sometimes (most of the time tbh 💀) tiktok is so fucking stupid. like there's a post w some dude going around talking abt the "psychedelic effects" of nutmeg, and even tho i haven't watched the whole thing it's like...there are children on there and u are all but encouraging them to poison themselves via false info.
nutmeg and its effects are NOT NECESSARILY psychedelic. to compare it to lsd or shrooms or anything of the sort is just...not accurate. maybe in some experiences, but the majority ive heard do not align with those effects. despite nutmeg and its active ingredients (myristicin, elemicin, some other ones i dont remember lol) not being technically classified as a deliriant or an anticholinergic (according to reddit, which ig should b taken with a grain of salt lol. but apparently the exact nature of the substance isn't completely understood) like dph, scopolamine, etc, it's effects are similar to that of anticholinergic toxicity: delirium, psychosis and risk of HPPD following a trip, dehydration, heart issues, paranoia and general dysphoria (dosage-dependant, it may be euphoric in some cases), a trip length of several days, body load with poor motor control, hallucinations, nausea, dpdr and more.
experiences vary from person to person but the amount and type of nutmeg matters too; like in the case of other plants like datura, the efficacy of myristicin and other psychoactive ingredients varies between products, meaning that one cannot really determine the intensity of the trip they will have if they are ingesting the ground powder. this is especially dangerous as myristicin is neurotoxic, and high dosages can really fuck with a person and possibly damage their body for life, if not kill them.
sure, it can have positive or "fun" effects (and it seems more likely that the experience will be negative according to testimonials from others), but the risks are numerous even in comparison to other things that'd probably be more enjoyable. i mean, ive done dph which is notoriously horrible for u, but at least people seem to be figuring out its not a fun challenge to do and instead a brain-frying, addictive over-the-counter drug. it's just...frustrating to see potentially dangerous misinformation being spread on an app with a bunch of children who don't know to research by themselves.
before trying nutmeg or any deliriant tbh, ALWAYS research and examine whether it's a good idea (and it's probably not a good one. i still think about dph all the time even tho i know it's fucked my memory). it's so so SO important to educate urself about interactions, effects, dosages, and what to do in the event of an od.
that's all, rant over ig lol
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current brain rot is single mom & simon who aren't dating, but he becomes a father figure for your daughter. and it's the way when its time for him to be deployed again, it's the way your daughter reacts that starts to change your feelings entirely towards him.
the morning he's set to leave, footsteps trot their way down the hallway of your house. no knock is given as a warning, the door opening as your daughter makes her way into your room to nudge you awake. except, you've been awake most of the night. your body turning onto it's side to face her figure standing at the side of your bed, faces illuminated by the faint light of the alarm clock. it's 5am and you feel like you could run a marathon, but that's due to the fact your brain hasn't shut off the past 6 hours since you got into bed.
"we promised simon we'd say goodbye," the little girls voice gently reminds you, fingers grabbing at the sweater you deemed your pajama crewneck. a delicate tug is enough for you to sit up. your own hand reaches to brush her hair back before pulling her head closer to you, a soft kiss placed at the top of her head.
"get warm clothes on, it's chilly this time of morning," you murmur, and as you stand up she's already listening to your request. your daughter slips quickly out of your room and back to hers to get warmer clothes on.
and soon enough, the two of you are holding hands as you head outside of the house and a few doors down to simon's house. the exhaust from the car visible in the cool morning air because of the car lights. simon is sat in the driver seat, door propped open as he glances to see the two of you approaching. but, your daughter quickly releases your hand at the sight of him as she runs directly towards him. no words are spoken as he pulls her in close and her face becomes buried into his abdomen.
you stand a few feet away, quietly with your arms crossed in an attempt to preserve any ounce of warmth your body has. the sight in front of you tugging at your heart - she's far too young to understand the severity of his job that would add to the sadness she has over him leaving. but you aren't. and part of you wishes you were as naïve as a child, thinking he was simply going to be away for a few months, nothing more and nothing less. but there was far more that went into all of it, and it was part of what kept you up the whole night.
"no hug from you?"
the words spoken pull you from the trance you were in. eyes that had become unfocused on the scene in front of you now refocused on simon, his body now standing out of the car as your daughter had taken the spot in the drivers seat for warmth while she waited for you two to say goodbye to each other.
"of course you get one," you quickly respond, as if thoughts weren't plaguing your mind moments ago. feet close the space between the two of you and both of your arms wrap around each other. there were plenty of quick hugs and side hugs between the two of you, but your brain counted this one as you both held each other. was it over a minute? did the lack of sleep warp your concept of time and make 3 seconds feel like a minute, or did the hug last that long?
"i'll be back for both of you," and at that point, you were sure the hug lasted longer than a minute as your body became frozen at the simple words spoken. eyes closed as your forehead rested against his chest and your hands gripped the fabric of his sweater.
"we'll be here," voice quiet and muffled into the sweater he was wearing, but he heard as his hold on you grew a little tighter seconds after the words left your mouth.
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Nobody was doing it like Mary Magdalene. Tits out. Standing on a mountain. Holding a skull. She’s like the lesbian catholic hamlet. Aesthetically an absolute win for the gays.
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