#$WIF

[dencyemily]

From Volatility to Victory: Trader's Smart Moves Result in $582K Profit from $WIF – Exclusive Insights

A savvy trader has demonstrated astute market insight by investing $1.54 million in $WIF, just a day before the token's price surged by approximately 50%, according to data from Lookonchain. The trader initially allocated 4,900 SOL (equivalent to $539,000) to acquire 1.43 million $WIF, a strategic move that led to a significant unrealized profit of around $582,000. Since February 16, the trader has further invested 14,000 SOL (approximately $1.54 million) to purchase an additional 4 million $WIF.

This strategic investment approach is not the trader's first success story. A previous investment of 5,000 SOL was made to acquire 3.98 million $WIF, which was later sold for 6,443 SOL, resulting in a realized profit of 1,443 SOL ($147,000), as reported by Lookonchain.

Lookonchain's analysis sheds light on the trading dynamics of the $WIF/SOL pair on the Raydium exchange. The 8-hour timeframe chart reveals the volatile price movements of $WIF against SOL, with the price standing at 0.5332 SOL per $WIF, indicating a noteworthy 14.30% increase.

The volume indicator, represented by green and red bars beneath the main chart, provides insights into trading activity. Green bars denote periods of price increase, while red bars signify price decreases. At the time of the analysis, the trading volume stood at 8.181 million $WIF.

The chart's blue line, annotated with green arrows indicating buying actions and subsequent price increases, highlights key transactions, including the purchase of 3.98 million $WIF with 5,000 SOL and another acquisition of 4 million $WIF with 14,000 SOL. A red arrow annotation signifies the sale of 3.98 million $WIF for 6,443 SOL, resulting in a price drop. The overall trend on the chart underscores the market's volatility, with sharp price fluctuations evident.

This strategic trading maneuver in the volatile cryptocurrency market showcases the potential for substantial gains. The trader's ability to capitalize on market swings by buying low and selling high reflects a keen understanding of market dynamics. The volume indicator proves to be a critical tool, providing valuable insights into trading activity and potential price movements.

[midnxght-sweet-time]

What did the chicken say?

Idk man just a lil smthg i wanted to shitpost cuz i be seeing ppl on twitter finding this queen of hearts like chicken in their local target. So i decided to do this lmao.

Next time Ill make a 'why did the chicken cross the road' with chicken rosehearts. Nah jk

Unless—

[satorisoup]

KYAAA new picrew !! n’ theres sho many fun accessories !! ehe, i made mwe with my yummy cake !! (づ៸៸៸◟)

make your pretty self !! ﾉ 🍓

taggies <3 ( no pressure )

@kajibunny @saexy @metsukini @pawyuta @aureatchi @httpshujii @sweetfushi @lowkeyremi @6okuto @piichuu @kaiser1ns @izufeels @dira333 + anyone who would like to join !!

[prettiedup]

“you’re cryin? really?” irritation is blatant in yuji’s voice. his light brown eyes bore at your face as he observes the fat tears sliding down your cheeks. there’s a pout on your lips that he wants to kiss away but chooses not to. 

“you’re being s-so mean, yu.” you whimper. you’re looking up at him with that adorable pout, and those teary doe eyes. your fingers are fiddling with the hem of his shirt. yuji gets so weak when you act like this.

“‘m not bein mean, angel. you’re just.. you’re not thinking right now.” he reasons. he tries to give you lead way. he knows you can be.. too trusting. like right now, agreeing with some girl you met two weeks ago online to go to a nightclub in an area you nor yuji has ever heard of. when you first proposed your plans to him yesterday, you were met with an unforgiving “ no ''.

you pull tighter on his shirt, it’s your own way of showing the anger that you fail to vocally communicate. yuji ignores your tugging and instead cusps your face. his large hands cover your cheeks, they aren’t as soft as yours. they’re an example of what he’s been through. his thumbs lay under your eyes, stopping the tears like a dam.

“you don’t know her, angel.” yuji reminds you. he looks deep into your eyes with every word. he hopes his words are going through to your head. you have a frustrating habit of hearing yuji talk, but not listening to what he’s saying.

“yes i do! i know her favorite color, and her favorite number, and her favorite food, and and— i jus know so much about her, yu.” you place your hands on top of his.

“she could be lyin, angel.” yuji sighs. “y’know what? none of that matters. my answer is no, and that’s final.” he removes his hands away from your face.

you whine out as you let go of his shirt. “i don’t care what you say! ‘m grown a-and i can make my own decisions!” you declare boldly.

yuji has to stop himself from laughing directly at your face. you still call him when you get lost in a city you’ve been living in for years. there was also this one time, he had a full and busy schedule but your car’s oil needed to be changed. he thought you would be responsible enough to go to the mechanic shop on your own. oh boy, was he wrong. later that day, the two of you cuddled in bed. you were happily chatting about your day while yuji sleepily listened. he was quickly shaken out of his sleepiness when you suddenly mentioned you were charged over a thousand dollars. needless to say, you’ve never gone to a mechanic shop by yourself again.

“oh really?” yuji’s eyebrows lift. he gives you a look of faux shock before a frown tugs on his lips. “alright, then.”

you pause at the calmness he’s displaying. he’s too calm at your stubbornness, way too calm. yuji only squints his eyes at you before walking away. you bite your lip as you replay the conversation that just happened. even while deep in thought, your feet move on their own, following behind him like a lost puppy.

[hastie]

Been a while.

[murderofravens]

papa papa dad dada dada dada papa papa dad father papa daddy dada papa dad father father papa

[cowboy-robooty]

this is what i imagine if germany and america were friends like all the fanfictions say (for context they faked their deaths and everyone thinks they died)

[saint-nevermore]

dawn thief from the valley of the moon for day 17 (Eoraptor lunensis)

[sidyashchiy-na-plakhe]

just imagine...a romance between Chameleon and Vermillion, but in a universe where Chameleon is a single father with two chaotic kids and an obnoxious boss.

CherryLime (Vermillion x Chameleon) for life.

[reallysleepymermaid]

Mami girlie <3

[dencyemily]

The Rollercoaster Saga: Unraveling the World of Meme Cryptocurrencies

Altcoin Sherpa recently delved into the unpredictable realm of meme cryptocurrencies, shedding light on coins like $WIF, $BONK, $PEPE, and the ever-popular $DOGE. These meme coins, thriving on attention rather than technological advancements, introduce a distinctive dynamic to the crypto market, marked by rapid ascents and subsequent declines in value. Sherpa underscores the "attention game" as the driving force behind meme coin investments, emphasizing their inherent volatility and speculative nature.

Meme coins are renowned for their ability to deliver staggering returns, often surpassing 10,000x. This is attributed to their high supply and the speculative intent of buyers solely focused on profit. The result is rapid ascents akin to Icarus's flight, only to face inevitable declines as attention wanes.

What sets meme coins apart is the prolonged distribution phase, ensuring a gradual descent post-hype. This gradual decline contrasts sharply with their meteoric rises, propelled by traders and massive trading volumes. The cyclical nature of meme coins has investors constantly chasing the next big leap, contributing to the ephemeral success of each coin.

Notably, Dogecoin emerges as a relative exception, showcasing resilience over time. However, it still follows the familiar boom-and-bust cycle, prompting seasoned investors to anticipate its fluctuations. Sherpa advises caution against buying dips in meme coins post-peak, suggesting a focus on more traditional assets might be a prudent strategy.

A glance at current market data reflects the inherent volatility of meme coins. Dogwifhat experiences a 10.34% decline, trading at $0.180927 with a 24-hour volume of $40,309,048. In contrast, BONK witnesses a slight increase of 2.08%, trading at $0.000010 with a volume of $47,481,877. Similarly, Pepe shows a modest rise of 2.05%, with a current price of $9.18e-7 and a volume of $66,667,067. Meanwhile, Dogecoin maintains relative stability, up by 0.76% with a price of $0.079437 and a significant trading volume of $184,536,668.

Altcoin Sherpa's insights highlight the speculative essence of meme coins, drawing investors with the promise of quick gains driven by attention. However, as attention shifts, so does the market value of these assets, serving as a stark reminder of the high-risk nature associated with meme coin investments

[sorrelpaws]

YAAYYY CONNVERSEEEEEEEEEEEE

[silusvesuius]

testing out drawing maormer 🪸🐚🪸 and a nelvas 🧣📜🩷 i'll ramble about maormer a bit in the tags

[didderd]

murder time trio shenanigans my beloved

(original video)

[prettiedup]

hiii i absolutely adore ur works and the way u characterize your readers !!! if ur okay w it, would u mind writing anyting 4 choso?? no pressure ofc, it’s all up 2 u ( ˘ ³˘) <3

࣪𓏲ּ. ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃

in which your older brothers best friend takes a liking to you.

you remember the day choso moved onto the block. him and his brother were the only asian children in a predominantly black neighborhood. most people left him and his family alone, besides from the occasional curious glances and whispers of wonder. they questioned how the family found your neighborhood and what gave them the right to just settle in and replace the previous family that lived there two years ago. the older people were upset that the landlord just forgot about the previous renters just like that.

their house was right beside yours, you sat down on the concrete stairs that connected to your front porch with a caprisun and a babydoll with matted hair in your hands. you watched with curious eyes as their family brought a multitude of things inside their home. with every piece of furniture you imagined where and how they would place. you don’t know how long you watched them, but it was long enough for one of the boys to look up from the heavy looking boxes they were carrying and spare a glance at you.

he had pink hair and freckles placed all over his face. he also seemed to be the same age as you. the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds. your heart thumped in your chest. you were interested, truthfully. you had never seen someone that looked like them. you grew up around melaninated people who resembled you. there was also a good population of mexican kids at your school as well. most of them shared a tan though, there weren’t any that were as pale as the two new kids.

he dropped the box and raised his hand to wave ay you. you gripped your now empty pouch, your eyes are wide. there was a newfound emotion swelling in your chest, it was a feeling you couldn’t vocally describe. it felt like millions of butterflies were flapping their wings inside your stomach, and a superb feeling of happiness exploded through your body, going as far as to reach your toes. with hesitance, you lifted your hand and waved at him as well.

the boy grinned and you’d be lying if you said his grin wasn’t contagious. you felt your lips mimicking the same movements that rested on his face.

your little moment was quickly interrupted when your brother stepped outside. his footsteps echoed on porch like bricks falling down. he sported only a pair of basketball shorts and dirtied nike slides that he generally refused to wear socks with. a red durag wrapped around his head, covering most of his forehead. he scratches the side of his neck while he observes the pink haired boy as well, a scowl rested on your brother’s face as he looked at the little boy. the little boy is freed from your brother’s nonvocal interrogation when his brother calls him to hurry with the boxes.

“mama said come wash up. food’s gonna be done soon.” your brother tells you before going back inside the house.

you look back over at the spot where the boy was but there’s no one there anymore. you frown to yourself as you stand up and walk back inside the house.

it was a random thursday. that day, choso and his brother finally began coming to school. it was their first time riding the bus. even before they came, you and your brother’s bus stop was in front of their house. as you and your brother stood there silently waiting for the bus, your mind drifts back to the boy. and maybe you were thinking about the boy too much because out of the corner of your eye, you seen a flash of pink. you turned your head slightly, and to your surprised he was right there beside you.

you couldn’t help but to flinch and jump back. you shuffle closer to your brother, who only kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes at your antics. in your defense, he snuck up on you! the boy smiled shyly at you, you took notice of the slight red that rested on his cheeks. just as shyly as a few days ago, you wave back to him. he was a little bit shorter than you so he had to look up slightly to look at you. as you looked up, this time you realized his brother is standing beside him. your eyes move away from the pink haired one to the black haired one.

you felt your throat dry as suddenly you became weirdly self conscious of what you were wearing. did you look too childish? you wondered. most girls in sixth grade were wearing this style, and you thought you were pretty caught up in middle school fashion; especially sixth grade fashion. you glanced down at your jordans, light blue jeans, and your favorite pink unicorn shirt. twinges of doubt filled your mind, maybe you did look too childish. you look back up at the black haired boy who was looking around impatiently.

he was very handsome, his face carried a boyish look that his little brother didn’t exactly have. the same feeling from yesterday came back but this one was more intense. so intense that you almost felt sick. you briefly wondered if you should go back inside the house and change into something that screamed big girl, but to your dismay the bus was already coming.

the two older boys were already bolting for the doors the second the door opened. with shakiness you looked at the pink haired boy.

“sit beside me on the bus.” you told him simply. as the two of you climbed onto the bus you counted in your head. you unassigned-assigned seat was five seats away from the bus driver. you’ve been sitting in the same spot since the school year, everyone had already picked their seats so you had slightly saved him from getting yelled at.

as the bus picked up acceleration, the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes until he decided to break the silence.

“hey, uhm what’s your name?” he asked cautiously. and when you gave it to him he repeated it a few times to himself. “my name’s yuji itadori.” he introduced himself.

“hi, yuji.” you smile.

conversation took over the two of you easily. the two of you talked about everything and nothing at all. yuji would occasionally slip jokes throughout the conversation and you’d laugh hard. you had never talked to any boys for this long, all of your friends were girls. usually when a girl and boy became friends in your school they soon became a couple. but as you talked more with yuji, you could tell that wouldn’t be the outcome with the two of you.

when the bus finally approaches your middle school, yuji stopped talking as much and a worried look had graced his features.

you tap itadori on his shoulder, gaining his attention. “i’ll help you around the school today, ‘kay? but pay attention ‘cus i might not be so nice tomorrow.”

as months went by, while your relationship with yuji grew closer, so did choso’s and your brother’s. the two older boys did just about everything together; played basketball, went to the mall, played on the football team together, went to their first high school party together, and much more. all four of you grew closer, it had gotten to the point both your mother and their mother had to buy more food because they now technically had four kids.

months morphed into years and before you knew it, you and yuji were in 10th grade. it was bittersweet because during the summer before the new school year started, you were sitting beside yuji watching your brothers graduate high school together. at their graduation dinner you cried and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. everyone else thought it was because you were an emotional little sister and while that might’ve been true, you were also crying because you wouldn’t see choso as much.

you had grown an enormous crush for him over the last few years. you had kept your crush a secret but you had a feeling itadori was aware of your crush on his older brother. you couldn’t help it. while yuji was also just as handsome, it was something about choso.

his face had matured, sculpted by time, shedding the soft contours of youth for more defined features. several piercings adorned strategic spots, adding a hint of edge to his appearance. not to mention how taller he had gotten, he had to be 6’ something and every time he stood beside you, you felt like passing out. you would miss seeing him in the halls.

your two years of high school passed just as quickly. and before you knew it, your diploma was in your hands and you and yuji were screaming and hugging each other. proud tears slipped from your face as you watched yuji take pictures with his family. he was no longer short and stubby. no, he was a man now. both him and choso towered over their parents as they conjoined arms to posed. just like choso, his face shedded all of its fat and morphed into something more chiseled. you felt yourself tearing up even more as you realized the two of you were no longer children.

“i’m not a kid anymore.” you mumble against choso’s lips. he hums at your words as his hands rubs up and down on your ass.

it had been a year since you graduated high school and began venturing out into doing new things. your brother was gone to his girlfriend’s house, yuji has began hanging out with this megumi guy, and your parents were gone at a wedding a few cities over. you had gotten the bright idea to invite choso over to watch a movie. you think he got your intentions fairly quickly when you mentioned the house being empty.

“you’re m’best friends lil’ sister, though. he’d kill me if—“ he’s cut off by you pressing another kiss against his swollen lips.

“i’m not gonna tell him anything. ‘nd ‘m sure you’re not gonna say anything, right?” you retort back.

choso bites down on his lip, he’s obviously conflicted. you sigh to yourself as your hands go for his zipper. you look up at him the whole time while you undo his jeans. once his zipper is down, you could see the obvious bulge that rested against his briefs. you could feel your pussy growing wet just from the fact that he had gotten so hard just from kissing you.

you slowly lower yourself onto your knees on the wooden floor. you bring your lips to his tip and begin pressing kisses against it, choso flinches every time you come in contact with another spot. as a final message, you dart your tongue out and lap at the precum that’s beading from his tip.

“you wanna do this?” you ask once you pull away. choso’s looking down at you with his pale skin flushed. there’s a fiery look in his eyes as he stares at you in your eyes.

“remember, you’re not a kid anymore. so take everything ‘mma give you.” he tells you as he guides his dick inside your mouth.

𓍼݀֯८݂𓈒𓏼ིྀ. .𓏼ིྀ ̥১♡

“fuck!” you gasp as choso’s hand strikes your ass cheek. you’re gripping your covers inhumanely tight. you can’t find it in you to close your mouth, you’re usually not as vocal with guys but choso feels like he’s scratching this itch that’s been there for years.

choso huffs out a breath as he slowly pulls his cock out of your creaming pussy, you’re so messy leaving a white base around his cock as well as dripping down your thighs. he slaps his cock against your clit a few times, watching as you shudder with every smack.

he wraps his hand around the back of your neck as he slowly pushes his cock back inside of you.

“this what you wanted, right? hm?” he coos at you. he watches as his cock sinks deeper into your wetness inch by inch.

you can’t stop the loud gasp from leaving your throat as your eyes roll back. who knew someone as skinny as him could be carrying something so long in pants. “chooo.” you whine, it feels like he’s stretching you out all over again.

“i know, baby.” he moans with you. he watches as the fat of your ass bounces against his pelvis. “you feel so good, mama.” he whines.

“only for you, daddy.” you giggle.

“yeah? this pussy mine, baby?” he asks with amusement. he removes his hand from your neck and uses both hands to spread your ass cheeks so that he could watch both holes. seeing your pussy wrapped around his cock like some sort of elastic has him twitching while still inside.

“mhmm. your pussy.” you don’t even know if your own words are truthful or if it’s just the sex that has you talking crazy.

“rub that pussy for daddy, then. cum all over this dick, baby.” he’s picking back up speed, at some point he goes from thrusting to pounding your pussy.

your back is arching even deeper, if possible. everything feels intensified as you rub at your clit. you feel tempted to try to crawl away from his never ending thrusting, but you told him you were a big girl now and you were trying to stand on that.

“shit so wet f’me.” he curses to himself.

he fucks you so well that your breathing gets caught in your chest a few times. you wish he would’ve fucked you earlier, everything about him is perfect. after a few minutes of straight drilling your pussy, he slows down so that it doesn’t hurt too much. you fingers are still slowly rubbing on your clit, some of your sticky arousal leaked from your pussy down to your fingers and palm.

“gonna cum, cho.” you’re gasping as you feel your orgasm approaching. “fuckfuckfuck— ‘m cummin’ cho!” you moan as you begin cumming around his cock, making an even bigger mess. you press your face deeper into the mattress as you begin babbling random words. nothing makes sense right now, all you can think about is his dick sliding in and out of you.

“there we go. goooood girl.” his moans turn into whimpers as his own orgasm approaches. he fucks your faster and harder as his peak builds up. “daddy’s turn now. mhmm, stay still f’me, mama. ‘m ‘bout t’cum too.”

instead of staying still, you begin throwing your ass back against him. choso lets out a breath as he watches your wetness leave little strands every time you pull away from him. “fuck, take it baby.” he groans. instead of rhythmically pulling out, he only shifts his hips a little as his orgasm pours from his cock. strands of white cum escape from his dick, filling your pussy.

the two of you stay still for a few seconds until choso finally pulls out.

“we’re not doin’ this shit nomore, forreal.” you can’t tell if he’s telling you or trying to convince himself.

“we’ll see.” you reply sarcastically.

[dvar-trek]

Evan Rodrigues and Jonathan Drouin slapping each other like children 💕

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