to minimize stress on the plants.

Trusted by Growers Nationwide

Growers across the country rely on Get Seeds Right Here or their cloning needs. Here’s why:

Health Guarantees: Each clone is pest-free, disease-free, and in optimal health upon arrival.

Educational Resources: Access to care guides and expert advice ensures your clones thrive.

Exceptional Customer Service: The team at Get Seeds Right Here goes above and beyond to address any concerns or questions.

Final Thoughts

If you’re wondering, “Can I buy cannabis clones?” the answer is a resounding yes. However, finding healthy, high-quality clones requires careful consideration. While dispensaries may offer convenience, they often fall short in terms of selection and clone health. Online retailers provide the best options, but it’s essential to verify their reputation and practices.

Get Seeds Right Here stands out as the best source for cannabis clones online. With over 500 strains to choose from, superior shipping practices, and a commitment to customer satisfaction, they are the top choice for growers. With their help, you can start your grow with confidence, knowing your clones are set up for success.

Key Takeaways

Cannabis clones are available from dispensaries and online retailers, but quality varies.

Dispensary clones often have limited strain options and inconsistent availability.

Online clones offer greater variety, but you must carefully vet the supplier.

Get Seeds Right Here is the best choice for buying cannabis clones online, offering over 500 strains and exceptional service.

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