#white widows weed

[nukaposting]

imagine the kind of radioactive mutated weed they grow in fallout. the strain names. Radstorm Thunderfuck. Pre-War OG. Mojave Express. White Widower

[jimslapass]

❄️ is this White Runtz or White Rhino or White Widow??🕸️

[rahkii]

Score the more basket tap in

[khajiithaswitchywares]

White Widow healing charged with amethyst 🖤🌒🌕🌘

[anaxietyyy]

Throwback to my first ever bong smoking sesh (only ever smoked it in joints and pipes before) and after it kicked in and I got stoned as hell, I didn't even know where I was and bumped into a wall lmao! I ended up going a bit too heavy with the flower, but I ended up getting the best sleep ever after that so it's all good 😅 White widow haze is such a yummy classic! What's your favorite strain? 🍃😋🌬️💨

[cyan-glitter]

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Glitchy.💨

[usagihellsing]

Ok but, have you seen how pretty is this white widow???? Like how is she so beautiful????

[polychaeteworm]

I had a PH issue but this one and it's sister are finally doing ok, if only a bit slow. This one is taller and skinny and it's sister is shorter and has fatter buds. I don't know if it's two different phenotypes or the way I pruned them.

I also cannot explain how painful it is to be broke and out of weed with this much flower still maturing mere feet away from you.

[selection-naturelle-cbd-shop]

White Widow, célèbre de part son nom, découvrez cette superbe fleur CBD de la production Starbuds. Dernière née de la marque et produite en intérieur, la White Widow revisitée saura vous régaler à chaque bouffée.

Elles sont issues d’une culture intérieure (indoor) et disponible en 3 ou 15 gr. La teneur en THC dans ces fleurs est inférieure à 1% et le taux en CBD est de 21%. La variété White Widow est sans aucun effet psychotrope avec les différents bienfaits du cannabidiol. Son parfum fait penser à une balade dans la forêt, ce qui explique son unicité. Une odeur enivrante de terre et de pin ainsi qu’une note fruitée se dégage des fleurs White Widow Starbuds.

Disponible en version de 3 ou 15 grammes de fleurs !

#cbd #cbdsuisse #cbdfrance #buds #weed #cbdshop #cbdlausanne #whitewidow #cannabislegal #starbuds #beautiful #cannabisnews #instagood #culture

[inbedby1am]

Weed trans lesbian

[swordlux]

"It Was Always You." | Erwin / Levi x Reader | Choose-Your-Own-Ending Love Triangle ~ Chapter 1

The year since joining the Scouts had been nothing you could’ve expected. Within a month, you’d gained a spot on the elite Captain Levi’s team, and from there, your efforts had caught the eye of the well-respected Commander Erwin. Though your adventures had opened your eyes to many things, never did you expect how deeply you’d fall in with two of the walled city’s most notorious figures.

Join me for this short re-imagining of the canon with you in a love triangle with these two amazing men!

***

NOTE: This is a choose-your-own ending. It starts with you and Erwin getting steamy, but then you can decide if you'd like to stay loyal or go with Levi. I'm trying something new with this one so for anyone who is not down with the two-timing aspect, pls don't come for me. D: If you'd like to keep reading please follow the links at the end of each chapter or refer to my masterlist. Hope you enjoy <3

Chapter 1

The Field

You stood in the field, sweat dripping down your back. The rest of the scouts were gathered. You were doing some “voluntary” weeding for the local widow, Mrs. Winstley. Though by voluntary, you meant you were being forced by Miss Historia. Since becoming queen, the girl had been ordering you to do some ridiculous stuff. You didn’t mind it. It gave you a chance to feel normal between all the titan slaying. However, even after a year of following commands, you still didn’t like being forced into doing things.

You wiped the sweat off your forehead and looked to where Levi was struggling with a patch of weeds nearby.

Your captain, who was usually competent at anything he took to, was having an uncharacteristically hard time. His muscles bulged against his white shirt, which was stained with sweat, and as he stood, you saw exhaustion pouring into his sharp features.

When he noticed you watching, he gave up his battle and threw you a pained smile.

You waved and went over to your prevailing captain and friend.

Levi Ackerman was a curious man. Dark-haired, intelligent, with reflexes and skill that left you speechless every time you got to witness them. He was also surprisingly kind, something that had allowed you to get closer to him over the year. Even after a tough battle, you could count on him to be a comfort. Simply, his presence had a wholesome, heartwarming effect.

Today, watching him sweat over something so menial had a laugh at your throat before you even approached him.

“How’s it going?” he said, the strain in his voice barely contained your captain’s distress.

“Not bad, how about you?”

In response, Levi made a face that would’ve shocked the rest of the scouts to see.

You let the laugh go from your throat. Seeing Levi’s goofy side was rare, but it was something you had the pleasure of experiencing more often these days. Over the year Levi had been slowly opening up to you, and every time you got to see more, the more you wanted to know.

“Are you still meeting with Hange today?” he said eventually, exhaustion still coating his voice.

“Do I have a choice?” You mimicked his earlier face.

Levi let out a short but effective laugh—something else that would’ve shocked the rest of the scouts. “Guess not,” he said. “Well, you better get going then. Don’t want to keep Hange waiting.” Levi placed a hand on your head, and something real and vivid grew in the air between you. His steel eyes sparkled as he looked at you. “See you around?”

You returned his smile and tried not to melt. “See you around.”

You were on your way out when you ran into the second man who had gained your attention this year.

Captain Erwin cut an impressive golden figure in the field. Even with his recently lost arm, he carried the aura of two men. He watched over the proceedings with the usual serious look on his face. The only thing that betrayed his true feelings was the death grip he had on his sleeve that he held behind his back. You knew that grip meant he was entertaining less-than-pleasant thoughts about this whole situation. Again, it was something only you picked up on. And again, it was something that had you laughing to yourself as you walked up to him.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey, (M/C),” Erwin released his grip on his sleeve. His deep voice warmed you like the sun as his sky-blue eyes turned to you. “Doing well?”

“Sort of… Hange has me helping with some experiments. I’m just about to go see what that’s about.”

“Sounds like a tough predicament you’ve got yourself in there. Would you like me to lend you some specially licensed ODM gear?” Those blue eyes looked at you for a moment.

It took you a moment longer to catch on. You were still getting used to the dry way the commander laid out his jokes, and by that point, you were already fighting the bodily reactions that occurred from being under such an intense gaze.

It was the commander’s charming sort of awkwardness more than the joke that eventually made you laugh.

“I think I’ll be okay,” you said. “I appreciate the concern, though.”

He nodded. “Anytime. By the way, I’ve been hoping to pick your mind about something. Do you have time to stop by this evening?” In the sunlight, Erwin glistened like a figure shaped from heaven. It was hard to believe anyone saw a devil in the man.

“Sure,” you said.

“Perfect.” A smile interrupted the commander’s chiselled features. “(M/C), it was nice chatting with you.”

You nodded and made your way out. As you did his grip returned to his sleeve.

You smiled as you looked back on the two men. In the middle of hell, you’d somehow found a tiny piece of heaven.

*** Breaktime - Levi

Levi was sitting outside when you returned to your home base later that afternoon.

His eyebrows were furrowed in that troubled way they got. You guessed he’d been staring at that exact spot in the sky for the past hour.

As you approached, his grey eyes turned to you, the storms still swirling in them.

“Something on your mind?” you said as you sat beside him.

“Ah, always. But it’s alright now that you’re here.” He made space. The tension on his face relaxed. He gave you a smile that caused a storm to stir in your insides. “How did your experiments with Hange go?”

“Not bad. I was mostly there to observe. I don’t know why Hange thinks I’m Eren’s nurse-maid or something.”

“You’re good with him.” He patted you on the head. “By the way, have you thought about Erwin’s offer yet?”

Your stomach turned. It was something you were hoping to avoid. Recently, Erwin offered you the opportunity to be captain of a squad. Though it was one of the highest honours any soldier could be bestowed, you'd been feeling like turning it down. You’d found a family on Levi’s squad, and that was more important to you than anything. You didn’t mind hanging back in the ranks if it meant you got to spend more time with the people you cared about. You weren’t sure how to tell Erwin this yet. The thought of disappointing the commander also made you uncomfortable.

Levi saw the expression on your face and decided to drop the subject. “Well, I guess it won’t matter. Two days from now, we might not even have squads to command.” As his gaze returned to the sky, the stress lines reappeared on his face.

“You’re worried about the battle?”

Levi was rarely nervous, but his doubts in this situation were understandable. It was something that had been in the air, on everyone’s minds. Two days from now, you’d be taking over Wall Maria. If everything went well, there would be hope for humanity like never before. But if you failed, you not only risked losing more of your comrades, but you risked humanity never being able to make progress again. You risked extinction.

The feeling of terror was worse now that the number of people you needed to see return was growing. Worser still was that your care for two particular men had bloomed into something so profound that you couldn’t bear to have it ripped from you.

You looked at Levi and realized you would sell your soul to see him return safely.

Levi looked at you with an expression that reflected everything you were feeling. “Hey,” he said, sincerity leaking into his sonorous voice. “Promise you won’t die?”

“Only if you promise the same.” You and Levi locked eyes. In the air was a buzzing of feelings you couldn’t decipher. You’d known for a while now that what you felt for your captain was love, but what kind of love was it? And would you have a chance to find out?

It was at that moment that a commotion started in the kitchen. You could hear Sasha screaming something about “stealing the last potato” and Jean rebutting with something about “doing the right thing”.

Levi smirked, but regret twinkled in his eyes. “Guess we have to check on our children.”

“Guess so.”

As Levi stood, he looked at you one more time. His expression wavered, and vulnerability leaked into his words. “Tomorrow, Hange and them are throwing a banquet or something for all the scouts. While that’s happening, do you think… would you have time to spend with me?”

Just like that, a flock of butterflies released in your stomach. “Of course,” you said.

Levi smiled. It was as honest as a kitten’s purr, and your insides melted into butter.

“Good, I look forward to it. Now, let’s hope these brats haven’t made too much of a mess.”

***

The Office - Erwin

If Erwin Smith was being honest, asking you about his plan for the upcoming battle was an excuse. It was an excuse he didn’t realize was an excuse until you were standing there in his room.

Now, as he watched you, with your radiant smile and vibrant presence warming up his office, he realized that what he really wanted was this moment—having you alone.

You stood beside his desk, looking down at his notes. From where he was seated, he couldn’t help but notice the fine way your body angled toward him as you bent over to look at the documents. Since you’d stepped beside his desk and into his auric field, Erwin couldn’t ignore the tingling beginning in his legs and travelling up his core.

The commander had always found you attractive, but situations had made it so those attractions had room to breathe. Now, with you here alone in his office, he was suffocated by them. He felt the presence of your body as if it had a magnetic field. He noticed the proximity of your hips to his and the closeness of the hairs on your arm that would be so easy to stroke. He felt the ghost of his right arm incredibly at that moment; if it weren’t for the missing member, he would’ve probably already attempted to touch you.

“I think it’s perfect,” you said, your hips tilting slightly as you leaned over to read through his plans once more.

Erwin swallowed. How easy it would be to pull you into his lap… “Is there anything you would change?” he asked.

“It all sounds good to me. You’re a genius, Erwin.” You looked at Erwin, and the commander was struck double—one by the compliment and two by the way your eyes were glowing with the fire of admiration.

It started a pounding in his heart that amplified all the previous sensations he was feeling. “Thank you,” he said. “I always value your opinion.”

The commander watched the blush spread to your cheeks like a rose blooming in spring. Again, had his arm closest to you still been attached, he would’ve reached out to touch your cheek.

“I don’t feel like I’m much help,” you continued, your lips pursing as you turned away in shame.

Erwin wanted to reach out and stroke the insecurity from your face. “You are more help than you would ever know, (M/C),” he said. “You bring a lot to the scouts. I’m glad you’re here. Truly.”

It was the most honest thing he’d said in a while. You always knew the right thing to say to make him feel better. You were intelligent, but you didn’t flaunt it, and when you did add your opinion, it was always the exact thing he needed to hear. You were aware of things in a way others weren’t. Simply your agreement with him made him feel better about everything. Knowing you believed in what he saw made him feel as if he was actually doing something right, and was not just some lunatic driving everyone to their deaths. You made him feel human. And that in itself was a comfort.

“I feel the same about you,” you said. Your eyes watered with vulnerability as you looked at Erwin. “It makes it really easy to continue moving forward when there is someone like you at the top of it all.”

Erwin’s heart pounded. He gazed into your eyes and felt a terrifyingly new promise of hope. Along with it was a feeling he’d never thought he’d have—a feeling of wanting something more than the dream he had been chasing his whole life.

It took everything for him to stay seated and not defeat the gap between you.

“Thank you, (M/C),” he said. He tried to swallow, but all the saliva to do so was gone. A silence held for a moment, and then Erwin asked, “So, how have you been? Really?”

You breathed out a sigh.

As Erwin watched your body relax, he thought again of how easy it would be to pull you onto his lap.

“Good,” you said. “Almost too good. It scares me a bit, if I’m being honest.”

“I think I can relate to that feeling.” The truth is the commander understood too well. Especially in this moment, with you looking at him, heat rising in his chest.

Erwin watched your chest rise and fall and wondered if you were feeling the same.

“Have you given thought to my offer?”

An expression of guilt flashed over your face. Erwin felt you instantly pull away.

“I… Yes, I have,” you started. You started to shift away from him as you spoke. “It honours me that you would consider me for the position. It really does, Erwin. But..”

A silence hung after your words, and Erwin understood.

“You want to remain with Levi.”

That look in your eyes was all he needed to know.

Erwin leaned back in his chair to ease the pain in his chest. “I understand,” he said. “These are trying times. It makes sense you’d want to spend it with the people you care about the most.” His lungs squeezed as he said it. He wanted you to correct him—to tell him Levi was just a friend and there were other reasons you wanted to stay on his squad. And that the expression on your face was not what he thought it was.

A lump grew in his throat. What started as a passionate ringing in his head droned into a headache.

He wanted you to correct him, but he already knew. As the commander of the scouts, Erwin Smith was trained at reading the plays of a battle in the heat of a moment—so of course he could read the feelings growing between you and his most talented recruit over time.

He understood, but still… “If you ever change your mind, the offer is always there. I think you’d make a great leader,” he said, his throat dryer than the imagined deserts in the lands beyond the walls.

“Thank you, Erwin.”

He expected you to leave after that, but you remained at his side. He hated the rush of hope that flooded him because of it.

Erwin Smith was a pro at planning things to work out to his advantage, but he was also a pro at living in the moment, and more often than not, it was chances that led him to victory. So why not take one now?

“(M/C),” he said. “Would you like to join me for a drink?” ***

Thank you for reading to the end of chapter one! If you'd like to continue onto chapter two where you get smutty with Erwin, please click continue reading below. Much love! Continue Reading...

[macgyvermedical]

Ibuprofen

Natasha patches Yelena up at a safe house after a fight.

Don't ask me where this intersects into canon, because I don't know.

Also, if anyone can tell me why it might not be a great idea in this particular situation to use the combination of medications recommended by Mason, you win the satisfaction of being right.

Also, this is how I teach WRFA students to pack wounds, not how I teach nursing students. There's a difference. Chill.

"You call this a safe house?" Yelena asked.

It was late in the day by the time they approached the entrance to the old dacha. It was a dirty brown color, weeds overgrowing it's visibly decaying chipboard siding. Natasha stopped and adjusted her grip on the arm Yelena had over her shoulder.

She had been taking an increasing amount of the younger widow's weight since the car they had commandeered had run out of fuel on their way to the safe house. By now it was dark enough that the details were missing from the landscape. Dark enough they didn't want to be out too much longer.

"I don't recall you finding anything better." She quipped back. She looked at the stairs leading to the door. Old boards that could have been as rotten as they looked. If she was right though- and she hoped she was- the house was as well maintained as any of Mason's properties.

"Oh- forgive me. I was only lying on ground bleeding to death."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "You seem pretty alive to me. If the complaining is anything to go by." She shrugged Yelena off her shoulder and eased her onto the step. Then she set about fiddling with the combination lock set discreetly into the side of the house.

"Ow." Yelena said flatly.

Natasha entered the first combination, waited a moment, then did a second one. There were two faint clicks as the door unlocked itself.

"Come on, inside." Natasha said, hauling Yelena up again. She opened the door with her free hand. Inside it was pitch black. She felt along the wall for a light switch.

The lights flickered on, warmer than Natasha had expected. The house was older and smelled dusty. The decor was decidedly late Soviet. If someone had gotten in, they wouldn't have questioned it.

The house was a single story and three rooms- a living space, kitchen, and bedroom. Natasha helped Yelena to the bed and again eased her down to the edge.

"Ugh." Yelena let out a sigh and gingerly worked her way to a prone position over the covers.

"What, no complaint about the bed?" Natasha said.

"What? It's surprisingly comfy." Yelena replied, her face pressed into the quilt.

Natasha took a breath as she surreptitiously scanned her sister's body. Small shards of glass sparkled, embedded in the back of Yelena's vest. Below it, dark blood welled up. Some of it was dry, but some of it was still oozing through the fabric. She might not be bleeding to death as she had said, but she was still bleeding. She had also moved her leg to the top of the bed slowly and though she had tried to hide it, painfully too.

Natasha scanned down to her ankle. Nothing looked amiss, but that didn't mean much. Yelena would have had years of training ignoring pain, and the fact that she wasn't hiding it from Natasha meant she was either worse off than Natasha had calculated, or more trusting of Natasha than she was probably comfortable with.

Natasha went to the kitchen. Even though Mason had a variety of safe houses, he kept them all pretty universally stocked. Despite the age of the place, there were signs that he had been there, and fairly recently too. There was several weeks of food for two people, all in date. Not all of it looked particularly appetizing, but his preferred off brand of canned meat product had gotten Natasha through plenty worse than this.

The cabinet to the left of the sink was where the first aid kit was in every house Natasha had ever found herself. And unlike his meat products, first aid was a place Mason did not skimp.

Natasha pulled the large white metal kit from the cabinet and opened it on the kitchen table. She took stock. Inside was the same as she had always found- gloves, wound dressings, a thick instruction manual she knew from personal experience contained everything from bee stings to minor surgery, chest seals and darts, clotting agents, and meds.

The meds weren't prescription- even Mason with his list of contacts the length of his arm couldn't trust the black market on prescription medications. But you could do a lot more with OTCs than most people knew, and he had access to pharmacies in every country.

She pulled the med pack out and unfolded the instruction manual Mason included with it. She skimmed it to get to the pain control section, then dug in the med pack for 2 acetaminophen/codeine, 4 ibuprofen, and 2 diphenhydramine. It looked like a lot, but Natasha planned to dig glass out of Yelena's back. It was the least she could do to keep the kid comfy.

She pulled a two liter bottle of water out of the food cupboard and brought it and the handful of pills to Yelena, who hadn't moved since Natasha had left.

"Got something for you." Natasha said.

"Not hungry."

"Not food. Though there's that too if you want it." Natasha said. "If you like canned meat at least."

Yelena pushed herself carefully up on the bed, her curiosity getting the best of her.

"What am I, a horse?" She said, looking at the pills in Natasha's hand.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "You don't have to take them if you don't want them."

Yelena gave her a wary look. "I want them." She said matter of factly. "You going to tell me what they are?"

"Acetaminophen/codeine, ibuprofen, diphenhydramine." Natasha said, pointing to each of the pills in turn. Yelena's eyes narrowed.

"Why diphenhydramine?"

"It was on the list. You want to see the list?" Natasha asked.

"List for what?"

"Pain."

"Who's list?"

"Mason's. I trust him." Natasha said patiently. "When I cut my tracker out the wound got infected. Took something similar while Barton packed it." She knew trust was easier to borrow than to create out for oneself out of whole cloth. Yelena looked at Natasha's face, then to the tablets in her hand. Her eyes narrowed.

"Okay, okay, I'll take them. Gimme." Yelena had a flash of uncertainty- maybe guilt- cross her face. She reached out for the water and meds and swallowed them in one go.

"Great. I'll let those kick in and then I'll come pull glass out of your back."

"Sounds like fun." Yelena said sarcastically.

Natasha went back in the kitchen and spent some more time with the kit. She pulled out a set of hemostats, a few ABD pads, a packet of clotting agent and a package of gauze 4x4s. She also pulled another 2-liter of water out of the cabinet. Then she sat down for a while in the living room with the instruction manual.

Forty-five minutes went by and Yelena hadn't spoken in a while. Natasha collected the supplies and hauled them into the bedroom. Yelena's eyes were closed and she looked asleep.

"Come to hurt me now?" She said, not opening her eyes.

"Try not to scream too loudly." Natasha said, partially teasing. "Can you take your vest off?"

Still not opening her eyes, Yelena rolled onto her side and gingerly shrugged an arm out of one side of the vest. Natasha helped slowly pull the fabric away from her undershirt, taking some of the glass pieces with it. Yelena tensed but made no sound.

Under the vest, her formally white undershirt was soaked with blood. The glass pieces that had come out with the vest left small holes that welled up with fresh blood. Natasha put on some gloves and cut her way through the back of the shirt with trauma shears.

"Deep breath." She warned, cringing as she pulled some of the larger pieces with her fingers. Once again, Yelena said nothing and didn't move.

Natasha picked up the lamp on the bedside table and held it so she could see the glints of the smaller pieces of glass against the blood. She dribbled some water over the area. A few of the pieces washed away without too much issue. Yelena tensed again.

"You doing okay?"

"Fine, fine." Yelena retorted, still not opening her eyes.

The last couple of pieces yielded easily to the tweezers.

"Okay, gotta wash some of this blood off, you want to come to the bathroom, or?" Yelena finally opened her eyes, but it was to glare at Natasha pointedly.

"Right on the bed it is." Natasha relented. She got up to grab some towels and tucked them under Natasha's torso. She then poured the water over The area of her back that was soaked in drying blood. Fortunately, the blood that was still coming out of her was sluggish. The glass hadn't gotten so deep as to be concerning.

As the water washed away the blood, Natasha pressed gently on the multitude of bruises that became visible, making sure none of them had anything crunchy below them. Fortunately for Yelena, it didn't seem to be the case. When the blood was mostly washed away Natasha covered the area with gauze and then taped ABD pads over the area where blood still oozed from the glass cuts.

"Okay, what else hurts?" Natasha asked. Yelena was quiet for a moment. "Yelena?" Natasha asked.

"So you know when you mentioned your tracker wound getting infected?" She asked.

"Yes..."

"Don't be mad, but I think mine is too."

Natasha's first reaction was to ask why she hadn't been told. But the difficulty Yelena had had while walking suddenly made a little more sense, and she was trying to build trust as much as she could.

"Show me." Natasha said instead. Yelena sat up slowly, easing her cargo pants down without standing up from the bed.

The cut was small and deep. It gaped about a half inch. All around it, hot, red, swollen skin extended an inch or more, and greenish-white pus oozed from it. The beginning of streaks were forming at the edges.

"How long has it looked like this?" Natasha asked.

"Ooh, it looked better this morning." Yelena said. "But pretty much a few days after I cut the tracker out."

"And you didn't think to tell me?"

"Wasn't a lot of time to sit down and chat, you know?" Yelena said. "Wasn't like 'oh by the way Natasha, I cut my tracker out with a dirty knife, can we pause this fight to unpack that'."

"Okay, okay." Natasha said. "I'll be right back."

Natasha went through the kit again, getting more gauze and another ABD pad. The only antibiotic in the kit was penicillin, with a note from Mason that if the pills didn't work in a few days, or an infection got worse, to seek real medical care promptly.

When she returned to the bedroom, Yelena was still sitting up, but looked like she would like nothing more but to go to sleep. Natasha popped the pills into her hand. This time she took them without question.

"Okay, this is going to hurt some." Natasha warned. She opened the gauze package and dumped some of the water on it, then squeezed it out in gloved hands. "Ready?"

Yelena frowned, bracing herself, but she nodded in agreement.

Natasha pushed the damp gauze into the wound as deep as she could get it, layer after layer. When the wound was full of gauze, she covered the top of the wound with another ABD and taped it into place.

"Better?" She asked.

"No. No it's not." Yelena said, a hint of a smile playing on her face.

"Anything else I need to address before you go to sleep?"

"Please no." Yelena said, easing herself to the bed.

"Okay. You want any canned meat, there's plenty." Natasha said, cleaning up

Yelena mumbled something in response, but by the time Natasha thought to ask about it, Yelena was asleep.

[monocodoll]

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures (Drug Dealing) Mod Report (Small Additions, Additional Tunables, Animation Bloopers, Testing/Bug Fixes)

Another Month has passed. Which means another Mod Report for my Vile Ventures mod. This month I have been focusing on adding small additions, creating more tunables, attempt at first consuming animation, and testing the mod on a playthrough to find any bugs that may have been missed. Which I will go over these on the report.

[Small Additions]

-Shroom Harvestable

A new Shroom Harvestable has been created. As I honestly forgot to create one when I had previously made my other custom plants. The shroom seeds are obtainable through your NPC drug dealer after aquiring Drug Dealing Skill level 4.

You are also able to craft your own baggies of Shrooms through obtaining 6 Shroom ingredients and one baggy.

The Shroom Baggies are also obtainable through your Drug Dealer NPC, and there are no skill requirements needed to obtain the consumable shroom baggies.

-Illegally aquiring Drug Seeds

You are now able to obtain Drug Seeds Illegally via your NPC Drug Dealer. However, you must meet a certain threshold within your Drug Dealing Skill level. The prices for each seed is tunable.

-Drug Dealing Skill Level 3: Unlocks White Widow and Purple Haze Buds

-Drug Dealing Skill Level 4: Unlocks Skunk and OG Kush Buds. As Well as Shrooms seed.

-Drug Dealing Skill Level 5: Unlocks AK47 and Amnesia Buds. As well as Coca Seeds.

-Drug Dealing Skill Level 7: Unlocks Opium Seed.

-Racket Inheritance

Any Rackets that your Drug Dealer Sim owns can now be passed down to someone in the case of your sim dying. You are able to ask any Teen or above sim to take over your operations when you pass. The sim being asked must not be against Illegal drugs and need to have at least a friendship relationship established. Otherwise they will not accept your offer.

In the case that your sim who owns the Illegal racket does not assign anyone to inheret the rackets. The Rackets will first be handed to a child of the sim. If no children are present, then a sibling. If No siblings are present, then a parent. Otherwise, the racket will be lost upon death.

-Added Extra Benefits For Completing Drug Dealing Challenges.

Completing the Cannabis Dealer Expert, Psychedelic Dealer Expert, Pill Dealer Expert, and Powder Dealer Expert challenges now provides an additional bonus on top of just increasing sale earnings for the category of the drug. Completing these category challenges will now net you high quality product when you are crafting your own supply. So collecting your cured weed while having the Cannabis Dealing Expert challenge completed will provide you with high quality cannabis baggy instead of normal quality cannabis baggy.

-Lean Is Craftable

Lean is now craftable. Select a Styfoam Cup. You will need Jolly Ranchers, Sprite, Styrofoam Cup, and Cold Medicine. The cold medicine has up to 4 uses. So with one cold medicine, you can create up to 4 Lean.

-Using Baby Laxatives to Cut High Quality Cocaine

Baby Laxatives will be obtainable at the grocery store. On Drug Dealing Skill level 2, you will be able to utilize them to cut High Quality Cocaine Baggies into normal quality Cocaine Baggies. Which will either net you two or three Normal Quality Cocaine Baggies.

-Finished Making Moodlet Images For each Custom Moodlet

At this moment, the total amount of custom moodlets provides by this mod will be 106. The images for these moodlets have been completed.

[Additional Tunables]

I also added some notable tunable's to certain features. There are many more, but I will notate the ones that were introduced during this month.

-Overdose Chances

Chance of overdosing on drugs are tunable. By default the values for each drug.

Lean: 60%

Adderall: 40%

PainKillers: 50%

Xanax: 45%

MDMA: 55%

Cocaine: 70%

Meth: 80%

Heroin: 90%

Overdosing can only occurs if your sim takes more than one dose of the substance when they are already under the effects of that substance.

-Fatal Overdose Chances

You can also determine the chances of an overdose being fatal. If the overdose is fatal, the sim will die. If it is not fatal the sim will be knocked out and fall asleep. By default the values for a fatal overdose are...

Lean: 40%

Adderall: 30%

PainKillers: 40%

Xanax: 20%

MDMA: 30%

Cocaine: 50%

Meth: 70%

Heroin: 80%

-Time it takes to Cure Weed

Previously, the time it took to cure weed in a jar was not a tunable. While I was playing a playthrough with my mod, I figured that some would appreciate this as a tunable. By default it is 24 hours.

-Time It Takes for Cocaine Brick and Meth Package to finish

Previously, the time it took for Cocaine Brick and Meth Package to be completed in their respective containers was not a tunable. The time it takes is now tunable. By default, it takes 48 hours for a Cocaine Brick and Meth Package to be collected in their respective containers after filling it up.

-Drug Dealing Skill Points earned per Sale

You will be able to dictate just how much skill points your sim earns per type of drug sold. By Default selling Cannabis, Psychedelic, Pill, and Powdered type drugs net you 100 skillpoints. Which is a bit of a grind. For example at the moment during my playthrough I sold 139 drugs and I just got to Drug Dealing Skill level 5.

[Animation Attempt]

There was an attempt during the month to at least produce one consumption animation for this month. However, the prop refused to appear in the correct location. I'm still unsure what went wrong, but I will continue to look into it. The attempt was made for the drink Lean animation.

[Changes/Fixes Made During Testing]

I decided to perform a playthrough with my mod. To determine if I should make any changes or if there are any bugs that need fixing. Which there were a few I found.

-Fixed Bug Preventing my custom plants from growing overtime.

-Fixed a Bug Preventing the heat system from saving after reloading a save:

Example, my sim had a heat level of 15. Making him eligible to potentially have his residence raided. However, when I reloaded my save after saving. My sims heat level went back down to 0. This is resolved and heat level will be retained even after reloading a save.

-Fixed Empty Jars having a black substance inside of them:

This was a problem I had in the past, but didn't decide to expirement to try to fix it until it started to bother me in my playthrough. The black substance only appeared after you collected your cured cannabis. However, the empty jars are now truly empty.

-Made a adjustment to crafting drugs via the Chemistry Table:

Previously when processing Coke Powder, Meth Tray, Heroin, and MDMA there were no Drug Dealing Skill Requirements. I decided to go back and add a Drug Dealing Skill requirement in order to produce these drugs via the Chemistry Table. Especially for Meth. Since all the ingredients to produce meth is obtainable through the grocery store. Which will make it too easy I thought. So now on top of the logic skills required to produce these substances. MDMA production will require a Drug Dealing Skill of 4, Cocaine/Meth Production will require a Drug Dealing Skill of 5 Heroin production will require a Drug Dealing Skill of 7. Cannabis and Shrooms still do not require a drug dealing skill. Just the necessary ingredients for now.

And that is all I have to report on for this month. We went over creating a Shroom harvestable, Racket Inheritance, Crafting Lean, Obtaining Drug Seeds Illegally, Cutting High Quality Cocaine with baby laxatives, Adding more tunables, and making adjustments and fixing bugs found during my playthrough.

I had fun testing the early game of my mod. I managed to make it to drug dealing skill level 5 and was satisfied with the early game of the mod. I will continue to test my playthrough and attempt to make it to the late game of my mod. Where I will be attempting to own my own rackets and ensure that they work just perfectly. If all is well during my playthrough then everything is complete regarding my Drug Dealing side of the mod. And all that would be left are the final touches of the consumption of these substances. Which will include consumption Animations, reactions of nearby sims when smoking, and a rolling skill for joints and blunts, and possibly anything else that I may think of later on.

Now I'm going to go back to being a ghost. However, again thank you for all those that are patient.

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[claybefree]

Tulip Poplar

Sorrow is my own yard

where the new grass

flames as it has flamed

often before but not

with the cold fire

that closes round me this year

William Carlos Williams- The Widow’s Lament in Springtime

Every spring I have to ask for the name again. Tulip poplar, Saucer Magnolia, something like that, you’d think I wouldn’t be surprised by her anymore. Whereas last week empty arms cast veins of silhouettes across a cold carpet of previous year's leaves, today I’m able to come home from a long day of work, and face her canopy of flowers, half open like teacups, and that is miraculous news. I take it as further evidence that after two years the sucking wound in my chest has finally closed.

Each March was a celebration, a maelstrom of pink hung beneath the blue, pinks so dark along thick shouldered leaves, almost purple, and then bleeding out rapidly to porcelain white, there was no ignoring it. I notched one end of an eight foot pallet we brought home into the main cluster of stems, six feet up and propped the other end with a door. Of course the kids never climbed into the blossoms, but we did.

Now everyone’s gone but me and the whole yard creeps more every year, abandoned gardens filled with weeds crawling out of their beds, privet’s relentless march choking everything in between. A cold wind brushes the tulip against the rafter tails outside my bedroom, waking me. Limbs resting on roof shingles, a stitch of yellow rope left from a swing I hung years ago cut deep into the bark like a tourniquet. Her blooms will turn brown and slimy and clog the already rusted gutters. Neither tree nor house belong to me but as far as I’m concerned, I’m the steward of both, for now.

So I spend sixty dollars that I do not have on a bright orange pole saw from Lowes which I run up into underbelly pierced with morning light, trying not to focus on saw teeth tearing past bark into white flesh, or sap raining onto my cheekbones. I’m grateful for the strength I have in my arms for this work today but I worry I got started too late in the season and the half dozen or more wounds I’ve left will become infected and kill her. Despite all this I work for the better part of a morning, and pile up branches tall as me in the burn pit in the middle of the yard. In the fall I’ll light it up and likely scare the new neighbors. The blossoms lining the crooked pile go for broke and open their white faces wide to the sun.

The days are consistently warm enough and the new tires on my motorcycle beg to be chewed up, but my heart’s not in it. Not yet. One morning soon I’ll blast out 64 sometime before eight thirty, get away from the Florida interlopers that keep trying to kill me and hit the Blue Ridge Parkway and adjacent counties on this side of the mountain- Nelson, Rockbridge and Amherst.

The best road out there is also the most dangerous, and yet with half a dozen ways up to the Parkway, I still find myself on route 56 more often than not. A million years ago I guess, before someone gave it a name, the Tye river cut a gorge out of the mountains, twisting impossibly through the rocks and at some point homesteaders ran a road alongside and named that 56. Highly technical, it’s not the curves that will dump me. Every rental cabin and vacation home has a driveway cut into the shale and sandstone hills which provide, after every good rain, an opportunity for gravel to spill out on the tarmac. If I’m not on top of my game that’s what will kill me.

But before all that, when it breaks off from the Rockfish Valley highway, 56 passes through a couple thousand acres of farmland on one side, and the Tye river on the other. For some reason I think a good bit about the people who work that land. Last year the fields appeared to be left fallow, two years previous, in the fall, thousands of pumpkins were left scattered and rotting on the vine, collapsing into orange pulp. All I could think was that the pumpkin patch contract fell through.

I want to find the old timers and see if anyone will talk to me about August 1969, when Hurricane Camille dumped two foot of water in three hours and drowned birds in trees. When the Tye jumped its banks, broke the back of every bridge that dared cross it and cut the census of Massies Mill nearly in half.

Sometimes I see the pictures they post and get jealous of my friends who travel abroad, but I’ve decided what I need is to ride a motorcycle entirely too fast through the middle of some fields in Nelson county every three months and do that in perpetuity. I’ve been in that valley headed home late in the day with the sun low under the clouds turning everything golden, worried that I’m too far out. I’ve encountered the Tye river in a spring flood, washing across 56 nearly to the point where I had to turn back and find another route. I’ve ridden it half frozen in a driving rain, tucked behind the fairing with a mother of three on the back seat holding onto me for warmth.

Back in 2022, at my lowest, whenever I talked about tulip flowers or graveyard moss carried home from a chapel where it crosses over the mountain and heads down toward Vesuvius, my closest friends would encourage me to move out. They’d point to the marks on the door casing in the kitchen chronicling each child’s growth, five years worth, both hers and mine, and yeah, I got it. My argument was I’d have to find something else just like it- a shed for my tools, a garage for my bikes, somewhere to write. I dunno, man, I would say, it just feels like I belong here.

One of these days, instead of waving to them on their harvesters, I’m gonna pull over and talk to one of these guys. Yeah me, a wild eyed weirdo biker from the city rambling on about something I don’t know if I could even put into words. The idea of the two of us having a shared language with a place, a connection, whether it be on a tractor or a motorcycle, bound by both sorrow and joy. The connection running deeper because you’ve seen it flood, seen it bake, seen it come alive every year in a blaze of green.

Clay Blancett, 2024

[llanekee]

three hundred poems by Lane Key

In order of release from May:

Precocious

Dust Mites

Wrecks Need Consoling Too

Video Star

Novelty Feelings

Chug

Lethal Warnings (Self Taught by Me)

Retreating Figure

Good Entertainment

Beautiful People (Blessedly Doomed)

Fundamentals

The Nature of Modern Suicidalness

Drinking to a Drought

Curator

In an Alternate Deception

Flattery June

Free Verse (Free the Writer)

Roadkill on Deserted Road

Autopsy Surgeon

Initialized July

Trouble Sipping River

Constellation(s)

Word Bank

Love For

Kids Again (Stuck in Stretching Skin Skin Skin)

Verge

Kiss Me Hard

Finest of the Craft August

Black and White (and Pink) September

Rainfall Snowfall (however the Stars Kiss Us)

Subconscious Habit

Crushing on Loving

Smitten

Unmet Lover

The Rest

Cheaping Out

A Sincere Decision

Mental Cage

Description of a Doomed Man

Man of Many Faces

Swirls of Poetry (in Me in You)

Viral Demolition

Celestial

Reflected Look

We are Tortured Artists (Both Monsters Alike)

Connect

Siren's Deadliest Lullaby

Some

Caricature Unchanged October

Coward

Did You Lie

For the Little Moments

Relinquish

What can be Diverted

Goliath

Defying

Offerings in Breath

Conveying (Surviving)

An Attempt

Spare a Moment

Capitalize on Beauty

No Encore November

A Human Existence (Loving and Abhorrent)

Till Ghouls Do Us Apart

Unwound Old Wounds

Loving Destruction

A Bird's Spirit

To my Enemies in Martyrdom

Sky Weeds

Wake Up

Nothing to Give

Oh Baby

Make It (Break It)

Blessed Curses December

Hiding in Crisis

Spitting Image (Good Riddance)

A Devotee's Kiss

Your Anchor (My Truth)

Immense Sadness

Eternity in a Moment of Weakness

Cinematic Flare

Love Carved by Children

Doomed by the Narrative

Poster Child

In Sweetness and Suffering

Unfulfilled

Love is Enduring

Widow Up the Hill

Constringent

Maisy Waters

Exceptional Company (Lovers of Misery)

Anniversary

Full of an Awful Ailment Called Love

Permission to Never Forget

I Hope I'm a Scar

Love III

Lapdog

Changing My Machinery

Try Again

Galaxy Touched (Wanted but Never Wants)