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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.
    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."
    fantheflame: (Dare)

    [personal profile] fantheflame 2017-04-22 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
    "Hey -!" The response is automatic, and if the thing in his hand wasn't actively burning he'd have fought Percy about it. "This is the first time I'm doing this and you're shaving uses off of it." Not that Sasuke necessarily thinks he'd smoke the whole thing - but griping is more or less how he communicates, and right now it's easiest to be snappish and not have to think about it. "If Naruto and Sakura come in here and bitch it's on you." He doesn't reach for it back, though. "Necessary" or not, he's still not exactly enamored with this whole idea.
    idunnosurfing: (when I hear songs)

    [personal profile] idunnosurfing 2017-04-23 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Chill, man, I'll roll you another one." Percy puts the joint to his lips and inhales deeply, holding it while he passes it back, then for another few seconds before tipping his head back and exhaling towards the ceiling. "I told you, I'm donating half an ounce. Got a bulk discount, so I have some extra, and I take care of my friends."

    Gently--still a little wary of appearing in any way like an actual threat; Sasuke's even jumpier than he is--he reaches over and touches his fist to Sasuke's shoulder in a pretend punch. "You feeling it yet?"