#doob tube

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almost forgot to post this years xmas blunt!! also check out how cute my new doob tube is!! hope y'all had nice holidays 😊💞

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the free "joint" i got today.

half of it is a filter lol :crying throwing up screaming mad:

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About The 92mm Doob Tubes

Traditionally, these tubes were made from plastic. However, as sustainability and environmental concerns have gained traction, there is a shift towards eco-friendly alternatives. Many manufacturers are now producing Doob Tubes from recyclable and biodegradable materials, such as paper, cardboard, and plant-based plastics.

The use of sustainable materials aligns with the growing demand for environmentally responsible packaging options within the cannabis industry. This change not only reduces the carbon footprint but also enhances the appeal of cannabis brands to environmentally conscious consumers.

Safety has always been a top priority in cannabis packaging, and 92mm Doob Tubes are no exception. While the traditional design featured basic push-and-turn child-resistant caps, there have been advancements in child-resistant mechanisms. Many newer designs feature innovative push-and-slide mechanisms, which provide a higher level of security while remaining user-friendly for adults.

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like a french girl 🎨

part 3 - french girl | art major ellie x dance major reader

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summary: ellie had been struggling with finding the perfect model for her art final. that was until she saw you.

18+ MDNI | 3.8k words | slow burn(?), mutual pining, loser ellie, recreational drug use (weed)

a/n: this took so long because im an intp AND a taurus *makes excuses for myself* also tysm to everyone who commented on the last chapter ur amazing and ily ♥

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Ellie’s in nothing but her underwear, legs criss-crossed on her navy comforter; holding a joint between her lips as she tunes the strings of her maple wood guitar. It’s a lazy Saturday, the one day out of seven where Ellie isn’t constantly tormented by homework and art projects.

These days are practically therapeutic for her. Being able to strum her fingers against the nylon strings and relish in the relaxing, skunky smell of cannabis can fix all of her problems. Minus one, of course: getting to know you better. 

For now, she’s at peace with doing nothing, that is until a loud ding goes off and the brightness of her phone flashbangs her otherwise dim-lit room. She scowls, exhaling a puff from her lungs as she reaches over for the device. Ellie has friends, but she’s no social butterfly. Her phone is usually dry, especially on weekends. Jesse is definitely with Dina, so unless it's serious; there’s no reason for her to be getting a text. 

Naturally, her scowl deepens when she reads that the number is unknown. 

???: hii

ellie: wrong number

She opts to toss her phone away, but the next message throws her off track. 

you: it’s — !

Ellie’s eyes widen at her screen like your name is a hypnotic spiral. She can feel her heart swelling well within her chest, and she’s left wondering if the weed she’s smoking is laced or if she somehow manifested you. Ellie quickly transfers her blunt in one hand and her phone in the other, straining her thumb trying to type as fast as she can to you. 

ellie: oh hdy! 

ellie: hey*

you: dina gave me ur number, i hope that’s okay 

ellie: yeah ofc it is :-)

ellie: i was planning on giving it to you

Ellie typed that half-lie slowly, weighing how true it really was as she pressed send. It was on her plan of things she’d like to do before dying, but even then she doesn’t think she would ever gain the courage. 

you: oh thank god

you: i thought i might be intruding 🙁

ellie: never, what’s up?

you: can i ask you something?

ellie: yes of course aks me anythign

ellie: ask* anything* shut sorry

ellie: SHIT

you: lmao are you okay??

ellie: yeah… forget about that, ask away

you: well i was wondering if you could help me study? im failing my anatomy class..

you: if u can’t it’s okay though!

A sheepish grin spreads across Ellie’s face, as she thinks about all the scenarios that could lead to. To think she’d finally have an excuse to see you after weeks of hoping, of praying for the opportunity. You asked her for help instead of taking other options, especially considering how much easier it would’ve been for you to. 

ellie: its no problem, id be glad to help :-)

you: really?? ur a lifesaver els, tysmm

you: when are you free?

ellie: Right now.

ellie: or whenever .

you: let’s meet at the library in 20?

Almost instantly, Ellie’s excitement warps into anxiety. She wasn’t particularly ready to see you and twenty minutes doesn’t seem like nearly enough time to get her shit together. She thought you’d ignore her impulsive desperation of “right now” and set plans for a later date, but, alas, you didn’t.

Ellie rubs her forehead with her blunt holding hand, trying to scratch the itch of her worries away with just her pinky and thumb. Despite her increasing knowledge of you over the past few weeks, she was still incredibly nervous to be around you. 

Ellie takes one final hit of her joint before snuffing it out in a doob tube on her nightstand. She sets her guitar against her bed and nearly falls off trying to get up in a rush, even though she has more than enough time to get ready. 

She stumbles around the room to put something on, settling with a gray hoodie and a pair of jeans. She attempts to keep her balance as she hastily shoves each leg through her pants; simultaneously eyeing around her room in an attempt to remember where exactly she put her anatomy textbooks. 

Ellie hears a familiar ding from her bed and she snaps towards it to pick up her phone, peering at the screen.

you: ellie?

Ellie curses under her breath, scolding herself for forgetting to text you back. She taps on the keyboard, quickly making sure she doesn’t manage another typo before hitting send.

ellie: sorry! yeah i’ll see you in twenty!

you: awesome :) 

—

You weren’t ready to see Ellie either, you figured, since it took you hours to actually text her. You made up far-fetched scenarios with the worst outcomes; the one where she immediately deletes your number tormented you for quite a while. Now you’re trudging across campus to meet her, internally at war with your mixed emotions. On one hand you get to hang out with a cute girl and on the other you’re hanging out with a really cute girl. Alone. Zero friends around. 

There’s a chance you two might not have anything to talk about. You guys are only mutual friends after all. Even if you guys somehow manage to start a conversation, what if she comes to not like you by the end of it, or vice versa? Not to mention the window incident you’re both hoping the other forgot. 

You hesitate in your steps as you reach the library doors. It’d only take a few seconds to spin around and walk back, but how could you leave her there? You thoughtlessly chew on your lip, eyes worriedly shifting around. 

You can’t recall any moment you’ve been so anxious about meeting up with a girl before. Not once, not even in a distant memory. You’ve always been the bolder one in your endeavors. The fact that Ellie is the only girl to make you feel this way has to mean something. You slowly pace in front of the doors in an attempt to dissipate your worries, nodding to your inner thoughts and ignoring the probable concerned stares in the distance. You’re the one who invited her, so you’re gonna stick it the fuck through. You couldn’t bail before testing the waters, you’d never forgive yourself.

So you barge into the building, letting the cool air hit your face from the swinging doors; granting you a waft of leather and drying ink. The building was decorated with freakishly tall dark wood bookshelves; so high, there were beige ladders in place to reach the top shelves. As expected, it was quiet, empty and definitely overfunded. Studying has never been your forte and you’ve never stepped in this building; save for a few dance history books. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case for everyone else. Thankfully, one pro definitely outweighs those cons. Ellie was going to help you study. Ellie is the reason you’re here at all.

You tidy up your outfit that you diligently put together and roam farther into the library, trying to hold down a smile that’s impossible to hold down. In fact, it completely takes over your face. You need to simmer down your giddiness before you start skipping around. You purse your lips and briefly steady your eyes on the dark, olive carpeted floor ahead of you. 

You head towards the front desk that’s just a sunken step away with the intention of asking for directions to the study hall. An older lady is sitting there, glowering with obvious annoyance definitely because of your loud entry. It’s been ages since you’ve been in the library— your failing grade proves that— and clearly you’ve forgotten all the rules with it.

A flash of guilt passes through you and you force an apologetic smile. She returns it with a grunt and you immediately redirect yourself further into the library; aimlessly in search for the study hall. 

-

You’ve been walking around for a solid five minutes and you swear you’ve passed the same fantasy section a million times now. It’d be smart to text Ellie and tell her you’ll be late, but your ego won’t let you. 

The looming large, ornate bookshelves certainly don’t make it any easier for you to navigate around.

The question of why the school spent so much money on all this occupies your mind as you venture further. You make a turn around a corner you’ve definitely made before, and you sigh at the familiarity of the area in front of you. 

You keep pressing forward anyway, hoping you can manage a new route this time around.

Before you can make another turn, you’re interrupted by drowned footsteps behind you blending into your own, followed by a tap on your shoulder. You flinch at the sudden touch, sharply turning around only to see Ellie looking at you with a downward smile. 

“Lost?” She sarcastically presumes, her viridescent eyes taking in your shocked yet relieved expression. 

You fiddle with the straps of your backpack between your fingers, shyly glancing around you. “No, I was just… looking for more textbooks.” You nod sagely at your own words, as if you’re trying to convince yourself too.

“Oh? Next to—“ The auburn-haired girl squints at the shelf behind you before adorning a wide grin, “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets?” 

Your brows raise and you follow her eyes onto the obviously fiction-filled bookcase. “Uh, yeah? I’ve got Professor Snape at four.” 

Ellie narrows her eyes at you in amused disbelief, trying not to laugh at your adorably dorky excuse.

Dramatically sighing in defeat, “Fuck, okay, you got me.” You say lowly, a bashful smile developing on your lips.  

“You passed the study hall five times. I counted.” Ellie goads.

You partially suppress your laugh, mindlessly giving her arm a light smack. “Oh, my god. Don’t tell me that!” 

She dotes on your laughter and your touch; whether it was intentional or not. Either way, she’s feeling good about herself now and her previous worries about this encounter floated away, and you could safely say the same. 

“It’s a good book though, we can go back and get it. No need to be shy about it.” Ellie quips.

“Shush!” 

—

With Ellie as your guide, the trip to the study hall was much easier than you made it out to be. You recognized the big glass windows you passed by often and when you stepped into it, you flushed with embarrassment. It was a direct contrast to the old-fashioned, mahogany colored library you’d been meandering around. 

Ellie really could’ve counted the times you walked by, and she really did. The first time, she thought you must’ve seen a friend and left to catch up with them. However, the second time around she realized you might be lost. 

She was going to text you and tell you to turn around, but she thought it was cute seeing you walk in circles, ignoring literally every sign in your way. By the fourth time, she could tell you thought you were in a time loop and she found it fucking hilarious. Someone like you, seemingly exceptional in everything but directions. The fifth time came and, of course, she decided she was being cruel and had to come help you herself. 

Ellie leads you to the desk where she’s set camp at, and the amount of books and paperwork makes you dizzy. “Jesus, Els. Are you teaching me the entire course?” 

She takes a seat before giving you an answer, “Well.. That depends on how bad you’re failing.” 

You take a seat across from her, setting your backpack on the floor before resting your forearms on the oak table. “My teacher said I was dumb as fuck and essentially called me a homophobic slur.” You’re exaggerating, obviously, but that was exactly what it felt like.

Ellie scoffs out a sound, unsure of whether to laugh or be offended for you. “Damn... It’s Bill, isn’t it? God, that guy is a fuckin’ prick.” She questions, clearly unsurprised by his actions.

You sit upright in your chair, relief shining through your words, “Yes! Is that his thing?” 

Ellie casually leans back, thinking back to when she was a student of his. “Oh, yeah. He’s a blunt guy, shitty filter,” She continues, and somehow you’re both meeting each other’s looks, “But he’s fair with his grades, n’ I know it doesn’t make it any better, but he has a husband. He’s just… old.. and grumpy.”

You try to consider that he is letting you retake a major grade. You guess you could appreciate that somewhat. “True... still, the comment was unprovoked. You must know him well though?” 

“Yeah, I took his class last year. We were at each other's throats about coursework n’ shit. Really hard to reason with that guy.” Ellie purposely leaves out the part where she was being unreasonable too, but only for the sake of storytelling, of course. “Then that summer, I saw him at a family gathering.” She finishes off with a dramatic shiver in disgust and you laugh at how endearing it was. 

“Anyways, his gaydar is somethin’ else. I can never tell.” She admits, carelessly waving a hand in the air. Ellie’s radar in particular is broken. Shattered, even. She can’t keep track of the amount of times she has stood in the shower, realizing a girl was flirting with her only days later. 

“Even with me?” 

“Even with you...” She speaks with artificial sadness and a slight sulk.

“Ouch… I’m wounded.” You fake a frown, slightly dropping your shoulders.

Ellie’s eyes fall to your nails; some suspiciously shorter than the others, and all painted in your favorite color. “But… that I know for sure, I can definitely tell.” Ellie comments.

 A swarm of butterflies suddenly parade your belly, and you shine a coy smile her way. “They’re not short because of that…” Your half-hearted attempt to defend yourself drips in the lightness of your voice.

Ellie briefly raises her eyebrows with a sly smile plastered on her face, folding her arms over her chest; which, unbeknownst to you, was to shield how hard her heart was thumping. She’s shocked she hasn’t turned into a pile of mush yet, probably thanks to her smoke session earlier.

“I’m serious! I keep my hands to myself.” You continue on, putting in a little effort in your voice for your defense this time. For the most part it is true, lately your mind has been on Ellie, and Ellie only. The thought of random flings didn't excite you, but she did. However, it wasn’t not true that you’ve had a fair share of hookups. You’re in an art school, how could you not? 

“C’mon, just yourself? I’m sure you've cared to share.” Ellie playfully pokes around you with her words; nonchalant and prone for a reaction. 

Your jaw slightly drops, making your head tilt to the side incredulously. “Wow. What makes you think that?”

Ellie unfolds her tattooed arm to rub her palm against the back of her neck, responding unexpectedly timid, “Hey, ‘m not blind. I know you’re popular.” 

You snicker at her explanation and shake your head. “They’re friends. You can be friends with girls even if you’re gay, Ellie.”

“Friends don’t touch you like that.” She notes with an uncharacteristically stern expression.

It surprises you for a second, but all it makes you wanna do is poke fun, tease her, and see where it’d go. “Like what?”

Ellie sighs, reluctantly explaining further, “Like they’ve touched you before.”

“Straight girls are touchy.” You shrug, purposefully ignoring what she tried to imply. 

The way you said it so matter-of-factly makes Ellie’s eyes roll. “You know I don’t mean it like– ugh, my judgment is usually fucked up, but that? That I can tell the difference with.” Ellie states with surety.

You narrow your gaze at her, a teasing grin forming on your lips. “What are you jealous or something?” 

“Of you or the girls?” 

“Oh, the girls were an option?” You playfully remark, but also with honest curiosity in how she’d answer. 

Ellie clears her throat and leans forward to place her textbooks into view, trying to hide the blush spreading across her features. She’s not doing a great job at it and you’d love to tease her some more, but you can settle with taking the win for now. 

—

Night crept up faster than you both anticipated, the ambient sounds of paper printing and carts rolling by were no longer prevalent. The only thing filling the room is the buzz of the light fixture above and the words you two exchange. The table is cluttered with Ellie’s open notes and some textbooks with neon page markers poking out the sides. It wasn’t organized by any means, but it was a mess you both found easy to work around. 

Surprisingly, Ellie is a great tutor. When she saw your paper, she didn’t make fun of you like you thought she would. Instead, she expressed how grating it is to remember all that crap and you shouldn’t give yourself a hard time over it. 

To help you memorize the muscles of the body, you guys settled on one area and made up silly rhymes for it. She tried to argue that brachiosaurus was perfect for brachialis even though it didn’t even rhyme. You even gave her the chance to pick a different one, but then she said brachyceratops with a mockingly straight face and you knew she couldn’t be trusted for the task anymore.

The air between you two wasn’t stuffy or silent like you feared it’d be. Ellie made you laugh, not in the breathy forced way you’ve unknowingly gotten used to making. 

She made sure you listened to her tips & tricks, made you review your mistakes so you wouldn’t repeat them again.

You hadn’t picked up your phone for anything other than to google things on the subject, and your ringer? Off. Your attention never strayed far from her. That made her undeniably nervous– sweaty, and hard for her to breathe normally, but she could  acknowledge how well she was doing.

Ellie’s head is dipped down to a paper you two were working on and you’re openly ogling, wondering how she’d look in a pair of glasses. Flipping through papers, tapping the back of a pen on her inviting lips. You tell yourself you snap back to reality before your mind strays any further. 

“If we keep this up, you’ll remember it all in no time” She encourages, eyes still glued on the paper. Secretly, she hopes it takes a little longer. Just a little.

“Thanks for helping me out, Els.” You say, face tilted into the palm of your hand. 

Ellie looks up from the paper to give you a smile, but she doesn’t hold her gaze for long. A millisecond later and her blush would have you thinking she had a sudden, terrible fever. 

“It’s no problem. It helps me out too.” Ellie points to the examples she sketched out for you with her pencil. She pauses before speaking again, trying to get rid of the sudden dryness in her mouth, “Can I ask you something?” 

Studying her expectantly, you lift your head off your hand. “Yeah?” 

Ellie fidgets with her pencil, trying to muster up courage. Her mouth feels dry trying to push out the words. “I’m also struggling with a class and uh,” she twirls her pencil in one hand, tucking a sliver of her hair behind her ear with the other, “I was wondering if you could be the model for my art final?” Her question came out whinier than she’d like it to, making her freckled-face wince. 

You can sense how nervous she is about asking, but you can’t place your finger on why she ever would be. This is the first time anyone has ever asked you something like this, so in your mind it’s nothing but exciting, especially coming from her. You can already imagine yourself sitting prettily still while Ellie studies you and paints long, fancy strokes on a yellow canvas. “Ellie, are you kidding? I’d love to.” 

Her lashes flutter in disbelief, “Really?”

“You’re helping me, so why not? It’s fair.”

“It’s kind of a weird thing to ask. I mean, we barely know each other.” Ellie murmurs, unaware that you have absolutely no idea what she’s on about. 

You lift a brow at her. “We will eventually, right? What’s weird about a portrait anyways?” 

“It’s not a portrait… Well, I guess it is–“ Ellie sighs into her palm, “I’m drawing you, but…” She cringes before she can finish her sentence. 

“A portrait in pencil? What am l missing?” You slowly question. 

“Think Titanic.” She grimaces as she waits for your reaction, trying not to bang her head on the table for picking Titanic of all movies. 

“Titanic? What does that have to do with…” Your voice trails off, quieting down so you can process what Ellie said. Think Titanic. It's hard for you to connect what the 1997 romance movie had to with this, but when it connected, it connected. The infamous drawing scene was memorable. You’re in awe, not quite sure how to react. 

“You don’t have to be fully… y’know..” Ellie insists. 

Your face is still unreadable, as if you're lost in thought, and it’s freaking her out. Too many what-ifs are going through her head, all of them gradually getting worse the longer you stay silent. She thinks she got too close to the sun when she had more than enough warmth. She's already preparing herself for rejection, worryingly scouting your face for a hint of revulsion; however, it never comes.

“Oh. Okay.” You calmly respond with a shrug, your face still unreadable; the only difference being a light smile. You could’ve thought about it longer, but you’re so flattered Ellie wants you to pose for her that you rather worry about it later. She wants to sketch your body onto paper. Yours. It sounds vulnerable and a little nerve wracking, but she’s your friend. A friend you have a crush on, sure, but you wouldn’t want to inconvenience her over it. Plus, you owe her now. Really, you’re purely being selfless. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“Okay?” Ellie repeats to make sure she was hearing things right.

“Like I said, you’re doing this for me, so I’ll do it for you.” You reassure, gesturing around to the study session laid across the table. 

“Are you sure? You know I’ll still tutor you, even if you say no–”

“— Do you not want me to?” You pout your lips, hoping she hasn't changed her mind already.

“Are you shitting me? Of course I do. I just… didn’t expect you to say yes.” Ellie finally says, absolutely dumbfounded given her hand movements. 

You laugh melodically, “Didn’t think that far, huh?” 

“Nope.” She answers with a cute embarrassed smile, her blood rushing to her face. 

Your phone buzzes, probably a text or notification. You reach out and shove a few papers to the side to get to it before taking a look, only for your eyes to be drawn to the time. “Shit. It’s late. I think the library closes soon…” You murmur regretfully, feeling all too comfortable where you were.

Ellie presses her tongue against her cheek in annoyance, upset that time dared to pass by as fast as it did. “We should get going then, I guess.” She says dejectedly, not wanting to leave you just yet. 

You peep her suddenly gray aura and smile warmly towards her. “Can you walk me back to my dorms?”

She nods with subtle enthusiasm and pushes out of her seat, immediately packing all her belongings to join your side. “Yes! — I mean, sure. Yeah.”

—-

The lamp post lights are warm and waning, complimenting the shadows on both your faces. You two walk down the dark flagstone path towards the housing area, chatting about nothing. It’s nice to be able to spend a little more time with her before the night is over. Unfortunately, you guys were drawing closer and closer to your dorm and the feeling of loss came as quick as it left. 

“Hey, Els?” 

She glanced at you and hummed in response, giving you the signal to continue. “I was wondering if you were gonna be at some party tomorrow? Apparently Dina’s co-hosting it.”

Ellie looks at you quizzically before looking off elsewhere to think. “Why the fuck would they party on a Sunday?”

You snort out a laugh before lifting and dropping your shoulders, “I don’t know, senioritis or something. Will you come though?”

“Mhm, I’ll be there.” She smiles as she speaks, loving how your face lit up by the end of it. Ellie isn’t too fond of parties, but for you? She can make an exception.

You cheer in a whisper tone and it makes Ellie smile harder, her features creasing in adoration. You two finally approach your dorm building. You walk up a step before turning to wave goodbye. She raises a palm in return and you flash her a smile that makes her heart leap before turning into the building.

If Ellie couldn’t tell before, she’s completely enamored by you. 

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lmao the kids are alright the other day i found an empty preroll doob tube on the top of this rapidly eroding 50 foot bluff

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The Patio (c.h.)

soooo hey :-) i don’t think i’ve written fic in like 7 years but here we are. this’ll be a series so be on the lookout for updates! (read: eventual smut. i swear to u) lmk if yall like it <3

This work is a part of a series, When Our Friend Isn’t Around. Part 1: The Patio / Part 2: The Kitchen / Part 3: The Living Room / Part 4: The Guest Bedroom

Word Count: 1.8k Rating: T Summary: You were looking forward to a breath of fresh air, but you didn't expect it to turn out like this. | Also on Ao3! Warnings: ~recreational drug use~

It all started off innocently enough. Some solace from the bumping music that seemed to make the walls vibrate, all of the strangers that seemed to know each other well. Besides, you’d rolled a joint while Ashton scrambled to set up the sound system, place snacks, and whatever else he was doing for this exact moment, this exact feeling.

You escape out the side door in the kitchen, to the patio. It’s set up too, with twinkling lights and a couple of adirondack chairs just waiting to host your friend’s inebriated guests. The grill is covered, maybe to prevent someone from setting this place on fire in a drunken stupor, and the umbrella over the small table is closed tightly. The early autumn evening air was dry, approximately sixty degrees. There’s a slight breeze that tickles the sweat that has begun to bead on the back of your neck and the coolness feels refreshing. You can still hear the music, but the sound is muffled and you’re unable to make out what song is playing right now. You lean on the wooden railing and sigh contentedly before digging in your pocket for the doob tube and lighter. The tube was easy to find, its smooth plastic pressing into your thigh all evening, practically taunting you. You pat your other pockets down, hoping to God you’d remembered to bring a lighter outside. Empty. Shit. 

You sigh and turn on your heel to re-enter the house, the chaos and anxiety, with a confident plan in mind. There are lighters in the drawer by the sink, you think. A Clipper, a Zippo, and two BBQ lighters, at least… It was just a matter of squeezing through the small crowd surrounding the drinks station, easy. You walk up to the sliding glass door, but it opens before you’re able to reach for the handle. A dirty guitar sound from a Nirvana song you’d heard before but couldn’t name leaked out into the quiet night.

“Hey,” Calum smiles at you warmly, but blocks your path inside. “What’re you doing out here alone?”

You smile sheepishly and motion the joint at him. “But I forgot a lighter.”

His grin widens at you while he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a tiny green Bic. “Seems like I got what you’re lookin’ for. Care if I join you?”

You nod and both return to the railing, leaning onto it. You use the lighter to pumpkin-top the end of your joint before lighting it. “So,” you breathe the smoke in deeply, holding for a moment in your lungs. “Ashton send you to find me? Make sure I’m not in a ditch somewhere?” You glance up at Calum before taking another hit and passing it to him. Despite your looking away, he keeps his gaze focused on your face even while he brings the joint to his lips.

“No.” Another hit.

You raise your eyebrows at him while he places the joint between your index and middle fingers.

“That shit tastes good. Is it dispo stuff or what?” He changes the topic.

“I roll with lavender,” you say, joint hanging off your lips. You almost think you see him glance down at your mouth when you say it. “Cuts the weed, but smells incredible,” you shrug. 

He reaches to grab the joint straight from your mouth before taking another hit and putting it back where he found it. If you were sober, it’d probably been really annoying. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” he turns to face you, lips curled into a small, playful smile.

“The fuck do you mean?” You laugh before inhaling once more, starting to feel that familiar, comfortable pressure behind your forehead. 

Calum puts his right elbow on the railing, arm reaching in your direction. “What’re doing out here alone?”

“I told you already, Calum! And you so graciously provided me with a lighter. My hero.” You pretend to swoon and bring the jay back to your lips. 

His lips press together and you try to ignore how soft they look. It must be the tequila talking. “I guess I meant the alone part. Having fun tonight?”

You pass the joint back to him and sigh. “It’s a little freaky I guess. I know like one and a half people here. Ashton and, well, I guess you’re the half, Calum.”

He laughs, eyes crinkling. “I would’ve guessed I would be three-fourths.” You’re glad he didn’t take it personally.

You had been friends with Ashton for five months and only ever really hung out with each other. You smoked, taught him how to skateboard, and watched shitty adult animation series together most of the time. You knew he had plenty of other friends, sure, but you weren’t expecting to have to meet all of them at once. All but one. He introduced you to Calum last week, when they decided they wanted to throw a rager. He was nice enough and certainly easy on the eyes, but making new friends always came hard to you. 

“I mean, maybe now…” You grin and reach for the joint, nestled comfortably in his fingers.

“Keep it.” He glances at you, shooting a small grin in your direction before reaching into his jacket pocket. You’re puzzled until you see it, held carefully between his pointer and thumb: another joint.

It makes you a little giggly, thinking he was just as prepared as you were. Maybe making new friends isn’t so bad after all.

He raises his eyebrow at you after lighting the end, notably using your pumpkin-top method from earlier. You finish your jay at the same time he starts his. “What’s so funny?”

“You really had one ready in your pocket, then smoked mine and said nothing about it? I’m starting to think you didn’t come out here to see what I was up to at all, just coincidentally had the same plan as me.” You drop your finished joint over the railing and playfully nudge his boot with your shoe.

“Two things can be true at once, sweetheart.” He places the new joint between your lips and relights it as you pull. “No lavender in mine, though.”

You grumble your thanks before wrapping your mouth around the filter again, keeping an eye on how his fingers remained around the jay, practically feeding it to you.

You’re feeling it now, like really feeling it. 

“So how’s your night going?” 

He motions to the two empty chairs to the left of the sliding glass door. “Let’s sit.”

So you do, pulling your legs up and tucking your feet beneath you. 

“It’s been good. Seen some guys I haven’t hung out with in a while.” He takes a hit. It’s not weird to watch him as he smokes, but God does it feel like something. “I’m technically supposed to be keeping an eye on Joey right now, broke some shit last time we threw a few months ago.” He takes another. “But I think Ashton’s got that handled right now.” He cocks a smile in your direction and reaches his hand, holding the joint, over the armrest of your chair. “D’you want?”

You didn’t mean to do it, not really, but your mind is foggy from the weed and your actions are more impulsive than you thought they could be at your level of drunk. You lean your head down to his hand, taking the joint in your mouth and brushing your lips against his fingers momentarily. 

He’s a little perplexed, but he’s looking at you endearingly. “Need help with that?”

“Fuck you.” You shake your head and blow smoke in his direction.

“All you had to do was ask,” he laughs and brings the jay back to your lips. “Need me to tell you when to suck, too?”

Your stomach churned a bit at his choice of words and the tips of your ears started to heat up. Internally, you were fucking reeling, but you just rolled your eyes and took the hit without needing any further assistance. The ember is nearing the filter and the hot smoke burns your throat enough to elicit a small cough. 

“I’m done.” You motion his hand away and lean back into your seat. “Thanks, Cal.” It was a slip of the tongue, something you’d heard Ashton call him. Do I know him like that?

“Thank you, for the company,” he counters. “And the lavender. Gotta try that shit.” He smiles at you before finishing the joint and flicking the remnants off the porch, into the darkness.

Calum looks at you for a moment before asking, “Did’ya wanna go back in?”

You instinctively obfuscate your face from his view with your arm and drop your eyes from his gaze before shaking your head. 

“Didn’t think so.” He leans into the chair and when you peek at him from behind your sleeve, the fucker is grinning like you were setting up some joke for him. There was something behind the expression on his face that you couldn’t really place.

You couldn’t help it by this point, really. The two joints were settling well in your mind and maybe you really could place some blame on the shots you and Ashton took an hour ago.

He’s very pretty.

Calum tilts his head at you, suddenly making you self conscious of how long you’ve been looking at him. Time moves slow when you’re high, anyway. It seems like he’s expecting you to say something. You pull your arms down from your face, around your knees.

“Would you ever get a nose ring?”

And he laughs. Head tilted back, hand over stomach laugh. “Would you… ever get a nose ring?” He’s looking at you now and you wonder if this feeling in your gut is what he felt just a few moments ago, under your inspection.

“I–well… would you?” You shrug, a little annoyed that he didn’t seem to take the question seriously. 

“Maybe.” He leans his elbow on the armrest closest to you, slotting his nail between his teeth. They’re painted black. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” you say to him with the same tone he did to you earlier this evening. How long has it been? Fifteen minutes? An hour?

It’s his turn to shrug this time, sitting back and reinstating the space between you. “Depends.” You wish he’d wipe that amused look off his face, already.

“What if I did it?”

“What if you pierced my nose?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you like…is that your job?”

“I, uh…no. I’ve pierced my friends before.”

“Their noses?”

“Ears.”

Calum leans his forearms on the armrest again and you feel compelled to shift closer to him. You can tell this is fun for him. You can’t tell if it’s fun for you, yet.

He cracks a toothy smile. “I’m just not sure the anatomy is comparable.”

The sliding door opens with a soft whoosh behind you and a familiar voice calls out to you both. A Still Woozy song is playing this time.

“What’re you guys doing out here? Shit, did you smoke without me!?”

hope u enjoyed this lil thang! next part (or the part after) will be spicy. i promise <3 as always i appreciate feedback likes n reblogs!

[practicalsolutions]

3D printin a doob tube for my transfem housemate. This is the cyberpunk future I signed up for.

[himejoshiba]

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[didee-anne]

Had the Doobs up to camp last night and after the kids were in bed we went skinny dipping in the pool and the water slide! We did some stargazing and saw a bunch of meteors. My poor tailbone is bruised now because I go so fast on the slide when I’m naked 😂 I’ll be sitting funny for several days but it was worth it. Today we’re having a bbq and spending the day on the river and then in 2 weeks is our 3rd annual camp-out with the Doobs where we rent a ski boat for a week and take the kids tubing and wakeboarding! I’m just really thankful that I get to do life with people who enjoy my shenanigans and want to join in. 🥰

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[plungelo]

1st week

been thinking about technologies a lot lately.

a week ago i went on a hike at blue hills and came to a point where i wasn't exactly sure where the trail led. the trailmarkers on the tree were a bit unclear so i pulled out my phone and looked at a map of the reservation. i found where i was, put my phone in the left water-bottle pocket of my backpack, and proceeded up a steep hill. i got a bit lost again but found my way without any map pretty easily. then i meditated on a rock somewhere, watched some trees and birds, and saw some tadpoles for the first time. it was a cool little part of the trail that i'm excited to revist.

then as i was about to leave that space, i realized my phone was gone. i frantically checked the water bottle pockets, where i had been putting it. okay, maybe i put it in the outer pocket, where it sometimes goes. nope. not in the larger pocket either, where i never put it. even on the second, third, and fourth times i checked all of these places, my phone didn't appear. so it was somewhere lost in the woods. my initial reaction was one of frantic concern, but i was able to chill out while i retraced my steps to the part of the trail where i last used the phone.

during that time of searching, i was not afraid of getting lost because the trail is well-marked. i wasn't concerned about not being able to communicate with people because i was already in a place where i wasn't doing that, and i can just text or email from my computer when i get home in an hour or so. i wasn't worried about navigating home because i know the highway and area well enough to get back. i wasn't worried about the monetary value of the phone, since i've gotten more than enough use out of it over the many years of owning it, and i knew my replacement would be a cheap, non-iphone. despite all of these factors that made me completely comfortable not having my phone, i still spent what felt like the longest portion of the hike searching for it.

what was driving me to look for it? part of me, while searching, was even looking forward to not having the iphone since i spend so much of my time pretentiously complaining about how much it distracts me from real life. so why was there still a sense of dread left in me, pushing me to keep looking until i found it? i lifted large rocks, kicked around leaves, re-climbed steep hills and exhausted myself for a thing i did not care for––a thing i oftentimes hate––and that i want to be without. i knew in my brain that there was nothing stressful about the phone being gone, but the idea of it not being with me caused a strange stress in my body that pushed me to keep looking.

eventually, i found it. i picked it up by this funny rock i looked at earlier on my walk. my first reaction when i saw it and picked it up was to audibly say, "okay." the relief i felt felt fake, because i should feel relieved to find an expensive electronic like that. but the dread from before was unmistakable, albeit minor.

since moving into the city, i've been grappling a lot with my weed dependence. like anything outside of my body that aids in a task, weed is a technology. if you replace my phone with a loaded doob tube in the above story, i've probably experienced the exact same thing so many times.

i guess that's all.

p&l

[bddybby666]

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