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A Guide to E-Cigarette- All you need to Know

Whether you smoke frequently or have been puffing away for some time, you may have heard of individuals switching to electronic cigarettes.

Many of you have heard that these devices, commonly known as e-cigarettes, can aid in quitting smoking or provide a healthier alternative for long-time smokers.

If you're curious about electronic cigarettes, we can help you find the perfect e-cigarette shop online.

In this guide, we will explain how electronic cigarettes work and provide you with the necessary information to get started on your vaping journey.

An Overview on E-Cigarettes

Electronic cigarettes, commonly referred to as smokeless cigarettes, e-cigarettes, or e-cigs, are a substitute for smoking and can help you manage your nicotine cravings. E-cigarettes are frequently created by manufacturers to resemble conventional cigarettes, but some e- cigarette brands contain tobacco and don't need any kind of flame or match.

Why should you try an E-cigarette?

Despite the urge to "smoke" and the desire for nicotine, using an e-cigarette is still better than switching to regular cigarettes.

The following are the main reasons for shifting to electronic cigarettes:

Safe to use

Compared to smoking regular cigarettes, using an e-cigarette is a safer habit because nothing is burned.

Some e-cigarettes, like Coconut Banana Breeze vape, have an activated firing mechanism that instantly provides vapor when the mouthpiece is inhaled which reduces the risk of getting burned accidentally. 

2. No unpleasant smell

Traditional cigarettes emit a disagreeable smell in addition to being unhealthy for you and the people around you. Cigarette smoke leaves behind an odor that adheres to both you and your clothing. Additionally, it hangs around you in the air and adheres to things like furniture.

Electronic cigarettes don't burn anything, so they don't emit smoke, ash, or any of the disagreeable odors that are connected to smoking and smokers.

3. Lasts for a long time

If you decide to use e-cigarettes instead of traditional ones, they are less expensive and last longer than a pack of cigarettes. Breeze Pro e-cigarettes are designed in such a way that they provide long-lasting usage without running out. This is made possible by the inclusion of a 1000 mAh battery and a generous E-Liquid Capacity of 6.0 mL. With these features, each device can offer up to 2000 puffs, ensuring a satisfying vaping experience that lasts.

4. Exposed to fewer toxins

Conventional cigarettes, cigars, hookahs, and other tobacco products contain harmful chemicals, many of which are toxic.

However, not all e-cigarette varieties have the same quantities of nicotine. As a result, using an e-cigarette will expose you to fewer toxic substances. 

5. Flavorful variants 

The diversity of enjoyable and flavorful e-liquid variations that are available is one of the biggest reasons to start using electronic cigarettes.

Breeze disposable vapes are available in a variety of flavors. The flavors,ranging from coconut banana breeze vape to Strawberry Peach Mint, will leave your taste buds begging for more.

 Final Words

E-cigarettes cater to both simplicity and sophistication based on your preferences and choices. Whether you are looking for a basic setup or something more advanced, an e-cigarette shop online provides a platform to discover and purchase the perfect device to suit your vaping experience. With this, you can explore and find a wide range of options tailored to your needs, allowing you to have a convenient and seamless shopping experience. 

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[liquidorcard]

Funny story Lily, you may have heard of it, that's actually a thing called, uh--

FUCKING NICOTINE YOU IGNORAMUS.

Any inhaled product can damage your lungs through long term use-- especially if it's burning, like tobacco, e-liquid, a blunt, crack-- whatever. Just due to the nature of the delivery method.

--->Nicotine<---, has other potentially harmful side effects, like restricting blood flow, messing with your levels of serotonin, etc-- even when not smoked.

Traditional cigarettes and chews also contain a whole host of other carcinogenic chemicals to stabilize the product's shelf life.

Vaping is tricky. Since it's a relatively new invention there isn't a lot of long term studies on the effects it has. In theory, there is strong reason to believe it is far safer than traditional smoking methods. But I wouldn't recommend it still, especially for those who don't already have a chemical dependence on nicotine. Here's more info on the matter (note that some of the wording on this page is a little misleading, thanks Trudeau, but the information provided is correct):

https://www.canada.ca/en/health-canada/services/smoking-tobacco/vaping/risks.html

But uh, you may have noticed the massive flaw in Lily's little dodge here . . . You know, mainly that

You don't need to fucking smoke weed Lily.

No, weed causes no long term damage to your fucking lungs, heart or liver on it's own. But if you don't trust me, ask THE FUCKING CANADIAN GOVERNMENT:

ASK LILY'S OWN PROVINCE, LOL:

Google is fucking FREE Lorch. Or is easily accessible info on the health risks of cannabis transphobic and out to get you too?

[cambria-writes]

i did it. it's finally done. it's over, and i finished it.

thank you so much to everyone who's followed me and this story, who's commented, liked and reblogged. you've all helped give me back something i had lost a long time ago: the ability to write.

i'm so thankful to have found this fandom and the people in it, and i wouldn't change a single thing about the journey that was writing Ravenloft.

some things to know about this chapter:

i only discovered literally two days ago that july 1st is not, in fact, universal moving day. that's apparently something very unique to my part of canada lol, so that's why i had the moving take place that day. might not have even registered for anyone else but me but i felt like i should explain that just in case.

additionally, i don't know fuckall about indiana, never been. the market place arena is no longer there, either, so it took a bit of guesswork to figure out what to do. thank you to @bramblequill for answering my very strange questions. ♥

lastly, i have no idea how school works in the states. i just went with september 2nd as back to school since it was the tuesday right after labour day, and the internet told me that 8:30am as a starting time for classes was reasonable so there we go.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader rating: E, 18+ warnings: SMUT, female anatomy used but otherwise no real physical description, fingering, masturbation (m and f), cum swallowing, so much swearing, Wayne calls Eddie son and reader calls Wayne his father, smoking (cigarettes and weed), alcohol consumption, vague reference to choking, mention of flagging/the hanky code, Eddie doesn't whip out the sadism though, mention of using handcuffs, i guess this is semi-public sex actually, Eddie's a gentleman though, mention of an alternate timeline where Eddie does die, mention of death broadly, reader has anxious responses to shit sometimes, Good Girl is said a few times, god I'm running out of brain RAM please let me know if I should tag anything else! word count: 7,512

thank you again!!

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓: 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯𝔰 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨

July 2nd, 19863:27AM

You don’t know where you are when you first wake up. There are no lights on, there’s a familiar but distant sound, and it’s too fucking warm. After a few seconds of tensely paying attention, you realize that the familiar sound is the compressor in the fridge.

Right. You moved yesterday.

When you bother to open your eyes and look around, you realize why it’s so dark. You never bothered to plug in your alarm clock and you can’t see the time on the stove from here, but it’s definitely still night. Quiet enough that it’s probably not even 4am yet.

You roll to turn around, but promptly end up yelping and falling right on your ass. The vague but bitter thought crosses your mind that you’ve somehow developed a habit of falling and injuring yourself in whatever bedroom you occupy.

Said bedroom door cracks open slowly. From your spot on the floor, you get to see a very tired Eddie—is he even actually awake?—slowly emerge from the opening door.

“Fuck was that,” he mutters, right before unhinging his jaw to yawn. You sigh and let yourself fall back on the floor, limp, staring up at a ceiling fan that refuses to work.

“Forgot where I was,” you say quietly, throwing an arm over your eyes. “Go back to bed dude.”

Eddie grunts, but you don’t hear the tell-tale squeaking and creaking of floorboards. Instead, when you move your arm out of the way just enough to see, you catch Eddie scratching the back of his head and looking back to the hallway. He clears his throat, and you cover your eyes again before he catches you staring.

He probably caught you staring way too much yesterday, so you’re not sure why it matters. It’s not like he’d make a big deal out of it anyways—not the way Steve and Robin did when they were helping you carry the sectional couch Mrs Henderson insisted you take from her basement.

(It’s fine, she had said, I can’t really look at that old thing anymore, she said. You didn’t ask, but you’d assumed that it was the same as everyone in Hawkins; just trying to get rid of all the leftovers from The Earthquake and what had preceded it.)

You’re jostled out of your thoughts when you feel Eddie’s shoulder—bare, from the cut-out Black Sabbath shirt he’s warning—against yours. He feels cool and clammy, like he’d been tossing and turning around in the heat, too.

“Ahh,” he sighs, folding his hands over his chest. “You had the right idea. Floor’s cold. Fuck this heat.”

You hum in agreement, and turn your head to properly look at Eddie.

“You could go back home,” you say quietly. When you don’t get an answer after a few seconds, you scoff lightly and turn to stare back at the ceiling. “At least he wouldn’t be boiling alive.”

You nearly squawk when you feel a hand taping on your hip. When you turn to look at Eddie again, his eyes are closed, still, but he’s very clearly frowning.

“Y’r being stupid,” he mutters, taking a deep breath before forcing himself to sit up, leaning back on his hands. He rotates his shoulders and—and he’s saying something else, you know he is. But there’s... there’s something about his shoulders.

Have they always been that wide?

You know your mouth is hanging open when Eddie turns to look back at you, and you only snap it shut with a click when you see him grinning.

“Didn’t catch a word I just said, huh.”

You try to speak a first time, but your voice cracks on the first syllable. Clear your throat and cough once or twice before trying again. This time you get yourself up on your feet and head for the door.

“Not a word. Too tired. Want a beer?”

Eddie blinks at you owlishly for a second before letting himself fall back to the floor. You’re about to take that as a silent refusal when he grumbles.

“Do you even know what time it is? Beer?”

You scoff again and cross your arms from your place at the door.

“What, like you do?”

Eddie simply raises an arm in response. You frown, open your mouth to ask why the fuck he’s raising his hand in your damn house, when you notice the watch still on his wrist.

(You try not to remember a very different, broken watch keeping time for the dead.)

“Right, well,” you dither, clearing your throat again. “Whatever. Doesn’t matter. Do you want a beer or not?”

Eddie sighs, putting on a show about being put out and disappointed and too tired, but the hand he rests low on your back to herd you out of the room is gentle. The quiet ‘sure’ he whispers also sounds far too caring and indulgent.

You practically inhale half of the first beer you pull from the fridge. If Eddie’s got any thoughts about that, he keeps them to himself. You sit down at the table—square, angular, nothing like the one that was in your hideout—and lean back in a chair that still smells like sawdust and campfire.

Leaning back in his own chair across from you, Eddie takes a slow look around. You see him pause to look at what you’ve already put up on the fridge. There’s a character sheet, a small pebble that’s been glued to a magnet, a note from your parents and a small magnetic photo frame. You can already feel your face heat up when Eddie points at it.

“That wasn’t there when we had pizza,” he says, slowly and a bit incredulously. You can only hold his gaze for a second or two when he turns to you for answers.

“I, uh,” you stutter, biting your lip and picking at the label of the bottle in your hands. “That’s—my mom, uh.”

It’s a polaroid.

By any other metric, completely unremarkable. Unnoticeable, probably, to anyone whose face isn’t actually on the damn thing. And if your mother hadn’t taken you aside yesterday morning to hand you a small, old and beaten-up looking shoebox, you probably wouldn’t ever have remembered that photo exists.

It’s Eddie, surrounded by trees, and wearing a cloak that had definitely been about twelve sizes too big. The hood swallows most of his head; the only thing that’s really visible is his smile. Honestly, most people probably wouldn’t even be able to tell that that’s Eddie Munson, in that photo.

But you remember taking that. Remember flapping the polaroid around madly while running away.

You shake your head against the memory. Those times are long gone, now. So why...

“Yeah,” you end up whispering, before taking a deep breath and letting out a deeper sigh. “I’unno. When my mom gave me an old box of pictures from middle school, I kind of...” You look over at the fridge and take another, albeit significantly more moderate, drag of your beer. “Dunno. Felt like it.”

Eddie slowly stands and walks over to the fridge. Takes a sip of his beer while he looks at the photo. Takes a quick look at you before taking a step back from the fridge to look at what all else you’ve put up there so far.

“You still got that box?” And bless him, you know he’s trying to be nonchalant about it, but there’s an anxious tone undercutting his voice clear as day. You chuckle and make your way back to your room and to your closet.

It’s only when you pull the small shoebox out and you’ve got it cradled in your arms do you realize the significance of this.

Almost everything that was in the trailer was lost; it’s honestly a miracle anything survived at all. But among the losses, you remember Wayne bemoaning the loss of the few pictures that he’d been able to take of Eddie over the years.

You look down at the box a bit more misty-eyed. You hope that there’s something helpful in here. Something nicer.

When you make it back to the living room, Eddie’s still standing in front of the fridge. His brows are pulled together and the sip he takes of his beer nearly dribbles down his chin. You hold the box a bit closer to your stomach when you move to stand next to him.

“What are we looking at?” you ask, and Eddie nearly jumps out of his skin. You put a hand on his arm and laugh. “Hey there, have a nice time up in the clouds?”

Eddie laughs a bit thinly, points up at the fridge. “I was just. You kept the—the lyrics. From middle school?”

You stare up at the piece of turns, crumpled up ruled paper. You remember carrying that everywhere with you, in middle school and high school. Carried it in your wallet for a while, too, though...

You turn back to the table to gently put the shoebox down. “I didn’t think you’d remember writing that,” you say quietly, pulling up one small stack of photos neatly held together with a rubber band.

Eddie scoffs. “Are you kidding me? You basically whined at me for weeks to come up with a love song for... what was—”

“Shanon,” you add quickly, blindly reaching for your beer bottle while sorting through photos. “Blonde, grey eyes. You were infatuated.”

You don’t see the sad, self-deprecating grin on Eddie’s face.

“Shanon... yeah, no, didn’t write that for her.”

You take a second to bring the bottle down from your mouth. Turn around to look at Eddie, but he’s still resolutely looking at the paper haphazardly stuck to the fridge. It’s at an angle. It’s starting to drive you crazy. Eddie chugs the rest of his beer, puts the empty bottle on the counter by the fridge, and turns around.

“Woah there pal,” you start, chugging your own beer with a wince. You put the bottle back on the table behind you. “What’s that look for?”

You feel like your heart’s beating a frenzy in your throat. You’re pretty sure you just felt a heart palpitation. The look on Eddie’s face is intense in a way you don’t recognize. Not like when he's DMing and he’s about to throw a real wrench in everyone’s plans, and not like in the Upside Down.

No, it feels a lot like how he looks at you out in the fields by the junkyard.

You would take a step back when Eddie starts walking toward you, but you’re already leaning against the table behind you. You try to straighten up to maybe attempt to look less frazzled than you feel.

The beer’s already making your head feel fuzzy and your lips feel numb.

Eddie stops about a foot away from you, and you’re not sure how to feel about the fact that you have to crane your neck up to actually look at him. He opens his mouth, looking down at your with a frown. He tries a few times like this, before sighing and just.

Letting himself slump over to rest his head on your right shoulder.

You stay like that for a bit. You can hear the hitch in Eddie’s breath when he tries, again, to say something. After the third or fourth time, it feels like something’s squeezing your chest. He’s clearly got something on his chest he wants to get off—something heavy—and you know how that feels. How that goes.

Your left hand comes up to brace the back of his head before you can think of the implications.

Whatever. Fuck the implications.

“You can take your time, y’know,” you whisper, slowly slumping back to lean against the table behind you, forcing Eddie to take a step forward if he wants to stay in his spot.

“I can’t, I really can’t.” His voice sounds strained, and you flounder. You’ve never really had to struggle to get people to talk to you—not the people who actually give a fuck about you, anyways. And you can’t think of a single time, barring the obvious fuckery of the Upside Down, when Eddie was hesitant to talk to you.

He gently grabs the hand in his hair and pulls it away to straight himself out again. His eyes are closed when you can see his face again. He takes a deep breath and squeezes your hand.

“Listen—“

The phone rings.

You haven’t even put it up on the wall by the doorway yet. It’s still on the counter, where you’ve left it, right by the fridge.

The shock of it in the quiet of the dining room makes you trip over yourself. Eddie catches you and, practically in the same motion, spins to direct you to the phone. Out of breath, you pick up.

“Ye—hello?”

“Hey, hon,” comes Wayne’s tired greeting. “Sorry if I woke you up, but is Eddie still with you?”

You blink a few times, staring out into nothing. You only wonder for a second why he’d call so late when you’d likely be out cold, but when you turn to face Eddie—now leaning back against the table—the realization comes all at once.

“Ed—yes, oh my god, Wayne, I’m so sorry,” you rush to say, turning back to the counter and cradling the receiver. “Yeah, he helped me unpack and we kind of crashed, I should have had him call—”

“Hey, hey,” Wayne chuckles, and the lightness of the tone helps you breathe a bit easier. “It’s fine. Sorry I woke ya up.”

“Please don’t worry about it,” you reply quickly. “We’ve been up for a bit going through some stuff.”

“I won’t keep you then. Just tell that idiot son of mine to call next time.”

You let out a quiet bark of laughter and promise you will. You don’t think you’ve ever referred to Eddie as his son before. Guess the whole town going to shit changed a few things. Said idiot son has the decency to look a bit ashamed when you turn around and lean back against the counter.

“Probably shoulda called before we called it a night, huh,” Eddie says with a wince.

There’s a beat of silence that’s almost awkward before you clear your throat to speak.

“You uh, you were going to tell me something?”

Eddie stands there, expression not unlike shock on his face. He opens his mouth two or three times but eventually settles on a shrug.

“Don’t worry about it, I can’t even remember what I was going to say.” The end of his sentence almost trails off its so quiet. It’s clearly a lie, but you’re too fuzzy from the beer and fatigue from moving to push the issue any further.

You push yourself off the kitchen counter and brush your hands off on your thighs.

“Well,” you start, feeling a bit awkward while you amble toward the hallway. “I need to go back to bed. Let me know if...” It’s your turn to trail off, because you’re not sure how to end that sentence. Let you know if what, a demodog comes bursting in through the window?

You look anxiously over your shoulder at the window over the sink. It’s fine. It’s nothing, nothing’s there, you’re good. You clear your throat.

“Right, so. I’ll just.”

Eddie nods but doesn’t look at you. Your room is bright with birdsong and the rising sun by the time you fall asleep.

17 July 19861:37AM

You’re not entirely sure what motivated you to get out of bed, climb into your car, and make it to the Munsons’. It’s not like you couldn’t have just grabbed the phone and dialed Eddie’s shiny separate number. (You’re beginning to think the hush money bit was real.) You’ve called each other at the worst times of night and day for dumber shit.

This time, though, the nightmare felt a little too real to ignore and sleep off. Like you usually would have done.

It was like you had never existed; like everyone had gone into the Upside Down without you, without an extraction team, without a backup plan. And you had to watch while Eddie sliced the blanket rope. Horrified, you watched Dustin sprain his ankle in his rush to get back.

Eddie, gasping and choking on his own blood, saying he hadn’t run away this time. Eddie, glassy-eyed and gone, torn to shreds by bats left motionless by what you now know to have been Chief Hopper’s own attack all the way in Russia.

You take a second to control your breathing once you’re at the squat triplex. Eventually you uncurl your stiff and sore fingers from the steering wheel and force yourself out of the car. Your legs feel like jello and your head like lead.

You consider trying to climb up to the third floor, somehow, if only for a second. You know Wayne’s likely to be up so you shouldn’t worry too much about either ringing or knocking but... Shake your head and hit the button for the third floor before you can think more about it and chicken out.

You’re let in surprisingly quickly. When you make it up to door number 3, Wayne’s leaning against the doorway.

“Bit early,” he says, uncrossing his arms once you’re near. Puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes. “Everything okay?”

“Nightmares,” you answer quietly. You curl and uncurl your fists at your sides.

“Come on,” Wayne says after a beat of silence. “He’s in his room. Coffee?”

You shake your head. With one last squeeze of your shoulder. Wayne wanders back inside, and you aim straight for Eddie’s bedroom door. Your fist is up to knock when Eddie opens the door, looking disheveled but extremely awake.

“Hey,” he says airily, out of breath as he pulls his hair back into a low ponytail. “I was about to head out—you weren’t answering your phone so.”

He doesn’t wait for you to say anything or explain before pulling you in and shutting the door behind you. He throws his jacket—leather only, sans denim, as it has been for a few months now—over the back of the chair as his desk.

Nothing much else is said, which is how these nights usually go. Neither of you need to be rehashing what happened in the Upside Down, the earthquake, your constant passing out. Tonight, though, there is one thing that eats at you. Eddie has to nudge you, sitting next to him on his bed beneath the window, to pass the joint over. When you take it, he makes a point to lean forward to try and get a good look at your face.

“Did... did something happen? Before you got here?” he asks, and the concern in his voice twists your gut unpleasantly.

“It’s just—it’s nightmares. You know how it is.” You make a point not to take too deep of a toke of the joint before passing it back over, turning your head to blow the smoke out through the open window.

You can just barely see Eddie narrowing his eyes at you in your periphery. For a second, when he straightens up and leans back against the wall next to you, you think he’s dropped it.

“If it was just nightmares, you would’ve called.”

You snort and look the other way. Again, though, Eddie nudges you to turn around and take the joint. Carefully and, thankfully, not too quickly, he grabs your wrist as you grab the joint.

“Hey. Come on. Talk to me, please.”

Your eyes burn and you can already feel your nose getting red and itchy. Your whole face feels warm. Either to spare you the embarrassment of it or a second, secret reason, Eddie pulls you into his chest and you just start crying.

You’ve dreamt of people dying before. Tons of times. Even before El tore a massive hole through reality in Hawkins. But that—feeling powerless in a situation you know could’ve happened if you hadn’t just been around and stuck your nose where it arguably shouldn’t have been—and seeing Eddie die in a way you just couldn’t help?

That was brutal.

17 July 19869:12AM

You have no idea when you fell asleep. Your eyes feel sore and dry, your throat feels strange and your neck hurts. You’re cursorily aware that you’re in Eddie’s room—the smell of weed, incense and whatever cologne he wears usually gives it away.

Very quickly, you realize that you’ve fallen asleep on Eddie’s chest at an awkward angle. You’re both barely sitting up, still leaning back against the wall underneath the window. God, you drool on him. Fuck.

Okay, this is fine. You’ve literally had worse.

You take a deep breath and, as smoothly and quickly as you can, roll off the bed and onto your knees. It’s not graceful, but when you look back, Eddie still seems to be sound asleep. You pray to whatever’s out there that he stays that way until his shirt’s dry.

You tiptoe out of the room and turn the knob before shutting the door behind you. The rest of the apartment is empty, and with how late you heard Wayne ambling about, you’re sure he’s not ready to get up any time soon, either.

By the time you leave, there’s breakfast ready to be reheated in the oven and you’ve left a note on the coffee maker saying to just turn it on.

When you walk outside to your car, though the sun’s been up for a while, the fog still clings to the ground. You sit in your car for a few minutes, staring at the water droplets slowly evaporating on the windshield. When your heart rate has gone back down to something human and manageable, you start the car and head home.

13 August 198612:07AM

If you were bubbling with excitement before the concert, now you feel like soda that’s been left out for a few hours. Flat, maybe, but still just as sweet as it was before, if not moreso. You still feel all the enthrallment that you did before and during the concert, but now you feel...

Well, post-concert blues. That satisfied feeling of having witnessed something amazing, but the accompanying sadness and mourning knowing that you’ll never be able to relive this same experience again. It’s come and gone and now all you can do is remember it.

You slap your thighs to bring you out of your own head. This is going to be a good fucking night. Eddie literally bought you tickets to see Judas Priest and drove you both all the way out here. Refused to let you drive for a singular second, too.

“You still that hyped?” Eddie asks, laughing, holding his lighter out to you. You light up your own smoke and laugh.

“Nah, just trying to get my head back in the game. Too much shit rattling around in here.” You tap your head with the lighter before handing it back.  Eddie takes a second before grabbing it, though, and you have to wave your other hand in front of him to snap him out of it.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s out of it,” you laugh, bumping his shoulder with yours when he finally takes the damn lighter back.

Quietly, from inside the van, you can hear the opening bars for Wild Nights.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie grunts, crouching down to tie the messy laces of his right shoe. “I’m the one who drove three hours to get here, and had to convince your parents that I wouldn’t murder you and dump your body in the river.”

You can’t help but cackle. You know for a fact that neither of your parents called the Munson household, but you also know that it’s something that they very easily could have done. Looking out at the White river from your little spot at the state park, you open your mouth to say something about how overprotective Wayne can be, but then something catches your eye.

“They literally,” you start, reaching over to pluck the scarf from Eddie’s back pocket. “Did not do that.” You twist the scarf around in your hands a bit before trying to whip it at his ass. You miss horribly and end up snapping the tip of the scarf on his thigh.

You burst out in laughter, full bellied and unrestrained, when Eddie yelps and topples over to the right. You try to apologize and ask if he’s okay, but you doubt that anything intelligible makes it past you wheezing, squeaking laughter.

“Alright, that’s it,” Eddie grumbles, tossing his half-smoke cigarette into the gravel before stalking towards you. He’s clearly not upset, but you make a mad dash for the riverbank anyways.

The toes of your shoes have just barely touched water before Eddie’s arms wrap around your torso and pull you back. You shriek and kick once or twice before letting yourself go limp.

Half an hour later finds you in some park along the 36, hair and clothes still damp and cheeks sore. You’re both sitting in the back of the van, doors open, passing a joint between you and looking out onto the park.

“I like what you’ve done with this old bitch,” you comment, tapping the plush—carpeting? blanket?—that Eddie’s laid down in the back. “Is there a camping mat under this or something?”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, been going out in the woods after work sometimes just to like... relax, y’know?” You nod; you ran to the woods a lot as a kid, too. “Right, so I kinda made it more comfy to get high in. That’s it.”

When he passes you the joint, you look back at the front where you’d left the scarf. Handkerchief? You’ve had the question in mind ever since March: is he the S or is he the M?

“Seriously?” Eddie balks. “That’s what’s been on your mind this whole time?”

You turn to look at him and blink owlishly.

“Oh. Oh god, please tell me I didn’t say that out loud.”

Eddie laughs, and it almost sounds a little mean. You can feel the heat creeping up your neck and making its way to your face. Your cheeks itch with it.

“Right, you’re too baked and tired for this,” Eddie declares, and even to your ears he sounds way too composed and, frankly, sober. Though you guess he’s maybe had a bit more time to get used to smoking weed than you have.

“What, no!” You whine, trying to reach across him to snag the joint out of his left hand. Unfortunately, the best that’s done for you is get you splayed across Eddie’s lap once you inevitably lose your balance.  “Fuck you.”

Eddie’s almost unnaturally still beneath you. And you’d look up at him, if you could, but even fucking cooked, you’re very aware that you’re laid across a man’s lap.

Your throat feels too tight when you swallow. You move to brace an arm on Eddie’s thigh to prop yourself up, but his hand on the back of your head has you freezing in place. When the hand starts petting down your head, your neck and your spine, only to start again at the top, you start to go limp. This isn’t so bad.

“Yeah,” Eddie scoffs, and you get the feeling you’ve spoken out loud again. “You would think that.” The embarrassment is enough to make your eyes sting. There’s a beat of silence, and then Eddie leans over to whisper in your ear, “Good girl.”

You swallow thickly. You had intended to follow-up by asking whether or not Eddie was even interested in the opposite gender. But you suppose that answers that.

There’s a tension in your gut and shoulders that makes you second guess yourself. You get the words out before you can think too much about it.

“What do I have to do for you to say that again?”

The hand petting you takes its time reaching the bottom of your spine, and then stays there. Warm against your lower back, and just high enough to say he’s not actually touching your ass. Awfully cordial.

“Depends,” Eddie hums, and you hear him take another toke of the joint before crushing the tip of it between his fingers and chucking the extinguished butt somewhere you can’t see. “Why?”

This time, you do prop yourself up, both hands on Eddie’s thigh. If it had been anyone else, the distance between your faces would have been the epitome of discomfort.

“I want you to say it again,” you answer quietly. It’s getting harder to keep your eyes on his and not let them drift down.

“Say what again?” Eddie asks, and you don’t know if you love or hate the shit eating grin on his face. You should have expected this, though; putting you on the spot was part of the whole point, wasn’t it?

“I-I want you to...” you start, but your throat feels too small for the words that are trying to come out. Eddie’s hand at your lower back comes up to rub comforting circles between your shoulder blades. Your face and neck are on fire and everything feels itchy.

“Come on,” Eddie whispers. You realize that you’ve been staring at his mouth, and when you look, he is very much looking down at your mouth. “Won’t laugh. Promise.”

The sigh that leaves you almost surprises you.

“I-I want you to—I want you to call me a good girl. Again. Please.”

The hand between your shoulders makes its way forward to cup your jaw.

“Good girl,” Eddie breathes, and it’s like your whole body vibrates, shudders with the satisfaction of it. “Fuck,” he chuckles, swiping his thumb across your cheekbone. “You’re really into that.”

You want to say that you shrugged, but the reality is that the sound that comes out of your mouth couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than a whimper.

“Can I—” Eddie starts asking, but you cut him off nearly right away.

“Yes.”

You would think kissing your childhood best friend, whom you’d lost touch with for several years and had recently gone through several traumatic events with, would be somewhat awkward and clumsy. But, unlike when you were teenagers, you and Eddie both, clearly, had the advantage of some gained experience in the meanwhile.

There’s no chastity in the kiss; from the moment his mouth locks with yours, it’s open-mouthed and breathless. Eddie pulls you closer, helps you sit across his lap properly, and you fist your hands in his shirt. In his brand new Judas Priest shirt. You know he doesn’t even particularly like Turbo, as an album. Almost none of it is his preferred style.

You whine into the kiss, and you chase Eddie’s lips when he pulls away. He helps shift you off his lap and quickly instructs you to move back and lie down. The van is plunged into near pitch-black. You move back until you feel what you think is the back of the driver’s seat. You don’t lie back yet, instead reaching out for Eddie.

Your hand knocks into what’s apparently his arm. His mouth finds your again in the dark as your fingers find their way into his hair. You gasp when Eddie roughly pulls you down, firmly gripping your hips one second and cradling your head to make sure you don’t hit it the next.

“You sure this is fine?” Eddie asks, though his lips are moving down to your neck, teeth nipping at the skin.

“It’s fine, this is fine,” you rush to say, letting your hands wander up under Eddie’s shirt. You’re  sure to keep your touch light when you come across the scars. “This is so fucking fine,” you breathe.

Eddie’s shirt rises with your wandering hands, and he gives you a second to pull it over his head. You have no idea where you toss it and you honestly couldn’t care less. His hands, in return, take the opportunity to make their way under your shirt, and you want to scream. Your entire body feels like a coil being wound tighter.

It’s unfamiliar, how intense it is. You don’t think you mind.

Eddie knocks your knees open to settle between your legs rather than straddling you, though you’re more preoccupied by your shirt—identical to Eddie’s, because you couldn’t help yourself—being peeled off and thrown into an equally unknowable direction. His hands on your ribs feel like irons smoothing out the trembling wrinkles of them, and the shuddering sigh that you let out makes Eddie chuckle.

“Poor thing,” he laments, one hand at your waist prompting you to arch your back, the other sliding up your back to somehow expertly undo the clasp of your bra. “Been holding out for a while, huh.”

It’s not a question. You twitch, about to bring your hands up to hide your face, but—there’s no real point, is there? In this kind of darkness, it’s not like he’d be able to see how red your face is. You have a feeling he’d reprimand you for trying to hide, anyways.

“Didn’t think you’d wanna look at me,” you breathe into his mouth. Saying it out loud makes it feel silly, especially here and now. You don’t hold it against him when Eddie laughs. You can hear the shock in it.

“We’re both idiots,” he mutters, trailing kisses from the corner of your mouth, down your neck, nipping at the collarbone on the way. He presses his lips to your sternum, hands gliding up your sides to palm at your breasts. Nothing like the fumbling messes of your first adult years; Eddie’s hands are slow and deliberate. He’s not feeling you up for his own sake—though you don’t doubt that it in no small way contributes to the hardening length you feel growing at the junction of your thigh—but for yours. This feels entirely like a massage for your benefit.

To his credit, it’s working. Whatever tension you were holding in your shoulders is slowly melting away under his hands.

His mouth continues its trail down, licking a stripe up your navel before he stops at the button of your shorts. You don’t let him ask, you just unbutton them for him. He doesn’t move until he hears you start to pull at the zipper. He doesn’t leave you time to pull it down all the way before he’s tugging your shorts off like they’ve personally offended him.

The cold air makes you realize he’s taken your underwear with them. He lightly rests his forehead on your stomach and breathes in. It almost makes you choke.

“God you smell good,” he growls against your skin. While his mouth trails kisses back up your torso, you feel one hand sliding gently up your chest to rest at the base of your throat. The other slides two fingers through your slit.

Eddie groans like he’s in pain.

“I won’t—not here, fuck,” Eddie mutters, nuzzling between your breasts, and you buck your hips into his hands when one of his slicked fingers finds your clit. “First time we gotta do it right but this, we can—I can give you this,” he whispers, so low you figure he must be talking to himself more than he is to you.

One finger prods at your entrance, and then he’s got two fingers inside of you. The first few pumps, though heaven, don’t do much. But then Eddie curls his fingers, and it’s like he’s a puppeteer who’s pulled on all of your strings all at once. He exhales sharply and sounds entirely too pleased with himself when he speaks.

“There she is,” he whispers, mouthing at the spot on your neck just below your ear. The warmth  makes you shiver and clamp down on his finger. “Fuck, that’s it.”

Eddie’s hand practically turns into a machine. You don’t think you’ve ever been able to get yourself so close to cumming in less than a minute. The hand at the base of your neck creeps just a little bit higher. When you gasp at the pressure his fingers apply, you have to grab at Eddie’s wrist to keep his hand there.

“You’re perfect,” Eddie sighs, and you can feel more than see him toss his head back. “Fuck, wish I could see your face right now.”

“Next time,” you reply quickly. “Please, fuck, I’m so close, please please please,” you whine, reaching your other hand down to rub at your clit.

“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” Eddie groans, and bites down on your neck, just above where his hand collars it nicely.

The sting is what sends you careening over the edge, cumming with a drawn-out moan. Your hips jerk erratically in spite of yourself, chasing Eddie’s fingers as he fucks you through your orgasm. When your arms go limp, you distantly register the sound of his belt coming undone and the distinct sound of him spitting. There’s a slick sound and it doesn’t take long for you to realize that.

That Eddie Munson is jerking off over your naked body.

“Fucking christ,” you whisper, out of breath, and force yourself to sit up.

“Fuck,” Eddie moans, and you blindly reach out for him. He grabs one of your hands on his chest, laces his fingers tightly through yours. Your other hand, however, makes it down to his, wrapped around and pump his cock.

You shimmy back just enough to be able to lean down to lick the tip.

“Jesus f—I’m gonna,” Eddie chokes out. He doesn’t finish his sentence when you bat his hand away and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and suck.

You swallow more of him down as he cums, swallowing around him once or twice before he brushes a hand up your forehead and lightly pushes you back and away. You kiss his navel, instead, then his sternum, until he pulls you up with two hands cupping your face, and makes you kiss him, instead.

You didn’t think you’d be turned on by a guy kissing you after you’ve just swallowed his load, but there are apparently a lot of things you’ve yet to discover about yourself.

Carefully, mouths still touching but not quite kissing, Eddie maneuvers you both so that he can lie down on his back, and you can lay your head on his chest.

You throw a leg over his for good measure.

“I’m not moving anymore,” you groan, burrowing your face into his chest.

“Can’t blame ya,” Eddie says, breathless, and you can’t help but laugh.

There’s a moment of silence, and then both of you start laughing. The bouncing of his chest makes it hard to stop laughing. Your gut hurts, your cheeks hurt, and you are entirely too sweaty. You could not care less.

“So,” Eddie starts, once you’ve both been able to calm down and breathe like normal people again. “You mentioned a next time?”

You hum and close your eyes against the darkness in the back of the van.

“Mm, it did not escape my notice that the handcuffs were something you managed to rescue from the trailer,” you mumble, throwing an arm over Eddie’s chest and squeezing.

“...I don’t think I hate the idea of you in chains, actually.”

September 2nd, 19867:58AM

You’re woken up entirely too early by your phone ringing. You don’t need to look at the time to know it’s too early; if you can’t hear cars driving around yet, it’s too fucking early.

“Mmn, gmorning, what,” you slur, wedging the phone between your chin and shoulder and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Morning to you too, sunshine,” Eddie greets you brightly, and the warmth that bubbles up in your chest at the sound of his voice feels almost euphoric.

“You’re a weapon,” you say fondly, moving from where you’ve finally wall-mounted the phone to the wall by the fridge and making your way to the kitchen counter, which you promptly hop up on. “Wait,” you whisper, leaning forward to look at the calendar you’ve stuck to the fridge. “It’s September 2nd.”

“Mhm, congratulations, you can correctly identify the date.”

You ignore the snark.

You have entirely forgotten to ask Eddie whether or not he’d been made to repeat his senior year—again—despite everything that had happened over spring break. It felt awkward to ask now, though.

“You, uh,” you stutter instead, trying to find the least offensive way to go about finding out. “You’re calling, uh, early. Special occasion?”

“Of course,” Eddie says haughtily, and you can almost imagine the expression on his face. The kind that says ‘I know something you don’t and I know you’re too much of a coward to ask about it’.

“Come on just say it man,” you plead, letting your head fall back and reaching up to keep the receiver in place.

“My lady, I’m sure I don’t know what you speak of.”

“Fucking dick,” you say under your breath. Take a deep breath, bring your head back up and square your shoulder. “Edward Munson, did they or did they not let you graduate?”

Eddie lets out a bark of laughter so loud you have to pull the receiver away from your ear for a second. His tone and demeanor make you want to believe that he’s finally been cut some slack, but...

You manage to get a single sound out before there’s a knock at your door. You hold the phone away from yourself again, narrow your eyes at it like it’s Eddie in your hands instead of the receiver, and put it back to your ear. You cut off whatever he was saying when you speak again.

“You wouldn’t happen to know why there’s someone knocking on my door at,” you pause, turning to look at the time on the stove. “One past eight in the fucking morning?”

“Dunno, sounds important if it’s this early though,” Eddie replies, a bit too easily, and you sigh.

“Whatever, I’m putting the phone down. Don’t hang up.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You huff and put the phone down on the counter, making sure it won’t fall off. By the time you make it to your front door, whoever’s there has decided that knocking nonstop is clearly the best way to get your attention.

You honestly should have expected Dustin Henderson at your doorstep at eight in the morning on back to school day. He’s suspiciously got an arm behind his back. You sigh, again, and unlock the deadbolt and undo the latch before opening the door.

“Alright,” you say, one hand on your hip and the other hand held out. “Fork it over.”

“I have no idea—” Dustin starts to say, but the deadpan stare you level at him makes him clear his throat instead. “Right! Here you go.”

“Thank you kindly, now hold up,” you say, holding a finger up and quickly walking over to your fridge to pull a bottle of water out. When you’re halfway back to the door, you call out, “Heads up!” and toss the bottle over.

Dustin barely manages to catch the thing, but doesn’t do so without a comical amount of fumbling.

“Awesome, now that you’ve done your Dungeon Master’s bidding, go the fuck to school, nerd,” you chastise, flicking the bill of Dustin’s cap.

“Man, you’re mean, you know that?”

“Sure, that’s why I’m making sure you’re staying hydrated on that damn bike,” you retort, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe. “Go on now, shoo. Go get an education.”

You wait until you can’t see Dustin down the road anymore before closing and locking the door, and wandering back over to the phone.

“Alright,” you say, wedging the receiver under your chin again and tearing open the envelope you’d been handed. “This better be worth it. I was up until 3am and I’m fucking beat.”

Eddie stays quiet, but you can practically feel the frantic energy of him through the phone. You pull the paper—papers, it’s a whole damn stack of them—and then promptly drop them all on the kitchen floor when you catch the title on the first page.

“Edward,” you start, tone harsh.

“Hey, woah, okay,” Eddie  rushes to start. “Okay, I graduated, right? Like, everyone was let through because of all the bullshit. That’s not really important right now though?”

“Ed,” you start again, lower and calmer. “That thing said ‘Thrasher Records’. I don’t fucking know who they are but there’s fucking record in the name, babe.”

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. You can hear the face-splitting smile. “Yeah, it does, doesn’t it.”

“What the fuck,” you whisper, and you know he can hear the smile splitting your face, too.

You don’t change out of your sleep shorts and Judas Priest shirt. You’re at the Munsons’ in just under five minutes—which, yes, is probably a little bit criminally fast, but it’s not like Hopper’s gonna care—only to find out that Edward fucking Munson hadn’t even told his own damn father.

You give your boyfriend just enough shit for him to want to make up for it.

𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

@bramblequill @storiesbyrhi @averagestudent03 @alovesongtheywrote @doratheignora @fnlyroe

[skittybot]

genuinely unsure how labor are expecting to get reelected next year after 3 years of refusing/being unable to combat runaway inflation, refusing to do anything abt a housing crisis that the greens had been needling them abt for years, putting all their funding into major cities and either withdrawing or stagnating funding for rural areas, making e-cigarettes a highly controlled substance like marijuana is controlled in countries like Canada and now demonizing those with disabilities who use their payments to hire sex workers (can't imagine why disabled people would struggle to find romantic and/or sexual connection in a country like this)

this is obvs not to say I'm voting coalition next election - least of all bc Dutton is continuing the long held practice of conservative politicians of being a glorified puppet for mining lobbyists - but holy shit this has got to be the most disappointing term Labor has had as a ruling party. the utter refusal to do anything to help its constituents, to refuse to meet the gaze of the current socioeconomic situation. absolutely Malcolm Turnbull-style leadership and I shudder at the thought of us following history and electing a coalition leader who is closer in political ties to QAnon

[time4hemp]

What Is Hemp?

It’s A Trillion Dollar Cash Crop.

Hemp is a name given to a strain of the cannabis plant.

Hemp is a name given to cultivars of the cannabis plant (Cannabis sativa) that have been selected over many generations for fiber and seed production. Most hemp cultivars contain less than 1.5% THC, a narcotic compound that has the potential for abuse in high concentrations. Cannabis sativa cultivars selected and developed for their drug properties, referred to as marijuana, or dagga, can have a THC content of 3%-25%.  Hemp is a bast fiber, producing its fibers in the stalk similar to flax, kenaf, and sun hemp.

Multiple Uses

Hemp fiber and seed are used to produce a wide range of commodities including food and beverage products, fiberboard, insulation, paper, composites, textiles, carpets, animal bedding and feed, cosmetics, body-care products, soaps, paints, fuels, and medicines.

Hemp Seed Food and Beverage Products

Hemp seed contains about 25% protein, 30% carbohydrates, & 15% insoluble fiber. Hemp seed is reported to contain more easily digestible protein than soybeans. Hemp seed contains all 8 amino acids essential to human nutrition. Hemp seed is high in calcium, magnesium, phosphorus, potassium, carotene, sulfur, iron and zinc, as well as Vitamins A, E, C, B1, B2, B3, and B6.

Hemp seed imported into the United States or Canada must be steam sterilized at between 180 degrees F and 212 degrees F for 15 minutes to prevent sprouting. Many US facilities receive imported viable seed under customs bond, steam it, and release it to the consignee or customer with a Certificate of Sterilization.

Hemp food and beverage products include hemp oil and seed, flour, pasta, cheese, tofu, salad dressings, snacks, sweets, hemp protein powders, soft drinks, beer, and wine. Hemp beer can be made from the seed, flowers, sprouts, and seed cake that is a by-product of oil pressing. Hemp beer is produced and sold in Europe and the United States of America.

Hemp Oil

Hemp seed is 25% to 35% oil, and is one of the oils lowest in saturated fats (8%). Hemp seed oil is the richest source of polyunsaturated essential fatty acids (80%). Hemp seed oil is the only common edible seed oil containing Omega-6 Gamma-Linolenic Acid. Hemp seed oil is very fragile and not suitable for cooking.

Pressed hemp seed oil must be bottled immediately under oxygen-free conditions, and must be refrigerated in dark, airtight containers.

Fiberboard

Hemp fiberboard tested by Washington State University Wood Materials and Engineering Laboratory proved to be two and one half times stronger than wood MDF composites, and the hemp composite boards were three times more elastic.

Hemp herds can be used in existing mills without major changes in equipment. Russia, Poland and other Eastern European countries already manufacture composite boards from hemp and other plant materials.

Pulp and Paper

The major use of hemp fiber in Europe is in the production of specialty papers such as cigarette paper, archival paper, tea bags, and currency paper. The average bast fiber pulp and paper mill produces 5,000 tons of paper per year. Most mills process long bast fiber strands, which arrive as bales of cleaned ribbon from per-processing plants located near the cultivation areas.

Composites

Until the 1930’s, hemp-based cellophane, celluloid and other products were common, and Henry Ford used hemp to make car doors and fenders. Today hemp herds can be used to make new plastic and injection-molded products or blended into recycled plastic products. Hemp fibers are introduced into plastics to make them stiffer, stronger and more impact resistant. Hemp plastics can be designed that are hard, dense, and heat resistant, and which can be drilled, ground, milled, and planed.

Hemp plastic products currently made include chairs, boxes, percussion instruments, lampshades, bowls, cups, spectacles, jewelry, skateboards, and snowboards.

Hemp Animal Care

Hemp horse bedding and cat litter are produced and sold in Europe. After oil is extracted from the hemp seed, the remaining seed cake is about 25% protein and makes an excellent feed for chicken, cattle, and fish. Chickens fed hemp seed on a regular basis have been found to produce more eggs, without the added hormones used in most poultry plants.

Fuels

Hemp seed oil can be combined with 15% methanol to create a substitute for diesel fuel which burns 70% cleaner than petroleum diesel. Hemp stalks are rich in fiber and cellulose, making them conducive for conversion into ethanol and methanol fuels that have a higher octane than gasoline and produce less carbon monoxide. These biomass fuels are also free from sulfur, and do not require the addition of lead and benzene used to boost octane and improve engine performance in fossil fuels. Ethanol holds condensation, eliminating oxidation and corrosion, and is reported to reduce carbon dioxide emissions by more than 30%.

Hemp has been studied in Ireland as a biomass fuel to generate electricity. Hemp has been reported to yield 1000 gallons of methanol per acre year. Hemp stalk can be converted to a charcoal-like fuel through a thermochemical process called pyrolysis. Henry Ford operated a biomass pyrolitic plant at Iron Mountain, Michigan in the mid-20th.

Paints and Varnishes and Binders

Until the 1930's, most paints were made from hemp seed oil and flax seed oil. Hemp oil makes a durable, long lasting paint that renders wood water-resistant. Hemp herds have the potential to make glues for composite construction products that are non-toxic and superior to binders currently used. With this technology, industry can produce composite products where all components are derived from hemp.

Markets for Hemp Pulp

Some paper manufacturers already have the equipment to process decorticated hemp fiber into paper. The leading European supplier of non-wood pulp, Celesa, currently produces about 10,000 tons per year of pulp from hemp. The use of hemp pulp in blends with recycled fiber of other non-wood fibers is growing. Tests by several European pulp and paper producers suggest that hemp pulp may replace cotton cost effectively in several specialty paper applications.

Potential Markets for Medical Application of Low-THC Hemp Cultivars

Many cannabis medicines have been produced using cannabis cultivars high in THC, and there has been medical research into cannabis that is low in THC and high in CBD.  CBD is a cannabinoid that does not have many of the psychoactive effects associated with THC.  CBD has been used to treat the following medical conditions: epilepsy, dystonic movement disorders, inflammatory disorders, pain, chronic insomnia, chorea, cerebral palsy, and Tourette's syndrome. According to a July 1998 report by the National Institute of Health, CBD may hold promise for preventing brain damage in strokes, Alzheimer’s disease, Parkinson’s disease and even heart attacks and has been found to prevent brain cell death in an experimental stroke model.

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[shymeg]

It's not only the lili fans calling him a narcissist or were turned off by his interview. It's the media too. So the assumption it's only Lili Reinhart doesn't make sense. I saw tweets from other celebrities and journalists talking about his behavior too. Jezebel had an article.

I also saw a lot of complaints about him choosing to talk about his ex also his current co-star, when they aren't even finished filming Riverdale. They saw that as weird and insensitive, too.

I'm done answering these now. They are getting old. If you want to talk and you aren't blocked message me. I'm sorry I indulged this nonsense so I put it under the cut.

Alright, Anon. Maybe I'm missing the media take. I don't use Twitter. So, I was using google and Yahoo. I found an Article from the rolling stones. I enjoyed that one. Saw one from Cosmo about people making fun of his smoking, but overall they liked his interview. I read a few more and watched a few more on YouTube, one of them being E and another being buzz feed, and they just said what he had said. Not anything about what he was saying was wrong or even off-putting.

I looked up a few more I saw more articles talking about the cigarettes or him saying Dylan was a bully vs. Lili. Now, I could be looking in the wrong places. Maybe I need to look up Cole/Lili or something. I don't have time for that.

I never said it was just the Lili fans. I like Lili, and she sometimes to me can come off as egotistical, selfish, and aggressive. However, I also know she's a homebody, and she doesn't like to be all that social, has anxiety, etc., so she can come off that way it doesn't mean she is. So, I won't write her off because I don't know her, and I do like her work.

People had hated Cole before she was in the picture, and they aren't going to stop, regardless. Yet, he still has a right to interview and say what he wants. The interview was edited; who knows what she had taken out, maybe should have left in. That's not on Cole. He's not the one asking them, and he did clarify some things.

If you want, you can look up that word and the way people do interviews; they should brag, boast themselves up, they will talk about themselves, and come off as self-centered. So maybe Charlie, by saying what she said, needed the attention, wanted to deflect, and create more drama, so isn't she one?

People complain about everything. My opinion is Cole told Lili he probably even asked her; he made it light, and he said being on the same show made it hard to find their footing in a way. I don't think he's wrong; that would be hard. I think Lili herself would agree. For all we know, Riverdale promoters asked him to go on the show. He might not have wanted to. You don't see him doing interviews. However, he did win something for Borrasca; he just finished a campaign for Canada goose or whatever it was. He ribbed Dylan some, he talked about his mom, and clearly, he has some trauma and some MH issues himself, so if you want to hate on him for it, fine, but honestly, he's human the relationship ended. I honestly would not have cared who ended it and why. That is their business.

If they are friends now and they work together, fine now. Do you think he would have told her? You think he put a lot of blame on himself as well. It is probably awkward anyway on that set.

I also never said it was just Lili. I also said I wasn't sure in what way Charlie used it. So, I was going off of what I thought she might have meant.

Anyway, I have no clue from what you wanted exactly. I like them both, and that's the way it is. They both have flaws. I have flaws, and you have flaws.

[survey--s]

421.

~HABiTS~

Do you tend to speed when you drive? Not on purpose, but it definitely happens. We have a lot of roads round here that go from 40 to 30 then back again in a short space of time and it’s easy to lose track lol.

Do you smoke cigarettes? Not anymore, but I did smoke occasionally as a student.

Does your temper flare a lot? I wouldn’t say so, but I am easily irritated.

Do you get emotional easily? Yes. Not outwardly, though.

Do you get obnoxious when you’re drunk? No, I don’t think so.

Which shoe goes on first? Whichever is closest I think.

Are you lazy? No. I enjoy lazy days and downtime but not at the expense of getting stuff done. I still walk the dog, do housework and keep the house clean etc.

Name one thing you do that people always tell you about. Talk to animals like they’re people.

Are you superstitious? No.

Do you get bored with relationships quickly? No.

Can you sleep without blankets covering you? I CAN, but I’d never choose to. I love being covered and feeling cosy under blankets.

What position do you sleep in? Normally curled up on my side, but sometimes I sleep on my back.

What do you do when you’re angry? Rant, or shut down, depending on the situation.

What do you do when you’re sad? Cry, wallow, watch sad films or listen to sad music.

Who do you call when you have a bad day? My mum.

-Y0UR ABC’S-

A - is for the last person that made you ANGRY. I can’t remember the last time I was properly angry, to be honest.

B - is for BEER you prefer. I’m not really a fan of beer.

C - is for do you have a CAT? Yeah, we have three cats named Layla, Toby and Purrlock.

D - is for can you DANCE? Not very well, no.

E - is for do you have your EARS pierced? Yeah, I have eight ear piercings at the moment - used to have more.

F - is for your best FRIEND. Michael.

G - is for did you ever watch GUTS on Nickelodeon? No, we never had Nickelodeon as a channel - just whatever shows were bought by ITV.

H - is for the last person who HUGGED you? Michael.

I - is for close your eyes.. what IMAGE do you see? Blackness and like, a zooming galaxy effect.

J - is for have you ever been to JAIL? Nope.

K - is for when is the last time you flew a KITE? About five years ago.

L - is for the LOVE of your life. Michael.

M - is for the last piece of MAIL you got. A parcel that contained Toby’s medication.

N - is for do you remember NERF guns? I remember them but I was never allowed one and never played with them.

O - is for do you OWN a car? I do indeed.

P - is for your favorite PASTTIME. Horse riding.

Q - is for do you like peace & QUIET? Definitely. I need at least a couple of hours to myself everyday just to maintain my sanity.

R - is for do you like the color RED? I love burgundy/deep reds.

S - is for how many hours of SLEEP you need to function? I can cope on none, but my ideal amount is 8-9 hours a night.

T - is for what TIME is it? 7.46pm.

U - is for what is UNDER your bed? Loads of Mike’s stuff. He uses under the bed as some kind of storage area.

V - is for what you did last VALENTINE’S day. I think we got a takeaway? We both worked though.

W - is for do you drink a lot of WATER? No. I pretty much never drink plain water.

X - is for have you ever had an X-RAY? Yeah, I had teeth x-rays three days ago, actually.

Y - is for the last person you YELLED at. Michael, but just to get his attention.

Z - is for have you ever watched ZORRO? Nope.

-RAND0M-

Who do you wish you could hang out with right now? I’m happy enough on my own for now.

Name one thing you absolutely can not stand. Bratty children whose parents can’t be bothered to keep them under control.

Where do you spend most of your time? Home or out walking dogs.

If you could fly, where would you go first? Somewhere hot and sunny - maybe The Seychelles.

What was the best vacation you’ve ever been on? All our skiing trips to Canada or the holidays we took to Italy.

Have you ever hit a squirrel when you were driving? Hmm, probably. They just run out into the road and it’s safer to keep going than it is to stop or try and swerve them.

Did your car ever break down? No, I’ve had a couple of flat tyres but otherwise I’ve been pretty lucky.

What’s your favorite thing to do on the weekend? Horse ride, sleep, watch TV, relax.

What radio station do you listen to most often? Radio One.

Pick one: Papa John’s, Dominoes, or Pizza Hut. Papa John’s, but we don’t have one nearby unfortunately. Then Pizza Hut goes second, and Dominos is last.

What is the longest amount of time you’ve been awake? 50+ hours.

What would you do if you found out the world was ending in one week? I mean, there’s not really much I could except carry on as normal, lol.

Do scary movies make you paranoid when you watch them alone? They don’t scare me, I just don’t enjoy them.

Name one thing you’ve lied about recently. I can’t remember.

What is the worst movie you’ve ever seen? Big Momma’s House 2.

Who was the first person to ever give you flowers? A boy named William when we were about six.

[vapes-and-their-types]

Introduction to Vapes

Vaping has gained widespread popularity in recent years as an alternative to traditional smoking. A vape, short for vaporizer, is a device that heats a liquid (often called e-liquid or vape juice) to produce vapor, which users then inhale. Unlike traditional cigarettes, vapes do not burn tobacco; instead, they typically use e-liquid containing nicotine, flavoring, and other additives. While vaping is often marketed as a less harmful alternative to smoking, its long-term effects are still being studied.

Types of Vapes

There are various types of vapes, each designed to cater to different user preferences. Here are the main types:

Cig-a-likesThese resemble traditional cigarettes in size and shape, making them popular among people transitioning from smoking. They are simple to use, often disposable, and come with pre-filled cartridges. However, they typically have lower battery life and vapor production.

Vape PensVape pens are a step up from cig-a-likes, offering more customization options and better battery life. They are cylindrical, easy to carry, and often allow the user to refill the tank with e-liquid. Vape pens are popular due to their convenience and the ability to use different flavors and nicotine strengths.

Pod SystemsPod systems are compact, user-friendly devices that use pre-filled or refillable pods instead of tanks. These vapes are ideal for those looking for simplicity without compromising on performance. They come in two types: open pods (refillable) and closed pods (pre-filled). Pod systems are known for delivering a smooth vaping experience and are popular with both beginners and experienced users.

Box ModsBox mods are larger, more advanced vapes that allow for extensive customization. They typically feature powerful batteries, adjustable settings (such as wattage and temperature control), and large tanks for more vapor production. Box mods are favored by experienced vapers who want more control over their vaping experience and a higher degree of vapor production.

Mechanical ModsMechanical mods are unregulated devices with no circuitry or safety features. They are primarily used by advanced vapers who want direct control over their vape’s performance. Due to the lack of safety mechanisms, they require knowledge and caution to use safely.

Vaping offers a wide range of devices to suit various user needs, from beginners to experienced vapers. Whether someone is looking for a simple, easy-to-use device like a cig-a-like or pod system, or prefers the advanced customization of box or mechanical mods, there’s a vape option for everyone. However, it's important to be mindful of the potential health impacts and stay informed about ongoing research into the long-term effects of vaping.

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🟥 AVIS AUX CHRÉTIENS DU MONDE ENTIER !*

"Que vous le vouliez ou non, vous êtes concernés !"

Voici les résultats de l'évolution du Nouvel Ordre Mondial Satanique.

A lire absolument !"

1-Les États-Unis ont confirmé que tous les pays du monde, afin d'établir de bonnes relations avec les grandes puissances, doivent accepter le mariage homosexuel (femme/femme ou homme/homme). Il existe actuellement 34 pays où le mariage homosexuel est légal : Andorre, Argentine, Australie, Autriche, Belgique, Brésil, Canada, Chili, Colombie, Costa Rica, Cuba, Danemark, Équateur, Finlande, France, Allemagne, Islande, Irlande, Luxembourg, Malte, Mexique, Pays-Bas, Nouvelle-Zélande, Norvège, Portugal, Slovénie, Afrique du Sud, Espagne, Suède, Suisse, Taïwan, Royaume-Uni, États-Unis d'Amérique et Uruguay. 😭

2- L'Allemagne vient de signer la loi qui déclare qu'il n'y a plus d'inceste, c'est-à-dire : frère et sœur peuvent se marier, maman et fils, papa et fille, etc. 😭

3-La ville de Miami est désormais proclamée ville d'achat de sexe en public. Cela signifie : sur le chemin, à l'église, à la mosquée, au marché, au terrain de football, si vous avez besoin de sexe, vous pouvez en profiter à tout moment sans aucun problème.

4- Le Canada a autorisé la bestialité (sexe avec des animaux) 😭

5- En Espagne : les films pornographiques sont autorisés dans les lycées et les universités.

6- L'autorisation de la prostitution de mineurs est donnée. Marg Luker affirme que toute jeune fille de 10 ans qui ressent du plaisir sexuel, personne ne devrait la défendre de découvrir comment fonctionne son corps.

7- Enfin les USA ont permis l'ouverture publique des églises sataniques.

Chers Frères et Sœurs, la fin est proche, le départ en Gloire approche.

Les gens sont distraits et le diable veut entraîner avec lui le maximum d'âmes afin de les soustraire à la MISÉRICORDE DIVINE. Soyons prudents. 😭

Si vous avez une minute... partagez ce message.

Pourquoi dormons-nous dans les églises et veillons-nous dans les bars ?

Pourquoi est-il si difficile de parler de JÉSUS mais si facile de bavarder ?

Pourquoi est-il si facile d'ignorer les messages de DIEU et de renvoyer des messages sales ?

Allez-vous envoyer ce message à vos amis ou allez-vous l'ignorer ?

Si vous aimez DIEU, envoyez ce message à vos vrais ami le plus tôt possible 🙏🏾.

Que DIEU vous bénisse. Amen !!!

*L'IMMORALITÉ SEXUELLE RAVAGE LE MONDE ACTUELLEMENT.*

*DIEU a dit : Il viendra un temps où l'Humanité aimera cinq choses et en oubliera cinq.*

1. Ils aimeront la jouissance de ce monde et oublieront le jour du Jugement.

2. Ils aimeront l'argent et oublieront le jour de la responsabilité de la façon dont ils ont acquis et dépensé l'argent.

3. Ils auront peur des choses créées et oublieront le CRÉATEUR.

4. Ils aimeront les belles demeures et oublieront leurs tombes.

5. Ils aimeront les péchés et oublieront de chercher le Pardon de DIEU.

"Pensez-y !......"

1. Vie éternelle = gratuite

2. Entrée de l'église = gratuite

3. Le salut du Christ = gratuit

4. L'amour de Dieu = gratuit

5. Souffle de vie = gratuit

A. Cigarette = payante

B. Prostitution = payante

C. Alcool = payant

D. Droit d'entrée à la discothèque = payant

E. Pouvoir gouverner le monde = payant

Alors pourquoi les gens paient-ils pour l'enfer alors que PARADIS est gratuit ?

"Réfléchissez à deux fois !"

Croyez en Christ et vous serez sauvé..

On pense toujours à la Saint Valentin

Anniversaire

Fête des pères

Fête des mères

La journée des enfants

La journée des fermiers

Le jour du professeur

Le jour de Noël

Jour de l'indépendance

Le lendemain de Noël,

Ce jour,

Ce jour là,

Jour après jour.

Avez-vous déjà pensé au JOUR DE LA MORT et au JOUR DU JUGEMENT ?

Est-ce que ça va être un jour de fête ou de condamnation pour vous ?

Si vous êtes en sécurité, qu'en est-il de vos amis et de vos proches. Montrez-leur votre amour en leur parlant du "JOUR DE LA MORT et du JOUR DU Jugement".

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Affordable Cigarette Brands in Canada: A Guide for Budget-Conscious Smokers

Cigarette prices in Canada are among the highest in the world, driven largely by government-imposed taxes aimed at curbing tobacco use. While the health and financial benefits of quitting smoking are undeniable, many smokers who are not ready to quit often seek out affordable cigarette brands Canada  to manage costs. Here’s a look at some of the most budget-friendly cigarette options available in Canada and factors to consider when choosing them.

1. Why Are Cigarettes So Expensive in Canada?

Cigarette prices in Canada are primarily driven by high excise taxes imposed by both federal and provincial governments. These taxes are part of the government's strategy to reduce smoking rates, deter new smokers, and encourage existing smokers to quit. The cost of a pack of cigarettes can range between $15 and $20 or more in some provinces like British Columbia or Newfoundland.

However, within the market, there are still a few more affordable brands that offer smokers a way to reduce the financial burden of their habit.

2. Top Affordable Cigarette Brands in Canada

While Canada has several premium cigarette brands, some companies offer cheaper alternatives for budget-conscious smokers. These brands may not be as heavily advertised or widely known as premium brands, but they provide an economical option without compromising too much on quality.

Here are some of the popular affordable cigarette brands available in Canada:

a) Pall Mall

Price: Pall Mall is known for being one of the more budget-friendly brands on the market. It typically costs less than premium brands like Marlboro or Benson & Hedges.

Overview: Produced by British American Tobacco, Pall Mall has been around for over a century. It offers both regular and menthol cigarettes and is known for its consistent quality and reasonable pricing.

b) Canadian Classics

Price: Canadian Classics is often considered a mid-range option, but it can still be significantly more affordable compared to other top-tier brands.

Overview: This brand has a long-standing presence in the Canadian market, known for its no-nonsense packaging and reliable quality. It is produced domestically, which helps keep the price lower than some imported brands.

c) Peter Jackson

Price: Peter Jackson cigarettes are priced competitively and are often regarded as a cheaper option for smokers.

Overview: Known for its affordability, Peter Jackson is a Canadian brand that provides decent quality at a lower price point. It’s a solid choice for smokers who want something cost-effective but still want to support a local brand.

d) John Player Standard (JPS)

Price: JPS is among the cheaper cigarette brands in the Canadian market, offering good value for smokers.

Overview: John Player Standard, or JPS, offers both traditional and menthol cigarettes. The brand is known for its budget-conscious offerings without a significant drop in quality, making it popular among those looking to save money.

e) Next

Price: Next cigarettes are consistently regarded as one of the most affordable cigarette brands in Canada.

Overview: Next is another brand owned by Philip Morris International, known for its lower price point. It offers both regular and king-sized options, catering to smokers who prioritize budget over premium branding.

f) Quebec Classique

Price: As a regional option, Quebec Classique tends to be cheaper, especially in Quebec, where it’s predominantly sold.

Overview: This brand offers lower-priced cigarettes with decent quality. It is well-known within Quebec but may not be as widely available in other provinces.

3. Factors That Affect Cigarette Prices

When looking for affordable cigarette brands in Canada, it's important to consider the following factors that influence prices:

Provincial Tax Rates: Taxes on cigarettes vary widely from province to province. For example, provinces like Ontario and Quebec tend to have lower taxes compared to provinces like British Columbia or Alberta. This means the same cigarette brand could cost significantly more in one province than in another.

Pack Size: Cigarettes are typically sold in packs of 20 or 25. Larger packs may offer better value per cigarette but can also encourage higher consumption, which can lead to higher overall spending.

Discount Brands: Discount cigarette brands are often produced by the same companies that make premium brands. These products are priced lower due to less elaborate packaging and less marketing. However, the quality and taste might not differ significantly.

Duty-Free Options: Purchasing cigarettes in duty-free shops at airports or when crossing international borders can offer significant savings, though quantities are restricted, and it’s not a long-term solution.

4. The Impact of Illicit Cigarettes

It's important to note that some smokers in Canada turn to the black market or contraband cigarettes, which are often sold at much lower prices than legally taxed cigarettes. While these products may seem like an affordable option, there are significant risks:

Health Risks: Contraband cigarettes are often unregulated, meaning they could contain harmful or even dangerous chemicals.

Legal Risks: Purchasing contraband cigarettes is illegal, and individuals caught with them could face hefty fines or criminal charges.

Support of Criminal Activity: The sale of illicit cigarettes is often linked to organized crime, and supporting this market can have broader societal consequences.

5. Smoking Alternatives and Saving Money

For smokers looking to save money, considering alternatives to cigarettes can be a cost-effective and potentially healthier option. Here are a few alternatives:

Roll-Your-Own (RYO) Tobacco: Purchasing loose tobacco and rolling your own cigarettes can be cheaper than buying pre-packaged cigarettes. However, it is still subject to taxes.

Vaping: Many smokers have switched to vaping, which can offer a cheaper alternative in the long run. However, it is important to be aware of the health risks associated with vaping.

Nicotine Replacement Therapies (NRTs): Products like nicotine patches, gum, and lozenges may help reduce the overall cost of nicotine consumption while also offering a pathway to quitting smoking.

6. Conclusion

For Canadian smokers who are not ready to quit, finding affordable cigarette brands can help alleviate some of the financial burdens of their habit. Brands like Pall Mall, Canadian Classics, Peter Jackson, and Next offer lower-cost alternatives without sacrificing too much in quality. However, it’s crucial to remain cautious about turning to contraband cigarettes, which carry significant health and legal risks.

As cigarette prices continue to rise due to ongoing taxation and regulation efforts, smokers may also want to explore alternative ways to save money, whether through rolling their own tobacco, switching to vaping, or considering cutting back or quitting altogether. Regardless of the brand, the most affordable option for smokers will always be quitting, but for those who continue, choosing a budget-friendly brand can help manage the costs.

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[ahiddenprophet]

The Canadian Handbook: Thoughts on Building a Canadian Culture

I think Canada is lacking unison and pride in the community. I would like to help create a Canada where the cultural norm is to be exceptional.

If you are lucky enough to be in Canada in 2024, you have higher life security and greater ability to change the world than almost everybody who has ever lived.

We need to take care of ourselves, our families, our communities, and the world around us. As we focus on improving Canada and increasing life satisfaction, safety, security, and overall happiness and wellness, hopefully we will inspire the rest of the world and come up with great systems that others can adapt and improve upon in their own ways.

And thus begins part 1: Fixing a life

We need to establish a cultural norm around food similarly to what Japan has. Japan has some of the lowest obesity rates in the world, and this means they also have some of the lowest disease rates and some of the longest, most functional lives. Their cultural norm around food is to eat mindfully, eat mainly vegetables and protein and rice for most meals. They eat smaller meals too, and don't eat dessert. In Canada, up until this point you have likely been eating the Standard American Diet: a lot of processed saturated foods, probably too much sugar, you probably eat dessert. You probably aren't in great health even if you're not overweight. If you're overweight and not a bodybuilder then I guarantee you you're not in great health, as I am in your boat as I write this. But I am slowly getting better and have realized that teaching our kids, the next generation better eating habits will make it so much easier for the next generations of Canadians. In the USA, kids asked what their favourite foods are answered with "pizza", "cake", "cookies" and stuff like that. In Japan, kids answered "broccoli" and "rice". Their kids are taught to enjoy healthy foods and to have healthy eating habits, and in fact its such a cultural norm there that if you move there you will most likely be in better health pretty quickly. The opposite is true, if you live in Japan and move to the USA, you'll most likely be in worse health pretty soon if you aren't careful.

Many people do not fully recognize that the things they choose to consume (and more importantly, what they choose not to consume) are what will determine your happiness, capability, strength, options, and level of activity in your life. You will die sooner if you eat unhealthily, smoke weed or cigarettes, or consume other harmful substances. Obviously some are worse than others, and anything even remotely in the world of addiction should be worth seeking help for. Most communities have some help available, try your best to be strong and clean. I guarantee you that when you die you will be more happy with the life you lived if you stay strong and refuse to poison your body, mind, and spirit.

Food and drink is something everybody has to consume, so let's go through the basics, because it isn't ingrained into our actions as much as it should be.

Because it's the simplest part: Drinks: The only drink you really need is water. Sometimes it feels like you need more, you do not and feeling like you "need to wash down something with a soda" is probably a sign you're eating too much. Throw it in the fridge to save it for later, two meals for the price of one.

Sometimes you'll probably want an additional drink, let's look at some that are acceptable:

coffee: it's not the best for your heart, but overall it's not terrible for you and even has some temporary benefits to alertness and brain function. Take it with less or no sugar, processed sugar is poison. Milk is great for you though, so feel free to add it. However, it contains caffeine, the stimulant that gives coffee its effects. So the temporary alertness and increased brain function come at the cost of your brain function when you're not caffeinated to a perfect amount. Your body will ALWAYS be in a better equilibrium if you're not suddenly spiking it with drugs throughout the day. Exceptions can be made at a doctors recommendation, but generally drugs are a last resort. Lifestyle and diet changes will affect a great deal that people wouldn't expect.

milk, almond milk, oat milk: great for you! Tons of protein, a genuinely satiating drink. You can honestly go the rest of your life with the only drinks you consume being water for most meals and throughout the day and milk or tea a couple times a day. In fact, by having these be the only drinks you consume, you will be a great deal healthier than most people. I promise. Milks are great sources of many essential vitamins, macro-nutrients (protein and fat), and is honestly just tasty. 10/10. If you're lactose intolerant, and it's not literally going to kill you or make you significantly sick, regular milk should be fine if you gradually get yourself used to higher and higher doses. If you go too long without processing lactose, your body loses the strength to do that. But like with all muscles and habits, if you mindfully practice regularly, it can only improve. If dairy is totally out of the question, oat milk and almond milk are also pretty great for you in many of the same ways. They are one of my big exceptions as a processed food that is still pretty great for you, though if I ever find out that one of these foods cause cancer or something my mind will probably change

tea: tasty, wide variety, no calories, hella antioxidants, great ritual of hearing up water, holding the cup. Pretty great.

whole fruit and veggie juices:

smoothies:in between juice and soup.

Now, let's look at some that are unacceptable:

soda: Right now I drink soda very frequently, but it is a habit that we should not be encouraging in our children. The habits we form as children often follow us far into adult life. It all comes down to habits

alcohol: poisons the body and mind worse than almost everything else. Most other drugs are even worse than this one.

Food: Food does not need to be as complicated as it seems to be. To be healthy, eat plenty of protein and fill up your plates with vegetables. Having a few servings of fruit and grains a day will round things out.

Processed sugar is very insidious and probably kills more of us than smoking, through cancer, obesity, heart disease, and other nasty ailments. Avoid as much as you can, though natural carbohydrates (in whole foods like fruits) are fine and much healthier.

Read the nutrition facts and the ingredients in your food: understand what you are putting into your body. Be wary of foods and drinks that are high in sugar, saturated fats, sodium, and other unnatural chemicals and preservatives.

Fitness: The modern person is far too sedentary, spending too much of their life wasting away in front of screens and mindlessly consuming media. It's good to consider when consuming anything: who profits from this?

We need to encourage a culture of fitness of the body and of the mind. We will be a nation of warrior genius philosopher athletes. A fulfilling and fun use of free time is to be exercising, playing sports, engaging our minds, and doing useful things with our smarts and capabilities. A nice bonus of this is that it will give people opportunities to socialize and be productive.

As a nation, we will need to work on are giving everybody the ability to live a happy, healthy, fulfilling life. We need to take care of people who are poor or homeless or addicted. We can build up the people we share our nation with and help everybody live up to their great potential.

We will need to experiment and find ways to reorganize society to meet the needs of the people, and develop replicable systems that can end hunger and poverty and homelessness worldwide.

As the world changes in the coming decades, Canada has to set itself apart as a technological and innovative powerhouse. It is in Canada's best interests to invest in its people. One way to do this would be to have outstanding free post-secondary education in fields that will change the world in the next few decades, such as health technology, artificial intelligence and nanotechnology. This will keep Canada powerful and wealthy in the challenging years to come, allowing us to take care of the people in Canada and eventually help the rest of the world be happy, healthy, and fulfilled as well.

We have some of the highest amounts of educated people in the world. We can have people working on addressing the world's problems, addressing the logistical issues of world hunger. Investigating and addressing the root causes of all wars so that we can prevent death and suffering in the future.

Canada's culture will be one of ambitious, kind, strong people who are smart enough to make their ambitions reality.

[vapehk1]

China's E-Cigarette Exports Surge in June 2024: $996 Million Shipped Globally Amid Growing Demand

In June 2024, China's e-cigarette exports reached a notable $996.64 million, marking a 5.88% increase compared to the previous year, according to recent data released by the General Administration of Customs of China. Despite this year-over-year growth, there was a slight decrease of 1.26% from the previous month, reflecting the dynamic nature of the global vaping market. Top 10 Destination Countries for China's E-Cigarette Exports Here's a detailed breakdown of the top 10 destination countries for China's e-cigarette exports in June 2024: Rank Country Export Amount (USD) 1 United States $318,355,607 2 United Kingdom $123,846,841 3 Russia $77,559,314 4 South Korea $70,332,732 5 Germany $56,675,532 6 Netherlands $42,471,951 7 Malaysia $29,566,332 8 Canada $23,592,495 9 UAE $22,480,361 10 Poland $20,170,526 Product Breakdown of E-Cigarette Exports The product categories contributing to these exports are primarily 'Non-combustion Nicotine Products' and 'E-cigarettes and Similar Personal Vaporizing Devices'. Below is a detailed table showing the export data: Product Category Quantity (Units) Quantity (kg) Export Value (USD) Non-combustion Nicotine Products 19,867,447 (kg) - $758,344,597 E-cigarettes and Similar Personal Vaporizing Devices 47,214,742 2,817,094 (kg) $238,297,602 Total $996,642,199 Analysis and Market Impact The U.S. remains the king of Chinese e-cigarette imports, with the UK and Russia not far behind. These countries' unquenchable thirst for Chinese vapes showcases their wide-ranging charm and how much the world leans on China for its vaping needs. For those wheeling and dealing in the vape world, this info is like finding a secret map to treasure. It's key for spotting where the next big market wave might hit, and just how to ride it. The stats also give us a peek into how the global vaping community is vibing with new gadgets and the ever-twisty turns of regulations. Wrapping it up, China’s booming e-cigarette export game is a clear sign that the global puff-puff-pass business is still going strong. Looks like the vape train is far from losing steam, which should have everyone from manufacturers to retailers grinning all the way to the bank. Read the full article