#shrooms dc

[celiaboren]

Private Membership Psychedelic & Cannabis Church members only club.

[thrvshmonkey]

Throwback to the beginning of quarantine, 2020

[parental-unit-of-chaos]

It's currently 02:12 and I had a thought.

Who I would be in the DC universe, is entirely dependent on weather or not I would become addicted to fear toxic.

Because, like yea you'd go through a shit load of fear things. But how Gotham is sit up and run, therapy wouldn't be cheap.

So I might say fuck it, and take fear toxic to figure out what truama I'm not over yet, work on it until it's no longer a fear, and then go on to the next fear or insecurities. As well as me being autistic, I tend to not have an adverse fear response. So I would used it has an method to psychoanalyze myself and the human mind. Writing all of my findings in multiple Notebooks, some having writing that most can't decipher because, I created my own codes for the more important stuff. That the rouges, especially not the joker should find out or know.

Also, depends if you would get a extreme rush of euphoria/ happy chemicals after it's worn off.

I find the thought sad, because theoretical someone in the DC universe would already have this problem. But, they wouldn't have the discipline or trained mind to not let it affect them poorly. Then they would slowly see that life become worse and worse. Feeling helpless. But, at that point they've used it for so long that they get uncomfortable being off it.

[scamperin-shroom]

Have you ever had someone try to correct you on something you know a lot about and it's because they didn't actually read or comprehend what you said? It happens all the time with me and it's so infuriating. I shouldn't have to dumb my vocabulary down

This is different than someone not understanding what you said which is fine, but feeling like you're smarter than another person is belittling when it's clear they have knowledge in the topic

[william-scott77]

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[deadsetobsessions]

AU of my Gotham/Tim Drake! Danny where Danny doesn’t know any knowledge beforehand about the DC universe.

Danny doesn’t know how he got here, but the fact that he now shares something in common with Vlad other than their technical halfa status disgusts him

His new name is Timothy Jackson Drake. It’s so far removed from Danny that his parents had him examined for deafness because he didn’t respond to it. He got better at it, at putting on the mask Janet and Jack Drake wanted to see. So they took him to the circus.

He meets Dick Grayson. Danny thinks the kid is adorable, even if Danny himself is technically younger. He sees the flying Graysons fall. The buzzing in his head doesn’t go away.

He’s five, when the fading spirit of Gotham reaches out and pleads her King to protect her city in her stead. She is fading. He says yes, because she’s one of his. The buzzing in his head settles and oh because that’s what’s been missing this entire time. Danny didn’t have a haunt and Gotham gave him one.

He grieves when she dies, the new title settling around small shoulders, and the city grieves with him. In the city proper, Batman and Robin are having the worst night of their lives in the sudden storm.

He’s nine. Robin is Dick Grayson. Dick Grayson, in turn, is an idiot. Batman… well, he’s at least mentoring and protecting the child vigilante, which is more than Danny ever had. He grows fond of them. How could he not, when they tried their hardest to help his city? To help him?

He shows himself, to the duo, in his Phantom form. It’s still him, still modeled after Danny Fenton’s face instead of Tim Drake’s. Ghosts are a reflection of the soul, after all.

“Who are you,” Batman demands, shielding Robin with half a step.

“Gotham.” He replies. Danny wills the city to affirm his claim and the city wraps its arms around the vigilantes. Batman and Robin understands, a deep well of pure knowledge being tapped into in ways they weren’t truly meant to understand.

“…How?”

“Magic,” Phantom says, dry. He tells them of city spirits, and that they can call him in times of dire need.

Dick calls him to help with Two Face. Two Face learns the pain of unmelting ice to the balls.

His core aches when the Bats fight, but Danny knows now that it is inevitable. They’re part of his haunt, his ‘fraid. He knows these things far before they come into fruition.

Dick moves to a sister city. Phantom expands his haunt to Bludhaven because he doesn’t, won’t, ever leave his Robins to themselves.

Nightwing is hopeful, is pleasantly surprised, and very suspicious when he shows up during patrol.

“Gotham…? What are you doing here…? This isn’t, well, Gotham?”

“Satellite City. It is an extension of myself. You were Robin, yes. You’re Nightwing, now. But that doesn’t mean I won’t protect you when I can.”

Phantom goes back, and finds a kid trying to steal tires to make a living. He guides his Knight to him. The starved features, the bones Danny could see, it tugs at his core. It feels like the Ancient of Fate themselves were pulling him along.

“How’d you know I was taking the wheels?”

“Gotham.”

“Are you… high on shrooms or something?”

Bruce sighs. Batman asks Gotham to meet the new Robin, and chuckles when Jason is surprised by the glowing green figure.

Phantom hides this Robin just as much as the last one. He curls shadows around his vigilantes, sometimes at the same time, and softens what little sounds they made while stalking through his city for crime.

He makes small jokes with Jason. Danny forgets, a little, the crushing loneliness of being Timothy Drake.

“I didn’t kill Garzona!”

“You-”

Batman stops as a chill he’s never had experienced directed at him weaves around his neck. An angry Gotham.

“He didn’t kill him.” Danny slides a cold hand on Jason’s shoulders.

But the damage had been done and the next day, Batman is begging Danny to tell him any clues of where Jason had gone.

“Ethiopia.”

He clears the way for Batman to get to Robin. He clears the way for Bruce to get to Jason.

He’d fallen into the trap of believing that Batman would handle everything when in the end, he’s just a man in a mantle that demands more than he ever thought he’d have to pay.

Robin is dead and Danny grieves. The skies crack open and pours a torrent of smogged rain water upon the streets of Gotham. Despite that, Crime Alley is untouched by flood. They say the second Robin was protecting his home.

In a way, it’s not wrong.

Gotham fishes Batman from the bay, carelessly tossing the broken Joker against a shipping container.

“You can’t keep doing this. You’ll die.”

Bruce, Batman, lays on his back, eyes glazed and empty. “Maybe I want to.” He admits. And Danny can’t lose someone else. It’s already bad enough he feels the death of everyone in his city, he can’t lose him too. But Dick won’t come back. He already denied Gotham when Phantom had asked him to come back. Granted, Dick was nervous about denying him the entire time, but Danny realized that he’d lost a brother in the colors his parents chose for Dick. Danny- Phantom had cradled Dick in a swaddle of shadows and comfort.

“Alright.”

“Is it? Alright? I- I don’t want to fail you, Gotham.”

“It is. You’ve always made me proud. You will always make me proud. Whether it be by different name, it matters to me not. Stay. Heal.”

Like Dick was given permission, like he received a hint of peace, Dick Grayson crumpled to the floor and sobbed into Gotham’s shoulder.

(Later, long after Dick Grayson realized his little brother was also his city personified, he cries again into Tim’s shoulders after the later dropped a flower pot perfectly on top of Catalina Flores’ head.)

Gotham, Phantom, Danny makes a choice.

“Tomorrow, a child will show up at your door. You will let him in.”

“No- I can’t. I won’t.” He knows what Danny will ask of him.

“You will.” Danny doesn’t ever do it with his people, with his city, but dire times call for dire actions. It is an order. And Batman is Gotham’s knight. “You will. You will train him. You need a Robin to leash your brutality. I need a Robin, for Robin is my hope. The city’s hope. Our people’s hope. Do not forget the goal you have set out to accomplish in my city.”

Batman rages at him, until he falls unconscious from the wounds he’s gathered. Danny brings him home. He tells Alfred what to expect tomorrow. Bruce wakes up, eyes fixated on the crack that appeared on Danny’s neon green face. “Did. Did I do that?”

Danny nods slowly.

Batman crumples into Bruce Wayne. “Okay.” He says. “Alright. Tomorrow.”

Gotham watches him, unreadable. “Tomorrow.” He says, before fading away.

Tim Drake shows up at the door. Nightwing shows up not long after. Tim Drake adapts to Bruce Wayne’s cold looks and brutal training. Slowly, but surely, he leashes in Batman’s grief fueled brutality and less criminals go to prison with half of their lives beaten out of them.

Batman doesn’t see Gotham as much anymore. He feared that he’s angered his city, that he is no longer welcome.

When Tim figures it out… he allows the roads and the shadows to help Batman once more.

Batman stared intently at the extra coverage. “Thank you,” Tim hears him whisper. “I’m sorry.”

And when Jason Todd comes back to life and attacks Tim in the tower, Tim lets Hood beat him. Gotham had failed him, as Jason’s city. He deserves it. (He doesn’t but Danny had gone past the point of being healthy about his own physical wellbeing. Perhaps being a city spirit this long had affected him, even with the King’s title mitigating the worst of the damages.

“HE REPLACED ME!”

“Because I ordered him to.” Tim whispers, past the pain of a broken leg.

“You? Order Batman around? If you’re going to lie, make it a better one, Replacement.”

Tim catches Jason’s wrist, the one holding the knife to Tim’s throat.

“Robin,” he says simply, allowing Gotham to come out and peer at the child that is his.

Jason stares, disbelieving. Gotham had… Gotham had come by and approved of his plans to clean up Crime Alley. Gotham had extracted a promise not to damage the buildings.

“No.”

His city stares back and him and Jason stumbles away. Tim shifts into Danny, into Gotham.

“You…”

“I am Gotham. I- I did not want to wear these colors. They were yours and Dick’s. But Bruce was hurting the city, he was hurting me. So I made sure he stopped.”

Jason stares at the new cracks, the fresh ones he just caused and the old ones he does not remember being on Danny’s ghostly skin.

Jason swallows. “I’m sorry.”

“As am I. I am sorry I was not there to save you. I am sorry that you died.”

Jason stares at him. The Replacement is Gotham. Jason almost destroyed his city.

“I am glad that you’ve returned. That you’re alive, now.”

“…Really?”

“Always.”

Alternative Version of the above Tower Scene:

Jason slides the knife against the Replacement’s neck.

Danny sighs. “I can’t believe I’m dying again.”

Jason pauses. “What the fuck did you just say, Replacement?”

Danny rolls his eyes at him and Jason rethinks his decision of not offing the little fucker right away.

“You think you’re the first one to die in this household? Get a grip. I did it first, way before you did, jackass.”

Tim is 14. He’s a child. What the fuck is Jason doing?

“When…?”

“How do you think I became Gotham, little bird?”

Jason freezes. And then he’s scrambling backwards, the knife flung away in his horror.

Tim shifts into Gotham and Jason bites back a cut of regret and bitterness.

He… no, what? What even is happening?

“Why is the Joker not dead? You… you told me that you loved me. That Gotham… that-”

“I’m cruel, little bird. The Joker would not suffer as much if he were dead.”

“He’s killing people! He’s killing your own!”

“So everyone thinks.”

“What?”

“I am Gotham, little bird. Mass hallucinogenic gasses are so within my reach to the point it is concerning. Perhaps you should help Ivy with the city clean up?”

“Huh?!”

[dm-tainthairs-collection]

ᒥ🌌ᒧ—        "Hold your breath!" He says above the wind. Xeniarth's chest expands as he takes a deep breath, and then he releases a shimmering, bioilluminesect cloud of spores. Florescent greens and purples surround them as they fly through the plum of his breath weapon. If inhaled, the spores would have almost a psychedelic effect on a humanoid, however not a pleasant one.

After flying through the cloud of spores, they were directly over the water's surface. Xeniarth spreads his wings and his entire body jerks up before they can breech the surface. The dragon flaps and they fly over the water, Xeniarth's tail gliding along the surface with how close they were.

ᒥ🌌ᒧ—        Killian would feel the deep rumble of Xeniarth chuckling beneath him. The dragon soars through the night sky, going higher and higher until the breach through the clouds. It was bright, the clouds a sea of white from the moonlight bounce off them. Purple scales shine in the moonlight, now iridescent. With the wind that high up, Xeniarth kept his wings out with no need to flap, simply gliding along with great speed.

The deep dragon leans slow to one side, his wing cutting through the clouds as he made a wide turn. "Are you ready?" He glances back again. Xeniarth was having fun himself, it wasn't often he got to take flight. And someone to enjoy it with was even more rare.

When Killian seemed ready, Xeniarth suddenly angled down and tucked his wings back. They burst through the clouds and nose diving directly down towards the water with intense speed. The dragon laughs, enjoying the drop as they get closer and closer to the water.

[foxofanequinox]

"Real Darkdeep" only consists of the dc Caverncore scene and the late Autumn Earth Metal scene. What is known by "Whistle Choir" is nothing but birdsong with questionable real darkdeep influence. When people try to argue that bands like My Alchemical Gnomance are not real darkdeep, while saying that Sunny Day Shire Estate is, I can't help not to cringe because they are just as fake darkdeep as My Alchemical Gnomance (plus the pretentiousness). Real darkdeep sounds WHIMSICAL, PONDEROUS and somewhat SILLY. Fake darkdeep is methodical, monotonous and a failed attempt to direct energy and emotion into music. Some examples of REAL DARKDEEP are Mage 99, Sprites of Spring, Cone n Pizazz (the only real darkdeep band from the whistle scene) and Leprechrust Pillbug. Some examples of FAKE DARKDEEP are Gnomerican Footfall, My Alchemical Gnomance and Mineral DARKDEEP BELONGS TO CAVERNCORE NOT TO GRASSGAZE, MEADOWPUNK, BIRDSONG OR ANY OTHER MAINSTREAM GENRE

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ID: Illustrated meme, parodying the women’s colors vs men’s colors meme, with a short gnome on the left observing a long list of musical genres themed after gnomes (listed below). On the right is a human who observes all the genres and labels them all under gnome music. Genres: forestsynth, dirtstep, grassgaze, leprechrust, flowerviolence, shroom n bass, mushroom house, moss rock, shiny rock, garden core, cavern core, treewave, birdsong, whistle choir, subterranean folk, dark underground, deep underground, darkdeep, earth metal, star metal, rootbop, meadowpunk, solarpunk, moonpunk, hill n roll, stump stomp, woodwind. /End ID.

[celiaboren]

Private Membership Psychedelic & Cannabis Church members only club.

[tomatoluvr69]

Last year I took shrooms with this girl and a couple other people and we all wound up around the table in the cabin crying with mirth over just the concept of M Night Shyamalan’s “Old” aka the beach that makes you old. Except a few months ago that girl and by girl I mean incredibly ambitious and intelligent woman in her early thirties has moved to DC to become one of Bernie Sanders’s senior aides. So I have seen this incredibly ambitious and intelligent woman in her early thirties in a few pics with him and other prominent US politicians but mostly I’m just wondering if he even knows about the beach that makes you old???

[mi-olaaa]

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What/Who I’ll write for- that kinda stuff/Etc..

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↳˗ˏˋ What I’ll write..ˊˎ˗ ☆

This is what i’m comfortable with writing. Don’t like it? Don’t ask it.

Yes.

I accept requests concerning.. fluff! Angst, smut, really anything that’s not on my no list.. but if you’re unsure, ask.

No.

Pedophilia, Zoophilia, Drugs (that excludes weed- maybe shrooms), Substance Abuse- depends on how you ask. js ask.. idk, SMUT FOR MINORS. NO, extreme Gore, Cannibalism, Scat, or Watersports, Non-con/dub-con.

Rape- I will NOT have y’all asking me to write out rape scenes no ma’am 😐. Suicide.. in detail, but if you wanted to ask abt like some angst regarding it (like some grief maybe maybe).. Yeah. (Definitely there is more, I’ll likely add as I go y’all I’m trying to hurry ts up so I can get to writing)

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I’ll write for any fandom mostly— but to name a few..

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Aot.

Csm.

Mha.

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Baldur’s gate.

Marvel.

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Honkai.

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[hearthtrob]

this is for literally anyone who majestically somehow stumbles upon my blog or whatever but

go look at my ao3 I make demon smut ig

my name is hearthtrob. if u want to u can call me herb, or throb lol

under 18 means DNI w/ me. i reblog NSFW and may or may not post nsfw

i accept any pronouns fam 😎

also, this tumblr account was made for me to simp and scream over shit on my phone, not for drama, so if I upset you or piss you off tell me either in a respectful way, or don't talk to me at all. tyy

random things and masterlist under cut

Name; Hiya! I'm Herb. Or Throb. Call me anything, as long as it's not rude! ;D

Age; I'm ranged between 21-25 =]

Language; I speak Spanish and English, know some Latin, and I also know Hebrew (blaming my grandma for the Hebrew part

Prns; I go by any! what's in my pants? A copy of Stephen King's Misery and shrooms.

Fandoms; DC, Ghost, (only ones I'm active in)

Masterlist:

Kissing Me Softly - Swisstom ( NSFW )

Open Wide - Swisstom ( NSFW )

Hold me in the dark - Dewther ( SFW )

[raineydaysghoul]

DC characters as things I've heard at school

Wally: why Dick

Dick who shaved his head: because I can

Dick: I was gonna shave my eyebrows to look like Mr. Clean

Wally distraught sounds:

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Oliver: what kind of shoes does Optimus prime wear

Roy: I don't know

Oliver: vans

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Hal: your mom

Burce: my mom's dead but thanks

Bruce: she's in a jar so we could bring her to school

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Diana: have a good day. Don't get pregnant!

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Jervis to 1 of the robins: ya ever hear about shrooms?

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Assignment on mental disability

Two-face to Harvey: look it's about us!!

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Hal: John was in the Marines but we don't hold that against him

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Tim: Frankenstein's monster is hot

Bart: idk that's kinda subjective

Tim: IT IS STATED IN THE BOOK!! HE IS ATTRACTIVE!!!

Kon: I kinda agree with Bart that's pretty subjective

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Constantine: can you imagine telling your partner you have herpes

Constantine singing: I-have-herpes. Please-don't-leave-me.

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Booster about Ted: he's thick. He's a big boi

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Talking about school house rock live

Hal to Barry: I wanna melt your pot

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Tim: I would sell my anal virginity for a candbar

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Hal to Barry and Oliver: Wanna have a threesome

Oliver: Hell no!!

Oliver: It's gots to be a foursome. There has to be a girl

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Tora to the rest of the JLI about Bea: just because she's a immigrant doesn't mean she's Hispanic

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Booster talking about Of Mice and Men: can you blame her. George is fine af

[safesthaveninexistence]

Traveled through portals to see my friend and craved shrooms so he got me this and it fucking says belgian chocolate and DC and Magic

[mywifeleftme]

331: V/A // International Pop Underground Convention

International Pop Underground Convention Various Artists 1992, K Records

My entrée to basically every art scene I’ve ever been involved in was basically just going to whatever extremely DIY festival that scene threw in my city and hoping. You see what seems like an unfathomable number of artists good and terrible (and very occasionally great), hit most of the venues, bars, and spaces worth knowing about, and sometimes even strike up some conversations with people who eventually become your friends. 1991’s International Pop Underground Convention in Olympia, organized by Candice Pedersen and Calvin Johnson of K Records, was the indie model for these fests as I’ve known them, and so it’s as directly responsible for a lot of the good stuff in my life as any musical event I can think of. Everything I’ve heard about it sounds like absolute paradise—the platonic ideal of all the times I’ve picked through mountains of sick screenprinted t-shirts by bands I’ve never heard of, eaten some weird and great food by a tattooed baker, and then ridden my bike on shrooms to catch bits of four shows on the same night, all on a dime.

The lineup on this double-live compilation is all over the place musically, but it does a beautiful job of summarizing the thing indie/alternative music of the era shared despite its sonic diversity: a sense that the music you liked and what it represented could be a space of legitimate opposition to corporatism; that there was something worthwhile in wearing that belief on your sleeveless t-shirt; that the notion of “selling out” had some real conceptual worth; that we’re in this thing together. So, the International Pop Underground Convention LP serves up first-wave riot grrl (Mecca Normal, Bratmobile); DC post-hardcore (Nation of Ulysses, Fugazi); twee indie pop (Beat Happening; Spinanes); noise rock (Melvins; Unwound); grunge-y stuff, primitive singer-songwriter folk, surf rock, plunderphonic DJ sets, and more and more besides, all recorded live and kinda badly but “real.” As individual performances, few are essential, but collectively they are a powerful document of the alternative scene as it existed in the moment right before Nevermind changed everything.

I always think about how crazy it must be for someone like Nikki McClure, an Olympia visual artist who designed a bunch of early K Records sleeves and released a handful of EPs on the label, to have a performance preserved on the same disc as all these icons. On the one hand, it's not like she sits around in awe of like Beat Happening in the same way a fan would—they were friends and part of the same community, and probably still are to this day. But on the other hand, I’m sure when she comes across a copy of this LP there’s sometimes a dazed moment when it seems like that young Nikki singing her funny little a cappella song must be someone else entirely, the record itself an object manifested from a dream. But the International Pop Underground Conventional was real, and in its way, it carries on to this day.

331/365

[juniperhillpatient]

Taissa and Misty as a ship is Harlivy(same vibes).

Ok I can see this lol

Misty as Harley really requires no further explanation that’s just real.

If we’re doing YJ characters as DC characters my first thought would actually be Taissa as Harvey Dent lmao

That said I can see it. After all alternate!Tai has this connection with the wilderness & plants & we can’t forget that when Van was on shrooms she thought Tai looked like a tree lol