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moonbaby26 · 3 years

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Title: The Battle

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Continuation from last chapter. Set during X-Men: Age of Apocalypse, you and the others fly to Cairo to confront Apocalypse and his soldiers in an attempt to rescue Xavier.

Warnings: Apocalypse being a leg breaking, hero strangling jerk. Characters fighting for their lives, but bookended with fluff from Peter x Reader pairing.

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You’d at least gotten to clean up somewhat. Earlier as Hank and the new woman you’d just met, Moira, had worked on readying the jet, you’d found some bit of helpful supplies. Clean rags to wipe off the blood, and bandages that’d you’d hurriedly applied to your shallow claw wounds.

All the remnants of your restraints were gone, and your old, torn clothes you’d just tossed in favor of the thin jumpsuit and lightly armored black flight suit over the top of it. You all wore these suits, commandeered with this experimental jet now rumbling beneath you as you shot off to Cairo together.

There was silence for a good while, after some initial nervous chatter and joking from the others. It would have been too easy to fill this quiet with any of the myriad of questions still rushing through your brain, but you really had just listened and little more when they’d filled you in earlier with the gist of what they’d learned.

All that really mattered was that the Professor was being held captive by a seemingly omnipotent mutant. One that had now declared war on all and recruited his own powerful soldiers. This was a rescue mission, with likely all your lives at stake.

You leaned your head back, wondering if anyone else would really even know or care what had happened to you if you never came back from this.

The escape from Stryker’s lab had been life threatening as well of course, but it was so different when it’d just been one thing after another. Events unfolding too quickly to really develop any sense of dread, it’d been all adrenaline and luck really.

But even in a jet like this, flying all the way to Egypt was more than just a skip and a jump. It was well enough time to dwell on your own inexperience and shortcomings, to wonder if this was the last time you’d ever do anything at all.

“Hey,” Peter’s voice was quiet, just to you, as you glanced over, having been mired only in your own thoughts until that moment.

He was sitting beside you, both of you strapped in these jump seats that ran along both sides of the jet. Vaguely you realized the others had started talking once more as well then. Maybe that was why he felt more comfortable speaking to you again now.

He hadn’t addressed you directly since you’d reunited with the others. Though you wouldn’t blame him if he was just as nervous as you were deep down. But from his self deprecating jokes in front of your friends earlier, about still living at home with his mother, he would at least seem better at hiding fear if he did have any.

“Hey,” You answered back reflexively, looking at him fully again.

“So uh....” He was chewing a piece of gum, as if some part of him still had to stay in motion in order to remain comfortable. “That car, that was pretty sweet. That yours or what?”

Honestly it took you a very long, awkward pause before you could piece together any idea of what he was referring to. But being that you’d only known him since literally just earlier today, there wasn’t anything else he could possibly mean. “The yellow convertible?” You questioned anyway, not really surprised by much of anything now.

“Yeah, I mean, I take the road if there is one. I saw you guys on the way to the house,” He answered, still offering a little explanation regardless. “Looked like you knew what you were doing though.” There was a more sheepish grin emerging. “I was going to stop and say hey I guess. But then I saw the, you know, fireball coming out the house and all, had to go see what that was about. Save everybody or whatever...” He trailed off after a bit, maybe realizing that you were just letting him ramble.

It reminded you of how you’d acted with him during the whole lab fiasco. He seemed the more confident one down there, while you got easily flustered. You really wondered if having your friends here now was making the difference. As if he was more unsure of himself when there was a potential audience to hear what you might say back to him.

It was interesting, getting to put more of those pieces together, or at least starting to be able to when it came to him. For putting on the display of an extrovert, and if you could finally admit it, even him being an outright flirt, you felt more and more sure that that was only skin deep really. That was just the outer layer he protected himself with.

“It was one of the Professor’s cars,” You smiled genuinely, probably the first one since they’d told you where you were going in this jet and why. “We were on our way back from the mall.”

That warmth from you seemed to ease him back into his normal tone, maybe a slight relief in him that you didn’t find it off putting that he’d already taken notice of you before you even knew he was anywhere around.

“Oh, mallrat, huh?” He quipped, “I can picture that.”

He was teasing, but you gave it right back. “There is no way you can tell me that you don’t end up in music stores wherever you live, like a lot.” You hadn’t forgotten his band t-shirt after all. You thought you’d seen him putting away headphones at some point too. “And that leather jacket and pants you had? Come on, that didn’t come from some bargain clothes rack.”

You might have had him for just a moment there. Just a flicker of surprise in his eyes to know you really had paid him that much attention, before he retorted, “Hey, what’s the point of a fast car if it has no style, right?”

“Says the guy who most people can’t even see until he slows down.” But you were purposeful to make clear in your tone that that wasn’t an insult at all, just continuing a little more bravely afterward, “Though their loss I guess.”

There was no mistake then, he really did pause. You could feel the slightest bit of heat in your face again, but you were not about to take that back. Not when you didn’t even know what was really awaiting you all at the end of this flight.

And you were still the next one to speak, that resolve remaining. “If we make it out of this, maybe you can come with me back over there to our mall. Help me pick out some new stuff.” You tried not to make it sound funny, but on some cosmic level it still was. “Seeing as how my room and everything I owned was incinerated and all.”

“Deal.” He said immediately. Only a little afterward seeming to realize that maybe he sounded a bit too eager. He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “I mean, I’m pretty good at Ms. Pac Man too. They have an arcade, right?”

“Yes.” You answered, trying not to look too amused, and going along with him to help him feel more comfortable. “I can’t say I’m actually any good, but they do have a Flash Gordon pinball machine I always play. And a couple of air hockey tables. That’s my go-to.” No question with his speed that he would likely annihilate you on both. But the idea of being in a much simpler, safer place like that with him some day was a pleasant one right now.

“Oh yeah. I can show you a thing or two.” He was clearly back in his element then, looking smug once more.

“I’m sure you will.” You could only wonder if the god complex mutant and his lackeys you were now off to go challenge would have any idea that in the back of your mind you’d now be dreaming of a simple date in an arcade as extra motivation to get back home in one piece.

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It wasn’t long before things had started spiraling in quick succession again. You’d all arrived in Cairo to find it essentially destroyed, save for what this fake god had already erected in monument to himself. A huge pyramid in the style of the ancient Egyptians, one he’d taken Xavier hostage inside.

It hadn’t been clear though how much of the destruction was done by this mutant, and how much had actually been at Magneto’s hands as it was with more shock that you’d found him in the middle of this as well. Now serving this apocalyptic mutant.

You knew enough about Magneto to both fear and respect him. Even though his history with the Professor went back so many years, Erik Lehnsherr as he was actually named was always more on the side of peace through violence. While Xavier preached ideals of tolerance and education for regular humans to one day accept mutant kind, Magneto thought them incapable of such, and had no qualms on preemptive strikes against non mutants as well as eye for an eye type vengeance.

But even for Magneto this seemed surprising. He would really just give Xavier up this way? As you’d gotten closer, Jean had sensed that Apocalypse (what you were now calling the new enemy in your own mind) intended to take over the Professor’s body, possessing him permanently to gain access to his mind control powers and become basically omniscient. He’d be unstoppable with everyone as his puppets then. Free will would cease to exist.

“You guys help Nightcrawler get into the pyramid!” Raven called back to all of you as the jet was landing. “Get Charles and I’ll take care of Erik.”

You’d snapped back to attention at the orders, and you saw that Peter was suddenly at her side.

He looked so focused all at once, “I can get you in there,” He told her, referring to the debris field of broken buildings and all else now churning, stuck in a huge magnetic orb with Magneto at its center. When she didn’t look sure, he continued quickly. “I came here for him, let me help you.”

Raven nodded to Peter then in agreement, knowing there was no time for more back and forth. “The rest of you, get Charles on this plane and get him out of here!”

You too knew what was at stake, there was no reason to argue, even if there still must have been concern on your face. You didn’t understand Peter’s change and sudden fixation on Magneto.

But it was only Kurt that spoke up immediately, yelling back to Raven and Peter, “We’re not leaving without you!”

Peter looked back at that, “Don’t worry.” In fact, you realized he was looking directly to you for one moment. “We’ll catch up.”

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While Peter had sped Raven out of sight to try and reason with Magneto, Moira had stayed with the jet and Hank had come with you, Scott, Jean, and Kurt.

But as you all ran along the rubble, trying to make your way to the pyramid, it hadn’t been but moments until you encountered Apocalypse’s other soldiers, mutants set on stopping you all from interfering by any means necessary.

A tall, blonde man with wings made out of metal, a ninja seeming woman with a pinkish purple energy she could wield from her hand like a blade even while also carrying a katana, and a girl nearer your own age with stark white hair and seemingly the most power out of the three as she’d flown right towards you throwing lightning bolts from her hands.

You’d had no choice but to split up. Which you were sure was what they’d wanted even as you’d chosen to try and take the white haired girl’s attention. You didn’t really want to find out what would happen if one of those bolts struck you directly, but you could guess you had the best chance of anyone to maybe absorb some of it in your energy form.

You’d immediately powered up, glowing white as she’d chased you around the sky, both of you darting and flying in some kind of bizarre dog fight.

Your heart had been racing though, no amount of training at the mansion could actually prepare you for dueling with someone who actually wished to harm you. Everything to this point had just been about learning to control your powers, maybe even firing an energy blast at a dummy or paper target or two. But you’d never tried to hurt anyone. Not on purpose.

“Why are you helping him!?” You yelled out to her, swerving again as she tried to get close enough to you to land a hit. You generated an orb of light energy from one hand, letting it destabilize before you threw it towards her. It collapsed into itself, exploding to make a shockwave through the air that pushed her back again.

“He’s going to make it so we never have to hide what we are again!” She growled back in frustration, steadying herself in the air before her eyes hazed over into solid white.

You doubted that could be good, and of course it wasn’t as she raised her arms, a tornado like blast of wind then trying to knock you from the sky. You were able to shield yourself somewhat with your force fields, but the barrage of debris and wreckage that came with the winds made it too difficult to keep track of her as she did nearly land a direct lightning strike then.

“You’re wrong!” You yelled back, even as you felt numb and disoriented briefly, like the electricity surge was messing with your own energy. “He’s just using all of you! He only wants slaves, nothing more! And you’re just going to hand us all to him!”

She didn’t answer back after that, but you knew it wasn’t as if you could change anyone’s mind for them. She’d have to live with her own choices, just as you’d have to live with yours.

After a good while of this tit for tat though, you were really trying to take her out of the sky at last, knowing you needed to find and help the others as this had already been going on for far too long. You started trying to get her in the chest with white energy beam after energy beam shooting from your hands. She was fast, but you were able to at least get her in one shoulder at last as she spun with the force, losing altitude quickly with the hit.

Even as she fell, you could see her already correcting course though, trying to take aim at you again as she glared upwards.

But you didn’t get to see what happened next. A three fingered hand grasped your left arm suddenly from thin air, and then you were collapsing onto the floor of the jet you’d come here in.

“Gotcha, time to go!” Kurt spoke quickly as you looked to him in surprise, that strange burning smell hanging in the air briefly that always accompanied his teleporting. It was as instant a feeling as moving with Peter, but thankfully without the subsequent vertigo as you stood quickly, powering down, even as you were already looking around for the speedster.

With relief you did see Jean cradling the Professor’s head as they sat on the floor, Xavier unconscious but still breathing. But you did not see Peter or Raven.

Moira and Hank were already firing up the jet engines and you grabbed hold to the wall as you felt the craft quickly rising. “What about Peter and Raven?” You called out over the noise of the turbines spooling up faster and faster.

“We’ll have to trust them to figure it out, we’ve got to get Charles out of here now!” Hank answered back, leaving no room for debate.

You felt an unease building in your stomach, but it was true that if Apocalypse got Xavier, that Peter, Raven, or anyone else would then no longer matter anyway. At least for now you could hope Peter would just take Raven and run somewhere far from here. Xavier and Jean could use their psychic abilities to find them later and you could reunite.

But a hard thud above you left you all looking upward as the jet rattled.

“What the hell was that!?” Moira called out.

As soon as you saw that pinkish energy blade emerging through the jet’s hull, you had already powered up again, glowing and ready to shield the others as best you could. Apocalypse’s soldiers were proving too difficult to shake.

Yet Jean had other plans, “Everyone, grab onto Kurt!” She yelled.

You didn’t know what altitude you were already at, but you knew it wasn’t a survivable one for the jet itself if it was ditched now. Yet a fight in this close of quarters with all your powers would likely end in the same result. So her choice wasn’t as irrational as it first seemed.

You reached one hand quickly back, firmly grabbing onto Kurt’s shoulder, even as you kept your other hand raised towards where the metal winged mutant and the blade wielding woman were now trying to force their way in through the breach they’d created in the hull.

“I’ve never done it with this many people!” Kurt warned as you all held to him.

“Get us out of here!” Jean commanded, her desperation bringing out a forcefulness you hadn’t yet seen from her.

But Kurt was still straining, the sound of his opening whatever portal he used clearly heard but not bringing you anywhere as he tried several times.

The man with the metal wings jumped down into the cockpit, now just feet away as you realized what you had to do.

“Go without me!” You screamed over the rush of wind now coming through the hull breach. You let go of Kurt, making direct eye contact with Jean.

You could get out on your own. At least you were going to try. It was the only way. Kurt wasn’t able to take you all.

You felt that Jean was listening, that she heard your thoughts and that as difficult as it was, she agreed just as quickly. It was the only way.

“Do it!” She urged Kurt even through the horrified look he gave you both.

“I’m taking it down.” You also heard her voice say in your head almost simultaneously. That briefest warning to ready yourself before she willed the controls to throw the plane into a nosedive and cause Apocalypse’s soldiers to lose their footing.

The last you saw of your other friends was still their shocked and frightened expressions as they disappeared from right in front of you. But this was your only chance as well, propelling yourself as fast you could, right through the fading cloud of gas they left behind and past the now tumbling winged mutant as all your focus went to that small square of sunlight that they’d cut into the hull.

It was your one window of survival. For just the briefest moment, you felt him try to grab hold of your leg as you flew past him. But you kicked him with the other leg as hard as you could manage, breaking free into the open air as the jet plummeted on without you.

Out the corner of your eye you saw the woman had remained on the outside of the jet, but jumped free from it as well. You lost sight of her as you both fell, focusing only on trying to slow your descent to a survivable speed. It was one thing to levitate yourself up from a neutral position, and wholly another to try and control your energy field around yourself enough to reverse the terminal velocity transferred to you from being within a crashing plane.

The ground still came too fast, too hard. You blacked out on impact, laying alone in the dirt as your light energy faded, receding back inside you.

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An unknown time later, something jolted you awake. You could hear screaming as you opened your eyes. You were laying on your side. Everything hurt and you could taste blood in your mouth.

But you were already forcing yourself back up as you swallowed. Disoriented as you were, you still recognized that voice. It was Peter. He was hurt.

You were looking all around you, and it didn’t take long to see the source and reason for the screams.

Not far from you at all, Apocalypse stood in a clearing from all the rubble. Peter right beside him, half crumpled to the ground. One of Peter’s feet was encased in the earth, trapping him there like an animal in a snare. His other leg was clearly broken, twisted at a grossly unnatural angle.

You felt a foreign rage beginning to burn up inside you, but before you could even physically react you saw the woman with the katana again. Nowhere in your mind did you take any time to consider how she would look so clean and uninjured having just come from the same circumstances as you of barely escaping the crashing jet.

All you saw was her walking towards her master, sword at the ready to finish Peter.

“Stop, (Y/N)!”

Charles screaming inside your head was the only thing that kept you from revealing yourself at that moment.

“It’s Raven! I’m telling you, it’s Raven!” Even Charles was struggling to break through your flaring emotions, as he repeated himself desperately. “He’ll kill you, (Y/N)! Stay in place, I beg you!”

The Professor had never spoken to you in such a way before. You gripped onto the broken wall in front of you, still only just obscured from their view as you saw Apocalypse grab Peter by the hair, jerking the young man’s head back roughly to expose his throat to the woman.

“It’s Raven, please trust her!” Charles did not let go. You could feel him actually starting to control you even, something he had absolutely never done before, though your emotions were exploding like they also never had. He didn’t want you to make a life ending mistake.

“(Y/N), please.” He called again and you realized you were being held in place, unable to move out any further. You were forced to only watch as the woman raised her blade, Peter wincing in fear and pain beneath her as she swung it.

But it was only Apocalypse’s throat that ripped open. Yet even in your surprise, any sense of victory was still non existent. No blood poured from the wound, and it healed completely within moments as he only grabbed his supposed traitor by the neck, holding her up immediately.

Raven’s feet hung in the air while she choked, her blue skin and true appearance quickly returning as she could no longer control her disguise as Apocalypse strangled her.

And it was only then that you felt Xavier letting go of you, in his own shock as Apocalypse tried to bait him out.

“Charles! Come! Rescue your weaklings!” Apocalypse challenged aloud, still dangling the now helpless Raven while Peter stayed trapped at their feet. “Give your life for theirs!”

He was going to kill her right in front of you. You powered up, knowing there was no other choice. You had to-

“No. I’m still connected to him. Let me get in his head, (Y/N), then you can go to them.” The professor spoke quickly, yet with a touch of new resolve.

“Charles! Will you do nothing?” The false god continued to bellow.

This time you listened without being forced to. You did see Apocalypse pause as if Xavier was indeed making contact. It was still an agonizing wait, but when he finally let go of Raven, you allowed yourself some shred of hope. You’d never seen anyone be able to overpower the Professor mentally, once he was fully in.

But that hope was also short lived as just moments later Apocalypse raised his hand abruptly. At will he dissolved the outer wall of a nearby building. You could see Scott and Hank then exposed, themselves just as surprised and staring out. But you knew it could only mean that Apocalypse had used Xavier’s connection against him just that quickly to root out his hiding place.

This could be the end then. You resigned yourself that the only choice was to die fighting if that is what it had to be. But you weren’t as alone as you thought.

As Apocalypse had left Peter and Raven behind, now striding confidently to his prize, two massive steel beams suddenly shot into his path. They buried themselves into the ground, crossing into an X to block him.

You looked back into the sky, glad in this single moment that you had been right about at least one thing. Magneto wouldn’t give Xavier up in the end. Not without bloodshed anyway.

“You betray me?” Apocalypse asked, already turning to deal with Erik instead.

“No. I betrayed them.” Magneto unleashed hell then, every bit of metal he could pull shooting towards Apocalypse in an unending assault as the other raised a shield that incinerated each and every piece as it hit. But doing so clearly taxed him, allowing the perfect moment for the rest of you to join the battlefield.

You got to Peter almost simultaneously as Hank got to Raven. You and Beast were clearly in the same mindset of getting the injured out of the immediate firefight before you would join in.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner, the Professor froze me,” You spoke in quick apology to Peter, using a small energy blast to break up the earth that had been hardened around his trapped foot. Once cracked, you broke the rest of it free just with your fingers.

He was obviously surprised, grateful, and maybe even confused all at once as you gently lifted him with the help of your powers. You wrapped his arm around your shoulders, trying to mind his broken leg as you helped support him while gliding over to a safer spot some distance away.

“Stay here.” You spoke, sitting him down so his back was against a mostly still standing wall to shelter them.

Hank was sitting Raven down in the same manner beside him as Peter suddenly spoke up to you. “Wait.”

You were still crouched in front of him, you’d been about to stand back up when his hand went around the back of your neck and pulled you in closer.

Before you could register anything else, you felt his lips press against yours. It was a bit harsh, desperate even, and then it was over just as fast as you pulled back in surprise.

“In case we don’t ever get to make it to that arcade,” he responded to your shocked expression that was still evident even in your energy form like this.

You took a breath, now was not the time for verbalizing any of this. But you wanted to show you agreed with the sentiment. You leaned back in, kissing him yourself for one longer moment, one hand gently cupping the side of his face before you stood back up. He allowed the contact readily and you could only wonder what it felt like to him when you were enveloped in light like this.

Hank and Raven just gave you both the most confused of looks, but nothing was said as you and Beast had then rushed back off to throw yourselves into the fight.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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teamxdark · 3 years

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Do any of the kingdoms have accents? Do any of the knights have accents?

Yes. Absolutely. I like to think that all the kingdoms have the same overall language but different dialects and accents.

So let's start with Avalon. Avalon would have a kind of melting pot of English, French, Welsh and Scottish accents. The most common accent is the one you hear in SatBK!

Bors in particular has a bit of an accent (his origins are currently a spoiler though!).

For the Acorn folks, Tristan and Yseult have accents (Tristan less so) which would be similar to Cornish (southern England) and Irish respectively. Enid might come from Acorn as well, so I'd say he's got an Irish accent too. Acorn Kingdom is decently big too, so I'll say it houses some Northern European accents as well (Scandinavian, Swiss, Belgian...).

G.U.N. is HUGE so there's a variety of accents. Welsh is the primary one (Guin would have that one) but there would be others, like German, Italian, Algerian, Egyptian, Lybian, Tunisian, Turkish, Greek and Spanish. (Mostly Mediterranean accents because I just decided that.)

Soleanna... I want to say has an accent pool similar to North Pacific Asia, so Japanese, Korean, East Chinese, Vietnamese, ... Vivien in particular has a sort of Japanese accent.

Saxony would have a mix of North American accents, so US and Canadian accents, as well as north-of-Panama Latin American accents (Mexican, Guatemalan, Honduran, Nicaraguan, Costa Rican, etc.)

Carhaix has been kinda nodded to as being similar to French in their accents (to a much stronger degree than Avalon), but it's a large place so I'll expand it to include South American accents (Peruvian, Argentinian, Chilean, Brazilian, Ecuadorian, etc.)

Caerleon has South + Pacific Asian accents, so Indian, Bangladeshi, Thai, Indonesian, Malaysian, Philippine... As well as Australian and New Zealand accents!

Celiwig would have Eastern European accents (Russian, Ukrainian, Belarusian, Latvian, Estonian, Polish...)

Spiral would have mid to South African accents (Ghanaian, Sudanese, Ethiopian, Madagascar, Nigerian, Zambian, Senegalese...)

Benwick would have similar accents to G.U.N. (French, German, Italian) but also Southern European (Georgian, Serbian, Croatian, Macedonian...) and West Asian (Pakistani, Afghanistan, Kazakhstan...)

And Hautdesert would have similar to middle eastern accents (Iraqi, Saudi Arabian, Syrian, Jordanian, Lebanese...)

(I know most of these aren't languages but I'm talking accents and maybe some idioms? And yes this is very random assignments that I made in the past hour so it might be subject to change.)

tl;dr There's just one language but so many accents.

#Smash speaks.#Avalore.#Avalon Series.

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smallestclowninthecircus · 3 years

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Tma season 2 notes baybeee

I made myself take several breaks so I could give my frie d who is listening to it at the same time as me a chance to catch up. Honestly just posting them so I have them saved somewhere but whatever.

ep 41: real graham wrote keep watching before he was replaced. Jon feels like he's being watched. But they werent replaced by things related to the eye. It's the web that's on the box that replaces them. Endless hallways and doors to nowhere. I bet nicholas will have ideas what entity this relates to. If it even does. They're like the tunnels in the one with the builder guy. Tunnels closing in etc. Also like the cave diving one. He's assuming it's just one

ep 42: so 100 gecs? (IM SORRY I LIKE 100 GECS BUT LMAO) so there's some entity related to music right? There's the piper episode and the 27 w/ the calliope. Ah yes, this season is gonna be the season of Paranoid!Jon

ep 43: section 31? fucking books. god no. smashed lights? cult lady did that. covered the lights too. she mentioned a spooky clown doll. thats not random.

ep 44: is this that same circus that got mentioned before? it is! the pipe organ! pop off organ! pipe off! mouth on the stomach! yes! mouths in unusual places my beloved!

ep 45: antiques! like that one ep!

ep 46: every time books get mentioned i sigh. hhh sus smells. it got brighter. I get the vibes occasionally that the dark and the eye are sorta at odds with eachother. GRRR BARK BARK LEITNER. ayyy ex altiora. entity go brr. which entity do we thing it is? my guess is The Dark. The book buyer's name is Mike. He has scars? Electricity? The childhood friend of the guy who got it later on perhaps? The Vast? its formatted like an entity idk. This happened before the other one. He got trapped in the wood carving. a win for the web lol spiders go brr

ep 47: did i hear spiral? ITS THE NOT THING FROM THE EPISODE WITH NOT GRAHAM "it didnt move, it shifted" is like the exact same sentence as before. ay john's starting to remember. the laughing woah thats weird. is "michael" one of the entities? "you make it seem like theres a war" supports my theory that theres a struggle between a couple of the entities. I said i thought it was the eye and the dark i believe but im not sure. its whatever entity michael is vs the worms? what did nicholas say the worms were again? The Corruption? still dont know which one michael is tho.

Had to take a break after that episode. smth about the quality of michael's voice makes me feel like im gonna slip into one of those states where it feels like nothing is real, so i got a nice cold glass of water.

ep 48: jesus ok this one's kidna corny. you're telling me love made the crowd go away come on now. Ur losing it big J. also shouldnt it be more sus that "sasha" is so unaffected by the worm incident/ finding of gertrude's body

ep 49: haven't we heard hector's name before? oh is he the crime guy? fucking jared... so it's a throat? chompa chompa. (it's just a little bit hot) the good part about these episodes is that we know whoever's telling the story isn't gonna die. even if it's a close call, they're not dead. hotworth? ok not jared keay. it bothers me how theres so many repeated names, can they not come up with other names? "sasha"'s computer is breaking... sus. Elias our favorite weed man! jon ur so paranoid lmao

ep 50: robert smirk, at it again. this is like that one episode with the old dude who locked his door. who said idle beforehand? was it smirk? fingertips. thats so weird lmao. bahahah tim

ep 51: simon fairchild. im sure jon will mention the name at the end i cant remember where we've heard it. this is just like the cavediving episode. a hand? there was a hand in the last one right? the scalpel! and an eye thing. she's trying to throw them off.

ep 52: thats the guy from before! with the hearts! god i hate this guy writing the statement hh. lights blowing, and brackish water. we know how this ends but its still tense. rainer? reigner? rain man. we've seen him before

ep 53: pls not a leitner. oh boy mans scratched out his eyes. rip skelly. why would gertrude have had this statement off the books? jon stabbed himself?? bruh im? big man are you okay

ep 54: cockney boys! ayy its our favorite delivery men. she cut out their eyes. she knew that the eye was a thing?

ep 55: oily residue like the retirement home!

ep 56: worms? no. spiders?? bruhh. aaah yelling :(( aww martin anyways yeah i called it about paranoid!jon he needs to take a nap and drink some hot chocolate and calm down for once please

ep 57: just remembered, i think theres an entity called The Lonely?? This feels pretty lonely idk. fairchild, lukas/ lucas, some spooky place in norway idk. "sasha" knew he was recordinig hmm suspicious cmon jon figure it out. Sasha and tom. hm sus. for records sake i feel liek i should note here that I did have it spoiled to me simply that that's not sasha, but thats really all. i assumed it was like the thing that happened to graham in S1

ep 58: i feel like i recognize the name eustice (?) wick. someone please tell me im not just watching jon's descent into madness over the course of this podcast. im hoping it isnt so but, (and pardon the dsmp reference) im getting real wilbur vibes from this one.

ep 59: oh dear ok account from the fielding house. swirling designs? Spiral time? oh boyy. oh wait! 6 inch hole in the middle! is it not a spiderweb type design on the table? thats what i had assumed but that description sounds more like a spiral thing. cobwebs is a Web thing. ayy nicholas was right! the box goes in the table! the place that she kissed him was burning. Raymond is an avatar of The Web and agnes is the burning one. Lightless Flame! Why did she save him? i guess she was against this guy eating ppl or wtvr but why was she at the halfway house then? I think she's like michael.

ep 60: the eye go brr

ep 61: breacon and hope once again. tom. sasha's boyfriend. vampires sleep in coffins. the guy just walking in seems similar to the mind control of the vampires

ep 62: bones! its that one leitner. is this mother keay? the mom of gerard? this is what happened to her right? her skin was found on hooks? oh yeah thats what i thought the pages are made of skin. yeesh. The End!! sounds like an entity. phrased like one, and i think i remember it. are the people trapped in the pages? or... kept?

ep 63: eaten by the darkness! cavediving episode! (just like eaten by the sky) did my brain make up one called The Vast? it feels like it should be one, and all these episodes have some similar description about their feelings when they do whatever chosen hobby they have. ok now this one kinda feels like the dark. lights going out and all that. ok so not really a The Vast thing, its more of a Dark thing. feckin smirk gah.

ep 64: dice! the death guy! the death game thing! the person tricked somebody else into becoming death and then they were immortal? but if the egyptians wanted to kill him or punish him or whatever couldnt they just kill him? it worked in the end when he had the person giving the statement stab him, that did the job and actually killed him

ep 65: finally jon is actually acknowledging something is wrong.

So we know Mary Keay was revived most likely with the book by gerard.

Gertrude was way more aware of the entities than Jon. mary keay referenced The End openly and she cut the eyes out of her magazines and all that which makes me think she was aware of The Eye

ep 66: please not buried alive pleeaase not buried alive. lukas of the tundra? didnt we hear the name lukas before? she wanted it to be difficult to find important files because that way bad people couldnt find them?

ep 67: agnes... the girl in the hilltop house? agnes poppin off!! he's really not gonna question how she knew where he lived?? oh no D: the tree. were they the ones working on the house? aww they kissi- OH DEAR. why did she kiss him? it seemed like she cared about him? also she could kiss that other dude on the cheek and he was fine, but maybe it was cuz she was younger? lightless flame go brrrrr.

ep 68: oh god books. yup its bitchboy leitner. mans said "this seems supernatural, its a werd book!" bruuh.

ep 69: heh nice. aw cmon jon listen to martin. gahhh spiders. is that the class we heard about in the other doctor one with the teeth apple? some kind of psych class? oh dear. fucking spiders. aaaah. web do be goin brr. it's like the girl in the homeless shelter! who made the guy leave and she took his bed.

ep 70: is this gonna be the book that mary keay had? Most likely a leitner no matter what. Oh boy latin. Why did it start in latin then become old English? I'm guessing people put them in the book? He cant burn it. Phrophecies go brr. He says eh it's a decade in the future it's fine. Its gonna have changed. Ayy called it. Just accept it, it's a magic book. His death is getting closer. Leitner didnt make them but just collected them? Gertrude burned the book! She burned them down there so no one would know.

ep 71: oh boy tunnels. Our favorite thing /s. is The Buried a thing? Idk this seems pretty buried. Oh dear he's trapped here isnt he. "Not enough space to move, never enough to breathe" is that from the computer episode? With the guy who uploaded his consciousness? Somebody living down there. Hmmmm. Guesses: tom, sasha's boyfriend. Gertrude herself? (Though I doubt it)

ep 72: sweeney todd moment. Meat. The slaughter? Idk we'll see what the supernatural part is. Meat is meat. Similar to the slaughterhouse episode. Is it fucking Jared I swear to God it better not be. Hooligan teenagers, you know how it is. Meat is me lmao. Is the kid gonna be in the freezer. Ok that's good. OWW. Oddly textured candles. Made from people? Human fat or smth? Tom from the meat processing plant!

ep 73: outer bay shipping. Bet it's a subset of breacon and hope delivery. The Dark go brrr. Uh oh mans is gonna die. Leo or whatever. Cult ppl go brr. The people's church of the divine host. Who is the divine host? Is it reigner or whatever his name is? I dont think Jon can quit tbh. Probably an anonymous tip but from who?? One of the entities?

ep 74: fucking teeth hhh. I dont know which entity is related to teeth. Spiral. Isnt the spiral an entity. It feels like it could be related to many things idk. Yeah this sounds like the spiral. Heart attack at 29? Jesus... michael! That's kinda what I was thinking. Sasha goin in the tunnels. Hmm sus. They move the floor. Wack. Bet its tom.

ep 75: Man with a lightning scar. Has one of the leitner books. The childhood friend of the one who first introduced us to leitner. Oh my god that sounds terrifying. Michael crew.

ep 76: scalpel? Hmm spooky. NotSasha... think jon think.

ep 77: another double! NotThem, The Stranger. Not related to the table?

ep 78: what was that at the beginning? Question mark?? Oh boy more NotThem. Decker... what is the deal with the table. Does it contain the creature? Fucking Michael. Bitchboi himself.

ep 79: yes pop off martin. Ugh fucking Michael just leave man. I hate that dude. New person. Hmm. No idea who it is.

ep 80: shitener himself! Ok sir tell us the entities. Ayy The Spiral. Ok we know what that one is. The Eye is the beholding! Oooh. The Stranger. Did elias just kill leitner? Popping off honestly.

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First Line Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Hey @applesfallingfromblondehair, thanks for the tag love!! likewise i dont usually do this but this feels interesting so lets see if my ass has improved over the last few stories lmfkjgjk

also this will prob be a mix of xmcu fic + kingsman fic bc i think i have a more or less equal number of fics written for both

The first time Charles meets Lucifer Morningstar, actual devil from hell, ruler of the underworld, fallen son of the lord above and god knows what else, it had been after Erik had been sentenced to life imprisonment in the highest security cell in the Pentagon.

- this is from a professor and a devil walk into a bar, which is kinda a crossover rarepair fic that rose out of me and mutuals on twitter discussing tom ellis and james mcavoy being roommates and kinda... devolved from there. i am proud of this one lmfnjgkj

“Are you okay, Professor?” Hank asks quietly.

Charles blinks. He supposes it’s a valid question. He’s been in a bit of a funk the past few days- scratch that actually, the past few years. He’s just lost so much- his father, and then his mother’s love, and then Raven and Erik and Sean and countless others. Building a school, gaining students he loved to teach and nurture hadn’t helped him in the slightest, and he’s as lost as he ever was, wandering the halls of a drafty mansion alone, feeling like he’s been stranded at sea even whilst surrounded by people.

- from in the belly of the beast, which again came out of me wondering what would have happened if fox had gone w their original plan and charles had been that last horseman instead of erik. this story will prob gain a sequel... sometime in the near future when im not too bogged down by current wips

The Xavier family hall of the deceased- because of course they’re weird enough to have a cemetery- is full of rows upon rows of holograms. Charles is four and gets bored of his father crying over his mother’s hologram, so he toddles over to the other rows. Unfamiliar names, all of them- Charles is young, and he doesn’t understand death. He doesn’t even know who his mother is, who’d died at childbirth and left him with a father still at a loss when it came to bringing up a kid.

- from tequila on a spaceship, the sequel to a fic that still has some people angry at me i think. this fic never did gain as much traction as the first one but im still proud of it esp since it discusses certain themes of reincarnation that ive always wanted to see explored for myself in reincarnation aus (and i only ever saw it in danveresque’s reincarnation au)

There are cork boards covering every inch of the wall. Red strings, photographs, conspiracy threads, everything. Raven takes it in, swallowing, noticing the picture in the middle.

It’s one of Charles, when he’d been in university. His final year- he'd just been done presenting his year- end project, his fringe a tumbled mess and a bright smile on his lips. Erik had taken the picture, Charles scurrying to his side once he’d been done and demanding to look at the image, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. He looks like how Raven had always imagined him to be.

“He wouldn’t want this,” she finally says, turning to look at Erik.

- from tequila on a beach, the first fic to the fic above. this fic is v special to me because i actually wrote this on a spiral after having a very tough visit with one of my parents in the hospital after a surgery for organ removal to prevent the onset of cancer. its simpler than my other fics yet i think more powerful because of what happens. also i think the first time i killed charles off lol (spoiler alert). also idk if ppl were aware of this but this is called tequila on a beach precisely bc charles and erik were tipsy from tequila at a frat party and then went to a beach. its the way they first met (and will continue to meet for all their next lives)

Erik doesn’t know how it all started. Maybe it was when his insane sergeant had started rambling about imaginary cities, treasures of gold and cursed incantations. Maybe it was when trickles of rumours had started pouring down about the higher ups wanting to investigate unfound territory, disregard the Egyptian government’s feelings on the matter, and put a previously unfound myth on the map for all the world to see. Or maybe, Erik thinks, it was when archaeologist Klaus Schmidt put a bullet through his mother’s head and he ended up going to America armed with dual citizenship and the sole intent of wanting to drive a coin directly between Schmidt’s eyes, joining a division of the American military focused solely on guarding archaeological digs- more importantly, in Egypt, where Schmidt’s interest had shifted.

- from courting the end of the world, another one i’m just insanely proud of! this is the first time i’ve ever attempted a multichapter movie au and it actually managed to work pretty well, i at least haven’t run out of inspiration for it yet lmfjgjg. also erik as himbo rick connell... very rent free in my head

The day after they murder Shaw and leave his house of horrors, Erik crosses the Canadian border with Charles across his back. Charles had started getting tired while they’d been walking, stumbling and nearly tripping until Erik had forced him to get on his back, ignoring Charles’ protests.

The blood’s seeping out steadily from Charles’ nose, staining his shirt and soaking it through. It’s been leaking on and off, and the effects are already obvious in the dark circles beneath Charles’ eyes. Any more, and Erik knows they’ll have to find him a doctor. He hopes the nearest town in Canada has one that would be willing to treat them.

- from a world built for two. i actually dk where the inspiration for this came from, i think i was once again on a depressive spiral and wanted to break my comfort characters into pieces and put them together again. this also deals with codependency and unhealthy coping mechanisms as a result of trauma which i showed as sweet in the fic but i would def not recommend in real life. pls if u relate to either charles or erik in this go see a therapist

The call comes in the afternoon, an hour before Charles is supposed to teach his Intro to Genetics class. Frowning, Charles abandons the game of Candy Crush he’d admittedly been playing rather badly and picks it up. “Charles sp-”

“We need you, Prof,” Kitty says desperately into the phone. “He’s been in a temper all morning, and then Alex’s reports missed out a whole subsection, so he’s fired the entire marketing team! Please, Professor, you have to come immediately!”

- from and we can be pirates. i wrote this in like 4 seconds for my friend who wanted professor charles and ceo erik and actually did not expect this to gain the attention it did... its always the fics u write in like 4 seconds lmfjggj. a sequel for this Is coming too probably at some point in the very far future

Charles Xavier can admit as he sits across from Essex, hands cuffed to the desk, that in hindsight, this had perhaps not been one of his better ideas.

He refuses to admit it as he controls Erik’s mind, preventing him from lashing out and making him close his eyes to the nightmare unfolding in front of him. He refuses to admit it as he gets shoved into the back of a black pickup truck, and the butt of a gun is smashed across his forehead hard enough to knock him out cold for a few hours. He refuses to admit it when he wakes up what appears to be hours later in a cold interrogation room, hands cuffed to the table in front of him, with a suppression collar rendering his mind dark and almost achingly silent.

- from from the land of gods (bring me home). i’ve been struggling w this fic a lot (it didnt come as easily to me as the first one did) but its getting there. also i put charles through hell in this rip sorry mister xavier

In the aftermath, both of them stand at the border of the mansion. The air feels frigid, slicing into Raven’s lungs like a thousand paper cuts. “Charles, please,” she begs, heart in her throat and voice hoarse. “He wouldn’t want you to be like this. He wouldn’t want you to do this. It’s not too late, you can come back.”

Charles gazes back, a brick wall. He hasn’t even cleaned up, still in that damnable yellow and blue suit with blood drying in the corners of his mouth, the bridge of his nose. There’s nothing in his eyes- blank, almost see through. He looks as if he’s a mere shade, a ghost lounging about where he once was. Raven knows better.

“I will raze the world to the ground,” he finally says, his voice free of any inflection, “and when I’m done, no one will be left standing. Not you, and certainly not me.”

- from where all the poets went to die, a dark fic based on what would have happened if moira had killed erik with the bullets. its the first time ive written dark charles and it was v fun if im being honest

10.

Charles is a light sleeper. It’s a trait that stays with him- all the way from his father and the tests to taking care of his mother to Cain Marko and his fists to Cuba and then now, the dust of Washington settling over him and making the waking world lie an inch beyond his eyelids. It therefore stands to reason that the second the windowsill creaks he’s up in a shot, hoisting himself up and lashing out with his telepathy instantly.

That’s not a trait that had stayed with him. That’s a newly formed trait, bitter and bold, carved into existence by Cuba by his students disappearing one by one in Vietnam by the letters that announce Sean’s death in black unfriendly print by-

The tendrils of his telepathy forged cold and distant meet a barrier and recoil, stunned. He focuses his eyes and then widens them, staring at Erik who stares back, hidden beneath that infernal muddied magenta helmet of his. They stare at each other for a moment before Erik clears his throat.

- from in the valley of kings (you will come home). my first ever cherik fic! im actually also proud of this one even if i ended it horribly and half my mutuals refuse to read it bc of how it ended LMFJGJGJ. i cant believe this was supposed to be a funny and cute kid fic and then i turned it into an angst ridden mess. also leo is actually an oc whose adult version is fancasted as charlie rowe by me and another mutual on twitter and im v proud that readers are willing to die for the baby

11.

Mike has to google it, finding a crafts shop nestled into the corner of the street right smack in the middle of Louisiana, past a long and winding dirt road and the crumbling farmhouses relics of a time long past. The air is hot, humid, sticking to the back of his neck like an unwieldy parasite as he pushes the door of the shop open to the sound of the bell tinkling above.

He finds the origami paper quickly enough and has a momentary breakdown about what Bill’s favourite colour even is- he had never thought to ask him. Twenty seven years of following every single footstep of his like a dedicated, most definitely creepy stalker, three months of more than a few states traversed with Bill’s laughter now echoing in his ears like a shadow that trails after him, and this is what stumps him. It takes ten minutes, but he finally settles on light green.

- my first and last entry into the IT fandom bc i love these two but to be very fair there isn’t much content out there for him (and twitter content actually intimidates me lmfjgjjg) a thousand paper cranes never got much traction either but i suspect its bc i was horrible at promoting it. also i very much love this fic even if it never did that well bc ive always wanted to write a fic like this after watching the movie in cinemas in 2019

12.

ok nsfw i guess

Mornings start like this- Eggsy snuffling into David’s neck, attempting to work his way back up to wakefulness as David sleeps the sleep of the dead, the streams of morning sunlight gradually lightening up the room. It’s a while before he gets the energy to sit up, pushing an eager V off the bed- V for Vendetta, a kitten named after one of David’s favourite movies that they’d adopted about a month after moving in together- before stumbling to the loo. He’s already in the shower when David comes in, naked as the day he’s born with his arms entwining themselves around Eggsy’s waist as he murmurs a sleep-soft, “Good morning, love,” as he presses a kiss into the two-days-old hickey on Eggsy’s shoulder. His breath smells of toothpaste, the minty fresh kind he insists on buying from Target no matter how much Eggsy insists that the other brand is much better. Without fail, Eggsy always has a split second thought of thinking that he must truly be in heaven because no way can this be his reality, every single day, before sinking to his knees and allowing David’s cock to hit the back of his throat.

- from that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of. i genuinely wish i had an opinion for this but i don’t remember writing this its been way too long

13.

The first time Eggsy sees her is in Trafalgar Square.

Trafalgar Square is uncomfortably packed on any normal day, but on New Year’s it is quite the hothouse. Sweating armpits and hot bodies plastered against each other, the twinkling lights overhead providing a flash of blue and green and yellow and red, screaming children and giggling teenagers shoving their way through- it’s a recipe for disaster. Eggsy doesn’t know how he ends up there. It happens sometimes- one second he blinks, sequestered in the comfort of his living room, and the next he’s somewhere else, as if he’s been teleported. “Life goes past you,” Tilde had said once, “and you don’t even notice.” Tilde would be right.

- this is a roxy and eggsy friendship centric fic that i abandoned bc i lost my ardor for this world about the same time i got into xmen lmfjgjg. all the king’s horses also had some great fancasts in it with dev patel fancasted too... rip ig

14.

once again, nsfw

Eggsy, truth be told, doesn’t actually like having sex in bathrooms. First of all, bathrooms generally have an unsanitary air about them. Besides that, the granite of the sinks always feel cold against his hips, there is the ever present fear of being walked in on and unlike what people might say, he actually really isn’t that much of an exhibitionist- and truth be told, he’s never liked the look of himself in the mirror mid coitus.

For David Budd, however, he suspects he might be up for anything.

- from do you ever dream of me. im actually proud of this fic and this series, i never usually write straight up porn or friends w benefits and i think it worked well in here. once again didnt get much traction but that was very of the norm for my kingsman fics lmfjgj

15.

It is on his fifth meeting with the therapist on site that she brings the issue up. The elephant in the room- or the bomb , David thinks morbidly. If asked, he can’t remember specifics about that day now. All he remembers is this- the burn of Julia’s picture in his wallet against his thigh, the Botticelli painting on the far wall and Miss Paulson’s face, severe and unsmiling.

“When you couldn’t reach Julia,” she says, after he finishes describing the feeling of running to Julia, the panic searing his chest as he’d prayed for his legs to work faster so he could do something, anything to reach her hand. “How did that make you feel?”

- from your haunted social scene. i genuinely... do not remember anything about this either helpfkjgjg,,, this has 55 comments tho which. Nice

16.

David brings her home on- in a move far too cliche for it to be reality- a stormy night. It’s in fact storming so hard the windowpanes shudder like leaves in the wind, droplets crashing against the glass in a cacophony so loud Eggsy more than once considers turning the radio all the way up to drown it out. He’d gone scrounging for David’s sweatshirts instead of his own halfway through, wincing intermittently at the flashes of thunder. At a particularly loud one JB had jumped up, squeaked in a very undoglike manner and skidded across the floor to cower beneath the sofa, only coming out when coaxed by Eggsy to do so. Officer Oatmeal had watched the proceedings from her regal place by the armchair, dozy eyed and blinking heavily.

- from a cat named lavender. from what i remember this was also my first try at bringing up trans eggsy

17.

He first appears at the black prince on a cold Monday evening, eyes like Frank Sinatra and lips arresting anyone’s gaze if they weren’t careful enough. He stood out too, clad in a respectable bomber jacket and boots that clicked against the tile rhythmically and loudly, a sort of organised, measured cacophony.

“Go and serve him,” Andrew said, fat and disinterested, seated behind the counter and idly flicking through bills, less than ten percent of which he pays Eggsy. “I’m busy.”

- from trust is left in lovers after all. i never continued this which is sad bc this did get a lot of attention... it was just v hard to keep the story going

18.

It usually rains cats and dogs in London but for some reason, the rain is heavier than usual today. The droplets splatter against the windows in a constant buzzing rhythm, the sound meshing together in a melody not altogether pleasant to the ears. It’s half past five and yet the light has to be kept on because that’s how dark the sky has gotten- thunder rolls like a loud crack, abrupt and deafening, causing Daisy to jump in her seat.

“Just a thunderstorm, flower,” Eggsy says. They’re seated at the dinner table, Eggsy going over her homework while David sits opposite them, hunched over his laptop as he attempts to finish a post mission report. Eggsy is half convinced he gave up ten minutes ago- he’s got his earbuds in and he hasn’t really typed anything in a while, eyes focused on the screen. His eyebrows are scrunched up in a glare that’s too adorable for his own good- and for Eggsy’s.

- from could feel like kryptonite. a lot of my kingsman fics are actually so much happier than my cherik ones... i should prob look into that rip

19.

“When you’re done lazing around you can come in, you dozy dog,” he tells Officer Oatmeal, who butts her nose into his knee. She’s the only one not on a diet in the house, Eggsy deeming her far too healthy and skinny to need one anyway. In fact, she’s under strict instructions by Eggsy to fatten up instead.

Once the animals are done feeding- Eggsy sporting a suspicious scratch on his left forearm- they settle down to eat their scrambled eggs and toast. David’s taken a large gulp of his scalding coffee when Eggsy says, all of a sudden, “So, I have a school reunion.”

- from gonna set this dance alight. don’t remember much about this either tbh

20. (the last one FINALLY)

It isn’t a big event or explosion that makes David realise he wants to see his father’s ring sitting pretty on Eggsy’s index finger. No teary confessions in the rain like in the rom coms Eggsy loves to rent out and sniffle his way through, or a fight that makes David see sense. In the end, it’s breakfast that cinches the deal for him.

The day had started out normally enough. David wakes up at eight like clockwork, the soft downy hair at the base of Eggsy’s neck tickling his nose with his arm locked tight around his waist. He’d yawned, exhausted- mostly because they’d stayed up very late into the night making good use of the bed- before standing up and shucking his shirt off to head for the shower. Eggsy had shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, and the sight had been too endearing to resist so he’d bent down, pressing a kiss to his forehead and smiling when Eggsy groaned out loud.

- from lover boy rules. i actually started a lot of my kingsman fics in the same way which is rather awful of me. im glad thats changed with my xmen fics lmfjgjk. also this has 15 comments???? i dont even get that much attention with my xmcu fics these days... which is arguably a more active fandom... Hello

anyway that’s the end of it needless to say i do not know 10 other authors so im just gonna tag whoever i know rn: @hellfre , @queerneto, @ikeracity, @drinkingstars, @zebraljb

#whew this is super long i apologise #u can pinpoint the exact time i replaced taron with james as my number one boy #fic tag #fic meme

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Love Song

Part 11

Catch Up!

(Warning: Smut ahead)

“I’ll tell you later...maybe,”

“You’re not gonna tell me, are you?” His eyes turned half closed, just as if he already knew I was lying. So I grinned, offering him an innocent smile as I took his hand in mine.

“Are you gonna tell me you’re still in love with your ex?”

“I’m not.”

“Perhaps...if you repeat that to yourself...it’d maybe sound real.”

He took a step closer, and my breath hitched at the sight of him. God, he was so beautiful, I wished I could get lost in him.

“I’m not,” he repeated and there was this sudden air of intimacy between us as if we were sharing our deepest secrets; as if nothing else mattered.

“Almost,” I whispered in response. I almost believed him. He was almost there.

Had I walked away right then, I might have been able to convince myself that the sweetness in his eyes and the tingling on my skin were all for show and that they, whoever they were, had already gotten their fair share of cute and intimate photos and it was now time to go back to the table.

If only I was that smart.

I stared at his lips for just a couple of seconds and smiled as he leaned forward and brushed my cheek daintily with his fingers, pushing my hair back. There was an intense feeling in the air, and even if I couldn’t name, it was overwhelming. It felt as if the words that kept failing us were ringing in the air, with no need to be said out loud.

“What?” I giggled as he looked at me with that intensity that he had seemed to have mastered.

If I was being honest, the seconds were going by ridiculously slow and I was starting to feel nervous. Why did I ask about his ex? What if what he wanted to tell me was that he was still in love with her? That he wanted to end things so he could be happy for real?

What would I do then? I was the one that was stupid enough to ask.

Surely, I would have to let him go and forget about him, even though I had a feeling it would hurt like a bitch. Give him back his memories and move on with my life, was all I could do. Not his kisses, though, those were mine to carry forever.

“Nothing…” Harry finally shrugged. “We should go back before D comes for us.”

I didn’t get my answer, I rarely ever did with him.

He walked away without saying another word and I watched him as he sat back on his chair, and smiled as someone offered to refill his coffee for him. I wondered how he had gotten so good at hiding his feelings. How many lies had he told? I hoped not as many as I had, anyway.

I sat down next to D and forced a smile at her as she looked at me suspiciously. I still felt heavy in my chest for some reason and my head was spinning around in thoughts, about the things that Harry could say and the dreadful feeling of slipping away.

It was silly, I kept repeating to myself, I was silly. Actually, I was an idiot.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Diana sang, and I saw the overly sweet smile she was offering me.

For the first time that morning, I focused on her: the pouty fullness of her lips and the freckles on her nose. I noticed the almost full plate next to her, and the slight hint of hunger that shone in her eyes. I knew about that, I had spent enough days not eating so I could fit into a dress. Her eyes widened and turned down suddenly, a glint of resentfulness taking over the hunger when I pushed a chocolate and blueberry muffin her way.

“A muffin for my thoughts, how about that?” I said softly.

“Smart,” D mused as she pinched just a tiny bit of the muffin and popping it into her mouth. It was barely enough to chew, and I frowned as she grinned childishly. “I was thinking, we should go to Alexander Mcqueen, see if we can get you a dress for tonight’s party. Or maybe Saint Laurent. You always use Chanel.”

I looked at her almost dumbfounded and blinked stupidly as I waited for her to continue. I didn’t know of any party, couldn't remember her telling me about it and, most importantly, I didn't feel like going anywhere.

Diana finally looked at me, after having spent at least 2 minutes dissecting the poor muffin and she must have seen the confusion on my face cause her eyes widened again and I smiled stupidly at her.

“The producers’ party, Sof!” D finally exclaimed, leaning closer to me as she tried to be discreet. “You do remember you’re here for work, right?”

“I do!" I objected. I just didn't plan on really working while I was in London.

“Harry is work, you haven’t forgotten that, right?”

“I have not.”

“I hope so,” she whispered as she pulled away from me to sit fully back on her chair. “So the dress, Macqueen or Saint Laurent?”

“I don’t really care.” All I wanted to do was to be petulant and turn my face away like a bratty child, just like Cat did when she was a baby and I told her she couldn’t eat the raw cookie dough. But if I did, I would’ve to look at Harry and be reminded that he was indeed just a part of my job, and I didn’t feel like thinking about that. I was fucking trapped.

“Ok, then, ruffles and flowers it is. The bigger, the better.”

I looked at Diana, pretty sure she was being serious, and sighed, stealing back the muffin I had offered her to pick on it as well. Between Harry’s cologne right next to me and Diana’s inquisitive eyes, I felt like I was starting to spiral down; like it was all becoming a little too much. Like I could run away and start a new life, again.

“Zuhair Murad...Please. I would like a dress from him,” I mumbled without looking at Diana, cause I was afraid that she might see that I was losing my mind just a tiny bit. It was hard to breathe, just as if I were drowning and I couldn't come up for air. “I think, uh...I think I’m gonna head back to the hotel, D,”

“W-What? Why?” Diana stammered as she watched me get up from my chair and pick my coat and my bag that were dangling from it. I could feel her eyes on me, as well as everyone else’s, looking at me like I was fucking crazy. And maybe I fucking was.

I avoided Harry's eyes when he stood next to me and took my hand in his, frowning worriedly as he looked at me.

“Are you ok, baby?” He whispered.

“I’m sorry,” I said loud enough for everyone to hear. “I, uh, I have a headache. I think I’m gonna head back.”

“Ok, I’ll go with you, then,” he said as he was already picking his coat without letting my hand go. I squeezed his fingers lightly to call for his attention and smiled when he looked at me with his big, bright eyes.

“It’s ok. I could use some time alone," I whispered just for him this time, pressing my lips to his as my fingers slipped around his waist, and his went to the small of my back to pull me a little bit closer. It was soft and slow, meant to be just a tiny peck, but neither of us wanted to let go, and we stood close to each other as our lips and he continued to kiss me softly once and again.

“You sure?” His lips brushed mine when he talked and the tip of his nose bumped against mine.

“I’m sure,” I wasn’t. “Stay here with your friends, please.” Right there, that was the problem: the fact that my fingers were curled around his shirt and refused to let him go.

***

@hipsdontlie “You reckon Harry eats ass? I would serve him mine on a plate”

@rockerflower “Jesus, every time I see Sofia, I feel tingling in parts that shouldn’t be tingling.”

@icanfeelititinmyheartl4e “he has such a pretty beard.”

@confusedkate “I would give my first unborn to see these two f***.”

***

D was indeed incredible.

I stared down at the couple of dresses that she had gotten me, and with trembling fingers, I picked up the handwritten note that came with them.

“Whatever you choose, you’ll look glorious. Z.M.”

It was neatly written on an elegant paper, and the signature had a bit of flourish to it. Glorious was not the word I would use, but God, those dresses were stunning.

There was a black dress, composed of a black top and a sheer skirt, both fully embroidered with black beads. The sheer panels were placed in the middle of the skirt, and I was supposed to use a pair of black undies with it.

My other option was a blue suit, with shorts and a top with a plunging neck, that only joined around my waist. Both the jacket and the shorts were sequined with white, golden and red beads to form Egyptian imagery. It was stupidly beautiful, but my ass probably wouldn’t fit in those shorts.

Finally, a golden top with long sleeves and a signature Egyptian collar and a long skirt. Both were embroidered with tombs and hieroglyphs that reminded me of the Book of the Dead. That was a little scary to wear, I wasn't looking to be canceled just yet.

The black dress was my safest choice, so that's what I went with, paired with purple heels and a black peacoat. My team had done the rest: My hair was sleek and shiny, not a hair out of place and my makeup was smokey and subtle, making me look mysterious.

Diana helped me with the details, tucking and pushing in the right places until I looked like I had curves without showing too much skin. That seemed to be important.

She must’ve asked if I was cold about a thousand times, and by the time we left, I wasn’t sure if I wasn’t cold for real, or if I was just stubborn enough to freeze to death. I clutched my coat closer, just in case.

The ride to the party was smooth and silent. From time to time D would give me an update on my social media or some tell me about some tea she had found about. I pretended to listen, nodding my head whenever I heard the excitement in her voice or humming as she talked.

I wanted to ask her if Harry was going to the party, cause she hadn't said so and I hadn’t dared to ask. Harry hadn’t texted me after I left the restaurant, and I was feeling empty and kind of silly for missing him already. So I remained silent, choosing not to ask what I didn’t want to know the answer for.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he would like my dress, cause I felt pretty in it, or if he would nuzzle his nose onto my neck to feel my perfume. The few times we had slept together, he would bury his face onto the curve of it as he fell asleep, his fingers tightly pressed to my hips as if to keep me close.

I was silly, indeed.

The entry to the party was chaotic, to say the least. Celebrities were lining up in front of a flower wall to be photographed by a bunch of paps and I turned around at the sight of it all, but D held my hand to stop me from doing so. I groaned and walked to them, smiling and joking as they ordered me around. Move to the left, smile more, smile less, look this way. I smiled until I got bored and with a small wave, I got into the house, followed by their screams to give them a few more shots.

I had been to parties, it was part of my job. Every few weeks, or days even, there was something different to celebrate. This seemed to be kind of a laid-back party, one of those where people would chat, get drunk and take cool photos. It was decorated with flowers upon flowers, and “vintage” furniture, loveseats that looked like they came out of a palace, with rich red velvet cushions and golden details, and chandeliers.

“Dear God, you look stunning!!” The male voice made me turn around, and smile at the overly tanned man that was looking at me. His name was Martin and he was the producer of my latest movie. His bow tie was a little bit crooked and he probably should've picked a black one instead of a purple, but he was rich enough to do exactly what he pleased. I hugged him, with my arms around his round belly.

It was then when I saw her. I had never seen her before in my life, but I knew it was her, and she was beautiful, the kind of beauty that is meant to break hearts, cause what’s the point otherwise?

Her blonde hair was styled in waves and her red dress hugged the curves of her body in just the right places. She had a sweet smile, almost like candy, and her tiny nose scrunched up as someone told her a joke. Slowly, I looked around her and my heart stopped for a full second as I realized who was the funny guy.

He was sitting right next to her, wearing a blue suit and a slightly sheer white shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest. Harry was looking at her with adoring eyes, smiling softly as he listened to her talk.

I hoped someone would look at me like that someday.

If I had to describe what I was feeling, it would be something black, cloudy and heavy at the same time. I looked at him and knew that his happiness was way more important than whatever stupid feeling I may have. But it also hurt, in some kind of new way. It was right in my chest, where my heart was supposed to be.

I didn’t realize I wasn’t breathing until D squeezed her fingers around my wrist, pulling me softly to her side and I looked at Martin, who was offering me an odd smile.

"Are you ok, sweetheart?" He asked and I nodded automatically, wishing I was anywhere else, but there.

How stupid was I?

"Yes," I smiled. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Marvel! The Marvel Universe is waiting for you, how about that? Disney won’t greenlight the project until you’ve said yes. You know you're my favorite."

"Of course she is," Diana interjected to fill my awkward silence. "Just look at her!"

"A pretty package filled with talent, you are difficult one to ignore, my dear."

Nice words, but I could think about was the pain I was feeling.

***

One hour had gone by and Diana had dragged me as far away as she could from Harry and his ex, and we were now sitting on the far corner of the house, where I was taking a blue couch, sitting right next to a gorgeous guy with gorgeous lips.

I tried to focus on him, on whatever he was saying, the way his lips moved with every word. He looked a lot like Sam, from the greenish swirls in his chocolate eyes to the pink tint of his plump lips.

God, he was pretty.

He smiled brightly and looked at me shyly as he offered me another drink, a gin tonic with lime on it and I grabbed it, holding it as I looked at him. For a second, his fingers brushed over my hand and my eyes darted to him as he pulled it away. He sighed and smiled to himself as he sat back on the couch.

"Sorry," he said shyly.

Mark, his name was Mark, I needed to remember that.

What if I kissed him? Would that look bad?

My phone rang, and for a second there, I thought about ignoring it, just like I had all night long. But I needed a break from my stupid thoughts.

"S'okay," I assured him, as I went to take my phone out of my green clutch.

@Harry

You should tell him you have a boyfriend, yknow?

You look beautiful, btw.

My eyes rose from the phone to look for him in the crowded room. My heart was dancing anxiously at the thought of seeing him again and I scanned over the people until I found him, leaning on a wall right across from me. He was looking at me, a little smirk playing on his lips when I found him.

@Harry

Meet me in the bathroom by the left door in 5, yeah?

I looked at him one more time, already imagining what would happen if I went to the bathroom. His sweet, heavy kisses on my skin, his fingers pressed to the curve of my ass as he made his way up to the hem of my shorts to pull them down.

Would he do that thing he had done the night before, tasting me like I was fucking dessert? Would he allow me to touch him, maybe get on my knees for him? I had never done that, but I would do it in a heartbeat for him.

It was so tempting, my head was already spinning.

I held his gaze as I put my phone back into my clutch and smiled brazenly at him as I denied with my head, right before turning around to continue my one-sided chat with Mark.

***

I knew I was being stupid. I knew it because feel Diana’s eyes on me and I kept wondering if Harry was looking at me too. My knees were both on the couch, stacked over the other, and I was sitting on one side of my body as I laughed at something a pretty girl had said. My shoes were off and I was nestling my drink in my hand, while my head was propped up on the other one. I felt snug, warm and sleepy, maybe because Mark was sitting too close, or maybe because I had had one too many drinks.

Mark turned to look at me and his eyes were bright, maybe because he was drunk too.

“You’re falling asleep” He whispered intimately and I only managed to nod, a silly smile spreading on my lips as he moved slightly closer.

“I am.”

“What if I wanted to kiss you?”

My eyes snapped open and I was suddenly not sleepy anymore. Panic was definitely the feeling that was running through my veins at that very moment, as I saw him slowly moving to kiss me. I spilled some of my drink on my lap and I took that as my opportunity to break the tension that was filling the air.

“You don’t want to kiss me,” I told him as I tried to dry the little patch and without looking at him. “You want to kiss the actress, not me.”

“I’m pretty sure I want to kiss you.”

“No one does,” I shook my head. “Trust me.”

“Let’s find out,” Mark smirked and I chuckled, amused by his gut.

Fuck.

“I-I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Cause she has a boyfriend.” Harry’s voice rang next to me, as the sofa dipped hastily right next to me. I wobbled for a second and turned to look at him.

He was as relaxed as ever and his voice was soft as if he didn’t want anyone to know what we were talking about. But there was something about him that’s wasn’t as sweet as usual. A hint of darkness in his eyes that made them shine differently, almost angrily. “And by boyfriend I mean me. Hi, mate, I’m Harry”

I was gobsmacked if there’s ever a right moment to use that word. I kept looking at him as if he were a fucking ghost that had appeared out of nowhere. What was he doing there? Who the fuck did he think he was with that stupid smile on his face and his cool pose?

“Sorry, baby,” he said. “Did you miss me?” He hung his head back and offered me an amused smile while his fingers went to my thigh, resting there as his green eyes finally met mine.

Did Fake Sofia miss her Fake Boyfriend? With every inch of her body. But did I miss Harry? My whole body was aching and I was sure he had everything to do with it.

I peered at Mark, who looked nervous and unsure of himself, so I smiled at him softly and sweetly. It was my better choice, cause otherwise, I would probably cry out of anger.

Harry’s arm went to the back of my chair behind me, and his thigh pressed to mine as if he wanted to remind me he was still there.

It all felt like a show as if he was way too worried about what people might’ve thought and he cared very little about my actual feelings or how I was doing that night. If anything, I was the one being humiliated.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to Mark.

With that, I got up from the couch to make my way to the door. and leave without Harry.

***

It took me more than an hour to get ready for bed. I cleaned my face and washed my hair carefully, and I carefully put the dress away, so it wouldn’t crease or get dirty. I took a long shower and put on a clean shirt, large enough to cover my ass.

My hair was still dripping down but I was sitting comfortably on my bed, with the thick covers over my legs and a bunch of scripts and books spread over them. I had pulled out my markers and pens and was now going ham on a particular page, highlighting pretty much all of it without even actually reading it.

I felt like I was supposed to be crying like that was the natural thing to do and I was just pretending to be brave. Truth was, I couldn’t even do that, I was stuck with a numb pain, sharp and heavy, but also dark and silent.

There was a knock on the door just as I was running out of space to highlight, and I grunted, already rolling my eyes as I untangled myself from the sheets. I was pretty sure what would say to Diana when I opened the door: `Don’t worry, I’m still here, I’m not running away. You can tell Midge everything’s ok.” Although, ´fuck off´ was also a good choice.

“I’m alright, D,” I sighed as soon as I opened the door and before I realized it was D who was standing behind it.

Harry was standing in front of me, wearing a black hooding over his blue jeans. `TPWK’ was written in white letters, and he looked snuggly and warm. His hair was messy as if he had run his fingers through it more than once and he was offering me a sheepish smile, looking at me just as if he knew he wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Hi,” he said.

“Harry, the hotel staff signs NDAs. No one is telling anyone I’m not sleeping in your bed.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” he shrugged off.

“Then, what? There’s no one in here, you can’t humiliate me more.”

“I’m sorry, Sof, I’m so sorry.”

“Not enough.” I went to close the door, but he was quicker than me and held it open until he could get into the room, walking inside as I made my way back to my bed, where I sat down and looked at him. “Did she kick you out of her bed? Or did she not invite you in?”

“She did invite me in,” Harry said reluctantly, avoiding my eyes as he leaned back on the wall and stuck his fingers inside of the large pocket of his hoodie. I felt something breaking inside me, like a fancy platter that had fallen at the bottom of my feet and had shattered in a billion pieces, one large shard poking my chest sharply. What was that? What had broken down and how could I fix it?

“Why did you come then?”

“Cause I wanted to sleep with you,” Harry shrugged off. His face was somehow sad, and I wished my chest wasn’t burning, so I could comfort him, brush my fingers through his hair and tell him it was ok. That I was there for him. “You calm me down. I mean, you drive me fucking crazy, but...yeah…is easier to sleep when I’m with you.”

It would’ve been so much easier if I had just asked him to go, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that. I looked at him and sighed, getting up from the bed so he could lie down.

“You can stay,” I whispered, before getting myself into the covers, and laying on my side to look at the wall.

Harry took a minute before he followed me, stripping off to his underwear and putting my things away before he got himself into bed. He did it quietly and carefully, almost as if he were afraid to remind me that he was still there.

“Sof…” Harry talked after a while when I was already falling asleep, and I hummed in response. “Were you as jealous as I was?

“Were you jealous?”

“Yeah...wanted to kick his fucking ass.”

Oh, how sad was that it made me smile.

***

He knew how to apologize.

I had woken up with his arms around me and his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. The ends of his hair made me ticklish as they brushed against my skin, and I let my fingers caress the back of his hand as he snuck it under my shirt and put it over my tummy.

He was being careful, soft, slow, giving me a chance to wake up to his kisses.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as I fluttered my eyes open. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I know, but it’s too early to be mad.”

“Are you suggesting I pause it?” I turned around to look at him and his hand fell on the small of my back, sliding down the curve of my ass to let it rest there.

“Yeah, so we can kiss a little.” His lips met mine in a soft kiss and I smiled as he broke it apart, nuzzling his nose against mine. “You can be mad at me again at noon.”

“At noon?” I whispered and my fingers brushed over his neck, playing with the little hairs on the nape of it and I pulled him closer. His smile grew playful and he scooted closer, ready to kiss me again. That was all I wanted, to kiss him as many times as I could before he left. To not give him up a second earlier than I absolutely had to.

He started with the neck, trailing sweet kisses down to my collarbones. I could feel his warm breath as his plump lips pressed on my skin and I sighed as the tip of his fingers brushed over the curve of my waist. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his touch, the electric currents that rushed down my body because of him.

I parted my lips as Harry decided to look at me again, and I melted under his smile and the sight of his short curls falling over his face as he hovered over me. He was propping himself up on his arms and he had me trapped against the bed, with nowhere to go and nowhere to look but him. My fingers curled around his forearms and I shifted until his legs were between mine and he was tipping his head down to kiss me fully on the lips.

I kissed him back, enjoying the taste of his mouth and the weight of his body on top of mine. My hips rose to meet his and I moaned at the pressure and his rhythmic movements as he kissed me.

“Fuck,” Harry whispered hoarsely as he broke the kiss and I wrapped my legs around him and started to rock my hips to feel him better. “Do you like rubbing yourself on my cock, baby?”

“Take off your boxers,” I pleaded. “I wanna feel it.”

I knew he was trouble.

Without saying another word, he dipped his head down, finding my collarbones to nibble on it for a second, as his hands pushed my shirt up and I rose my arms so he could take it off. I was soon in just my underwear, sports bra and a pair of flower-printed cotton panties, and Harry sat back, letting me prop myself up so I could remove my top. He was devouring me with his eyes, looking attentively at every inch of my body, which made me feel shy.

My first instinct was to cover myself when I dropped the top on the floor, but he was quicker, pulling my arms away to stop me from doing so.

“S’just me, love.”

His kisses were sweet as we both fell back to bed, my legs on each side of his body as he slowly made his way down my chest. Each new kiss was soft and urgent at the same time and only added to the fire that was building in my tummy.

I was getting wet and he hadn’t really touched me.

“I like your knickers,” Harry smirked as he looked down my body, a glint of amusement shining in his eyes as I winced.

“I didn’t think anyone would see them.”

“Let’s take’em off, then.”

I sucked in air as his fingers hooked around the waistband of my panties and he shimmied them off. The night was cold and I shivered, not really sure if it was because of it or the fact that he was looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

“Look at me,” he commanded and I obeyed, watching as he hovered over me, to dip his head down to my chest and trap a nipple between his lips. The warmth of his tongue and the cold air made me hiss, but soon it didn’t matter, cause he was sucking on it and the feeling of it all was driving me crazy. He nibbled on my skin and soothed with kisses, and I arched my back to feel him closer, pushing my hips down so I could meet his.

“Fuck, I love your tits,” he murmured, pulling away from me briefly, and only to play with the other.

My eyes snapped wide open when his fingers blindly reached my center. He was still focused on my chest, licking wide stripes on the swell of it, and letting his lips close around the soft skin. I was sure I was gonna get bruises from it.

But he seemed to know what he was doing. The tip of his fingers grazed down my slit, pushing lightly down my center only to move to meet my clit. He was soft with his touch, almost teasing. He drew slow circles on it, barely applying any pressure, and, as he felt the first clench of my walls, he let his finger slide down to play with my pulsing entrance.

I could take my eyes off of him, I wanted to drink everything, to remember it for the times when I was alone in my room.

His smile grew wider as it became easier for him to rub my clit, cause I was wet, dripping actually, and he looked down to see. His fingers were glistening when he pulled them up and he took them to his mouth to lick them clean. I felt myself shiver.

“Let me taste ya, yeah?”

It was more a warning than a question, cause he didn’t wait for my answer before moving down to slot himself between my legs.

This was more than kissing just a little.

I closed my eyes at the feeling of his kisses on the inner part of my thigh, his fingers pressing to the back of it so he could trail his lips up until he reached the top. He sucked on the skin and let his tongue soothe it as anticipation grew on me. I felt like I could burst out at any second, my whole body was pulsing in need.

I propped myself up on my elbows, parted lips and jaded breath, and looked at him as he finally buried his face between my legs and his tongue met my center. He was slow, tasting me as if he wanted to remember that moment forever. It felt like we had all the time in the world and the only thing we needed to do was to enjoy it.

“Fuck.”

My fingers knotted in his hair as he licked a stripe down my slit. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing, other than looking at him. His hot breath fanned over my wet center and I shivered, letting my mouth hang open as he wrapped his mouth around my throbbing clit.

I closed my eyes, letting the overwhelming feeling win. It was a pressure, a delightful one, that had built in the lower part of my tummy, pulsing and waiting for its moment of glory. I let myself fall down the bed, shivering as Harry pressed his large hands on my hips, keeping me still as he let his tongue curl around my clit one more time.

“Look at me, baby,” Harry murmured one more time and I lazily fluttered my eyes open, looking at his dark green eyes as he continued to savor me, lick by lick.

“Fuck, Harry!”

It was a lot more intense than I remembered it, maybe because he had something to prove and something to make me forget about. When my legs trembled on each side of his face, he slowed down, letting the tip of his tongue circle around my entrance to give me some time to rest.

He looked at me again, his nose pressing down on my pubic bone as he went to play with my clit again. I was losing my mind.

Harry released his grip on my hips, which I took as my opportunity to rock them on his face, so his nose would bump against my clit, and his tongue felt thick sliding down my slit. I made circles with my hips until my walls were clenching and a firey bliss was consuming me. My legs tensed as I pushed my hips up, and Harry held me there, with his hands on my ass, and his skilled tongue working fast and deep in my center.

“Fuck, you taste good,” was all he managed to say, all I could hear at least, cause I was slowly slipping away, allowing my body to be overtaken by something new, some kind of bliss and euphoria I had never felt before, not even with him.

I came down to the bed and pinched my eyes shut as Harry continued to work on me, softly and slowly, as if he were cleaning the last remains of my high. I trembled with every new lick, my legs shaking as I felt the ghost of the pleasure I just felt still pulsing between my walls.

“Let me kiss you,” I begged when he hovered over me again, and he smiled for a second before pressing his lips to mine. As he laid down on top of me, I could feel his clammy skin feeling feverish under the tips of my fingers. He was hard, I felt him pressing down my slit, and he hissed when I moved to feel him better, completely naked and wet for him as I was.

The kiss was lazy and deep, and I could taste myself on the tip of his tongue, a weird feeling that I somehow enjoyed. His tongue played with mine, and we moved in a rhythmic dance, that made him moan and writhe his hips against mine.

I felt empty when he rolled himself onto the bed, and I pulled the covers up to hide in them. He smiled when he turned to the side and saw me completely covered in sheets. Not a part of me was to be seen.

“C’mere, baby, I still have a few hours before noon.”

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characters: BTS & Red Velvet genre: thriller, futuristic au warning: i guess a lot of depressive thoughts summary: The twelve most ambitious and promising university students are welcomed in Choego, the world’s first entirely artificial intelligence-driven city, to compete for five job contracts that could change their life. But what if something goes wrong? What if they get trapped? What if the city suddenly turns against them? Can they find a way out before the countdown reaches zero? words: 4k tagged: @philosopher-of-fandoms

➼ Chapter Index

Death.

Such a simple, trivial and lifeless word. And yet, it could bring empires to their knees. Finality had always scared human kind because it was something they couldn’t control, something out of their supervision. People managed to conquer nature, fight against wild animals, they could have diminished entire continents with the snap of their fingers but nobody had won over death before. Egyptian pharaohs had already intended to grant a fruitful afterlife to themselves as they built those huge monuments for themselves, piling gold over gold but it wasn’t a unique trait. Humans tended to wish to control as much as they could regarding their mortality: depending on their religion and beliefs they either wanted to ensure their afterlife or make sure to leave their trace on Earth. Nobody really wished to disappear without anything left behind. Be that fame, the knowledge or the love somebody held for them. But wasn’t loving the cruellest and most painful things to do after all? Because loving meant baring yourself to the possibility of losing something precious, something that leaves you hollow afterwards.

Jungkook remembered when he had encountered death for the first time. It had been almost fifteen years ago, near the hospital bed of his grandmother and he still felt his heart racing uncomfortable whenever he had smelled that typical clinic scent or saw those machines and canullas attached to people. He hated hospitals, he was sick just to the mentions of them, he felt like throwing up only by seeing the hospital bills pile up on his mother’s desk. The treatment had cost way too much for a mere secretary but in her desperate need, she hadn’t cared. But there she had been after: jobless and grieving with three children to feed and a huge debt weighing down on her shoulder. In his worst moments, Jungkook had often called his mother out on being so irresponsible to get them into this spiral downwards from which there was no way out because blaming her had been the easiest when things had been hard on him. He couldn’t have played around or had fun like kids his age. He had been working since he was fourteen, so he could contribute to the family budget. His mother had done everything she could to provide them what they needed but from such a small pay it wasn’t easy at all. Little Jungkook had been bullied for being poor, so growing up Jungkook swore he would have never let anyone look down on him once again. He had spent his afternoons in his middle school’s library to learn programming by himself and he had studied hard to get into a university because he had known how much information technicians earned with the right degrees. But now, he kind of wished he hadn’t been so ambitious, then this guilt wouldn’t have been eating him up like this.

Because death had never been the hardest on the deceased but on those who were left behind.

Yerim had lost a lot already despite being only eighteen. She had cried over dead pets, lost friendships, heartbreaks and now, she had lost her brother as well. Seeing another candidate die right in front of her eyes thanks to the artificial city’s ruthlessness seemed like nothing after that. It was almost as if she had become numb to process that. All she knew that it was not a game nor coincidence. They were going to die there in that terrifyingly beautiful town with a technology smarter than mankind. So once the hallucation fog cleared, she shakily pulled away from Jungkook’s shielding embrace and took a step back. She averted her eyes, so she wouldn’t see the hurt expression on the boy’s face. Because in that moment, it might have been him who needed support.

“Are we really safe here?” Yerim asked with trembling lips, turning towards the other two. Seulgi stood just behind the IT guy who quickly took a seat behind one of the dozens buzzing computers in the room and tried to hack himself into it just like he had done it in the hospital. This one had better security system, so he knew it was going to take a while.

“As safe as we can be. This is the last zone but we still need to stop the simulation or what the hell this is,” the guy murmured as his fingers ran as fast as lightning over the keyboard. Yerim understood nothing of the words written in white over the screen of black. At first look, they looked like English but despite her good language skills, she didn’t get any of it. But Yoongi seemed to know what he was doing and that made her feel hopeful. They had gotten here after all. At what price though?

“Jungkook, can you check the cables of those servers? We need to know the physical network connections as well because if there’s a hub, it might–”

“Be enough to shut it down,” the engineer boy finished his sentence right away, understanding what he intended to do and he got to work, walking behind those black boxes with tiny bright dots.

Just standing there, Yerim suddenly felt as useless as ever. Maybe Taehyung had been right: what was a journalist doing there in the first place? She couldn’t even help the others. She only survived so far thanks to others’ sacrifice. It would have been much better if Seokjin stayed alive instead of her. He could have helped. Like he always had done.

She was surprised when a gentle hand touched her shoulder and she looked up at the always doe-eyed Seulgi dumbfounded, not knowing what to do or what to say to the other girl. They had never talked before, at least not really if they didn’t count the time in the hospital when she had found her alone. Seulgi looked like a deer caught in headlights then but now there was something else in her eyes something akin to determination, a fire that couldn’t have been easily put out. It might have been fueled by desperation or anger, maybe both.

“You’re studying journalism, right?” The architecture girl asked her quietly and there was no mocking in her voice like it had been the case with the annoying Marketing guy. So Yerim didn’t felt ashamed of herself because of her major.

“I do, but… why does it matter?” she crooked a brow at the weird kind of question in such situation but it started to make sense as Seulgi kept going.

“If we get out… or at least you do, you should make sure that everybody knows about what happened here because we can’t let it happen again,” she shook her head and nibbling her lower lips she looked very confident in her statement. Opposite of how hopeful and uncertain that little if sounded, the rest was different. It was a side of Seulgi none of them had seemed before. She was like a girl who had had enough of letting others die around her and Yerim could resonate to that sentiment. It was the least they could have done, trying to save other innocent souls. So she didn’t even hesitate before she nodded firmly.

“Okay,” she murmured, hands in fists, already ready to post about it online, watching it go viral while penning dozens journals until one of them published their story. Their rival-like teammates who had all come for the same goal deserved at least that much. Hoseok’s girlfriend also deserved to know that he had missed her the most, or the Kim parents should have known that their son had saved them all with his sacrifice. People should have learnt not to trust a machine unconditionally because whether it be an error in the system or somebody’s doing in the back, an AI felt no remorse and knew no loyalty.

“Fuck,” Yoongi cursed suddenly and both girls turned their heads towards the IT guy sitting behind the computer screen. But the screen looked different this time, there were not only code lines there but lots of decrypted data as well.

“What? What did you find?” Yerim rushed to his side analysing what she saw from up-close. There were numbers and something that looked like a task manager on the black screen. It didn’t mean anything to her though, so she looked at Yoongi for help.

“I know why the city was killing us all. This is not a hacked simulation program,” he shook his head, lips almost bloodily chapped from the way he bit into them while breaking through the security system. His pupils were wide and scared, this was the first time the youngest member of this freaking experiment had ever seen him like this, so her throat closed up when he opened his mouth to elaborate. “The AI, the heart of this freaking city, is on its way to self-destruction.”

Yerim sucked in a breath understanding every word but not being able to process their meaning. Yoongi pointed to the progress bar on the screen saying how much time they had and above it, there was a list of all the sectors within Choego and the cursor flickering next to the number 24.

SECTOR 22 SHUT DOWN

SECTOR 23 SHUT DOWN

SECTOR 24 QUEUED

Execution 92% – 32 minutes left until total shut down

All three of them stared at the computer fearing the numbers would change because countdown was once again their lifeline, too.

“Self-destruction? But… why? The researchers wouldn’t have… they all died too, so who did it?” Seulgi spoke up, confused, voicing out all of their concerns.

Nobody knew how it happened and it was easy to make themselves believe it was just an error. Something had gone wrong and the security of Choego had started to act off. But this was different, this was something they couldn’t blame on the artificial intelligence only. A computer didn’t have free will, so there was somebody behind it. Somebody who wanted none of them to survive the night. If his plan worked out, all of them would have died about 18 hours before when the whole chaos had erupted. If Yerim had slept throughout the night, would have anyone noticed their approaching end? Maybe she had saved them then but only for a short while. But could it have been called such a righteous act even if they had ended up dying all sort of terrible deaths in the end instead of not waking up from their beds?

“It could have been only done from the inside. From this exact room to be precise because the program only let me in through IP address identification,” Yoongi explained which made the girls gulp in nervousness. That could have only meant one thing, they both knew: it could have only been an employee, one with permission to enter here.

“But everyone whom we met seemed so enthusiastic about Choego. Even if it was a revenge of some sort, why would anyone use such a brutal method?” Yerim gasped but none of them had an answer for that. There was no explanation to human savageness.

“I found it!” Jungkook hollered all of a sudden from behind the rack of computers, so they all three looked his way. “There’s only one connector to all, so I will–”

“Stop! Don’t touch it!” Yoongi yelled in panicked voice as if that single flick could have killed them all. But what couldn’t here for real?

Jungkook walked out from the cover of the shelves and stared at the other guy confused. Yoongi understood the sentiment because his earlier request could have been misleading. He didn’t want to force the computers to shut down just like that, at least not yet.

“Why?”

“Is it because of what happened when Namjoon managed to break into the researchers’ base? That the countdown quickened?” Seulgi asked in a small voice, uncertain as her caramel eyes were looking from one guy to another. The younger firmly shook his head to her question.

“But that was because the alarm system itself noticed the malfunction. But this is the main computer for god’s sake. Everything will shut down, that freaking killing program as well,” he argued and slight anger and hopelessness were mirrored in his eyes as he looked dead in Yoongi’s eyes.

“That’s right. Everything. That means no heating, no electricity, no water, nothing here if we’re lucky. But if we are not, then maybe those invisible killing walls around the sectors stay or there could be a backup generator somewhere that takes the place of the main computer. And knowing this freaking city, there must be not one but more, like the Internet: it’s a network where any hub can replace the other if done right.”

“Then why the hell did I need to check it if you had no plan on yanking it out of the wall?” the younger boy huffed out, disappointed but finally understanding why it would have been a risky decision to cut the electricity just in here. The backup must have been kept elsewhere and they would have never made it there in time.

“Because if my idea doesn’t work out, we need to leave our fate in the hands of goodwill and luck,” the IT specialist said dryly and as if on cue, two new lines appeared on the computer screen. Lines that contained their death sentence.

SECTOR 24 IN PROGRESS

Execution 94% – 24 minutes left until total shut down

Yoongi didn’t believe in life after death. He was a man of analytical thinking, therefore there was no heaven and hell according to him. It they were, Choego would have been hell for sure. He didn’t condemn those whose religion taught about Heaven or Valhalla, at least they had something to believe in, something that was waiting for them. Whether it really existed or not, in the moment of the end, it didn’t matter. But Yoongi didn’t fear death because he believed it would be the inevitable death from which there was no way back. He feared dying without being able to say goodbye or to kiss his mother’s cheek and tell her he loved her.

But in this moment, it was now or never. They were on their own, nobody could have helped them. Even the main computer was separated from Korea’s 3G and 4G networks, he couldn’t connect to any, so if they failed, they would have left without being able to tell anyone. Without anyone knowing about the struggles they had gone through in order to survive. People just over the other side of that bridge and all around the world had no idea what was going on with them: they had dinners usually, went to work like they always did and maybe not even their loved ones were worried because it hadn’t even passed a day since they last contacted them. And that, their death going unnoticed scared Yoongi the most.

“I found a hidden file. It has randomly serialized names changing every other second, so I almost missed it but it seems to be a key,” he spoke up as he typed something on a different computer than the one with the countdown.

“A key to what?” Seulgi whispered, voice strained with desperate hopefulness.

“To stop this program,” Yoongi answered as he hit Enter.

The computer beeped, then small dots appeared on the black background. Sixteen dots and then suddenly a text:

Face recognition done

“Hello, Min Yoongi, it has been a while. What can I help you with?” the lovely woman voice greeted him through the speakers and her too sweet, too artificial voice sent shivers down all of their spines. Oh, of course their last chat was stored in the central memory, Yoongi thought to himself while the others exchanged glances, not quite getting the friendly chit-chat.

“Hello,” the IT guy greeted the computer back coldly and went straight to the point. There was no use being sentimental with a software. “I want to stop the currently running program. How can I do that?”

“There are currently 486 programs running. Which one did you mean? Do you need me listing them all?” The AI’s nice voice echoed in the whole room, rebounding from all that metal and it even suppressed the constant low buzzing sound.

“No, I… I’m talking about the program that shuts down the sectors one by one.”

There was a pause, a deafening silence while the computer searched through its task manager to find the one. They were all waiting with their breaths held back.

“Do you mean Code Zero? It has been running for 1059 minutes, only 21 minutes left. Are you sure you want to stop it?”

“Yes!” Yoongi almost screamed at her, the words Code Zero tasting like metal in his mouth. So that was it. That was the source of it, the reason for this chaos. However, it wasn’t as easy to get rid of as he had thought so. Gosh, he was so naive to think, finding it was the hardest part.

“Permission denied,” the computer recited and he felt like a sulky child protesting:

“But I have the key.”

“Do you have the password?”

“Fuck,” he slapped on the desk frustrated that made the girls jump in surprise.

“Incorrect password. Please try again,” the voice told him ever so lovely, so he gave it another weak try:

“Choego.”

“Incorrect password. Please try again. You have three more tries.”

Oh, damn, so they even had a limit? The guy sucked in a breath, suddenly not knowing how to get that freaking password in time or how to get it right within three tries.

“Is there a way to retrieve the password?” Jungkook interrupted the conversation, even though he didn’t sit across a camera, the computer could tell the question didn’t come from Yoongi.

Voice recognition done

“Hello, Jeon Jungkook.” The AI greeted him as well and out of all the things that had happened to them, it was the least bizzare one. “Yes. You have to answer a question.”

“Why didn’t you say so before?” Yoongi let out a frustrated sigh and the robotic answer felt like a slap.

“Because you didn’t ask.”

Of course. A computer only does what it’s told.

“What’s the question we need to answer?” He asked then forcing himself not to get impatient even with the counter going down to 17 minutes since.

“You sit in a car. You are driving. You go with normal speed. Suddenly Person A runs onto the street right in front of you. Person A crosses the street with no pedestrian crossing and it’s too late to stop and avoid the crash. If you slow down as much as you could, Person A’s survival odds are 30%, your survival odds are 97%. If you turn towards the opposite lane, another car might come, so Person A’s survival odds are 80%, your survival odds are 50% depending on the type of cars involved. If you turn towards the sidewalk, you might hit another person and run into a wall. Person A’s survival odds are 70%, Person B’s survival odds are 35%, your survival odds are 70%. Would you hit the jaywalker?”

Once the robotic voice stopped, silence embraced the four of them. It sounded like a riddle. So their answer would have been the actual key? Yoongi looked up and exchange glances with the others. They all shook their heads, it was an unanimous decision.

“No,” he said out loud, heart throbbing in his throat as they were waiting for the system’s next step.

“I see. And taken you sit in a smart car that chooses to hit the jaywalker, would you feel guilty as if it was your own fault? Even if a truck crosses the other lane and a child runs on the sidewalk?”

“Yes, I would feel guilty,” Yoongi replied without hesitation.

The end does not justify the means, he believed.

“Here’s your answer, Min Yoongi.” The AI told him almost as if she was saying goodbye and the screen on the other monitor changed as well.

Execution 97% – 12 minutes left until total shut down

Command reset in progress. This might take a few minutes.

SECTOR 24 ON HOLD

Execution calculating…

A collective sigh was torn from the mere university students’ throats equally. The computer buzzing got stronger with each second but this time, Yoongi had a good hunch about it.

“And now?” Yerim spoke up, voice small and unsure. There was only one thing they could have done.

“Now we wait.”

Seulgi’s legs gave out in relief. She sank down to the floor, knees stretched from earlier but even the pain felt reassuring this time. They were going to live. They were going to get out. She felt it in her veins. It was finally the end of this manslaughter. She sat there, quiet, while Jungkook monitored the screen and Yerim scribbled something onto a piece of paper. She was trembling, sitting on the cold metal but didn’t even notice it up until Yoongi lowered himself down next to her. He stared ahead of himself, still breathing heavily and from the way his fingers twitched, Seulgi could tell how big of a pressure the boy faced. He saved them, he saved everyone he could and suddenly she wanted to tell him, to thank him, to take his hands and tell him that it was alright. But she didn’t find the right words and she couldn’t move. It was Yoongi who first broke the silence.

“What did you see?” he whispered and he didn’t need to elaborate, Seulgi knew immediately what he meant by it. She still remembered his whispered words of reassurance and gentle hands on her skin as he had brought her back to reality. Even sitting with shoulder to shoulder, suddenly she missed his closeness.

“My mother… telling me I could have saved them,” she croaked out in a broken voice. She should have but Namjoon might as well have been right about it, that she had been the one who led them into death. Even her silence had caused the end of some. So in a way she wasn’t better than the killing machine. However, the biggest difference was that she had regretted it, she was able to feel guilt. A program didn’t.

“Mine told me I am cruel,” Yoongi whispered and even though Seulgi didn’t agree with him being cruel, the boy didn’t seem like wanting to explain, so she didn’t ask him to. They all had their own little secrets. Their own cross to carry.

The lights flickered above them and the buzzing quieted down. A big red lettered message appeared on each screen in the room.

Self-destruction mode deactivated. You have 60 minutes to reboot the <CODE ZERO> command before the archives are deleted. Section borders are turning off. You are now set to normal mode.

It seemed too good to be true. But hadn’t they suffered enough to finally earn this?

“Is it… done? That was it?” Yerim asked almost as if she didn't dare to believe in it. After facing so many trials it was hard to. None of them had it in them to answer, to be the responsible for others to take the leap of faith. Not until Jungkook pointed at the again changing screen.

“I think so. Look! The zones are not shut down anymore.”

SECTOR 24 WORKING

SECTOR 23 WORKING

SECTOR 22 STARTING...

Seulgi felt tears pricking her eyes, tears of something akin to relief and joy but also sadness and the guilt of survivors.

She stumbled to her feet, heart hammering in her chest, ready to leave this Hell of island lied to be the Paradise behind just like a songbird anticipating to leave its cage. Her breath hitched when calloused fingers curled around her wrist so softly. She looked up at Yoongi and followed him without hesitation. Each of them did.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”

And so they did but that was the thing about death: nobody could leave the guilt and grief behind entirely. It stayed; just like one could never get rid of the blood on their hands. This was the price to pay for the illusion of freedom. But whether it was a mere mirage or not, passing through sector after sector, Seulgi couldn’t help but wonder whether it was really the city that kept them there for so long.

Or was it something more?

#series: code zero #bts thriller #red velvet thriller #btsvelvet #bts x red velvet #stories

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wahbegan · 5 years

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Golden Dawn Reading for Kristin

All right here you go, a reading for (heh) @maryreadings courtesy of Aleister Crowley and the book of Thoth. This is the Golden Dawn Reading, which is literally the biggest pain in the ass in the entire world, BUT also reveals the most helpful information. Now, lemme just start with a lil diagram of how the cards are read

As you can see from my incredible drawing, the first 15 cards drawn are read in a spiral configuration because symbol of infinity and life and blahblahblah point is. I won’t refer to them by the order in which I drew them, but instead their placement otherwise it gets fucking confusing

The middle three indicate the state of the querent (i.e. YOU), the three on the upper right are the path you’re currently on. The upper left, depending on whether they compliment or contradict the upper right, are either an extension of that path or an alternate path that you may take if certain decisions are made. The lower left gets into your head, the psychological/emotional reasons your shit the way it is, and the lower right are “karma” cards. Things which are, essentially, unavoidable.

It’s my first time and Crowley’s Unified Theory of Everything as put forward in The Book of Thoth is insanely dense, convoluted, and frought with symbolism, i’m just going for the most basic divinatory meanings of the cards or I’ll dig deeper if I have to. Helpfully, for the minor arcana, they’re kinda spelled out. The trumps though hoo boy that’s...that’s some other shit. Anyway, point is, first time doing this for real, be gentle. This ain’t your granny’s Rider-Waite reading.

I’ll break down three at a time following the same spiral so you’ll get yeah Your shit, your possible future shit, a different or maybe the same possible future shit, the role your heart has in your shit, and finally your ABSOLUTELY DEFINITELY GOING TO HAPPEN future shit.

Let’s begin.

Cards 1-3: The 3 of Swords (Sorrow), The Queen of Disks, The 9 of Wands (Strength)

Your present state as indicated by the 3 of Swords is sorrow, melancholy, fear, abandonment, but frankly I don’t need any cards to tell me that. HOWEVER, The Queen of Disks indicates a sort of motherly, nurturing presence watching over you that can guide you. This can be internal of external, and the card may be telling you to stay grounded and to have compassion, to take care of yourself and of those around you. Your hard work is paying off. Also, the 9 of wands indicates the ability to overcome exhaustion and what you may think impossible if you can be introspective, if you can draw on your inner reserves of strength and find balance and harmony, you can achieve what your heart is set on. You’re in a state of sadness and fear, essentially, but you’re stronger than you know and need to draw on your inner strength and on your inner “motherly” in this case it just means nurturing calm down nature to take care of yourself.

Cards 4, 8, and 12: The Tower, The Three of Cups (Abundance), The Two of Disks (Change)

Ahhh, ooh boy. Okay. The path you are currently on. So, one possible future starts out with The Tower. Destruction, ruin, turmoil, anger, grief, depression. The Tower basically signifies nothing good in Thoth. However...whatever experiences may come, you can grow from them. Out with the old, in with the new. The third card seems to imply that’s what will happen, but more on that in a second. The 3 of Cups is kinda weird, it doesn’t fit as neatly as the other two do. It represents the birth of something (good), a time of, well y’know abundance, all the captions on the minor arcana are basically one word super-simplified summaries of divination meanings, a time of joy and spreading your joy with others, it’s...unambiguously positive and it’s strange that it’s right next to The Tower. Except...Change. The Two of Disks means nothing’s set in stone, that your fortunes are in flux, that you need to keep your feet on the ground. That harmony will be found by following the currents of life. If I had to guess at all three together, I’d say that following some ruinous event, keeping your feet on the ground and accepting the change and adapting will lead to a state of happiness and abundance in this possible timeline.

Cards 5, 9, and 13: The Ace of Cups, The Hermit, The 7 of Cups (Debauch)

The Ace of Cups is a chance for your cup to be filled, emotionally speaking. It’s about opening your heart and letting love in. In this future you open yourself up, you become vulnerable, you let your love flow through you. The Hermit usually means withdrawing from people or a situation to get a better insight into it, but the main thing of it is illumination. Finding inner wisdom and realizing a truth. Then the 7 of cups...”indulging negative behaviors” feeding into things we know aren’t healthy for us. Addictions of any kind, self-destructive behavior...poisoning yourself. This future seems to be a different path than the first one, one that will happen if certain decisions are made, one you may have some level of choice over. Whereas your first path started with grief, anger, and ruin but led to change and abundance, this started with love and ended with indulging negative emotions, self-destruction. The Hermit seems to represent the turning point at which you realize what you’ve poured into your cup is poison.

Your paths therefore, are...what? A traumatic conflict that comes to make you grow as a person or a love you come to realize is poison? That seems to be it...seems to be.

Cards 6, 10, and 14: The Princess of Disks, The 3 of Disks (Works), The Moon

Now, onto your mind. The Princess of Disks is someone in touch with nature ha again didn’t need your cards Aleister buddy but thanks for the confirmation, someone peaceful by nature and therefore who deals poorly with conflict. Someone benevolent and empathetic in touch with what’s truly important to them, following and protecting that no matter what. Devoted, protective, nature-bound, conflict-averse, empathetic. You know what matters to you and what matters to you MATTERS to you. Works means, well, working hard and dedicated, and should be...in this position, since it’s not about the future per se, I think it speaks more to your belief that your work should be rewarded. That you work hard at what fulfills you, and you want to reap the rewards of your works. The Moon is a REALLY fun one to get in this position though because the Moon basically means you’re a lunatic. No, no, that’s wrong, but it does indicate deception, in this position I’d assume self-deception, traumatic memories, repressed problems from childhood, and deep problems with your shadow self. You are empathetic, protective, peaceful, and in touch with what matters to you. You work hard and want to be rewarded. But your shadow and your past lie unaddressed, and you deceive yourself.

Cards 7, 11, and 15: The Prince of Cups, The Emperor, and the 9 of Cups (Happiness)

These I feel are the only category that should all be interpreted one at a time, as they represent three distinct forces that are beyond your control, unlike the previous two future sets. Now, the Prince of Cups is creative, passionate, driven, and has a lot to give, but is not an integrated whole of a person and can be reckless and secretive...the court cards seem more used to describe people than the future, but for divinatory purposes, the Prince of Cups here seems to mean...here, from the Book of Thoth: such people good will, sincerity, and right mating are the essentials of success; their danger is overweening ambition.

That was the main thing I could find in terms of forces beyond your control...beware the power of your own passion and ambition. The volatile power of your drive for what you seek will always affect you.

The Emperor, however, is all about responsibility. Self-sacrifice, discipline, surrender to a greater cause. Both of these cards speak much more about the character of a person than the outside world, and you got both for forces beyond your control you need to adapt to. Very interesting. Although...although, The Emperor here could mean a drive in you to be self-sacrificing and/or a leader and/or responsible will always affect your fate...OR it could mean that the need for you to step into such characteristics will affect your fate. I think it may be that second one.

Now this, this is a lovely note to end on. The Nine of Cups is one of the most unambiguously positive cards in the Deck of Thoth. Fulfillment. Getting what you want. It was the very last card in the spiral, the end of your journey, so to speak, but...it did show up eventually. I believe you’ll always find happiness. Apparently, so do the Graeco-Roman and Egyptian Gods

#holy shit yeah i'm definitely charging 20 per reading minimum that shit took like 45 minutes and was slow #difficult #and dense as fuck #i love it tho

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One thing I forgot to mention: before numbers symbols like 1,2,3 were invented in India, what ancient people used to do was just use letters. While the Romans eventually invented a convoluted system of IXVCDM most near-eastern cultures just used their alphabet in its order to represent numbers. A was one, B was two, and so on. At the tenth letter, however, instead of giving weird numbers like 17 their own whole letter, they started counting by 10s, and at the 19th letter (because the tenth letter was the first tens letter, so the eleventh would be the second and so on), by hundreds, since people were more likely to go “about 20″ than “exactly 17″ or whatever. This made the alphabet order important, however, since mixing it up between two places would get different numbers of items. A:

A depicted an ox head, ‘alep in Phoenician. The Egyptian word was k3w, pronounced something like “karru”. But the phoenician word began with a sound called a “glottal stop”. In English it’s found in the middle of “uh-oh”, and wasn’t merely a break in these languages, but a full fledged consonant. But because of its weakness, this was the letter used most often as a “mother of reading” as I explained in the last post. Since the “ee” sound was associated with the /j/-sound, and since the “oo” sound was associated with the /w/-sound, ‘alep came to be associated with the “ah” sound by default. And so while ‘aleph in Hebrew or ‘alif in Arabic are still “mothers of reading”, when the Greeks borrowed the letter for themselves and their very different from Semitic language, they used it for the /a/ sound. The Egyptians used a vulture for this sound in their own language. Aleph came to be pronounced Alpha by the Greeks. Most A’s have the value 1. B: B originally comes from the floor plan of a house - beyt’. You would have an opening for a door as well, and through cursive writing eventually came to have a sort of P shape (or Pluto shape), before the bottom tail curved closed too, giving B. Beyt became Beta. Most B’s have the value 2. Egyptian used a symbol of a foot and leg for /b/. C, G: C was originally a throwing stick, gaml. A throwing stick being basically what a boomerang is - you’d throw it at an animal you want to stun. Later on, after Mesopotamian traders introduced the Camel from East Asia to the Middle East, people began interpreting the word as giml, or camel. Whence Greek Gamma. The Greek alphabet wasn’t passed directly from the Greeks to the ancient Romans. First the Greeks had colonies in Italy, and traded with the Etruscans, who spoke a language quite unlike both Greek and Latin and unlike Arabic or Egyptian. And the Etruscan language seemed to lack voiced stops, like B D G, a profile kind of like Mandarin today, where B D G are really p t k, and P T K are very harsh, aspirated p’, t’, k’. The Etruscans ended up using C, K, and Q almost interchangably and for both the /g/ and /k/ sounds; just for aesthetic reasons, C came before E and I, K before A, and Q before O and V (more on that in a bit). But Latin needed both /g/ and /k/ letters, and later on a teacher invented G, with a little Greek Gamma (not as curved) on it, whence G. But the old practice was retained in some abbreviations: GAIVS was C. As for G’s placement, at this time, because Latin didn’t really have a /z/ sound of its own, Z wasn’t being used except as a number. So the Romans had this gap of sorts in Z’s original place, and put G there instead. When they reintroduced Z, they added it at the end. This is why G has the value of 3 in most languages, instead of 7 or something. Egyptian used a jar with food inside as their symbol for /g/.

D was probably originally a kind of fish, being something like digg, and was drawn kind of like a Jesus fish. Later on, the shape kind of simplified, and people started calling it dalet, because it looked to them like a door. This became delta in Greek; Latin’s D is Greek’s delta but round, like C is gamma but round. Most D’s have a value of 4. Egyptian might not have had an actual /d/ in their language, but the closest equivalent sound was written with a hand.

E was a complicated sign in Egyptian used to mark words of jubilation or celebration, and was a depiction of a man with his arms over his head. Jubilation was something like hili in Phoenician, and by then the symbol was already abstract and a bunch of lines connected to other lines. So it was reinterpreted as he, and made the simple /h/ sound like in English hey. At one point, Greek didn’t have /h/-sounds at all. So, like Aleph, it was repurposed, this time for the vowel beside it, e. Later, the “ah”-”ee” sound, /ai/, like English I or eye, became an “eh” sound, like in the French words maison or lait. And this was the same as the sound E made, so the Greeks started calling E “simple E” or E-psilon to distinguish it from AI. Most E’s have the value 5. The Egyptian /h/ sound was written with an angular spiral, a stand in related to the floor plan of beyt’, maybe meaning courtyard or reed shelter.

F, U, V, W, Y:

Y was originally a drawing a hook, called waw in Phoenician, and made the /w/ sound. As a semivowel, Y was relatively unstable, and sometimes there were situations where the consonant /w/, without any vowels beside it, would become the “oo” sound between other consonants. This is the first “split”: Greek took the F-shaped varient for its /w/ sound, and the Y-shaped variant for its /u/ sound.

The /w/ sound eventually disappeared in Greek, but not before they started trading with the Etruscans, who had kind of weird language. At the time, Greek’s phi was still more of a p-sound than an f-sound as well. Since Etruscan didn’t really have phonetic voicing, the /v/ and /f/ sounds were interchangible. And /w/ likes to become v, which is why languages like German and Polish use it as such. So Etruscan made a huge leap, using F for /f/ instead of /w/. And passed it on to the Romans. Most W’s have a value of 6 because of this convolution.

Y had been written in the shape of V in Etruscan, although they weren’t thought of as separate letters any more than we think of the a that looks like an o and the a that looks like a 2 as separate letters. This form was passed into Latin. And in Classical Latin, V always made the /u/ or /w/ sounds.

Greek’s OY then did a similar thing as its AI, fusing together into a different sound. So Y was called Y-psilon to show it as a simpler, shorter, and different from OY. At the same time, Greek’s Y came to be pronounced like French’s u, or German’s ü, (or Finnish’s y) basically an “ee” sound while making a kissy face. Because of this, even though they were just variants of the same letter, Latin reborrowed Y to contrast with V, which made them separate letters. And dropping the kissy face on “ee” means y was just pronounced “ee”, the same as I, which is why Y and I work pretty much the same way in English.

Now, in Latin, where /u/ sounds were /u/ sounds and where /w/ sounds were /w/ sounds was pretty predictable. Since they were similar, there was no reason to use anything but V for both of them. Even when Latin’s /w/ became /v/ in most daughter languages, where that was was still predictable, and so there was no need for a separate /u/ and /w/. But around the time of the reformation, German started getting written a lot more. And German’s (then) /w/ and /u/ sounds weren’t always predictable. So they had this convention of writing /w/ later /v/ as VV and /u/ as V. And this convention spread to Polish.

But in England, with all their French words dragging in /v/, they had /w/, /v/, and /u/, and all in unpredictable places compared to Latin; they weren’t complementary. There was already a convention to write V like v at the beginning of words and like u in the middle, so the English ended up splitting V and U into different letters. This post-dates the US, believe it or not: the Declaration of Independence still used u/v as variants of each other. Because of how late this was, not all languages using the Latin alphabet even recognized W or U as separate letters going into the 20th century.

So through a really convoluted mess, we got F, V, U, W, and Y all from the same letter, waw.

The Egyptian equivalents were a quail chick for /w/, which could be a mother of reading as well, a horned viper for /f/, and either didn’t have or didn’t need symbols for /u/, /v/, and /y/. That said, using Y as /j/-sound like yeah/jah, Egyptians did a complicated thing I’ll get to when I talk about I and J.

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Clinical Cannabis Medical Applications

"From the ancient Egyptians to 20th-century medicine throughout Prohibition, there has always been a belief that alcohol has medicinal effects. Also today they declare that drinking a glass of merlot will certainly decrease your possibility of heart disease. Naturally, a glass of average grape juice would achieve the very same. Now, for the very first time, below in the 21st century, there are severe attempts to legalize and also offer legitimacy to the positive medicinal results of marijuana.

Using cannabis has major social and also lawful results on society as a whole. Socially, is utilizing marijuana acceptable? It is certainly becoming more so as 14 states and the District of Columbia (our nation's resources) have actually legislated the medication for medicinal usage. The city of Breckenridge, Colorado has actually legislated it for leisure usage. It is not uncommon to see people smoking marijuana joints on the Pearl Road Shopping Mall in Stone. Is this socially appropriate habits? In November, California, desperate to stabilize its budget plan, has a proposal to legislate the leisure use marijuana by adults!

Now, I am not a prude or a grouchy old man (possibly a crotchety middle-aged male), however as a parent of two young, impressionable children, I definitely do not want my kids subjected to cannabis use in public. I also would agree to bet that the majority of that cigarette smoking cannabis would certainly not desire their children to establish a dependency to cannabis when they matured.

Legitimately, just how does police react to people utilizing or possessing marijuana? This inquiry is the root of all that is essentially incorrect with present regulations relating to medical cannabis. President Barack Obama's Administration has mentioned rather plainly in March 2009 that they will not pursue representatives of medical marijuana. That basically put the enforcement guidelines right into the states themselves.

The golden state and Colorado are both most noticeable states managing the consequences of their voters legislating cannabis for medical use. Among the standard troubles that all states that have legislated using cannabis for clinical functions face is that nobody was ready when these suggestions passed. By that I imply, the suggestions did not lay out how the state would certainly go about refining and also settling this brand-new market. There were no procedures for who could become a clinical cannabis dispensary, exactly how to classify the businesses, where they might open shop and even exactly how to strain the market.

It is interesting to keep in mind that after The golden state came to be the first state to pass a law legislating medicinal marijuana in 1996, nothing truly happened. Consider the present ""pot shop"" phenomenon in California for a moment. Physicians, clients, and also owners took extremely cautionary courses. Couple of medical professionals would certainly risk their clinical licenses by recommending marijuana, couple of brave business owners would take the chance of opening up a shop that could be invaded by government agents any time. Just those that the regulation was created for, clients struggling with glaucoma, cancer cells, and AIDS sought referrals for medical marijuana.

What happened? Why the rapid growth in applications to make use of as well as sell clinical marijuana? While the modification in presidential managements and also lawful placements pertaining to the enforcement of government cannabis legislations from Bush to Obama favors the ""pot shop"" neighborhood, there is no doubt that the substantial rise took place well before Bush returned to Texas.

The variety of medicinal marijuana dispensaries has actually exploded in all states where it has become lawful. According to a tale in USA Today (March 8, 2007), the variety of dispensaries in Los Angeles raised from four in late 2005 to 98 less than a year later. In June 2010 there were 186 ""pot shops"" running within the Los Angeles city limits. Actually, an estimated 50 similar stores were forced out of organisation because of market over-saturation. With 186 ""pot stores"" open up the City of Los Angeles had greater than 400 authorized applications for dispensaries within the city limitations that had yet to open their doors.

Police as well as common council were absolutely unprepared for the legalization of cannabis. With the number of shops and individuals boosting at astonishing prices the legal marijuana sector is practically running itself, with lawmakers trying ever-so-hard to catch up to the gigantic snowball that is collecting size and also rate daily. The pharmaceutical market has actually not seen such a drastic increase in the demand for medicine given that Jonas Salk developed the polio vaccine.

According to a neighborhood information network in Denver, the state was getting greater than 1,000 applications for a clinical cannabis permit on a daily basis. According to the station, since August 26, 2010, the state had a stockpile of between 60,000 and 70,000 applications.

youtube

What were every one of these bad suffering spirits taking previously medical marijuana came to be legal therefore available? When you have your ""clinical cannabis card"" there are numerous places you can go to discover your ""medicine"". If a dispensary such as ""CannaMart"", ""Selection Organics"", Nature's Wonder"", ""Blossom Power Botanicals"", ""Premier Wellness Center"" or ""Ganja Depot"" is not within a brief drive, simply check online via Google.

With the federal government determining to step back and states completely unprepared as well as not sure how to manage this market, it has fallen under the hands of specific communities. Lots of common council like those in Aurora as well as Broomfield, Colorado has actually outlawed griswold salve dispensaries from their towns. Obviously, these cities will certainly face claims from prospective owners as well as needy individuals that find it challenging to drive 10 miles to obtain their ""medicine"".

The cities are beginning to obtain more aid from the state level. In Colorado, those with a rap sheet are no more allowed to own a dispensary. The attorney generals are beginning to take an active take a look at how to control the shops. While this is a good idea and has forced many locations to shut, the industry still appears to be spiraling out of hand.

Regulating the sale of this market is key. It is smart to start with the people who possess the stores and also function their method down. Then, maybe the most significant obstacle of all will be to tackle those just how and also that obtain prescriptions for medical marijuana. That is a topic for the future.

It is very important to keep in mind that like alcohol and also tobacco, cannabis is a medication. If you or somebody you recognize might be addicted to cannabis or various other medications, it is very important to look for help. There are numerous alcohol and drug awareness programs one can go to, along with a range of support groups like Twelve step programs (AA). For those that would certainly choose to take a program in the privacy of their own house, there are also on-line alcohol classes and also alcohol and drug training courses."

#CBD #cannabis #cannabidiol

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dantelvtg917 · 4 years

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Medicinal Smoking: Worth the Effort?

"From the old Egyptians to 20th-century medicine throughout Restriction, there has always been an idea that alcohol has medical impacts. Even today they claim that consuming a glass of red wine will lower your possibility of cardiovascular disease. Naturally, a glass of normal grape juice would complete the exact same. Now, for the first time, below in the 21st century, there are serious efforts to legalize and offer authenticity to the positive medical results of marijuana.

Using marijuana has significant social as well as lawful results on culture as a whole. Socially, is making use of cannabis acceptable? It is certainly coming to be a lot more so as 14 states as well as the Area of Columbia (our nation's funding) have legalized the medication for medicinal use. The city of Breckenridge, Colorado has legalized it for leisure usage. It is not unusual to see individuals smoking cannabis joints on the Pearl Road Shopping Center in Boulder. Is this socially appropriate habits? In November, California, hopeless to balance its spending plan, has a recommendation to legislate the leisure use of cannabis by grownups!

Now, I am not a prude or a grouchy old man (possibly a crotchety middle-aged male), yet as a moms and dad of 2 young, flexible youngsters, I absolutely do not want my kids subjected to marijuana use in public. I also would be willing to bet that a lot of that cigarette smoking cannabis would certainly not want their youngsters to develop a dependency to cannabis when they grew up.

Lawfully, how does police react to individuals making use of or having cannabis? This one inquiry is the root of all that is fundamentally incorrect with present laws pertaining to medical marijuana. President Barack Obama's Administration has specified quite clearly in March 2009 that they will certainly not pursue distributors of medical cannabis. That essentially placed the enforcement policies right into the states themselves.

California and Colorado are both most noticeable states taking care of the repercussions of their voters legislating marijuana for medicinal use. One of the standard troubles that all states that have legislated making use of cannabis for clinical objectives deal with is that nobody prepared as soon as these proposals passed. By that I suggest, the proposals did not detail exactly how the state would set about processing as well as adjudicating this new industry. There were no treatments for who could become a clinical marijuana dispensary, how to classify business, where they could open up shop or perhaps exactly how to strain the sector.

youtube

It is interesting to keep in mind that after California ended up being the very first state to pass a regulation legalizing medical cannabis in 1996, nothing truly happened. Consider the current ""pot store"" sensation in The golden state for a moment. Physicians, people, as well as proprietors took extremely cautionary courses. Few medical professionals would certainly risk their clinical licenses by prescribing cannabis, couple of endure business owners would take the chance of opening up a shop that could be invaded by government representatives any time. Just those that the legislation was developed for, people suffering from glaucoma, cancer cells, and also AIDS sought suggestions for clinical marijuana.

What occurred? Why the exponential growth in applications to utilize and sell clinical cannabis? While the adjustment in presidential managements and also lawful placements pertaining to the enforcement of government marijuana laws from Shrub to Obama prefers the ""pot store"" community, there is no question that the significant surge happened well prior to Shrub returned to Texas.

The number of medical marijuana dispensaries has blown up in all states where it has come to be lawful. According to a tale in U.S.A. Today (March 8, 2007), the variety of dispensaries in Los Angeles enhanced from four in late 2005 to 98 less than a year later on. In June 2010 there were 186 ""pot stores"" running within the Los Angeles city restrictions. Actually, an estimated 50 similar stores were dislodged of company because of market over-saturation. With 186 ""pot stores"" open up the City of Los Angeles had more than 400 accepted applications for dispensaries within the city restrictions that had yet to open their doors.

Law enforcement agencies as well as city board were entirely unprepared for the legalisation of cannabis. With the number of shops as well as people boosting at astonishing rates the legal marijuana sector is practically running itself, with legislators trying ever-so-hard to reach the giant snowball that is gathering dimension as well as rate daily. The pharmaceutical market has not seen such an extreme rise in the need for drug considering that Jonas Salk created the polio vaccination.

According to a regional news channel in Denver, the state was getting more than 1,000 applications for a medical marijuana license daily. According to the terminal, as of August 26, 2010, the state had a backlog of between 60,000 as well as 70,000 applications.

What were every one of these inadequate suffering spirits taking before medical cannabis ended up being lawful therefore available? Once you have your ""medical marijuana card"" there griswold salve are numerous places you can most likely to find your ""medicine"". If a dispensary such as ""CannaMart"", ""Choice Organics"", Nature's Marvel"", ""Flower Power Botanicals"", ""Premier Health Center"" or ""Hashish Depot"" is not within a brief drive, just check on the internet using Google.

With the federal government deciding to go back and states completely not really prepared as well as unsure exactly how to control this market, it has fallen into the hands of specific communities. Many city board like those in Aurora and also Broomfield, Colorado has actually banned dispensaries from their communities. Of course, these cities will certainly deal with legal actions from would-be owners as well as needy people that find it challenging to drive 10 miles to obtain their ""medication"".

The cities are starting to obtain more help from the state degree. In Colorado, those with a rap sheet are no longer enabled to possess a dispensary. The chief law officer are starting to take an active look at how to control the shops. While this is an advantage and has forced numerous locations to shut, the industry still seems spiraling out of control.

Regulating the sale of this industry is vital. It is smart to begin with the people who own the shops and also work their way down. Then, maybe the biggest obstacle of all will be to deal with those just how and also that obtain prescriptions for medical marijuana. That is a topic for the future.

It is essential to note that like alcohol and cigarette, cannabis is a medicine. If you or a person you know might be addicted to cannabis or various other medicines, it is essential to look for assistance. There are numerous alcohol as well as medicine recognition courses one can attend, as well as a variety of support system like Alcoholics Anonymous (AA). For those that would certainly choose to take a program in the privacy of their own home, there are likewise on-line alcohol classes as well as alcohol and drug courses."

#CBD #cannabis #cannabidiol

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messiahmsph520 · 4 years

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The Legalizing of Marijuana in Washington State Can Still Lead to Prosecutions and Harrassment

"From the old Egyptians to 20th-century medication during Prohibition, there has actually always been a belief that alcohol has medical results. Also today they assert that consuming alcohol a glass of red wine will reduce your chance of cardiovascular disease. Obviously, a glass of average grape juice would certainly accomplish the exact same. Now, for the first time, below in the 21st century, there are serious efforts to legislate as well as give legitimacy to the favorable medicinal impacts of marijuana.

The use of marijuana has major social and also lawful results on culture as a whole. Socially, is utilizing marijuana acceptable? It is certainly ending up being a lot more so as 14 states and also the District of Columbia (our country's funding) have actually legalized the drug for medicinal usage. The city of Breckenridge, Colorado has actually legislated it for recreational use. It is not uncommon to see individuals smoking marijuana joints on the Pearl Street Shopping Mall in Rock. Is this socially acceptable habits? In November, The golden state, desperate to balance its spending plan, has a proposition to legalize the leisure use cannabis by adults!

Currently, I am not a prude or a cranky old man (maybe a crotchety middle-aged guy), yet as a moms and dad of two young, impressionable kids, I certainly do not desire my kids subjected to marijuana usage in public. I likewise would be willing to bet that most of that cigarette smoking marijuana would not want their kids to develop an addiction to marijuana when they matured.

Lawfully, exactly how does law enforcement reply to people making use of or having marijuana? This inquiry is the griswold salve origin of all that is basically wrong with present laws referring to medical cannabis. President Barack Obama's Administration has stated quite plainly in March 2009 that they will certainly not seek suppliers of clinical cannabis. That essentially placed the enforcement guidelines right into the states themselves.

The golden state and also Colorado are both most popular states handling the consequences of their citizens legislating marijuana for medical use. One of the basic issues that all states that have legalized using cannabis for medical purposes deal with is that nobody prepared once these recommendations passed. By that I suggest, the propositions did not outline how the state would tackle processing as well as adjudicating this new market. There were no procedures for who could become a medical marijuana dispensary, how to categorize the businesses, where they might open up store and even exactly how to exhaust the market.

It is interesting to note that after California came to be the very first state to pass a regulation legislating medicinal marijuana in 1996, nothing truly took place. Consider the existing ""pot store"" phenomenon in California for a moment. Physicians, patients, and owners took very cautionary courses. Few medical professionals would risk their medical licenses by suggesting marijuana, couple of endure business owners would certainly take the chance of opening up a store that could be plundered by government representatives at any moment. Only those that the law was designed for, individuals struggling with glaucoma, cancer cells, and AIDS looked for recommendations for clinical cannabis.

youtube

What happened? Why the exponential development in applications to make use of and also sell clinical marijuana? While the modification in presidential managements as well as lawful placements pertaining to the enforcement of government cannabis legislations from Shrub to Obama favors the ""pot store"" neighborhood, there is no doubt that the significant surge happened well prior to Shrub moved back to Texas.

The variety of medicinal marijuana dispensaries has actually exploded in all states where it has come to be lawful. According to a story in U.S.A. Today (March 8, 2007), the number of dispensaries in Los Angeles raised from 4 in late 2005 to 98 less than a year later on. In June 2010 there were 186 ""pot shops"" running within the Los Angeles city limitations. Paradoxically, an approximated 50 similar stores were displaced of company as a result of market over-saturation. With 186 ""pot shops"" open the City of Los Angeles had greater than 400 approved applications for dispensaries within the city limits that had yet to open their doors.

Police and common council were totally unprepared for the legalization of cannabis. With the number of stores as well as individuals enhancing at staggering prices the legal cannabis industry is essentially running itself, with lawmakers attempting ever-so-hard to reach the gigantic snowball that is collecting size and also speed daily. The pharmaceutical sector has not seen such a radical boost in the demand for medication given that Jonas Salk designed the polio injection.

According to a regional news network in Denver, the state was getting greater than 1,000 applications for a medical marijuana license everyday. According to the terminal, as of August 26, 2010, the state had a backlog of in between 60,000 and 70,000 applications.

What were all of these bad suffering spirits taking before clinical marijuana ended up being legal therefore readily available? Once you have your ""medical marijuana card"" there are numerous locations you can go to locate your ""medicine"". If a dispensary such as ""CannaMart"", ""Option Organics"", Nature's Wonder"", ""Flower Power Botanicals"", ""Premier Health Facility"" or ""Hashish Depot"" is not within a short drive, just inspect on the internet by means of Google.

With the federal government determining to step back as well as mentions totally unprepared and unclear how to manage this sector, it has actually come under the hands of private neighborhoods. Lots of city board like those in Aurora and Broomfield, Colorado has outlawed dispensaries from their communities. Certainly, these cities will encounter lawsuits from would-be owners and also clingy individuals that discover it hard to drive 10 miles to get their ""medicine"".

The cities are beginning to obtain more aid from the state degree. In Colorado, those with a criminal record are no longer permitted to have a dispensary. The attorney general of the United States are beginning to take an energetic consider how to manage the shops. While this is a good thing and has forced lots of areas to close, the sector still seems spiraling out of hand.

Regulating the sale of this market is essential. It is smart to start with the people who possess the stores as well as function their way down. Then, possibly the biggest difficulty of all will be to tackle those just how and who obtain prescriptions for medical cannabis. That is a topic for the future.

It is important to note that like alcohol and tobacco, marijuana is a drug. If you or a person you recognize may be addicted to cannabis or various other medications, it is essential to seek help. There are numerous alcohol and medicine recognition programs one can attend, along with a variety of support system like Alcoholics Anonymous (AA). For those that would certainly favor to take a training course in the privacy of their own house, there are additionally on-line alcohol classes and alcohol and drug programs."

#CBD #cannabis #cannabidiol

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beauqqnp018 · 4 years

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Selecting a Trusted Medical Cannabis Dispensary

"From the ancient Egyptians to 20th-century medication throughout Restriction, there has actually constantly been an idea that alcohol has medicinal impacts. Also today they assert that consuming alcohol a glass of red wine will reduce your opportunity of cardiovascular disease. Certainly, a glass of average grape juice would certainly complete the exact same. Now, for the first time, below in the 21st century, there are serious attempts to legalize as well as provide legitimacy to the positive medicinal impacts of marijuana.

Using cannabis has major social and also legal results on society overall. Socially, is using cannabis appropriate? It is absolutely coming to be much more so as 14 states and the District of Columbia (our country's resources) have actually legislated the medication for medical use. The city of Breckenridge, Colorado has actually legislated it for leisure use. It is not unusual to see people smoking cannabis joints on the Pearl Street Shopping Center in Rock. Is this socially acceptable actions? In November, The golden state, determined to balance its spending plan, has a suggestion to legislate the recreational use of cannabis by grownups!

Now, I am not a prude or an irritable old man (maybe a crotchety middle-aged guy), but as a parent of 2 young, flexible youngsters, I definitely do not desire my children exposed to marijuana usage in public. I likewise would certainly want to bet that most of that cigarette smoking cannabis would certainly not desire their youngsters to create a dependency to cannabis when they matured.

Legally, exactly how does law enforcement react to individuals using or having marijuana? This one inquiry is the root of all that is basically wrong with current regulations concerning medical marijuana. Head of state Barack Obama's Administration has mentioned rather clearly in March 2009 that they will certainly not go after suppliers of clinical marijuana. That basically put the enforcement regulations right into the states themselves.

The golden state and also Colorado are the two most famous states handling the consequences of their voters legislating marijuana for medical usage. One of the fundamental issues that all states that have actually legislated using cannabis for clinical objectives encounter is that nobody was ready as soon as these propositions passed. By that I suggest, the proposals did not detail how the state would certainly deal with refining as well as adjudicating this new industry. There were no procedures for who might end up being a clinical marijuana dispensary, just how to classify the businesses, where they could open shop or perhaps just how to strain the market.

It interests note that after The golden state ended up being the very first state to pass a legislation legislating medicinal marijuana in 1996, nothing actually took place. Think of the existing ""pot store"" phenomenon in California for a moment. Physicians, clients, and owners took very cautionary courses. Couple of physicians would risk their clinical licenses by prescribing cannabis, few endure entrepreneurs would certainly risk opening up a store that could be raided by government representatives any time. Just those who the legislation was developed for, clients struggling with glaucoma, cancer, and AIDS sought referrals for clinical marijuana.

What occurred? Why the rapid development in applications to utilize and sell medical marijuana? While the adjustment in presidential managements and also lawful placements pertaining to the enforcement of federal cannabis laws from Bush to Obama prefers the ""pot store"" neighborhood, there is no doubt that the massive rise happened well before Bush returned to Texas.

youtube

The number of medical cannabis dispensaries has taken off in all states where it has actually come to be lawful. According to a tale in USA Today (March 8, 2007), the number of dispensaries in Los Angeles enhanced from 4 in late 2005 to 98 less than a year later. In June 2010 there were 186 ""pot shops"" running within the Los Angeles city limitations. Actually, an approximated 50 similar stores were displaced of business because of market over-saturation. With 186 ""pot shops"" open up the City of Los Angeles had more than 400 authorized applications for dispensaries within the city restrictions that had yet to open their doors.

Police as well as common council were totally unprepared for the legalisation of marijuana. With the variety of stores and also individuals increasing at astonishing prices the legal marijuana industry is virtually running itself, with legislators attempting ever-so-hard to reach the huge snowball that is gathering dimension as well as rate daily. The pharmaceutical market has not seen such an extreme boost in the demand for medication considering that Jonas Salk griswold salve developed the polio vaccination.

According to a neighborhood information channel in Denver, the state was receiving more than 1,000 applications for a clinical cannabis certificate on a daily basis. According to the station, since August 26, 2010, the state had a backlog of between 60,000 and 70,000 applications.

What were all of these bad suffering souls taking in the past clinical marijuana ended up being lawful therefore available? When you have your ""clinical marijuana card"" there are numerous places you can go to locate your ""medicine"". If a dispensary such as ""CannaMart"", ""Option Organics"", Nature's Wonder"", ""Blossom Power Botanicals"", ""Premier Wellness Center"" or ""Marijuana Depot"" is not within a brief drive, just check on the internet through Google.

With the federal government choosing to go back and states completely not really prepared and unclear exactly how to control this industry, it has fallen under the hands of individual communities. Many common council like those in Aurora as well as Broomfield, Colorado has banned dispensaries from their communities. Of course, these cities will certainly face lawsuits from potential owners and also clingy individuals who discover it difficult to drive 10 miles to get their ""medicine"".

The cities are starting to get more aid from the state degree. In Colorado, those with a criminal record are no longer allowed to own a dispensary. The attorney general of the United States are starting to take an active take a look at how to manage the stores. While this is a good thing and also has forced many areas to close, the sector still seems spiraling out of control.

Controling the sale of this industry is essential. It is wise to start with the people that own the shops as well as work their means down. After that, maybe the greatest hurdle of all will be to take on those just how as well as that receive prescriptions for medicinal cannabis. That is a topic for the future.

It is very important to note that like alcohol as well as tobacco, marijuana is a drug. If you or someone you know may be addicted to marijuana or other medicines, it is necessary to seek aid. There are numerous alcohol and also drug awareness training courses one can participate in, along with a range of support system like Alcoholics Anonymous (AA). For those that would certainly like to take a course in the privacy of their own home, there are also on the internet alcohol courses as well as alcohol and also medicine courses."

#CBD #cannabis #cannabidiol

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emilioypxe864 · 4 years

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Natural Help For AIDS Patients

"From the ancient Egyptians to 20th century medication throughout Restriction, there has actually constantly been an idea that alcohol has medicinal effects. Also today they assert that drinking a glass of red wine will decrease your opportunity of heart problem. Naturally a glass of regular grape juice would achieve the same. Currently, for the very first time, right here in the 21st century, there are significant attempts to legalize and also give authenticity to the positive medical results of marijuana.

Using marijuana has significant social as well as legal effects on culture as a whole. Socially, is making use of marijuana appropriate? It is definitely ending up being extra so as 14 states and the District of Columbia (our country's capital) have actually legislated the medicine for medical use. The city of Breckenridge, Colorado has legislated it for leisure usage. It is not uncommon to see individuals smoking marijuana joints on the Pearl Road Shopping Center in Rock. Is this socially appropriate actions? In November, California, desperate to balance its budget, has a proposition to legislate the entertainment use of marijuana by grownups!

Currently, I am not a prude or a grouchy old man (maybe a crotchety middle-aged male), but as a parent of two young, flexible youngsters, I definitely do not desire my youngsters subjected to cannabis usage in public. I likewise would be willing to bet that a lot of those smoking cannabis would certainly not want their kids to create a dependency to marijuana when they matured.

Legally, how does police reply to people making use of or having cannabis? This one inquiry is the root of all that is essentially incorrect with existing legislations pertaining to medical cannabis. President Barack Obama's Administration has actually specified fairly plainly in March 2009 that they will not go after representatives of medical cannabis. That primarily put the enforcement policies into the states themselves.

California as well as Colorado are the two most noticeable states handling the repercussions from their citizens legislating cannabis for medicinal usage. One of the fundamental issues that all states that have actually legislated the use of marijuana for medical functions deal with is that no one prepared once these propositions passed. By that I indicate, the propositions did not outline exactly how the state would certainly tackle refining as well as adjudicating this brand-new industry. There were no procedures for who could end up being a medical marijuana dispensary, how to classify the businesses, where they might open store or even how to tire the market.

It interests note that after California ended up being the initial state leading pass a regulation legislating medical cannabis in 1996, nothing really took place. Think about the present ""pot store"" sensation in California for a moment. Physicians, patients as well as owners took very cautionary paths. Couple of physicians would risk their clinical licenses by recommending marijuana, couple of take on business owners would run the risk of opening up a store that could be raided by federal agents at any time. Only those that the law was designed for, people experiencing glaucoma, cancer and also AIDS sought referrals for clinical cannabis.

youtube

What happened? Why the exponential development in applications to use and also sell clinical marijuana? While the modification in governmental administrations and also legal placements concerning the enforcement of federal cannabis regulations from Shrub to Obama favors the ""pot store"" community, there is no doubt that the huge surge took place well before Bush returned to Texas.

The number of medical cannabis dispensaries has actually exploded in all states where it has actually ended up being lawful. According to a tale in U.S.A. Today (March 8, 2007) the number of dispensaries in Los Angeles boosted from 4 in late 2005 to 98 less than a year later on. In June 2010 there were 186 ""pot stores"" running within the Los Angeles city limits. Paradoxically, an approximated 50 comparable shops were forced out of company as a result of market over-saturation. With 186 ""pot stores"" open up the City of Los Angeles had greater than 400 approved applications for dispensaries within the city restrictions that had yet to open their doors.

Law enforcement agencies and also city councils were absolutely unprepared for the legalization of marijuana. With the number of shops as well as patients boosting at astonishing prices the lawful marijuana sector is essentially running itself, with legislators attempting ever-so-hard to catch up to the cbdforsalenearme.com giant snowball that is collecting dimension and speed daily. The pharmaceutical market has actually not seen such an extreme rise in need for a medication considering that Jonas Salk invented the polio injection.

According to a neighborhood information network in Denver, the state was obtaining greater than 1,000 applications for a clinical marijuana permit everyday. According to the terminal, as of August 26, 2010 the state had a backlog of in between 60,000 and 70,000 applications.

What were all of these poor suffering souls taking in the past clinical marijuana ended up being lawful and so available? Once you have your ""medical cannabis card"" there are numerous locations you can most likely to discover your ""medicine"". If a dispensary such as ""CannaMart"", ""Selection Organics"", Nature's Marvel"", ""Flower Power Botanicals"", ""Premier Health Center"" or ""Hashish Depot"" is not within a short drive, simply check on line through Google.

With the federal government determining to step back and specifies entirely not really prepared as well as not sure how to manage this industry, it has actually come under the hands of specific communities. Lots of city board like those in Aurora as well as Broomfield, Colorado have outlawed dispensaries from their communities. Of course these cities will deal with suits from potential proprietors as well as needy individuals who find it tough to drive 10 miles to get their ""medication"".

The cities are starting to get even more help from the state degree. In Colorado those with a rap sheet are no more allowed to possess a dispensary. The attorney general's are beginning to take an energetic view exactly how to control the shops. While this is an advantage as well as has forced lots of locations to shut, the industry still seems spiraling unmanageable.

Controling the sale of this industry is vital. It is smart to begin with individuals who own the stores and also work their means down. Then, possibly the greatest hurdle of all will be to take on those exactly how as well as who get prescriptions for medical cannabis. That is a topic for the future.

It is essential to keep in mind that like alcohol as well as cigarette, cannabis is a drug. If you or a person you understand might be addicted to cannabis or other medications, it is very important to look for help. There are numerous alcohol and medicine awareness training courses one can attend, along with a selection of support groups like Twelve step programs (AA). For those who would favor to take a training course in the privacy of their own residence there are likewise online alcohol courses and alcohol and also medication courses."

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A Quick Overview to Medical Cannabis in California

"From the ancient Egyptians to 20th century medicine during Restriction, there has actually constantly been an idea that alcohol has medicinal effects. Even today they claim that drinking a glass of red wine will certainly reduce your opportunity of cardiovascular disease. Obviously a glass of average grape juice would certainly complete the very same. Currently, for the first time, below in the 21st century, there are serious efforts to legalize and also offer authenticity to the positive medicinal effects of marijuana.

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Making use of cannabis has significant social and lawful effects on culture in its entirety. Socially, is making use of marijuana appropriate? It is certainly becoming extra so as 14 states as well as the District of Columbia (our country's funding) have legislated the medication for medical usage. The city of Breckenridge, Colorado has actually legalized it for recreational use. It is not uncommon to see individuals smoking cannabis joints on the Pearl Street where to buy cbd oil in windsor Shopping Mall in Rock. Is this socially acceptable habits? In November, California, desperate to balance its budget, has a recommendation to legalize the entertainment use cannabis by adults!

Now, I am not a prude or an irritable old man (perhaps a crotchety middle-aged guy), however as a moms and dad of 2 young, impressionable kids, I absolutely do not want my children subjected to cannabis usage in public. I additionally would be willing to bet that the majority of those smoking cigarettes marijuana would certainly not want their kids to develop a dependency to marijuana when they grew up.

Lawfully, exactly how does police reply to individuals utilizing or having cannabis? This set question is the origin of all that is essentially wrong with present legislations pertaining to medical marijuana. President Barack Obama's Administration has actually specified rather clearly in March 2009 that they will not go after representatives of medical marijuana. That essentially put the enforcement rules into the states themselves.

The golden state and Colorado are the two most noticeable states managing the repercussions from their voters legalizing marijuana for medical use. Among the basic issues that all states that have actually legislated the use of cannabis for clinical purposes face is that no one prepared once these propositions passed. By that I imply, the propositions did not detail exactly how the state would tackle refining as well as settling this new industry. There were no procedures for who can become a medical cannabis dispensary, exactly how to identify business, where they can open store or perhaps how to tax the sector.

It is interesting to keep in mind that after California became the first state top pass a legislation legalizing medicinal cannabis in 1996, absolutely nothing really happened. Think about the current ""pot shop"" phenomenon in The golden state for a moment. Physicians, people and also owners took very cautionary paths. Few medical professionals would risk their medical licenses by prescribing marijuana, couple of take on entrepreneurs would certainly take the chance of opening a shop that could be robbed by government agents any time. Only those who the law was designed for, patients experiencing glaucoma, cancer as well as AIDS looked for recommendations for clinical marijuana.

What took place? Why the exponential development in applications to use and also offer clinical marijuana? While the change in governmental administrations as well as legal settings concerning the enforcement of government marijuana regulations from Shrub to Obama favors the ""pot shop"" neighborhood, there is no question that the huge surge occurred well before Bush returned to Texas.

The variety of medicinal marijuana dispensaries has actually taken off in all states where it has actually become legal. According to a tale in U.S.A. Today (March 8, 2007) the number of dispensaries in Los Angeles enhanced from 4 in late 2005 to 98 less than a year later. In June 2010 there were 186 ""pot shops"" operating within the Los Angeles city restrictions. Ironically, an estimated 50 comparable shops were forced out of business because of market over-saturation. With 186 ""pot shops"" open the City of Los Angeles had more than 400 accepted applications for dispensaries within the city limitations that had yet to open their doors.

Police as well as city councils were absolutely unprepared for the legalization of cannabis. With the number of stores as well as clients boosting at staggering prices the lawful marijuana industry is basically running itself, with legislators attempting ever-so-hard to catch up to the large snowball that is gathering size and also speed daily. The pharmaceutical industry has actually not seen such an extreme rise in need for a medicine considering that Jonas Salk designed the polio injection.

According to a regional information channel in Denver, the state was receiving greater than 1,000 applications for a medical marijuana certificate each day. According to the station, since August 26, 2010 the state had a stockpile of in between 60,000 and 70,000 applications.

What were all of these inadequate suffering souls taking previously medical cannabis came to be lawful therefore offered? When you have your ""medical marijuana card"" there are numerous places you can go to locate your ""medicine"". If a dispensary such as ""CannaMart"", ""Selection Organics"", Nature's Marvel"", ""Blossom Power Botanicals"", ""Premier Health Facility"" or ""Marijuana Depot"" is not within a short drive, simply look at line via Google.

With the federal government choosing to step back and states completely unprepared and also unsure exactly how to control this sector, it has fallen into the hands of private areas. Many common council like those in Aurora and also Broomfield, Colorado have actually banned dispensaries from their towns. Naturally these cities will certainly encounter lawsuits from prospective proprietors as well as clingy people who locate it difficult to drive 10 miles to get their ""medicine"".

The cities are starting to obtain more help from the state degree. In Colorado those with a criminal record are no more permitted to have a dispensary. The attorney general of the United States's are starting to take an energetic look on how to manage the shops. While this is a good thing and has forced numerous areas to shut, the sector still appears to be spiraling out of control.

Regulating the sale of this market is essential. It is wise to start with the people that own the stores and function their method down. After that, maybe the largest difficulty of all will certainly be to take on those how as well as that get prescriptions for medical marijuana. That is a topic for the future.

It is very important to keep in mind that like alcohol as well as cigarette, cannabis is a medication. If you or somebody you understand might be addicted to cannabis or various other medicines, it is essential to seek help. There are numerous alcohol as well as drug recognition training courses one can go to, in addition to a selection of support system like Alcoholics Anonymous (AA). For those that would favor to take a training course in the personal privacy of their very own residence there are likewise online alcohol courses and also alcohol and drug programs."

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Selecting a Trusted Medical Marijuana Dispensary

"From the ancient Egyptians to 20th-century medicine during Restriction, there has actually constantly been an idea that alcohol has medical effects. Even today they assert that drinking a glass of red wine will certainly decrease your chance of cardiovascular disease. Of course, a glass of ordinary grape juice would certainly complete the exact same. Now, for the first time, right here in the 21st century, there are significant efforts to legislate as well as give legitimacy to the favorable medical effects of marijuana.

The use of cannabis has major social and also lawful impacts on society as a whole. Socially, is making use of cannabis acceptable? It is definitely coming to be a lot more so as 14 states as well as the Area of Columbia (our country's funding) have legislated the medicine for medicinal usage. The city of Breckenridge, Colorado has actually legalized it for entertainment use. It is not uncommon to see people smoking marijuana joints on the Pearl Road Shopping Center in Stone. Is this socially appropriate behavior? In November, California, desperate to balance its budget plan, has a suggestion to legislate the recreational use of cannabis by adults!

Now, I am not a prude or a cranky old man (maybe a crotchety middle-aged male), however as a parent of two young, impressionable children, I certainly do not want my kids revealed to cannabis usage in public. I likewise would certainly agree to wager that the majority of that smoking cigarettes marijuana would not want their kids to develop an addiction to marijuana when they grew up.

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Legally, just how does police respond to people making use of or having cannabis? This inquiry is the origin of all that is essentially wrong with current legislations concerning medicinal cannabis. Head of state Barack Obama's Administration has actually mentioned quite plainly in March 2009 that they will certainly not pursue distributors of clinical cannabis. That generally put the enforcement rules right into the states themselves.

The golden state and Colorado are the two most famous states managing the repercussions of their citizens legalizing cannabis for medicinal use. Among the basic problems that all states that have legislated making use of marijuana for clinical functions encounter is that no one was ready when these suggestions passed. By that I imply, the propositions did not detail just how the state would deal with refining and also settling this brand-new sector. There were no procedures for who could become a medical marijuana dispensary, just how to classify the businesses, where they can open up store or even how to tax the market.

It is interesting to keep in mind that after California came to be the initial state to pass a regulation legislating medicinal marijuana in 1996, nothing truly occurred. Consider the current ""pot shop"" phenomenon in The golden state for a moment. Doctors, individuals, as well as owners took extremely cautionary paths. Couple of doctors would risk their medical licenses by suggesting marijuana, few brave business owners would certainly run the risk of opening up a store that could be plundered by federal representatives at any moment. Only those that the law was made for, individuals suffering from glaucoma, cancer cells, and also AIDS looked for suggestions for medical marijuana.

What occurred? Why the rapid development in applications to make use of and sell clinical cannabis? While the modification in governmental managements and also lawful settings relating to the enforcement of federal marijuana laws from Shrub to Obama favors the ""pot shop"" community, there is no doubt that the huge surge took place well before Bush moved back to Texas.

The number of medicinal marijuana dispensaries has actually exploded in all states where it has ended up being lawful. According to a story in USA Today (March 8, 2007), the number of dispensaries in Los Angeles boosted from four in late 2005 to 98 less than a year later on. In June 2010 there were 186 ""pot shops"" running within the Los Angeles city limits. Actually, an estimated 50 similar stores were dislodged of service as a result of market over-saturation. With 186 ""pot shops"" open up the City of Los Angeles had more than 400 authorized applications for dispensaries within the city limitations that had yet to open their doors.

Police as well as city councils were absolutely unprepared for the legalization of marijuana. With the variety of stores and individuals increasing at shocking rates the lawful marijuana industry is basically running itself, with lawmakers trying ever-so-hard to reach the huge snowball that is collecting dimension and also rate daily. The pharmaceutical industry has not seen such an extreme increase in the requirement for medicine since Jonas Salk designed the polio vaccine.

According to a regional information channel in Denver, the state was receiving greater than 1,000 applications for a clinical cannabis certificate daily. According to the station, as of August 26, 2010, the state had a backlog of in between 60,000 and 70,000 applications.

What were every one of these bad suffering souls taking in the past clinical cannabis became lawful therefore available? As soon as you have your ""medical cannabis card"" there are numerous places you can most likely to discover your ""medicine"". If a dispensary such as ""CannaMart"", ""Selection Organics"", Nature's Wonder"", ""Flower Power Botanicals"", ""Premier Wellness Center"" or ""Marijuana Depot"" is not within a brief drive, just inspect online through Google.

With the federal government making a decision to step back and also states completely unprepared and unclear exactly how to manage this industry, it has fallen into the hands of specific areas. Many city councils like those in Aurora as well as Broomfield, Colorado has actually banned dispensaries from their towns. Certainly, these cities will face legal actions from prospective owners and needy individuals who discover it tough to drive 10 miles to obtain their ""medicine"".

The cities are starting to get even more help from the state degree. In Colorado, those with a criminal record are no more allowed to have a dispensary. The attorney general of the United States are starting to take an active take a look at exactly how to manage the stores. While this is a good idea as well as has forced many locations to shut, the industry still appears to be spiraling out of hand.

Controling the sale of this industry is vital. It is wise to begin with the people that have the shops and also function their means down. Then, maybe the most significant difficulty of all will be to deal with those just how as well as who obtain prescriptions for medical cannabis. That is a topic for the future.

It is important to keep in mind that like alcohol and also cigarette, marijuana is a drug. If you or someone you recognize may be addicted to cannabis or other medications, it is essential to seek help. There are numerous alcohol and also medicine understanding programs one can participate in, as well as a variety of support groups like Alcoholics cbd oil for sale near me Anonymous (AA). For those who would certainly choose to take a program in the personal privacy of their own residence, there are likewise online alcohol courses as well as alcohol and also drug courses."

#CBD #cannabis #cannabidiol

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