#The jargon is whoa

[auntieclimactic]

“You should let me go,” Kino says. He speaks in short gasping bursts. “Stop being an idiot and catch up with Melshi. You’ll have a better chance of making it out.”

Keef only tightens his grip. “Save your energy and kick,” he instructs.

#Andor #Cassian/Kino #Fix-it of sorts #there's only one bed #Auntie C's Fic #Kino Loy #Cassian Andor #Ur auntie was reading a lot of poetry while writing this and it shows #Auntie's first star wars fic #The jargon is whoa #Wookieepedia makes me want to claw my eyes out #this took me 87 years to write #Happy Friday I guess

[frostbounddevotion]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 .

Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

Uraume —

Ghostbox by Away x Crywolf I want this to hurt I want you to tear me open I want you to feel me underneath your fingernails Rabbit Hole by Qveen Herby You can suck my rabbit hole (okay) Yeah, lately that's my vibe (okay, okay) Whoa, don't do that shit for anyone (anyone) But me, myself and I (me and I) Command by Rustage (Its about another character but to me its the best one) Life is war, there's villains in our houses Bloody floors, you cannot stain the outfit They can put their morals where their mouth is Who needs love when pain is so nostalgic? When we're up, the view is dark and clouded Taste of blood, the mood is so arousing Forging peace with what our evil salvaged

Crazy by Doechii Then I ball like Spalding Can't call my bluff when the shit is my callin' Won't duck, bitch I'm all in It's a brand new day, new pace, light joggin' Straight facts, no jargon It's a whole lot of big blue checks, no login Low stress, no stallin' See a whole lot of big Bugattis when I walk in

Playing with the Big Boys - Prince of Egypt (metal) You're playing with the big boys now You're playing with the big boys now Stop this foolish mission Watch a true magician Give an exhibition how Pick up your silly twig, boy You're playing with the big boys now!

((This was fun and a challenge as I don't listen to music that really makes me think of them. At least not perfectly))

Tagged by — @ashestxashes and @drippingheart super thanksto both of you!!!

Tagging — @ofrosegold @ofxcrimsonxedge (both Choso and Sukuna) @ofstygiaan @praeteritus-memories (Gojo and Ei) @astarablaze (Any of them) @elysian-noctuary (Inumaki or Adrian)

#dash games

[dark-twist-fairytales]

for word ask thingie “stone”? I asked my irl to give me a random word and that was it

So, I have no WIPS that use 'Stone' alone (I have Brookstone and Vengestone but not stone alone), so let's create a little drabble!

This can be read as bruiseshipping or best friends, up to you.

~~~

Never once did Jay understand Cole's affinity for mountain climbing, or adventuring into the woods at random moments of the night. It wasn't Jay's thing in the slightest, and yet..

Here he was, stones digging into his hands as he indulged in Cole's hobby. His heartrate felt too quick, sweat all but pouring down his temples and back as he panted heavily to get oxygen in his lungs.

Up ahead, Cole had one hand on the rocks, both feet firmly placed down as he leaned away to look around, seemingly stopping to give Jay time to catch up. It wasn't lost on the lightning elemental the face breaking smile across the earth elemental. Getting closer to Cole bit by bit, he felt a certain.. Relief wash over him.

Deciding to risk it, he copied Cole's movements, planting his feet down firmly and making sure the rock he held onto wasn't breaking under his weight. One hand removed, and.. Whoa

Glancing backwards, he could see everything from high up on the mountain: The city looked so small, villages he hadn't seen before easily spotted from this new height, rivers dancing around mountains and hills. Nevermind the uncomfortable digging of stones in his hand- This was beautiful!

Hearing a chuckle ahead, Jay looked upwards towards his fellow ninja, the grin impossibly bigger on his face by Jay's actions. "Come on: It only gets prettier from here!"

It was Jay's turn to chuckle, turning back to the rocky mountain. With a newfound energy spike, he began to climb again, catching up to Cole and starting an impromptu race.

Yeah, he still doesn't understand Cole's rock climbing hobby, but just like Cole doesn't understand his mechanical jargon: There's beauty in everything. From wood, to stone, to metal.

#ask answered #ask game #ninjago #lego ninjago #cole brookstone #jay walker #my writing! #rockstars posts

[hasufin]

It's probably nothing, until it isn't

My cat just had a lobotomy.

Okay, they prefer to call it a lobectomy. And not a cranial one - this was to the lungs. But I'll get to that.

So, last Friday, I noticed that my boy Shiro was making a kind of odd noise, that he seemed to be wheezing a little bit, and when I touched him he made a moaning noise. This was all very minor, it would have been easy to say "It's probably nothing", and I almost did that.

But, knowing that cats are very good at masking distress, I decided to take him to the emergency vet. There, they determined he had a pleural effusion - fluid in the cavity around the lungs. (As an aside, an awful lot of medical conditions are just "description of the symptom in bad Latin or medical jargon" which means once you understand that you end up going "Yes, I came in with knee pain, and you have diagnosed me with knee pain, but that doesn't tell me anything I didn't already know.")

Anyway, so they drained the lung cavity and concluded it was most likely congestive heart failure. They gave me some meds for that and told me to make an appointment with a veterinary cardiologist. Which I did, for this coming Monday (got really lucky). I took Shiro home, he seemed a little better for a while but just kinda sat around. He also didn't eat or drink, which was worrisome.

On Sunday, I decided to call the vet again. The place I went to on Friday (associated with our regular vet) said they were slammed with pets needing Oxygen and told me to take him to another emergency vet which was actually closer. They looked at him, concluded he had more fluid, which should not have built up so quickly, and proceeded to do more testing. They found it almost certainly wasn't CHF, nor cancer, which would have been the two most likely causes.

In fact, the problem turned out to be lung torsion. One of the lobes in his lungs got twisted - something which can happen spontaneously, but is quite rare. Further, the CT scan showed that the twisted lobe was pressing against another lobe (cats have 14 in total, 7 lobes per lung) and along with the fluid buildup was making it hard to breath.

Yesterday evening they performed surgery to remove the affected lobes. He has been recovering, but is still at the veterinary hospital. It seems he's still not eating, and I authorized a feeding tube. They're still projecting a recovery, but I remain quite worried about my boy.

There are two things I've taken from this.

One is financial. I don't want to go into numbers, but the amount was a LOT. If we did not have insurance specifically for this kind of thing, it would have been a very hard decision. As it was, the big issue was the vet wanted the payment up front, which is reasonable when you're talking a few hundred for a tooth extraction, but as I told them, the last time I moved that kind of money it was a direct wire transfer and it took a week to set up. It's worrisome that we've reached the point where "amount you need to keep your cat alive" is running up against "Whoa whoa whoa that's a lot of money to be flashing around, what are you a drug dealer?" My spouse spent over an hour on the phone with Bank of America trying to get them to authorize a check, which they would not do even though they acknowledged both that they were speaking to the account holder, and there was more than enough money in the account. Spouse is going to be changing banks, because what is the point of having money you can't use in an emergency? Trupanion really came through, though, pre-authorizing a large cost on a Sunday, and getting my upfront down to where I could easily put it on a credit card. Again we're not in any financial trouble for this, it's just it was a very considerable amount of money.

Second, the thing which haunts me is how very close I was to Doing Nothing. Because none of the signs were that obvious. Until the moment the emergency vet showed me the ultrasound, I was still feeling I was just wasting my time and theirs. And even over the weekend, it seemed Shiro was just off because of having been to the vet, and we'd go to the cardiologist on Monday to make a treatment plan, and it'd all be... well, not great, but predictable. I could very easily have woken up Monday to a dead cat and never known why.

I have to confront the reality, too, that I'm just not ready to lose Shiro. I know he's 14 years old, he will be dying in the next few years. He's been with me through four relationships, seven homes, and four jobs. I'm glad that This Time it's something we can treat. Eventually it won't be, and I'm going to have to face that.

[kiwiwisdeathday]

okay hi don't mind me just showing my friend @virvehrres-wonders some cool blogs

whoa funky:

@onenicebugperday (obviously bugs:)

@saturniidays (also bugs)

@samsketchbook (they've got some really funky stuff)

@pangur-and-grim (them. I have nothing more to say)

ALSO here's jades and ferrets blogs:) (yes I got them to join aswell.. kind of)

@ferrnetic

@jadeipede

And least but not last, really cool art/worldbuilding blogs:

@iguanodont

@sanctus-ingenium

funky wof blogs:

@frigid-lizards (main is @tundra-iguana,, think they're on hiatus right now)

@shortest-art-blog (they also super cool and obviously post art, main is @almighty-shortest)

@jackdaw-jargon

@jaxi-the-dragonborn

@hqtiny

@shiftywing (hi)

@nightwingsaregoths (they post alotta stuff about stonemover, very neat)

@aphoniaa and @aphoniaa-two (really complex but pretty style)

@ice-cream-sodaaaaa (they draw mudwings so cutely I can't)

@drippywing

also here's my sideblogs:

@nightwingshehe

@kiwoodless

(sorry for the pings hgararaff also there's WAY more cool blogs out there but I'll let you find those yourself)

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Title: Against Method: Reading Darwin, Marx, Nietzsche, Heidegger, and Foucault (Revised and Expanded)

Author: Jason Stanley

Rating: 3/5 stars

I don't mind "the most annoying kind of book," i.e. one that is about the thing it's about, and yet at the same time it is not an especially interesting book. I think this is Stanley's strength: he presents ideas that are important to him in an interesting and novel way, yet they're so important and so novel that I can't help but say they'd have more merit if he could be bothered to make them more interesting and novel.

The book is not very long but it is quite dense and, I think, quite annoying, and I don't recommend it. Stanley is well-read on his subjects, and he tries to avoid jargon and other annoyances, but some of his ideas are so novel, and his manner of presenting these ideas so dry, that I think they would be more effective if they were presented in less novel ways. Instead, they are presented in such a way as to evoke the sense of "huh, I wonder what I can learn from this guy? He has some new ideas about a thing I'm interested in, let me dig into that. Whoa, he actually understands the thing! This guy is super interesting." The book works as a sort of manual or playbook for Stanley's approach.

He does a few very good things. He is very good at presenting "this guy thinks you should know x," and in doing so he makes some very important points on some subjects (philosophy of language, Nietzsche, postmodernism). Stanley is good at presenting the "what if X?" question in a particularly annoying way: he gives an argument so silly-sounding it seems like his book is doing the opposite of what it is actually doing. I have read similar, though less successful, books: David Foster Wallace's essay collection The Most Powerful Tool in the Kitchens is the Worst Aid in Our Endeavor, Richard Rorty's Philosophy and the Mirror of Nature (which is good to read alongside it), Wittgenstein's Tractatus Commentary. Some of these books are bad, but the one by Rorty and the one by Wittgenstein are bad in very interesting ways that I think are worth seeing, even if I don't find them particularly useful. Rorty's is the worst, to me, but still kind of fun, in a bad way.

Unfortunately Stanley is not as fun. His book is boring and, as a result, very tedious. But his book is worth reading because it does teach you some things: it teaches you Stanley's (and his) way of thinking, and the problems that this approach has. This is what I call "good reading" -- a book is worth reading precisely because its author can be annoying while conveying important ideas. If Stanley's style does not appeal to you, this book is probably not for you. But if you find Stanley's style distracting, then this book may be for you. (And you can even use it to practice your own style, although I personally find this hard.)

It took me a long time to figure out what I liked about this book. I didn't really "like" the book until I had this realization: that in reading this book I was developing the habit of interpreting texts like this:

I think "how should I think about this book?" is a lot like "how should I think about philosophy?": it is (at least for me) more natural, and more immediately interesting, to think in terms of philosophy than in any sort of formal logical system. It's a very basic cognitive tendency, but it still seems to me like a good one. The way Stanley writes about books, like the one I quoted above, is "philosophy-like" to me in this way: Stanley treats books (or other texts) as if there are multiple things they are saying, and the way they are saying those things is important. He treats them this way even when there aren't multiple, seemingly conflicting theses in the book. For example, he says the book Against Method does not contain multiple "views." There is one "view" and it is not necessarily inconsistent or contradictory: Stanley is doing philosophy, just not the kind of formal logical philosophy that philosophers do.

Stanley has a set of very formal logical views, but in his books he also seems to do a sort of informal version of what I do with philosophy -- a version of the old practice of reading a book to discover whether I am being "philosophical" or just "talking about what I care about." The book I quoted is very frustrating to me because, even though the views in it are not formal logical ones, the views seem to be a sort of "formal logicalism" mixed with another mode of thinking that I find very natural and satisfying: thinking about books to discover whether I am "philosophical" or just talking about what I care about. But this is a different way of doing philosophy that I find much more interesting than the ways that philosophers do philosophy.

Stanley's style frustrates me to a degree higher than just "annoyance," but lower. When he talks he talks in a particular sort of style, and that style seems to be kind of phobic to me, in a way I rarely encounter. Against Method contains a very bad instance of that style, so bad that I could probably get the gist of what is wrong with the book just by looking at its cover. Tractatus Commentary is in a kind of different, much better style of Stanley's own, but Against Method has a much worse phobic style and therefore a very bad cover. It is a very "bad" book to me, but it is important because Stanley makes a

#computer generated image #guidance scale 1

[pesterloglog]

Vrissy Maryam-Lalonde, John Egbert, Rose Lalonde

Candy, page 33

VRISKA: Whoa! Hey, Old Man.

JOHN: hey vriska, hey rose. nice to see you both!

ROSE: John, I—

JOHN: haha. geez! hi vriska!

VRISKA: Hi John!

JOHN: this is great. just great. hey, why don’t we just go over here to talk, for like. no reason at all? ha ha.

ROSE: O... kay? If that’s what you want.

JOHN: oh yeah, it’s the thing i want most. the view on the other side of this ship is just... AMAZING. trust me.

ROSE: Was that...

ROSE: Nevermind.

ROSE: Vriska, why don’t you go and help your mother with the deployments?

VRISKA: UGH. I can’t 8elieve I have to Actually Listen to you now that we’re At War.

ROSE: Run along now, dear.

JOHN: so... i guess this war is really happening?

ROSE: Yes.

ROSE: I understand that you don’t want to be involved, and I respect your decision. However, I wanted to speak with you before we left.

JOHN: oh, thanks. i actually appreciate that a lot.

JOHN: i think i would have been pretty bummed if you went off to your potential doom without saying goodbye.

JOHN: now that i think about it, that’s how this all started, isn’t it?

JOHN: you were so sick that it looked like you were dying, and i was about to leave on a perilous mission.

JOHN: but now, here we are.

JOHN: it’s almost like...

JOHN: the circle of stupidity is complete?

ROSE: Don’t be ridiculous John. Nothing is complete.

ROSE: There is no true ending or beginning in this scenario.

JOHN: ha ha. yeah, right. because this is real life, right?

JOHN: i guess reading narrative relevance into a bunch of dumb and totally random events is kind of lame and childish.

ROSE: No, that isn’t what I meant at all.

ROSE: By all means, apply a narrative to our lives. Up until a certain point, it would have been perfectly accurate to do so.

ROSE: But not anymore.

JOHN: because... it’s not canon, right?

ROSE: Do you remember what I told you years ago? About the three pillars of canon?

JOHN: um.

ROSE: “No” is a perfectly valid answer to that question, John.

JOHN: i just didn’t want to make it look like i don’t pay attention to your wordy philosophical babble!

ROSE: I philosophically babble rather a lot, or at least I used to.

ROSE: It would be unfair of me to expect you to retain nearly three decades of oblique technical jargon regarding the metaphysics of the reality in which we inhabit.

JOHN: wow, we’ve known each other a long time.

ROSE: Yes, we have.

ROSE: Well.

ROSE: It would be more accurate to say that we both have and haven’t known each other a long time.

ROSE: As I explained to you on that morning sixteen years ago, there are three critical features of canon: essentiality, relevance, and truth.

JOHN: yeah.

ROSE: We have been untethered from the mooring of “truth” for some time now.

ROSE: So while we, in our subjective experiences of conscious perception, feel in this moment that we have known each other for a very long time, technically it’s not true at all.

JOHN: oh my god, rose. it’s too early in the day for this.

ROSE: I agree.

ROSE: And besides, that’s not what I wished to speak to you about.

ROSE: John.

ROSE: Look at me.

ROSE: I want to thank you.

JOHN: for... for what?

JOHN: didn’t i fuck everything up by not going to fight lord english?

JOHN: it’s my fault we’re all living in this meaningless hell world where everyone’s vaguely out of their minds, and we’re all about to go to war over... freeing prisoners from the whipping cream camps!

ROSE: Oh, whatever.

ROSE: The war is just as irrelevant as everything else that’s happened here in the last decade and a half.

ROSE: At least with a conflict, we have something to DO.

ROSE: Something to strive for and against. Something to believe in.

ROSE: I’m thankful for that. But more than anything, John, I’m thankful that I got a chance to be happy.

ROSE: I never...

ROSE: I never thought I would actually get to be happy.

JOHN: rose... you weren’t happy before?

JOHN: when you married kanaya? before you got sick? when we were all together?

ROSE: In Complacency of th—

ROSE: In the silly wizard story I wrote when I was a child,

ROSE: The realm most comparable to heaven existed in a state of subliminal conditionality, dependent on the inscience of the individual experiencing it.

ROSE: Which is to say that it would cease to exist the moment you realized what it was.

ROSE: And so, those with knowledge could never truly be happy.

ROSE: But that isn’t me anymore.

ROSE: I am blind against the veil of this world.

ROSE: It’s all ambrosia to me.

ROSE: I don’t care if it’s not true. I care even less if it’s not canon.

ROSE: I have a beautiful wife who I love more than I thought possible, and a daughter who I am immeasurably proud of.

ROSE: It can all be senseless, ephemeral noise that dissolves in the void. A whisper swept up by the wind before it’s uttered.

ROSE: I’m still grateful to have felt this way.

ROSE: So, John...

ROSE: Thank you.

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #vrissy maryam lalonde #john egbert #rose lalonde #candy epilogue #page 33

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Reacting to Animated Marvel Shows 6/?

Again, no context for this show. Spoilers for Superhero Squad 1x20 (though on IMDb it's 1x07 so it might be mixed up on Disney+).

I'm afraid of what cliched writing I'm about to get myself into.

Hey, hey, Marvel? Would it kill ya to give us an animated Loki that isn't, or at least doesn't stay, the villain? Just once?

Here comes my boi!

That is a disturbing uhh post-modern industrial take on Cthulu?

THE FUCK IS M.O.D.O.K'S VOICE???

THAT'S STITCH!!!

Oh shit Loki's a little one in this

I mean, they're all kinda chibi-ish, but my boi is YOUNG

FUCK OFF, creature from the black lagoon, only Loki gets to make that stupid pun

I take issue with "wicked" and I take issue with "half-brother". It's "anti-heroic adopted sibling," M.O.D.O.K.

Oh my god, we're going Batman rogues gallery levels of nonstop shitty name-related puns, huh?

Also god I hate the voice this actor is doing for him but it is pretty camp, so I guess it's accurate in that respect.

Whoa Loki flirting with Doom is a very bold choice [please I want to see this in the MCU please]

Characterization? On point. Fight skills? Horrendous. No magic, whatsoever. Voice? Makes me want to chew glass. Like Kronk coming off of helium while starting a sugar rush. Laughter? I'm gonna hit him as hard as I can and I will not resent the consequences, it's so fucking grating. Who is this voice actor and why did they think it was good casting?? At least he has green eyes this time.

Why does he have one of those handheld devices from Cyberchase???

Why is Falcon fighting over a ball with a kid? Sam, it's a game and Reptil is like 15.

Hulk spit it out oh my god

Ironman's like "All right time to stage an unprompted invasion. You know, like how heroes famously always do?" Tony, please stop violating the Geneva Convention

And then Hulk recreated the story of John Henry

Hey guys, where's Loki? He's kinda the whole reason that I'm here. Not that Tony starting a war isn't fascinating and very original...

Tony is warmongering and horny

Tony, you literally watched Thor jump onto her horse and hug her immediately. I'm gonna guess she's not single.

Falcon I am begging you to grow up

Heimdall stop with the Lord of the Rings references

Heimdall is also a voice I recognize. Hang on. Well I was on IMDb for like 10 minutes because the man was in a lot of video games (which is not helpful because I only play Animal Crossing), but the only thing I recognized was that he played Santa/Jolnir in Frost Fight.

Wolverine's voice is so funny!

Fandral! Volstagg!

It has taken me an embarrassingly long time (15 min in) to realize that while Travis Willingham does not voice Thor in this show (I looked that up immediately), he does voice Hulk.

Noooo Volstagg!

Thor: This is your fault. Dad asked me to stop you.

Loki: Yeah, he always loved you best.

Loki, I'm with you, usually, but that's not the point right now. You're leading a fucking coup, you don't exactly get to play the "Daddy's choosing sides" card here.

He's got a point, Thor. It is coming off the "Thor is a baby" schoolyard taunts, but he's not wrong about the inaccurate Elizabethan English.

"Take it back!" Take what back, Thor? That you talk like a middle schooler playing dnd for the first time? He's making an observation, and frankly, the shit I've said about your jargon is ruder than what he did.

Most accurate representation of sibling squabbles, but y'all aren't twelve

I'm SQUAWKING! Never have I been so excited over a typo before.

Doom watching TV Guide is the best joke in this episode

Ruh Roh

#loki #marvel tv shows #superhero squad #superhero squad spoilers #superhero squad 1x20 #animated avengers

[outofthiisworld]

@grandgrief said: "Article 003. By joining INTERPLAN, each individual tacitly consents to give up his inalienable rights to life, liberty and adequate toilet facilities." [[ @ Doc. Or Ophelia. Who wants to deal with this

[🧪💜]— “WHOA, whoa! I’m sorry, hold on— ‘adequate toilet facilities?!’”

Truthfully, Doc was lost far off in a daze at all this legal, jargon-infested hullabaloo that it was a surprise that part of the terms & agreement managed to grab his attention in the first place (and if he was starting to daze off, there was no doubt Ophelia’s attention was elsewhere. She was much more inclined to doodle little stars on the margins of the previous pages they had already ignored gone through).

“Listen— I can excuse my rights to life and liberty for the sake of intergalactic research but: adequate toilet facilities?! What does that even mean— is our business done in a bucket? Do we even get buckets at the very least?!”

Flabbergasted concern had begun to etch into Doc’s raised eyebrows as he waved the sheet wildly in the air. Ophelia, still unbothered at the moment, had started to doodle a lil’ Nero getting sprayed in the face by a broken toilet. How topical.

#🧪... ic #💜… ic #grandgrief #//neither of them want to deal with this so they both get to deal with this <3

[shufflerock-jam]

I’m on season 3 of house md now and I have the most annoying problem with it lmao I’m tired of the medical stuff. I just wanna watch House go thru his lil drama and legal stuff and problems with his friends, I really don’t care about like a firefighter or whoever that’s sick with the latest medical thing I don’t understand. This show is so formulaic but also I can’t stop watching now because I’m way too invested in what House is gonna do next. The hold this silly addict doctor has on me is insane. But I’m also gonna go insane forcing myself to watch 40 mins of a doctor show for like 10 good minutes of House. Why are the episodes so longgg. And so predictable like. You KNOW the first three things they try won’t work, so there’s no point in getting invested. I can almost skip to the last 5 mins of the show because that’s where the actually interesting stuff happens. Stg I could write an episode of house md myself if I knew enough medical jargon. Here watch I’ll draft an episode myself:

We begin the episode and there’s a person doing Something. The visual effects are layered with either a hazy or disoriented film to indicate their vision is wonky. The person either coughs or grabs their chest. Either way they Pass Out, and we fade to black.

Next scene opens, and it’s probably House. He’s playing with one of his toys or just standing their looking like the incredible dilf he is. He’s so swag and cool and he’s gonna string Cuddy along for a bit until he finally agrees to take the case she’s offering him (shocker! Wow show, you really had me going there, I totally thought he WOULDNT take the case this episode!)

The case is the person we saw in the opening. Then we go to Houses office. House talks with Cameron Chase and Foreman about what causes the patients symptoms. House writes on a whiteboard. He will say something uncomfortably racist to Foreman (uncertain if such a thing was funny in 2005). He will shoot down Cameron and Chase’s ideas as well, but in a way that triggers Chase’s daddy issues and just makes Cameron swoon over him more. He may remark on Cameron’s body. He’ll explain what the problem with the patient is using a long-winded metaphor, treating his staff like crap but also giving the audience more understanding of what’s going on. This is not a bad thing. I’m starstruck by his baby-blue eyes and stubble and I want him to keep talking. This is house at his best, full of arrogance. Love to see it. Spirits are high, and the staff goes off to run tests and deliver treatment.

Then, to EVERYONES surprise, the tests/first treatments don’t work!! Oh no!! And now the patient is just getting WORSE and there’s something wrong with their LIVER and they’re gonna DIE. Cameron Chase and Foreman stress out, and argue over some sort of ethical debate. Foreman and one of the other two go break into a house.

Meanwhile House is living his best life by being an ass at the Clinic. If we’re lucky, he’s dealing with a horny grandma or being oddly sweet to some kid, and the visit is interesting. If we’re unlucky, it’s some middle-aged man that has the sniffles or something humorously wrong with his penis.

Now it is time for the Revelation. Through either talking with his boyfriend/hetrosexual life partner Wilson (who is the bestest boy every I love him and his pathetic lil face so much) or through reflecting on a Clinic visit, he will Connect a Clue and realize the solution to the case!! Whoa! Everything’s connected!

Then boom treatment and everything is great the end :33 patient didn’t die, even though the show REALLY wanted you to think they would.

If you’re lucky, the episode also had House go through an emotional thing or a fight or something that shows more depth to his character. That part is great, and less predictable then the rest.

Look I love this show but oh my god it’s mind-numbing sometimes. Literally just need a few episodes where we don’t have the ‘strange unsolved case’ A plot getting in the way of the stuff I care about. Anyways yeah lmao I’m done now

#house md #ramble

[makemoneyonline72hrchallenge]

Whoa…whoa…whoa…Let's go over this again…

Hey,

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You weren’t dreaming.

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And it’s even easier when you have a dedicated and trustworthy mentor on your side!

“But, if it were that easy, then surely everyone would be a pro at this?”

You’d think so, right?

The problem is that the big guys at the top are doing Everything they can to scare people off and keep hold of their ‘turf…’

But here’s a newsflash for you.

Nobody owns the internet.

And unlike the real world, there are no street corners, neighbourhoods, or parking lots for people to take ‘ownership’ of…

If you want a slice of the pie, there’s more than enough to go around.

And darn, it sure is some good pie.

“But, I’m a total beginner.

What hope do I have of making 6 figures a month?”

Easy now.

Tone it down a little!

You don’t go running a long distance marathon before you’ve even run once around the block!

That’s why my business coach, Jonathan Montoya, teaches you step by step in his coaching program

and even tailors a 72-Hour step-by-step action plan for you!

No matter who you are, where you come from, what you do for a living, or what your bank balance currently looks like:

You have what it takes to make 5K / month as a freelance digital marketer.

And if you can make 5K / month, then what’s 10K / month?

And if you keep progressing with that mindset, you’ll be making 6-figures / month in no time.

“But, don’t I need to have some kind of experience in sales?”

No, you don’t need any specialised skills.

Let me be crystal clear:

You don’t have to know anything about lead generation, funnel building, technical jargon, conversions, websites, advertising, or literally Anything like that.

If you can listen and you can copy, you already have everything you need.

And if you’re here reading this email, then I also know that you have the patience to take this business model and run with it, as this email got Looonggggg. ;)

But it was worth it to remind you of something very important.

You’re not that special……

…..That special that you can’t succeed.

See what I did there?

I flipped your mindset from a doubting sceptic mindset to someone willing to believe in themself. 

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#howtomakemoneyonline #earnmoneyonline #workfromhome

[jamesmedermusic]

Happy #MicMonday!! This MicMonday brought to you by the AKG c414b-uls large diaphragm condenser mic; seen here in front of songwriter Cal Sturges. These photos are from our sessions in May 2022 with my remote recording rig in San Jose, CA. I was reminded of these photos last week when a musician reached out asking what mic I’d recommend for recording solo cello, in the $1000 range. I was quick to suggest a used AKG c414 xls✌🏼 ***Nerd jargon ahead! Proceed at your own risk... ask questions in the comments! Now I've previously recommended and posted similar mics available in this price range or lower; like the Neumann TLM102, Audio Technica AE3000 and United UT Fet 47 (all which are great!), but the 414 is different in that it has more tonal options. The c414b-uls version offers 4 polar patterns, 2 selectable high pass filter points (75 and 150 Hz) and -10 or -20db attenuation pads. The newer xls version has 9 polar patterns, 3 filter options and 3 pads... whoa! According to the AKG's website, "the c414xls maintains the sonic character of the legendary c414b-uls." Because of this, I'm referring to these mics as being the same, although they do differ electronically as mentioned above. ***Purists will note that the uls has a transformer balanced output, while the xls in transformerless. This c414b-uls has a 1" edge-terminated gold sputtered capsule that flatters acoustic instruments. It's part of AKG's 'linear/neutral' microphone line referenced as ULS/XLS. I love using this mic on acoustic guitar, orchestras, certain vocalists, and drum overheads. It become the go-to drum overhead pick for many engineers during the 1990s - in part thanks to producer Butch Vig using them with Nirvana on Nevermind and with The Smashing Pumpkins on Gish. *This is half of the write up cuz the rest won’t fit here! Much more about the AKG c414b-uls (the older sibling of the xls) and why there are 2 of them in these photos… but I’m gonna save those juicy details for my blog and Patreon pages - find out more at www.PiqueRecording.com/blog or Patreon.com/James Meder Drop a comment below 👇🏼 https://www.instagram.com/p/Ciai1AZppUg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#micmonday

[memetaped]

most popular girls in school taken from the tv show.

i said where, not when, you idiot.

what, did you suddenly adopt the vocabulary of bob the builder?

i’m sorry, doc, but i don’t live in a goddamn mentos commercial.

do you guys ever talk about anything other than, like, revenge?

we should probably go eat an entire meal and reorganize.

i’m coping. i’m celebrating. i’m copebrating. i’m celebroting.

oh my g.

we’re kind of in the middle of something right now, so if you could, you know, not.

god, i want to fucking murder you.

oh, you are a calm breeze in my fuckstorm of a life that i’m living.

are you gonna try to nickname yourself again?

note to self: corn dogs and mountain dew do not mix.

you look like a tampon that was dipped in skittles and vomit.

psst. psst. psst.

i want to poop here. whenever i want for as long as i want.

welcome to the new reality.

stop trying to force your full house references on us.

byeeeee.

but the “me” i want to be likes to curse.

i don’t really think that this is the kind of thing that anybody should be laughing at.

you were supposed to be watching the door.

someone threw a rock at me today.

why do you say “how do you say” before words you clearly know how to say?

om, nom, nom, nom. i’m hungry for lunch.

TMI but thanks.

whoa, i think i’m going to pass out.

well, well, well, sounds like there’s discord on cheer mountain.

i’m recording it on the DVR so that i can fast forward through commercials.

i didn’t believe that for a goddamn second.

you have the worst timing ever. we’re kind of dealing with a situation here.

jesus christ, is that a fucking gremlin?

i’m not saying anything. i’m just saying.

the answer to a question i never asked.

now where the hell is my nonfat skinny caramel hazelnut jamocha cappuccino?

the ghost of christmas past wouldn’t sell me anything.

it means whatever the fuck you want it to mean.

by a nap, do you mean ambien and a box of wine?

you cursed me out in the bathroom earlier today.

i think i know how to mix ex-lax into a fucking drink, okay?

well, i don’t want to be rude, but that story was very long and much more involved than i originally thought it would be, and i’ve had to poop through most of it.

just give me one second. annnd it’s on twitter.

i’m sorry, but why the fuck is everybody yelling over here?

no, write-in, like with a pen.

don’t erase my DVR.

so much technical jargon, jesus louisus!

that’s a nightmare. a nightmare i call my life.

and it can’t be me because i’m halfway through shark week.

what the fuck is wrong with you?! throwing hacky-sacks all around willy-nilly like this was the goddamned x-games.

don’t worry. i’ve got this.

oh, jesus christ, you’re a fucking trainwreck.

my ears will never be clean.

i’m trying to keep my stress levels down. i’ll explain later, but just know that i agree with pretty much everything you said.

i guess the only part of your plan that didn’t work was the whole goddamn thing!

don’t ever fucking cut me off again, do you understand me?

but if you put too much, then it won’t mix with the liquid and it’ll just sit on top like semen on root beer.

and that’s why i always say, “trust a decepticon and you’ll get burned”.

you think you can maintain consciousness for the next five minutes?

“not the best idea”? it’s a fucking ridiculous piece of shit of an idea!

i know you got your own issues, but we’ve literally spent the last three weeks talking exclusively about that.

hit the bricks, bitch.

we’ll make you an admin on our facebook page, include you on the google docs and start cc’ing you on all emails.

oh my god, i feel like it’s staring right at me. it’s like the eye of sauron.

never mind. posted, tagged, your life is ruined.

i wanted to play angry birds, not read wuthering fucking heights.

oh my, somebody’s gonna be walking very funny tomorrow morning.

is chiffon a material or a person? or both?

i’m in the matrix.

oh, well that sounds like a perfectly rational decision.

son of a – son of a gun, son of a freaking gun.

i’m glad this is gonna be a fair fight. like rocky and apollo creed.

i think you meant to say fudging poop-show.

do you think anyone will notice i’m bald?

you’re right. because a fly is an innocent creature that never knowingly did anything to anybody. you, however, i would maim.

how about i come back there and kick your ass?

if i didn’t have splash mountain coming out of my ass, i swear i’d rip your fucking head off.

you look up “bitch” in the dictionary and you’re gonna see my fucking face!

i just threw up in my mouth. please stop talking to me, and walk away.

you want me to say no, right?

because i’ve seen every single robocop, and i know how to take you out.

the only true happiness comes in death.

but in exchange for that, you have to watch a whole episode of glee with me.

it was barely a joke. it was just an insult with no laugh line.

i’m here to tell you two things. you’re famous and you’re welcome.

wait, why did you just answer a question that you just asked?

i ate the last bag of gushers while you were taking your afternoon bath, you dirt ball.

ew, it has a bloodstain on it.

that just made me think of something to put on my vision board! i’ll be right back.

this is pizza street, not a toddler’s kitchen.

i’m sorry, but someone like you wouldn’t really understand what i’m going through right now.

what the fuck is the wi-fi password?

i had to leave. i had to reinvent myself.

you have my full and complete attention.

wait, so is hipster a technical term for people who get dressed in the dark?

less talk, talk. more make, make.

what the fuck do i have to be stressed about? 

#tv tag. #rp meme #rp sentence meme #askbox meme

[impulsivefanwriter]

Shattered Dreams & Broken Phones (Smith Garmadon)

So you guys remember the ‘Smith Garmadon AU’ from SPBNR? Where Smith wakes up on M!Garmadon’s volcano with amnesia and proceeds to get adopted by the Dark Lord & his generals? And he has a phone with a ton of videos & pictures of his original family that he can’t remember? So there were some ideas thrown around in the Discord server, and (credit to Mink, who’s amazing comic directly inspired this) yeah, now we got this. Enjoy :3 credit to @kittydemon9000 for the original SPBNR

———

The plan, as plans often were, was crude yet simple. Smith Garmadon, adoptive(?) son of Lord Garmadon, had a phone. A phone full of recordings. 

The problem was, nobody knew what those recordings were. And the danger was that those were recordings and photos for Garmadon, including clues onto the ninja's identities.

And for the safety of the group, Nya and Zane couldn't let those get back to the Dark Lord or his generals. So they devised a plan.

It took a lot of convincing to get Jay to 'accidentally' bump into Smith, hoping that they could retrieve the phone under the guise of repairing or returning it, deleting the videos with evidence, and subtly returning it. And the plan didn't even work the first time; nothing broke, and Smith was quick to retrieve it.

When Zane and Nya went for attempt number two, Jay wasn't having it. "Why do I have to do it?" He asked, fingers fraying the ends of his scarf. "Why do we even have to do it all? Maybe he's friendly, we don't know. He's got this look when he stares at the phone, I don't think we should mess with it, you know? And what if he gets mad, or we actually do some damage, or-"

"That's why you gotta do it," Nya assured before he could spiral. "You're one of the closest to him. My brother would spill the beans or refuse, and Lloyd couldn't lie his way out of a paper bag."

Jay squared his shoulders back for once. "No. No, this is a terrible plan. I won't do it. Smith's our friend, and whatever he has on information isn't worth it-"

"And what if he has our identities on tape?" Nya countered, throwing her arms in the arm. "What then? We have to get rid of that evidence, or else we could all be in some serious danger!"

Despite the look of panic on Jay's face at her words, he merely ducked his head into his scarf. His rambled excuses grew muffled.

Zane, who'd been keeping an eye on the hallway, suddenly snapped his head to the side. Smith turned the corner, phone clutched in one hand as he watched something with a small smile. It was now or never; the last period of the day, and if Smith left the school, the data would be in Garmadon's hands. 

That. Couldn't. Happen.

Seeing their plan about to fail, Zane made a split-second decision and a mental apology. 

He tripped Jay.

The blue ninja pinwheeled his arms, surprise and hurt flashing across his face like lightning. He slammed into Smith, who barely caught him with nearly inhuman reflexes before they could both tumble to the floor. The phone tumbled from his hands and-

Landed on his shoe, bounced off, and skidded down the hallway, completely fine. No, no, that wouldn't be enough-

Lloyd, Cole, and Kai rounded the corner just as Smith said, "Whoa, Jay, careful! You okay?"

Jay stuttered out an unintelligible response, a thousand words tumbling over themselves and meshing into one jargoned mess. 

"Hey, no worries, no harm no foul, right? Here-" Smith helped Jay back to his feet, and slowly started to turn. "My phone's okay, it just landed on my foot, I'll grab-"

His head turned in time to see Nya stomp on the technical device hard, shattering the screen and spilling the wires and broken chips across the floor. Shattering like Smith's heart in a single moment, broken memories dropping to the ground and splintering into unrepairable pieces.

His phone. His phone. All the memories of his... his family... 

Gone. 

And it wasn't an accident.

Behind him, through the crackling and roaring in his ears, he heard a quiet, hissed "What?" from Kai, heard the sharp intake of air from Jay who looked like he couldn't breath, heard a faltered misstep from Lloyd, heard Cole's footstep's freeze, heard no movements from Zane, and heard the crunch of the final few tech pieces of his phone under Nya's shoe.

Smith took two steps toward Nya and dropped to the ground at her feet, hand shaking as he reached toward the broken device as if his hand would be crushed next if he wasn't careful. Tears, too hot for normal water, filled his vision and broke over his cheeks, turning to steam as it hit the bottom of his jaw. He slowly tilted his head up to look at Nya, who looked-

Unapologetic. 

"...why."

Nya didn't say anything. Her gaze darted over to catch Zane's eye. With heightened senses, Smith was aware of Cole barely holding Kai back from storming over, of Lloyd standing there slack, of Zane's blank, oh so terribly blank expression, and of Jay, who was much too quiet other than a few choked attempts at breath.

At that moment, Smith's full attention went from grief and disbelief to fiery anger, a cold, burning anger not too unlike the sounds of Kai struggling to butt in behind him. 

He stood, hands clutched in tight, shaking fists at his side. Nya finally looked at him, eyes wide, as he held his shattered phone, his shattered memories, in one hand. "Let's be clear," he bit out, snapping as harshly as a wildfire consuming a smouldering tree. "I did absolutely NOTHING WRONG. And you-"

The words grew thick with emotion, and Smith exploded. Nya jerked back, not from his yelling, but from the way his eyes glowed with fire. 

"YOU DESTROYED THE ONE THING I HAVE LEFT OF MY FAMILY! OF THE LIFE I HAD BEFORE I WOKE UP ON THAT VOLCANO WITH NOTHING! NOTHING! I HAD A FAMILY, PEOPLE WHO LOVE ME, AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THEY ARE OR WHERE THEY ARE. EVERYTHING I KNEW ABOUT THEM WAS ON THAT PHONE, SCRAPS OF VIDEOS AND PHOTOS THAT I THOUGHT WOULD SPARK MY MEMORY. BUT IT HASN'T YET, AND THANKS TO YOU, IT NEVER WILL! THOSE VIDEOS ARE GONE. EVERY SCRAP OF MEMORY OF MY FAMILY IS GONE.”

His voice died, and he laughed once, lacking humour or emotion. "Gone. It's gone. I don't know where home is, and I never will."

Behind him, Jay bolted, a blur of blue so fast no one could catch him as he rounded the corner in a blink and vanished. Kai broke from Cole's hold, and Smith didn't even have the energy to turn to face the attack he'd face for yelling at one of the Smith siblings-

Kai stormed past him and shoved Nya. "What the F!CK did you do?"

Nya opened her mouth, then closed it without a sound. Her expression reeled at Smith's words.

It was Zane who spoke for her. "We- we just-"

Kai whirled on him, entire posture ablaze with his anger. "Just what? What excuse could you possibly have?"

"We just wanted to protect-" Zane's voice cracked for a moment on the word protect. "We were trying to protect ourselves from Garmadon."

Kai's hand was suddenly on Smith's shoulder, surprisingly gentle despite the amount of fury hissing in his throat. "Well, congratulations. Come’on, Smith, let's get out of here."

"I know a shop where we can try to repair the phone," Lloyd jumped in suddenly. "I've broken a ton of phones and they're great at fixing them."

Cole looked indecisive on which side to join, eyes flicking from Nya and Zane to Kai and Lloyd. He stepped back, avoiding both sides, and awkwardly gestured to one of the hallways. "I'm gonna... try to find Jay."

He slunk out of the hallway. Kai shot him, Nya, and Zane a scathing look before guiding Smith, who'd gone cold and nearly slack as the full extent of his own words hit him, down the other hallway, Lloyd joining on Smith's other side.

Zane walked to Nya's side. Both didn't look happy with their actions, but what was done was done.

Their identities were safe, if they ever even were in danger. 

But at what cost?

#spbnr #spbnr aus #smith garmadon #smith garmadon au #ninjago #lego ninjago #kai #same People but not really #Lego Ninjago movie #the lego ninjago movie #kai ninjago #Imp’s Writing

[b4nelord]

what the hell is that, you think. this is a fucked up new tumblr feature. you opened your post notes and a warning screen popped up telling you “Whoa, hold up!” you can’t view the post replies until you agree to one of the user’s eula

you look at it. it just looks like similar legal jargon to every other eula. there’s even shit about piracy in there. okay? whatever. you hit accept. this user must be serious about their stuff if they got it put in place

you open the post notes again

“you’re a bitch”

well that was stupid and a waste of your time

>report

“You have broken the terms of the end user license agreement for this user. The police have been called to your gps location.”

[meltwonu]

46. “Were you just masturbating?”

         “U-uh..no, i was just..”

         “Want some help?”

72. “You don’t need to cover up the bruises/hickeys.”

notes; fingering, marking, some science jargon, ive always been an arts student so😗, also idk if yall can tell but i love writing playful fucking/sex for jun bc i think he’s just??? So playful and cute??? Which i LOVE kdjfhsdk 😭😭,  this is only slightly long but for space sake the rest is under the cut! Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

Jun as your tutor is a toss up.

Some days he actually helps you understand the material.

And most days he decides eating you out for 45 minutes is enough ‘learning material’.

Last time, he made you cockwarm him while he ‘helped’ you study for your molecular biology exam; the same exam which you had failed miserably.

This time, however, you decide to beat Jun to it; fingers traveling down your own torso and straight into your panties. You figure if you got off before he showed up, then there’s no way he’d be distracted during your tutoring session if you weren’t in the mood to fool around either.

A stuttered moan spills from your lips, eyes fluttering shut when your fingertips graze against your already wet folds. Your legs part even farther as your imagination wanders; thoughts of Jun’s hands on your skin and his saccharine moans next to your ear as he fucks you.

“Hey! Whoa---shit!”

In the blink of an eye, your legs snap shut and you pull your fingers out of your panties, sitting up in bed with a blush on your face as you stare back at Jun. “What the fuck, Jun!? How did--How did you even get into my apartment!?” He immediately ignores your question, stepping into your room and locking the door behind him.

“Were you just masturbating?”

“U-uh… No, I was just…”

“Want some help?” He doesn’t wait for a reply, instead grabbing a book from his things before he settles on the bed in front of you. “Spread your legs.”

“What? W-wait, you’re supposed to help me study! I failed my exam because of you, y’know!” You pout at Jun, arms crossed as he rolls his eyes.

“Exactly, which is why I showed up early. So I could help you actually study. I didn’t think you were gonna be in here getting off in the meantime.” He pauses, flipping the book open before tossing it to your side. “Your roommate let me in by the way, and I heard your professor is letting you retake the exam.”

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek. “I basically cried in front of her. She felt bad so she said I could retake it on Friday. But I really need to study, Jun…”

He nods in reply, eyes glancing towards the textbook. “And we will! But since I’m here early…” Jun places his hands on your knees, prying your legs apart. You can feel the arousal pooling in your body when your eyes meet his; legs spreading to accommodate him between them. “Let’s see how much info you actually retained from last time.”

You can only stare at the ceiling, mind completely blank when Jun finally sinks his fingers into your pussy after torturous minutes of teasing. “O-oh fuh--fuck--”

“I asked you a question.” He comments in mock annoyance, fingers unmoving as you clench around his digits. “W--what was the question again?” You ask breathily, leaning up on your elbows as Jun stares down at you.

“What are the purine bases in DNA?” You can only let out a choked sob, squirming when Jun doesn’t make an effort to move. “I--fuck, I don’t remember… Um, c-cytosine a-and thymine?”

“Nope, those are pyrimidines. C’mon, this is an easy question.” Jun leans down, lips pressed against the column of your neck. He leaves soft kisses, lips ghosting against the shell of your ear. “Don’t you wanna cum?” He whispers; his sweet voice sending thrums of arousal down your spine.

“A-ah, u--um, adenine and--and g-guanine?”

Jun smiles against your skin before he sucks a lovebite onto it, fingers inside your pussy finally moving as he starts thrusting them into you. “Mmh, J-Jun…” Whining, you tangle your fingers in his shirt, eyes fluttering shut at the combination of his lips and fingers making you feel good.

He leaves a few more lovebites on the column of your neck before he start to pull away. “No, no, no, don’t s-stop, please!” You beg; your grip on his shirt only tightening. He licks his lips, eyeing the blossoming marks on your neck. “Answer one more question and then I’ll let you cum. But then we’re really studying afterwards, okay? Can’t have you failing again.” You nod frantically, a sigh of relief on your lips when Jun doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers. He scissors them inside of you; curling them to graze against your g-spot.

“Hm… Give me… the three stages of DNA isolation. But in order.”

fuck.

Jun slows his pace when you take too long to answer, a small ‘tsk’ falling from his lips. “Guess you don’t wanna cum?” You can only whine; squirming when you feel him slowly easing his fingers out of you.

“No--no I wanna c-cum! Please…” He pauses his movements, waiting on you to answer.

“It’s---It’s… l-lysis, precipitation, and, ah, and p-purification? Right?”

“See, I knew you remembered some stuff.” 

Jun slides his fingers in knuckle deep, smirking as he places his thumb on your clit. He doesn’t say another word as he leans in again, lips at the junction of your neck before he sucks on the skin; soft nibbles making you jolt.

You try to keep quiet knowing the two of you aren’t alone, but Jun’s pace quickens, fingers curling inside of your tight walls when he feels you close to cumming. “Jun--Jun---I’m--I--”

“S’okay, you can cum.” He mumbles against your skin, leaving another blossoming mark on your skin just as you orgasm crests; chest arching up into his as you bite your lip to keep in your noises. Your walls throb around his fingers, a soft groan of his own spilling from your lips when he imagines it’s his cock inside of you instead.

Jun keeps pumping his fingers, thumb on your clit still rubbing circles until he feels you starting to come down from your high. You whimper his name, quietly begging him to stop when the overstimulation starts to bite.

He slowly eases his fingers out, bringing them to his lips as he licks them clean.

“My neck is all… wet…” You mutter, fingertips ghosting across the tender lovebites Jun’s left on your neck. He grins at you from around his fingers, popping the digits out before he leans in again.

“I know you like it when I’m messy. And anyway, you don’t need to cover up the hickeys, y’know. I left them there for a reason.”

You can only quirk a brow at him, waiting for him to continue. “What? D’you think I was just fuckin’ you for fun? I know I’m not exactly the most straightforward guy and I think we might’ve fucked it up a bit but do you wanna go on a date with me after your retake?”

An awkward laugh spills from your lips; cheeks blooming into a pink when you realize he’s being serious.

“I--yeah, um, sure? I’d like that…” You trail off, suddenly shy.

“Okay, well, let’s get to studying then! If you ace your retake, I’ll fuck you however you like too. Deal?”

You grin up at the male, already having a few ideas lined up. “Sure, it’s a deal.”

#jun smut #Junhui smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #jun scenarios #jun imagines #Junhui imagines #Junhui scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #jun #junhui