I’ve been reading a lot of classic rock (McLennon) fanfic and I’ve noticed that while you’re all very talented writers, a lot of you just don’t know much about LSD. So I thought I’d make a post with all the basics:
-LSD is also referred to as Acid (dropping acid, tripping acid) blotter, Jesus, microdots (dots), zen, California sunshine (cali), heavenly blue, tab, dragon, window pane, and paper mushrooms
-people who do a lot of LSD are called acid heads, acid freaks, cheer leaders, and day trippers
-LSD and PCP (also known as angel dust) have some similar effects, but are different drugs with different highs. Make sure you’re not actually describing PCP when writing acid trips!
-LSD is completely odorless and tasteless
-LSD is most commonly taken by soaking a little piece of paper in it and holding it under your tongue, and dropping it into a sugar cube and letting it melt on your tongue.
-it’s extremely dangerous to mix LSD and other drugs. But a lot of people mix it with xanax (it is dangerous tho. Keep that in mind while writing)
-LSD takes 30 minutes- an hour to completely set in
-it’s not like weed where the high only lasts like 2 hours. LSD lasts from 5(at the VERY least) to 12 hours and it’s a VERY intense high
-it takes another hour or two to come back down. This time isn’t very pleasant. Everything looks like it’s made of plastic and you don’t feel real. You’re not actively hallucinating but things feel off. It’s not uncommon to have an anxiety attack
-the first time you trip on LSD, the coming down part might take up to a few days. But by the second time it probably won’t
-not every trip is a good trip
-if you take LSD while unhappy or anxious. there’s an 80% chance you’ll have a bad trip. So it’s not realistic for your muse to drop acid when sad to cheer up
-bad trips are REALLY BAD good trips are REALLY GOOD
-you can have a good trip that turns bad. And you can have a bad trip that turns good (but it’s less likely)
-music sounds really fucking good on LSD
-you become really sensitive to touch and texture. Even a brush of fingertips on your arm is electrifying. I remember stroking my girlfriends hair and it felt like water running between my fingers and pooling in my hand.
-getting an orgasm might literally send you into another universe
-any hallucination you have will be a reaction to something around you. For example if you’re staring up at a starry sky you might feel yourself swimming through the sky. If you’re in a room with floral wallpaper flowers might start growing from your fingertips
-things get really distorted in size and multiply. If you’re looking at someone’s face one of their eyes might be growing while the other one shrinks. And they might have 4 heads instead of one
-hallucinations don’t follow any rules of the universe. Be as creative as you want to when writing them
-people tend retain their memories of hallucinations to an extent. It’s unlikely that you’d wake up after a trip with absolutely no memories of what happened
-It’s not safe to trip with no one sober around. You might think you can fly and jump off a building. Or walk into the middle of the road without realizing it. So if your muse only takes drugs responsibility keep this in mind
-people don’t usually move around too much while tripping.
-you lose all sense of time. I always think I was only high for a few minutes when in reality it was 7 hours. Some people feel like they were on it for years
-you can’t really hold a conversation when tripping. You really are in your own universe
-there are no physical affects of LSD. I’m sorry if your health class lied to you. It doesn’t make you physically sick at all
-it’s a cliche but yes, people often see god (tho I haven’t yet)
-tripping with someone you love can be very romantic, but in a weird way
-hallucinations are weird, but you don’t really notice that they’re weird until you’re not high anymore. Don’t write your muse as being surprised or confused about what they’re seeing
-bad trips might include things like feeling yourself die over and over again, your face shattering like glass, spiders crawling out of your mouth/all over your body, being on fire, seeing the devil, things like that.
-colors effect you a lot. They’re not necessarily brighter but they are …enhanced? It’s kinda hard to describe to people with no drug experience but colors have more meaning to you and you really notice them. If your muse is looking into their lovers brown eyes they’ll notice that brown
-I ate some ice cream while tripping once and I didn’t taste anything. I’m not sure if this is what it’s like for everyone but that’s my experience
That’s all I can think to tell you at the moment!! Thank you for reading I hope this helped. And if you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask me!
Prompt idea: trimberly hanging out at the coffee shop for a date and Kimberly's fake friends start talking shit. And trini's like :)))))) "square TF up son." And Kimberly's like "Tini, babe don't fight people" ya.
This was very hard, and is probably really bad but here you go!
tw: minor homophobia and racism
“No Trin! Get your hands away from it, the glazed donut is mine!”
Kimberly swatted Trini’s hand away, Trini giggling as Kimberly exclaimed, a small smile spreading across her face. They had decided to go on a a café date instead of going to Saturday detention, which they both knew would bite them in the ass later, but they couldn’t care less. They hadn’t been able to spend much time together lately, other than sneaking into each others rooms late at night. Trini and Kim both missed being able to see each other every day, but since Rita attacked Trini, leaving horrible marks across Trini’s skin, something that caused waves of anger and rage to flow through Kim’s body, and massive dents in Trini’s wall, Trini’s mother had buckled down on her, much more protective and manipulative. So they had decided to skip, and eat donuts and laugh, and just be carefree, a feeling that they cherished much more lately.
Trini went to pick up her fork, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a knowing smirk spreading across her lips. Kimberly squinted her eyes, a playful smile on her face, as she grabbed her fork with lightning speed, and stabbed at the donut, her hand being swatted by Trini, who in turn, started moving the napkin which the donut laid on top of sporadically, her eyes trained on Kimberly. Their little game went on for at least a couple minutes before Trini lunged at the donut, her fork lodging into the table, as she yanked back, and stuffed the entire donut into her mouth. Trini smirked victoriously, her cheeks popping out. Kimberly wanted to pout and act all sad but she couldn’t help but smile at how cute Trini looked, like a little chipmunk. Kimberly giggled as Trini struggled to swallow the donut, Kimberly giving her a look, which said ‘you deserved that’.
Kimberly was still smirking at how cute Trini looked when she heard the cafe door open, the familiar bell ringing, and shutting. Both girls didn’t pay much attention to it. Kimberly was to focused on Trini chugged her coffee, trying to wash down the donut, but then Kimberly heard the sound of heels hitting the hardwood, and the smell of overly expensive make up. Kimberly didn’t want to look up, she didn’t really care, but Trini started to become smaller in her seat, her defence mechanism, one that Kimberly knew all to well. Kimberly tilted her head slightly, and she could see her ex cheer mates, Rebecca and Amanda, her fellow queen bees, or at least the queen bees, seeing as nobody on the cheer team of football team would look at her, unless they were bad mouthing her. She made eye contact with Amanda, Kimberly’s eyes holding a fiery glint, her jaw tightening. They held eye contact until Amanda scoffed and looked away, her eyes setting on Trini, who was trying to make herself smaller, memories about mean girls at her previous schools washing over her. Kimberly clenched her jaw, taking Trini’s hand in her own, squeezing it, the other girl opening up a little more, returning from her shell. Trini could see the fiery glint in Kimberly’s eyes, but she could also see the guilt and remorse, remembering the horrible thing she had done. Trini started rubbing the pad of her thumb across Kimberly’s knuckles, wordlessly calming the girl down, reassuring her.
Kimberly and Trini both tried ignoring the other girls, trying to enjoy the time they had together, but that was quite hard when the two girls had super hearing, being able to hear all the rude and mean things the cheerleaders were saying about them, specifically Kimberly.
“Shouldn’t she be in detention, with all the other freaks?”
“How much do you think she hates herself after everything that happened?”
“Probably a lot considering she’s hanging out with the new dyke.”
With each insult, Trini’s could feel her hands clenching, and Kimberly wanted to say something, wanted to yell at the other girls, but she didn’t want to cause more trouble than she already had, so tried to stay quiet, she tried not to pay attention, but Trini on the other hand, she was not having any of it. Trini’s hands clenched once more, trying to conceal her rage, but her attempt failed as she finally said something.
“Try saying that to our face!”
Trini yelled, jumping out of her seat, her hands balled into fists. Luckily for them, the cafe was quite empty, but the few people who were inside bowed their heads away, trying to ignore Trini, who was radiating anger. Amanda turned towards Trini, tilting her head in curiosity, a devilish glint in her eyes. Kimberly knew that look all too well, she knew what was to come, and it wouldn’t be good.
“What did you say to me, bitch?”
Trini visibly shrinks, stuttering slightly, as she tries to step back, to get away, to run, to escape. Kimberly feels her hands clench, Amanda and Rebecca could taunt and bitch at her, but Trini was strictly off limits, Kimberly knew that Trini wouldn’t be able to take Amanda on, seeing as the cheer leader could ruin her life, but Kimberly wasn’t about to let that happen. She decided against smacking or yelling at Amanda, even though her entire body was telling her too, so she just grabbed Trini’s hand, pulling her away.
She mutters, hoping that Trini would listen, neither of the girls wanting to stay near Amanda and her lackey, or start a fight. Trini pushed past Rebecca, who knocks Trini of balance slightly, another wave of protectiveness rushing through Kimberly. They are about to walk out of the shop, but Rebecca says something that makes Kimberly stop dead in her tracks.
“I wonder when she’ll get deported.”
Kimberly stoped, even as Trini tried to pull her away. Trini had heard the racist slurs before, the “go back to your own country” and the “just wait until he builds the wall” most of the time she ignored it, knowing that her retaliating would cause more trouble than good, but Kim didn’t know that, didn’t know how many times Trini’s family had faced the racist comments and threats, and how many times Trini had to walk away, making herself smaller every time. Trini could feel Kimberly’s hand clench around her own, she wanted to do something, to yell, to scream, to wipe the stupid smug look of the Rebecca’s face. Kimberly turned around, her eyes glaring daggers at Rebecca.
“What the fuck did you just say!?”
Kimberly yells, the astonished rage radiating from her body. Trini held on tight to Kimberly, trying not to say anything, but she wanted more than anything to retaliate. Amanda scowled at the both of them before brushing them off.
“Why don’t you just go run off with your girlfriend, lezbos.”
Trini didn’t know what she did next, she just reacted, all the pent up aggression shooting through her as she turned around, bringing her hand up, backhanding Amanda square across her cheek, the sound radiating through the silent cafe. Trini stared in awe at what she did, as well as Kimberly, who reacted quicker than Trini, yanking Trini’s arm, pushing them through the door, both of them running away from the cafe, but not without hearing Amanda yell something along the lines of “YOU’RE GOING TO HEAR FROM MY LAWYER” or something else a spoilt, white, brat would say.
The girls ran away as fast as they could at a normal pace, not wanting to look suspicious, once they were far enough away, they slowed down their pace. A quiet, astonished laughter erupted from Kimberly, as she commented, slightly out of breath.
“That was not how I expected our date to go.”
Trini chuckled slightly, still quite in awe of what she did, she had never stood up for herself like that before. Trini didn’t say anything, staring at the ground, which Kimberly noticed, asking her warmly.
“Are you okay?”
Trini just chuckled and stated, laughter bubbling in her throat.
“We are so utterly, fucking, screwed.”
Kimberly started laughing, a little surprised, but she couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction she felt as Trini hit Amanda. She knew it was not the right thing to do, but she was proud that Trini had been able to stand up to the girl, knowing that Trini had never been able to do it before, as well as laugh it off. Silence filled the air around them, as they took in what happened. They knew that the following monday, they would face a lot of shit, but right now they didn’t care, so they just laughed it off, everything else fading away.
Not long after I arrived in the United States, I met an American woman at a friend’s home. She told me with apparent pride that her daughter was a cheerleader. I did not know what kind of leader that was. Hearing her explanation, I could not bring myself to present a compliment, as she obviously expected. I only wished that my eyes did not betray my disdain as I said to my- self, “I guess this American woman has never dreamed of her daughter being a leader cheered by men.” I felt fortunate that I had been “brainwashed” to want to be a revolutionary instead of a cheerleader… .
Was “brainwashing” girls to desire to be “young vanguards” in socialist construction more oppressive and limiting than ’“brainwashing” girls to desire to be cheerleaders for football games? No.
Wang Zheng; “Some of Us: Chinese Women Growing Up in the Mao Era”
Genji, Mccree, Mei with an s/o struggling with their anxiety or self doubt about themselves like they feel like a burden? I'm very sorry I've just had a rough month
Sweetheart, please don’t apologize. I understand having a rough time, whether it be with friends, family, work, school, or just yourself. I’d be happy to write for you, and if you ever want to just message and chat, I’m willing to lend an ear. I just hope maybe this cheers you up a bit
Like any woman, she is observant
So even when you think your hiding your stress and anxiety and those thoughts in your head…she can tell
Mei notices when your eyes burn with self loathing when you make a mistake
Has seen how your fingers dig into your skin till you bleed, heard you berate yourself under your breath, seen the bitter prick of tears in your eyes when you face obstacles
It breaks her heart every time
Being Mei, she isn’t sure how to help you but she takes it upon herself to try and find a solution
Finally, Mei decides that although she cannot take away your fears, your anxiety or those doubts that fill you, but she can try to bring a smile to your face and show you that even if you don’t believe in yourself, she does
One day after a rather long and grueling mission, you were feeling at one of your lowest points when you walked into your room. It took you a moment but you noticed something on the bed.
There was a single white lily flower, a box of your favorite chocolates, and a jar. Lifting the jar, you saw a note on the top. ‘Please take out on piece of paper every evening. Take out two on the worse days.’
Opening the jar, you saw it was jam packed with papers. Taking one out, you unfolded the small pink paper and you gasped softly. ‘Your smile takes my breath away!’. For a moment you stared, and then hold the paper close.
Reaching in, you pulled out one more. The yellow slip opened to reveal a picture of you and Mei making snow angels in the winter beneath a big pine. It read ‘You’ll always be my snow angel’.
Holding the two papers and staring down at them, you felt slowly all the negative emotions melt away. Tears filled your eyes, and you didn’t make a noise as a pair of arms pulled you close from behind. Turning, you buried your face into her neck and knew that in her own way, she was trying to make you feel better.
More then most, Genji can understand doubting in yourself and feeling anxious about things. When he became a cyborg, between the hate he harbored for his brother and the confusion and doubt of being a cyborg, Genji had been a mess
Of course, he also knew it was different for everyone. So it tore him apart seeing how you struggled with yourself
Especially when you seemed to devalue yourself and your hard work
A lot of the time he tried to give you as much praise or encouragement as he could, to show you that your effort was noticed but unfortunately, it never seemed to really hit home with you
One day Genji went to check on you after being called by Ana. Apparently you had a melt down during the Bombs Activation and Deactivation class. Automatically the two wanted to make sure you were okay
As he came up to the door, Genji stopped when he heard your voice. Peeking in, he could see you on the bed with your head in your hands, crying
He heard as you told yourself that you were worthless, that you would never be able to contribute to the team. That you’d only let them down.
Unable to bear hearing this, Genji shoved open the door. Startled, you sat up but before you could do anything, you were pulled tight against his chest. His hand brushed through your hair and you heard him take a shuddering breath
“Don’t say that. I beg you. y/n, i know…that you cannot see what i do. But i see a strong, selfless hero who will do anything to protect the people around them,” he said in your ear, needing you to know how he saw you, even if you didn’t see it yourself.
Taking off his mask, he lifted your chin and gave you a soft kiss. You couldn’t understand why, why he was so sweet to you when you felt like you weren’t good enough for him or Overwatch.
But before you could speak, the tears still sliding down your face, Genji caressed your cheek. “Do you know what i admire most about you? Its the fact that you try your very best at everything, no matter how impossible the task, because whats most important to you is the people you protect and defend. Mistakes might be made…but what makes a hero is that you will continue to fight and stand up for those who can’t,” Genji told you quietly.
Slowly, as those words rolled over and over in your head, the frustration and anger towards yourself ebbed away. Genji was always so kind to you…it was impossible not to feel the love radiating from him
“I just don’t want to let you down,” you whispered.
Genji smiled tenderly and shook his head.
“You could never let me down, y/n.”
And with that, you knew that he would always support you.
Jesse could always tell there was something wrong but a lot of the time, he couldn’t exactly put his thumb on what the problem was
A little less observant, most of the time he thought you were happy with how well you were doing
It was like he was your own personal cheer leader, except instead of pom-poms he had pistols
But a few months into your relationship he started to really notice that something was up with you, the way your face fell at moments or the way you’d stare off into the distance looking troubled, and all Jesse wanted was to make it better
Feeling restless one night, something kept niggling at the back of his mind. A thought, or perhaps more of a feeling
To stop his paranoia, Jesse got out of bed wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms and his belt, before heading to your room to check up on you. Honestly, he expected everything to be okay. But in the dark room, as he opened the door slightly, he heard quiet sobs
Slowly, Jesse pushed open the door and slipped in, shutting it without your notice. Seeing you curled up in the fetal position on the bed made him want to cry too, but right now his job was to soothe you
You jumped as the bed shifted and a warm, muscled body pressed against you. Strong arms pulled you close, and the feeling of a beard tickled your neck. That and the scent of cigars told you who it was even before he spoke.
“Don’t cry, darlin’,” Jesse whispered, his voice soft with worry. His Texas accent was soothing, as was the deep lilt of his voice.
The fact that he’d caught you in the middle of a break down embarrassed you. Without a word you tried to hide in the pillow but he was having none of it, pulling the pillow away.
Turning you, Jesse moved to sit against the headboard with you in his lap. “Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. Please tell me whats wrong. I might be a dumb cowboy but…but i still want to be here for you,” he murmured. It only made you cry harder but Jesse just rocked you and rocked you into his arms.
Silently he just rubbed your back as you let out all the tears that had been building up for such a long time. Finally, when the dams were empty, you admitted to Jesse the truth behind your feelings and how you were always worried of failure or screwing up, and how you doubted in your capabilities. Jesse didn’t speak a word, humming an old western tune softly in the darkness as he pet your hair and held you. Finally, you finished and waited for him to make fun of you.
It took a moment but Jesse pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Its not stupid to be afraid to screw up,” he said softly. “Its not stupid to doubt yourself. What your feeling is okay. That’s why you have me. I’ll always be there for you, baby. So please, no matter how dumb you think it might be….tell me what you feel, okay?.”
It felt strange, hearing Jesse say it was okay. This was the first time you’d told anyone how you felt. But as you laid there on his chest, exhaustion from the crying starting to fill you, you couldn’t help think that maybe it would be okay.
As long as you had Jesse there, maybe his love was all you would need to be able to push yourself in life.
This is an FYI. A friend infiltrated a support DT meeting. They are serious and committed. Here are her notes.
A VIEW FROM THE INSIDE OF THE OTHER SIDE Last night I attended a Pro-President “little d” meeting. My summary will be a bit long, however, I want to pass on what we learned, In the art of war it is always advised to know what your enemy is doing, that is why there are spies. Two of the groups I’m involved with have a committee that is subscribed to little d’s supporters newsletters, are members of various FB groups (with specially created profiles) and are on his mailing list for updates.
Last night 3 of us went to a group meeting. What we saw and heard was both scary and informative.
The meeting was led by 5 men and we counted approximately 70 people in the room including us. We counted 13 women.
They started the meeting with a pledge of allegiance to the flag. Then they jumped into discussions, the first being the Marches. It was a lot of WTF and why don’t they just shut up. They discussed the report that there were no arrests so that meant that the police and the media were lying. The leader(s) then gave them an “action item” to find anything to dispute the no arrests report and to put pressure on the police to arrest protestors. Several people in the group admitted to being at the March to try to interfere, but felt they were bullied by the Marchers and had to stop “for their own safety” (actual quote). They questioned why so many people “got away with it” (Marching). It seemed to be a hot point with them.
They moved on to reports from the teams. They have teams and committees with specific tasks, ie: daily phone calls and collect tallies of who makes phone calls to their Reps. It appears they call throughout the day, and each call is either a different issue or their personal favorite.
They have a team who monitor the public blogs and event postings of the Liberal groups (specifically mentioned Indivisible and MoveOn.) They laughed at the Indivisible Guide when one leader said “the Liberals will never get organized and carry any of this out, the snowflakes give up too easily, a little heat and they melt”. They talked about the “visit your representatives office event” that was planned for earlier in the day which was posted on MoveOn and all over FB. They also were at their reps offices, and a handful admitted to going to the Democratic representatives office in their own district to have their voice counted.
They have a team who spies on FB posts. When the man who was with us asked how to do it, he was told that if he was a member of Pantsuit Nation it’s almost an automatic in into most closed groups, and then once you are in one, you can get invited to others. Someone on their team joins all the public and open groups. Their report included reading a few actual posts, in a mimic whining voice, where the members were posting their concerns and frustrations and why bother. They actually cheered this. One leader applauded the report and said, “We don’t care if they like what we have to say, we don’t need them to agree with us. We just need them to give up, shut up and stay out of our way.” They discussed some of the issues and the recent signed orders from the WH. Some of this discussion sounded intelligent, as if they had researched not only the issue, but how to present it to get the buy-in from the group. It felt to us like a persuasion/programming tactic.
They broke into their teams and anyone not on a team was asked to choose one to sit in on. We each went to a different team. Each team talked about their mission and their strategy. The phone team assigned times for each phone call and a number to text after you called. They practiced scripts. The Anti-Abortion team talked about how to plan protests at PP and other clinics, to find the names of Doctors who perform abortions and out them by protesting at their offices and clinics. The communications team discussed the content of their newsletter, the content they were borrowing from other newsletters and articles from Briebart that they wanted to circulate. We didn’t get the names of the other teams that we didn’t sit in on but there were 4 others.
We found out that this group used to be a young republican group and after the election and seeing the actions of the Liberals, they changed to a support little d group to stand up for him and against Liberals.
I don’t believe all groups are this scary, however, they appear to be organized. One of the members in one of my groups, changed her registration to Republican so she could see what they do from the inside. She gets phone calls from a phone bank, sometimes several times a week, about issues and actions she should take, she gets their weekly newsletter and she attended a local Rep meeting. Her report is similar only in that they are very organized, take daily actions and communicate often.
So knowing this, what do we do? Our recommendations: 1.) Don’t give up. 2.) If you Marched, email your local police to write a thank you for their part in keeping the peace. 3.) Get organized. Even if you are not with an organized local group, you can organize yourself. Set aside certain times for certain actions based on what you CAN do. We are all under time constraints and work/family/life commitments, however, find what time you CAN give. **We have found that being with an organized local group that you can see and touch helps us to stay focused and feeling our strength. 4.) Determine what actions you CAN take – when and how many phone calls, emails, visits, protests CAN you do. Focus on that. 5.) Limit your time reading all the comments on FB. Too many can become overwhelming and can end up feeling like you are carrying a larger burden. 6.) Find and cross post the good results that are happening, so we can all see the progress. It may be small steps like the postponement of a cabinet position approval/rejection, however, every step counts. If you have ever attempted to lose weight, you remember how some days feel like nothing is happening, and then little by little the results start to appear. Whatever goal you have reached in little steps, remember the little steps got the momentum started. Stay strong. 7.) Find support when you need it. It’s been shown that if you vent to someone who is also venting, you both stay in the same spot. If you can vent to someone who will HEAR you without judgement and without chiming in, you can both get through it faster and back to feeling stronger. If you both need to vent, take turns; 2 minutes each venting and really HEAR each other, then switch places. When the venting is done, take a positive action. 8.) Take a break. Do something positive for yourself every day (more a few times during the day if you need it) that doesn’t include thinking about politics – exercise, spas, reading a good book, writing a love letter. Find something that bring you joy and shifts your energy. 9.) Don’t give up. We are Stronger Together.
The opposition may believe that a snowflake is fragile when the heat is on, however, although the snowflakes may melt, enough heat can also cause a boil. Together, we can be an avalanche, and if we can focus our boiling angry energy we can be the heat that they fear. I refer to him as “little d”. He has not earned my respect of capitalization nor use of his full name. Plus, on social media I don’t want to add to the algorithm that counts how many people are talking about him.