#a whole nother hurdle

[weemopuu]

omg i promise I'm not dead just busy

I'm slowly working on the last bit but school's been eating up most of my freetime haha... orz

also I hit 100 follows on my alt blog so thanks for that!! once the final part is out. I'll think of smth to do for the next milestone hehe

[preg-canis-limus]

Naga king and his new human

You are the newest concubine in a Naga King's collection. In an agreement between his kingdom and yours, you were sent as a representative of your people to join the king's haram. You were at a sort of loss; you were but a small human in this swarm of nagas dressed in jewels and fine silks. They didn't have anything that fit you, so you had to make your own clothes from their silks and fix your own jewelry with whatever small pieces you could find. You felt out of place amidst their shiny scales. The great equalizer was, however, how you were expected to bear the king's children.

Again, you were a bit out of your element. Nagas were oviparous, and there was worry throughout the court if your body would be able to handle it. So until the day came, they decided it was best to get you comfortable with your expected duties with some "Exposure therapy."

You sat in on EVERYTHING, from lessons for the concubines to their cooking to cultural events to even bathing, which left you a little flustered. But not as much as the nightly duties; you sat in as the other naga tended to the king and learned a lot about naga anatomy in the process. Naga sex is so ROUGH. The first time you saw the king's two, not one but two, giant cock's emerge from his slit, you almost choked on your own spit. Long, thick, and TWO OF THEM, yeah, you now understood the apprehension, but you watched anyway. You watched as they kissed, long tongues slithering down throats, clawed hands grabbing at areas of exceptionally soft skin. It was a whole nother world compared to human sex. You watched as their tails curled around each other, and the king finally lined up one of this cock's with the concubine's slit; almost on command, the slit opened and gaped for the king, and he entered without a second thought. You sat there, watching their coiling bodies, and imagined yourself in the concubine's place, wondering if the king would do the same to you. You didn't have a naga tail, and you're almost certain your slit can't just open on command. Would he be rough with you like that? Would you like it? Would he coil around your body, bending your arms and legs so you couldn't move while he takes you without abandon? You hate to admit, or maybe you don't, that the thought of it riles you up and has you shuffling in your seat, hoping for some friction to relieve the minor but encroaching ache.

The birthing process was also a hurdle you had to overcome, so like with everything, you sat in on the other concubines laying their clutches. It was stressful in that room; surrounded by attendents, the room was hot and busting with energy. You watched as the concubines were tended to, almost pampered, as naga birth was less... active than human birth but even more lengthy with the large number of eggs they had to lay. You watched as each egg slowly slipped out of their holes, one by one, a wet plop accompanying their descent. You watched intently, the slight bump under skin as the eggs traveled down to their holes before falling out into the rest of the pile.

It didn't look pleasant, but it looked... stimulating. Your senses would be overwhelmed as your body pushes out egg after apple-sized egg. You watched, intrigued, facinated at how they could perform such a feat. You lay in bed at night, imagining how it felt. Did hormones numb the feeling, or could you feel every inch of each egg as they traveled through you? Did it feel good? The occasional wave of pleasure amidst a sea of discomfort. Each day, you watched, and each night, you lay staring at the ceiling as you fantasized about the shape and feel of every egg eventually passing through your body. After a while, you couldn't help but look forward to it. To the day you would finally be taken and made for sire a brood. While you're sure the experience may be glamorized in your sexually pent-up eyes, you can't help but fanaticize, obsess, or desire the experience. The passionate sex, the feeling of being filled with eggs, and the intimacy of laying them make your head spin in ways it never has before, and you don't know if you'll ever be the same.

Now, being all riled up at everything you've witnessed, the king was surprised at how eagerly you wiggled your soaked cunt against his cocks.

[sytoran]

𝐈'𝐌 (𝐂)𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ⌇ wanda maximoff

summary: when they said 'white christmas', you thought it meant being covered in snow. not...... this.

☰ PAIRING: sub!wanda x dom!gn!reader

☰ TAGS: modern!au, smut (18+), first times, loss of virginity, corruption, rough sex, body worship, teasing, fingering, nipple play, you make wanda squirt for the first time, then you overstimulate her 'cause you're a fuckin' tease

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pining for wanda maximoff was one thing, but being best friends with her troublemaker twin brother pietro was a whole ‘nother hurdle you couldn’t leap over.

she was so alluring, in the best and worst sense. with the wide emerald eyes and the little skirts she wore and the adorable nose scrunch.

pietro would probably kill you if he found out what was going on inside your creative imagination every time you went over to his place (which he shared with wanda).

in your defense, it had started as something innocent: stumbling into her the first time you went over to hang out with pietro, with bashful apologies and not-so-hidden blushes. she had looked at you in a wondrous awe, green eyes sparkling with hidden intent.

then you started coming over more often, and you started stumbling into her more often. it was totally unintentional, though. definitely…

“oi, help me put up the decorations!” pietro called out to you from the living room. december had swung round again, and you were helping the maximoffs prepare for the jolly season of christmas.

when you entered the living room, you were enraptured by the many colourful decorations, the center of attention being the huge christmas tree. it was adorned with silver and red ornaments, not to forget the myriad of wrapped presents under its evergreen leaves.

to your right, wanda was standing on her tip-toes, trying to put a wreath on a part of the wall she couldn’t quite reach. you quickly scanned your surroundings, to find that pietro was preoccupied with something else.

seizing the opportune moment, you approached the redhead from behind. you reached up to help her hold the wreath, smiling as she let out a soft gasp at your presence.

“may i?” you asked wanda softly, your warm breath hitting her skin. the redhead quickly nodded, looking down, the tips of her ears burning a bright red. as you stood behind her, you saw her thighs clench deliciously and your eyes darkened, a smirk finding its way onto your face.

guess wanda wasn’t that innocent.

as you placed the wreath above your heads, you allowed your crotch to brush against her ass for the slightest moment. “there you go,” you murmured softly, right above wanda’s ear.

you swore you saw wanda bite her lip, but then pietro was coming towards the two of you, and the moment had ended as quickly as it had begun.

later that day after the festivities and a hearty dinner, you and the maximoff twins were settled down to watch a movie.

right as you were about to hit play on ‘home alone’, pietro jumped up from his seat, clutching his phone while staring at it with a horrified expression.

“what is it?” wanda asked concernedly at his frantic state.

“oh shit, i left my car at the car wash!”

“what the- how-”

“no, trust me, i’m not dumb. so i went to bring my car for a wash, but then i wanted to eat sour patch kids, so i went to the convenience store at the petrol kiosk, but then there were no sour patch kids, so i ran to the supermarket, but then after buying them i forgot about my car, so i just went back home, thinking i had gone to the grocery store on a regular occasion-”

“that is quite dumb.” wanda interrupts, a grin forming on her face. you would’ve agreed wholeheartedly, if not for the fit of crushing laughter overtaking your body.

wanda watches you with a certain amusement, and by the time you’ve stopped making fun of your best friend, he was already out of the house, the door nearly swinging off its hinges.

you and wanda were left alone in the living room, the only sounds being michael buble and shania twain’s rendition of ‘white christmas’ playing over the sound speaker.

you knew it was wrong, but some slightly predatory thoughts of wanda were swimming in your head as you stared at the redhead, the image of her bending her to your will and doing as you wished lingering. she was just so perfect, so sweet, so innocent, so-

“do you want to continue the movie?” wanda asked you softly, reaching up to run a hand along the side of your cheek. you froze at her sudden boldness, and it seemed like she did too.

“okay,” you managed to say, shielding the stutter that threatened to make its appearance. but before wanda could retract her hand in embarrassment, you seized it, pulling her onto your lap.

wanda’s little breathy gasp sent a jolt of arousal right down to your core. you could see her bashfulness, afraid to even turn around to look at you. but then she shifted in your lap, leaning back to rest her head on your shoulders, making it clear she was definitely not opposed to the idea.

letting out a small huff of satisfaction, you wrapped an arm around her stomach, pulling wanda in even closer.

albeit rather shy at first, wanda warmed up to your bold touches quickly throughout the movie. she seemed more than content with letting your hands glide mindlessly across her stomach and her thighs, in circular motions that drove her insane.

after long moments of a heated atmosphere with palpable sexual tension, wanda let out an addicting whine when your fingers slipped under the hem of her sweater.

you smile at her mischievously, even though you know she can't see you. but it's your laugh that fucks her up in the best way possible: warm breath painting the back of her neck, a rasp that's practically ear candy in close proximity, and-

"would you?" you ask seriously, breaking the ice first, though rather slowly.

wanda gets snapped out of her mind whirl, still struggling yet turned on by the fact that she can't see you. it heightens her other senses, and she's so unbelievably turned on she think she might die.

"...would i what?" wanda dares to ask, her breath picking up but refusing to stutter.

you don't respond for a while. you want to ruin her, but you want to prolong her suffering. the sound of wanda's shallow breaths echoes in your ears.

finally, you reach up to cup wanda’s face from behind, using your thumb to press down on her bottom lip.

wanda lets out an honest-to-god whimper from the back of her throat. in that moment, she freezes, completely stilling in your arms, half terrified and fully aroused.

well, fuck.

your grip on wanda’s hip becomes downright possessive, short nails digging into her hipbone. wanda gasps breathily, and you lean closer, much closer, lips brushing against the back of wanda's ear piercing, then murmuring directly into her ear.

“would you let me fuck you right now, wanda?"

the redhead could have sworn the entirety of her bring ascended then. her heartbeat was drumming in her ears. "i- uh," she mutters unintelligibly, throat running dry when you forcefully pulls her hips closer.

despite your close proximity, you never fail to see the way wanda's thighs clench, and it excites you.

you're probably wrong for wanting this, for wanting to fuck wanda senseless, when you'd only met a few weeks ago. but it's hard to resist, when the redhead bucks against your thigh, when she's already acting so flustered.

"haven't answered me yet, love," you remind wanda, tracing your fingertips over her cold skin, slowly going higher and higher up her sweater.

obviously, wanda thinks, the logical reasoning would be to say no. even though you're smoking hot, you did after all just meet a few weeks ago. and to do it in her brother's house? with his best friend? insane. absolutely, no way in hell, would she ever-

“y-yeah. sure, i mean. uhm.” wanda answers, evidently embarrassed. “if you want to.”

and that's how you ended up with your fingers buried knuckle-deep inside wanda maximoff's cunt.

fascinating, you know, but it had worked nonetheless, so who was to blame you?

wanda was rather hesitant of her inexperience at first, it being an insecurity to her. but it has quite the opposite effect on you.

"you're such a good girl," you groaned, praising the redhead who was writhing below you. you take pleasure in the way she squirmed, so shy yet so needy.

desperate pants echoed around the living room, pleads for alleviation leaving wanda’s lips, as the feeling of pleasure flooded every one of her senses.

the movie was long forgotten, and the only thing that currently existed in your world was wanda maximoff.

the fast yet careful pace of slender fingers thrusting in and out of her dripping sex had wanda seeing stars. her thighs were obediently spread out on the sofa, your steady hands never failing to keep them open.

not like it would’ve been necessary, anyway, considering wanda's utter pliancy and churning need for that overwhelming feeling to never end, for you cruelly delightful ministrations to bring her over the edge.

“you like that, sweetheart?” you asked, your other hand leaving her thigh to slip off her sweater with some difficulty and tugging at her hardened nipple. wanda’s breathy moans got louder, instinctively clenching around your fingers harder.

wanda couldn’t bring herself to say anything, not when her state of mind was in a blissful paradise. you tilted her face up to stare at her clouded eyes.

when wanda’s eyelids fluttered open, to be greeted by the sight of your deliciously darkened eyes, sucking your own fingers off of her juices, she nearly came then and there.

“please,” she whispered, trying to bring up her hips for more.

“i know, i know,” you murmured, never stopping your sinful work, driving your fingers deeper and harder each time. at a particularly harsh curl of your fingers, wanda arched off the sofa, letting out a scream that rang in your head.

“oh, i need it,” wanda whined, as you hit that spot again. you kissed off the tears on the side of wanda’s eyes, looking at her beauty with a wondrous awe.

“mhm, what do you need?” you asked with a teasing lilt, purposefully leaving your fingers in a way she wouldn’t be able to cum just yet. wanda groaned in frustration, but you held your own.

“i need to-” she was cut off when you leaned forward to suck purple bruises into her porcelain skin, as she struggled with the distraction. “i want- oh, right there.”

you began sucking on her hard nips, your fingers still buried in her sopping cunt. wanda threw her head back, eyes rolling into the back of her head with sounds of pleasure falling unashamedly from her lips.

wanda had lost control, you knew, yet you wanted more. you craved more. you wanted to edge her into the darkest depths of oblivion, bring her to a high she didn’t know existed, until she wouldn’t be able to fuck anyone else the same.

you added a third finger, throwing both of her legs over your shoulders. with one last thrust that brought wanda over the edge, she came with a blinding vision of white light, your name falling from her lips like a sacred chant.

“oh- i’m gonna-” wanda cut off her own moans when her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, figuratively and literally. her ropes of white cream came out in spurts, painting your fingers and forearms, then her own thighs, then more of you.

well, it sure is a white christmas.

you watched her cum with a hint of pride, then smiling slowly at her, knowing it had been a first.

“first time squirting?” you asked, kissing up her thighs.

“...first time actually cumming,” wanda responded shakily, then laughing nervously. “thank you.”

you chuckled at her embarrassment, pulling her in for a kiss. it was slow and sweet at first, wanda savouring the softness of it all, before you slipped your tongue between her lips to deepen the kiss. wanda let you work your magic, closing her eyes again in ecstasy.

it was a while before you could bring yourself to stop kissing wanda. “anytime. i-”

the sudden sound of a key unlocking the door made both of you freeze in horror. before either of you had the chance to even lift a finger, the door swung open. damn pietro for always being so speedy.

“okay, they towed my car, but i got it back. anyways, i-”

the blonde caught sight of what was happening before him and nearly passed out there and then. pietro’s jaw hung open, then he stepped back, then he let out a sokovian curse.

“uh, merry christmas, pietro?” you trailed off, looking at him with an awkward grin, fingers still deep inside his sister.

he stepped back, running a hand through dusty blonde hair, still trying to process the scene before him. the next words fell from his lips in a rush.

"i didn't see that coming."

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[savaralyn2]

the way all these chapters are named Falin but it feels like it's not about her but actually about saying goodbye to characters and the story while they make her a meal (literally). she brought them together in first place and she's the reason why they're there... i dont think i'm ready for this to end

I'm definitely not ready either, this upcoming chapter also has a lot of closure/wrap-up sort of stuff brought up in it too. Seems like in the leadup to the feast, most of the major characters will get a moment to reflect about what they're going to do next.

That being said, the manga still hasn't dealt with the whole 'curse' thing mentioned previously yet, makes me think that, since we are on the VERY tail-end of the current volume right now, we might end on some kind of cliffhanger once the feast/resurrection happens, and may actually get a whole 'nother volume to cover the last big hurdle of dealing with whatever the hell the curse actually entails.

[youdontknowhowtodiequietly]

this is probably gonna sound insane, and like i’m not genuine or making it up or smth like that, but i’m too tired and unmotivated to be trans.

like, god i want to be a boy, i wish i was born one, i fucking want to be one. but i can’t be bothered? there’s just so many hurdles in the fucking way and i can barely lift my legs up enough to walk let a lone jump a hurdle.

i’d have to tell my family (which is a big one) i’d have to explain to my mum that it’s NOT a phase (i’m fucking 18, nearly 19 ffs) i’d have to explain it to my dad, and deal with my borderline-transphobic brother-in-law. idk how my actual brothers would be. i’d have to explain it to my 16 yr old autistic niece and my 12 yr old autistic nephew and my 5 year old nephew and every fucker else. and not to mention WORK. i don’t think i’d get fired or anything like that but i’d have to actually tell people and have to correct them whenever they fuck up and i just don’t have the energy to do that?

and, like, the actual transitional phase? god, i just can’t be arsed. luckily i’m in the uk so i dont have to worry abt money unlike other people, which i am grateful for, but having yo live two-years as a boy, and then wait on the fucking 6 or smth year waiting list to have ANYTHING done? and what does the living as a man for 2 years even mean??? does that mean i have to wear “boy clothes” and all that shit? can’t i wear a skirt or dress when i wanna and still be classed as a boy? like, what’s the deal there?

and abt wanting to wear a skirt/dress and wear makeup, that just adds a whole ‘nother layer of complicated. i’d have to explain that if cis men can wear makeup and dresses and skirts then why can’t i just because i wasn’t born male? what’s going on there?

i’m just so tired, man. i can’t be alone in this, right? idek why i’m asking, or writing this, if it does get seen, no one will reply and if they do it’ll just be to tell me that i’m faking it or smth.

idk

[hungharrington]

*horny chanting* part two! Part two! Part two!

(Honestly it was so good. Thank you for healing a trauma in me I like to ignore lol)

horny chanting? oh MY well it’s THAT kinda chanting i guess i can’t ignore it…..

hehe i did plan from the beginning for them to like, yknow fuck and because that didn’t happen, i am keen to give it a shot!! with still reluctant reader vibes!! bcos that’s a whole nother hurdle!

(thank u so much! and i’m sorry there’s even anything to heal honey <3)

[albatris]

hello logan i feel obliged from love to finally ask a burning question about jacob greer: how much therapy does he receive??

this question can be generalized to all atdao, ofc, but you know my feelings for jacob

hello!!!! how's it going?? :D :D

thank you so much for the question, I am literally always waiting to pounce on any opportunity to ramble about jacob ahahaha

so I think I've joked before on this blog about how a potential ATDAO sequel is just "jacob greer goes to therapy".......... there's enough content there for at least a whole 'nother book imo

but anyway anyway yes hmmmm, a good question, ok, alright

short answer....... none for 90% of his life so far, then a lot of it

long answer,

well, he was never in any therapy as a kid because his 'rents didn't really ""believe in"" it......... n like, there was a lot of pressure on jacob growing up to keep up this image of the perfect golden child, n samuel and shauna saw him more as a prized object to be paraded around to make them look good rather than a human person..... so this meant no straying outside the norm, n if you had any negative feelings or resentment or anxiety u better repress that shit RIGHT away

so the rhetoric surrounding mental illness for jacob was very much..... any symptoms you experience will be fixed if you just try harder! and the fact that his parents saw him succeeding at everything that was important to *them* and were like??? you can't possibly be unhappy?? what do you mean?? you're doing fantastic in life??

and unfortunately he internalised all that so he kinda just........ Dealt With Stuff on his own for most of his life because he just always assumed his experiences were Perfectly Normal and he didn't have it "bad enough" to warrant therapy

n like. jacob has absolutely no issue with other people getting therapy. he just thinks, oh, but that's DIFFERENT, they actually NEED it, their problems are real not like mine

as a side note samuel and shauna greer's only motivation for allowing tris and becca into therapy was because they were Difficult and Not Like Jacob, it was not done with the intent of being supportive or out of concern for their wellbeing, it was basically just "we are at our wits end trying to make you normal so maybe this will"

n even then tris only landed in therapy initially cuz he got himself hospitalised and they were like "ma'am psychosis is not caused by the devil your son needs to see a psychiatrist"

anyway. jacob!

so....... he thankfully gets a lot of therapy after the climax of the story is over and done with!! to begin with, it's mostly to try and handle the aftermath of the unreality and all its associated trauma. poor sweet boy's been through a LOT. like, yeah, of course the unreality was fucked up for tris too but jacob spent weeks there terrified and alone and convinced he was dead and in hell the whole time...... lots of fun! yeehaw

n even SANS all the unreality stuff that ensued, dude almost got crushed to death in a car accident which is. hm. a lot

he basically gets out of hospital post-unreality, goes home, and is like. ok. here we are. time to get back to regular life. huh. why is my vision clouding over. why am I hyperventilating. why does my chest feel like it's going to explode. I think I'm having a heart attack

various people around him are like "yeah fam that's a panic attack also you went through something super fucked up and traumatic you should probably do some therapy about it" and he's like "nah"

he has to get over this mental hurdle of how like..... him going to therapy wouldn't be "cheating" (whatever that means) and how you don't have to have a capital M capital I Mental Illness to go to therapy (although he has several)

n after some gentle coaxing from tris and some "dude I love you but you're a dumbass" he agrees to it

and it's great help for coping with post-unreality life! it also opens up the floodgates to 25+ years' worth of trauma that he didn't realise was trauma

so ya, it starts off as mostly centred around his experiences in the unreality and around [redacted other story content I can't reveal due to spoilers], but also opens the door to him finally starting to work through...... a looooot of other stuff

complicated feelings towards his shitty parents, self-worth issues, identity issues, obsessive perfectionism, the ever-present panic that people will abandon him the instant he's not useful, his tendency to land in awful relationships because he's incapable of setting boundaries and can't recognise red flags, the years of stress from trying to protect his siblings from the same treatment his parents gave him, and the usual Growing Up In A Literal Reality-Unraveling Apocalypse

I feel like that's kind of an oof note to end on but, like, he's...... absolutely heading in the right direction? he has a lot to untangle and a lot of work to do and it’s probably not something that’ll ever have a definite End Point, but as with all (story) endings in ATDAO it's kind of just like....... yeah, he's gonna be alright, he's got this

y'know

he does make it to a place in life where he gets some consistent peace and happiness and is surrounded by good people who love him very much

so to answer your question, lots of therapy, finally, at long last, thank god

in conclusion,

*gives jacob greer a gentle kiss on the forehead*

[embyrinitalics]

PS: Not my fist kiss is pretty damn good for a warmup then ! 😂 it’s a favourite of yours but it’s just my go-to quarantine comfort fic :) stakes are low, it’s perfect !

Director’s cut ask again !

What’s your favourite piece of writing in your favourite genre? I can’t tell if it’s Whump or angst, or if there’s a difference between the two.

And also, which chapter of any of your work gave you the impression of catapulting your skills to the next level ?

Aw thanks, I’m so glad you like it. 😊 And ooh those are great questions! I’m gonna get long winded so I’ll spare you all the wall of text unless you’re actually interested 😆

(But quick detour to say there is a huge difference between whump and angst in my opinion and I will be the first to admit that I’m not very good at whump, my stuff hardly even qualifies, but that is A WHOLE NOTHER POST)

1.) I’m assuming because it’s for the Director’s Cut that you mean my own writing, and to that I say: YIKES that is a good question, but I don’t think I can pick! I have pieces I’ve written where they aren’t necessarily my *favorite* but I’m proud of them for REASONS, like I had to overcome a personal hurdle or struggle to get it down.

In the Hands of the Enemy comes to mind simply because I wanted to write that piece in 2019 but it was very grisly and dark and I had to get out of my own way and stop being afraid of it and just write it, and then in 2020 I did! (And that set is by far my whumpiest, and the closest I think I’ve ever come to writing true whump, so I’m proud of it in that, even if it isn’t my personal favorite or particularly well loved.)  

I also really enjoyed writing the Caged/Support/Defiance set because I feel like I was able to branch out a little more and give a sense of a larger world in that AU in a more subtle way than I ever had before, and I like the more complicated dynamic between Faronian!Link and Priestess!Zelda.  

The Blind!Link pentalogy is one I actually like to go back and reread. I just like it. It’s not particularly deep or well constructed or anything. It just sparks joy.  

I’m also really tickled with the way Blindfolded came out? That’s the Huntsman!Link one. I read somewhere that First Person can be most interesting when it’s used from the bad guy’s POV, or at least from the most twisted or jaded person’s, and I really enjoyed this one in that sense. I also like the hunting metaphors I peppered in there. It totally wasn’t on purpose but I think it gave the story a sense of cohesion? Anyway it was just very fun and different and I don’t reread it much but I think of it fondly lol.

BUT ANYWAY MOVING ON

2.) This is SUCH a cool question and it really made me think. I feel like I could’ve taken this question two different ways? So I’m going to answer both versions lol.

In the sense of which bit of writing pushed my writing to be better, I’d say writing Ira Deorum (Whumptober 2019) as a whole. I’d never done a time-restricted challenge like that, and it helped me so much to just... have to churn out one a day, and not have the time to worry about whether or not it was perfect. I still get perfection paralysis sometimes, but thanks to that it’s nowhere near as bad as it was. It’s not my most glorious work but I learned a TON from it. So I’d totally recommend some kind of random writing challenge for anyone who wants to bump their craft to the next level. Just give yourself permission to step away from your current projects for a second and do something intense like that and see what you learn!  

In the sense of which bit of writing made me feel like my writing had actually become better, then I’d have to say Branded. It was a different pace and style for me, but I really really enjoyed slowing down, trying to learn the art of subtlety, and letting the story be about this different world and the little bits of relationship and interaction sprouting up out of it instead of being about the events that are happening or dramatizing the stakes (*cough* Calamitous *cough*). I honestly feel like this is my first “grown up” piece, and I really and truly wrote it 110% FOR ME without much thought if it would be well received or not (in fact, I was pretty sure there were parts that wouldn’t be, but I wrote them anyway BECAUSE I WANTED TO). It was my first time reading something back and thinking, Wow, is that IMPROVEMENT I spy?!?!!? and to see how much my writing has changed and really being happy with where I’ve ended up.

Thank you SO MUCH for these fabulous asks!! And... sorry I wrote a book instead of just answering the question. 😅

[phoebehalliwell]

s4: a few weeks after becoming a witch, Paige discovers she's pregnant. her ex Shane is the baby's father, but there's a couple wrinkles: 1) Shane cut off all contact after the whole Source possession thing and wants nothing to do with her, and 2) she's not sure if the baby's father is human!Shane or Source-possessed!Shane. and then there's the part where she has to tell her sisters that she might be carrying baby!Source...

omg,,,,,,,,,,, okay so i have an ask in my inbox and it’s like hey so like where’s the au in which paige has sorta the frontrunner the god of the next gen and it’s just been difficult bc like paige is like so late to the show that like y’know. it’s difficult to win that race but this is like definitely an option i feel like this particular au would have to follow paige around from the get go rather than have her join charmed it’s more like charmed found her y’know so we can really cement the type of person she is and her dynamic with shane and really this whole hurdle with the source’s heir while simultaneously learning about magic the thing is is like paige is like 22 shane’s left and she’s carrying the antichrist i really can’t see her like keeping that baby especially considering how much autonomy the source has from the womb like. from the first time that baby lit something on fire i’d be like you know what no. i mean i’d already be saying no this just adds another level. so i feel like i’d really have to find a reason as to why paige would keep a source baby esp knowing she’s gonna be a single mother. that being said i think if it was just like a normal baby like she’d probably have the baby and i would just love the dynamic it would bring to the early seasons bonding i think phoebe’s desperation to fill the hole left by the death of a sister paired with her baby mania would really be crazy w paige i think there’d be a lot to go on here i think piper’s coldness and stubbornness would really only be amplified by like. jealousy. by the fact that she wants nothing more to have a child but she doesn’t even think that’s safe and even if it was she’s not even sure if she can conceive and here’s paige waltzing in pregnant i think it would really add a whole nother layer to the paige piper dynamic i think it’d be really interesting to see piper hurdle that... hurdle. 

[gwinnetts]

sosu elle & the fo4 dlc

// i’m at the point where i really just kinda need to... sit down and have a good, hard think about elle’s sosu verse and the themes and where i want it all to go. i still need to finish nuka-world, but i think? i hope? that maybe i have the gist of how elle feels about the place and a vague idea about what she’ll want to do with it

interestingly, all the story dlc seem to have the effect of reminding elle of who she is, one way or another

automatron speaks to specific fnv feelings about “i’ve fucked up and done more harm than good, how do i live with myself, how do i move on” (+ eyebot buddies). elle gets to tell isabel stories about the burned man, about soldiers following orders, about an AI who tried to get her killed but became her best friend. (and not about some brains-in-jars who DEFINITELY caused more harm than good when they thought they were only doing good, unfortunately. curse you, think tank conditioning, even if they kind of had a point about it.) elle gets to revisit her memories of her friends and the people who she feels built her up when she didn’t know who she was or where to start figuring that out

in far harbor, elle stares down a mirror of herself in dima. (except for how willing dima is to erase his memories. that... that’s a whole ‘nother Thing.) and at the same time, the island reminds her so much of the mojave, despite environmentally being, like... the complete opposite. but an area that’s mostly wilderness, instead of being mostly urban, when you’re out there and it’s you against the land trying to survive... far harbor talks about how they’re tough and proud and independent and how that makes them different, but it makes elle think of primm and goodsprings and novac and freeside and — it makes her think of the people back home. and the children of atom... the children of atom are the only people on the island who welcome her with open arms. sure, she has to take drugs, kill a bear again before that, but once she’s one of them? she’s one of them. they embrace her openly and tell her welcome home and the nucleus is so oddly peaceful. not to mention, that vision... there really is something in the fog, something powerful and strange and old, something that also reached out and said, welcome home

if automatron is a story where elle remembers her friends (who she came from), far harbor is a story where she remembers where she came from

nuka-world... nuka-world hits on some very specific traumatic chords there at the beginning, which isn’t a great thing, especially since it pulls her back to dead money of all things, but — in doing so? it helps her go back to her roots, too. dead money is so critical to her development in any verse, and by default happens so early — and when nuka-world pulls elle back to dead money, it’s pulling her back to before she started wrapping herself in all her layers of emotional isolation. and that isolation is, i think, the crux of her development in her sosu verse. the damage it does to her, and how she copes with it, especially as her new friends start pulling her out of it, even if on accident... and nuka-world pulls her out of it, too, just in a, uh, less nice way

oh? what’s that? “what about vault 88,” you ask? okay, i guess vault 88 doesn’t really have that kind of an impact. elle refuses to do the experiments and instead hands the space over to the railroad. it’s nice and straight-forward and not an emotional hurdle. vault 88 is the exception to the rule

but anyway — on TOP of all of the, “[mufasa vc] simba remember who you are” going on, there’s also the question of... how much elle trusts herself to be that person. and... how much she WANTS to go back to that. obviously, it’s ideal if she re-learns how to be open again and let herself make friends, because she does SO BADLY on her own, emotionally speaking. but... she didn’t WANT to be in the middle of everything last time. and, last time, she got people she cared about killed (house, clone of ED-E, even kind of dog/god... and she failed to save elijah for veronica). she didn’t feel as though she won the dam — it was only because of everyone else’s plans and support. (massive imposter syndrome wrapped around some truth.) and she doesn’t want anything in the commonwealth to be dependent on her, the way vegas became dependent on her...

it really seems like... if her new vegas arc was about gaining confidence in her skills and her ability to bring people together and her ability to make decisions — maybe her sole survivor arc is about her finally deciding who she wants to be?

[brotherfaithsisterdoubt]

Extended Scene – Ch. 19, Gay and Christian

This is bonus content for the Supernatural fanfic Polish Prayers by DestielHisEyesOpened

Word count: 1,319

Notes:

The theologian mentioned in this scene is Rev. Dr. James H. Cone

More on queer theology and gay Christians: • UnClobber YouTube playlist • Romans 1:26-27: A Clobber Passage That Should Lose Its Wallop • Clobbering "Biblical" Gay Bashing • Two odd little words: the LGBT issue

Content Warnings: • Brief but explicit reference to sex • Brief mention of suicide and other consequences of homophobia • Brief references, in a historical context, to sexual abuse of children and enslaved people

Dean took a sip of his iced tea. “So, uh, I was wondering,” he said. He wasn't sure this was the best idea, but the question had been nagging at his mind all week. “How is it that you can be gay and Christian? Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with it!” he rushed to add. “I'm just curious, cause, you know. So many religious folks do.”

Boy did they, Dean added silently. He'd never forget that one hookup who, after spending half the night balls-deep in Dean's ass, left a tract about the evils of homosexuality on the motel nightstand.

Alfie put the half-carved bench down on his lap. “Well for me, there's really one Bible verse that settles it. Matthew 7:16, from the Sermon on the Mount. 'You will know them by their fruits.' A good tree bears good fruit, a bad tree bears bad fruit, I'm sure you're heard the passage. It's from the Sermon on the Mount.”

Dean hesitated, then nodded slowly. That rang a vague bell? Maybe?

“Well, what are the fruits of homophobia? Self-loathing, broken families, kids thrown out onto the street, violence, suicide, murder… And the fruits of accepting queer people as we are? Loving relationships, healthy self-esteem, intact families… So yeah, by Jesus’s own words, it’s pretty clear which one is good and which one is bad!”

“I guess,” said Dean. “But aren't there other verses that, uh, aren't so friendly?”

Alfie nodded. “Yeah, the 'clobber passages.'” he sighed. “Thing is, you can't just take a verse out of context and say, 'this is what the Bible says.' You've got –” he clenched his fist “– to consider the larger context of the chapter, the book, and the Bible as a whole. And a major theme that runs through the entire Bible is liberation for the oppressed. Hell, one of the theologians I read in seminary outright said that if a theologian doesn't emphasize that point, they're not even doing Christian theology anymore! So using the Bible to oppress, instead of to liberate, is automatically an abuse of the text.”

Dean saw some motion out of the corner of his eye, and heard some rustling. He looked down into the garden and saw Cas crouched there, pulling up weeds. He stiffened a little – he wouldn't have brought this subject up if he'd known they'd have an audience. Well, fingers crossed that Cas was too far away to actually hear anything.

“Plus,” Alfie continued, “nearly all of us read translations, not the original texts. So words like 'homosexuality,' which was coined in the late 19th century? Never appears in the Bible. Not once. Our present-day concept of 'sexual orientation' didn't even exist back then.Their whole understanding of sexuality was super different from ours. So how could the writers condemn something they had no concept of? It's like asking if they condemned, I dunno, the internet!”

“So what exactly were they condemning, then?” asked Dean.

“Well if you look at their cultural context,” Alfie answered, “they're responding to stuff like pagan sex rituals, wild orgies, sex slaves, men having sex with boys… There isn't a single reference, negative or positive, to loving, respectful, consensual same-sex relationships between equals.

“Hell, back in first century Rome, they didn't even think of straight relationships in those terms. You know what Paul thought of straight sex?”

“Uh, only in marriage?” Dean guessed.

“Well yeah, but also, he wished everyone was celibate like him. Marriage was a second-best option for the weak. And even then, the point wasn't to have an acceptable outlet for sexual passion – it was to guard against it. That goes back to the idea in Stoic philosophy that all passions are bad and should be overcome,” said Alfie.”

“Wait, so if people weren't supposed to have sex, where did they expect babies to come from?”

“Oh, people could have sex,” answered Alfie. “They were just supposed to do it dispassionately. Passion destabilized society, and brought on destruction. The ideal man had perfect control over himself, his family, his household. So sex? Yes. But love? Desire? Nope.”

Dean blinked at Alfie. “That's… not how sex works,” he said.

Alfie smiled. “Now you're starting to see how different their understanding of sexuality was from ours.”

“Yeah, no kidding!” replied Dean. “That's just… not natural!”

“Not according to the Stoics,” said Alfie. “And it's pretty ironic, cause people say being gay is 'unnatural,' but you know what was considered completely natural and unremarkable in Paul's day?”

Dean shook his head.

“A man sleeping with his slaves. Male or female, with or without their assent. He was higher on the social ladder, slaves were lower, so he could fuck 'em. That's why they could molest boys, too. But two freeborn men? That was 'unnatural' because they were the same rank, and disgraceful because it treated one of them like a slave. Or, you know, a woman. Cause they weren't big on gender equality back then, either.”

“So if we don't think marriage is for chumps anymore, or women are inferior to men, or slavery should even be a thing, then it doesn't make sense to pretend the man-on-man stuff is still relevant, either,” said Dean.

“Exactly!” said Alfie. “And there's more. I'm not gonna bore you with a take-down of all six clobber passages, but just one example – the passage in Romans, chapter one? Yeah, that's completely out of context. Some scholars looked closely at the grammatical structure of chapters one and two, and concluded that chapter one's rant against sinful gentiles isn't Paul's own thoughts. He was actually quoting the kind of stuff that his audience would have heard before, and probably agreed with, just so he could turn around and say, 'Hey, cut the crap! This angry finger-pointing isn't good, Christian behavior!'”

“Wait,” said Dean, “so you're saying people are getting that passage exactly backwards?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” said Alfie.

“Sounds like you've put a lot of research into this,” Dean said.

Alfie shrugged. “I guess. Some, I learned in seminary. And the clobber passages are a big hurdle for a lot of folks, so it's good to have a grasp on them. For me personally though, they've never been that big a deal. Cause Jesus made me about a thousand times more gay. How could that happen, if he had a problem with it?”

“Wait, what? You're gonna have to run that by me one more time,” said Dean.

Alfie chuckled. “Before, I was pretty gay. I was out, I was proud, all that. But then Jesus happened, and I went from 'pretty gay' to ' rainbows literally shooting out my ass.'”

Dean nearly choked on his chocolate pudding

Alfie, chuckled at Dean's reaction, then clarified what he meant. “He made me understand other marginalized people's humanity better, which helped me understand my own better, too. I had no clue how much internalized homophobia I was carrying around until that burden was lifted.”

Dean was a little confused. “Didn't you say you grew up Christian, though?”

“Yeah, but honestly, I thought it was full of shit,” said Alfie. “I left the church for fifteen years before learning how Christianity could actually make sense. But that's a whole 'nother conversation. Point is, loving someone when society says it's wrong, that takes a lot of heart. And I just can't imagine that God would call it a flaw to have too much heart. Hell, I'll go even further. If love is from God – and it is – then homophobia is blasphemy.”

Dean gave a low whistle. Strong words. “Maybe you should give the Pope a crash course on this stuff when he comes,” Dean joked.

Alfie gave him the side-eye. “Yeah, cause that would go over so well, I'm sure!”

[aestheticvoyage2019]

Day 27: Sunday January 27, 2019 - “20 Grand”

Flipping the script on my diet, flipping the script on my exercise - those are obvious in the journey to the line... but flipping the script on my perspective on the weekend - thats a whole nother challenge necessary for progress.   Not a time for rest - for pleasure - for “verbing” - not a time to think about where I can go and what I can see - in 2019 it also needs to be a time for work, and for what I can get done.   This Sunday morning, I got up, I laced my shoes, and got in the gym.  And when I got to my 10K goal, I threw down 10K more.   “Nothing is more important right now” rang in my head, those words from my letter to self.  new year, new me.  new year, new me.

It helped of course that the Spartans were on national TV at 11am MTN with the BIG winning streak on the line.   They were getting blown out, and came surging back, but just didnt have the gas to finish it out.   When I was all done on the elliptical and the treadmill I got a nice massage.  PF is grand central station these days, and for so long my vice has been the weekend hurdle.  Not this time.   This redemption song is draped in purple and yellow and my weekend hangout for as many weeks as this transformation takes.

Song: Rocky - Going The Distance

Quote: “We must all suffer from one of two pains: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret. The difference is discipline weighs ounces while regret weighs tons.”  ― Jim Rohn

[lizziesquire]

What do you think of interracial relationships? I’m asian too and even though I find white guys more attractive I feel like there’s still a cultural barrier and idk?? If that makes any sense lol

hiya, bean!!

I think it’s more of I think about interracial relationships, rather than what I think of interracial relationships–because for me, personally, it’s the love that comes first and foremost, and then everything else comes afterwards. And I know that that’s not the case with everyone (e.g. almost all of my best friends are Jewish and for about half of them, being Jewish is a make-or-break factor) but that is the case for me and how I see things, so just wanted to put that out there as a disclaimer before blabbering on about the rest of it :-) 

I………never really realized how much I didn’t think about interracial relationships until finding myself in one. My maman has always made offhand comments about how she’s, “not fooling herself for even one moment into thinking that she’s going to get an Asian son-in-law,” and other comments of that sort, but I’ve always just brushed them off, as I know that what matters to me is not anyone’s race, ethnicity, background, etc., but the person themselves. (I know the whole “colourblind” and “not seeing colour” thing is ridiculous and it is definitely not what I am advocating, but that’s a whole ‘nother thing and has nothing to do with matters of the heart, as context matters a lot in discussing those issues…..but I digress)

I think there is something inherently iffy about “finding white guys more attractive,” that perhaps you may want to explore, but I won’t delve into that here ^_^ just wanna note a lil that generalizing may…..not be the best when it comes to speaking about a group of people (esp. as that’s where the problematic nature of having a “type” in terms of race/ethnicity stems from) and will say that although I have undoubtedly been attracted to a higher number of white men than Asian/Asian-American men (choosing Asian/Asian-American as an example bc of my ethnicity!), I wouldn’t say that I’m “more attracted to white guys” because I haven’t met every single white guy and every Asian/Asian-American guy and would want to refrain from grouping the respective dudes and applying general characteristics to them :-) (shut up liz get to the point)

Ever since I saw a toxic, disgusting Reddit thread about how Constance Wu is a “traitor” to Asians and is, “hypocritical in advocating for Asian-Americans while married to a mediocre white man,” I’ve thought a lot about my interracial relationship and what it means to be in an interracial relationship (and I just want to link over to a Twitter thread real quick that was very relevant to this topic bc it’s Good and Should Be Read). 

anyway my line of thinking isn’t directly related to the question at hand but it’s sort of related and got me thinking so my apologies for getting off-track!!

my two cents: I think that there will always be a cultural barrier for as long as one finds themselves in an interracial relationship. And the determining fact of whether that barrier can be overcome or not is whether or not the barrier in question is seen as a barrier. My maman always told me that if a guy really loves and respects me, he would show an active interest in my culture and native language. That he would make a genuine effort to learn about my heritage and to embrace it as if it were his own. And despite her aforementioned comments, these words have stuck with me quite positively, and it’s helped me strengthen my unapologetic pride for my Korean-American identity. 

That is not to say that the cultural barrier will ever not be difficult, that as long as there is healthy love and respect, that everything will be rainbows and daisies–nope, I think that–especially as things get more serious and as families get involved–that that slight disconnect in differing backgrounds and cultures can present quite the large hurdle… but I think how that hurdle is handled will be quite telling of how the two parties in the relationship view the relationship and, in turn, each other. Perhaps I’m only a year (or six months, depending on whether or not our “break” counts) into mine and I’m being naively optimistic about it, but I think that, as long as both parties are open and willing to learn and to embrace each other’s backgrounds, that love will prevail. 

On a personal note: if anything, I think that I’ve become even more proudly Korean not because of, but thanks to Boy’s love and support. He always asks me to say stuff to him in Korean as we’re falling asleep, being so patient with me as I battle my “stage fright” (a foreign concept to a former theatre gal–it just feels so… intimate to speak to him in my mother tongue while encased in his arms, in the darkness of the room as sleepiness hangs heavily above us as we teeter between wakefulness and slumber) and asking me to sing Korean songs to him as he falls asleep…..and now I’m getting all soft so I’m going to cut myself off here.

This was such a ramble, but I hope some of it made sense/was relevant to your question, bb!! 

Lots of love. xx

[lowes625-blog]

Over the past few years I have grown as an artist, yet struggled as a business owner. Marketing and sales it seems, was a learning curve I wasn’t prepared for. Learning to shoot in manual, learning lighting, posing and editing; all things I knew going in would be a large part of my time, but marketing is a whole nother beast. I absolutely love photography and Greensboro North Carolina is a beautiful location, but how do I take my business and make a profit? Marketing, which from what I have learned is basically telling people who I am. But breaking away from my quiet cocoon is much more difficult for me for some reason. Just last week I attended a social gathering and sat across from a very beautiful and very pregnant woman. I struck up the nerve to ask her due date, but never told her I was a photographer. I never mentioned that I have taken a number of maternity and newborn workshops. I never handed her a business card or told her my website where she could view my portfolio and see some of the squishy babies I have photographed. Inside I was having an inner battle with the insecure voice, “she probably already has a photographer ” and “she isn’t interested” and then there was a quiet whisper “just ask her if she has a photographer” At the end of the day, my cocoon stayed impenetrable and I remained unemployed. So how does one get over such a hurdle? How can I expect to ever make it in an industry where marketing is so vital if I can’t even bring myself to speak.

[mermaid-reyes]

I can't bear entertainment about fat people, because even if it's a story about fat people being happy or finding love, all it does is remind me how lonely I am, and how disgusting the world finds me. So even positive stories like My Mad Fat Diary are just. Too much. I want a relationship so badly, but no one will ever look past my fat body. I also wanna produce content about fat people to help improve things for us, but it just hurts too much, and I hate it.

oh nonnie love, i feel this. i feel this on so many different levels that this response is probably just going to turn into a feelings dump and then when i wake up tomorrow i’m probably going to be embarrassed and hate myself and delete it so i hope you read it before then and know that i didn’t ignore your question. 

My Mad Fat Diary was so confronting for me. because i identified so much with a lot of Rae’s experiences that i didn’t experience secondhand embarrassment so much as i experienced horrible humiliating flashbacks that made bile rise up in my throat. and i wanted so much to be empowered by Rae’s relationship with Finn, but my initial reaction was scorn and disbelief because i thought it was totally unrealistic that the conventionally attractive popular guy would ever be attracted to the fat girl. and then i was horrified at myself because that was the most fatphobic thing to think. then i was mad at the world for ingraining that kind of fatphobic thinking so far in my mind that i was being discriminatory towards people exactly like me. and then i was mad at the show for portraying a relationship that does not usually happen and getting all these fat girls hopes up when the world really doesn’t work that way because we live in a society that aggressively hates fat people. MMFD got me so twisted up inside that i eventually just had to stop watching it.

sometimes i think that no one has ever and will ever want to be in a relationship with me because of my weight, and i take a weird sort of comfort in that because it makes me think, well they just find my outward appearance totally unappealing but i still have a great personality. but then i see other fat girls in steady, long-term, loving relationships and i think, maybe it’s not my weight, maybe it’s just that nobody likes my personality and my character and who i am as a person.

basically society sucks. it sucks so fucking much. and it is a very long, very hard, very rocky road to self-love, especially for fat people. somedays you feel good and you feel hot and you can think fuck everybody who thinks i’m not worthy and you can have that sort of attitude. and then the next day you can wake up and not even bear to look at yourself in the mirror because you hate your body and you hate yourself and you feel deep down inside that you’re ugly and worthless and embarrassing and less of a person because of how big you are. it’s one step forward and two steps back. 

and even if you make it to that place where you have no fucks left to give and you’re comfortable in your own skin and you can look at your body and think “this is me and i love me”, even when you get there, society is going to demonise you for being able to love yourself. people are going to try their hardest to tear you down because they think you’re disgusting and therefore you must feel disgusted by yourself too, right? and that is a whole nother hurdle that fat people have to face. it’s one step forward and two steps back.

and i am nowhere near there myself, nonnie, i am like a thousand lightyears away from that place. i’ll feel good for like a week and then i’ll backslide for a month. and it’s a constant goddamn struggle and it’s so fucking exhausting. but i think, for me, the most important thing is that i just keep trying to be okay with myself. it might not always work but at least i’m trying. 

and i hope you keep trying too, nonnie, don’t give up on yourself. if you have a period where you just completely hate yourself that’s okay, just keep trying to love yourself. find one thing you like about your body and focus on that one positive thing more than you focus on the negatives. and i really really hope that one day you get to a place where you can love all of yourself utterly and completely.

and hey, if society could stop fucking demonising fat people and making them feel subhuman that’d be real fucking great cheers 👍

[centuryassociates]

Physicians and Cannabis

On Saturday, I gave a fun talk at the National University of Natural Medicine’s Medical Cannabis Conference on “Oregon Cannabis Laws and Naturopathic Doctors.” I say it was fun because almost always, we corporate cannabis lawyers wind up speaking in front of other lawyers, accountants or industry entrepreneurs. Health professionals have a different and unique perspective. This talk was also enjoyable because I got to reacquaint myself with the caregiver side of the Oregon Medical Marijuana Program, a program my firm rarely advises on anymore, because, as a business proposition, it is all but dead.

Perhaps the most fun part of the presentation, though, was the incredible number of questions called out in this one-hour talk on “Oregon Cannabis Laws and Naturopathic Doctors.” Here are some of the highlights.

What’s the deal with CBD/hemp right now? This spring, the DEA announced a new Final Rule regarding its classification of “marihuana extracts,” which caused a bunch of Colorado hemp growers to file suit. Even without the questionable DEA action, though, CBD remains firmly entrenched on Schedule I of the federal Controlled Substances Act. (Bills pop up from time to time attempting to change that.) Like medical marijuana, CBD may be legal under many states’ laws, including Oregon’s, but the federal picture is a whole ’nother story. Therefore, physicians should steer clear of advising patients that CBD extracts, topicals, concentrates, etc., are non-controlled substances when extracted from U.S. hemp– even if one can buy some of these products easily online, or in big box grocery stores.

Who can dispense medical cannabis in Oregon? Only an Oregon Health Authority (OHA) registered caregiver or grower, or a licensed OHA or Oregon Liquor Control Commission (OLCC) retail dispensary, can dispense medical cannabis in Oregon. Further, for a patient to acquire cannabis from any of these sources, the patient must first secure an “Attending Physician Statement” explaining that the individual “has been diagnosed with a debilitating medical condition and that the medical use of marijuana may mitigate the symptoms or effects…”. OAR 845-008-0010(4). The term “Attending Physician” is defined as “a Doctor of Medicine (MD) or Doctor of Osteopathy (DO).” OAR 845-008-0010(3). This means that naturopathic doctors, chiropractors, acupuncturists, etc., cannot facilitate access.

What have courts said about physicians discussing medical marijuana with patients? Mostly good things. Conant v. Walters, 309 F.3d 629 (9th Cir. 2002) held that the feds cannot revoke a physician’s DEA license to prescribe controlled substances, or investigate that physician, solely for “recommendation” of the use of medical marijuana. Other cases, like Rust v. Sullivan, 500 U.S. 173 (1991) and Planned Parenthood of S.E. PA. v. Casey, 505 U.S. 833 (1992) observe that regulations on physician speech may “impinge on the doctor-patient relationship” and that doctors have a First Amendment right not to speak, respectively. Because the Oregon Constitution has even broader speech protections than the U.S. Constitution, it seems that physicians in Oregon would be within their rights to discuss medical marijuana treatment of debilitating conditions with their patients.

What about other types of claims? In theory, we could see a patient or a patient’s representative bringing a tort claim against a doctor, if the doctor had recommended cannabis while the patient was prescribed other substances, resulting in a negative reaction. Unfortunately, due to the status of federal law, there is a relative paucity of cannabis research as compared to other controlled substances; but if there were not, it is possible cannabis would be contraindicated for any number of scheduled pharmaceutical drugs. Aside from traditional tort claims, we could also see a doctor get roped into a RICO suit for encouraging the violation of federal laws through providing basic patient services. We are not aware of any case involving physician liability for malpractice or RICO claims to date, but it’s possible.

How many cannabis patients can an Oregon physician have? A total of 450, without significant additional compliance hurdles. Yes, that’s a lot!

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