#cannabis stores list

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Manitoba cannabis stores

Purchasing Cannabis in Manitoba

As of October 17, 2018, individuals matured 19 years and more established can buy cannabis from authorised retailers in Manitoba.

Watch the accompanying video to figure out how cannabis is controlled in Manitoba, and the LGCA's part in giving guidelines and state funded schooling about cannabis.

Lawful CANNABIS STORES IN MANITOBA

The LGCA has authorised the accompanying stores, which might stock and sell cannabis lawfully. Authorised stores can likewise offer online and phone deals. Check with stores for their initial times.

Altona:

Altona Engine Lodging, 61 Center Road East

Mate Fellow Cannabis, Unit 1 - 45 fourth Road Upper east

Arborg:

The Vault Cannabis, 145 Nightfall Lane

Ashern:

The Vault Cannabis, 20 Central avenue

Beausejour:

Cabin Nation Cannabis, 724 Park Road

12 PM Show, 612 Park Road

Brandon:

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, Unit 48 - 1570 eighteenth Road

Flamingo + Cannabis, Unit 1 - 2637 Victoria Road

Typical, Unit 1B - 1350 eighteenth Road

Meta Cannabis Supply Co., Unit 4, 930 - eighteenth Road

Tokyo Smoke, 628 eighteenth Road

Tokyo Smoke, Unit 3 - 915 eighteenth Road North

The Shed Cannabis Store, Unit C, 1150 - nineteenth Road

Tweed, 2705 Victoria Road

Carman:

Country Buds Cannabis Shop, 9 Center Road West

Churchill:

Fireweed Cannabis, Unit A - 353 Kelsey Street

Dauphin:

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, Unit 2 - 1351 Central avenue

Tweed, 1450 Central avenue South

Flin Flon:

Payson's Joint, 46 Central avenue

Imperial Lodging, 93 Central avenue

Gimli:

Grassland Trichomes, Unit A - 66 First Road

Headingley:

Baba Cannabis, Unit A - 5423 Portage Road

Hodgson:

Bud-ees Dispensary, 40 and 42 Central avenue

Ile des Chenes:

Blissful Valleys Cannabis, Unit 4 - Meadowlark Street

Killarney:

Ruler Bud Cannabis, 543 Broadway Road

La Broquerie

Tango Cannabis, 199 Principale Road

La Salle:

LaSalle Cannabis and Vape, 67 Mourn Principale

Lac du Cap:

Cabin Nation Cannabis, Unit 2 - 100 First Road

Melita:

Huge Town Buds Cannabis, 69 Central avenue

Minnedosa:

CJ's Cannabis and Wellbeing, 65 Central avenue

Morden:

Morden Vape Superstore, Unit H - 886 Thornhill Road

Meta Cannabis Supply Co., 300A North Rail line Road

Tokyo Smoke, Unit A - 195 La Verendrye Street

Morris:

Morris Super Assortment, 150 Central avenue

Rasta Woman Cannabis, 654 Central avenue South

Neepawa:

Grassland Trichomes, 361 Mountain Road

Grassland Trichomes, 374 Mountain Road

Niverville:

Metropolitan Flavors, Unit 2 - 41 Central avenue

Notre Lady de Lourdes:

Green Slopes Cannabis Ltd., 126 Notre Lady Road

Onanole:

Lord Bud Cannabis, 110 Wapiti Drive

Opaskwayak Cree Country:

Meta Cannabis Supply Co., Otineka Shopping centre

Pine Falls:

Fundamental Cannabis Organization, Unit C - 18 Pine Road

Portage la Grassland:

Fire and Blossom Cannabis Co., Unit 5B - 2352 Sissons Drive

Olina Cannabis, 115 Saskatchewan Road East

Tweed, 309 Saskatchewan Road

Rathwell:

Rathwell Stores, 158 Rail line Road

More extravagant:

Imposing - More extravagant, 43160 1 East Roadway

Riverton:

Interlake Reef, Unit C - 78 Central avenue

Russell:

The Corktown Cannabis Organization, 117 Assiniboine Road

Sandy Lake:

Lyons Thunder, 110 Rail line Road

Selkirk:

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, 379 Central avenue

Emerald Greens Cannabis Organization, Unit B - 176 Central avenue

Fundamental Cannabis Organization, 229 Manitoba Road

Fire and Bloom Cannabis Co., Unit 15 - 1014 Manitoba Road

Fat Panda, 239 Manitoba Road

Meta Cannabis Supply Co., Unit 102 - 366 Central avenue

Smoke N Fish, 405 Central avenue

Somerset:

Hair Do or Colour, 311 third Road

St. Adolphe:

Country Buds Cannabis Shop, Unit B - 511 Central avenue

St. Eustache:

Jackson's Convenience store, 58 Central avenue

St. Jean Baptiste:

St. Jean Staple, 174 Caron Road

St. Laurent:

MTT Administration, Expressway 6 and Twin Lakes Ocean side Street

St. Pierre Jolys:

Provincial Buds Cannabis Shop, Unit 1 - 530 Sabourin Road

Ste. Anne:

AAAAA Supercraft Cannabis, Unit 5 - 555 Cross Street

Stall:

Combination Bud, 371 Central avenue

Swan Waterway:

Fire and Bloom Cannabis Co., 526 Central avenue

The Pas:

Grassland Roots Fine Cannabis, 258 Fischer Road

Thompson:

Burntwood Cannabis Shop, 150 Selkirk Road

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, 300 Secret Lake Street

Meta Cannabis Supply Co., 58 Cree Street

Virden:

Cannabis 204 Retail location, 163 Nelson Road West

West Pine Edge:

The 59er, 847 Dunning Street East

Winnipeg:

Ashdown Cannabis, 171 Bannatyne Road

Nuclear Blossom, 107 Portage Road

Nuclear Blossom, Unit 8 - 741 St. Mary's Street

Babette's Cannabis Dispensary, 3226 Portage Road

Huge Buds Cannabis Deals, Unit J - 3025 Ness Road

Dark Tie Cannabis, Unit 8 - 6500 Roblin Lane

Budville Cannabis, 1839 1/2 Portage Road

Bzam, Unit 3 - 875 Corydon Road

C Shop, 80 Buffalo Drive

CANACity Cannabis Store, Unit 2 - 276 Marion Road

Canad Cannabis Corner, 2100 McPhillips Road

Cannabis at the Green Brier, 1611 Central avenue

Character Co., Unit 9 - 2090 Corydon Road

Shady Surprise, 232 Tyndall Road

Cottontail Cannabis Organization, 671 Corydon Road

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, Unit 1 - 827 Dakota Road

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, Units 2 and 3 - 2001 Henderson Interstate

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, Unit 2 - 1589 Kenaston Street

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, Unit 15 - 1399 McPhillips Road

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, 2081 Pembina Thruway

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, 1719 Portage Road

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, Units 10 and 11 - 3421 Portage Road

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, 3321 Portage Road

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, Unit 655 - 1615 Official Road West

Delta 9 Cannabis Store, 478 Stream Road

Tradition Market and Blossoms, Unit 106 - 180 Ruler Road

Rancher Jane Cannabis Co., Unit B - 1046 Henderson Thruway

Rancher Jane Cannabis Co., Unit 106 - 6640 Roblin Street

Rancher Jane Cannabis Co., Unit 1 - 1194 Taylor Road

Rancher Jane Cannabis Co., Unit 160 - 235 Vermillion Street

Rancher Jane Cannabis Co., Unit 205 - 1750 Plessis Street,

Fat Panda, 1830 Central avenue

Fiddler's Green Cannabis Co., 124 Lord Road

Fire and Blossom Cannabis Co., Unit 3 - 375 Center Road

Fire and Blossom Cannabis Co., Unit 3 - 1460 Plessis Street

Fire and Blossom Cannabis Co., Unit K - 730 St. Anne's Street

Fire and Blossom Cannabis Co., Unit 11 - 660 Authentic Lyon Expressway

Flamingo + Cannabis, 745 Corydon Road

Flamingo + Cannabis, Unit G - 2450 Central avenue

Flamingo + Cannabis, 3562 Pembina Thruway

Flamingo + Cannabis, Unit 103 - 2565 Portage Road

Flamingo + Cannabis, 1750 St. James Road

Rock and Ashes Cannabis Organization, Unit 100 - 1065 Portage Road

Four20 Chuckles, 713 McPhillips Road

Typical, Unit 620 - 1424 Ellice Road

Typical, Unit 10 - 655 Authentic Lyon Expressway

Cheerful Valleys Cannabis, Unit 2 - 1115 Passage Street

Hemp Sanctuary, 496 Larsen Road

Jupiter Cannabis, Unit C - 580 Institute Street

Kildare Stop and Shop, Unit 1 - 630 Kildare Road East

Lux Leaf Cannabis, Unit 150 - 400 North Town Street

Lux Leaf Cannabis, Unit 19 - 2727 Portage Road

Meta Cannabis Supply Co., 1881 Award Road

Meta Cannabis Supply Co., Unit 23 - 584 Pembina Thruway

Meta Cannabis Supply Co., Units 50 - 60, 2589 Pembina Thruway

Meta Cannabis Supply Co., 2145 Portage Road

Mistik Cannabis Co., 1670 Central avenue

My Two Children, Unit 2 - 2055 McPhillips Road

Radiance Cannabis, Unit 17 - 200 Meadowood Drive

Nor-Estate Engine Lodging, 1763 Henderson Roadway

Parrot Pot Shop, 380 Selkirk Road

Pot Life, Unit B - 201 Henderson Roadway

Spiritleaf, Unit 110 - 2136 McPhillips Road

Spiritleaf, Unit 6 - 3653 Portage Road

Spiritleaf, Unit 15 - 1530 Official Road West

Spiritleaf, Unit 2 - 690 St. James Road

Spiritleaf, Unit E - 1510 St. Mary's Street

Smoky Paths, 1342 Central avenue

Star Buds Cannabis Co., Unit C - 1566 Pembina Roadway

Star Buds Cannabis Co., 2519 Portage Road

Star Buds Cannabis Co., 1210 Rothesay Road

Sukh Store, 775 Westminster Road

Sweet Weedz, Unit 4 - 1783 Plessis Street

Tatva Cannabis, 1821 Portage Road

The Budstop Cannabis Inc., Unit E - 1155 Central avenue

The Budstop Cannabis Inc., Unit B - 1026 St. Mary's Street

The Joint Cannabis Shop, 607 Corydon Road

The Joint Cannabis Shop, 1165 Henderson Roadway

The Joint Cannabis Shop, Unit 5 - 1650 Kenaston Lane

The Joint Cannabis Shop, Unit 3 - 915 Leila Road

The Joint Cannabis Shop, 2997 Pembina Roadway

The Joint Cannabis Shop, 3223 Portage Road

The Joint Cannabis Shop, 218 Official Road West

The Joint Cannabis Shop, 578 St. Mary's Street

The Joint Cannabis Shop, Unit 113 - 55 Sage Brook Street

The Old Cannabis Market, 6600 Roblin Lane

Tokyo Smoke, Unit 101 - 264 McDermot Road

Tokyo Smoke, 55B Goulet Road

Tokyo Smoke, Unit 2 - 437 Stradbrook Road

Tokyo Smoke, Unit 150 3369-3393 Portage Road

Tweed, 120 Osborne Road

Tweed, 1592 Official Road

Up In Sky, Unit 1400A - 305 McPhillips Road

Up In Sky, Unit 102 - 1615 St. Mary's Street

Up In Smoke, 656 Leila Road

Up In Smoke Henderson, 851 Henderson Roadway

Video Basement Tobacconist, 1319 Central avenue

Video Basement Tobacconist, 255 Watt Road

Wowkpow, 68 Donald Road

[rowretro]

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

✧CHAPTER 2✧

Warnings: Kissing, nth else I think

✧tag list✧: @chlorinecake @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strwberrydinosaur @sunghoonsbeautymark

Upon arriving in South Korea, Heeseung, Jungwon and Sunghoon were already there. They drove to Riki's villa where Sunghoon treated Y/n's wounds and Heeseung was trying to process the chaotic events that had unravelled in Japan "Ok so I don't have to kill you for getting my sister knocked up?" Heeseung asked as Riki sighed.

"Does the baby even look anything like me you idiot? I'm only keeping that demon spawn because your sister didn't want to leave it in the dumpster." Riki said as he rocked the baby gently. "Riki looking after a baby is nothing like looking after a dog... you know that right?" Heeseung asked as Riki sighed as he lit up the cannabis roll up that he was fiddling with.

"And you can start by not smoking." Heeseung added, sternly as Riki glared at him "Ki..." Y/n trailed off as the male turned to face her, taking a puff out of his roll up "What is it?" he asked as the girl walked toward him "We need to shop for baby items... like now-" She said as she gently pulled the roll up out of his hold and gave it to Jungwon who smirked at Riki.

"Why can't we go tomorrow?" Riki asked, groaning as he slumped in the arm chair "where will the baby sleep? what if he gets hungry? plus we need to take him to the doctor's tomorrow we don't even know how old he is, let alone his name." y/n explained as Riki got up. "Okay okay lets go-" he defeatedly said as he slipped on his jacket and took the baby from Heeseung. "Hyungs you can go home now-" Niki simply said.

"No- Sunghoon's going with you. he works in a daycare and he mostly takes care of babies so you need him." Heeseung sternly said as Riki groaned "babe he has a point... we're taking care of a tiny human yk?" Y/n admittedly said as she took the baby and made her way to the car.

The 4 were now going through may stores buying all the necessities needed for the baby. Riki was throwing in many items baby related as Sunghoon was there regulating his shopping spree "Ki we need some books on parenting too" y/n added as Riki whined "I hate books" the male said causing many heads to turn, judging the couple, as y/n awkwardly smiled.

When arriving home, Riki sunk into the comfort of the sofa as his maids carried in their shopping. "He's a nine month old and he hasn't even been named yet... I checked the baby's records, he has something called rare epileptic disorder, so you can't let him hear any extremely loud noise, it could make his heart stop..." Sunghoon explained as he gave y/n some special headphones.

After a little rest, Riki finally got up to build the crib in his bedroom. Y/n was busying herself with some chores after setting up the baby chair. She helped Riki build the crib, as well as paint the guestroom, so it could be the baby room. While she was busy, Riki found himself stuck with the baby, "eat it little riki- oh come on dont be a bummer- eat." He frowned as the baby, turned away from the spoon of baby food that Riki was trying to feed him.

"If you eat this I'll buy you ice cream- ok what about my prada bracelet? come on junior niki- eat ittttt!" Riki whined as Y/n frowned at the duo. "Why are you bullying the poor child?" y/n asked with a frown. "He won't eat-" Riki said as he gave her the spoon and the baby food. "Look here little one- daddy's going to take a bite of this yummy food~" Y/n said in a baby voice as she turned to riki, the baby, staring at the duo, confused.

"Yeah she's gonna- WAIT WHAT-" Riki leaned back as Y/n tried to feed him "here comes an aeroplaneeeee~" y/n cooed, as she fed the male the baby food. Riki froze, of course it didn't taste disgusting- but he's eating goddamn baby food. "see? daddy likes it? now it's your turn~" Y/n cleaned the spoon, as Riki forced a smile, she fed the baby, in the same manner.

Riki watched as Y/n flawlessly fed the child, the genuine smile that was on her lips, the way the little baby clapped, just everything about the two made him smile... where would he be if she wasn't by his side?...

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

[whatsnewalycat]

Psychomanteum / Chapter 10

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Chapter 10: Snow Day

Chapter Summary: A snowstorm before a shitstorm.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 9.6k+

Content / Warnings: alternating POV, it’s giving hygge, tabloids, uncertainty and insecurity, snow, secrets, legal stuff, alcohol, cannabis, lotta dialogue, Anika, grief, dead parent, music, sign language, shotgunning weed, smut, how to remove ink stains

Notes: Chapter title from "Snow Day" by The Honorary Title. Thank you for being so patient waiting for this chapter!! Let me know what you think 🖤

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From inside a coffee shop, you spot the first languid snowflakes beginning to fall from a dusty, overcast sky. They’re fat and heavy, their density suggesting the city will soon be covered in a thick blanket of it. 

“It’s starting,” you tell Dieter, nodding to the tall, windowed store front. 

He sets his phone down on the wide, leathered plane of his armchair and leans forward, squinting at the window, muttering, “Snowmaggedon,” before he lifts a coffee cup to his lips and takes a sip. 

A barista slams the espresso machine’s portafilter against their stainless steel countertop with a bang bang bang. Whistling sounds from a steamer. The warm, robust aroma of coffee saturates the air. You and Dieter are nestled into a secluded corner of the café, sitting among a variety of green plants with wide, waxy leaves. It almost feels tropical, a stark contrast to the snow globe outside. 

You pick your coffee cup up with both hands, testing its heat against your lips before taking a sip. It’s bitter and hot, and when it washes over your tongue you hum with contentment before setting it back down. Dieter holds his hand out to you in the space between your chairs, and you interlace your fingers with his. 

Snow falls steadily outside the window. You watch it settle on the shoulders of passersby, who all seem to be scowling with disdain, hands buried in their coat pockets, faces angled away from the falling flakes. With the snowstorm beginning, predicted to accumulate 8-12 inches, and no plans for the day, a weighted nostalgia creeps into your bones. 

“When you were a kid did you ever have snow days?” you ask him out of curiosity. 

He leans back in his chair and crosses one leg over the other, shaking his head, “We were always stationed in the south.” 

“Oh,” you frown at the window, then shrug, “They were always my favorite days. My dad was a professor, so he would get to stay home, too. If it wasn’t too cold, he’d play in the snow with me, making forts and snowmen and whatever. When we came inside my mom would make hot chocolate, then we’d sit by the fireplace and stuff. I don’t know. I liked it.” 

His thumb works against the back of your hand and you glance over at him, meeting his softened gaze. He opens his mouth to respond, but then his phone starts ringing. 

The screen reads DARLENE. 

“I’m–I’m sorry, I have to take this,” he tells you, then lets go of your hand and answers the phone with a quick, “Yeah?” before standing up and walking to the back of the coffee shop where it’s quieter. 

You fold your legs up underneath you and pull your phone out from your pocket, then furrow your brow at the series of unread text messages received within the last ten minutes. 

> PARKER:  > OMG LOU

He included a link to a tabloid article. Your heart jumps into your throat as soon as you read the headline. You click it. 

DIETER BRAVO DINES WITH MYSTERY WOMAN AT SWANKY MANHATTAN RESTAURANT

Dieter Bravo was spotted last night at Gabriel Kreuther in NYC, sharing an intimate dinner with a new mystery woman. 

In photos obtained by DIRT, the pair can be seen kissing and huddling close to one another. They appear to be quite enamored, and were reportedly laughing and smiling throughout the meal. 

Although the identity of this woman is unclear, she was hand in hand with Bravo as they left the restaurant. 

The 46-year old actor, whose divorce to Anika Bravo was only recently finalized, has been under scrutiny for his promiscuity and alleged drug use. Is this mystery woman a flavor of the week, or is this something more serious? 

You blink at the article for a moment, trying to sort the hundreds of thoughts that start ping-ponging around your brain. There’s too much information. It’s as if you’ve been downgraded to dial-up internet, and the modem in your head is squealing and buzzing as you process the incoming data. 

The lining of your throat seems to be closing in around your windpipe. You respond to Parker. 

< ME: < What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck 

There are messages from more casual friends, each twisting your stomach tighter than the last. 

> KOURTNEY:  > Is this you?????

> RACHEL: > wtf are you dating dieter bravo?? 

And then you see one from Ethan’s son. 

> BEN:  > Wow, already? 

A hairline fracture rips across your heart. You click the text response box and stare at the blinking blue line. Your ears feel hot. There’s static expanding in your chest and your mind is completely frozen. 

From what seems like far away, you hear Dieter call your name. You shake yourself out of your trance and look up at him. Panic must be written all over your face, because his brow creases and his shoulders slump, “Did you see?” 

You swallow hard and give him a tight nod, croaking out, “Yeah.”

“Hey, hey, it’s ok,” he coos, then closes the distance between you, crouching down in front of the armchair to level his gaze with yours, “It’s not a big deal, they’re just fucking vultures. They’ll move onto the next thing before you know it.” 

You feel your eyes go vacant. You’re looking at him but staring at something miles away. Your teeth catch on the smooth inside of your cheek and pulse away at the tender flesh. 

“Lua,” he calls softly, then plucks the phone from your shaky grip and sets it down on the armrest. His hands wrap around yours and he stares you dead in your soul, pulling you back to back to your body, “I promise it will be alright.” 

Your head shakes back and forth on its own accord, “You don’t understand–” 

“No, you don’t understand,” he tells you firmly, then pulls your knuckles to his lips and kisses them, those dark eyes so fucking warm and comforting, “They can say whatever they want, I don’t give a shit. I am–” he falters here, words caught in his throat. It makes your heart start sprinting. But he recovers, “I’m with you, ok?” 

You feel your eyes tingling with the threat of tears, so you nod and take a deep breath, “Ok.” 

But, really, you can’t be sure. Because he doesn’t know everything the press could find out about you. This reassurance, this promise, is not an informed decision. 

What happens when a tabloid looks into your past? Would it destroy his already tarnished reputation? 

And what happens if you tell him now? Would he have to cut ties with you before the news broke? 

The idea of losing him feels like dying. 

Worse, even. 

There would be no tunnel of light to travel down, no pilgrimage to the sea of love, no overwhelming sense of peace and belonging. Only pain. 

Dieter presses a kiss against one hand, then the other. Your heart flutters and you muster a watery smile. 

“Wanna go home?” he asks. 

Your eyes flick up to the window. A layer of white already sticks to most every surface in sight. 

You nod, “Yeah.” 

It’s noon by the time the two of you cross the threshold into your apartment. 

Dieter can tell something is wrong. The whole walk here you were solemn and distant. 

After you’re both stripped of your dampened outerwear, you turn on the gas fireplace and curl up into a ball on your purple velveteen couch. Dieter sits down next to you, but you don’t nuzzle into him like you normally do. 

His skin is buzzing and tight. He watches your face, noting your pinched brow and far-away eyes. Your head resting on your knees, body all hunched up and guarded from attack. 

On its own accord, his knee starts bouncing and he murmurs, “Baby.”

Your eyes flick to his, eyebrows raising in question, “Hmm?”

“What’s on your mind?” 

The space between his body and yours feels like miles. He scoots closer and rests his palm between your shoulder blades. Works his thumb against your spine. Your rib cage expands beneath his touch, then releases a shaky breath. 

You’re holding back. Stuck in your head. It’s so obvious. 

“You can talk to me about it, love,” he assures you.

Your eyes get all red and watery. You drop your face between your knees just as it starts to crumble, “I don’t wanna lose you.” 

The words claw at his heart. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your tensed up shoulders, but you don’t budge. 

“Why would you lose me?” he asks. 

And he wishes you would just look at him. Let yourself unfold so he can see you. 

When you don’t respond, he continues, “Lua, you’re not gonna lose me,” he swears, “Whatever it is, we can work through it.”

“You don’t know that, Dee,” you choke out, “You can’t say that if you don’t know.” 

He blinks and scoffs, “No, I guess I can’t. So why don’t you tell me and we can find out?”

Your shoulders tremble with sobs.

It feels like an eternity before your crying slows and you look at him. 

When you do, your face is all flushed and wet with tears, and you choke out, “In 2018, I was busted with a fuck load of product. It was a set up. They were trying to arrest Ethan. But I—I just happened to be the one— ”

Dieter furrows his brow and studies your face. Your mouth hangs open, and he can practically see the words queued up at the back of your throat. He gives you an encouraging squeeze. You release your breath. 

“I’m a convicted felon,” you whisper. 

His head jerks back, then he shakes his head, “What?” 

“Felony drug trafficking charges,” you drop your gaze and swallow hard, “And—and I know that you’re already in the spotlight because of drug use, and if the media finds out—”

A sob rips through your chest. His heart plummets to the floor. 

“Dee, I don’t wanna ruin everything for you,” you squeak, body tensing as your eyes well up again, “I’m—I’m not a good person. I’m a fucking drug dealer, for fuck’s sake. Your association to me,” you shake your head back and forth frantically, “It—it could destroy your fucking career.” 

It starts to dawn on him that you might be right. A clusterfuck of emotions tightens his guts into a knot, making him nauseated. And you’re sitting there bawling and he just wants to tell you that it’s ok, it’ll be ok, it doesn’t matter, but he doesn’t know if that’s true or not, and he can’t bring himself to lie to you. 

“Listen,” he turns his whole body to face you, cupping your cheeks, thumbs moving like windshield wipers against your tears, “We’re gonna figure it out. Let me call Darlene, see what she says. Ok?” 

“Ok,” you croak. 

He presses a kiss into your forehead, letting his lips linger against the creases, closing his eyes to savor the moment. Then he gets to his feet and moves into your bedroom, pulling his phone out of his pocket, closing the door behind him. 

“Can we do anything?” he asks Darlene, running his fingers through his hair as he paces the floor of your bedroom. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Dieter. What do you expect me to do? Expunge her criminal record?” Darlene jeers. 

“Is… is that something you can do?” he stops pacing and frowns. 

“No!” she scoffs, “Honestly, the best thing for you to do would be to drop this relationship—”

“Not an option,” he asserts, eyes flicking to the closed door. 

“Why not?”

“Because I—“ his heart leaps into his throat, then he shakes his head and starts to pace again, dropping his voice to a murmur, “I don’t know, I can’t.” 

The phone line is silent for a moment, then you hear an exasperated sigh, “Is this really worth the mess that could come out from this?”

“Yes,” he answers honestly. 

“You don’t know that—”

“I do, Darlene. It’s non-negotiable,” he counters, sure and unflinching. 

Darlene mutters something under her breath, then concedes, “Give me thirty seconds to think.” 

Dieter strides over to the window and slides the curtain back to peak outside. Snowflakes pour from the low, gray ceiling of clouds. They’re relentless, covering the city in white. 

“I want both of you on the next flight to LA,” Darlene tells him then, “We’re going to get ahead of this. We’ll coach her, get the two of you in an interview or two, make a statement, show the public that she’s reformed.” 

Reformed. The term makes his lip curl in disdain. 

“I don’t think any flights will go out ‘til tomorrow, we’re in the middle of a goddamn blizzard out here,” Dieter murmurs, then turns away from the window and starts pacing again. 

“Fine, whatever, just—be honest with me Dieter, is she still selling drugs?”

“No,” he lies without hesitation, “She’s a pastry chef.” 

“Ok,” a sigh of relief crackles over the phone line, “Ok, good, we might be able to make this work. I’ll let Lincoln and Mark know what’s going on.” 

You’re cleaning the empty kitchen sink when Dieter emerges from your bedroom. 

You don’t look up at him, just furrow your brow at a stubborn spot of glued-on caramel and scrub your steel wool pad against it vigorously. His hands find your waist, and you jump at the unexpected contact, releasing a nervous chuckle, “Oh, hi.” 

He folds his arms around your belly and nuzzles into the crease of your neck, “Hi.”

Your muscles are all rigid and live-wired. You drop the steel wool and press your yellow rubber-gloved hands against the lip of the sink to brace yourself. 

“We have a plan,” he rumbles, and starts swaying back and forth gently, as if to soothe you, “You ready to hear it?”

No.

“Yes,” you croak. Your fingers grip the sink now as you try to steady your shaking hands. 

“We’re going to LA as soon as the storm passes.” 

A buzz starts ringing in your ears. Your heart leaps from your chest. 

“Wh—what?” you turn around, ripping yourself from his grasp, and search his face, “Why?” 

Dieter takes a step back and runs a hand through his messy hair, “We’re going to do an interview, some press stuff, to show that you’re not…”

“A criminal?” you finish, then scoff and shake your head, “But I am, Dee—”

“They don’t know that. They don’t have to know that. You’re a pastry chef, that’s all they need to know,” he tells you, then takes a step forward. He places his hands on your hips and meets your eyes with a pleading gaze, “If we tell them about your past, if we’re open about it, there’ll be nothing for them to gawk over. They’ll get bored and move on.” 

Your jaw clenches and you shake your head, “Are you sure?” 

“Positive,” he responds. His thumbs work against the waistband of your jeans. 

Your throat knots up in protest when you think about this plan. The pending chaos. The shitstorm that will ensue after this snowstorm passes. All the damage it could cause. 

“You don’t… you don’t have to do this for me. I—” a sob holds your words hostage. An invisible hand reaches into your ribcage and squeezes your heart into pulp. You drop your face into your yellow rubber gloves. A wave of agony overtakes you. 

Dieter wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest. You return the embrace and bury your sobs into his sweater. He pets your hair and sways back and forth as he coos, “It’s ok, baby. It’s ok.” 

“I’m not worth it, Dee,” you choke out, “You–you can tell them I’m nothing, that this is nothing, just save yourself, whatever you need to do. Just—just forget about me. I understand if that’s what you need to do—”

“Louella,” he pulls you back by your shoulders and meets your gaze, “Can you do something for me, love?”

You sniffle and stare back at him. 

“Never fucking say that to me again,” he rasps. His eyes are obsidian, burning a hole through you. The whites start to tinge red and tears pool at the corners when he tells you, “Unless you really think that it—that this—isn’t worth the trouble.”

All the air evacuates your body. Your face crumbles. So does his. 

“Is that what you think?” he breathes. The tears spill over onto his cheeks. 

“No, of course not, Dee,” you squeak, “I just—I don’t want you to throw your life away—”

“I’m not. I know I’m not,” he shakes his head and clenches his jaw, tilting his head at the ceiling, then he swings his gaze back to yours, “Please—please, Louella. Trust my judgment.” 

He cups your cheeks and searches your face. Your stomach flips upside down like you’re falling off a skyscraper. 

You swallow hard and nod, “Ok.”

Dieter releases his breath. His features start to soften and he sniffles. 

“Ok,” you nod again and clear your throat, brushing your hand along his jawline, “Ok. Are you sure?” 

“Positive,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. After a beat, he tacks on, “We’re gonna have to work on your lying, though.” 

This makes you laugh, and it brings a smile to his face. 

“I’m gonna have to figure out what to do with my orders,” you sigh, then mutter your anxious thoughts out loud to yourself, “Maybe Parker will help with the ones being picked up tomorrow. I’ll have to cancel the others. Fuck.”

Your teeth catch your lip and you worry away at it as you think about your measly bank account and your upcoming rent payment. 

“What?” he asks.

You shake your head, then meet his eyes. They dim and his shoulders slump. Your stomach flips at his visible disappointment in your lack of transparency, so you stammer, “Oh–no, no, I was–um, trying to figure out if I can pay my bills.”

“Let me take care of your bills.” 

You groan in protest, “Dee—”

“Just for this month. It’s the least I can do,” his gaze goes all soft and pleading. Then he sticks his bottom lip out in a pout. It’s an obvious ploy but it tugs at your heartstrings all the same. 

You groan and roll your eyes, “Fine,” then wrap your arms around his middle and pull him into a hug, squeezing him tight as you murmur into his sweater, “Thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it,” he mumbles against your hair. You feel his lips curl into a smile, “Thanks for letting me be your sugar daddy.” 

“Oh my god, stop it,” you laugh, but nuzzle in closer to him and sigh, “I need a fucking drink.”

The ceiling seems to breathe in time with The Velvet Underground’s I’ll Be Your Mirror. Your brain feels soggy and numb around the edges, your limbs heavy and loose. This afternoon’s steady stream of alcohol starts to put your nerves at ease, and for the first time all day, you’re not thinking about what’s going to happen tomorrow. 

Granted, your thoughts are tangentially related, but at least your mind is capable of wandering now. 

“How drunk are you?” you inquire as Dieter re-enters the living room, holding a tumbler of peppermint schnapps in each hand. 

He frowns at the empty couch, then swivels his head loosely to where you’re now sprawled across the carpet and laughs, “Why are you on the floor?”

“Why… are you… not on the floor?” you counter, shooting finger guns at him. 

“Excellent point,” he grins, then settles on the ground, groaning as his back reclines against the couch. He sets one glass down on the carpet next to him and raises the other to his lips, taking a big swallow. 

“Dee,” you giggle. 

“Hmm?” he raises his eyebrows and meets your gaze. 

“How drunk are you?” you repeat your question. 

He scrunches his face up in contemplation, then shrugs, “Yes.” 

“Are you ready to tell me all your secrets?” you ask with a grin. 

“My secrets? What secrets?” he scoffs, “You’re the one with secrets.” 

“Show me yours I’ll show you mine,” you roll on your side and prop your head up on your palm. 

“I can’t tell you all my secrets,” he stops to take a sip of his drink, then says, “You can have one. For now.” 

“Only one?!” you holler back in indignation, “That’s not fair.” 

“I can’t just… unload all my secrets on you at one time,” he explains, flopping his head into a tilt as he jokes, “Gotta sprinkle them in, ya know?” 

The alcohol simmering in your veins buoys your confidence and curiosity. 

“Tell me about Anika,” you say quietly, then watch his whole demeanor shift. 

His spine straightens. Syrupy molasses eyes harden. He searches your face, “What about Anika?” 

You’ve always wanted to ask him, but haven’t had the guts to do it. His response is exactly why you’ve abstained from digging into the topic. When her name comes up, he bristles. Becomes serious and guarded. It’s so unlike him. 

While you could read any tabloid magazine and get details on the subject from a third party, you haven’t, because you want him to tell you. Willingly. But tomorrow you’re going to his house… where he lived… with her. And you know nothing about their relationship. 

“Why didn’t it work?” you inquire.

He releases a deep breath and shakes his head, averting his gaze to the ceiling, “So many reasons.” 

“Like what?” you crawl across the carpet on your hands and knees, grabbing your drink and taking a long pull before settling next to him. The peppermint burn makes you grimace. 

“It was just…” he shrugs, “Fucked. I dunno,” his head rolls on his shoulders to meet your eyes, “Do you know how we met?” 

You shake your head. 

“I was on the set of this movie, and she worked at the hotel where we were filming. They kept us there for months, like fucking hostages, it was a total shitshow,” he stops and chuckles, then looks down at the glass in his lap, “Anyway. I was trying to find someone to hook up with, and she agreed, but only if I’d marry her.” 

“Dieter, no–” you gasp, eyes widening, “Oh my god, you did not marry her just to fuck her, did you?” 

His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth and raises his eyebrows, “Well–“

“Shut up, oh my god!” you smack his shoulder and he starts laughing, then takes a sip of his drink. 

The cheeky grin he’s holding falls into something more somber, and he tells you, “No, really, it was… more than that. She was persistent. She wanted to know me. Really know me. And, you know, ever since my career took off, nobody wanted anything like that with me. Something real, you know? Just a bunch of fucking sycophants. So, I don’t know, I was skeptical of her.” 

“I think you had a right to be,” you murmur, searching his profile. 

He glances over at you and flashes a wry smile, then faces forward again, “She was the one to revive me when I OD’d. Saved my fucking life. After we escaped, we went to meet her dad and I, uhhh… I asked for his permission to marry her,” he chuckles and shakes his head, “He refused. But I was persistent, just like she was with me. We followed his rules while we stayed with him, sleeping in separate rooms, stayed sober, went to fucking church. I fought for his approval. And when he gave it to me, we got hitched immediately.” 

“Why did you need to do all this to fuck her? Was she a virgin or something?” you tilt your head and furrow your brow, then backtrack, “Sorry–that’s not my business, sorry.” 

“She was, yeah,” he raises the glass to his lips and swallows a hefty gulp. 

“How old was she?” 

“Twenty-six,” he tells you without looking at you. 

You nod and absorb this information. The jealousy machine roars inside your head. It draws comparisons between you and Anika. So young, so virtuous, so beautiful. Is this the kind of woman Dieter falls in love with? Someone so utterly unlike you? 

A sadistic yearning to know more twists under your skin. 

“What was your wedding like?” you ask now, resting your head on his shoulder as you take a sip of the liquid toothpaste.

“It was gorgeous. At this Venetian hotel, in their gardens. It was just our immediate families, you know, real intimate. Annie wore flowers in her hair and she was… so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, staring at the opposite wall like it’s a portal into the past. Like he’s still standing at the altar watching her walk down the aisle towards him, heart bursting with love and commitment. 

Your skin twists. Chest feels hollow. But you stay quiet and let him marinate in the nostalgia. He shakes his head, takes another drink, and continues in a low voice. 

“The first month was great. I took time off from work and we just…” Dieter trails off then, glancing over at you, as if to save you from the implication. 

“Fucked?” you laugh.

He snorts and nods, “Yeah. Honeymoon period, you know.” 

You hum knowingly and take a few sips from your glass, trying to drown the image. 

“When I started booking gigs again, I was away from home for weeks at a time. She fucking hated it. Whenever I came home, we would fight about how often I was there. She was… resentful. Withholding. I’d try to buy her things and apologize, spend all my time trying to win back her affection. Then when it worked, I would have to leave again, and it would start over. 

“She took it so personally. Thought I did it on purpose so I wouldn’t have to be around her,” his jaw gnashes back and forth as he stares into the distance, “I stopped arguing with her about it. It seemed pointless having the same conversation over and over. We grew so far apart, it was like… a canyon between us. It seemed impossible to cross.” 

He opens his mouth and takes a breath like he’s going to say more, but then he meets your eyes and closes it. Looks away and takes a drink. 

“Do you think there could have been a compromise? A way for you to be around more?” you ask. 

His shoulders slump and his eyebrows draw together, “I don’t know. Maybe. But I never tried.” 

You hum and nod, bringing your glass to your lips, then tip up until its contents empty down your throat. The burn tightens your face into a wince. 

“Want another?” Dieter asks. 

A snowplow roars by and scrapes the street outside. Dieter imagines they’re pushing the thick, relentless snow into long, white piles that look like lines of blow on the sidewalk. A deep yearning tugs inside him when he pictures it. 

The alcohol is gone. The sun has set. From his experience, this is coke’s time to shine. 

He wonders what you would be like all coked out, expecting the thought to be amusing. 

But instead, it makes his stomach churn. 

Dieter looks down at you where you lay, wedged between his side and the back of the couch. Your ear shares a wall with the gentle thump-thump of his heart, your fingertips dancing across the slice of his soft belly peeking out between his sweater and pajama pants. 

The syrupy thick trance of booze holds you both in its grasp, veins buzzing, limbs heavy. 

The album Tea for the Tillerman is currently spinning on your record player in the corner. On The Road To Find Out transitions into Father and Son. You clear your throat and wiggle a little, and he awaits the words gathering at the base of your tongue. 

“This was my dad’s favorite album,” you murmur, then chuckle, “There was one night when I was a teenager, where he got super drunk, which he, like… never ever did. He woke me up and made me listen to it with him.” 

Dieter furrows his brow and nods in acknowledgment. He puts his thumb to work against the blackwork pear tattoo on your bicep. 

“He said it would be our secret and we can’t tell my mom,” you snort. A deep, blue sigh expands your ribcage and you exhale it across his chest, peppermint breath burning his nostrils when it wafts into his face, “When this song came on, he told me I needed to listen to it, because it’s everything he ever wanted me to know.” 

Dieter’s fingers find your hair, sliding between strands, petting you affectionately as you both listen. The air in your drafty apartment is chilled by the dropping outside temperature, but your body heat warms his body to perfection. 

“When did he die?” he questions softly. 

“Two weeks later,” you tell him, “It was this really aggressive brain cancer. Inoperable. A death sentence, basically. He knew for months, but they didn’t tell me about it until he was admitted to hospice. Didn’t want me to worry.” 

His throat tightens in a knot. He doesn’t say anything. Just keeps stroking your hair, silently urging you to continue. 

“Then it was just me and my mom,” you sigh, blinking your eyes open to look up at him, “And—You don’t know my mom yet, so you don’t understand how much of a shitshow that was, but trust me, it was not fucking fun.” 

You don’t know my mom yet. 

Yet. 

His heart flutters. This might be the first time you’ve acknowledged the possibility of this concrete stepping stone in your relationship: meeting the parents. The realization twists in his belly and numbs his fingers. 

“Anyway,” you mutter, thrumming your fingertips against his happy trail, “I just wish he could have been around longer, you know? He was my best friend.” 

“That’s hard,” he acknowledges, voice raspy with secondhand heartache for your loss. Tragedy. His mind starts connecting dots to Ethan. The sudden and traitorous death of another man in your life. 

He pulls you closer, squeezing his arm around your shoulders as he presses a kiss into the crown of your head. You crane your neck up to meet his eyes, a wistful smile playing on your lips. His brow creases as he studies your face, then stammers out, “I—I feel like I should say something else, but nothing feels right.” 

You frown, “I didn’t tell you because I want you to say anything. I told you because I trust you.” 

A hum sounds from Dieter’s throat as his stomach flips upside down. It dawns on him that you’re placing your heart in his hands. His wrists strain under its weight. How can something be so heavy, but so fragile at the same time? 

Guilt tightens the cords of his neck like he’s tuning a guitar. He regrets not telling you the whole truth about Anika. That it wasn’t just the chasm that had grown between them to end the relationship. 

“Hey,” you coo, pulling him from the depths of his thoughts. He raises his eyebrows in question. Your eyes search his and you grin, “Do you wanna go play in the snow?” 

You’re a maniac. 

He means that as a compliment, honestly, Lua, he really does. 

But if you throw one more goddamn snowball at him he’s going to lose his mind. 

Now you made yourself fall backwards into a foot of fresh, sticky snow, and you’re trying to get him to join you on the frozen ground. 

Fucking maniac.

“Come on!” you call to him, “It’s fun!” 

“It’s fucking cold is what it is,” he retorts, but trudges over to you anyway, Ethan’s boots sinking up to the collar with every crunchy step. The booze that saturated his veins earlier in the day is fading to a whisper, and he wishes he drank more, if only to make him feel warmer. 

When he reaches you, chest heaving from exertion, white puffs of breath steam from his lips, his head swings down to observe you. The ridge of snow outlining your body reminds him of the flimsy white plastic packaging that holds action figures in place within their boxes. 

You’re fully bundled up. Boots, snow pants, the whole nine yards. Both of you are. The only swath of your skin exposed to the frosty air is a square of your face peeking out from beneath the wool cap pulled down over your eyebrows and the green scarf billowing out of your jacket. 

“Do it, Dee!” you urge. 

He sighs and turns around, then shifts his weight backwards onto his heels until he tips over and lands in the soft snow with a muted thunk. Both of you start giggling and Dieter marvels at the sense of calm that sinks down into his bones, “Wow.” 

Barren black tree branches sway gently with the icy breeze at the edge of his vision, all shimmering with frost and highlighted with snow. The low clouds are glowing gold from streetlights and swollen with snowflakes that plummet to the ground, landing on your bodies with barely detectable thwaps. 

Snow insulates the air, and the only audible sign of life he can detect is your breathing. Like you’re the only two people on the planet right now. It lulls him into a sense of warmth and safety. 

“Who do you dream of becoming?” you ask. 

He frowns, “What, you mean like… Batman?” 

You start cackling at this. The sound tingles in his chest and makes him chuckle. 

“No! I mean like… when you imagine the future, what kind of person do you hope you’ll be?” 

“Like I said, Batman,” he deadpans, then starts giggling when you reach over and smack his arm playfully, “Ok, seriously, let me think. It’s been a while since someone’s asked me that.” 

“I guess you’re already living the dream, huh?” you murmur, “Rich and famous.”

The innocuous question turns his bones to lead. A tarpit opens up under his body and he starts to sink. He shakes his head and confesses, “It doesn’t feel like it most of the time.” 

“How so?”

Dieter hums as he contemplates how to answer this. 

“I know it sounds whiny, but… it’s so lonely. And don’t get me wrong, I love acting, I love the arts, it just… doesn’t feel like that’s what I’ve been doing lately. Creating art, I mean,” he sighs, “I don’t know when it stopped being about creation and started being about… well, feeding my ego, I guess. Staying relevant.” 

You hum and reach over, grabbing his gloved hand with yours, “So, tell me what Dieter’s heart wants him to be.” 

Your grip seems to pull him out of the darkness of the tarpit. A lifeline. He closes his eyes and lets his mind wander into his heart to see what’s there. 

He wants to be true to himself. Happy. Free. Safe. Loved. 

“I want to be… exactly like this.”

Snow crunches around your head as you turn towards him, but you wait for him to continue.

“Lua, I—I don’t know, it’s like… I feel the most like myself when I’m with you, you know?” Dieter breathes, shaking his head up at the glowing sky, “Like when I’m with you I’m at home. It’s crazy, what even is that?” 

It’s silent for a moment before you whisper, “It’s love, Dee.” 

“Holy shit,” Dieter bolts upright and looks down at you, and you’re looking up at him with that big, beautiful smile that takes up your whole face, and he beams, “Holy shit, you’re right. I fucking love you.” 

You start to giggle and bring your gloved hand to cover your face, “I love you, too.” 

“Oh my god,” he laughs and smiles, then scoops you out of the snow and squeezes you as tight as he can. You squeal and throw your arms around his neck, using it as leverage to climb into his lap and wrap your legs around his waist. 

The snow gear makes every movement cumbersome and awkward, but your lips manage to find his, and you barrage him with gleeful kisses that quickly escalate in intensity. 

Heated vapor clouds of breath warm your faces. He rolls his tongue against yours and groans at how perfectly soft it is. 

Suddenly the snow gear feels like a prison. 

“Should we go inside?” you huff, grazing your nose against his. He nods and pulls you in for one more lingering kiss. 

As the two of you follow the path of your footsteps, Dieter looks back at the imprints your bodies left in the snow. The place where your hands met. And he knows now, like he’s always suspected, that he’ll never be the same. 

Dieter compiles all the blankets and pillows in your apartment on the living room floor in front of the gas fireplace while you stand at the stove, stirring hot chocolate ingredients together in a saucepan over a low flame. 

“Should I put on some music? Set the mood?” he asks while flipping through your collection of records. 

“Dieter Bravo, are you trying to seduce me?” you call back to him with a cheeky grin. 

He giggles, then says, “Oh, yeah, have I not done that yet?” 

Wouldn’t It Be Nice by The Beach Boys starts projecting across the apartment. It warms your skin like sunshine. 

Dieter rounds the corner, so you turn to face him, watching in admiration at the way he sways his body to the beat and sings along with the lyrics. A smile stretches across your face when he points to you and belts out, “I wish that every kiss was NEEEEEVER ENDING—”

“Beautiful, Dee,” you laugh, covering your face as he sambas into the kitchen, then wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. 

“Oh wow you’re making some serious hot chocolate,” he observes from over your shoulder. 

“What, do you think I have packets of powdered hot chocolate?” you snort and raise an eyebrow, “You should better.” 

He chuckles at his, then hints, “It looks fucking delicious.” 

“It’s almost done,” you say, then pull back to cup his cheeks in your palms, meeting his brown eyes, “Do you wanna smoke?” 

“Way ahead of you,” he plucks a joint out from behind his ear and plugs it between his lips, then steps back and starts patting his pockets to find a lighter. 

“Wait, wait—let me finish this,” you hold up your index finger and spin around, stirring the steaming pot of hot chocolate. 

Dieter rifles around the kitchen and finds two mugs, then sets them on the stove. He leans back against the counter and crosses his arms, “Our flight out is at 9 tomorrow morning, by the way.” 

Your pulse jumps, and you breathe, “Ok.”

He reaches out to grab your free hand. His thumb works against your skin and you bring your eyes to meet his when he murmurs, “It’s gonna be fine, love. Piece of cake.” 

“For you, maybe,” you mutter, then cast your gaze down to the fully-incorporated hot chocolate. You flip the burner off and sigh, “I’m so nervous. What if I say something stupid, or wrong or—or do something to embarrass you—”

“Louella,” he cuts you off, and your eyes flick to his. They’re gooey and warm. A tingle of affection starts across your chest. He tells you, “I will be there with you every step of the way. We’re gonna get through this together, ok? I promise.” 

“Ok,” you nod, then take a deep breath and squeeze his hand, “Ok. Just—you know, so you know, I’m probably gonna need you to tell me that like every ten minutes.” 

“Should we come up with a secret signal?” he asks. 

This brings a smile to your face, and you nod, “Like what?” 

After thinking on this a moment, Dieter releases you and balls his hands into fists, pressing them together with his thumbs pointing towards the ceiling, then moves them in a circle. 

You chuckle and copy the action, “That?” 

“Yeah,” he grins and nods, “It means ‘together.’” 

Your smile grows impossibly wide as you repeat the sign, then you ask, “Ok now is there one for ‘get me the fuck out of here’?”

He snorts and lays one hand flat, palm facing the ceiling, his other hand into a lazy thumbs up on top of the outstretched palm, like it’s some kind of a plate, and raises both hands. 

You mirror the sign a few times. 

“Help,” he explains, letting his hands fall to his sides. 

You reach out and grab them with a smile, pulling him closer, “Do you know sign language?”

He frowns and shrugs, “I know enough to get by.” 

“Is there a reason you learned it or was it, like, just because?” you tilt your head in curiosity. 

“Well,” he scrunches his nose up and shifts his weight to one leg, “I had a fan approach me once, they were deaf, and I didn’t understand the signs so they had to write everything out on this little pad of paper. It seemed like it was a pain in the ass for them,” he shrugs again, “I figured I should learn it after that. Communicate better, you know.”

Your heart swells so wide it makes your chest ache, and you smile, “That’s so sweet.” 

“Speaking of sweet,” he diverts, eyes flicking to the steaming pot on the stove, “Can I have some?” 

You nestle into Dieter’s handcrafted love nest on your living room floor. Heat from the fireplace licks your skin. Hot chocolate settles in your belly. The plush blankets and pillows hug your body. It’s like you’re sinking down into a cloud.

Dieter sparks the joint and tosses the lighter aside, then stretches out beside you, placing a glass ashtray on his belly. The tip of the joint blazes orange as he takes a few sharp inhales. You curl up at his side, nuzzling into his shoulder. He hands the joint to you, then wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer, hand settling at your waist. 

When he exhales, he lets the smoke creep out his mouth slow and thick, inhaling it back through his nose for a moment before blowing it at the ceiling. You watch with amusement as you take a long drag. The smoke blooms in your lungs, and a river of relaxation trickles out from your chest. It creeps up into your head and lifts you like helium. 

You pass it back to him and exhale, asking, “Do you remember when we tripped at Katie’s apartment with Parker? When we became friends?” 

Dieter takes two hits, then rolls the joint against the ashtray, sloughing spent ash off the cherry before handing it back, “Obviously I do.” 

His words form around the smoke as he exhales, coming out muffled and scratchy. 

“Wasn’t that weird? That we ended up meeting like that?” you take a puff off the joint and amend your question, “I mean, like I know we met before, but not like that, you know?” 

“Yeah,” he breathes, his fingers gripping into your side. A lazy, glowing tingle branches out from the touch. 

You pass the joint to him and close your eyes to revel in its wake, taking a deep, peaceful breath as you murmur, “I’m so glad it happened like that.” 

He takes a hit, then gives you a squeeze for attention. Your eyes flutter open to meet his, then they drop to the fountain of smoke curling out between his lips. His eyebrow quirks and your face lights up when you understand. 

You prop yourself up and lean in close, brushing your lips against his, soaking up the sweet shimmer of pleasure that trickles down your spine. His hand slides up your body, fingers slipping into your hair, and he pulls you in closer. Your mouth seals to his, and he exhales, dilating your lungs with secondhand smoke. 

When you pull back, you blow the smoke aside. His gaze lingers on your face and heats your skin. His fingers twitch and you hum in approval, then he closes his fist in your hair. 

A gasp escapes you. His throat rumbles. Eyes darken. He raises the joint to your mouth and you take a hit, then bring your lips to his and blow. His chest expands under the force. He tilts his head away and exhales at the ceiling. 

Neither of you break eye contact when his hold on your hair tightens.

The strands pull taut against your scalp. Your mouth gapes open in a moan. 

He grits his teeth, inhaling with a hiss, hips jerking upward. The feral noise wriggles into your ears and twists around inside you, dousing your insides with gasoline. When you lick your lips, his gaze flicks to your mouth, and he rumbles, “Stick out your tongue.”

You follow his instruction, stretching your tongue out flat against your chin, batting your eyelashes. He pulls you close to lick the stretched out muscle. His velvet tongue drags along yours, up into the wet open cavern, lapping away at the smooth insides of your cheeks, the ridges on the roof of your mouth, every soft, electric tissue he can reach. As he carries out this laborious worship, moans echo against the backs of your throats with increasing severity. 

Your body writhes with gooey, heated desire, but his grip on your head keeps it in place, the sting of your hair being pulled only fueling your ache. 

When his hips thrust up into nothing again, you can’t take it any more. You need them to be thrusting into you right fucking now. You tug at his t-shirt and he pulls back to meet your eyes, face all glistening and wet from your combined spit. He recognizes the desire written across your features and pants, “Clothes.”

Dieter lets go of your hair and sits up, sending the ashtray tumbling onto the blanket. He mumbles, “Fuck,” and he flips it right side up, then extinguishes the joint’s dwindling orange tip  against the glass. 

While you pull your shirt off, he’s trying to brush black ash off the blanket, but ends up just smearing it around, and you tell him, “It’s fine, take care of it later.”

He turns to respond, then realizes you’re topless. His gaze drops to your tits and a wide smile spreads across his face, “Amazing.”

“Dee,” you chuckle, flopping backwards to wriggle your pants off, “Focus!”

He releases a low, dopey murmur of laughter. A dead giveaway he’s stoned. 

“In my defense,” he tugs his shirt off and tosses it to the side, then pulls down his pants and kicks them off, “Fucking look at you, Lua, Christ almighty—”

He kneels between your feet and wraps his hands around your ankles, then slides them up the back of your legs, leaving shivering nerves in his wake as he rambles, “Seriously. It’s ridiculous, you’re just… fucking gorgeous. The most beautiful person on this planet, I swear to god.” 

The compliment swells in your chest. It tingles and flutters around inside you. Makes your fingers go numb. Your eyebrows press together and mouth gapes open as you search for the right words. 

He raises your ankles to his shoulders and scoots closer, closing his eyes as he presses a wet kiss against your calf, then hums to himself and says, “Correction: Most beautiful person in the universe.” 

You try to retreat from the blistering intensity of his statement, chuckling, “You never know, there might be some super hot aliens out there—”

“Mm-mm,” he hums in disagreement, kissing your other calf, shuffling forward a few more inches. His hands slide further up your legs, smoothing along the backs of your thighs. 

You gasp at the shiver that rolls across your skin. He plants a reverent kiss on each knee, leaving little wet pools that glow in the firelight. Your eyelids flutter at the trickle of warmth this inspires between your legs. 

“Dee,” you whisper, and he meets your eyes while nuzzling his cheek against your knee. The tickle of his facial hair sends your heart racing. Your stomach flips as you tell him, “You… you make me feel beautiful. Like… really beautiful.”

His gaze goes all doughy and soft as he searches your face. 

“I love you,” you breathe. The phrase holds all the weight it did the first time. You never thought you’d say to another person again. Not like this. 

Your words hang in the air for one moment before they really hit him. 

When they do, and they sink in, you see all the air leave his lungs. 

He climbs on top of you, folding your body in half, letting his engorged cock settle between your thighs. His lips meet yours with intensity. 

The kiss deepens, and his velvet tongue rolls soft against yours. You trail your hands through his hair, down his neck, across his chest, around his shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin against your palms as your mouths unite again and again. 

His hips jerk, and you both moan at the friction. He follows the sensation, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours, rolling his hips, sliding his length between your swollen, parted lips, up against your throbbing clit. 

You start whimpering and working against him, delighting in the heated pool of pleasure swirling deep inside you. 

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he pants, mouth gaping open as he looks down between your bodies, “Getting my cock all wet, not even inside you yet, holy fuck—”

Dieter sits back on his haunches, just out of reach, and you reel at the loss of his body heat, arching your back as you whimper and pout. 

“Hold your legs for me, love,” he instructs, pushing your thighs back so you’re all splayed out for him. You hook your hands at the creases of your knees. 

“Fucking perfect, just like that,” he groans, then grabs the base of his cock and slaps it against your pussy. The weight of this impact sends pleasure rippling across your body. 

You gasp, then nod in approval. 

“You like that, baby?” he grinds out, laying a wet smack smack smack against your clit. Your eyelids flutter shut as sharp waves of pleasure wash over you. 

“Oh my fucking god, Dee—” you choke out, nodding as you look up at him, “Do it again.”

His throat rumbles in response, eyes growing noticeably darker, brows pressing together, mouth gaping open as he grants your request. 

Smack smack smack 

Your hips jerk on their own volition with each slap, blood heating and pooling thick at your center. 

“Fuck—” you moan through gritted teeth. Your body cries out for more, and you plead, “Put it inside me. I need it, I need you—”

“Oh yeah, you need me to fill that pretty little pussy?” he purrs, nudging the head of his cock against your entrance, “Is that what you need, love?” 

You whimper and nod, trying to work your hips against him, trying to incentivize him to give you more.

Dieter sucks through his teeth and brings his thumb to your clit, drawing tight circles that vibrate down into your body. His hips delve forward just enough to push the head of his member inside you. Heat branches out from between your legs and your limbs start to shake as the tingling pleasure clings to your insides. 

“I bet you can cum just like this, can’t you? You’re going to, aren’t you, Lua? Just the tip of my fat cock getting you off?”

You start to take big breaths of air as pressure swells under his touch and you manage to choke out, “Yes—yes yes yes I’m gonna cum—fuck, don’t stop—”

He groans, rubbing your clit faster, and arousal bubbles at your center as he rasps, “That’s right, love, just let go, I want you to cum for me just like this, fuck yes—”

Throbbing heat accumulates inside you, its pressure building and building until you reach capacity. 

You buckle and break, ecstasy flooding out from your center, washing over your body, swallowing you whole. Your pussy pulses around the head of his cock, and you release a guttural moan at the ceiling while Dieter coos, “Gooood, fuck yes, there we go.” 

He continues to massage your clit even when your body starts to twitch at the stimulation. 

“Oh my god, Dee,” you whine.

He grins down at you, slowing his touch to a stop, then slides his palms up your thighs until he reaches your hands and purrs, “I got it from here, love.” 

You let go of your legs and your shaky arms fall slack on either side of your head. 

When you meet his gaze, it’s dark and wanting. It flutters inside you and draws your attention to the deliciously thick tip of him still engulfed inside you. Your tongue slides against the tender skin of your lips and you watch his eyes flutter as you arch into him, giving you both just enough friction to spark a fire. 

His hips start to roll in shallow, tediously slow thrusts. Your heart picks up speed and a shiver of pleasure shoots up your middle. He presses his eyebrows together and his mouth gapes open with a throaty moan. 

The way he’s looking at you, his eyes all heated and amorous, searching your face with wonder, glancing at your mouth like he’s holding back from kissing you… it tugs at your insides.

“Dieter,” you breathe and reach out to him, “Come here, kiss me.”

He dives at you, crushing his lips against yours, groaning at the contact, kissing you with passion that blooms at your center and makes you gasp. 

Your hands wrap around his shoulders and you bury your fingers in his curls, pulling him closer, kissing him harder, rolling your tongue against his as he starts to rut into you faster, deeper, each thrust fucking electric and consuming. 

His forehead meets yours and he pants, “You’re fucking perfect, Lua, Jesus fuck—I—I fucking love you. I wanna fuck you every day—”

You whimper and nod, “Yes yes yes fuck yes—”

“Ev—every day until I die, I swear to god—fuck—”

“Say it again,” you work against his hips, lost in the devastating ecstasy of him stretching you over and over, “Say you love me.”

“I love you, Louella,” he groans, and he starts kissing you again, messy and needy, proof of the words he’s gasping against your mouth between kisses, “I love you, I love you, I love you—”

And it’s fucking insane, how it feels like you’re on an entirely different plane of existence, in a dimension where it’s just him and you in that shining, iridescent vessel of belonging, and it’s perfect and all-encompassing, his lips, the heat of his body on yours, hot puffs of breath containing his admission of love, the way he’s filling you again and again, and it just feels right, like you were each crafted with the other in mind, meant to be together. 

Pleasure twists and aches at your core, burning hotter with each thrust, and you’re whimpering against his mouth, “Fuck fuck fuck, Dee, don’t stop—”

He moans and drives into you faster, “Wouldn’t fucking dare—wanna feel that cunt squeeze the life from me, baby—”

Static starts crackling and buzzing hot at the base of your spine, stealing your breath with a sharp gasp as it expands wider and wider, and you dig your nails into his back, muscles tightening and clenching as the sensation gathers speed and distance and it sucks you into nothingness like a black hole before ecstasy explodes across your body and you release a choked sob, “F—FUCK—”

Dieter moans against your cry, rutting into you frantically, “Oh my fucking— ” and the words escape him, body shuttering, face twisting up with pleasure as he finds his release inside you with a few sharp thrusts. 

He gasps and his hips slow to a stop. 

His sweaty forehead presses against yours and he pants, “That was—wow—”

Bliss is still shimmering under your skin, fluttering down like the snowflakes falling onto the ground outside, and you giggle, “Fucking awesome?”

He laughs breathlessly at this and wraps his arms around you, scooping you up as he rolls onto his side. His lips meet yours for a sleepy, languid kiss, and he confirms, “Fucking awesome.” 

You gather your pillows from the love nest on your living room floor and start towards the bedroom as Dieter grabs your comforter. 

“Oh shit,” you hear him mumble, and you turn around to see him staring at the black ink stain. He glances up at you, “Is that from the ashtray? Fuck, sorry—”

Your heart clenches in your chest and you shake your head, “Oh–no, that’s um… that’s ink, I haven’t been able to get it to lift.”

He frowns and tilts his head at it, then looks back up at you, “Did you try rubbing alcohol?”

You blink and shake your head, “No.”

“Works like a charm,” he shrugs, then tosses the comforter over his shoulder and yawns as he moseys towards the bedroom, passing you while you find yourself rooted in place, staring at the stain. 

The squeak of Dieter collapsing on your bed sounds from behind you, then he calls out, “Are you coming?” 

You shake yourself out of the trance and clear your tight throat, then turn to join him. 

[ Next Chapter ]

[nancypullen]

Hello, October!

Oh, how I've missed this beautiful month. October is the best month of the year and you can't change my mind. What other month spends thirty days painting the world with jewel tones and then ends it all with a big costume party? I love my birthday month, but I do consider it just one long October Eve. And speaking of costume parties, I know a little girl who is very excited about dressing up for Halloween. Let's start at the beginning. Our precious grandgirl started kindergarten in September. She loves it. A couple of weeks into school the kids were tasked with bringing a "Me Bag" for Show and Tell. They were supposed to bring a few things at home that are special to them and basically tell the class about the things they like. A short time later there was a sort of open house at the school and this is what Tyler sent us.

Just a few short days later, she was out shopping with her parents and the very same girl who had been saying that she wanted to go trick-or-treating as Jasmine spotted this and declared that she had found her Halloween costume. I wish I could show her face because she is quite pleased with herself in the photo. Looks like she wore it right out of the store.

Is that a precious little witch or what? I wonder if her classmates went home and told their parents that there's a witch in their class. Much like her Grancy she may end up on prayer lists far and wide. Too funny.

While we're on the subject of magic, guess who colored her hair? I thought about it for a long time. I'd grown out the white for a year and though I didn't hate it, I also didn't love it. I suppose I just wasn't ready. I placed an order to Sally's (the closest one is about 40 minutes away) and chose a color I'd safely used over and over. Good ol' 9NN. I'm telling you, when I mixed the color and developer I felt like a junkie cooking up fix. I couldn't wait. The color is not what I remembered. Yikes. Maybe it seems darker because I spent so long with white hair. But I'm fine with it.

I hope that neck wrinkle is caused by the seatbelt and not old age. Pretty sure it's age. Oh well. I was actually on my way to a dinner with women! You guys, I'm trying so hard to break into this town and find friends. It really shouldn't be this hard. I swear I don't stink and I'm really very nice. I have even applied for a job. It's with the library, the same library that kept turning me away as a volunteer. I'm more than qualified, do you think I'll even get a call? I'll be surprised if I do, but I'll keep hope alive and try to keep positive thoughts. If it doesn't happen, life will still be dandy. Besides, I know a little witch who might be able to cast a spell for me. Alright, enough of this prattle. My bag is waiting by the door and I'm heading to bed early to try to sleep before our early morning wakeup. I can never sleep the night before a trip. I suppose I could nibble a gummie. I have to leave those behind because Ireland has very strict rules about any sort of cannabis product and I really don't care to be nabbed at customs and thrown in prison. I've seen enough episodes of Locked Up Abroad to know that I'm too nice for prison. Looks like I'll be popping ibuprofen for a couple weeks. A little discomfort in exchange for castles and the Cliffs of Moher That's a good trade. Oh, the word comfort reminds me. One of the many gift cards I received on my 60th was an Amazon card. One of the purchases I made with it was this outfit to wear on the flight.

I will admit, that for just $29 I did not have high hopes - but it's fabulous!! So comfy, so soft and light. It's wonderful! Four pieces, the jogger pants, a short sleeved tee, a tank, and a cardigan, all in a lightweight jersey-type fabric. I love it so much that I'll definitely buy it in another color (my set is basic black). It runs true to size, so just order your regular size and it should fit just fine. Here's a link:

I'm really leaving this time. Going to grab a book and hopefully read myself to sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day. Because of an airline schedule change we have an extremely long layover in Toronto, like most of the day. Maybe that will work in my favor and I'll conk out on the flight to Dublin. I rarely sleep on planes and that makes me bleary-eyed on arrival. This might be just the thing to make me tired enough to get some shut-eye on the way over. Fingers crossed. Next post will be from Ireland. Our Air BnB supposedly has excellent wi-fi, probably better than many of the hotels we've stayed in on past trips. That's good news. Brace yourself for too many photos. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[pudding-parade]

get to know me - useless info edition

I was tagged by @echoweaver (so blame her), so here we go:

What do you have under your bed? Big, flat Rubbermaid storage containers. We use them to store out-of-season clothing and computer parts and Christmas wrapping paper and all sorts of things. That way, the stuff is out of the way but still easily accessible when we need it.

Also, dust bunnies.

Favorite candy? SALMIAKKI!!!! (You Finns will understand. LOL ) I'm actually not a huge fan of sweet, so the tangy saltiness of salmiakki appeals to me, even though I'm not all that big on black licorice. The combination of the licorice with the ammonia salt, though, really works for me. A few Finns recommended that I try it when I went on a Nordic cruise with a stop in Helsinki a few years back, so I did and fell and love, and now I order a supply online a couple times a year, since I've never found it for sale in a store here in the US.

Alternatively, I like York Peppermint Patties. Or, if I have a cough, root beer barrel hard candies to suck on.

Describe your favorite shirt: One just like this one, which my daughter bought me for my birthday a few years back because she knows me too well:

I love wearing it when in the redder/more conspiracy-theory-prone areas of my state. (Remember: My Congressional representative is…Lauren Boebert. My county didn't vote for her since we're one of the bluest counties in the country, but we are unfortunately surrounded by deep-red counties with larger populations, and Boebert is a good representation of those people. It's encouraging that she only barely held on to her seat, at least. *sigh* )

The last thing you drew/doodled was: Because my drawing talent is nil, I only ever doodle music. As in, I draw a staff and then doodle notes on it, often but not always with faces in the note heads. The funny thing is that sometimes the doodles become actual compositions. Are you completely sober rn? Right now? Yes. However, I also have some cannabis brownies in the oven right now, so no promises for later. What's the one thing that annoys you more than anything? Willful ignorance. Being ignorant in general is entirely forgivable, as we are all ignorant of many things. However, when a person refuses to learn because they know that the facts will conflict with what they want to believe, then I will have a problem with them. (See t-shirt above. :) ) Have you ever gotten your tongue stuck to a cold pole during winter? Nope! Though I could give you a long list of much dumber things I've done over the years. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be? I could do with some ocean right about now. So, Aruba. What was the single last word you spoke? "It!" Which was part of "Stop it!" Which was yelled at a dog going nuts because he noticed a deer outside. Mind you, there are ALWAYS deer outside, so you'd think after four years of living in this house he'd get it through his thick head that he doesn't have to freak out over them, but…nope. Anyone who tells you that dogs are smart is lying. At least when it comes to this dog. I mean, I love him, but "smart" is not a descriptor I'd use for him.

I shall tag: @papermint-airplane, @solori, and @rollo-rolls

As always, feel free to ignore for whatever reason. :)

[trinidaddy888]

You Wanna Smoke? (Chapter 6)

Chase runs out of weed and must go to the human world to get more. How will they manage? And who will they be smoking weed with? Find out in this self-indulgent fic about my Obey Me blunt rotation.

Characters: MC, Mammon, Lucifer, Thirteen, Diavolo, Asmodeus, Simeon, Beelzebub, Solomon

Genre: Slice of Life

Tags: Marijuana, Recreational Drug use, No romance just bros being bros, No Spoilers

A/n: I had a blunt rotation list for Obey Me characters that I’d like to smoke weed with and I decided to make it into a story. The full story is already posted to AO3 but I wanted to keep a writing tumblr for all my stories. The previous chapter had art but I got lazy from this point on and stopped drawing lol.

Story Index

Heaven. I came from Hell straight into Heaven. They had everything .

Wall to wall was stocked with cannabis paraphernalia. From bongs to pipes to rolling papers. From herb to carts. From inhalables to edibles. Everything was beyond what I could think of. It was as if I was a toddler in a candy store.

“Damn Chase,” said Mammon looking at me with amusement, “I’ve never seen ya grin this much.”

I nudged him. “If you were a stoner, you’d understand.”

I glanced at Thirteen and Diavolo. Their eyes shone with excitement.

She leaned over and whispered, “Usually I think human world weed is mid but this collection is impressive. What are you getting first, Chase?”

The first thing I noticed was the bongs behind the counters. There was one shaped like a skull and bones that warmed my little goth heart.

I pointed at it, “That.”

We spent about an hour looking at what Emanate Herbals had in stock. I bought indica and hybrid flower, carts, and that beautiful bong that had my name on it. I also got some skull patterned rolling papers for me and Thirteen.

Thirteen bought as much flower as the dispensary would allow and enough patterned rolling papers to match. She even managed to find a pipe shaped like a Grim Reaper holding a scythe.

Diavolo bought distillate and hash to make edibles and a new vape battery with carts.

Mammon didn’t buy anything, mostly because he was not a stoner and because I promised to use my stock to smoke him out. I wondered what type of person he would be while high.

“Alright, friends,” said Diavolo, “What next?”

“Pizza,” I said, “The perfect stoner party meal.”

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We got back to Devildom by noon. With Diavolo’s help, we managed to smuggle our contraband into our respective rooms, save for some flower, rolling papers and my bong. That was for Mammon’s room. We also successfully snuck a cheese pizza into Mammon’s room without attention from Beel. He must have still been at Hell’s Kitchen.

“Okay,” said Mammon shutting the door behind him and taking a seat, “What’re we doing first?”

I placed the pizza pie on the coffee table next to my bong. “That’s up to you, Mammon. It’s your first time. What do you want to try?”

He pointed at my bong. “That looks interesting. I think that?”

I grinned at him and looked at Diavolo and Thirteen. They nodded.

I poured some water into the bong and packed the bowl with weed I ground on the car ride back to the portal.

“Observe,” I said to Mammon.

He watched as I placed the opening of the bong to my mouth. I held the flame of my lighter to the bowl and sucked until there was a cherry to the herb. I placed my hand over the mouthpiece and waited for smoke to fill the chamber. Mammon was mesmerized by the tendrils of smoke that danced into the chasm as it went from whisps to a milky fluid smog.

“All you gotta do,” I said carefully holding it out to him, “s make sure your mouth is inside the rim of the opening creating a seal and inhale. Don’t let the smoke out. When you’re done, cover the opening and pass it to a friend”

He glanced wearily at the bong, “Do I have to inhale all of that?”

“Yes,” said Thirteen, Diavolo, and I simultaneously.

He sighed and with a shrug, he took it and inhaled. Obediently, he took in all the milky smoke. He covered the mouthpiece with a hand as he held it in and exhaled coughing as if he was about to hack up a lung.

“Easy, there,” Diavolo said, “Don’t hold it in that much next time.”

“How the heck was I supposed to know?” Mammon said through coughs.

I patted him on the shoulder, smiling. “I’m so proud of you.”

Mammon blushed and smiled. As he passed the bong to Diavolo, my D.D.D. vibrated. I got a text from Lucifer.

“I heard you went to the Human world,” he wrote, “I offered you the chance to go with me but now I see that you didn’t want to go because it was with me. If that was the case, you could have been honest. I guess I was mistaken in thinking that we were becoming close.”

Fuck. I hurt Lucifer. And I couldn’t tell him why I hurt him.

“Sorry,” I responded, “I promise you, that was not the reason why I said no. Give me a chance to explain.”

I saw the tiny “Read at 13:45 ” text under my message and sighed. How was I going to save my friendship with him?

“Hello?” Thirteen called out to me, while exhaling a cloud of smoke, “I’m passing it to you.”

“Sorry,” I said, taking the bong. I placed the rim to my lips.

Well, I thought, That is Future Chase’s problem .

And I took the biggest hit I could.

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As the hour went by, we passed the bong amongst ourselves until the cherry ran into ash. I let Mammon only do two bong rips, for his own good. Thirteen, however, opted to roll a J for herself when we were finished with the bong.

We put on The Tale of the Seven Lords movie and everything about the movie was more hilarious than I remembered. Levi would be enraged at our laughter if he were there. He might have even called. it sacrilegious.

Mammon, Thirteen and I managed to get one slice of pizza while Diavolo devoured the rest. It was as if stoned Diavolo shared Beel’s bottomless stomach. I was amused.

Thirteen finished her joint by adding a filter, then said, “There’s human weed in this, if you guys want some more.”

“I’m waiting for this high to settle a bit,” I said after sipping some water. “Give me like thirty minutes.”

She smirked. “Who said this J will still be here in thirty minutes?”

She inhaled as she lit it, sparking a cherry. The whites of her eyes remained white. Not a speck of red in sight. I was impressed. She was a marijuana demon. Er, Reaper. Whatever.

“Can I ask, why you do weed?” I asked Diavolo.

“Well,” said Diavolo, sitting up, “There is a lot of pressure on me as the Prince of Devildom. I’m supposed to lead a good example to all my citizens and students. I’m never supposed to falter or mess up as a prince. Weed helps me relax from that stress.”

“Damn,” I said, relating to what he said, a little bit. “What about you, Thirteen?”

She shrugged. “It’s just fun. That’s it.”

We nodded, agreeing with her. I looked over to Mammon. He was silently staring at The Tale of the Seven Lords movie as if he was peering into a portal to another world.

“You good, fam?” I asked.

He grinned from ear to ear, chuckling. He was reclined on the couch next to me, his eye blood red and half open. He leaned on me.

“I’m good, good. Good. Good ,” he said, drawing out the last word. He saluted me and giggled.

God, he was so cute when he was stoned. I put my arm around his shoulder. He put his arm around my waist, pulled me closer and leaned on my shoulder.

“Glad, that you’re having fun,” I said, grinning.

I felt so chill in that moment. The guilt of hurting Lucifer’s feelings melted away. It would be back when I sobered up. But at the time, I was enjoying myself. I even learned what type of person my friends were when high. Diavolo was more jovial than he usually was with the ability to eat nearly as much as Beel. Thirteen was the silent type, with one the highest tolerances for weed I’d ever seen. And Mammon was the giggly, spacing-out and cuddly type.

“Damn,” said Diavolo inspecting the empty pizza box, “No more munchies? I guess I should get more. Does anyone need anything from the vending machine?”

“I’m good,” I said

“Same,” said Mammon and Thirteen.

He got up and went out the door. I got up and put in the DVD for the 2nd movie in the TSL lineup. As the opening credits rolled, I decided to dump the dirty bong water into Mammon’s sink and rinse it so I wouldn’t have to spend time doing that later.

I heard a knock at the door. Must have been Diavolo. I noticed his phone laying on the coffee table. Maybe he realized that he left his phone?

I picked up his phone and opened the door. Suddenly, my chill washed away and anxiety filled its place.

“Chase” said Lucifer, squinting and wrinkling his nose, “What is that smell?”

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The Cannabis Industry: My Not So Grand Entrance

Hello to anyone reading my first blog post! 

If you’ve decided to read my blog, I will assume you have some sort of interest with cannabis. Whether you like to smoke it, would like to work in the industry, have worked in the industry, or think it is a gateway drug and want it abolished for all eternity, cannabis has occupied your thoughts in one way or another. I don’t blame you, as it’s a hot topic in todays day and age, paired with either overly positive or overly negative stigma. My goal with writing this blog is only to express MY truth with working in the industry, and how it has affected my life and personal growth. 

But let’s start at the beginning… how the hell did I even end up in this industry?

Here is a bit of background on who I am:

I grew up in a very religious yet extreme abusive household. Yelling, cursing, hitting and much more occurred in my home on a weekly basis, if not a daily basis. Justification for this behavior came straight from the bible, and as a child fearing an eternity in hell, who was I to debate against the parents I was taught to respect? So of course when I had the opportunity to go off to college, I made sure to chose a school far enough away that I didn’t even have the opportunity to live at home. I went to a private christian university, which proved to be one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made financially. University didn’t work out for me, as I was victim to sexual assault and the school decided to cover it up to protect their reputation. I had to move back home.

I lived there again for about a year, being subjected to verbal abuse almost daily. At this point I decided to take a risk, and do something my friends and I always joked about doing but never imagined any of us would do… I became a stripper. I told my mom I was working a late night shift at the retail store I was at doing inventory, and I brought a change of “clothes” and went straight to the club. My audition went well, although I don’t remember what I did as I blacked out from nerves when I was on stage. And in turn this allowed me to move out of my family home in just 3 months, and get my own car. I worked at a couple of clubs, as well as a bikini bar in a bit of a seedier area than I would have liked. Although I enjoyed making good money and meeting interesting people in the industry, it was time to make a change after about a year of working in the sex industry. It just wasn’t for me, especially long term.

One day I went to go pick up some weed, dressed in the usual “patient” garb. A messy bun, a hoodie, Ugg boots and pajama pants. I was clearly ready to get baked out of my mind. What I wasn’t prepared for was for my life to change forever. I asked if they were hiring, and told me to email my resume and a “selfie, no filter please!” to ensure I wasn’t too ugly to do my job well. I got called for an interview! I went back to the shop (no pajama pants this time) and nailed my interview. I was officially in what I thought was going to be my “big break” of my career.

What I wasn’t prepared for was the insane ride that has been my cannabis industry career. Late nights, early mornings, arrests, robberies, and life threatening situations were not on my “dream career” list. But it was something I was willing to subject myself through “for the cause,” and to see if this up and coming industry would be fruitful for me as well. 

These are my stories, and they are true stories. Whether you as the reader choose to believe them, that is up to you! And I wouldn’t blame you for questioning the reality of these stories either. But they’re true, and my need to document them has finally taken control of my ability to hide them from, well, pretty much everyone. So if you chose to read my blogs from here on out, prepare for a bit of a bumpy ride. 

And please…feel free to smoke before hand. You might need it. 

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The Success Of Housing Works Dispensary

Housing Works Dispensary staff. Photo archived from the Housing Works Dispensary on Instagram.

In December 2022, it was reported that Housing Works had announced they would open the first dispensary in the lower east side of Manhattan. New York State had announced the legalization of marijuana usage on March 31st, 2021, giving business the greenlight to open up business for safe distribution. They opened their doors on December 29th, 2022.

According to nyc.gov, it is now legal for residents over the age of 21 to purchase and smoke marijuana. They can purchase up to three ounces of mrijuana. They must consume it responsibly and they cannot share it with minors. Smoking in areas where they shouldn’t be will result in a fine. They have listed the benefits for smoking marijuana such as relaxing chronic pain, chemotherapy nausea, and mulitple sclerosis symptoms.

Housing Works is a non profit organization based in New York that formed in 1990. They have advocated for ending homelessness and helping provide housing for the homeless and low-income families. They also advocate for housing residents living with HIV/AIDS. Other businesses they’ve opened were coffee shops and thrift stores, having their sales being donated to continue fighting homelessness and HIV/AIDS. With the opening of their dispensary, they are hoping to help out communities who have been affected by the war on drugs and end the stigma of marijuana usage.

In an event covered by Honeysuckle magazine, Chris Alexander, the executive director of the State’s Office Of Cannabis Management, says that “We can use this to uplift other voices.” Manhattan borough president, says that guests will be served by a workforce that is unionized.

“The mission of the dispenary was to destigmatize drug usage.” says Britt Buckner, the manager for Housing Works dispensary. “We blew our sales out of the water and we have given the community a lot of hope and opportunity.” Buckner says that they continue improving their business by expanding their delivery program and focusing in the Manhattan area only. “We are also hoping for consumption spaces once regulations ease up.” Buckner says that they are looking to incorporate artists into showcasing their work with cannabis. “We also hope to further educate those about cannabis.”

According to their instagram, they now offer deliveries to neighborhoods within the manhattan area. They also celebrated their first 4/20, having a small party in the store with a DJ, a photo booth, and other fun treats.

The business is currently looking bright for Housing Works Dispensary. According to newyorkupstate.org, they see 1,000 customers shop on their busy days. They are also looking to add more options to their menu. One of their top selling products are their flower concentrates and edibles. In another report from greenmarketreport.com, Sasha Nutgent says that she felt so happy seeing customers come together and enjoy something they have in common.

Housing Works Dispensary hours are from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. weekdays and 11 a.m. to 9 p.m. on weekends.

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Medical Marijuana - An Enhancing Province

The medicinal uses of marijuana, more generally called marijuana. Despite no pun intended it is tough to overlook the growing company atmosphere surrounding the production and sale of medical marijuana. Treating a Variety of Ailments, THC, the active ingredient in marijuana has actually been revealed to properly deal with a number of conditions. It can decrease queasiness, sleeplessness, neurogenic discomfort and activity conditions as well as the signs and symptoms of glaucoma. It might work in controlling the signs of irritable digestive tract disorder, migraine headaches and also fibromyalgia. Recent researches have indicated that THC protects against the formation of deposits of plaques connected with Alzheimer's condition. Obviously much more research is important in figuring out which conditions medical marijuana can help, however also this list is urging.

Medical marijuana challengers object highly to one of the most common method of consumption: cigarette smoking. There are numerous more secure means to consume marijuana. Marijuana can be inhaled in a vaporized kind and also added to food after being refined into hemp oil. Both methods bypass the possible dangers involved in any type of smoking. Among the obstacles of obtaining medical marijuana is determining that is permitted to expand it, as well as how much they can expand. The states which have legalized marijuana for medical use have applied standards for whether and also how much marijuana a person is allowed to possess or grow. Points are a little bit more made complex for dispensaries. Thailand permits caregivers and patients to develop cooperatives to expand the plants, however a lot of the product which reaches the market is grown on small "ranches" which still run outside the law.

Recently a huge store specializing in info and supplies opened Thailand. The store does not sell any type of marijuana, nor any kind of plants. There are some plants on screen however they are had by licensed individuals and also will certainly be eliminated prior to they bud. Accredited Dispensaries, Opening a medical marijuana dispensary entails a little work. In each of the states where the sale of medical marijuana is legalized the demands are a bit various. Make sure to make a great impact as they can give you an excellent comments in return, For more details on medical marijuana Thai Cannabis Club. Organizations should look for a permit and also offer proof that the shop is either possessed by the company or that the leaser has actually accepted the business. Some states need a safety and security plan to be drawn up, or request tax documents and so forth. One of the largest difficulties encountering these legal businesses is acquiring the complete range of organization services, such as seller accounts for processing charge card sales or savings account, considering that marijuana is only legal on the state degree, not at the government level. Possibly the best disagreement that the government will reply to is the prospective tax base that medical marijuana will produce. In hard financial times it is tough to turn away any resource of much necessary earnings.

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what is delta 8 marijuana

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Individuals connected to the universe of pot related news are likely very much aware that there's some discussion encompassing delta-8 tetrahydrocannabinol (THC), a psychoactive compound that in some cases is legitimate at the government level due to specific provisions.

In any case, on the off chance that you're new to weed items, you could find the situation a piece confusing. Is delta-8 THC really lawful? How could it be not the same as different types of THC?

Below, we'll dig further into delta-8, including its possible advantages and dangers, whether it'll get you "high," whether it's lawful, and what sorts of options are out there.

Delta-8 THC (or Delta-8-tetrahydrocannabinol) is a normally happening substance compound called a cannabinoid that is tracked down in little follows in hemp and weed (maryjane) plants. Its ubiquity is on the ascent, and you can find it wherever from shop weed dispensaries to general store racks.

How Can It Contrast with Ordinary Pot (Delta-9-THC)?

For what reason is there a particularly developing interest for Delta-8? First of all, its substance structure is like that of its notable cousin, Delta-9-tetrahydrocannabinol (Delta-9-THC), the super psychoactive compound tracked down in cannabis. That gets you "high."

Both Delta-8 and Delta-9 are types of THC. In any case, when individuals allude to THC, they typically mean the Delta-9 that is tracked down in high fixations in cannabis. Both produce an euphoric, fluffy inclination, yet Delta-8 causes a milder high.

As a matter of fact, Delta-8 is frequently alluded to as "cannabis light" or "diet weed." Other normal THC secondary effects like neurosis, tension, and sleepiness are likewise less intense.

Is Delta-8 Lawful?

One more justification behind Delta-8's developing notoriety is that, not normal for vigorously managed THC, Delta-8 is lawful to use in many states. That is on the grounds that it's extricated for the most part from hemp-inferred CBD, which is legitimate to cultivate across the U.S.

However, Delta-8 sits in a lawful hazy situation. Hemp's lawfulness comes from the supposed government ranch charge (the Farming and Sustenance Improvement Demonstration of 2018), which eliminated hemp and its side-effects from the rundown of controlled substances. The explanation: Hemp's low THC levels (under 0.3%). The bill doesn't make reference to Delta-8 anyplace. Hemp promoters and other people who sell it have utilised this provision to lawfully showcase Delta-8 items, for the most part with no age limitations. Accordingly, it's currently the quickest developing item from the hemp business.

Since there's little oversight or lab testing on what goes into Delta-8 items, scientific experts and different researchers have wellbeing concerns. Items marked as Delta-8 might contain pollution, including elevated degrees of THC. Thus, around twelve states, including New York and Colorado, are starting to limit or boycott the utilisation of Delta-8.

Where Could you get it at any point?

You can purchase Delta-8 items over the counter at service stations, general stores, weed and vape shops, and on the web. They're sold as chewy candies, confections, vaping pens, oils, colours, edibles, joints, or drinks.

It means quite a bit to take note of that there's no quality control for these items and its fixing list. It's likewise simple to befuddle Delta-8 items for CBD, which doesn't cause a high.

Is It Safe?

There's likewise an absence of examination and proof with regards to Delta-8's effect on your general wellbeing. Many individuals have detailed - - for the most part by means of virtual entertainment posts - - that they use Delta-8 alongside their physician recommended prescriptions to assist with sadness and substance use. Clients say Delta-8 can likewise:

Quiet sickness

Support craving

Ease relief from discomfort

Support psychological wellness

Forestall spewing during malignant growth medicines

Nonetheless, specialists say these advantages are generally verbal and there's an absence of exploration on what it means for your wellbeing. Since you can pay it off the racks doesn't mean it's totally without risk.

Certain individuals have detailed aftereffects like:

Disarray

Uneasiness

Tiredness

Slow pulse (bradycardia)

Deadness

Quick pulse (tachycardia)

Low pulse (hypotension)

Assuming you attempt Delta-8 items and notice any of these responses, tell your primary care physician right away. On the off chance that it's a crisis, call 911 or go to a clinic close to you. In the event that a kid eats or is presented to Delta-8 items, similar to chewy candies or confections, get prompt clinical consideration.

Will You Test Positive for THC?

It depends. Delta-8 is a type of THC. Drug tests frequently search for hints of Delta-9, yet Delta-8 could appear as a positive for THC. Whether it's Delta-8 or Delta-9, individuals likewise respond distinctively to cannabinoids relying upon the sort of items they utilise and how lengthy they use them for.

At present, business pee drug tests don't separate between various cannabinoids. So on the off chance that you have a medication test coming up, keeping away from Delta-8 products is ideal.

What's an option in contrast to delta-8?

Assuming that you're searching for a governmentally legitimate option in contrast to delta-8 that won't give you a "high," you might need to consider attempting CBD.

Underneath, we propose a couple of full-range choices. Full-range CBD has modest quantities of THC yet insufficient to create psychoactive outcomes when taken in little portions.

How we picked the best CBD items

While picking CBD items, we remember similar general rules. Every item included:

is made by an organisation that gives verification of outsider testing by an ISO 17025-consistent lab

is made by an organisation that uncovers the wellspring of their hemp

contains something like 0.3 percent THC, as indicated by the endorsement of examination (COA)

finishes assessments for pesticides, moulds, and weighty metals, as indicated by the COA

While making our determinations, we additionally consider:

organisation confirmation and assembling processes

CBD power

whether items contain quality fixings

marks of client trust and brand notoriety, for example,

client surveys

whether the organisation has been dependent upon a Food and Medication Organization (FDA) cautioning letter

whether the organisation makes any unsupported wellbeing claims

For what reason is the FDA Telling The general population About Delta-8 THC?

A blend of variables has driven the FDA to furnish purchasers with this data. These variables include:

An increase in unfavourable occasion reports to the FDA and the country's toxin control focuses.

Promoting, including internet showcasing of items, that is interesting to kids.

Concerns in regards to tainting because of techniques for assembling that may now and again be utilised to deliver advertised delta-8 THC items.

The FDA is effectively working with government and state accomplices to locate the worries connected with these items and observing the market for item protests, unfriendly occasions, and other arising marijuana determined results of possible concern. The FDA will caution customers about general wellbeing and security issues and make a move, when fundamental, when FDA-controlled items disregard the law.

[kieraoonadiy]

Ok folks here's the cons of various types of fiber to follow up on this.

This is not a definitive list, and most of the info is based on info I found on the web across various sources and may be incomplete, or possibly partially outdated. All of what I have listed are the cons of various types of fiber

Natural fibers:

Linen: uses more water to create than cotton, spun using cotton machinery, which causes manufacturers to break the fibers up, causing them to be less hardy than earlier textiles. Also wrinkles if you look at it

Cotton: uses a lot of water in production, a lot of pesticides and space needed to grow a small amount, wrinkles easily

Wool: requires special care to avoid it from shrinking, takes time to process after being harvested from sheep, some people are allergic to the lanolin in the wool, low quality wool is often coarse and causes it to be an itch factor, is expensive, and may need additional layers as a protective layer against the skin, not ideal for summer wear, due to insulating properties, can be prone to bugs if not stored properly. In rare circumstances, the farmers may be neglectful of the animals, livestock can over-graze an area causing soil erosion

Hemp: strict regulations due to the cannabis industries, in growing, cultivation, and processing. Repeat creases in the fiber can cause the fiber to break causing holes, expensive due to limited availability (starting to become more popular but that will take time)

Leather: Although its a natural material, it is a skin of an animal, often from the meat industry (some people have issue with this), does not breathe much,often made with chromium and formaldehyde in the tanning process which are toxic, requires special care, more often and better used for hard wearing items like bags, coats, and shoes, most common animals used for leather is pig, cow, deer, moose, and sheep

Silk: most common practice is killing the moths before they hatch (although in some cultures the moth larvae are eaten, from what I read), difficult to care for, hard to wash, and very expensive, and has no elasticity.

Lotus: Rare, hard to harvest and produce, and hellishly expensive due to scarcity

Pumpkin/squash/potato fiber: up and coming but not a lot of information on this yet. The premise is that they harvest the stems, and get the fibrous material out of it like with linen.

Nettle: hard to harvest, can cause an allergic reaction to those harvesting it, rarely used except in historical context

Synthetics:

Rayon (any type): also known as viscose, modal, Tencel, or Lycocel: chemical processes, can shrink or stretch out in the wash, not as long lasting as cotton or linen, originally developed from Nitrocellulose (aka gun cotton, and highly flammable). Bleeds color easily, wrinkles easily, pills easily, carbon disulfide used in processing the fiber which is toxic

Lenzing: also known as ECOVERO: Also a type of alledgedly eco friendly viscose. Still requires wood pulp in the process, with a "closed loop" processing, which reduces water consumption, energy, and chemicals, but all of the above are still used in the process of, and has all the same properties as viscose, rayon, or lycocel

Polyester: its plastic, doesn't biodegrade, can hold onto body odor over time, can melt in high heat

Pineapple/cork/mushroom/bamboo/banana/milk protein fiber/leathers: although from natural resources, still requires chemical processes and/or plastic binding agents

Pleather/vinyl: plastic, degrades quickly compared to leather, very hard to repair once it starts peeling/shedding

Nylon: it's plastic, but has the potential to be recycled, doesn't biodegrade, can old onto body odor, can easily melt under high heat

Elastane: also known as Spandex and Lycra: it's plastic, but stretchy, can loose elastic stretch if washed in hot water, or too many times in a dryer. The process is a polyurethane polymer so it's toxic and carcinogenic, does not biodegrade

Acetate: cellulose fiber. Certain versions of Acetate can have very toxic processes and chemicals in production. See viscose/rayon

Acrylic: a type of plastic, used for yarns for knitting, or also for windows, not as breathable or durable as many other synthetic fibers, pills easily, made from petroleum based chemicals, not biodegradable.

"hey why are all the barrier garments like linen shirts or chemises or combinations going away?"

"oh we have more washable fabrics now! you don't need to worry about sweat reaching your outer clothing when you can just chuck it in the washing machine!"

"cool!"

[100 years later]

"so uh all of those new washable fabrics are leaching microplastics into our water, and the constant machine-washing wears garments out faster. they're also not really sturdy enough to be mended, so we keep having to throw them out and now the planet is covered in plastic fabric waste that will never break down. also it turns out that the new washable fabrics hold odor-causing bacteria VERY well. so could we get those barrier garments back please?"

"sorry babe linen now costs $100000/yard and since it's been so long without them, nobody knows how to adapt barrier garments to the current styles anyway"

"..."

"maybe try this new $50 undershirt made of Special Sweat-Wicking Plastic Fabric! :) :) :)"

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Top Cannabis Stores Near DC: Where to Find the Best Weed

Finding the best cannabis stores near Washington, DC, can be a game-changer for both seasoned users and those new to the world of weed. From high-quality buds to unique edibles and top-notch accessories, these dispensaries offer a wide range of products to cater to your needs. Whether you’re a local or just visiting, here’s a guide to finding the best weed near you.

At ExoticDreamsDC.com, we’ve compiled a list of the top cannabis stores that stand out for their quality products, knowledgeable staff, and excellent customer service. Dive in to discover the best spots for cannabis shopping in DC!

 1. Exotic Dreams DC: Your Premium Cannabis Destination

When it comes to quality, convenience, and exceptional service, Exotic Dreams DC is a must-visit. Located centrally, this dispensary is known for its premium cannabis products, from top-shelf flowers to potent concentrates and delicious edibles. What sets Exotic Dreams DC apart is their commitment to quality and customer satisfaction.

Why Choose Exotic Dreams DC?

- Diverse Product Range: Whether you’re looking for the latest hybrid strains or classic indicas and sativas, Exotic Dreams DC has something for every preference.

- Knowledgeable Staff: Not sure what to choose? Their friendly and knowledgeable budtenders are always ready to guide you toward the best products based on your needs and experience level.

- Exclusive Deals: Keep an eye on their website, ExoticDreamsDC.com, for exclusive deals and promotions that help you get more for your money.

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 2. Capital City Care: A Dispensary with Heart

Capital City Care is one of the most popular cannabis stores in DC, known for its commitment to patient care and quality. They offer a wide selection of medical marijuana products, including flowers, tinctures, and topicals, making it a perfect stop for those seeking both recreational and medicinal cannabis.

Highlights:

- Community Focused: This store is deeply involved in the local community, regularly participating in events and offering education on cannabis use.

- High-Quality Products: Capital City Care prides itself on providing lab-tested, safe, and high-quality cannabis products.

- Medical and Recreational Options: With options for both recreational users and medical patients, it’s a versatile choice for everyone.

 3. Takoma Wellness Center: The Premier Medical Dispensary

If you’re looking for a welcoming and professional environment, Takoma Wellness Center is the place to be. They are DC’s family-owned medical marijuana dispensary, offering a wide selection of cannabis products and a highly knowledgeable staff that truly cares about their customers.

Key Features:

- Expert Advice: The staff at Takoma Wellness are experts in medical cannabis and are committed to helping patients find the right products for their conditions.

- Comprehensive Menu: From vapes to edibles and topicals, you’ll find an extensive menu designed to cater to a variety of medical needs.

- Accessibility: Conveniently located near public transport, Takoma Wellness makes it easy for you to access your cannabis products.

 4. District Cannabis: A Modern Dispensary Experience

District Cannabis is known for its modern and sleek atmosphere that makes the shopping experience feel luxurious. Offering a range of premium cannabis products, this store emphasizes quality and consistency, ensuring you receive the best weed near you every time.

What to Expect:

- Premium Products: District Cannabis works closely with local growers to offer top-shelf strains and cannabis products.

- Loyalty Program: Regular customers can take advantage of their loyalty program for discounts and special offers.

- Educational Approach: They provide a wealth of information about their products, helping customers make informed choices.

 5. Anacostia Organics: A Community-Oriented Dispensary

Anacostia Organics stands out for its commitment to social equity and its focus on serving the community. This black-owned business is more than just a dispensary; it’s a hub for education and advocacy in the cannabis space.

Why Visit Anacostia Organics?

- Unique Strains: They offer a variety of unique and hard-to-find strains that cannabis connoisseurs will love.

- Community Engagement: Anacostia Organics is deeply involved in community initiatives, making it a place where you can feel good about spending your money.

- Friendly Environment: The warm and welcoming atmosphere makes every visit a pleasant experience.

 How to Choose the Best Cannabis Store for You

Choosing the right cannabis store comes down to your personal preferences and needs. Here are some tips to help you decide:

1. Location and Convenience: Proximity is essential. Look for stores that are easily accessible from your location.

2. Product Variety: A great dispensary should offer a diverse selection of cannabis products, from flowers to edibles and concentrates.

3. Quality and Safety: Ensure the products are lab-tested and of high quality.

4. Customer Service: Knowledgeable and friendly staff can greatly enhance your shopping experience, providing guidance and recommendations.

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 Visit Exotic Dreams DC for an Exceptional Cannabis Experience

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Explore the best weed near you with Exotic Dreams DC and elevate your cannabis experience today! For more information, visit ExoticDreamsDC.com and discover your next favorite cannabis destination.

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Introduction to Medical Marijuana in Texas

Medical marijuana is gaining traction across the United States, and Texas is no exception. Although Texas has some of the country's strictest regulations on cannabis, there are ways for residents to access medical marijuana legally. Medical marijuana dispensaries have become a crucial part of the state’s healthcare infrastructure, providing products to patients with specific medical conditions. If you're considering using medical marijuana for health reasons, it's essential to understand how to obtain a Medical Marijuana Card in Texas and the role of dispensaries in helping you access safe, regulated products.

What is a Medical Marijuana Dispensary?

Medical marijuana dispensaries are specialized healthcare facilities where licensed professionals provide cannabis-based products for medical use. These dispensaries are regulated under Texas law, ensuring that products meet state standards for quality and safety. Unlike recreational cannabis stores, medical marijuana dispensaries only serve individuals who have been approved by the state to use cannabis as part of their medical treatment.

In Texas, medical marijuana dispensaries offer a limited selection of cannabis products, often in the form of low-THC oils, tinctures, capsules, or edibles. Patients who qualify can purchase these products to help manage symptoms from a range of approved medical conditions.

How to Obtain a Medical Marijuana Card in Texas

Before you can visit a medical marijuana dispensary in Texas, you need a Medical Marijuana Card. Texas operates under the Compassionate Use Program (CUP), which permits qualifying patients to access medical marijuana legally. Here’s a step-by-step guide on how to get a Medical Marijuana Card in Texas:

Determine Your Eligibility: In Texas, medical marijuana is only available to patients with specific conditions. These include epilepsy, multiple sclerosis, terminal cancer, autism, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), and certain neurological conditions. The list of qualifying conditions may expand over time as the state reviews medical research.

Find a Registered Physician: Only registered physicians under the Texas Compassionate Use Registry can prescribe medical marijuana. Make an appointment with a qualified doctor who can assess your condition and determine if cannabis is an appropriate treatment option.

Receive a Prescription: If your doctor determines that you are eligible, they will add you to the state’s Compassionate Use Registry. In Texas, the registry acts as the equivalent of a Medical Marijuana Card. Dispensaries can verify your registration and prescription directly through the registry.

Visit a Licensed Dispensary: Once you have your prescription, you can visit a medical marijuana dispensary in Texas or order products for delivery. Ensure that the dispensary is legally licensed under the state’s Compassionate Use Program.

Benefits of Using Medical Marijuana Dispensaries

There are several advantages to using licensed medical marijuana dispensaries:

Product Quality: Dispensaries in Texas are subject to strict regulatory standards, ensuring that patients receive safe, accurately labeled, and effective products.

Professional Guidance: Dispensary staff can help you choose the right products and dosages for your condition, based on professional knowledge and experience.

Legal Protection: Purchasing from a licensed dispensary ensures that your medical marijuana use remains compliant with Texas state laws.

Top Dispensaries in Texas for Medical Marijuana

There are currently a few licensed dispensaries in Texas under the Compassionate Use Program. Some of the prominent dispensaries include Texas Original Compassionate Cultivation, Fluent, and Goodblend. Each offers various cannabis products and delivery services to make access easier for patients across the state.

The Future of Medical Marijuana in Texas

Texas’s medical marijuana laws are gradually evolving, with growing public support for expanded access. Though limited in scope, the Compassionate Use Program demonstrates that the state is open to the idea of medical marijuana as a viable treatment option. Future changes in legislation may make it easier for more patients to access medical marijuana dispensaries, potentially adding more qualifying conditions and broader product availability.

Conclusion

For Texas residents, accessing medical marijuana legally begins with a Medical Marijuana Card. Licensed medical marijuana dispensaries provide high-quality, safe products for patients with qualifying conditions. If you or a loved one is considering medical marijuana as part of a healthcare plan, understanding the Compassionate Use Program and Texas’s dispensary options can help ensure you get the treatment you need within the confines of state law.