#the difference between a flower and a weed is judgment

[tking20]

The difference between a flower and a weed is judgment! Think about it 🤔

[thepleasureofconsciousness]

Love and Friendship 11/3/24

In 7th grade I made a life friend, this friend has always had a special place in my heart. She understood the realities of a somewhat troubled childhood, the lack of a good father figure, but also how to be a good person and the importance of staying focused on your work. One class we had together was dance, where we would laugh at any chance we got to be in each other's orbit. I loved when we got a chance to laugh until our abdominal muscles were on fire, or so hard we had to pee. These are some of my core memories and highlights of my life. As we are now 26/27 years old, 7th and 8th grade is over a decade ago. In high school, I transferred to a new district and we weren’t as able to see each other as we did the years prior. However, the love and respect we had for each other in middle school remains unchanged and so effortlessly constant. It warms my heart just writing that… and for that, I am so graciously grateful. 

Over the years between high school and now, I have had examples of friends that are not as kind, self-reflective, or accountable as she is. There is no hate in my heart for these people, as I know and understand we are all human, we all have poor experiences that have a tendency to taint our idea of love and how to properly treat others. What hurts most though is their inability to see when they are being unfair, hateful, unnecessarily judgmental, and saddest of all envious. As a person who is rooting for World Peace, jealousy is very ugly to me. It happens to us all, but we all have a choice to look at the subject through a different lense. No person is greater than another. Therefore it is pointless to hate someone for something they have, rather than enjoy the fact that it is possible. 

Currently, at 26, I have done some weeding of the people I choose to share my energy with outside of my immediate family. I choose those who nurture my ideas and ways of being, people who are a reflection of the gift of growth that is presented beautifully in life, people who take good care of me and I do for them, people that I can help with the spiritual wisdom I have gained so far. That is what friends are for me. My heart is filled with my lovely friends' ability to make a dark day bright, with just their choice of words. They are all so talented and beautiful. 

Working at the library I have gained a couple friendships as well, I have shared laughs, wisdom, insight, and expertise with these women. They are all such an inspiration and I truly believe we are reflections of one another, some days one or the other is not having the best day and my compliment or perspective will shine light on their tough day to make it just a little easier. I don’t take this ability for granted, it really pulls at my heartstrings seeing the impact of my words happening in real time. Most times they just come out of me, because my heart knows what is needed before my mind can catch just how impactful my choice of words can be. 

All of us are on our own personal curated journey. Billions of people, having an experience, we are all sensitive and complex by nature. I tend to picture us as plants, life itself experiencing itself. Alive and perfectly imperfect. None of us have it fully figured out, so having a friend to giggle about life’s imperfections with and speak kind, reassuring words over your life can be the difference between a nice strong stem for your flower, or a wilting struggling one. If you see a wilting spirit, feel free to speak life into them if they are open, even if they are just passing. Some people are waiting for that last sign of hope. Help God, by opening your heart, you are sharing the miracles of love. The stirring hope that gets good things done. 

I hope you are a friend today,

-Deyzya

Artwork: Déyzya, using Procreate, artistically inspired by the writing.

[premkibhasha]

Mental Health Matters: Understanding, Supporting, and Strengthening the Mind

In today’s fast-paced world, we often prioritize physical health, career, and productivity — but mental health is the foundation that holds everything together. Just like we care for our bodies, our minds need attention, compassion, and support.

Mental health is not a luxury; it’s a necessity for a balanced, fulfilling life.

**What is Mental Health?

Mental health refers to our emotional, psychological, and social well-being. It affects how we think, feel, act, make decisions, and relate to others. Good mental health doesn’t mean being happy all the time — it means being able to cope with life’s ups and downs in a healthy, constructive way.

Why Mental Health is Important

Improves Relationships**: Mental well-being enhances communication, empathy, and patience in relationships.

* **Boosts Productivity**: A healthy mind sharpens focus, motivation, and decision-making.* **Supports Physical Health**: Chronic stress and anxiety can lead to physical illnesses like heart disease or weakened immunity.

* **Increases Quality of Life**: Mental clarity brings peace, purpose, and satisfaction in daily living.---### **Common Mental Health Challenges***

**Anxiety Disorders**: Constant worry, panic attacks, social fear.*

**Depression**: Persistent sadness, fatigue, loss of interest.*

**Stress and Burnout**: Emotional exhaustion due to work or personal pressures.* *

*Addiction**: Using substances or behaviors to escape emotional pain.*

**Trauma & PTSD**: Emotional responses to past distressing experiences.

**How to Support Mental Health*

1. **Talk About It**Breaking the stigma starts with open conversation. It's okay to not be okay — and it’s powerful to seek help.####

2. **Practice Self-Care**Regular sleep, healthy eating, physical activity, and hobbies help restore emotional balance.####

3. **Mindfulness and Meditation**Daily mindfulness or deep-breathing exercises can reduce anxiety and improve focus.####

4. **Limit Social Media**While it's a tool for connection, excessive use can lead to comparison, loneliness, and low self-esteem.####

5. **Seek Professional Help**Therapists, counselors, and support groups can provide the guidance and tools you need to heal and grow.---### **How to Help Others*** **Listen Without Judgment*** **Offer Emotional Support, Not Solutions*** **Encourage Professional Help*** **Be Patient and Present**Sometimes, just being there for someone can make all the difference.---### **Final Thoughts**Mental health is just as vital as physical health. It deserves care, attention, and respect. Whether you’re thriving, surviving, or somewhere in between — remember, you're not alone. There’s strength in vulnerability and courage in reaching out.Let’s create a world where mental health is valued, conversations are open, and no one suffers in silence.---*“Your mind is a garden. Your thoughts are the seeds. You can grow flowers or you can grow weeds.���*— Anonymous

[darinarosalina]

The difference between a flower and a weed is a judgment. Everything is exquisite if you choose to perceive it to be just like this dress from @nakdfashion.

[californiacaregiversalliance]

Discover the Best Dispensaries in Los Angeles: Why CCA Silver Lake Stands Out

When it comes to exploring the thriving cannabis scene in Southern California, dispensaries in Los Angeles offer an unmatched variety of options. But if you're searching for high-quality cannabis products, knowledgeable staff, and a trustworthy experience, one name stands above the rest: CCA Silver Lake. Located in the heart of the vibrant Silver Lake neighborhood, CCA Silver Lake has established itself as one of the most respected and community-focused cannabis dispensaries in the city.

In this blog, we'll take a deep dive into what makes dispensaries in Los Angeles unique, how CCA Silver Lake is setting a new standard, and why your next cannabis stop should be at https://cca2go.com.

The Rise of Dispensaries in Los Angeles

Since the legalization of medical cannabis in California in 1996 and the further approval of recreational use in 2016, Los Angeles has become a hotspot for dispensaries. As of today, there are hundreds of licensed cannabis retailers across the city, serving everyone from first-time users to experienced connoisseurs.

The diversity in product selection, customer service, and ambiance is what sets the best dispensaries in Los Angeles apart from the rest. And in a market this competitive, standing out isn’t easy—unless you’re doing something truly special.

Enter CCA Silver Lake – A Legacy of Quality and Compassion

CCA Silver Lake isn’t just another cannabis dispensary—it's a pioneer in the Los Angeles cannabis community. Founded in 2006 as California Caregivers Alliance, the rebranded CCA Silver Lake remains committed to the same core principles: quality, safety, education, and compassion.

Located at the intersection of creativity and community, CCA Silver Lake serves locals and tourists alike with an authentic and welcoming cannabis experience. Whether you're looking for premium flower, edibles, concentrates, or pre-rolls, they offer only the highest quality, lab-tested products.

What Sets CCA Silver Lake Apart from Other Dispensaries in Los Angeles?

With so many cannabis retailers popping up across L.A., you may wonder what makes CCA Silver Lake different. Here's a closer look:

1. Location, Location, Location

Situated in the artsy, progressive neighborhood of Silver Lake, CCA Silver Lake blends right into its culturally rich surroundings. This area is known for its eclectic coffee shops, street art, music venues, and vegan eateries—making it the perfect backdrop for a forward-thinking cannabis destination.

2. Extensive Product Selection

CCA Silver Lake offers a curated selection of California’s best cannabis brands. From high-potency flower to CBD-rich products and everything in between, their product range caters to all preferences and experience levels. You’ll find trusted brands like:

STIIIZY

Raw Garden

Papa & Barkley

Wyld

Kiva

Alien Labs

And new products are added regularly, giving customers fresh options to explore every time they visit.

3. Unmatched Customer Service

One of the biggest advantages of visiting CCA Silver Lake is their highly knowledgeable and friendly staff. The budtenders here don’t just sell weed—they educate, guide, and listen. Whether you're new to cannabis or a seasoned vet, they’ll help you find exactly what you need, all in a judgment-free zone.

4. Deals and Discounts

Great cannabis doesn’t have to break the bank. CCA Silver Lake frequently runs specials and daily deals to help customers save money while getting premium products. From early bird discounts to first-time customer deals, there's always a way to save.

Why Locals Love CCA Silver Lake

In a city full of dispensaries, customer loyalty says everything. Locals keep coming back to CCA Silver Lake not only for the quality of products but for the warm, welcoming vibe the store provides.

Many reviewers highlight the relaxing store layout, the lack of pressure from staff, and the ease of ordering online or via kiosk. Whether you want to browse at your own pace or have a one-on-one consultation, CCA Silver Lake respects your time and your preferences.

CCA Silver Lake: A Leader in Safe, Legal Cannabis

With so many unlicensed dispensaries in L.A. still operating, it's crucial to choose a retailer that complies with all state and city regulations. CCA Silver Lake is a fully licensed cannabis retailer, offering safe, lab-tested, and legally compliant products.

Buying from a licensed dispensary ensures you're not exposing yourself to harmful chemicals, pesticides, or inaccurately labeled dosages. When you shop at CCA Silver Lake, you’re getting peace of mind along with your purchase.

Community-Driven and Customer-Focused

Beyond product sales, CCA Silver Lake is deeply embedded in the community. The dispensary actively supports local artists, musicians, and creators, and frequently participates in neighborhood events and fundraisers.

In a fast-paced city like L.A., where everything can feel transactional, CCA Silver Lake offers something that’s rare—genuine human connection. That’s why it’s often listed among the top dispensaries in Los Angeles.

A Look at the Online Experience

Cannabis and convenience go hand in hand, and CCA Silver Lake nails the online ordering process. Through https://cca2go.com, customers can:

Browse up-to-date menus

Read product descriptions and reviews

Place orders for delivery or pickup

Track specials and promos

The platform is user-friendly, mobile-optimized, and regularly updated, making shopping from home or on-the-go easier than ever.

Final Thoughts: Why CCA Silver Lake Is One of the Best Dispensaries in Los Angeles

In a crowded cannabis market, CCA Silver Lake has earned its spot as one of the best dispensaries in Los Angeles through a unique combination of legacy, quality, trust, and community care. Whether you're in Silver Lake or just passing through L.A., it's a must-visit destination for anyone who values premium cannabis and top-tier service.

Looking for the best dispensaries in Los Angeles? Make CCA Silver Lake your go-to spot. Visit CCA Silver Lake today to explore their full selection, get exclusive deals, and experience what makes this dispensary truly special.

[thefunke]

“The difference between a flower and a weed is a judgment.”

- Unknown

[unzipcraft]

Digging Deep: How Deep to Plant Gladiolus Bulbs?

Gladiolus Winter Hardiness

The most common zones of hardiness for standard Grandiflora gladioli(your typical garden gladioli) can be found in zones 8 or warmer. It is nevertheless well-known that if you cover the corms with good mulch it is possible to keep the plants alive even in zone 6 or 7 with specific species like "Nanus Hybrids." In cooler climates glad corms need to be removed, dried, and stored until winter months.

To ensure the most stunning flowers, plant glads in full sunlight (6 -8 hours sun every day) in soil that's well-drained and moderately fertile. They'll not thrive in soggy, heavy soil. Add the compost (humus) with your dirt to increase the consistency and fertility of your soil.

When to Plant Gladiolus

Plant gladiolus corms early in the spring, once the risk of frost is gone and the soil is warmed up to at the very least 55 degrees Fahrenheit (13degC).

From the date of your last frost until early summer, you can plant a new corm every 10 days or so. This will lead to constant blooms until early fall!

Based on the type, it will take between 60 and 90 days after the time that glads are planted to allow the corms of the plant to take root grow, develop, and then bloom.

How to Plant Gladiolus

Prepare your garden making use of a tiller or garden fork to loosen soil, which should be 12 - 15 inches of depth. After lifting the soil then mix in two to four inches layers of compost. You can also mix in old manure.

For blooms that are large For large-sized blooms, you should plant corms that measure at least 1 1/4 inches in diameter.

Place the corm into the hole approximately 4 inches deep, with the pointed side facing upwards. Then cover the corm with soil and then press it firmly.

The corms should be spaced 6-8 inches apart.

If you plant gladioli mostly to be cut flowers, place the flowers in rows. It's easier to care for the plants and collect the flowers.

If you are planting it alongside different flowers that are in the borders of beds, place them in clusters of seven or more to get the greatest impact.

The corms should be soaked in water prior to the time of planting.

If you're planting taller varieties ensure that you stake them prior to planting. Be cautious not to harm the corms using stakes.

How to Grow Gladiolus

Apply a 2 to 4 inch layer of mulch around your gladioli in order to keep the soil moist and prevent the growth of weeds.

If you only get less than one inch of rainfall per week, you should make sure to water your plants frequently all through summer. In other cases, you can water them less during growth to ensure that the soil stays damp.

Take out the dead or faded flowers to ensure that the flowers continue to bloom. When every flower on the plant are gone, cut the stem off about 2 to 3 inches over the soil.

Make sure you leave the plant in its original condition so that it will mature and develop the corms for the following season.

Winter Protection for Gladiolus

If you are in USDA Zone 8 or higher place in an adobe layer or straw to provide winter protection. Gladiolus will be kept in the ground throughout the winter months, provided that a strong freeze (28degF or lower) isn't a common occurrence in your region.

In colder areas (Zone seven or less colder) Dig out gladioli corms after the foliage is faded after the first frost of fall. A slight frost could destroy the foliage, but not the remainder of the plant. Make sure you dig up the gladiolus corms prior to an extremely cold freeze (28degF) otherwise the plants may be fatally damaged.

However, many gardeners who reside in "border" zones 6 and 7 have tried putting their gladiolus in the soil and discovered that they survived It's a judgment decision based on your microclimate and the variety of gladiolus and the climate shifts.

Digging Up and Storing Gladioli Corms

To get rid of the gladioli corms to use for Winter storage purposes, use these guidelines:

Make use of a spade to take the whole plant out by grasping the top of the plant to remove it from the soil. Avoid injury or bruising corms when digging. Shake off any dirt (do not rinse it off) and then discard the damaged corms. Cut the stalk to 1 or 2 inches over the corm. Keep the smaller cormels separate If you want to. They will flower within two to three years If you plant them every spring.

Let the corms remain dry under the shade for a day or 2 days if weather cooperates. Remove any soil that is not needed and put corms in wooden flats or tray. Then, let them rest in a warm and airy area for a period of about 2 weeks. Take and dispose of the oldest corms at the bottom (from the base of new corms).

Do not remove the husks from the corms.

Clean the corms by using a chemical called a fungicide ("bulb dust") to prevent health issues. Put bulbs and the dust in a bag of paper and shake it vigorously.

Place the corms into cloth or paper pantyhose bags, old onion bags. Hang the containers on a rack or stack them so that air can circulate among them. Keep the corms in a temperature of 35 to 45 degF (2 to 7 degrees Celsius) at a moderate humidity. Cool basements are appropriate. Don't allow corms to get frozen.

Plant these corms again in the spring to enjoy another beautiful year of blooms.

[mindsetmentor]

#Every Individual Is a Byproduct of Their Thoughts!

In the vast tapestry of human existence, our thoughts play a pivotal role in shaping who we are, what we become, and how we perceive the world around us. It is often said that we are the architects of our own lives, and at the heart of this creative process lies the power of our thoughts. In this blog, we will explore the profound idea that every individual is a byproduct of their thoughts.

The Seed of Creation: Thoughts

Imagine your mind as a fertile field, and your thoughts as the seeds sown into this rich soil. These thoughts are not mere fleeting ideas; they are the blueprints of our reality. Just as a skilled gardener carefully selects and tends to the seeds they plant, we must be mindful of the thoughts we cultivate.

Positive thoughts are like seeds of beautiful flowers. When nurtured, they bloom into a life filled with joy, optimism, and resilience. On the other hand, negative thoughts are like weeds that, if left unchecked, can overtake the garden of our mind, stifling the growth of positivity and potential.

Perception Shapes Reality

Our thoughts shape our perception of the world. Consider two individuals facing the same challenging situation: one with a positive outlook and the other with a negative one. The first individual may see opportunities and solutions, while the second may perceive only obstacles and despair. This stark difference in perception arises from the thoughts that have taken root in their minds.

Our thoughts not only influence our perception but also determine our emotional responses. Positive thoughts generate feelings of happiness, gratitude, and hope, while negative thoughts breed stress, anxiety, and discontent. Thus, our thoughts have a direct impact on our emotional well-being.

The Power of Self-Fulfilling Prophecies

The relationship between thoughts and reality extends beyond perception. Psychologists have long studied the concept of self-fulfilling prophecies, where a belief or expectation influences a person's behavior in such a way that it causes that belief or expectation to come true.

For example, if someone believes they are not capable of success, they may subconsciously sabotage their own efforts, leading to failure. Conversely, those who believe in their abilities tend to persist, overcome obstacles, and ultimately achieve their goals. This phenomenon underscores the profound influence of thoughts on our actions and outcomes.

Cultivating a Positive Thought Garden

Understanding that our thoughts shape our reality, it becomes clear that nurturing a positive thought garden is essential for personal growth and fulfillment. Here are some steps to help you cultivate a more positive mindset:

Awareness: Start by becoming aware of your thoughts. Pay attention to the patterns and recurring themes in your thinking.

Challenge Negative Thoughts: When negative thoughts arise, challenge their validity. Are they based on facts, or are they distorted perceptions?

Practice Gratitude: Regularly acknowledge and appreciate the positive aspects of your life. Gratitude can shift your focus from lack to abundance.

Surround Yourself with Positivity: Spend time with people who uplift you and engage in activities that bring you joy.

Visualize Success: Use the power of visualization to imagine your goals and dreams coming true. This can boost your confidence and motivation.

Mindfulness and Meditation: These practices can help you observe your thoughts without judgment and promote inner peace.

Conclusion

In the grand tapestry of life, every individual is indeed a byproduct of their thoughts. Our thoughts are the foundation upon which we build our reality, shape our perceptions, and determine our actions. By nurturing a garden of positive thoughts, we can create a life filled with purpose, resilience, and fulfillment. Remember, you have the power to choose the seeds you plant in the garden of your mind, so choose wisely and watch your world blossom with possibilities.

[eatfood-nottoomuch-mostlyplants]

“The only difference between a flower and a weed is judgment” – Wayne Dyer [850x400]

[goldentreecannabis]

Your Friendly Guide to Finding the Right Cannabis Store in Brampton

Introduction

Let’s be real — navigating the world of cannabis can be a bit overwhelming. Whether you’re a newbie or a seasoned user, finding the right weed store in Brampton that feels trustworthy, affordable, and well-stocked can feel like searching for a needle in a haystack. From understanding the difference between products like milled flower weed to finding a reputable cannabis retail dispensary, it’s a lot to take in.

Understanding the Cannabis Boom in Brampton

Brampton has become a hot spot for cannabis culture since legalization hit Canada. The demand for diverse, quality cannabis products has grown exponentially. As a result, more dispensaries are setting up shop to meet the needs of a population that ranges from young professionals exploring cannabis recreationally to older adults seeking relief from aches and pains. This cultural shift has transformed Brampton into a leading cannabis hub in Ontario.

What Makes a Good Weed Store in Brampton?

Not every weed store offers the same experience. The best cannabis stores are clean, welcoming, and stocked with knowledgeable staff who can guide you without judgment or confusion. A great dispensary makes customers feel comfortable, whether it’s their first visit or their fiftieth. What really sets a top-tier store apart is its ability to educate and connect with the community while offering fair pricing and quality products.

Cannabis Retail Dispensary: What Is It Really?

A cannabis retail dispensary is a licensed store where you can legally purchase cannabis products. These aren’t shady corners or pop-up shops — they’re professionally managed and regulated establishments that adhere to strict safety and health standards. You’ll find everything from dried flower and edibles to oils and vape pens. Shopping here ensures you’re getting tested, approved products — not something questionable from an unregulated source.

Product Spotlight: Milled Flower Weed

Milled flower weed is essentially pre-ground cannabis flower. Think of it as the convenience version of traditional bud — just like buying ground coffee instead of beans. It’s a favorite among busy consumers who want to skip the hassle of grinding their own product. Perfect for rolling joints or using in a vaporizer, milled flower provides consistency in texture and dosage. It also tends to be more discreet, as it doesn’t have the strong aroma of freshly ground weed.

Recreational vs Medicinal Cannabis

Legal Aspects You Should Know

Buying cannabis legally in Brampton means knowing and respecting the rules. You must be at least 19 years old to purchase or consume cannabis. You can carry up to 30 grams in public and must buy it from licensed retailers. Driving under the influence is strictly prohibited, and public consumption is limited to certain areas. It’s always best to check Ontario’s official guidelines before making a purchase or lighting up.

Top Features to Look for in a Cannabis Store

When choosing a cannabis store, focus on more than just product range. A good dispensary should also offer a safe, welcoming space, easy-to-understand labels, and expert advice.

Look out for:

Licensed, lab-tested products

Clear THC/CBD labeling

Friendly and informed staff

Comfortable, organized layout

Loyalty programs or promotions

Online vs In-Store Shopping

Shopping online offers privacy and convenience, making it great for those who know what they want. Most weed store brampton offer websites with real-time inventory and home delivery options.

In contrast, shopping in-store allows you to see and sometimes smell products before buying. You can also speak with budtenders to get tailored recommendations. For first-time buyers or those exploring new products, in-store visits provide a more informative and hands-on experience.

How to Read Cannabis Product Labels

Reading a cannabis label may seem like decoding a puzzle at first, but once you know what to look for, it becomes second nature. Start with the THC and CBD content — THC is the psychoactive component, while CBD is more therapeutic and non-intoxicating. Next, note the strain type (Indica, Sativa, or Hybrid) and recommended usage. Product labels also include batch numbers and expiration dates, ensuring transparency and safety.

Top 5 Cannabis Stores in Brampton

There are several standout cannabis stores in Brampton that consistently receive high ratings for service, product quality, and atmosphere.

Here are five worth checking out:

Tokyo Smoke — Stylish interiors and very knowledgeable staff.

ShinyBud Cannabis Co. — Known for its excellent selection and frequent promotions.

Sessions Cannabis — Community-focused with a welcoming vibe.

Cannabis Xpress — Efficient service and a solid online shopping platform.

Green Token Cannabis — Emphasizes premium quality and great customer service.

Each store has something unique to offer, so explore a few to find your favorite.

Best Practices for First-Time Buyers

Walking into a cannabis store for the first time can be a bit nerve-wracking, but it doesn’t have to be. Start by being honest about your experience level — staff will appreciate it and offer better guidance. Ask questions about effects, strains, and usage methods. Take your time reading labels and don’t rush into buying the strongest THC product available. Remember: starting low and going slow is key to a good first experience.

How Pricing Works in Weed Stores

Pricing in cannabis stores depends on several factors including product type, quality, brand, and THC/CBD levels. Dried flower is generally sold by weight (grams), and prices range from budget-friendly to premium. Edibles and oils are priced based on dosage and volume. While some products may seem pricey, keep in mind you’re paying for tested, regulated cannabis — not something unreliable from the black market.

Understanding Cannabis Strains

Cannabis comes in three main types: Indica, Sativa, and Hybrid. Indica strains are known for their relaxing effects, perfect for unwinding at night. Sativa strains offer energizing and uplifting effects, making them better for daytime use. Hybrids offer a balance of both, catering to those who want a bit of everything. Understanding strains helps you choose products that suit your mood and needs.

Customer Reviews: Why They Matter

Final Thoughts and Recommendations

Finding the right cannabis store in Brampton is a journey worth taking. From high-quality milled flower weed to edibles and vapes, the city has options for every type of user. Focus on stores that make you feel welcome and provide the information you need to make informed choices. Cannabis is about exploration, education, and enjoyment — so take your time and choose wisely.

FAQs

1. What’s the best weed store in Brampton for beginners? Tokyo Smoke and Sessions Cannabis are great for beginners thanks to their friendly staff and easy-to-understand layout.

2. Is milled flower weed less potent than regular flower? Nope! Milled flower weed is just as potent. It’s pre-ground for convenience but offers the same effects as whole flower.

3. Can I get cannabis delivered in Brampton? Yes, many dispensaries offer delivery and online ordering through their websites.

4. Do I need ID to enter a cannabis retail dispensary? Yes. You must present valid government-issued photo ID showing you’re 19 or older.

5. Are all weed stores in Brampton legal? Only licensed stores are legal. Always check for licensing info on-site or on the store’s website.

[cherrypikkins]

Dedue: The only difference between a flower and a weed is judgment.

Dimitri: And appetite!

Dedue: No, your highness.

[unknownwriting]

Hiiiii, can I request of Ace survived b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ f̶u̶c̶k̶ A̶k̶a̶i̶n̶u̶ and his s/o was pregnant with his child then after 2 years of time skip (they don't know Ace survived) can please Luffy & Sabo reunited with Ace, to his s/o and child and having family moments 🥺🥺🥺 👉👈

ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ- requested ^^

ｗｏｒｄ ｃｏｕｎｔ - 2.9 k, i honeslty could write a whole book 

ｓｏｎｇ ｉｎｓｐｏ- i love you - billie eilish

ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ - Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Monkey D. Luffy

ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ - None :)

ａ/ｎ- my sense of time is fucked. I could’ve swore it was Tuesday...but i still had a lot of fun writing this. I cried half the time but Ace 🥺🥺 so I hope you enjoy

(unedited)

“The weeds!! The weeds Luffy!! Not the flowers!” (Y/n) shouted as she leaned out the kitchen window. Even then Luffy still began to yank out the barely budding roses. For as much as he wanted to do the garden, Luffy sucks at it. (Y/n) eyes trailed over to the small pile of weeds and roses, where Luffy continued to toss the roses in. Let out a heavy sigh, (Y/n) called out to him again, “Luffy! Not the roses!”

“Huh?” Luffy hummed as he looked up and around before finally making eye contact with (Y/n). She scoffed at her absent-minded brother-in-law as she stated again,

“Your weeding the weeds, not the roses.”

“Eh? But they all look the same?” Luffy hummed as he looked back to the pile of weeds and roses then back to the rosebuds in his hands.

“See the little green ball on top of that the stem, those are roses that have yet to bloom. Those need to stay in the ground so they can bloom, what your getting is the other green plants.” (Y/n) explained as she pointed down the weeds that surrounded the roses. Luffy’s eyes followed as he began to finally see the difference between the 2. And with a chuckle, Luffy had gone back to work pulling out only the weeds this time. (Y/n) scoffed once again as she leaned back from the window and turned around on her heel and looked back at her blonde brother-in-law. She was so grateful for Sabo and Luffy. They sat through everything with her and supported her throughout it too.  Keeping her safe and healthy when she found out about Ace’s death, being there to help her through her pregnancy even sitting with her through her labor, and even now they still come and visit her regularly, checking up on her and her family. The trio of brothers are the best people she has ever met. Brightening her smile, she shook her head and began to walk past them.

“Ya’know for as much as Luffy wanted to do the garden, you’d think he’s at least how to do it.” (Y/n) sighed as she made her way next to Sabo at the table. She had taken a spot right next to him and picked up the pair of pants she was stitching back together. Sabo continued to shuffle through some paper as he glanced over at (Y/n) and chuckled.

“Well, you pretty much banned him from doing anything else. The garden is the only thing Luffy can do now.” Sabo pointed out, taking the pile of papers in his hands and setting them to the side, then began working on the other pile.

“...It’s his fault for being so reckless. If he’s your brother you should’ve raised him better.” (Y/n) huffed, cutting the string off the pants and tying them up. (Y/n) was currently fixing a pair of Estelle’s pants that were destroyed when he and Luffy were playing. It wouldn’t be a big of a problem if it wasn’t one of Estelle’s good pants. It was one of the best days Estelle had though, so it was easy for (Y/n) not to get too mad.

“Ace was the one who was the closest to him. I lost my memories although that time.” Sabo answered, as his gaze shifted down to the paperwork

“Looks like Imma have to call Ace out on that then-”

“Mama!!” A loud voice had shouted as the door to the small house swung open and a small (h/c) colored child had rushed in. (Y/n) was quick to drop the pants and open her arms to greet home her child.

“Estelle! Welcome back, baby.” (Y/n) smiled brightly as she gave a huge hug to her child. Estelle giggled and happily hugged back. Estelle wasn’t gone for long, only about 3 hours but it was easy to tell that he missed his mom. He definitely takes after his dad, being a very family-orientated person. Standing up from her chair, she pulled away from Estelle yet keeping him on her hip, she smiled, “We’re you nice to Doctor Cherry?”

“Yeah, she even gave me a candy.” Estelle proudly shouted as he stuck out his tongue and showed (Y/n) its blue color.

“Wow, You must’ve been such a good boy. I bet Dcotor Cherry was happy to spend the day with you.” (Y/n) smiled, as she set Estelle back on the floor and looked up at the red-haired lady that stood at the door.

“Of course, Estelle’s one of my best patients.” Cherry smiled as she looked down at Estelle. Estelle giggled loudly as grinned up from his mother's side. Cherry was another person who stood by (Y/n) when she was going through such a hard time, helping (Y/n) nurse back to health and helped a lot with the pregnancy. She was another that was close like family. As Cherry took a step into the house, she had opened her mouth to speak again but Sabo and Luffy were quick to interrupt.

“You’re not even gonna say hi to your uncles. Estelle, you make us so sad.” Sabo teased as he and Luffy walked up to join (Y/n). Quickly turning around to the sound of the voices, Estelle smiled brightly again.

“Uncle Sabo, Uncle Luffy!!” Estelle shouted as he jumped into their arms. The boys were quick to hug back and spoil Estelle in all types of affections. (Y/n) smiled at the view, that's one of the many things that she wants Estelle to learn that no matter what family is always important. With Estelle already being a very family-oriented person, it seemed that (Y/n) didn’t have much of a lesson to teach. Giggling to herself, (Y/n) turned back to Cherry to see what she was gonna say early. Once Cherry had seen that (Y/n) was back on her, she began again,

“Someone was asking around for you early today. I’m not sure who, but he seemed almost desperate.” Cherry explained as she watched (Y/n) face twist into shock and just for a moment, there was a huge flash of hope in her eyes that seemed to cloud her judgment for a moment. It was for a brief moment, but even with that flash of hope Cherry could tell that (Y/n) wants, more like needs, to see who it is.

“Asking for (Y/- Ow!!” Sabo hisses as he quickly pulled his arm towards him and began to rub the red spot that Estelle pinched, “He’s still in his pinching phase? I thought we were over that.”

“With Estelle? Of course not, he still goes around pinching everything and everyone. I’ve been trying to get him to stop but he doesn’t want to. I’m surprised that you thought he grew ou-”

“Ow, ow, ow, ow!! My nipples!!” Luffy cried as he pushed Estelle away from him. With the pain still written over his face, Luffy cupped his nipples and hissed. (Y/n) laughed as she watched Luffy sit there trying to soothe the pain running through him.

“Yeah no, he’s still pinching.” (Y/n) laughed before her, and Sabo, both turned back to Cherry and continued to question her.

“Who’s looking for (Y/n)?” Sabo questioned. It was easy to tell that his overprotectiveness was kicking him. The only response that Sabo got from Cherry was a shrug and then slowly walking out of the house as if to lead the others. Sabo then turned to look at (Y/n) asking the same question to which (Y/n) only ended up shrugging too.

“I’m not sure. Sail with Ace and Whitebeard-san I’ve met a lot of people, so I don’t know.”

Sabo hummed in response as he began to follow Cherry outside. Something inside of (Y/n) made her so anxious, but something has her heart racing, palms sweating, and her legs aching. Something about this guest just had her body aching, as if she couldn’t sit still. In the back of her mind, a small voice continued to echo, but there was no way it could be true. He’s dead, he passed away 2 years ago. Last time (Y/n) you can’t raise the dead either. So with one last shaky sigh, (Y/n) began to make her way out the door and towards Sabo and Cherry. Trying to push back her feelings, it’s like this every time, always getting her hopes up only for them to come crashing down. She tries to keep her cool.

“So, does it look like anyone we know?” (Y/n) questioned, as she took a spot next to Sabo’s side. Sabo let out a small grunt as he squinted his eyes to see the figure. (Y/n) had followed suit. Just at the bottom of the hill stood a man with broad shoulders. He looked around confused as he stumbled around the bottom of the hill. A soft laugh left her lips as she watched him, he looks so out of place.

“I-I-I….I don’t wanna jump to conclusions here, (Y/n), but doesn’t that look like-“

It didn’t take long for the man to make eye contact with the 2 at the top of the hill. He starred for a moment as if he was taking in the view before he smiles brightly and slowly began to make his way up. As if the world has stopped around (Y/n). That smile. That was the same smile that started this whole adventure, that made her happy even on the saddest days, that was the same smile that she fell in love with.  It was hard to believe. As if time itself has stopped, (Y/n) stood there speechless. She couldn’t even muster a sound or a reaction. Something like this never happens, maybe one in a million but last time she checked the skeleton on Luffy’s crew was the one. This was impossible, it had to be a prank or something. This couldn’t be happening and just as (Y/n) had open her mouth and rat at the person standing below them a laugh echoed through the field. It was real, this is all real. That laugh was one she couldn’t and wouldn’t forget. That laugh belongs to her later lover,

“Ace.” Breathlessly and barely above a whisper was all she could do. She was scared if she said it any loud she would have started to cry right there. (Y/n) began to inch forwards slowly trying to wake her body up and tell it to move. God, if only she could wake it up faster. Soon enough those baby steps turn into bigger ones then fast ones, then finally she was running. She was running as fast as her feet could carry her down the hill. Tears swiftly fell from her eyes as she made her way to her lover. Maybe dreams do come true. After all these days, weeks, months of wishing, her wish came true. And even now it’s better than what she wished for.

Not being able to stop herself and not even trying to, (Y/n) jumped straight into Ace’s warm embrace for the first time in years. Automatically (Y/n) inhales deeply taking in Ace’s smell of burnt ambers and sunk deeper into his strong and warm embrace. By now she couldn’t help the waterworks from coming. Neither could Ace, the 2 of them held each other close, taking in each other scent and loving embrace. As if this moment latest forever, the 2 of them didn’t let go for as long as they could. However, (Y/n) can only cry so much into his shoulder before taking a deep breath. So barely pulling away and with a red-eyed and snot-filled face, (Y/n) smiled as she tried to speak up the loudest and clearest she could.

“Y-y-y-your… you’re alive!! Ace is alive. Your alive!!” (Y/n) cried as she tried to call out to the others however your attention was all on Ace. She was scared that if she looked away he would disappear, so she kept her around him and locked her eyes with his.

“I’m alive. I’m really alive.” Ace sobbed back keeping his eyes locked with (Y/n)’s. She didn’t even care if his voice has reached them, she doesn’t want it to reach them. All she wants is to be with Ace now. Smiling through her tears, she pulled her hand up to Ace’s cheeks and began to rub her thumb against his freckled cheeks feeling his rough skin against hers. Ace, still through his tears, smiled and hummed as he leads into her hand, enjoying the softness and warmth her hands had provided. This moment should last forever, they both wished. Just as (Y/n) has dropped her hand to his chest and was able to lean in to kiss his lips that she wanted to feel and taste once again, 2 pairs of very loud footsteps came behind them. Before the 2 of them could even react, 2 bodies came crashing down onto them.

“Ace!!” The 2 of them sobbed as all of the 4 bodies fell over in the grass. Both Luffy’s and Sabo’s sobs could be heard for miles, like (Y/n) and Ace, they couldn’t hold back their tears. So all 4 of them laid on the ground and just sobbed, they couldn’t do anything else. Each one of them held onto the other with such an iron grip, it was hard to breathe but nobody wanted to move. The only time they moved was when Ace pulled back and started at Sabo for a while trying to figure out who it was.

“S-s...sabo. Y-you’re alive too?!!” Ace gasped as he could feel more tears falling. Sabo looked up and smile at him, nodding. And Just with that simple nod both of the boys began to cry even harder and the hug got tighter. This whole hug was a mess, they were all crying loudly. People in the village soon came to even check on them but none of them cared. After 2 years each of their dreams had come true and nothing else mattered.

“Welcome home, Ace.”

~~

“Luffy don’t-!” (Y/n) tried to protest all she wanted, but as soon as she had put down the food, Luffy was all over it. And taking after his uncle, Estelle was right there digging into the food with Luffy. Let a heavy sigh past her lips as she walked back into the kitchen to get the rest of the food.

“Oi! Luffy save some for us!!” Ace’s voice rang through the house as a loud thump followed along with Luffy groaning in pain. Like music to her ears, hearing Ace’s voice once again causes (Y/n) so much happiness and relief. Having her black-haired lover back is the best feeling in the world.

After all 4 of them had somehow managed to stop the tears, they didn’t spend a moment from each other. Where ever one went the others always followed because they were all scared that if they left then Ace would disappear. Although, out of the whole reunion, being able to reunite Estelle with his father was the best part. Luckily he’s only 2 so things weren’t awkward and he was able to quickly adapt to Ace. Being again to finally introduce Ace to his son and Estelle to his father was by far the best part. It only made (Y/n) cry even more.

“Hey, Daddy you can’t hit Uncle Luffy. Mama will get mad at you.” Estelle laughed as he waved around the bone. Even the word was foreign to Ace, it still took him a while to get used to even being a dad. But after staring at Estelle for a moment, just taking in the fact that Estelle’s actually his kid. Ace chuckled and smiled.

“Oh, will she now? Last time I check, I think I can handle your mother when she’s angry.” Ace chuckled as he leads back in his chair and crossed his arms. She could cry just looking at him. After all these years he hasn’t changed a bit. Messy black hair, freckled skin, a huge smile that could light up the room. The only thing that had changed, was the giant burn mark on his stomach. It was huge and very upsetting but it’s not like Ace didn’t have scars from before. With one last shaky breath, (Y/n) pushed back any sadness she had and quickly replaced it with joy. There is no way (Y/n) was gonna be sad.

“You better think again fire boy.” (Y/n) had stated as she hit the back of his head while she took a seat next to him at the table. Ace hissed at the pain while Estelle laughed in response. Sabo and Luffy were quick to follow in suit. All their laughter sounded like music to her ear. There really wasn’t anything else she could wish for. Ace was back, she’s having dinner with her family, and she was happy. It was all too perfect, it was almost like this whole thing was a dream. God, (Y/n) was terrified that it was all just a dream. The thought of having them go back to a time where Ace was gone and that-

“Ouch.” (Y/n) hissed as she grabbed her arm. Looking over next to her, she saw Estelle gigging up at her. Estelle and his pinches are gonna be the death of her.

“You so deserve that for early. Good job, Estelle, you’re learning quickly.” Ace laughed out loud as he looked over at his son. Estelle smiled bright and laughed along with him. (Y/n) couldn’t even be mad, but she wasn’t about to let Ace get away with it.

“Oh, you watch it, because last time I checked Estelle was still a mommy’s boy just like his father.”

[fantastic-miss-fatemeh]

Love this 🥰 stop weed discrimination!

[marshmallowprotection]

I just realized that GE Saeran would probably appreciate one of my favorite sayings!

"The difference between a flower and a weed is a judgment"

I've always loved flowers that many dislike and call weeds (dandelions, clover flowers, violets, etc) so I love this saying very much~ 😊💗

Wasn't there a line in Ray's route that was, "If we think it, even weeds can be flowers" or something similar?

You’re most definitely right! It’s actually something that we, the player, say to Suit Saeran because he thinks of himself as a useless weed. But that’s right, if you’re trying to see something from another angle, you can see something that you’ve never seen before. Weeds aren’t ugly or useless. 

Think about a dandelion, for example. Some people do not care for them, and yet, we hold them close and make a wish upon them. They don’t have to be ugly if we look at them as something hopeful... the same way that we try to tell Suit Saeran that he isn’t a monster and he isn’t ugly... he just needs to look and see himself from another angle.

[masterjedilenawrites]

The Helmeted Hunter: Chapter 2

Boba Fett x Reader

Chapter Warnings: N/A

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

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Chapter 2: Little Shop of Everything

He stood in front of your cage with his hands on his hips, staring at you... or perhaps the bars... or the wall. Who could tell. It was like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. You figured you were probably the first of his prisoners to make such a request and now he had to decide on the logistics. A part of you couldn't help but feel special, to be the first of something. But mostly you were just uncomfortable waiting for him to make up his mind about whatever decision he was wresting with.

Finally he moved, opening the barred door and gesturing for you to stand. He removed the shackles from your wrists, which were hurting the more you wore them. They weren't tight, but they were heavy, as if made to restrain someone - or something - bigger than you. He was silent as he guided you to the back of the ship. When you reached the hatch that would lead outside, he halted and rummaged through a compartment in the wall.

You peered curiously over his shoulder. He pulled out two objects, one of which he promptly snapped over your upper left forearm.

"Ow," you said. It hadn't hurt, but you felt the need to say it anyway.

There was a low red light pulsing from the cuff now on your arm, and a matching light flickered on the other object that he held. He stuck it against the wall before pushing a button on a nearby control panel and opening the hatch door.

"Run too far and you get shocked," was the only explanation he gave about the bizarre set of actions that just occurred.

You glanced at the light on your arm uneasily, hating how it glowed ominously. How unnecessary. As if you would try to run given your situation.

You followed him down the ramp and into the daylight. It took you a minute of furious blinking to adjust to the sudden brightness. You hadn't expected to recognize the planet you'd landed on, but you were still disappointed by its unfamiliar appearance nonetheless. The ground was mostly dirt with the occasional weed poking through. Buildings were scattered haphazardly across the plain, no sense of order or pattern to them. A group of kids from various species kicked a ball around in the distance. Their laughter and shouts carried over in the slight breeze passing by.

Boba Fett was ahead of you, marching toward a building that didn't seem any different than the others, but you trusted his judgment and picked up your pace to follow. A strange smell hit you as soon as you walked through the doorway. It didn't take you long to pinpoint it was coming from the strange looking animal being roasted on a spit behind the cash counter.

"Get what you need," Boba Fett instructed as he turned away down the first aisle.

You were in some kind of store, though you couldn't figure out what kind as it seemed to have everything. There was fresh food being made on one end. Strings of dried meats and fruits hung like vines from the ceiling. The shelves and stands themselves had every item imaginable, from tools to shoes to stuffed animals to medicine. One wall had coats hanging, in every color of the rainbow. In the back corner seemed to be a bunch of brightly lit lamps.

You passed by it all slowly and in awe. Much like the buildings outside, there was no rhyme or reason to where anything was. You found a box of nuts and bolts next to a stand of fresh flowers, which was just across from a stack of designer pillows, which was above a row of pill bottles. You had no clue where to begin looking for what you needed.

The only employee was a creature with six arms sitting on a stool by the register. It looked to be asleep. You decided to keep wading through the aisles until you either lucked out or ran into Boba Fett again and asked for his assistance.

You twisted and turned around the store, surprised such a small place could hold so much. You were trying to make mental notes of all the things you saw, in case one day you made it back home and needed details for the story you'd tell your family.

Your family.

You'd been trying your very best to not think about them, to just live from moment to moment until you could finally make it back. But every so often, and without much warning, you'd find their faces flashing in your mind and a pang of sadness would hit you square in the chest.

Thankfully some clothes caught your eye from the next stand over and you forced yourself to shake off the feeling. If no one could tell you were wearing the same clothes you'd been teleported in several days ago by their wrinkled and dusty appearance, they certainly could by the smell. You draped a few articles over your arm as you passed by, figuring it was worth a shot to try buying them. You had been told to get what you need, after all....

Several minutes later and Boba Fett ended up circling his way back around to you, finding you scowling between two almost identical boxes of tampons. Everything on the products was in a strange language. You'd seen the symbols on the Slave I, but they were nothing like the languages from your planet.

"What does this say?" you asked, pointing to a group of symbols on one box that you'd finally deciphered were not on the other.

"Organic," the man grunted before walking past you and back toward the front of the store.

You decided organic was too hippy for your comfort, especially considering there was mystery sausage hanging just above your head, and so you grabbed the other box and hastily made your way to the counter.

Boba Fett didn't protest to the clothes you tossed onto the pile, much to your surprise and relief. Also surprising were the few things he'd picked up for himself: a razor, blaster cartridges, and a book. Again, you couldn't understand the symbols on it to tell if it was more of a manual or a bedtime story. You secretly hoped it was the later. Anything to show this strange man wasn't as dark and serious as he tried to come across.

The six-armed creature was ringing up the items while also shaving meat off the animal on the spit. Boba Fett was pointing to it and speaking in an unknown tongue. As you waited for the additional purchase, your eyes wandered to a section of the back wall that was filled with posters and other notices. Some were old and starting to fall off. But there was one that was newer, tacked over the top of the others. At the top in a large font were a few of those strange symbols. And at the bottom, a blurred picture of a face.

Your face.

[iwantitiwriteit]

Love Lockdown - Part 2

Big Girl With a Brave Face

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You brace yourself for your FaceTime with Chris.

Warnings: Angst, Pandemic backdrop, Profanity

Notes: More heart strumming feels! Read the previous part! Gonna try and put these up on Monday’s starting next week 8/10, along with In My Feelings Monday™, when my asks will be open for all your romantic musings! Let’s get sweet and sappy y’all! I know you wanna 🥰 

The sun shines down, a crisp wind whisking by you every so often; applause for your hard work in the garden. You found a circadian rhythm. Grasp, pull, dump. Grasp, pull, dump. It afforded you an opportunity to get lost in thought… and memory. 

You just don’t get it, do you?

Baby, I want to!

Why didn’t you say anything?

Would it have mattered?

I think we can both agree we need the space…

We need to talk…

I love you.

I love you too.

“Are you okay Aunty?” Iris’ innocent voice drifts into your trance but doesn’t break it completely.

You absentmindedly respond. “Uh huh. Why do you ask?”

“Probably ‘cos you're pulling at those weeds so ferociously I think you might’ve got a few good plants,” Ines answers for her younger sister, the teenage ‘tude snapping you to reality.

You assess your handiwork and sure enough, in your pile of weeds, some good plants lie there with them, undeservedly plucked from the earth. “Oh, my bad,” you sheepishly apologize.

“It’s okay. The only difference between a weed and a flower is judgment. Here,” Ines shuffles over to your spot. 

“Ines, you’re wise beyond your years, you know that?” You stand up, placing your palms on your lower back, arching and stretching in a moment of respite. Looking over your nieces tending to the greenery you botched, their youthful vigor bring a genuine smile to your face. Those have been few and far in between these days. 

“I know, right? Could you tell my mom for me?” she kids, making you laugh. “It couldn’t have been that long since it was you and Mama doing this,” Ines smirks at you briefly before refocusing on rerooting.

You chuckle, “Ha! Feels like a lifetime ago. But, yeah, it really hasn’t been that long. Guess I just kinda lost touch.”

“Do you miss it? Do you miss being here?” Iris asks. 

“Umm… honestly?” The both of them look up at you, eyes wide and expectant. “I thought I didn’t. L.A. can be blinding in that way. But now that I’m here, I feel a little more… myself. Not to mention that I’ve missed you girls soo much! C’mere!”

A niece under each arm, hugging your middle tightly, you can feel how much they’ve missed you as well. You want to be a better aunt to them. Your love for your family is as expansive as the family farm you marvel at in front of you. Acres of green going beyond the quaint garden near the house, with the barn just behind the rustic office and rec building where the farmers are currently gathered for lunch just a few feet away. But your feelings were much like half your sister’s employees as of late; they didn’t show, especially in crisis.

Through one of the windows, you catch sight of a familiar profile; hand to his temple pressing deep into his smooth, mahogany skin, thick, dark brows knitted together in concentration, plump lips puckered as he writes furiously, occasionally taking a bite of his sandwich. He must feel your eyes because he looks up to meet them, breaking focus from his working lunch. The hand that was to his temple is now raised for a tentative wave, just as the corner of his mouth is raised for a beautiful, sweet smile. 

Your shoulders tense, your wave is curt, and your smile is barely there. You avert your eyes not wanting to see the effect of your abrupt actions. 

“I know Keith is glad you’re back, too.” You look down to see Iris looking up at you, her 10 year old face contorted into her best suggestive look. 

Ines rolls her eyes at her sister’s antics, “Oh, stop it! She’s already got the most perfect, dreamy boyfriend, remember?”

“Well, I’ve never met him. Have you? How do we know if he’s even real?”

“She’s got a point. Why haven’t we met him yet?”

“If he thinks he's too good to come down south, meet your family, let me tell you something Aunty, that’s not the kind of man you should be with.”

“I don’t think Aunty had ‘take dating advice from a child’ on her quarantine to-do list. Maybe he’s just busy; he is a movie star— correction— a superhero! Superhero equals stable income, stable income means husband material. Simple math.”

“Well, Keith has a stable and would never be too busy for her!”

“Keith runs a stable… a horse stable. Not exactly a selling point, right Aunty?”

“Aunty, tell her she’s wrong!”

The girls get to bickering and you wipe your forehead, not too sure if it’s from the heat or the interrogation you’re enduring. You check your watch. 1:39 pm.

“Shit!” Your exclamation silences your nieces as they whip their heads towards you. “Sorry ladies,” you offer an apologetic smile for the obscenity. “I, uh, gotta get ready for a call. Let’s turn it in early, yeah?” They race in the house without a second thought, and you trail behind them.

You remove your shoes in the mud room, then stalk down the hall toward the main part of the house. You wave to your sister as you pass her home office where she’s pacing, busy on the phone, swamped in paperwork. She waves you over with a confused face and shrugs as she sees her girls buzzing around.

You go to lean in the door jamb of her office as she asks, “What brings y’all inside so early? Wasn’t expecting you to be back in for another couple hours.”

“I have that FaceTime call at 2 I gotta get ready for, remember?”

“Right, right… remind me again. It’s for a writing gig?” she asks, sifting through her mountain of papers, as distracted as she was this morning when you told her your afternoon plans.

“Uh, no. It’s um, with… Chris,” your voice trails off with each word.

Your sister whips her head around, interest now piqued. “Really? That’s good, right?”

You shrug and sigh, indifference in your expression, “It’s, y'know… whatever, Mina.”

Wilhelmina furrows her brows, “What’s wrong?” Before you could contemplate an excuse, she puts a finger up to you, “Yes, thank you, I’m trying to get in touch with…” she answers to the person on the other line.

Your watch buzzes with your 15 minute reminder for your FaceTime with Chris. “I gotta go,” you tell your sister, before turning to head upstairs. The ascension to the second level feels like a death march, the impending doom of your relationship finally setting in. Each step feels increasingly weighted. Once at the top of the staircase, you pinch the bridge of your nose as if that will alleviate your anxieties. 

“Let’s get you ready,” Wilhelmina’s maternal voice drifts to you as she comes up the stairs, melting your nerves a little. She shoots you a pity smile before ushering you into your guest room, where you make a B-line for the bathroom.

You take your time and delicately wash away the grime and sweat from your face. It’s like a Neutrogena commercial, the way you come up from the sink, staring yourself in the mirror. You take note of the creases in your forehead caused by your tense brows, the pain in your eyes, your overall sullen expression. And this feeling. This feeling is like being suspended mid-air, knowing the dreadful drop was any minute now.

You know very well who is in control of the drop. You just don’t know when you gave up that control to him. The only thing you can do now is go with grace. In an effort to have some sense of control, you did what anyone in your situation would do: You turned to Google.

“what to do when your boyfriend is about to break up with you” is what you typed into the search engine this morning. You felt like a teenager. Young and dumb. Like you’d never been in a relationship before. Like you’d never been broken up with before. None of this is new. And yet, it is. You hadn’t been here before. You hadn’t known this feeling before.

The feeling of knowing the one to make the dreadful drop happen is the same one that you love more than you knew was even possible, and damn did it hurt like hell. But could it have hurt more than knowing you’re the one that brought him to this point? Especially when you know these deep feelings are requited? The love is requited.

Who knows. You just file these feelings away for later in the hopes that it’ll inspire your pen. Right now it’s time to put on a brave face. You’ve gotten so good at it.

“So, what brought this on?” Wilhelmina inquiries after a few minutes of you lollygagging in front of the bathroom mirror.

“Oh, umm… well, he called last night. It was the first time we talked since—”

“You got here.” 

“Yeah, but who’s counting,” your deadpan earns you a disapproving look from your sister. You’ve learned to ignore it. You check the time. 5 til. “Ugh, I don’t have time to pretty myself up. Breakups are ugly anyways; guess I’ll have to be, too,” you joke, leaving Whilelmina bewildered.

“Wait, what? You’re dumping him? I know it’s tough, trust me, I get it, but—”

“No... he’s gonna dump me,” you correct her.

“What would make you think that?”

“I don’t know, maybe cos he said ‘we need to talk… for real’,” you mock his deep voice; it’s how you read his text last night in your head, “and we all know what that means…”

“Hold up, it doesn’t necessarily mean that!”

“C’mon Mina! It’s textbook breakup prep!”

“Maybe for a teenager, but he’s a grown ass man. If he says he wants to talk, he probably just wants to talk.”

“Yeah, about dumping you…” Ines mumbles under her breath from the doorway. Wilhelmina stares daggers into her mouthy daughter, and she shrinks away to mind her business.

You continue to get ready, mainly focusing on laying your edges before finding a new shirt. “So, why would he suggest we quarantine separately knowing we had issues we were working on?” you debate your sister.

“Because like he said: you need some space. Totally normal for maintaining a healthy relationship.”

“Is it though? Cos when I say “I need space”, I’m thinking about making an exit. And that’s on a good, non-pandemic day. Hell, our issues alone would make me bow out. Now you add this stressful shit on top?”

“Then why haven’t you?”

Her simple question makes you stop in tracks, your brave face wavering for just a moment. “B-Because— it doesn’t matter. He’s ending things with me, in,” you check the time, “3 minutes. And I don’t blame him! I’ve been a mess lately! An emotional wreck lately! You should’ve heard me last night, it was gross!”

Wilhelmina starts to chuckle at your dramatics, but you can tell she’s laughing at you, not with you. “What’s so funny?”

“Sweetheart, you’d have to show emotions to be an emotional wreck. I think you skipped a few steps.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes as you peel off your sweaty shirt and toss it in the laundry basket. You take your wash cloth to dab your underarms before putting on a nicer top. A proper shower will have to wait til later.

“I’ll have you know that I do, in fact, have emotions. I just channel them into my writing, to avoid sapping them all over any- and everyone… like some people I know,” you quirk your brow and tilt your head in Wilhelmina‘s direction.

“Girl, whatever! From what you told me, Chris is as much a romantic as I am, maybe even more so. You don’t hate it as much as you let on. Just admit it.”

You slowly turn away from Wilhelmina to primp yourself in the full length mirror. She follows you, glaring at you in hopes she will break you down. You decide to throw her a bone.

“Last night, I told him how we should’ve been together right now. There was even a quiver in my voice because I do really, really miss him. It was all so, so...” Your sister’s hands are clutching her chest, eyes glazed like she was watching a romcom. She’d finally gotten through to you. “… so pathetic.” Or so she’d thought. The sound of frustration that came from her amused you greatly, your eyes now glazed from crying of laughter. 

“See, that’s what the hell I'm talking about! If he brings emotion— vulnerability— out of you, why do you resist? He’s worth keeping around, sis. I would think you: an artist, a writer for god’s sakes, would find some value in that.”

You stare straight ahead, fixing imaginary stray curls in your hair, and avoiding eye contact with Wilhelmina. She awaits your response, brows raised, neck craned toward you, hands below her chest with palms up, as if to say ‘Sooo...???’. You wondered how long she’d stay like that before you said something. “Are you done?”

Your sister sighs, and it’s quickly followed by ringing from your laptop. You both look in its direction, then at each other. The moment you’d been bracing for all day is here. You hesitantly move towards the chair at your desk where your laptop is sat. 

“I’ll leave you to it,” Wilhelmina says before excusing herself. You almost didn’t want her to go. But you’ve got to be a big girl with a brave face.

“One last thing?” you twist in your chair to look at her in your doorway, “I know who made you believe that big girls don’t cry, but it’s bullshit. It’s good to feel. It’s okay to show it sometimes, too. Especially with the ones who showed and proved they won’t judge you for it,” she motions to your still ringing computer before closing your door.

You turn back to your desk, swallowing thickly. Here goes. You answer the call and Chris’ smiling face fills your screen. That beautiful face that’s worth doing right by.

“Hey baby! For a second there, I thought you wouldn’t answer,” he nervously chuckles. 

You smile at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes. He senses your apprehension. Even through a screen, he’s perceptive. Chris starts to small talk, rambling about work and the weather, intending to ease your guard down before getting to the tough stuff. But it’s absolutely painful pretending to be strangers. 

“Chris?”

“Yes honey?”

“I don’t wanna do this with you.”

Part 3