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pocketprince ([personal profile] pocketprince) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-04-20 01:36 am

I've started a florist's

420 MEME

Once a year it approaches, the Dankest of Days: April 20th. “ The code first came about in the fall of 1971 because the Waldos planned to meet at a statue of Louis Pasteur at the school at 4:20 before they went on an expedition to score some free weed from a plot of marijuana plants abandoned by a Coast Guard service member,” reports Techtimes, which goes onto thank the Grateful Dead for popularizing the term.

However it truly got its connotation, you’d be hard pressed to find someone who doesn’t associate 420 with our good old friend, pot.

Whether your characters light up at the leisure of a green medical card or they kick back on Wednesdays with their plug, you’re here cos you want to play your characters smoking.

And hey, if you partake along with them, we’re not judging.

information referenced from https://www.leafly.com

INDICA: “ The high from a quality indica strain leaves you relaxed and social. The stronger varieties will numb your body and put you to sleep. Great for relaxation, stress relief, and couchlock.”

SATIVA: “The high from sativa strains are often described as uplifting and energetic. These are great for daytime use and a favorite for medicinal users because of the pain relief properties.”

HYBRIDS: “Hybrid cannabis strains provide the best of both worlds. Expert breeders select the top sativa and indica strains and combine them into super strains that maintain the best aspects from both parents. Hybrids can be sativa or indica dominant and have the effects to match.”


  • anxious—
    don’t forget, sometimes cannabis can cause anxiety reactions… Is your character fighting anxiety or getting into it?

  • aroused
    yep, you even have a smut option

  • creative

  • energetic

  • euphoric

  • focused

  • giggly

  • happy

  • hungry

  • relaxed

  • sleepy

  • talkative

  • tingly

  • uplifted

  • fight fatigue, cancer, migraines, depression, anxiety, pain, and PTSD

  • stay on task

  • and finally, fuckin party.

  • That’s right— there’s no shame in kicking back and getting recreational— after all. Have a weed smoking party, visit your dark therapist, grab some edibles at the dispensary, or check out your local college campus.

    Theoretically. Have fun! And uh, try not to get caught doing anything illegal.
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    Don Draper | Mad Men

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    littlemissfutility: (89)

    beth greene | the walking dead

    [personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-04-20 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Canon, cross-canon, and assumed CR are all great. Who's up for some post-apocalyptic experimentation?]
    fantheflame: (Sigh)

    Sasuke Uchiha | OTA | will match format | OU [or] Modern AU but still shitty and traumatized

    [personal profile] fantheflame 2017-04-20 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    ((ooc: Can play OU on request; prompt is for modern AU with a similar power concept to Heroes of Olympus. "Villages" are secret factions similar to yakuza more than they are locations. Sasuke's returned to allegiance with Konoha but is on a Leave of Absence to go to college (US because Japanese weed laws are not conducive to this meme) because Fuck This Shit. Open to switching this up, or ask me for more detail if you like!))

    Sasuke had spent most of his life not touching anything mind-altering. A shinobi worth their salt needed to be on their toes all the time, and anything that might slow reaction time or numb inhibitions regarding using chakra around normals was not in anyone's best interest. And Sasuke personally abhorred the idea of letting his guard down, not just for what he might miss on the outside but for what he might let out from behind all the walls and locks and failsafes inside.

    But after the second time he'd broken something (first, a lamp; second, a fist-shaped section of wall) when Ibiki had called him out of nowhere about "special interest missions" despite Tsunade's assurance he wouldn't be disturbed... Naruto and Sakura had informed him he needed to manage his anxiety, now. (He'd protested that it wasn't anxiety, it was fury, but he hadn't had an intelligent rebuttal to Sakura's matter-of-fact reading of a list of symptoms of anxiety-rooted anger attacks.)

    Naruto had a medical card because of course he did. He was if anything worse than Sasuke about managing his neuroses - his just tended to result in a lack of self preservation instead of property damage. Sakura, straight-A med student that she was, promised to help Sasuke with getting one if it turned out to work for him.

    So here he sat, in the upper-floor common room of the apartment building they shared with a variety of neighbors they as a group mostly got along with, with all the windows open and the coffee table covered in candles and incense, slowly breathing out his first pull of indica.
    Edited 2017-04-20 13:42 (UTC)
    mementodagger: (crash and burn you're not alone)

    College AU wheeee!

    [personal profile] mementodagger 2017-04-20 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
    Medical cards are a godsend if you're traumatized or sick or in some way messed up. Of course, the tricky part is getting over the idea that you're allowed to smoke weed by virtue of that card. Coming from Britain, a country where cannabis is illegal even for medicinal purposes, Yurick has it firmly stuck in his head that he shouldn't be doing this. For god's sake, he'd moved here for this explicit reason-- to this very apartment building, no less, since it had an openly pot-friendly reputation-- and he still couldn't bring himself to light the joint he carried.

    Maybe he should start slow. Secondhand smoke, a contact high, just being around people who were already drifting. For the first time since moving here, he steps into the common room, his one good eye taking in the lay of the land and the solitary young man smoking on the couch. Biting his lip, he crosses to the couch and sits on the other end, giving the black-haired boy plenty of personal space.

    ... now if he could just get over this awkward silence.


    Brilliant, Yurick. Very articulate.
    scarlet_devil: (Default)

    Remilia Scarlet | Touhou Project

    [personal profile] scarlet_devil 2017-04-20 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Aged up for the aroused option. Also a vampire with munchies is probably a bad idea. ]
    anyhole: (pic#10208599)

    kuwabara kazuo | gantz | m/f for smut

    [personal profile] anyhole 2017-04-20 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Kuwabara's already got his daily spliff hanging between his lips and it is some good shit. He's chiefing on a new strain he hasn't tried before -- a dank hybrid with the goofy ass name "Ghost of Leeroy" -- and it's potent enough that, after only a few tokes, the stoner is already fiending for a bag of jalapeno chips.

    That, and pussy. ]
    fantheflame: (Ends)

    dis cute

    [personal profile] fantheflame 2017-04-20 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
    Sasuke looks up when someone steps in and, as is his custom, gives the new arrival a quick once-over before making and maintaining eye contact. (His friends keep trying to tell him this is what intimidates people, but it's second-nature by now and at this moment he's not in a place to prioritize other people's comfort or discomfort. At least he manages not to outright glare.)

    Despite this being his first finger of weed, Sasuke holds it like he's comfortable with it (like he knows what he's doing), and he manages to look completely at-ease and confident, in command of the room.

    He's gotten good at that, even with the alarms blaring in his head about strangers being around him while he smokes. (That was the whole point of this operation, though... seeing if this can get him relaxed enough not to be completely tense around the other tenants in what should be a completely normal situation. Sasuke remains dubious.)

    He blinks, though, at that "conversation starter." It actually does ease Sasuke when the other person is more overtly anxious than he is, so...

    "Is there something you wanted?" One hit isn't going to make him any better at small talk, though.
    mementodagger: (all of hell to hold your hand)

    Please don't make him wet himself, Sasuke...

    [personal profile] mementodagger 2017-04-20 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
    Bloody hell, that stare makes Yurick feel like a live butterfly pinned through its body to a card, all helpless flutters and slowly dying inside. His face feels numb and his mouth quickly starts drying up.

    "I-- I just... I w-- wanted to say h-- hello...." His stutter is so bad it nearly buries his accent. It's not something he normally has, only when he's extremely nervous, and this definitely fits the bill. He closes his eye, takes several slow, deep breaths like his therapist taught him, tries again without opening his eye. Block out the sight of the person, pretend he's alone in an empty room, practicing a role.

    "Sorry... sometimes it gets quite bad. The anxiety, I mean." Better, no stutter, though it's a soft mumble now. "It's why I'm here." He gestures with both hands, indicating the apartment around them, before they return to his lap to clutch each other to a state of whitened knuckles.
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    tony stark | mcu

    [personal profile] ex_futurist957 2017-04-20 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ it's your friendly neighborhood iron man here to smoke you out~ ]
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    steve rogers / mcu

    [personal profile] immoveable 2017-04-20 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
    ( look, if comic book science can make a super soldier, it can make super strength weed to get him high too )
    forcefullyawkward: (Cute/happy)

    Kylo Ren - Star Wars (modern AU) - OTA

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    fantheflame: (Sidelong)

    It's not his fault he has resting Could Actually Kill You face

    [personal profile] fantheflame 2017-04-20 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    ...Sasuke definitely didn't expect to run into an English Hinata while smoking the first joint of his life, and it nonpluses him enough that he has no immediate response. At least that translates as patient silence.

    He starts to bring the cigarette back to his lips, figuring another hit will give this newcomer room to breathe and speak and also to hopefully ease up on a little of the introvert-tension already scratching up the back of his neck... but he has it within an inch of his lips when a familiar glint catches his eye from between the folds of this stutterer's shirt, and he pauses. Waits, until the other's arms move around a bit more, and he can catch it at more than a glance.

    A dogtag. Not just a military dogtag... one with an etching that dances and flares and steams like fire in Sasuke's gaze. But there's no temperature shift, and not a single surface in the room - not the metal braziers on the walls nor the reflective surface of the glass table, already dancing reflections of wavering candle flames - catches anything but plain, dull metallic light reflecting from the pendant.


    Sasuke may be bad at small talk, but when certain avenues open up...

    Casually, he runs his empty hand back along his own neck, catching his thumb under the chain there and slowly tugging his own necklace out from beneath his shirt. "You sound like you could stand to be lit already," he comments - lightly, for him - as he moves, letting his own round hammered military tag fall onto his chest. If by some chance this other teen just has a family heirloom and latent untapped magic, all he'll see on Sasuke's chest is a battered taijitu, silver metal with a patina staining the pertinent areas black. If not - if there's magic working under the other's skin - he'll see the Uchiha Crest instead, still battered, but with the patina a deep red, shifting like blood and glinting like fire, and the Konoha symbol, reflecting an occasional flash of electric blue, etched into the "white" of the fan. He does pull the joint all the way to his lips this time, inhaling slowly and holding once his lungs are nearly-full, giving the other time to parse and respond. Assuming he ever unclenches opens his eye.
    Edited 2017-04-20 17:31 (UTC)
    koogami: (10)

    oogami koga | enstars | ota

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    mementodagger: (my life flashed before my eye)


    [personal profile] mementodagger 2017-04-20 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
    Yurick sighs and leans back into the couch, turning his face toward Sasuke as he lets his eye open a sliver. "I should, but I've never--"

    He stops abruptly, sitting bolt upright with his eye wide in shock, gaze fixed on Sasuke's pendant. "You...." He coughs slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper. "You, too?" With the way his hand reaches up to clasp his own tag, there's no mistaking what he means. "Are we the only ones, or are there others here?"

    Another magic-user. Yurick can tell the other boy is Japanese by his features, he can see the differences better than most non-Asians. Are their abilities vastly different as he would expect, is it something he might've read about in his textbooks, would the other boy even be willing to talk about it with one of his own kind?
    thinhammer: (peace!)

    idk what im doing here ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

    [personal profile] thinhammer 2017-04-20 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Naruto is and probably always will be categorically bad at minding his own business at the best of times -
    everything is his business, and if it's not then it should be - but when it comes to something that might help in clearing up a pretty concerning problem in one of his closest friends, he can't help being a little more stiflingly nosy than usual.

    Which is why he's here, pushing open the door with his foot, brown paper bags in each hand and an overly excited grin on his face. Anyone having this kind of reaction to the sight of a teenager kicking back and smoking a joint in any other situation might be weird, but this is Naruto and Naruto doesn't think he's ever seen Sasuke chill in his life so of course he's here to witness it. He bundles in, almost drops a packet of something which threatens to slip out of a pretty impressive tear in one of the bags (who thought making bags out of paper was a smart idea) but catches it at the last minute with his foot and kind of boots it across the floor to where he comes to a stop and sits cross-legged in front of the couch and Sasuke. ]

    Okay! So, I got snacks. [ Which explains what the paper bags are and why they're bulging with a literally ridiculous array of foodstuffs. ] 'Cos you're gonna get hungry.
    fantheflame: (Violet)


    [personal profile] fantheflame 2017-04-20 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Sasuke is Not At All Surprised to see Naruto here - if anything, it's surprising that it took him this long to show up. ]

    [ Or. It would be, if it weren't for the plethora of snack food Naruto comes spilling into the room with. Sasuke gives him a long, slow blink as he drops to the floor and the bags kind of... blossom food onto the floor around him. It's actually sort of impressive that he got everything up here in one piece. (Though Sasuke wouldn't be surprised to leave later and see bags strewn up the hall from the elevator.) ]

    I hope you didn't bring me snack cakes and gummi bears, [ he deadpans, knowing that Naruto is generally smart enough to know his disdain for sweets... but also knowing Naruto's the type to either be too busy being boisterous to think about it, and also to bring sweets on purpose hoping Sasuke will change his mind once he's a little blazed. ]
    Edited 2017-04-20 20:09 (UTC)
    fantheflame: (Dilemma)


    [personal profile] fantheflame 2017-04-20 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    This guy definitely needs some chill more than Sasuke does.

    Or at least needs to get better about not throwing all his emotions into the air and seeing what sticks. (Or gets blown back.)

    He lets out his breath, leaning his head back blowing the smoke upwards so the cross breeze from the open door can pull most of it out the window. "There are some others here. Not the entire building, but I know a few more on my floor." He's not going to out his roommates specifically - though he doubts they would entirely mind - but at least he can indicate that they aren't the only ones in a sea of civilians.

    A beat. "This is the first of these for me. It's supposed to be calming, but I don't know yet if it works for me." Probably an entertaining statement to an onlooker, given how at ease and secure Sasuke appears.

    His next blink is a little slower, though, and he finds himself still staring into the ceiling instead of tilting his head back down.
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    panty anarchy ( paswg )

    [personal profile] sailormouth 2017-04-20 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ f/m for smut. ]
    ebrius_prophetiae: (thumbs up)

    Declan Parrish | OC

    [personal profile] ebrius_prophetiae 2017-04-20 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ when he gets high he tends to have lots of visions of the future and talk to dead people no one else can see. ]
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    [personal profile] thinhammer 2017-04-20 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Naruto shoves some of the boxes and packets and bags of treats out of his way so he can tug off his shoes without undoing the laces and chucks them haphazardly behind himself, all the while glaring a little at his Very Ungrateful friend. He spent a bunch of money on you, man, the least you can do is not bitch for like. Five seconds. ]

    There's some cakes and there might be gummi bears-- [ He says in a simpering tone, but then he digs through the small snack mountain and holds up a bag. ] But I got those gross chip things you like, an' I found loads of not sweet stuff too way up on top 'cause I guess no-one wants it but you.

    [ Yes, Sasuke, he's judging you for your shitty taste in food. Sasuke's theory is pretty spot on, though, since Naruto knows there is a very good chance that when Sasuke is appropriately baked he might find great enjoyment in popping candy and the sour bug candies that make Naruto feel like he's having a heart attack, so he's brought that kind of stuff too. for the moment, however, he leans in to look at Sasuke like he's about to grow a third head. ]

    How're ya feelin' so far?

    Ignis Scientia | ffxv

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    ardata: ponponpon @ dw (☆ put on your red shoes)

    Prompto Argentum | ffxv

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    idunnosurfing: (they sound like a swan)

    AU of the AU?

    [personal profile] idunnosurfing 2017-04-20 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
    At first, when Percy started college, everything had seemed okay. He'd even been excited to have a chance to focus on something normal for a while, and New Rome was better than any school he'd ever been to in New York, as far as managing his dyslexia went. For the first few weeks of the semester, it had gone well.

    Then the homesickness had set in, and with it a vicious, clinging depression. After the third class in a row he'd missed because he couldn't drag himself out of bed, having been up the whole night before with vivid nightmares, his friends had staged an intervention. Within days, he'd dropped out of New Rome University and was on his way back to New York, Jason at his side.

    (Annabeth and Piper had grown close while Percy became increasingly more ill. He can't blame her, after everything he's put her through, but the loss is still a sharp, gaping pain in his chest. At least Jason gets how he's feeling--and, okay, if he feels better when Jason spends weekends on the east coast and sleeps in Percy's bed, his hands warm and strong on Percy's skin...well.)

    Actually getting certified had been a pain in the ass--he'd gone through an entire long, involved interview with a psychologist about every terrible thing he'd been through, starting as far back as he could remember, before he'd learned that posttraumatic stress--which he hadn't even known he had, until Will Solace had pointed it out to him--wasn't a qualifying condition. Fortunately, though, the added tension had apparently caused old injuries in his joints to flare up, and chronic pain was a qualifying condition.

    Of course, getting his card hadn't unrung the bell of spilling his guts to a stranger, and over the past few weeks of living here and focusing for the first time on his own health, he's been intermittently staring numbly into space and spiralling into a panic so intense he can't breathe. He's been going back to the psychologist every week, after some urging from Jason, and he's pretty sure it will help eventually, but for now it still makes him raw and overwhelmed.

    He hit the dispensary after therapy today, and he's planning on lighting up as soon as he gets back to his own apartment, but as he rounds the staircase a familiar, floral-skunky smell fills his nose, and the imbiber's dark head comes into view. While the smell and the person are both familiar to him, the combination of them is new, and he finds himself breaking into a smirk.

    He heads over to the coffee table with a hand raised, then flops down to Sasuke's left. He holds up the bag, puts it on the coffee table, and steals the joint.

    "You're not allowed to get mad at me; I'm adding half an ounce to the communal supply."
    midgardener: (there's the wind and the rain)

    AERIS | FFVII_Blazed

    [personal profile] midgardener 2017-04-20 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
    Oh my god does anyone want Korean BBQ?
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    Let me know if this is okay!

    [personal profile] thenightsky 2017-04-21 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [They probably shouldn't have had it. Ignis would probably scold them if he knew, like he always does, and Gladio would just give them that look. That one that said "What the hell are you guys doing?".

    But Noctis wasn't about to let that stop him. Not when he needed a break; needed to relax and just set everything aside for another day.

    He had managed to get a hold of some during one of their stops in Lestallum, tucking it away into his coat for when the time was right. A day later and they found themselves in the middle of nowhere camping out as usual after a particularly rough day of dealing with soldiers and monsters..and yeah. Yeah today was a good day for it.

    Waiting for their companions to turn in for the night, Noctis had tugged Prompto away from the camp towards the lake that wasn't far off. Once they were settled he'd pulled the small pouch out of his coat along with the pipe that he'd bought as well, starting to slowly get things ready like he'd been shown.]

    ..Thanks. For earlier. [He murmured as he finished up and offered it to Prompto along with the lighter.] For having my back when those troops landed.

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