#can you smoke psilocybin

[anotherpapercut]

genuinely so many of you want to be leftist and "punk" and countercultural soooooo bad but you refuse to become comfortable with the concept of people taking drugs for fun because they like it and not because they were somehow tricked or forced into it without knowing what they were getting themselves into

you'll be like "addiction is a disease!!" but think you're better than those degenerate stoners because you only drink energy drinks and white claws and would never touch "illegal drugs"

many if not most drugs CAN be consumed completely safely with almost 0 risk to the user and even if that werent true and all drugs were extremely dangerous you still wouldn't be better than those of us who love doing drugs recreationally

lighten up and grow up. get offline, talk to real adults, and stop being shocked to discover that they enjoy doing stuff that adults do like have sex and do drugs and even listen to rock and roll

[opioidenjoyer]

SUBSTANCES IVE TAKEN

(RANKED) 🏴‍☠️❗️

Marijuana: 10/10 (No withdrawals, no comedown, high leads to sleep, gateway drug, multiple ways to consume)

Cocaine: 5/10 (Cant eat, cant sleep, super human ability for 10mins, never enough)

Oxy/hydrocodone: 9.5/10 (i would sell my soul to nod forever, agonizing withdraws, tolerance fast, pain receptors shut off)

MDMA/Ecstasy/Molly: 8/10 (easily best party drug, solo rolling is mid, serotonin levels ruined for days)

LSD/Acid: 6.5/10 (amazing visuals, brain full reset, 8-12 hour high is way too long, dopamine drainer, research chemicals NBomes are trash, burnt out easily, could unlock underlying mental health problems)

Psilocybin/Shrooms: 8/10 (best psychedelic, upsets stomach because of fungus, bad trips more likely at higher dosages, micro-dosing saved lives, naturally produced, can be done with every day life)

Benzodiazepines: 7.5/10 (too many chemical derivatives, potential life ruiner, fatal withdraws, anxiety nonexistent, thief abilities heightened, memory loss)

Robitussin, Coricidin, Dextromethorphan: 6.5/10 (instant dissociative, if mixed with Guaifenesin its a bad time, steal these from supermarkets)

Nitrous Oxide: 6.5/10 ("fill up my balloon again stop playing")

Air/Gas/Whippet Duster Inhalant: 2.5/10 (added chemicals make usage ALMOST impossible to inhale, taste like battery acid for 10 second high, brain cell damage, stay away)

Benadryl/Diphenhydramine: 4/10 (most irritable drug, feels like spiders crawling on your skin while high, shadow people, noise distortion, easy to get over the counter)

Methamphetamine: 4.5/10 (functional tweaking until you realize you are waiting for the pawn shop to open, can find this high in other drugs with less side effects, in 35% of most molly, overall bad reputation)

Fentanyl: 2/10 (highest level of nodding, waves of body heat, worst drug of all time, ruined the opioid game, kills almost all of its users, countless accidental overdoses, 10cents per pill, RIP real percs)

DMT/N,N-Dimethyltryptamine: 5.5/10 (breaking through spiritual barriers, out of body experiences, too powerful to be recreationally, trip sitter recommended)

Promethazine: 4/10 (does nothing when taken by itself, good when taken with other opioids, makes stomach feel better)

Lean/Codeine: 7/10 (2011-2021 best era to sip drank in, fun to pour up, easy to get at the time, euphoric body high, trend sippers, price inflation, weak opiate, too much sugar)

Tramadol: 6.5/10 (beginner nodderville, itching, weaker lame cousin to Oxycodone, still in the opioid family)

Adderall/Dextroamphetamine/amphetamine: 5/10 (Not fun when you actually have ADHD, recreational use does not make sense, highest level of functioning addict)

Morphine: 9/10 (instant trip to nodderville, good member of the opioid family, doctors are stingy with this)

Salvia: 3.5/10 (almost unexplainable high, dissociative, can find better effects in a psychedelic while smoking marijuana, very short high 1-5mins)

Heroin: still have not tried yet :(

[healingheartdogs]

I honestly expected this outcome from the presidential election and was not at all surprised by it, given that Kamala Harris ran the worst most aggressively conservative campaign we have ever seen from a "progressive" candidate in our lives, ignored entire important voting populations of swing states because she decided they didn't matter to her, and the people determined to support her no matter what online largely became abusive and resorted to harassment about voting for her to everyone around them that had any criticisms of her at all, which was obviously going to ostracize large parts of the Dem voter base even if they weren't protesting against genocide and hurt voter turn out in her favor.

What I was NOT expecting to read today about voting results (and yet somehow am still not at all surprised given the way they've been treating homeless and mentally ill people lately) was that California voted AGAINST a minimum wage increase, voted to INCREASE the severity of charges for certain drug cases and for repeat minor theft to a felony, and voted TO KEEP SLAVERY. And the way I've seen Californians online defending it?????? "Well just don't be a criminal then, if you don't do crime then you don't have to worry about indentured servitude (SLAVERY) in prison".

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY CRIMES THE AVERAGE PERSON REGULARLY COMMITS WITHOUT EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT???? IT'S NOT ZERO. Estimates range between an average of three federal crimes/violations a day (honestly an exaggeration by the Harvard author who claimed it to show just how much life in the US is technically but selectively criminalized) to a more realistic three felonies or federal crimes a month (probably more minor crimes than that though LBR) for the average American because of how much random BS has been criminalized over the course of the existence of our country as a way to target certain groups and manufacture crime and how much average people are comfortable committing crimes they are reasonably sure they can get away with (especially if they're white or wealthy). Commonly committed crimes that average people may often participate in without considering themselves criminals includes things like:

Marijuana consumption, growing, and possession, which while legal at a state level in some places (like Cali) is still technically a federal crime that could be selectively enforced against those who participate even within the laws of their state. Is it likely you'll be federally charged in a legal state? No, but it's still technically a federal crime and the feds have sometimes used it as an excuse to raid people, state-legal grow operations, and dispensaries, seize their goods and possessions, and temporarily hold people under criminal investigation. (Drug charges are the most common reason for imprisonment in the USA btw so if you don't think smoking weed deserves slavery as punishment maybe think about that)((You can also replace marijuana in this scenario with psilocybin or even other "harder" drugs that have been decriminalized in some places and that many people still secretly are willing to do while in places where they aren't decriminalized as well))

Regularly and casually committing actually seriously dangerous vehicular crimes like speeding and/or driving under the influence (being high or under the effects of certain legal meds while driving is not better than being drunk and can still catch you a charge or get someone injured or killed), especially when those two things are committed at the same time, especially if the car has passengers and especially if any of those passengers are minors, especially if you get into any kind of accident, and especially if that accident harms or kills someone else, which all increase the severity of the charges

Illegally handling, possessing, or disposing of drugs belonging to a family member or friend (or anyone, really) instead of following legal protocol to turn them over to authorities

"Tampering" with mail that is not addressed to you. Yes, including mail for people who live in your household that you have a close relationship with. Yes, knowingly opening that letter or package addressed to your adult child or significant other and NOT to you just to see what it is before you give it to them is a federal crime, but nobody considers themselves a criminal for doing it, do they?

Digital media and software piracy, and copyright infringement (very normalized crimes that tons of people knowingly commit all the time without caring because of how selectively the laws about these crimes are enforced)

Violating the service and licensing agreements of streaming services like Netflix by sharing your password with people who aren't part of your household and/or family (confirmed to be a federal crime under the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act by the US 9th Circuit Court of Appeals, just not enforced.)((The CFAA is wiiiiild BTW, if you want to read about federal law that is intentionally vague and wide reaching but that is very selectively applied that one definitely fits the bill))

Theft. It's very commonly committed both knowingly and unknowingly by tons of people in different forms, whether they admit to it or not. Ever shoplifted in your life? Even just accidentally done so by just forgetting to scan an item in your cart at self checkout and leaving with it? Lots of people have, and definitely not always unintentionally, especially as people get more desperate to obtain necessities in a failing economy with unlivable wages. Most people just don't expect to get caught, and if they do they don't expect to face serious charges for it, so it's a crime they're okay with committing while still not considering themselves criminals despite theft being the 4th most commonly convicted crime of prisoners in our prison system (categorized under burglary, larceny, and property offenses).

Being socially labeled a criminal, charged with a crime (whether you actually committed it or not, intentionally or otherwise), and imprisoned after being charged with a crime all often has a lot less to do with being guilty of committing a crime and a lot more to do with race, class, housing status, disability, and stigmatized mental illness. When slavery that the state and the corporations who lobby and bribe the state profit off of is considered to be a valid punishment for crime then that actually incentivizes the state to manufacture or make up crimes and artificially create criminals where there otherwise wouldn't be any or where nobody is actually harmed in a way to warrant something being considered a crime (i.e. "victimless crimes" like drug use, sex work, homelessness, trespassing without intent to cause harm or damage, etc). Usually these manufactured crimes and the label of criminal for being convicted (rightfully or not) of doing them are systemically intended to target the marginalized, oppressed, and "undesirable" or "unproductive" members of society. A perfect example relevant to California being that if a place criminalizes being homeless and has established slavery as a legal punishment for anyone who has been convicted of a crime, whether fairly or not (because we all know "justice" in the US is far from always fair) then you have just made homelessness and poverty -- something that is caused by lack of proper and accessible social supports, bad government policy around labor and regulation of housing and the economy, and is entirely out of the hands of people suffering from it -- into something that justifies potentially being enslaved.

Like... Oh, are you on the streets because you or a loved one that you take care of or provide for became ill, could no longer work, ended up overwhelmed by medical debt, couldn't afford to keep a place to live, and now are being told that certain supports for unhoused and underemployed people are only available if you're an addict looking for rehabilitation so you have to be currently using drugs to receive that aid? (That last part is not a made up unrealistic scenario, it is actually a very real problem that homeless people, social workers, and harm reduction aid supporters discuss all the time that legitimately prevents some people from getting help and creates addicts.) Congratulations, you are now a criminal, and if you do end up turning to drugs in order to qualify for help or even just to deal with the bleakness of your new reality as one of society's hated and abandoned you are possibly even a felon in California! That means most California voters think you should rightfully be enslaved for corporations and states to continue to profit off you as much as they still can, even though it was their own state's (and federal government's) fault that you and others like you ended up in that situation.

Because yes, in case you didn't know or haven't thought about it critically enough or been exposed to the reality of it enough to realize it, homelessness and poverty are actually government policy choices. They are issues overwhelmingly caused by a lack of policies in place to ensure affordable and accessible healthcare and disability support, regulations around accessible and affordable housing, fair livable wages for labor, reasonable limits to price gouging and inflation of costs of necessities for life, proper management and enforcement of reasonable public health precautions to protect the public from mass illness and post-viral infection related disability in widespread life threatening situations like the SARS-CoV-2 pandemic, and accessible support and aid systems for people who are already unhoused or at risk of becoming unhoused to get into and keep housing and get back to or be able to continue to work (or get on relevant benefits for their situation if they can't work)! Nobody wants to be homeless or living in poverty in a system that punishes those things with institutionalization, criminalization, abandonment, preventable but uncared about suffering, and even sometimes (also preventable) death.

See how that sort of stuff is actually extremely fucked up and designed to create and then exploit vulnerable people for profit while also creating an example out of those "bad" vulnerable people and their suffering to threaten the rest of less marginalized society with to make them fall in line with the system lest it decide to punish them by taking away their privileges and eating them too? (The exact fear-based tactic of our two party system in elections and governing that we've had to deal with in recent decades that facilitates and manufactures consent for our government's continued movement to the right into fascism, btw.) Yeah. This is why marginalized and oppressed people push back and try to tell y'all that "blue states" are still not safe places if you don't already have privilege and the ability to maintain that privilege, that Democrats are not necessarily safe for marginalized and oppressed people since they still serve the same fascist capitalist system. Two of the biggest blue states (NY and CA) have publicly known serious issues with police violence and police gangs, gross over policing of minorities, blatant law enforcement and justice system corruption, funneling of funds from other areas of government into law enforcement and the pockets of politicians, and lately pushing laws to further criminalize marginalized people for things like wearing masks in public during a pandemic to protect their health and lives or participating in legal protests against fascism, war and genocide, police violence, and worker exploitation that harms them and/or their loved ones at home and abroad or being homeless and/or visibly mentally ill.

Like I said, I'm not surprised given the way things in Cali have been lately, but I am still disappointed and pissed the fuck off about the audacity of privileged people when it comes to making political choices that they expect to never affect them either because they think they are part of a safe(r) social group or exist in a safe(r) place that will protect them, even when it doesn't protect others and sometimes goes out of its way to exploit and harm people instead.

[hvnnybvnny6606]

Ren x Lawrence hard nsfw

They get high together 🍃

Ren knocks on the door to Lawrence’s apartment gently waiting for it to open. This time he had come prepared, there wouldn’t be any mistakes in today’s events. His bag was heavy, pulling down on his shoulders and making him sore. His red hair rested gently at his shoulders laying over his grey hoodie. His hands moved down to brush out his tail, tangled in it were small twigs and dead leaves from the shrubbery outside. He drew in a slow breath through his nose, the stale air was nothing special, but the faint scent of blood on the other side of the door told him that despite how long he had been standing out here Lawrence was in fact on the other side. He knocked once more hearing the raps ring out in and echo in the small room. He heard a small groan and some shuffling on the hardwood floor and heavy tired steps approached. 

He heard the many many locks begin to be undone by their resident, and the wood door cracks open slightly. Sandy blonde hair, pale skin and blue eyes standing at 5’11 was Lawrence. Ren pressed his palm to the wood pushing it open just a little more. 

“Oh cmon, let me iiiiin.” Ren took a step closer to the door sliding the front of his foot into the frame so it couldn’t be closed. 

“What do you want.” Lawrence’s tone was cold and distant. He clearly didn’t expect or want company. He tried to push back against Ren attempting to close the door until it met the tip of the other male’s shoe. The blonde takes a few steps back into the apartment accepting his defeat. 

“I just want a smoking buddy don’t be so serious all the time.” Ren slides his bag off his shoulder setting it down on the ground behind the door. He reaches behind his ear to pull out a partially smoked joint gently resting it between his lips. Lawrence sighs and walks to the edge of his bed, he struggles for a moment to open the window, the cool breeze flies into the room starting to air it out. 

“Why do you always come here when you need someone.” He turns around to sit down on the edge of his unmade bed. Ren follows him picking up a silver Playboy lighter off one of the tables in the room. 

“I don’t know, I guess I just like being around you.” He smiles at Lawrence lighting up his joint quickly and taking a long deep drag. 

“Well…I guess that's okay.” Law grins a little to himself and leans against the hard wall alongside his bed. He takes a moment to observe Ren. Smoke billows out of his lips as he exhales, the expression on his face is content and relaxed. Law admires this about him. Ren’s ears fold backward and lay against his head as he coughs his face contorting in a pained expression that lights a familiar fire in Lawrence's gut. While Ren is keeled forward over his knees the small of his back is shown. The bare skin feels almost inviting, as if Ren is taunting him. 

He slowly reaches forward, and he can feel the warmth that Ren is emanating, just as his fingers are going to graze the other’s soft skin ren turns around to pass him the joint. He takes it from him and presses it against his lips. The paper is damp. ‘Ren’s saliva.’ He slowly takes his hit trying not to meet Ren’s gaze. 

“So are any of these plants edible?” The sudden and unrelated question pulls law from his train of thought.

“Yes, uhm..” he pauses for a moment to think them through before getting an idea, “Have you heard of psilocybin mushrooms?”

“No?” Ren cocks his head to this side in confusion. 

“They’re a type of drug, they induce hallucinations and what some people would call “visions” they’re pretty fun.”

“Can we try some?” Ren looks around the room at the various potted plants.

“Of course, let’s just sit here a bit more yeah?” He reaches forward to place the joint in Ren’s mouth once more. He watches as Ren’s eyes widen in surprise, as he takes it from him. 

After a few minutes, Law gets up from the bed to walk to the counter in the kitchen just around the corner. He picks up a small round, green ceramic pot, he walks back over to show Ren. 

“Oh wow, they’re so pretty!” Ren reaches into the pot to pick one of the small shrooms, he breaks it off its think long stock and pops it into his mouth reeling over its harsh flavor. 

“Yeah they don’t taste the best but here pretty soon you’ll be able to feel the effects.”

Ren nods and rests against the back wall next to Lawrence, his skin is cold and uninviting as their arms brush up against each other. Law leans away for a moment to pick his bong up off the ground. He sets it in Ren’s lap and begins to pack the bowl. Ren grabs the glass neck circling his fingers around the inside of the mouthpiece. After waiting for a while they begin to feel it. For Ren it starts as a small pulsing wave washing over him and spreading out onto the stiff mattress he’s now sprawled out on. He runs his fingers over the coarse bedsheets and up onto the uneven texture of the wall. The smoothness of the paint spreads out onto his fingertips and down his forearms. He can feel the looming presence behind him, he can feel the holes Law has burned into his back with his gaze. 

For Lawrence, it started as that same small fire in his stomach as before. Sitting between his legs Law looks over Ren’s body, he’s frail and limp. Law can see under his hoodie, and Ren’s inviting skin peeks out under the dark grey hoodie. It’s draped over his hips revealing the small of his back and around the side of his body up his ribs. Once again law feels as though he’s being toyed with. ‘He knows what he’s doing to you.’ Law leans forward to place his hand on the back of Ren’s leg. ‘God. You’re so…warm.’ Law’s hand creeps up Ren’s side slowly finding his way up to his exposed skin. He can’t help but want to take a bite. Ren flips around quickly to look at law. 

“What are you doing?!” Ren tries to sit up and scurry to the other side of the bed. Law’s hand firmly grasps at his ankle dragging him back into place. 

“Oh, ren…” He grabs Ren by the hips with both his hands yanking him closer once more until their bodies connect. 

“Dude get off me!” Ren hurriedly puts his hands on Law’s chest trying to shove him back to no avail. 

“You can drop the act, Ren.” He grabs one of Ren’s wrists pinning it down to the bed. 

“Lawrence you’re hurting me!” Ren digs his claws into Lawrence’s arm trying to break his grip. He immediately breaks his skin the blood oozes out, down his arm and it slowly pools under his hand staining the once white sheets. 

“Good.” He smiles and eases Ren down laying him back out onto the bed. “Just don’t move. Don’t scream. You won’t escape me. You might as well enjoy it.” He flips Ren over onto his stomach grabbing a fistful of his hair and shoving his face into the pillows. Ren reaches back with his free hand trying to breathe through the thick fabric. 

Law leans down and kisses the back of Ren’s neck, peppering him with quick bursts of kissing and licking. The burning in his stomach grows from a small flame into a large yearning fire. He reaches around to undo the knot on Ren’s pants. Ren struggles more and more digging his claws deeper into Law’s arm. 

“Mother fucker!” Law lets go for a brief moment and Ren darts off the bed. Law grabs his ankle once again and pulls him back making Ren slam onto the hardwood floor. Blood drips down Law’s arms as he drags Ren back up enough so his ass is over the edge of the bed. Lawrence pulls his pants down to reveal his aching member. Ren stops fighting back, tears streaming down his face in spiteful acceptance. Law’s attention is then drawn to Ren’s tail, once puffed and stiff was now slowly resting down Ren’s back. 

“Good boy…See? That wasn’t so hard.” Law grabs the base of Ren’s tail as he slowly grinds against Ren.

“Shut up and get this over with.” Ren grits his teeth looking over his shoulder at Law. 

“Okay baby..whatever you say.” Law forces himself into the other male who cries out in pain. “Shut up ren.”

“It hurts!” Ren digs his nails into the wood under him as Lawrence begins to thrust himself back and forth. The calming waves that once washed over Ren were replaced with stabbing pains and a pounding headache. “I can’t-..it’s too much law please-~” 

“Shut up!” Law moves off the bed and onto the ground with Ren flipping him back onto his back, his hand comes up to cover his mouth and nose. Ren’s eyes widen and he reaches up to claw at Law’s face and neck. Lawrence persists. ‘I’m about to die..’ The thought Races through Ren’s head as the room begins to darken. He can feel his lungs running out of air. He tries to gasp through Law’s fingers but he gets little to no air. He tries screaming but Law uses his other hand to grab onto his throat to stop him. Law’s thrusts start getting more and more sloppy as he reaches his end. 

“Fuck..you’re so tight.~” Law’s head falls backward as he pumps. “Your ass feels so good. Fuck~” Ren’s vision begins to blur and he can feel his body get weaker. His arms fall onto the ground as he goes limp. He looks around the room and finally at Law. Law’s face is smeared in his own blood, sweat is running down his face and he finishes slamming his hips into Ren's and releasing his throat.

[boghermit]

15 OC Associations

No one tagged me in this, but I saw @ineed-to-sleep doing it and thought I would give it a whirl for my current favorite OC

SALEM [UNKNOWNSURNAME]

ANIMAL(S): Vulture, hyena, reindeer

COLOR(S): black, green, red

MONTH: Uktar / The Rotting

SONG: Why give you just one when I can give you Way Too Damn Many? But if I really have to pick on on the spot, The Poet and the Pendulum by Nightwish

NUMBER: 7

DAY OR NIGHT: night

PLANT(S): netherstalk, henbane, amaranth, psilocybin mushrooms

SMELL(S): petrichor, burning logs, freshly turned earth, rust

GEMSTONE: ruby

SEASON: late autumn

PLACE(S): a noxious bog, a gray tundra, a vibrant swamp, a hidden temple to the old gods

FOOD(S): roasted dwarf venison, salmon stew, mushrooms, smoked meat

SIGN: Scorpio? Maybe Capricorn

ELEMENT: earth

DRINK(S): dark beer (think Irish stout), black tea

I tag anyone who sees this and wants to fill one out! Tag me in it so I can see :3c

[sunbeamstress]

qualia 00002

cool, crisp air, baffled by tall buildings in an orderly grid.

the click-thump click-thump of boots, leather and vinyl, drumbeat ad infinitum into cracked pavement.

a louder thudding, something deeper and more visceral, barely held at bay by a pair of flimsy metal doors, paint peeling, stickers fading.

a blast of warm air and sheer noise. chthonic rhythms. distorted synth and distorted guitar leapfrogging the blade-edged pulses of the 808.

where you can hear it clothing rustles; it squeaks; it's alive, a sea of shiny and lacy and filigreed black from person to person to person. faces glowing white, painted with inverted crosses, lips like glossy PVC, hair bloody and bright or quite dark.

three girls smile at me in the corner and ply me with drinks, or when i've had too much we slip from the building and smoke a joint against its concrete cladding.

my head is swimming and i'm very, very warm. i'm penned in on both sides; nowhere to go. they're telling me i'm pretty, that i'm sweet. i'm hiding my face and my cheeks hurt - i can't stop smiling from ear to ear. they always seem to get closer and closer.

ten minutes or ten hours pass, there's no way of telling. my sneakers scrape asphalt. i'm stumbling past a crosswalk: light and dark and light and dark and light and dark. the boots corral my footsteps, keep them from veering off course, keep me from collapsing. everyone's laughing and having a great time.

black ribbons and lace trail the girl who passes us. she's tall and angular and beautiful. there's a smile on her face: oh hey, they're just like me. she's going to the place we just left. i'm never going to forget that smile.

ten minutes or ten hours pass. the girls have taken me to a hotel room. the qualia here are too many, too intimate and too lurid to describe; maybe if this were a different kind of blog.

ten minutes or ten hours pass. the sun is up. the face in the mirror looks back at me and i see little, mouth-shaped bruises on her neck; there are thin, shallow rope marks around her wrists. the eyeliner she forgot to clean off rims her eyes and smudges her cheeks. she looks really happy.

she pours the hot water with care. it shines where it rises to the neck of the teapot, then recedes at it is absorbed. she does this over and over again until it stays shining.

steam cloaks our glasses. the tea is dark and rich and brown and tastes wonderful: psilocybin, star anise, honey.

her hands are rough yet somehow soft; they feel so good skimming over my scalp, make my brain shiver. we sink into her bed and stare at the ceiling.

the phone is playing some music she made herself. it's complex and beautiful and sounds like a Jewish wedding. the ancient MIDI tones feel like nostalgia and safety and home.

something is happening to my legs and bowels. i can't tell if it's comfortable or not. there's a kind of urgent sensation, a distant, distant neighbor to itching, that makes me saw my legs together like a cricket.

i have to use the bathroom. when i return she's playing music of a different kind: corridors of time from the chrono trigger soundtrack. it's a 10 hour loop. i never get sick of it.

children have made pictures for her on the door of her closet. in the dim lighting, their stark pages stand out against dark brown wood. they've begun to float, hovering quite slowly and without incident in the air.

the room flexes where wall meets ceiling and in this moment i realize the entire house is breathing with me.

look at the ceiling, i hear. it used to be a pale shade of yellow but the colors i see are gold and green and blue. they're vivid and oh so achingly bright.

i'm laughing so hard. that sensation that had been bothering me so long ago has moved to my heart, and it feels like the purest, most formless happiness i've ever experienced.

she's touching me and i'm touching her. we're entwined as tightly as we can get. there's no longer a ceiling; i know the lights are out but sunlight bathes the room. our jutting elbows and the knurl of my wristbone and her clavicle and all of us, the rest of us, have melted together into bark and leaves and thick, soil-clogged roots.

my tears feel warm and crystalline on my face. i don't know how long i've been crying or even why - all i know is that somehow i've died.

i've never been so small or so naked. there's nothing left of me at all but the raw, vulnerable structure of my heart. i'm shaking so badly but i feel so warm.

she holds me tight and she tells me beautiful secrets; she tells me about how we made god, and we keep god alive with everything that we do, every song we sing and every person we love and even the food and water we eliminate are all ways of creating and propagating god.

i'm seeing her face for the first time, touching her hands for the first time, and all of her is so beautiful that i cry and cry again. i can't believe i never saw her like this before. i sob with my cheek buried into her palm and i kiss her wrist worshipfully and my tears course down the soft curvature of her arm.

ten minutes or ten hours pass. my body and soul are dirty sponges that have been soaked and then wrung out.

she makes me drink water; i watch my hands shake as they curl around her bottle, and she lays hers over mine, and i stare into her eyes and i drink my fill.

it feels a little like the bedroom itself: she breathes and i breathe with her.

[asphodelflowers]

FF7 playable characters and whether or not I think they would do drugs:

Cloud: Not a habitual stoner, but will use basically anything if given enough prodding. Isn't really affected by anything anymore though, since no trip compares to getting dunked in the Lifestream. Still has a penchant for liquor however.

Tifa: Like Cloud, doesn't really have any opinions one way or the other and nothing really fazes her anymore. You might convince her to go out for a drink or join a smoking circle but that's about it.

Barrett: Would not use drugs aside from the occasional drink. He needs to set a good example for Marlene.

Aerith: Frequently uses psychedelics such as LSD, DMT and Psilocybin. She claims it's to commune with the Planet, but the fact that she keeps ranting about "Winning over Garnet", "Stopping that androgynous cunt" and "Tetra Master" while high throws this into doubt.

Red XIII/Nanaki: Doesn't do drugs. He's a child after all. Also, why do drugs when you can just go to your local grocery store and buy a jar of peanut butter?

Cid: Canonically is a chain-smoker. Claims to be clean otherwise, but for the love of God don't ask him what he puts in that tea.

Cait Sith: Cannot use drugs due to being inorganic. On the other hand, Reeve consumes industrial quantities of adderall. Running an entire megacity's infrastructure on a shoestring budget requires a lot of focus, after all.

Yuffie: Occasionally tries to steal cigarettes from Cid. Fails every time.

Vincent: Avoids drugs like the plague. They remind him too much of the sensory deprivation-induced hallucinations he had inside that coffin.

[halfmoonherbal]

Studies in Oaxaca ..

The first time I visited Oaxaca, Mexico, I didn't know much about traveling in the country, and I spoke less than a little Spanish. The fascination with the region started with a food writer. If you know me, you know one of my first loves alongside medicinal herbs is food; and the culinary world in Oaxaca is next level fantastic.

A little backstory ..

A few years ago, I started experiencing serious depression, and sought help through the US medical system. I dipped my toes in cautiously, but with curiosity and openness. I found the experience to be superficial, and only somewhat useful. I was offered anti-depressants, but I am not a candidate for pharmaceutical therapy because of the contraindications with a congenital heart condition (more on that later).

I decided to work with low dose psychedelics for depression therapy as the ‘alternative’. As a Herbalist, which I define as someone who communes with the plants, I knew what to expect from psychedelics as I had communed with them in the past. I knew the history, the unfolding of psychedelic research and recreational use in the US, and of course, I knew about the war on drugs. But it didn’t quite click with me until I attended a mycology talk in Georgia, when I was reminded of the significance of Oaxaca, Mexico in relation to its history of opening the psilocybin experience to Americans in the United States.

This place called Oaxaca was now coming up for me in multiple areas of my life.

Sometime in November 2022, I arrived in San Mateo Río Hondo, about 15 miles south of the now well known, San José Del Pacifico. There are thousands of online articles published where you can read about the San José area of Oaxaca. In an effort to be a part of it, but also distance myself from psychedelic tourism, I decided to go a little deeper south into the mountains. The pueblo of San Mateo Río Hondo was quiet and sleepy. There were no tourists. There were wildflowers everywhere. Flying insects were buzzing around. Family gatherings happened in small mountain backyards. I slept for 11 hours in a studio tucked away on a hillside, and was greeted by mountain vistas as a backdrop. For three days, this would be my own heaven.

My first morning in this place, I took a slow walk into the center of town. Only a couple storefronts were open, so I visited one of two that were serving hot food from a small kitchen. It was in this home kitchen / restaurant / church that my perception of care was forever changed. It was in this room with the dirt floor, among the songs of this town cook, that I would learn a traditional and simple recipe for preparing hongos mágicos by way of tea.

The woman in the kitchen was anybody’s ethnic grandmother. I had feelings of my own lineage coming up in my nostalgia. Had I been here before? This sweet elderly woman, next to the tortillas she was pressing, next to the chilis and the pot of drinking chocolate, was humbly brewing 2 simple herbs, a powerful fresh mushroom and a most citrus tasting honey. 

Here, this woman was making medicine for a village man who was grieving the loss of his wife and youngest daughter. In the gathering space next to her kitchen, a warmly sunlight kissed room with blue walls and drying flowers symbolized a holding place for the grieving. A young man lying on a floor mat was listening to song being sang by another woman in the space. Clearly, the man was weeping.

I did not drink the mushroom tea during this ceremony as it was not prepared for me. But I was given a chance to observe preparation of a tea used in ceremony; something much more profound for a woman who thrives on learning through travel. Before parting ways, my host gave me a limpia smoke clearing by sweeping my body with herbs. She sent me on my way safely. 

In less than 24 hours, I had received the gift of why I came to Oaxaca.

It was not my intention to consume psychedelic mushrooms in Oaxaca, but I also left myself open to the moment if it felt right. I have some strong opinions centered on psychedelic tourism and traveling for recreational  experiences that involve the use of traditional herbs. Where this involves sacred plants is even more serious for me. While I know use of sacred medicine can be helpful, all of the plantas sagradas suffer some level of abuse or ‘recreational use’. This is disrespectful to the traditions that hold the medicine, and the sacred plants that give.

The time I found to observe a moment of preparation versus consumption felt right. Sharing a morning with the curandera tradition was an initiation. An unasked for gift. A calling that I honored and deeply respected. I now hold this sacred practice of preparing psilocybin tea as medicine to be my most precious possession. It was given to me because I moved softly to receive the knowledge. It is a medicine I have used for myself to treat depression, and have prepared for my clients.

I have been trusted, perhaps by something much bigger. To reduce the (emotional) harm a fellow human may feel is the most gentle, kind and loving practice; I am honored to have been taught how and when to pass the medicine.

On a final note, I have one thought on the explorations of clinical psychedelic therapy in the states..

‘Americans’, please don’t fuck this up.

[magicalshe]

headcanons and an explanation of drug names used on this blog.

Okay, so I want you all to know that I will be using names for real-life drugs and the names of fantasy drugs on this blog. Why? Well, it mostly has to do with Lilim. In my canon, it's hard for demons, devils, and other supernatural with 'poison immunity' or 'poison resistance' to feel the effect of human substances (both drugs and liquor). This is because they were made for humans by humans who have a significantly lower tolerance than folks like the residents of hell. So instead of having to take an obnoxious amount of human drugs to feel anything, the supernaturals have developed their own drugs over the years (many of which have fun or interesting effects).

Under the cut will be a list of drugs that Lilim is known to take, both human and not, as well as some descriptions of the fantasy ones.

regular/real drugs.

alcohol via drinking.

cocaine via snorting.

psilocybin mushrooms via oral consumption, typically straight or in tea.

salvia via smoke inhalation.

cannabis via smoke inhalation or edibles.

LSD or acid via tabs or sheets meant to be taken orally.

MDMA or ecstasy/molly via oral consumption, typically pills or tablets.

PCP or angel dust via smoke inhalation or pills.

ketamine via snorting or oral consumption of pills.

fantasy drugs.

dragon spice. It's basically a fantasy mix of cocaine and ketamine that is meant to be snorted. Because of the name, many people wrongly assume it to be made of something like dragon scales. In fact, the name is a hint at the drug's largest consumer.

heavenly lotus flowers. These are heavenly flowers that look like red and gold lotus. They are made into a tea that gives a person a relaxed and euphoric feeling. It's popular amongst the heavenly hosts and those belonging to the Upper Realms.

nepenthe. Popular amongst the Greco-Roman crowd, it is made from the resin of unique trees that only grow on Olympus or in Hades. It promotes jovialness and is most often used at celebrations. It's consumed by mixing it into a liquid (preferably wine) and drinking it.

sundrops. A sweet, amber tablet meant to be dissolved slowly on the tongue or on the side of the cheek and is made through a fae alchemy process that combines liquid sunlight and an herbal mixture unique to the Seelie court. It has heavy aphrodisiac and pain relief effects and is popularly used by the fae during courtship dances or solstice celebrations.

blackroot. A lichen that grows on large rocks in all circles of hell. When chewed on, it causes the user to have a pleasant tingling sensation on the lips, tongue, and gum. It also gives the user a sense of mental sharpness, alertness, and quicker reflexes for a few hours. Blackroot is most popular among foot soldiers and lower-ranking demons due to its cheap price.

wandercaps. A mushroom that looks like a blue inkcap mushroom popularized by the fae of the Unseelie court. It's a hallucinogenic that allows one to see onto the ethereal plane for a number of hours. It's typically washed with moon water and then eaten plain.

sharpsugar. An energy-boosting iridescent white power that can be snorted or rubbed on the gums. It was made popular by stage performers and is well-liked by the upper ranks of hell for use during long meetings or gatherings. It has a side effect of whitening teeth and is fairly expensive.

stardust. Made from dead stars, it's typically used by eldritch space horrors but has been growing in popularity recently due to a new refinement process discovered by the fae. It's basically like space LSD. It is recommended to be mixed with water and then drank.

purified stardust. A more concentrated, powerful, and safer version of stardust.

shatter. An odd emerald substance that can be smoked or consumed in a tincture. It gives a potent and pleasant high. If taken in large and consecutive doses it is possible for the individual to split into copies of their self. The effect lasts until the copies are killed or the high ends causing the copies to turn into emerald green smoke. During this time, the copies are scarily realistic to all the senses.

fever fire. Made from the ground petals of a translucent flower that only grows in the coldest parts of hell, fever fire causes the body temperature of the user to rise and enter a pleasant yet foggy state of high. It can be paired with sundrops to force creatures into an artificial heat or estrous cycle.

redthyme. An odd concoction that is used to force that user into a violent, psychotic state. It is typically drunk and is infamous for its bitter taste. Prolonged use of this drug is known to wear down one's mental state quickly.

unicorn wax. It's basically fantasy top self cannabis and is normally smoked. Unicorn wax is in fact made out of unicorns and is very expensive because of that.

[themagicruby]

i'm tripping for the first time in a while on a p low dose of an rc and im like out of the peak where i was just playing dragon age inquisition and i cannot decide if i should smoke marijuana or not like logically i know it is very synergistic and will make me peak again but also..... will it make me more sleepy or not probably not but also maybe it will. i also think that i could probably take half a klonopin to dampen the effects if i needed cause the rc im on is often compared to shrooms in effect and structure (ofc i know it's its own thing) but ppl say that benzos decrease the effects of psilocybin so it might also do that for this but who's to say - not a lot of info and i didn't have the patience to scroll thru this one guys trip report where he took a benzo at one point to see what the effects were. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i mean i took a very low dose of this rc which i've taken multiple times before and it will end so ultimately whatever i do doesn't matter usually when i trip i smoke a lot of weed throughout but that also was when i was smoking a lot of weed in general and now my tolerance is wayyyyy lower. but i did roll a joint with a more cbd heavy strain earlier so it won't b like getting hit by a semi if i smoke it

lmao tumblr mobile formatting is terrible i press enter and this paragraph is down here, maybe ittl look different if i post this which i think i will and probably no one will read which is fine but if you are reading this; Hi!

also i know how very much this reads like someone who is on a psychedelic lol i might delete this in the morning but maybe i'll keep it for posterities sake or whatever, and also if i smoke (which i almost certainly will go do after i post this) i'll probably reblog this with what happened. this is what blogs were made for folks! lol ok bye

while writing the tags i realize i have no idea what the rc community on tumblr is like maybe there are ppl who follow tags idk anyway bye for real until i reblog this

EDIT: uugh ok i can feel myself coming down do i just wait it out or do i smoke i kinda wanna smoke.... i really wanna smoke lol but i also dont wanna b up all night cause my gf's asleep and i can't like watch stuff on my tv and i dont really wanna sit at my computer cause my neck is stiff from playing dragon age lol. i know im probably gonna smoke lol but ok if this ends up fuckinf me over and making me stay up all night at least i'll have this post as reference for next time

[gothicdicordia]

As we roll into Hallows Eve:

Red capped mushrooms - Gnome Hat type are poisonous. (Fly Agaric) Others will argue but it's irresponsible to say they aren't bad expect someone to skin a mushroom, take the delicate skin only and smoke it hours over a wood fire, and then...? You throw up a lot. Because it's mostly poisonous.

Not like Magic Aka Psilocybin. Which are still "will make you barf"mushrooms.

Salvia is the latin name for Sage we smudge (White Sage), but the drug is something else - poisonous and a usually very negative hallucinogen.

Amaryllis and Avacado is poison to pets.

Nightshade flying ointments and teas - poison.

Again people 25 years younger will argue. Sure argue with an ethnobotanist about something someone said on Tiktok.

(And too much THC can trigger weeks of psychosis on a bad day. If it's laced or someone is already on a psych meds it can be bad news)

You don't need poison to practice spell work..you also will need your liver for the rest of your life

This is your friendly reminder that herbs aren't inherently safe.

Natural doesn't mean Safe.

Lightning is natural. Opium, therefore heroin and opiate drugs are derived from poppies. Cinnamon oil will burn your skin. Lilies are toxic to cats and will cause organ failure. Activated charcoal will neutralize your prescription medications and literally anything else in your system. St. John's Wort will destroy your serotonin production and mess with your happiness threshold if it DOESNT KILL YOU FIRST.

So anyway.

Do some damn good research every time you go to eat, breathe, bring around your pets, bathe in, or smoke something. Be safe please.

[bonesmarky]

Are there any pothead programmers? Can you code while you're high?

At WeedMaps we smoke and code everyday, all day. Some of the smartest, most insightful people I know smoke pot daily.

If you only smoke occasionally, the euphoria and wandering thoughts might get in the way of being able to concentrate. For daily users, it really isn’t much of an issue. I find that sometimes I need to just have a few rips to really dive deep into something, honestly. Everyone is different.

Update: Here’s a nice little post from a colleague of mine that mirrors some of my thoughts - Why I Chose To Work For a Tech Company in the Cannabis Space

Update #2: I’d also like to add that I’ve known programmers who code on LSD, mescaline, psilocybin and the like. Usually, they do this in small doses (micro-dosing). For some, these drugs can be performance enhancing. To each their own. Check these guys out for some hash and cannabis

[fairy-goth-mommy]

2,5,35

2 - shoe size?

10 mens uk/12.5 womens uk

5 - do you take drugs?

I do, much less than I used to though. I smoke cannabis and drink alcohol and smoke tobacco. When necessary I take cocodamol for pain relief, though I'm more likely to use paracetamol due to it not having narcotic effects. If I could get some psilocybin I'd take them again

35 - what do you find attractive in men?

The majority comes down to personality, whether I can relax around them. There's something about everyone that I can find physically attractive and I tend to take it on a case by case basis. This makes me feel less able to pin down a type like people talk about having but some features I like on men are shoulders, dimples, armpits, happy trails, their smell, lips, feet.

Thanks 😊

[famousautomatondreamsrockstar]

Hey Skyler, would you tell Jahnavi that I'll buy her 12 gallons of pure LSD powder and 12 kilos of dried psilocybin mushrooms and 13 gallons of pure PCP powder and 15 kilos of pure cocaine and 12,000 pills of Adderall and 2,000 hits of pure mescaline?

Hey Jahnavi, if you're reading this, I will pay you 300 googolplexianth dollars.

Girl, you need to calm down because I did you a favor by touching your butt because you're not famous and you're not rich and you're not blonde and you're not tall and you don't have blue nor green eyes and you don't have a talent, you're just a blogger who smokes pot — at least you can brag about it that you dated a celebrity. You don't rule the world, I do. You're not gonna get ahead in life making enemies — your best chance is to be nice to me and hope it lays a golden egg.

You're never going to come across this much money nor this much drugs and if you talk shit, I'll send you the prison.

The only thing I did was treat you right, with respect, because I didn't know it was illegal to touch a girl's butt, and I did it very gently and with the best intentions — I was just trying to make love to you because I was a clueless little boy.

You're not a slut, girl — it wasn't your fault.