shattered flowers

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Stoner Sunday!!

I actually got all this yesterday, but I saved the post for today. Hooray for dispensary day and a very happy Stoner Sunday to you all!

Here’s the total haul:
- 1/2oz Chocolope
- 1/2oz Lavender
- 1/2g Blockhead Shatter (CO2 extraction)
- 1/2g Timewreck Shatter (CO2 extraction)
- 2 600mg HarleTsu oil cartridges at 2:1 CBD:THC
- Durban Poison oil cartridge
- Jilly Bean oil cartridge
- 4g White Dream (FREE SAMPLES!)

Usually I include the THC percentages on my concentrates, but (typical stoner) I can’t remember what they said it was now… Only that they said both were over 90%. So yeah… I’m a happy girl!

002: She is of Crimson Petals

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst, gore + vampire / hanahaki au

warnings: mentions of blood, death, and murder

word count: 1,559

description: The Hanahaki Disease is an illness where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. + “It reminded me of you.”

note: Yeah, I don’t know why I decided to write this genre mash-up either lol

request: hanahaki au from taehyung’s pov 


Taehyung had seen enough red in his lifetime to fill the Mississippi, the bloody current carrying the endless stream of bodies down the river of his past. They drifted in mangled pieces of splintered limbs and tattered flesh, the water unable to submerge the vast quantity of his indiscretions. His years of ripping and raging proved to be too much for the great river, even in the metaphorical confinements of his head it seemed. They littered the washed up crevices of his mind, tainting the cerulean memories that reminded him of the few good moments of his last two-hundred and eighty-seven years.

Of course, Taehyung had never been one for remorse in these types of situations. Once he was turned, his conscious took a backseat, so much so that he couldn’t even remember the disposition he’d wielded as a human. He imagined that he must’ve been the same cold-hearted, apathetic, monster that he was today. To him body count was a number on a similar wavelength to temperature, throw-away information that was constantly changing, just in Taehyung’s case it was only moving in the upward direction. His killings may have slowed since that first century or so thanks to a certain friend, but relapses were inevitable. Every couple of decades he found himself once again being consumed by the insatiable lust of his instincts, the water dragging him down the river, his bodies in tow.

That was just who Taehyung was; a killer.

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Test run of these 40mg Keystoned Cake Pops was a success. Next batch will have more stable chocolate and frosting.
As always we used Underworld Extracts the cleanest and highest quality medicine around. These cake pops are made with Fruit Punch, Sour D and Sunset Sherbert Wax.

Labels will be added with the proper care instructions and company information. As always these medibles are not intended for resale or sale to minors. Nothing on this page is for sale. Consume responsibly and as directed by your caregiver.

Story time y'all

Midas, who turns everything he touches to gold, is the King of France,
And like many kings before him, he has some illegitimate children all over the country.

One of them he doesn’t care about is called Enjolras, who happens to have inherited a curse as bad as his father’s;
The poor boy breaks everything he touches.
Gifts shatter between his hands, flowers decay, animals fall sick, people sometimes fall sick too, and sometimes everything goes horribly wrong for them.
Anyone who gravitates around him see their lives turn into the worst, and Enjolras feels so bad going around breaking the things he likes and hurting the ones he loves.

But the boy’s words are pure gold, everything he says is a wonder;
When he speaks the Sun enters the room, and warmth and light enters people’s soul.
He is nevertheless firmly decided on not touching anyone ever,
But come the day he meets Grantaire and he falls for the man, not because he was so broken that it was hardly believable that he could break him any further, but because he felt that last sparkle of hope;
And with his words, Enjolras rekindled Grantaire’s flame.

But Grantaire’s flame is not the only thing that had sparkle under Enjolras’ words.
Revolution fired as well and barricades were raised to keep enemies and fate away,
But curses know little about barricades and even less about hope,
Destiny is not one that can be turned around with actions,
And even the light cannot ignore fate’s shadow,
So he fell,
And so did anyone
Who had once been touched by the Sun.

Meeting Maggie's Mom

I’m sorry this is so long, I just really love Maggie Sawyer and I want her to be happy. So this is a continuation of this fic https://sanversinsane.tumblr.com/post/159541739738/meeting-maggies-parents ps. I wrote this before I knew Alex couldn’t cook. ENJOY.

Maggie busted through the door of her apartment like a bull in a China shop. The momentum of the door swinging open, caused her to lurch forward and bump into a side table, knocking over a vase of flowers, and shattering glass on the floor.

“Shit!” She groan as the door closed behind her. She began to mumbled to herself when she heard the voice of the only woman in the world who could make her day better, Alex.

“Babe?”

Maggie looked up at her as she walked out from the kitchen to where maggie was crouched down. “Oh Jesus, thank God you’re here.” Maggie sighed.

“Of course, I told you I was taking a half day today. I’ve been here since 3.” Alex crouched down and began helping Maggie pick up the larger pieces of glass. “Rough day?” Maggie huffed and that was Alex’s answer. “Does it have anything to do with your mom coming over for dinner tonight?” Alex asked.

Maggie stood and threw the large bits of glass in the garbage. “I don’t know Alex….is this a mistake? I mean after everything she’s done to me, after the whole…ordeal, of last night, to invite her back here?”

Alex stood and grabbed her pacing girlfriend by the shoulders. “Babe.” She smiled as they locked eyes. “Breath.” She could see her chest rise and fall with a deep breath. “You’re fine okay. Tonight is going to be good for you I promise. You’ll either get the closure you deserve, or you’ll start a new relationship with your mother, either outcome is a win for you.”

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If Heather Chandler survived
  • Heather Chandler: *wakes up in hospital after drinking drain cleaner*
  • Veronica: Hey Heather, you feeling better?
  • Heather Chandler: What? Where am I?
  • Doctor: Why, you're in the hospital. This young woman saved your life. She performed CPR for five hours straight.
  • Veronica: Yeah. They said you'd be okay after the first few minutes, but I just wanted to be sure.
  • Heather Chandler: Wow, I'm touched. I'll have to remember that when I'm kicking your butt. *sound of glass shattering* Those flowers for me?!