#smokin the devils lettuce

[conspicuouslygay]

This fic is a masterpiece. You're a goddamn treasure, @monstrous-femme. I hope you like it!

[orishya-buyce]

guys.

just started some new adhd meds.

they are workin

however, I have been thinking about this fanart off and on for a while. weeks. I can’t seem to remember or find the artist.

does anyone

remember that fanart of “obi-wan smoking that zaza” and it’s has obi-wan h*gh asf chillin on a couch with sunglasses on, and ahsoka and rex are there

rex is saying something like “Cody, he’s totally zooted” to a comm

today: I’ve tried searching it on Twitter and here. I checked some artist blogs I suspected, couldn’t find them. Went through my likes all the way back to august. Couldn’t find it.

also: they had some kind of eerie fanart of tech bleeding but it was kind of cut off to where you couldn’t see him. AND some sort of post where it was a screenshot of their notes app and their sketch ideas, one of which was “the bad batch smoking a phat blunt” that is all I can remember

please help me find them :)

[amcrist]

“you ever watch thomas the tank engine?” oz - ildsjel c:

musky smoke spills from his lips and cradles his words so that they sound pinched, suffocated almost.

"i fucking love thomas the mother fuckin' tank engine, bro."

[faestolemythoughts]

More Stardew hcs 🌸💚

Sam/Seb

Slight TW, boys smokin the devils lettuce

-Sam has a tendency to fall asleep literally anywhere. Wether it’s on the floor, outside somehow, or most often.. Seb’s bed.

When I say Seb’s bed though, it’s hardly ever in a normal position. He usually falls asleep mid-game, slumping against the wall or hanging halfway off or (Seb’s absolute favorite) sprawled out across the entire already small bed.

Sebastian never notices until it’s too late. He’s always too focused in whatever video game they’re playing, only looking over when Sam stops replying to whatever he’s saying. Every time it happens he wants to be mad, he really does. He just can’t seem to be irritated when Sam looks like that when he sleeps. He’d die before he ever told Sam that he looks pretty when he sleeps.

It’s always a chore to shove Sam (the heaviest sleeper sebs ever fucking seen) aside so he can lay in his own bed.

They’d both be lying if they said they never ended up against each other.. because it’s warm of course.

Let’s just say Abby’s found them like that countless times. She has the pictures to prove it.

-The first time Sam wants to try smoking with Seb (not cigarettes 🍃) Is after a particularly bad day with his family. They’re around 17-18. Senior year. Kent keeps getting on him about college and other bullshit he wants no part in. His mom won’t stop agreeing with him. He’s sick of it. He needs.. well, weed.

Barging into Sebs room eyes immediately on the dark blue glass piece, Seb can tell something’s wrong.

“I need you to give me that.” Sam huffs. Motioning at the bong.

Sebastian almost laughs. He would’ve if it weren’t for the look on Sam’s face that’s really telling him he really does need to unwind.

“You sure? Don’t wanna talk?”

“Just- pack it or whatever it’s called.”

Sebastian hastily does what he’s told. He’s fighting himself and definitely feels like a horrible influence right now. But Sam’s a grown man and can make his own choices, so he hands the bong to Sam, tucking the bowl pack in his pocket.

they make their way up to the top of the hill, veering right of the spa near the train tunnels, knowing damn well they can’t do this anywhere near the house. As they make the 10 minute or so walk, Sam finally starts talking.

“I really wish my mom would be on my side one time.”

Seb motions for Sam to take the bong out of his jacket where it had been conveniently hidden from anyone’s sight.

“Want me to show you how?”

“I fucking know how.”

Eyebrows raised Seb just sets in the bowl piece and tosses Sam the lighter.

“Okay.”

Sam definitely doesn’t know how. His first try he doesn’t put his mouth right against the glass, not creating a suction therefore getting no smoke. A very familiar bitch face from Seb is accompanied with a tsk noise and an eye roll.

“Let me show you before you waste all my weed.” Seb reaches a hand out, grabbing the glass while still in Sam’s hands, guiding it closer to his mouth. “Put it all the way against your face so air can’t get in.”

He takes the lighter from Sam’s hands, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that their hands are overlapping. He keeps it there though.

“I’m gonna light it for you, you ready?”

Sam nods, making eye contact, a sliver of nervousness and.. something else Seb can’t quite make out on his face. Sebastian flicks the lighter and Sam seemingly knows to start to breathe in. He lets the glass fill up about half way with smoke, then takes the metal piece out, letting Sam breathe it in.

He thinks the kid is just about going to die with how hard he coughs. He lets himself laugh this time, smacking him on the back telling him the burning will pass.

“Fuck- how do you- do that so often?” Sam manages between coughs.

“You get used to it. Promise. Tell me if you don’t feel right. We can go home.”

“I don’t really.. feel anything. When does it like kick in?” He clears his throat, which now feels a little strange.

“Give it a second.” Seb mumbles.

Upon realizing he hadn’t gotten a hit of his own, Sebastian takes the bong from Sam’s hands, taking a long hit of his own, puffing the smoke. Sam watches as the smoke fades away all around them, feeling different than before.

He watches as Sebastian’s face relaxes, a little jealous that it seems to have a sudden affect on him.

“Can I have another one?” He asks.

“Jesus, Sammy. Thought you’d be a lightweight.” Sebastian hands him the bong again. “One more. After that wait a few minutes.”

Sebastian lights it again for him, making sure he doesn’t get way too much smoke. Sam coughs for another minute again.

Sebastian takes another hit himself, gently setting the glass on a flat piece of earth where he hopes it won’t tip.

They sit in silence for a while after that. Just watching the lights of the valley flicker on as the sunlight starts to fade. He almost thinks Sam might be immune to marijuana until he hears little giggles coming from beside him.

“You ever notice how when Kent gets mad that little vein in his neck really pops out.” Sam laughs.

Sebastian can’t help but laugh out loud. Fuck his neck vein really does pop out. Sam is definitely high.

“You feeling good there buddy?” Seb asks, which just makes them both crack right up again.

“I can’t believe you hid this from me this entire time.” Sam huffs, faking dramatics.

“You could’ve just asked, dipshit.”

“I think I might love weed.”

Sebastian makes the critical mistake of looking over at Sam who looks.. so fucking pretty. His puffy red eyes, his slightly strewn hair and his dopey little smile.

Fuck. This is not good. Weed isn’t supposed to make your best friends lips look so.. interesting.. yeah that’s the right word, interesting. Seb rips his eyes from sam, staring at the grass blade he’s picking at.

“You should bring me up here more. The stars are so much brighter than in town.”

God. This kid might actually be the death of Sebastian.

Sam lays back on the cool grass that’s now a little bit damp, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’ll be itchy later but it’s well worth the feeling he has right now. His legs feel like bubbles and he just wants to laugh. Whatever bullshit he was mad over just seems funny now. And god the stars are so damn bright. What if he could just touch them. They look like they’d feel fuzzy… he feels fuzzy.

He turns his head to the right, starting up at Sebastian who’s resting his head on his propped up knee. For some reason he wants to reach out and touch Sebastian, too. His hair looks like it feels so soft. Seb catches him starting but Sam can’t bring himself to feel embarrassed.

Sam really wishes he could put a word to what this feels like and why really really wants to be closer to him. Maybe it’s just the weed, though. Definitely just the weed.

[paninicupcakke]

(CW!! Smoking / substance abuse)

My headcanon’s for the mercs relationship with marijuana!!! :D

-Sniper is a stoner no one can tell me other wise. I just KNOW he is smokin that dank hydro zaza with Scout in his van. He seems like the type to only roll joints and blunts but if he gets his hand on a bong he’ll gluggluglgulg 💨 I could see him and Scout planning out a heist on a smoke shop tbh.

-Scout is a noob to smoking. He smokes from a small pipe or a one hitter. Something small he can shove in his bag or pocket. He also steals and begs for joints off of Sniper when he can because bro cannot roll a joint to save his life. He’s also spoiled and cannot be bothered to grind weed with his bare fingers he will whine and complain if he has to.

-Soldier has definitely smoked countless times by mistaking a joint for a hand rolled cigarette. Whenever he’s high he turns into a complete softy. Super affectionate and way calmer than usual. He feels comfortable spilling his guts out to anyone nearby and will most likely start crying and hugging them. Also whenever he gets the munchies he will fuck up a whole box of cereal by himself.

-Spy will smoke weed on occasion but it’s not his preferred substance. He’ll take one or two hits if Sniper passes him a lit joint but it’s not a usual occurrence. Spy definitely likes some edibles though. I could see him mixing some edible chocolate in his coffee on his day off or taking a gummy before bed to help him fall asleep.

-Medic is down for micro dosing some strong ass edibles. I could see him making a secret batch for himself and doing his best to hide them from everyone else. When high he is very giggly, docile and sleepy. He’ll mostly likely just pass tf out since he’s usually exhausted from carrying the whole squad on his back.

-Heavy is down for an edible on his day off and will only smoke on a festive occasion. It’s not really his thing. He prefers drinking and cigars. He more so enjoys watching Medic get high though. He adores watching his partner become so relaxed and giggly when high.

-Pyro does not smoke. He likes it when other’s smoke around him though because he gets to be the designated lighter for his teammates. He carries matches and a lighter on him at all times so Sniper, Scout & Spy usually scramble to find Pyro whenever they desperately need a lighter. He has definitely eaten an edible on accident though. When high this dude is glued to the sofa, completely inaudible and staring off into space. Just daydreaming away.

-Engie got hit with that anti drug religious propaganda so he is very paranoid and refuses to try it. He firmly believes it is the devils lettuce. However he doesn’t actively go out of his way to stop anyone from smoking it though. The most he does is grumble and lecture his teammates whenever they do some dumb ass shit when high. I could see him lecturing Scout about how he should not wake & bake. If he does get high it would be on accident from an edible. Whenever the evil zaza possesses this man he gets a severe case of the munchies. He also acts very flirtatious and overly confident when high.

-Demoman is an alcoholic. Scrumpy is his drug of choice. He doesn’t mess around with smoking weed or cigs. He definitely has taken an edible with Soldier though. I could see them both getting into some stupid shenanigans together while they’re tripping balls. Him & Soldier get the munchies, they go fix themselves a snack and it ends up with someone dying or them setting the whole kitchen on fire. When high he is a very slow talker and would most likely be glued to the sofa staring up at the ceiling for a solid hour.

[d3lusi0nal-d33r]

"dude how are u so chill about everything? like ur life is a living hell-" weed. marijuana. devils lettuce if u will. im smokin and tokin nine times a day.

[avishabilis]

Tsk. There they go with the smokin' The Devil's Lettuce again.

new pipe & the perfect strain to break it in 🍃🌱💕💖😈💖💕🌱🍃

[wherehastherumgone]

oh my god damn HR rep from work straight up just walked past my house while I'm sitting on the porch writing an english paper. GOOD THING I WASN'T SMOKIN THE DEVILS LETTUCE

[simplyclockwork]

concept: sherlock getting stoned with mrs. hudson and john walking in on them

@hunninutqueerio

I like this concept very much.

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John was exhausted. Dragging up the sidewalk, relief sinking into his bones at the sight of the familiar black door of 221B. Stepping through, climbing the stairs, he paused. Hand on the railing, a frown passing over his face, John took a deep, long inhale. A heady, skunky scent filled his lungs, strong enough to make his head swim for a second. In a fragment of thought, he wondered if Sherlock was cooking up some strange new experiment. But the smell was too obvious, too distinct, and he knew exactly what it was. 

Entering the sitting room, he was a little taken aback by Mrs. Hudson’s presence. She and Sherlock sat across from one another, Mrs. Hudson in John’s chair, Sherlock in his own. The detective was slumped against the leather, long legs crossed at the knee, elbows loose on the armrests. He looked like a melted version of himself, face slack and mouth tilting in a slow, easy smile at the sight of John entering the room.

“Ah, John’s home. Hii-iii John!” The way Sherlock said his name made it sound closer to ‘Jawn’ than John, and he drew the ‘hi’ out in a sing-song tone.

“Um. Yes, it’s me. Hello.” John’s reply was awkward, confused. The smell he’d caught in the stairway was much stronger in here. Smoke blew out in a little cloud from his own chair, and Mrs. Hudson tilted around the armrest to grin at him. There was a rolled cigarette in her hand, and the smell told John it was definitely not filled with tobacco. 

“Oh, Doctor Watson!” Mrs. Hudson’s grin, inexplicably, widened. “It is you! The good doctor!” For a reason completely lost on John, she dissolved into giggles. Sherlock stared at her, eyes wide as saucers, before joining in. The sound was deep and rich, and utterly mad to John.

“How high are you?” John demanded. His question only sent them into harder laughter. To his shock, Sherlock curled into himself, spasmed, and snorted so hard he nearly slipped off the chair. “What are you smoking!?”

Mrs. Hudson turned reproving—if bloodshot—eyes on him. “They’re herbal soothers, young man! What are you, the police?” 

Straightening in his seat, Sherlock rearranged his ridiculous limbs into something like a pretzel. “Don’t be insulting, Hudders—John is much smarter than the police!” 

They were both lost in another fit of giggles. Still standing in the doorway, John stared at them both. “Lovely,” he muttered. “Just lovely. So good to come home from work just to take care of more people.” 

Sherlock waved, hand flopping back and forth on a loose wrist. “Do stop being such a stick in the mud, John. Learn to have some fun.” And, with that, he managed to stretch far enough to actually slip from his chair to the floor in a fluid motion that made him look almost boneless. The action threw Mrs. Hudson into another surge of laughter, Sherlock joining.

Dropping a hand over his forehead, John closed his eyes. “Bloody hell.”

[90ssuperheroes]

🌬 HAPPY 4/20 🌿 🚬

[memyshelfandi234]

Ikr. I heard all the hate on it and I'm like bitch WHERE???? Where can I possibly find fault in this? In Andarna's sweet personality? In Tairn's grumpy and protective dad vibe? In Sgaeyl's unbothered bitch queen energy? In the amazing plot and just overall amazingness of Violet and Xayden? U gotta be smokin the devil's lettuce to be telling me that u find fault in this amazing book. I see nothing but genius 😤

will be listening to absolutely NO fourth wing hate or criticism, sorry. it's actually perfect and it possesses not a single flaw.

[viraltiger]

Smokin the devils lettuce with the devil himself! - See more viral images on ViralTiger.org

[lotorserectbang]

I don't need a valentine, I've got my good old friend, Mary Jane

🍁☘️🌱🌿😩💦

[asteroidtroglodyte]

I would very much like to emphasize that the “High Elves” are just… Stoners.

Dope smokers. Fond of the Devil’s Lettuce. Smokin’ that Herb. Getting groovy with some Grass. Stricken with the Reefer Madness. Smoking Marijuana cigarettes.

Idea: setting with your “Standard Fantasy Races” (human, elf, dwarf, orc, etc) but with American, as opposed to English, cultural codes.

Midwestern Dwarves with that sing-song Wisconsin accent; still forge-heads who don’t understand trees, but now they’re going “ope” and having arguments over which cheese is best.

New Yorker Elves; “my family, see, we been watching this here grove for 6, no, 7 centuries, see, and no one’s evah cut down no trees. So tell me, wise guy, what makes you Mr Lucky?”

Texan Giants, complete with the accents, the hats and boots, and the insane lack of ability to anticipate failure. Because. Also I want to draw a giantess cowgirl and just throw her in the general direction of the lesbians.

Mexican Gnomes; big families, fancy customized vehicles; fast-talking and fixing things in 5 seconds. Maybe make their food notoriously good too or something.

A lot of settings will have some sort of animistic race with some animal traits; usually that’ll be vaguely native-coded. In the interest of breaking out of ruts, I propose sea-otter furry-bait with a California coast culture, complete with chakras and crystals and such. I haven’t seen that done yet.

Our version of Orcs can be Florida Man, Fantasy Edition. Actually a fun loving, friendly group, the trouble is that their notions of “fun” can be deeply dangerous and definitely illegal. Crocodile pets. Just because.

Hmm… any other ideas or refinements are definitely welcome.

[100wizard]

My 8am got canceled❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[wccdpecker-blog]

OOC

          [ Me, reading the thread between Jose and Daffy: Aw, gee, I’m real glad these two are having such a good time doing drugs. ]