From a young age Solians are taught the necessary skills of survival by their pack  and those whom are allied with the Solian cub’s pack. Solian cubs are left in the care of their packs’ allies for most of the day whilst the adult members of the pack depart to certain areas and proceed to perform complex rituals in order to acquire colored-sheets and rounded metal bits that have monetary value to Solian society . Solian packs also bring their cubs to small areas of wilderness to socialize with other Solians; we believe this is so Solian cubs can start creating pack-allies for the time when they leave their birth pack in search of their own.
Kiva'tarr has added nem’s personal notes of nem’s observations of Solian cub interactions.
It started out innocently with a group of cubs gathering together at the call of one young fem-cub. At first, I simply thought that the fem-cub was establishing her dominance to any new-comers whilst re-affirming her standing with the other cubs who’d been to that particular wilderness patch. This belief was supported when the fem-cub started chirping at the other cubs gathered around her, barking at the few cubs whom seemed to protest her taking charge. The group dispersed swiftly and only the cub whom had protested remained; I believed it to be a form of punishment to shun the cub, and it seemed to work for the shunned cub faced the tall vegetation and covered it’s sight-receptors before calling out what I believed to be a series of pleads for the punishment’s end.
Eventually, the shunned cub gave up on it’s pleads and let out a boisterous bark and proceeded to hunt down the other cubs.
It was- it was horrifying to watch; this was not a display of social dominance but a ritual that Solian cubs partake in which teach them how to hunt. I watched in horror as the shunned cub systematically found all the others; some complied willingly with simply being found or a light tap, but others needed to be chased down- one even required the shunned cub to tackle it and pin it down! And the adult Solians present just watched and laughed.
Truly Solians are a terrifying species.
 Note that Solian packs do no require blood-relation to be accepted, nor do they have a universal structure; some packs may have only the cub and a single parent (the carrier parent appears more frequent in these pack structures but it is not uncommon that the propagator be the one taking care of the cub) while others have both parents present, some packs have only a single cub while others can have multiple cubs(Solian cubs are generally born one at a time but there have been known instances of multiple of Solian cubs being born) or litters, some packs consist of only the parents and cubs while others contain the parents’ litter-mates along with their offspring, some packs may consists of duel carriers or propagators raising cubs while others consists of adolescent Solians banding together….truly there are no other pack structures quite so diverse as the Solian’s.
 Evidence has shown, by observing Solians trade color-sheets and round-metal at gathering areas of Solians for consumables and other goods, that color-sheets and rounded-metal act much like Credits. As of yet, we haven’t been able to decide if there is an equivalent exchange rate between Credits and what Solians use, this is in part due to the vast variety of Solian color-sheets and rounded-metal.
Kiva'tarr saw children at the park playing a game of tag/hide-and-seek, truly a horrifying hunting ritual of young Solians.
the other day I asked my dad what his favorite Spielberg movie was and he said E.T. and I was sort of like??? but Dad you’ve seen Jurassic Park like 30 times and he just looked at me said “that’s because my children have seen Jurassic Park 30 times” and that’s how I learned that I ruined Jurassic Park for my dad
The air was humid as you jogged up the steps in your white sneakers, kicking the door open with the nudge of your hip as you held the box in your hands. Harry groaned when the door opened and you merely smiled at him, quickly closing it behind you.
“Do you know why I invest in air conditioning, Y/N?” Harry asked, running his hands through his sweaty and damp hair. “It’s to keep the inside cool. And with you opening windows and keeping the door open all the time, that’s kind of hard to do.”
You rolled your eyes and placed the heap of boxes on the counter as Harry watched you. You were dressed much cuter and more casual than you had in the past with school, and Harry realized that it was because you could breathe again. You had no one to impress. You’d gotten a job. And now was just that transition phase before you moved on with your life.
Do you remember when you learned to read, or like me, can you not even
remember a time when you didn’t know how? I must have learned from
having been read to by my family. My sisters and brother, much older,
read aloud to keep me from pestering them; my mother read me a story
every day, usually a children’s classic, and my father read from the
four newspapers he got through every evening. Then, of course, it was
Uncle Wiggily at bedtime.
So I arrived in the first grade, literate, with a curious cultural
assimilation of American history, romance, the Rover Boys, Rapunzel, and
The Mobile Press. Early signs of genius? Far from it. Reading was an
accomplishment I shared with several local contemporaries. Why this
endemic precocity? Because in my hometown, a remote village in the early
1930s, youngsters had little to do but read. A movie? Not often —
movies weren’t for small children. A park for games? Not a hope. We’re
talking unpaved streets here, and the Depression.
Books were scarce. There was nothing you could call a public library, we
were a hundred miles away from a department store’s books section, so
we children began to circulate reading material among ourselves until
each child had read another’s entire stock. There were long dry spells
broken by the new Christmas books, which started the rounds again.
As we grew older, we began to realize what our books were worth: Anne of
Green Gables was worth two Bobbsey Twins; two Rover Boys were an even
swap for two Tom Swifts. Aesthetic frissons ran a poor second to the
thrills of acquisition. The goal, a full set of a series, was attained
only once by an individual of exceptional greed — he swapped his
sister’s doll buggy.
We were privileged. There were children, mostly from rural areas, who
had never looked into a book until they went to school. They had to be
taught to read in the first grade, and we were impatient with them for
having to catch up. We ignored them.
And it wasn’t until we were grown, some of us, that we discovered what
had befallen the children of our African-American servants. In some of
their schools, pupils learned to read three-to-one — three children to
one book, which was more than likely a cast-off primer from a white
grammar school. We seldom saw them until, older, they came to work for
Now, 75 years later in an abundant society where people have laptops,
cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with
books. Instant information is not for me. I prefer to search library
stacks because when I work to learn something, I remember it.
And, Oprah, can you imagine curling up in bed to read a computer?
Weeping for Anna Karenina and being terrified by Hannibal Lecter,
entering the heart of darkness with Mistah Kurtz, having Holden
Caulfield ring you up — some things should happen on soft pages, not
The village of my childhood is gone, with it most of the book
collectors, including the dodgy one who swapped his complete set of
Seckatary Hawkinses for a shotgun and kept it until it was retrieved by
an irate parent.
Now we are three in number and live hundreds of miles away from each
other. We still keep in touch by telephone conversations of recurrent
theme: “What is your name again?” followed by “What are you reading?” We
don’t always remember.
Request: Can I get an
imagine where Dean and Sam are on a hunt with their friend, who’s like a sister
to them, and Castiel’s soulmate? She goes to fight something that went after a
baby and destroys it because when she was younger she lost her baby sister?
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“Y/N, you need to be rational about this.” Dean attempts,
watching as you stuff yet another gun
into your trusty knapsack. You only glare at him in response, eyes boring holds
of pure heat into him – and not in a good way. He’s never seen you like this –
it’s frightening. For someone who usually provides so much joy and light,
you’re terrifying when you’re on a mission.
You flip the flap over and haul it onto your back, “Rational went out of the
window the second we established that a baby
was a target here. A baby, Dean!
How are you still sat on your ass?!”
Sam, who is intelligently sat on the bed in the corner,
visibly flinches. Good. Let him flinch – let him be afraid. Let them both see
how deadly serious you are about this, because any form of play disappeared
from the chess game a long time ago.
Too long – it could already be too late, for all you know.
“Y/N, sit down. This… thing, it’s been going after people
for a long time. It’s good at it. We need a plan before we go charging in there.”
A special cult of vampires,
travelling from town to town, prizing the blood of the young and innocent over
any other. They don’t get a look-in most of the time, but here… it’s a given.
They’ve wormed their way into the social care system, and it’s only a matter of
“I don’t give a shit!” You explode, having to resist going
for the gun at your side, “We’ve taken out bigger and badder things with less
planning. We don’t have the time, Dean. Sam, you have to agree with me.”
Sam lifts his head, but only to give you an apologetic shake
of the head. If you’d been even slightly less human than you are, you’d have
“I can’t believe- you know what, it doesn’t matter. I’m
leaving. Call me when the two of you have managed to grow a pair.” You turn on
your heel, and make it all of three steps towards the door before bouncing
straight off something as hard and steady as stone.
“Y/N? What is the problem? I could feel your distress.” He
says softly, hands coming to rest of your shoulders. Despite the calm he always
offers, you can still feel your heart racing and stomach twisting – you’d
accepted the bond between the two of you just a few months ago, meaning that
him being there and so close combined with all of the emotion and turmoil of
Of all the stupid, annoying, embarrassing things, your
stupid human brain doesn’t know how to do anything but burst into tears.
Completely overwhelmed by everything, you crumple into his chest, tears already
building up and flooding over in protest of it all.
Before you know it, you’re bundled into his arms, the warm
glow of his protection quickly enfolding you in comfort – both of you know how
dangerous and volatile the bond can be, and you’re slowly adjusting, but with
every hardship you learn that it’s worth it. Even when he does get… grumpy,
whenever you’re less than smiling.
“What did you say to her?” Cas snarls, still holding
you close. Dean holds fast, though seeing one of his best friends as terrifying
as that… to his credit, he waits until Cas’ gaze moves back to you before he
“We… realised that the cult’s victims are children; that the
random killings were just to throw us off.” Sam says softly, ever the diffuser,
“Y/N… wanted to go straight away. We thought that we needed a plan.”
Something sparks in Cas’ eyes. Both brothers see it – and
you feel it, through something deeper and more innate. Before you can lift your
head to comment, the motel room has fallen away from beneath your feet and you’re…
in a brightly lit park. Children play, parents talk idly, but none of them so
much as look at the pair of you.
Cas pulls back then, wiping away the tears from your face
and searching your eyes for a few moments, “This is about your sister.”
“Sam and Dean don’t know about her.”
A shake. You hadn’t wanted to tell them – not when they had
their own sibling-related issues, and certainly not when you didn’t feel like
you could talk about it without falling into a thousand pieces, yourself, even
all these years later.
“Y/N, you don’t have to hide it. You did nothing wrong,” His
voice is low and soothing, like the soft warmth of a blanket by a fire after a
snowstorm, “You have nothing to be ashamed of. We all bear our scars – Sam and
Dean are family. They aren’t going to judge you.”
“I know.” You wipe at your eyes, unable to meet his azure
gaze, “But… I just didn’t want to talk about it. She should be here, she should
be alive. But she isn’t. And this is the least I can do to make up for that.”
Cas pauses, then nods, reaching down and taking one of your
hands in both of his, soft and steady, “Alright. You and I, we’ll go together.
How is that?”
There isn’t another option but to nod: you can’t take the
hunt alone, and you certainly aren’t going to go with Sam and Dean now. Plus,
what better than time spent with your soulmate? Even hunting time is better
than no time.
The hunt went smoothly – even when you slip back into the
motel room, hidden under Cas’ celestial cloak of silence, and slide into bed,
the panic and flood of emotions has ebbed away. You’re exhausted, and by the
time Cas has draped his coat over you and taken a seat next to you in order to
watch over you – a position he’s taken up most nights, over the past few months
– you’re knocked out.
Even so, he watches over you – and the boys. Because you’re
family. And family, blood or not, doesn’t give up on each other.
Request: Can I request protective yoongi scenarios (since i like this side of him but wanna see toward his family) where Yoongi let Taehyung and Jimin take Taeyeon to theme park with their kids. Then Taejun tell his dad he likes Taeyeon and since Taehyung adoresTaeyeon, he likes the idea. Later when Yoongi joined them, he saw his daughter hand in hand with Taehyung’s son, he got over protective. ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much.
Genre: Family / Friendship.
-We will be joining you later- Yoongi said to Taehyung who was the one taking the bag you had prepared for Taeyeon, you had to go run some errands together so it had been great when Taehyung had offered to take Taeyeon with him to the park since he was taking his son too and soon Yoongi learned Jimin was going as well with his twins.
-It’s all fine hyung, you take your time, we will have fun-
You were talking with Jimin as Taeyeon was greeting Minah and the two boys. -Be careful, don’t let them go by themselves-
-Come on hyung- Taehyung laughed patting Yoongi’s back. -I’ll take care of her as if he was mine-
Yoongi nodded dedicating a fond glance to his daughter. -I’m just saying, none of your wives are going, and you two like parks too much-
Taehyung laughed at that and Jimin busted in the conversation. -Hey, we are perfectly responsible people-
-He’s just nervous to let go of Taeyeon- you whispered to Jimin who whispered to Taehyung making both of them laugh and Yoongi glare.
-Yah, what are you whispering there Y/N? And you too, rascals-
You laughed too going back to his side. -We were just saying you are bitter because you are not going-
Yoongi snorted placing his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer, you saw the four children, they were all around the same age, Taejun, Taehyung’s son, being the oldest with six, but they all interacted well together, it wasn’t the first time they met so they were pretty friendly with each other, little Taemin, Jimin’s son, being the shyest.
Taeyeon you knew would be perfectly ok, her uncles adored her, and she was a pretty capable five year old, playful and just a bit shy with strangers, but with them she was in her comfort zone, she was specially close with Taejun since they were just months apart in age and they got along well.
Instead of going to Lotte World, they were going to Seoul Children’s Grand Park which was likely to be less crowded but it was a great park too. You were a bit anxious too, a natural thing to see your little girl go out when at her short age it were rare the times when she went out, to anywhere that wasn’t school, without you. For Yoongi you knew it was a hard thing as his little girl was the apple of his eye, he was overprotective with you and the same thing translated to his daughter. They accommodated all the children on the back seat, the four of them going comfortably in Taehyung’s SUV.
-Call us if anything- you told them and both men nodded. -Have fun!- you cheered making the children wave and cheer back.
-Daddy!- Taeyeon threw a kiss at him and you could almost see Yoongi’s spirit falling and melting, it was a wonder how he just waved back cooly instead of clutching his heart.
• you’ll know that you’re loved
• because he’s so precious and affectionate
• but kinda weird
• but it’s a cute weird and it rubs off on you
• so the members adore y'all otl
• his hands are so soft
• and so you love holding them
• he kisses your cheeks a lot
• and your forehead
• he shows you lots of love
• you get stuffed animals more than anything
• matching jewelry
• honestly you barely sit in his lap
• but you do cuddle and hug a lot
• his hugs are the warmest
• he stares at you alot and he usually doesn’t realize how hard he’s blushing
• “you’re so cute y/n, what did i do to deserve someone like you? seriously, you keep me going i love you”
• he can go on for hours tbh
• you usually don’t reply with words
• you just kiss him
• falling asleep together in di dorms
• you wake him up by kissing him or sometimes tickling him it just depends
• his laugh is everything to you
• you try not to stress him too much
• you really care about him
• he loves the meals that you cook for him
• even if it’s just ramen and rice
• he appreciates all of your efforts
• “i have the best girlfriend ever”
• “and i have the best boyfriend ever”
• he once pranked you by proposing with a ring pop smh
• baby kink
• neck kiss kink
• touching your curves kink
• y'all don’t wrestle in bed that much but when it happens, iz magicul
• playful couple
• always happy
• picnics by the river
• and by the park
• children at heart
• you call him
• “win win win win win win win”
• ^ when you want something
• “y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n”
• ^ when he’s not gonna actually answer you, you ain’t getting squat
• he does cute stuff like tie your shoes for you
• but he can also be an asshole and untie them + run away
• teaching him about your culture while you teach him about yours
• exploring the city together
• doing fun stuff together ofc
• he cute, you cute
• all you/he know(s) is love
• you stare at him too btw
• don’t hang around other people’s cause he gets jealous
• that is all.
Request: Bucky x reader? They’re married
and she finds out she can’t have a baby. So him and tony (her big brother) go
adopt a little girl to surprise her. She gets in from work to see her super
soldier snuggled up to a 4 yr old girl. She jumps up extremely excited and asks
if your her new mommy. Reader is so happy she’s in tears.
You’ve been married to Bucky for over 6 years now and you’ve
been trying for a baby for a while. No… a long time… 4 years. You tried several
pills to help fertility but nothing seemed to work. You finally decided after
over two years to trying, you went to the hospital with Bucky.
Bucky was worried it was him. That his time frozen had
affected his ability to fertilize… but it was you in the end. You had a genetic
disease that meant your eggs stopped being able to fertilize. And even if you
did, you would almost instantly miscarry, and it made you realise all those
heavy periods… was you losing your baby.
Nothing tears at our hearts like a story of stolen children, but something was not quite right with the tale a hysterical young woman told police over the phone on October 24, 1994.
The woman - who identified herself as twenty-three-year old Susan Smith - claimed she had stopped for a red light in downtown Union, South Carolina, when an armed black man approached the car and demanded she get out. When she did, Susan claimed the man had threatened her and then sped off in her car. Her two sons Michael (3) and Alexander (14 months) were asleep in their car seats during the entire incident.
Police were quick to respond to the case of Susan’s missing children, but soon there was reason to suspect the mousy housewife was not telling the truth; during interviews Susan would accidentally refer to her sons in the past tense (as if she knew they were already dead), did not appear to cry, and gave a very vague and disordered description of the man who hijacked the car.
Over nine days, Susan gave a series of very emotional television appearances where she pleaded to the ‘hijacker’ to return her sons safely. It was after her latest one on November 3, 1994, that police confronted Susan with the inconsistencies in her story, namely the fact she claimed she had stopped the car for a red light on the night of the hijacking. This was later proven to have been impossible, as the red light on that particular intersection only goes red if another car was approaching from the opposite direction - which wasn’t the case, as Susan had been very adamant that nobody had been on the street that night.
After repeated questioning, Susan Smith confessed to murdering her two sons. She told the police that she drove to a nearby lake intending to drown herself and her two children. After parking at the edge of the water and disengaging the brake, Susan claimed to have had a change of heart and got out of the car at the last second. Her two boys, trapped in their car seats, drowned as the car drifted out and filled with water. A search of the lake soon revealed Susan’s car resting on the bottom of the lake, with the bodies of her two children still inside. After her arrest a psychiatrist diagnosed her as a depressive personality, and that she killed her children during a psychotic episode. It later came out that Susan was having an affair with a married man before her sons deaths, and he told her they could not be together due to her sons, which caused Susan to snap.
Susan Smith was charged with two counts of murder and found guilty in October 1995. She was sentenced to life in prison and must serve thirty years before she is released.
A/N: This was requested by an non! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3
You stood in the hallway as Dean and Sam talked to God, or Chuck as he called himself. How could Chuck turn out to be God? You couldn’t grasp onto it. You met Chuck such a long time ago and never once did you think he could be God.
As Dean and Sam left the library, you exchanged glances with them, walking in after them. His expression seemed to brighten at the mere sight of you, but that was about to change. Chuck’s smile quickly faded as he averted his eyes from you.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t be upset with me, but I can see that’s not the case,” Chuck mumbled, exhaling heavily. “I don’t understand why you’re upset with me [Y/N]. What did I do wrong?”
Law Scholars agree, in order to enact plans Trump would have to violate First Amendment, Fifth Amendment, Bill of Rights, 14th Amendment, due process, equal protection, and the doctrine of enumerated and limited executive powers.
Trump argues for the repeal of the 14th Amendment (Which would allow for the creation of a government similar to the totalitarian police state from the novel Starship Troopers in which Americans could only earn their rights through loyalty to the government.)
Trump doubles down after veterans speak out claiming U.S soldiers would not commit war crimes or torture children even if ordered to. Trump responds with, “They’re not going to refuse me. If I say do it, they’re going to do it.“
(The Central Park Five were a group of minority boys aged 13 to 16 accused of attacking and raping a white woman back in 1989.)
After buying ad space in four New York Newspapers calling for the death penalty to be brought back for these black children. Trump was quoted saying about the boys:
“They should be forced to suffer! Criminals must be told that their CIVIL LIBERTIES END WHEN AN ATTACK ON OUR SAFETY BEGINS!“ ― Donald Trump
Years later after DNA evidence proved beyond a reasonable doubt that the boys were innocent and falsely convicted Trump refused to apology for his statements claiming they were still “somehow probably guilty”
Trump says the Chinese government “showed strength” in response to the Tienanmen Square protests in which they massacred 3,000 peaceful protesters.
“The Chinese government almost blew it. Then they were vicious, they were horrible, but they put it down with strength. That shows you the power of strength. Our country is right now perceived as weak.”
Trump security refuses to allow black Muslim woman into event despite her having bought a ticket and being a Trump supporter. Yet let white anti-trump protesters into event. When confronted over the racism security guard says, “If I’m told by Trump’s campaign that some people can’t come in they can’t come in.”
Trump responds to questions about violence committed by his supporters with:
“People come with tremendous passion and love for their country. When they see what’s going on in this country, they have anger that’s unbelievable. They don’t like seeing bad trade deals. They don’t like seeing higher taxes. There’s some anger. There’s also great love for the country. It’s a beautiful thing in many respects.”
1991 book written by Trump Plaza Hotel & Casino President quotes Trump as saying:
“I’ve got black accountants at Trump Castle and Trump Plaza. Black guys counting my money! I hate it. The only kind of people I want counting my money are short guys that wear yarmulkes every day… . I think the guy is lazy. And it’s probably not his fault because laziness is a trait in blacks. It really is, I believe that. It’s not anything they can control.“
Trump builds casino in black majority city and breaks promise to mayor about hiring locals, refrains to hire the minorities and opting to staff the casino with almost exclusively all Caucasian employees.
After being called out for racism, Trump retweets an image of a black family claiming that the family supports him. (The image is taken from from the first result on google images when you search “black family”)
Donald Trump is accused of rape or sexual assault by numerous women over several decades. (This includes 2 separate cases where a 13 year old accuses Trump of raping her while he was at a party hosted by now convicted pedophile Jeffrey Epstein)
“She was married, I tried to f*ck her… I moved on her like a b*tch… When you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the p*ssy, you can do anything.” Actual Trump quote caught on audio in 2005.
“Women you have to treat them like shit.” Trump said this before pouring wine down the back of female investigative journalist Marie Brenners dress in 1992 as payback for her writing a negative story about him. He later bragged about the event.)
Donald Trump is accused of rape or sexual assault by numerous women over several decades. (This includes a case where a 13 year old accuses Trump of raping her while he was at a party hosted by now convicted pedophile
Trump lies about donating to charity again claiming he has donated over $100 million dollars without providing any records or evidence or naming who he donated too. Meanwhile a TSG review of his foundation’s Internal Revenue Service returns ranks Trump as the least charitable billionaire in the United States.
Trump makes up civil war battle to make his golf club seem more important, questions historians who tell him he’s wrong, makes up fictitious anonymous historians who said he was right, backpedals even further by saying the made-up historians didn’t talk to him but his people when he is asked their names.
Trump tells New York Times he wants to impose unprecedented 45% tariff on Chinese goods. At debates he accused New York Times of misquoting him admitting how crazy it would and how he would never want it then goes on to argue for the 45% tariff two minutes later.
Trump hires a
financial analyst to gauge his Taj Mahal Casino project, the analyst says that the project would fail by the end of that year. Trump sues the analyst demanding he says it will succeed. By the end of the year the Casino declares bankruptcy.
Author Timothy O’Brien
calls Trump a millionaire instead of a billionaire. Trump responds by suing him for $5 billion dollars. O’Brien gets to court and is able to prove Trump had been lying about his net worth and was in reality worth between
$150 and $250 million.
Maher responds to Trumps demands for Obama to release his birth certificate to prove he was born in America saying Trump should release his to prove his
mother had not mated with an orangutan. Trump responds by suing Bill
Maher for 5 million dollars.
Later when asked if Trump knew Maher was joking and didn’t actually think Trump was the product of bestiality Trumps responds with “I don’t think he was joking. He said it with venom.”
(I just want everyone reading this to take a moment and wonder how people would react if Hillary tried to take away a comedians free speech and make them pay her millions over making a joke about her)
Trump claims Obama Never Attended Columbia, while also claiming he did but was a terrible student, while also encouraging his twitter followers to commit felony cyber crimes by “hacking Obama’s college records to check his place of birth.“
Pence thinks America has a duty not only to stop gays from marrying but gay relationships in general citing how we must enforce gods laws over human laws.
(I want everyone to just stop and imagine what would happen if Hillary picked a VP who was a fundamentalist Muslim and who said we can’t let the gays exist because the law of Allah is more important than the laws of America.)
Pence created mandatory minimum prison terms for drug crimes making it so someone who has been arrested as a repeat drug dealer must spend no less then 10 years in prison if convicted. Pence also changed the definition of drug dealer from someone who deals drugs to anyone who is caught with 28 grams of a controlled substance even if they didn’t intend to sell the drugs. Pence also passed a law making it so pharmacists can refuse to sell people medicine if they believe they are drug addicts even if the medicine isn’t a hallucinogen.