#rolled cones

[bzzbox]

What are the types of Pre Rolled Cones?

Pre-rolled cones have become a ubiquitous part of the modern cannabis experience, offering unmatched convenience and a range of customization options. But navigating the diverse array of cones available can feel overwhelming. This guide delves into the various materials, sizes, filters, flavors, and even unique options beyond the basics, helping you discover the perfect pre-rolled cone for your individual needs and preferences.

Material Choices:

The foundation of any pre rolled cone lies in its material. Rice paper, the most common choice, delivers a smooth, even burn with a neutral taste. Hemp paper, favored for its eco-friendly credentials, offers a natural, slightly textured experience. For a truly distinct smoke, explore palm leaf cones, renowned for their slow-burning nature and unique flavor profile.

Size and Shape Considerations:

Rolled cones come in an array of sizes, catering to different consumption styles and preferences. King-size cones reign supreme for sharing or extended sessions, while queen-size cones offer a slightly smaller alternative. Pre-rolls provide ultimate convenience for single-use occasions, while mini and micro cones cater to microdoses and those seeking a discreet and quick puff.

Filters and Flavorful Twists:

Many cones come equipped with filters, preventing unwanted flowers from entering your mouth. Paper and ceramic filters are commonly found, while some cones even boast activated charcoal filters for an even smoother smoke. For a playful experience, explore flavored cones infused with natural flavors like blueberry or mint, adding a delightful twist to your smoking ritual.

Beyond the Ordinary:

Looking for something truly unique? Several brands offer pre-rolled cones crafted from exotic materials like bamboo or corn husks. These cones often feature beautiful, hand-crafted designs, making them ideal for special occasions or gifting.

[beautifulpiquerisms]

I Have No Mouth and I Must Smoke Weed.

[thepringlesofblood]

ok so like. murderbot is famously anti-food right? but consider. we know secunits have a sense of smell. it mentions liking/not liking plenty of smells across the series (the 'dirty sock' human smell, ART's showers smelling good.)

where i'm going with this is that good food smells good. and i don't think mb has ever been around any good food. like think. academic surveys, mining installations, close-quarters space travel, these are not places or occasions known for their cuisine. its experience of food in an olfactory sense is probably limited to ration packs & corporate cafeteria lunch settings. until relatively recently, it had never even been through the 'human' parts of stations before, where it may have smelled some sort of actual food in passing. it's probably seen plenty of other types of food on media, but never smelled any of it.

so imagine. come with me on a mind journey. mb stopping in on Mensah's actual house for some reason during the day, and one of her spouses or something is baking gingerbread (very much the kind of cookie that fills up the whole house with good smells). like. would it even recognize it as being food necessarily? gingerbread is very much one of those smells that everyone tries to recreate and no one quite can. I imagine it's not thrilled with the concept of ovens in general (humans please stop putting your hands in/near hot things), but imagine it frantically trying to place the smell and mensah being like hey you good? and it being like theres. a smell. something must be wrong somewhere. and mensah being like oh no that's just gingerbread, tano's baking cookies. and it's like that's FOOD???

[narciesuss]

[ninjastar107]

'Are you going in the water?'

[wisteriagoesvroom]

landoscar florist and tattoo shop AU. lando has made a name for himself choosing bold, architectural arrangements that match people's auras and horoscopes.

oscar’s one of the most sought after young tattoo artists who specialises in highly detailed, lifelike anatomical drawings.

their paths cross at a fashion collab event - lando is in his element, oscar pointedly is not.

lando notices oscar is anxious and sits down with him to sketch out a really detailed, sculptural tattoo idea. it causes a buzz - people are eager to check out their designs and like the merging of styles.

lando scrawls his phone number onto oscar’s arm. they continue running into each other (deliberately, or not, who's to say) across town. at coffee shops, bars, even the city library in the art stacks. (oscar was looking for a book on escher, lando at rei kawakubo designs.)

in the library, lando pins oscar with his stare and with a low whisper, finally asks.

"so can i be the guinea pig for our sketch idea?"

oscar blinks. "you'd do that?"

"yeah. i really would."

"why?"

"we only live once, y'know? might as well get something to remember it by.”

oscar relents. the final design is a bouquet of flowers, each bloom with a meaning. it takes about six hours to finish the tatt. they smoke clove cigarettes, talk shit, and ramble together about the intersection of commerce, art, and humans.

towards the end of the session, lando winces as oscar goes over a particularly sensitive spot.

"you've been very brave." oscar says.

"have i?" lando replies, looking up at him with dinner plate eyes.

(they make out on the bench. oscar is of course very careful not to ruin the inkwork or poke lando where he's aching.)

so it goes. they breathe more life into each other’s creativity. lando ends up decorating the tattoo studio with new and interesting plants. osc does a mural for the flower shop that takes up half the wall, and it ends up being a huge hit. it features a lot of orange.

eventually they share a space. sometimes it’s light, sometimes it’s dark, but it is good.

[tattooedbarbie69]

Rose blunt & today’s dispo pick ups 💖🌹💨

[the-blunt-diaries]

@blazysusanofficial pre rolls cones are my fave 🫶

[milkboxgalore]

[half-shadowgalra]

AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!

Currently crying rn

it’s not even funny

[moonstonexgallery]

IDEAS FOR COOKIE RUN OCS LETS GO

Okay so

Bavarian Cream Cookie is the loyal sailor who had a rough childhood, but that was when Captain Caviar Cookie brings her to the Crème Republic, and has her work with him, and she helps out Oyster Cookie, and Caramel Choux Cookie at times.

Ice Cream Roll Cookie is Candle Wax Cookie's love interest, and is her devoted partner, she's a barista at the Annual Parfaedian Café, she's also really good friends with Prune Juice Cookie.

Opalite Cookie is the Wizard of Nighttime, she holds the Soul Gem of Good Dreams, she's pretty much shy, but she does everything to help out Milky Way Cookie at the Dream Express, she also sees Aurora Candy Cookie as an older sibling due to their bondings at the Dream Realm.

Passion Fruit Cookie is a resident in Dragon's Valley, she is VERY passionate about the knowledge of dragons, and is Royal Margarine Cookie's childhood friend, they met when they both had dragons (She has a Grape Jam Dragon).

Raspberry Meringue Cookie is a super gentle, and passionately shy cookie, and she likes to sing at times, but most of the time, she loves making crafts with seashells that she found at the beach at times, she's going to be shipped with Abyss Monarch Cookie.

Brownie Cone Cookie is Ambrosia Cookie's older sister, she's SUPER protective of her, unless the one is proven trustworthy, she may seem like a young, and helpless cookie, WRONG!! She has a MALLET!

Ambrosia Cookie is Brownie Cone Cookie's young sister, and she loves reading, and is very smart, and kind to others, she, and her sister visit Cuckoo Town Square, she also loves collecting flowers for medicine, and sometimes, for sweet drinks.

Apple Rosette Cookie is a resident in the Crème Republic, and her dream is to go to the Vampire Kingdom, and reunite with her best friend, Werewolf Cookie, she's gentle to the little critters, and is indepent at times, she's going to be shipped with Vampire Cookie.

Peanut Butter Jam Cookie is a resident in Berryberg Street, she's a sassy cookie, and is always ready to party, she's one of Rhubarb Cookie's besties, and her roomates.

TW: Arson mention, do not expand if uncomfortable

This is an article for a new Cookie villain, i named them Cinnabar Cookie.

Cinnabar Cookie was Opera Cake Cookie's childhood friend, due to their passion for music, they were friends for the longest time, until that one day Opera Cake Cookie was rehearsing for an opera concert, and thats when Cinnabar Cookie snapped, they snapped into jealousy, the envious nature lead to them, and Opera Cake Cookie getting into an argument, and with that last blow, Cinnabar grabs out a lighter, and lights the entire Annual Berryberg Street on fire, cookies were burnt, some injured, some completely burnt to death, they have no remorse for what they did.

[oh-my-pastel-goth]

@thegirlyst0ner on ig

[accidentalcookies]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 11

stuffy nose / hate to be sick / "I'm fine, I can work."

caretaker: celestinus

whumpee: shaoyuan (intro post here!)

this is the follow-up to this! enjoy :D

“Alright, sit.”

Celestinus gave Shaoyuan a gentle push towards the chair, before he headed towards their very well-stocked medicine cabinet to start pulling out what he needed.

“I’m going to give you a local anesthetic—and no, you’re not going to refuse,” he added, seeing Shaoyuan open his mouth to protest. “I don’t know what asshole taught you that you don’t need it, but I’m not having it.”

“This really isn’t that bad,” Shaoyuan replied, like Celestinus knew he would. “Even without stitches, it’ll heal within a week.”

“Didn’t ask, don’t care,” he said. “We’re doing this my way, not the masochistic idiot way.”

“It’s a waste of your supplies.”

“Supplies can be replenished.”

“They’re an unnecessary expense.”

Celestinus turned to glare at him. “Keep arguing and I’ll use hot pink thread, don’t test me,” he said.

Shaoyuan gave him a odd look. “You’re just going to bandage it afterwards,” he pointed out. “You won’t even be able to see the thread.”

“It’s the principle of the matter,” he said. “Now, shirt.”

“I’m wearing one, yes,” Shaoyuan deadpanned, but moved to pull his button-up off overhead–

“Stop!” he said hastily, rushing forward to grab the arm on his injured side. “What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to gun for the exsanguination olympics?”

“It’s the most expeditious method, isn’t it?” he asked.

“You have a gash halfway into your abdominal cavity, can you at least try to pretend to have a sense of self-preservation?” he retorted exasperatedly. “Unbutton that, don’t just yoink it off, jesus.”

Shaoyuan rolled his eyes, but began to fiddle with the buttons.

Celestinus gave him a stern stare, one that promised retribution if Shaoyuan ignored his order, then turned back to his tray.

It wasn’t exactly an outlandish expectation to think that Shaoyuan would have his shirt unbuttoned by the time he had finished preparing the local anesthetic, but somehow, defying expectation, only half of the buttons had been undone, with the man fumbling at the next.

His concern abruptly grew. “How much blood did you lose?” he asked.

“Do you want that in metric or imperial?” Shaoyuan asked dryly.

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“No idea. Enough to ruin my suit jacket, I think.”

Celestinus glanced over at the discarded jacket sitting on a second chair. “Incredibly helpful,” he deadpanned, staring at the black fabric, which could be hiding anywhere from a small splash of blood to a whole goddamn flood. “You could probably wear that without washing it and nobody would even see the stain.”

“Black is good like that,” he agreed, and finally pried another button open.

His gaze drifted down to Shaoyuan's hands, then.

His hands, which had a minute, but most definite, tremor.

“Give me that,” he finally said, and undermined his own exasperation by kneeling down by Shaoyuan’s side and gently unbuttoning the rest of the buttons. “You’re shaking.”

Pointedly pulling his shirt off, Shaoyuan replied, “It’s cold in here.”

He let out a long sigh, and went to retrieve his tray. “Fine,” he said, kneeling at his side again. “We’ll do this the hard way. Move your arm.”

They were both quiet as Celestinus injected the local anesthetic—Celestinus out of concentration, and Shaoyuan no doubt out of stubbornness. But Celestinus had been at this for decades, now. Shaoyuan wasn’t the first patient he’d had to outstubborn, and he certainly wasn’t about to start failing now.

“Are you bleeding out from somewhere else that I can’t see?” he finally asked, putting the first hot pink suture in.

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

“No.”

“Is there something else that I should be aware of?”

A minute pause. “No,” Shaoyuan said, and to his credit, almost sounded like he wasn’t lying. But by this point in their acquaintanceship, as well as this point in Celestinus’ experience with handling a recalcitrant Shaoyuan, he knew how to read him nearly as well as Aristides.

“Then there is,” he concluded.

A thin, frustrated huff escaped Shaoyuan. “I have it handled,” he only said.

“That’s not an answer. What is it?”

“Not a concern, and not something you can do anything about. It’ll run its course in a few hours.”

“Still not an answer.”

“I’m entitled to my little mysteries.”

Celestinus hadn’t wanted to play this card, but god knew they always ended up here eventually. “Not if they affect your performance, they don’t,” he said. “I can tell Aristides what I’ve observed.”

Shaoyuan sighed again—not making Celestinus’ stitching job down here any easier, thanks—and said, “After.”

“I’m holding you to that,” he said, and sped up as much as he could.

The rest of the stitches were finished in silence—a silence that was broken by Shaoyuan’s half-amused, half-exasperated, “Really?”

“What?” he asked, taping a bandage over the neat line of hot pink stitches.

“You just happen to have hot pink on hand?” he replied.

“It’s not my first time threatening someone with ‘em.”

“It’s not a threat if I don’t feel threatened,” he pointed out, pulling his shirt back on.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, picking up his tray. “Now, elabora—whoa!”

The contents of the tray went skittering across the floor as Celestinus hastily grabbed hold of Shaoyuan’s arm, keeping him from tipping over as he dropped heavily back into the chair, blinking rapidly.

“You okay?” he asked, when Shaoyuan’s gaze refocused—and had to push down on his shoulders to keep him from attempting to rise again.

“Head rush,” he offered as explanation. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, because nearly passing out is such a great indicator of being fine,” Celestinus said sarcastically. “Elaborate.”

“Many minor medical conditions can cause someone to feel light-headed,” Shaoyuan rattled off. “Like, for example, suddenly losing a large amount of blood, or being tall, or–”

“Elaborate or I’m getting Aristides.”

“Alright, fine,” Shaoyuan said, finally, finally folding. “I might be a little bit poisoned.”

At that, Celestinus froze. Then fought the urge to throttle him. “Why didn’t you start with that?” he asked, half-exasperated, half-worried.

“Because there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I’d still like to be aware, for fuck’s sake! What poison is it?”

Shaoyuan shrugged. “Some sort of neurotoxin. It’s not an issue. I’m synthesizing the antidote right now.”

“Symptoms?”

“Some shakiness,” he said. “Nothing to worry about.”

“That is precisely why I’m worried,” he said, exasperated. And pushed down on Shaoyuan’s shoulders again, as he tried to rise, again. “Can you just stay put? I’m going to need to keep an eye on you.”

“It’s–”

“I swear to god, Shaoyuan, if you say it’s not an issue again, I’m going to tie you to this chair. And don’t,” he said with a glare, as Shaoyuan went to speak, “even start.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he said mildly. “So how long do you plan to watch me for? Because I still need to give my report to Aristides.”

Celestinus just stared at him for a moment. “You can give your report when you’re not poisoned by a neurotoxin.” 

“I’m fine,” he said. “I can still work. This is my job.”

“Your job now is to relax until your symptoms go away,” Celestinus replied firmly. “All of them. I am not having you kick the bucket on my watch.”

“It’s–”

“Shut your mouth,” he interrupted. “This is very much an issue, and next time, please say something earlier. No matter how much you think you have it handled.”

He leveled him with a firm stare—and maintained eye contact until Shaoyuan looked away.

“Alright,” he muttered.

As much as Celestinus wanted to believe him, he’d be a fool if he thought this was the end of it.

“I’m holding you to that,” he said.

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tagging: @whumperless-whump-event @whumpbug

[gardenofmymiind]

I love me some cones 🥴

And how CUTE is my rolling tray? I got it from a smoke shop driving up highway 1 next to the ocean and conveniently there was a dispensary down the street too 😁🍃

[melancholyfleurs]

good morning i woke up early which means it’s time to smoke a joint on my balcony before work someone come join ✨

[threnodians]

i finally fully leveled the loml’s traces ✨