#<- in the biggest slash pos way possible

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tumblr is wild. my friends and genuine lifelong bonds I've made on here are making posts talking about how they appreciate and love me and my boyfriend (who I also met through tumblr) because us being sweet together on the dash makes them happy. then i go back to reblogging the clip of charlie slimecicle in the shower rubbing soap on his chest making his tits bounce and honestly I wouldn't have it any other way peak website peak performance this is amazing. 12/10 no notes

[gildedmuse]

So... I have this bad habit where sometimes, when attempting to summarize the idea for a fic, I go into waaay too much detail.

Like, I don't go as far as to actually wrote the damn thing because, you know, effort and laziness, but... Well, it's a close call. It gets to the point where it's less a summary and more what my friends use to call a Quick Fic. All that's .kissing is the actual dialogue and descriptive narration.

Having said that....

Here is a "summary" of an ZoLaw AU where Law works for Doflamingo...

What happened was, basically, Law got caught by Doflamingo after eating the devil's fruit which eventually allowed him to cure his dieses, thus why he's still alive. Or, at least, isn't dead from lead poisoning. Because let's face it, Doflamingo could have just killed the boy then and there. Sure, he'd have to find the fruit all over again, but better that the deal with this little traitor

Except really it was his brother who had been the traitor. Law is still just a child, and children can be so suspectable to any number of ideas so long as an adult gives them a pat on the head and a treat after.

Which is when Doflamingo realizes that he can just manipulate Law into being another loyal follower. Then eventually - when he's no longer useful - Doffy will have him sacrifice his life for his own immortality. By that point Law will be family, and family never lets Doffy down. Not anymore.

So it's under Doffy's personal tutorage that Law grows up, and as much as he might resit the man who imprisoned Corazon, it's hard not to eventually fall to all Doflamingo's sweet praise and promised. And Law gets what he had wanted all along: a way to get back at the world that willingly watched his home wiped off the official world map and would be happy to see the entire town dead to the very last one. This Law truly earns his title Surgeon of Death, acting as the top officer of Hearts in the Doflamingo crime family. And yet despite his cruelty, he isn't even on the government's wanted list; protected under the Shichibukai's jolly roger.

In the meantime, the Strawhats are still doing their thing right on through Punk Hazard (which they somehow manage to not only live through but actually do more damage and cause twice as much chaos. The biggest difference is that Ceaser and Monet escape and Sanji can't perv out over being in Nami's body). So this time when they roll into Dressrosa it's less "backing up the plan of an ally" and much more "on complete and total accident" and "without a damn clue".

Yeah, basically they're the Grand Line's easiest prey.

But, hey, it works out! Well, no, not really. But Sanji does meet Violet, Luffy meet Sabo and help recover Ace's devil's fruit, and Zoro does get lost and require a magic fairy guide. Plus, hey, since they're not really there for any purpose other than that they happened to be passing by, it's not like they can't pull a dine and dash. They may be unprepared, but The Monster Trio can still keep up the fight until everyone is back on the Sunny.

A perfect escape!

Except no.

Because Luffy isn't totally ready to leave, not when he wants to know more about what Sabo is doing and help his new friend Rebecca. Not that they have time to debate the merits of staying or pulling a tactical retreat since at that poing Big Momma is on their ass. And that scary dude in the long black coat is still somehow following them, teleporting himself through the fucking air like wtf why is this happening now!? Nami is forced to make an executive decision: they're can't stay. Also, oh God oh God they're trapped and they're going to be killed and oh God.

It's moments like these you're almost thankful one of your crew members is a total maniac. Because in the middle of all this mess, Zoro just smirks, tells Nami to just concentrate on getting away from that annoying ass ship, he's got their other attacker covered. Which only makes everyone freaks out MORE because what is Zoro thinking: he'll be killed! ("Not immediately, of course. First they'll likely torture him for information, perhaps even kill him as slowly as possible." / "What? Why would you say that? That is not SUPER helpful to hear right then!") The Sunny goes into an all out panic attack. Everyone is yelling or crying or both.

Except Luffy.

Luffy who looks at Zoro, at the singing ship, at the dark power user trying to slash their ship apart, at the shore line of this island and the way it radiates a fake happiness covering Rebecca's very real pain. Luffy who just lowers his hat over his eyes and gives the nod.

Zoro smiles, and is immediately almost clobbered by a giant Chopper. What is Luffy saying? Don't they realize that is the same guy who almost took down Sanji, Zoro AND Luffy only moments ago? Zoro can't fight him alone! Sanji, more calm than the rest, lights a cigarette while explaining that he's not trying to stop Zoro from getting himself killed or anything, but Chopper is right. That guy was incredibly tough, and there's no way Zoro can do it alone ("Shut up dartbrow! You don't know what the hell you're talking about! I could take him down with just the two swords! With one hand behind my back!" / "He already kicked your ass once, Marimo! Or have you forgotten because of all the head trauma!?" / "The only reason he kicked OUR asses is because YOU kept getting in my way you damn weak-ass cook!" / "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, IDIOT MARIMO!?") Franky tries to regulate the fight but he's busy blocking those deadly aimed slashes from hitting his poor ship while Brook and Kin'emon work on stopping the incoming cannon balls. Either way they're going to have to do something SUPER fast if they want to get out of here. Yeah, Luffy, we need an actual plan. We can't just send Zoro out to-

"Zoro", Luffy says and despite everything going on around them the deck of the Sunny goes really quiet. They all know that tone. "Zoro, I need you to take care of this until we can get back. I still need to kick Mingo's ass for a friend."

At the sound of his captain's no nonsense voice, Zoro is suddenly easily able to stand, shrugging off the pile of people trying to stop him from jumping to his death (and by pile of people I do mean the coward trio and Sanji, who is mostly just trying to get in a few kicks). He draws Wado, clutching the katana in his teeth and yet still somehow manages what you know is a smirk. It's a promise.

And like that, Zoro is launching himself right into the blue sphere of the battle.

A battle against one of Doflamingo's top officers. A devil's fruit user with a twisted heart and home field advantage. Needless to say, it does not end well for our hero.

—🧡—

Although, Law has to give his rival swordsman some credit. He has his share of fun toying with the boy, and despite never standing any real chance of victory Law can admit the strawhat pirate puts up a better fight than most. Far better than Law had been expecting from some one so new to the New World (supposedly he got Mihawk to agree to train him, but Law has met the Hawk Eye and finds the idea utterly absurd). Then there is the way his smile had just an edge of what Law could only call manical delight, even when it became clear he'd long lost. This greenhaired kid really is stupid enough to believe his captain will come back for him. As though he would come charging back into Doflamingo's territory a second time just to retrieve a single crew member. One who was not only crazy enough to sacrifice himself but couldn't even win the fight. At the same time the swordman's loyalty and faith - as misplaced as it is - is kind of... Adorable. Who knew someone could come so far on the Grand Line and still be so innocent?

Law immediately wants to corrupt it.

Thes other family members will whine tell you, Doffy has always had... Let's say... A "soft spot" for Law. He's spoiled that brat for years, is what they mean but don't dare to say. Sure enough, Law barely has to work to talk Doffy around to letting him personally see to the prisoner's arrangements. Doflamingo is a little suspecious at first (he can never truly trust Law, not after the Corazon incident), but he quickly dismisses it. He's had the Heart Officer's loyalty for years now.

Of course, when he sees the spark of interest light in his apprentice as they eye their newest spoils of war, he can't help but tease Law. After all, Zoro is quite an enticing young man and Law isn't the only one there who likes pretty things. They're so fun to destroy which - judging from the way Law shivers when Doffy runs a hand through thick green hair before yanking the boys head back against the wall hard enough to leave the young captive panting and dizzy - is precisely his protege's plan.

(Doflamingo also happens to know Zoro almost definitely had trained under Mihawk, and he would love to see his fellow warlord's eyes flash with barely contained anger when he learns how Doflamingo has broken his favorite toy. It's not his fault - Mihawk is always so uptight and repressed, it makes agonizing him too much fun for Doflamingo to resist.)

In the end, though, he knows when Law's determination is set. And for whatever reason the boy has decided he absolutely has to be the one to keep their guest "comfortable" while his captain makes up his mind on what he'll do. So Doflamingo only teases for a bit - touches a little, plays with the barely conscious boy kneeling at his feet, enjoys the way Zoro still has enough spirit left to try taking bite when Doffy's fingers trail to close to his bloody lips (oh, and, what a joy! Law nearly growls at the prospect of not being the one to ruin the boy!) - but eventually he stops his little game. He gives in, telling Law to have fun with his treasure. He is the one who took him down after all. It is only fair he keeps him.

Just try not to completely break the poor thing, not until Strawhat returns for him.

Law snorts at the very idea. This is hardly the first time they'd done this. He's never seen a single captain try and retrieve their stolen property (he has of course, but he doesn't remember them). He doesn't see why Strawhat-ya would be particularly special.

Before Doflamingo can come up with a clever, vague answer about Law trusting him, Zoro suddenly gives a bark of laughter that would have scared lesser men senseless. It only serves to draw the two men's interest back to their little pet.

Luffy won't come back for him, Zoro confirms, much to Law's surprise (he personally never thought Strawhat-ya would, but then why would the swordsman sacrifice himself so willingly for a man he has so little faith in?) and has Doflamingo raising an eyebrow in.... Interest. Zoro looks at both of them with no fear, like he hadn't taken a humiliating defeat and is even now bloody and chained up, helplessly listening in on these two infamous pirates talk about him like he is a mere object. Actually, if anything, he appears to be wearing a smirk under all that blood. Because he knows something they don't.

Luffy won't come back for him, because his captain knows Zoro doesn't need to be rescued.

To Law, this makes Zoro look like an even sweeter treat. Doflamingo is simply amused, remarking that perhaps their little pup has yet to realize the leash around his neck is shaped like a noose.

Zoro meets his gaze, steady yet daring. He promised Luffy that he'd take care of it, and so that is what he will do. He'll never go back on his word, especially when it comes to his captain. Something Doflamingo with his distrusting and fear-toed crew couldn't understand. So see, their plan to use Zoro as bait will never work, because Zoro swore to Luffy that he'd be take care of it. So he will. Luffy has enough faith in Zoro that he'd never believe anything less and would never turn around out of doing to try and mount a rescue.

No, when Luffy comes back it will be for the sole purpose of kicking Doflamingo's ass.

The mood darkens. In a flash, Doflamingo is in back in front of him, yanking Zoro forward by the chin. He squeezes hard enough to bruise. You can hear the cracking of bone as he explains to Zoro exactly how precarious his current position is only to grow second by second more frustrate by Zoro's completely lack of fear. So he squeezes harder. He slams the boys head back into the wall and starts smiling when he gets a since from the stoic swordsman.

Before he can do any real damage Law steps in, reminding Doffy that he promised him he could have the boy. And just like that, Doflamingo's whole mood appears to shift back to calm. He puts on his fake smile and let's Zoro go, even pets the boy's hair. Of course, he had promised. And he, too, is a man of his word. Something Zoro will surely learn in time now that he is one of them.

Zoro, now with blurred vision and the taste of fresh blood on his tongue, is smart enough not to answer. But not smart enough to lower his head or try and appear humbled. Lucky for him, Doflamingo decides the boy isn't worth it. When he turns around he notes the hungry way Law is eyeing the kneeling prisoner behind him. Which brings a crueller, yet more genuine, smile to Doffy's featurss. The Strawhats vice captain may act invincible now, but he's never faced Doflamingo's own Surgeon Of Death. As disinterested and put off as Law might usually act, the boy can be dangerously twisted. He's sure his top officer will break the young pirate down bit by bit - both literally and figuratively - long before his captain can come running back in to try and find him (and Doflamingo is sure Strawhat will, no matter what Zoro might think).

He leaves with one last reminder to Law not to completely shatter the infamous Pirate Hunter. No, Doffy would hate to see their newest family member treated so poorly, especially seeing as he has much bigger plans in store for the young Mr. Roronoa. Specifically, he wants to see the face of Monkey D Luffy when he watches as the last bit of his first mate's spirit broken.

And because Doffy practically raised the boy and knows exactly the right buttons to push, he decides to give Law a little extra motivation to bring Zoro to that point. Just in case that interest turns into something dangerous like longing or - laughable as it is - actual fondness. It's so simple, too: as he walks by he simply whispers how there is nothing like crushing the heart of unrequited love.

It will be such a treat, tearing Zoro from his captain, and watching Luffy realize he's lost his chance to love the other man, wouldn't it Law? What a truly tragic romance. It almost makes you hope the two of them at least had some time together. Law didn't happen to give them a moment along before forcing Zoro to throw himself into the fight, hmm? Just a small, precious second or so for the two to share a final kiss. After all, not even Doffy is so cruel as to deny the poor boys such a tender moment.

Sure enough, Law's eyes immediately narrow and Doflamingo can feel the jealousy rolling off him. Not because Law gives a damn for their prisoner's feelings - Doflamingo raised him better than that - but he always has had a possessive streak. Having taken an interest in the swordsman, he will hate the thought that the boy might even think of another or that Law won't be the first to possess him in ever possible way.

Doffy leaves with a cruel, deep laugh. He can't wait until dinner, when he may just happen to remember the rumours about his "friend" Mihawk and his taking a young green-haired boy under this wing and in to his bed. By tomorrow he suspects every part of Zoro's body will bare at least some mark that he now firmly belongs to no one but Trafalgar Law.

[anangelicday-mrwolf]

Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)

(previous chapter)

Chapter 55 – Crisis

“Hmph... So it was more than pure luck that you took out Aris.”

Kornel mumbled through ground teeth, his voice seething, his face kissing the dirt.

Or rather, he was trying to get his behind back up, during which he inevitably got his mouth plastered to the ground.

Kornel was more than eager to wage himself against Takio. He was not alone, and Helga officiated that he is welcome to beat the snot out of the purple-haired sniper, so he played a bull met with a red flag as he chased after Takio.

To his utmost humiliation, Kornel has lost his count on the number of times he was forced to wipe the floor with his body.

He chastised himself that he should not have assumed Takio would be helpless in hand-to-hand combat, based on the pair of guns he was clutching.

Which was not the main reason why he was at disadvantage.

“Damn it, just what kind of drug has he been on since his departure from the Union? He’s too strong!”

Kornel did not stand a chance against Takio, perfectly equipped with agility in motion and action, precision in shooting, and qualified close combat skills supported by his bladed guns.

Because of which Kornel could not dare to lunge towards Takio, even after completely getting on his feet, to instead glare at the sniper poised on his feet.

However, Takio was not poised at heart, as he stared back at Kornel.

Their battle was as good as settled, but that was not the case with Helga.

‘Just what is her power? I could not land a single attack on her.’

In consideration of the situation, he took much more care than we could ever muster to pull the triggers, recalibrate his steps, and swing his guns.

All of which Helga reacted to cleanly.

She even twisted her body before he could point or lift his guns to fire.

Given that Takio’s responses were much faster, nevertheless, Helga could not avoid getting slashed on skin by his bullets from time to time.

Notwithstanding, the fact that she was in all unscathed was enough to render him wary of her.

‘And unlike this guy, she’s prudent, grounded, taking her time to put herself against me and pushing and pulling at me just about right to keep me rooted in this zone. It’s a wonder I had no idea such agent existed during my time at the Uni... Ugh!’

And in the meantime, he had to stop or shoo away modified civilians from engaging in battle royale or being a hindrance-slash-nuisance for him.

Of course, Helga and Kornel did not give him time to teach a lesson to the meddlers, which involved the biggest problem for Takio.

‘Is it just me, or does she see every movement I’d make in advance? Though my speed does not allow her to leave a mark upon me, somehow it feels like she can predict every coordination I will make.’

Everything about her – her blue eyes blazing with artificial glow, the direction her shoulders and knees would take, and the weight and air stirred by her body whenever she moves – was all pre-calculated to where Takio would prepare an attack, evade an impact, or devise a counter.

‘I would have suffered at least dozens of slaps and thwacks if I didn’t happen to have grown much faster and stronger.’

Even with Takio’s somewhat-recognition, Helga did not deem her standing better than that of Takio.

Just like how he internally pointed out, she could not connect a single attack to Takio’s body, and she could see that Takio has more than improved in terms of combat capabilities and specs.

And she did not have to meet his fists with hers or strike up a deathly waltz of kicks to realize that she was now no match for Takio.

She could not guarantee whether she could stand against him, even with Kornel and the rest of very few remaining combatants of Union by her side.

‘The fact that he did not manage to diagnose my power is serving as a shield for us. Along with these modified humans. Which is more than good for us.’

She knew that otherwise she and Kornel would have already hit the road to the afterlife.

‘Not to mention apparently he did not even use his powers to maximum. Considering how Aris and her gang were the type that enhances powers through meds and employs a variety of equipment, he must be leaving his pills for the next stage. Which I didn’t even get a glimpse of. Damn it, just where is that man when we need him?!’

With the battle caught in the tense, unpleasant balance, Helga was naturally reminded of her accomplice.

An accomplice she told to stand by, since it would be preferable for their foes to learn about his betrayal as late as possible.

An accomplice who should be watching what was going on.

But how come he is nowhere to be seen?!

Kornel gaped at Helga with crumpled forehead, packed with inches-deep creases, his mind probably in synchronization with Helga’s mind.

“Guess we don’t have a choice. We’d be basically admitting that you are way out of our league, but we’re in no situation to place our pride above our purpose.”

Helga’s fiery eyes flashed in sinister blue, and Takio automatically grasped his guns, only to withdraw them in bafflement the next moment.

“Kraaaah!!!”

A modified citizen stampeded towards Helga with his mouth wide open, whom she grabbed and flung towards Takio.

Out of gut reaction, Takio stretched out his bare hands to safely pluck the man out of air and gently push him away, and as soon as he straightened himself with pow and wham Kornel and Helga punched his chest and kicked at his abdomen, respectively.

He raised his arms in defense before he could suffer legitimate blows, but as a result his balance was toppled, which Kornel and Helga were not satisfied with.

“Krgh!”

“Krah!”

The two Union agents were now fervently ripping away and pitching the nearby civilians, and Takio was in frenzy to save them and thwart Helga and Kornel’s blitzes.

“Ah-ah-ah! I wouldn’t move if I were you, unless you want this fella’s head cannonballing towards the sky.”

To top it off, whenever he attempted to fight back when the opportunity was given, they snatched one of the modified people as hostage to still him.

“Goddamn it...!”

Now no longer upper-handed in the battle, Takio furiously grit his teeth.

*****

Meanwhile, in the area off-limits

“This gear is much more useful than I had presumed.”

Deneb snickered, having accomplished a feat of staying alive against the head of the Kertia clan and faring pretty well.

Rael could not even move his lips to his taunting comment.

Without his Grandia, he could not flaunt his art of stealth or go all out against Deneb.

And since Deneb was to be captured, not butchered, he could not even exercise proper assaults.

Nonetheless, the dilemma lay with Deneb, not him.

Whenever he targeted Deneb’s shoulders, back, or waist with his bare hands, the Illiness responded each time, to very narrowly swivel and curl his body to nullify Rael’s thrusts and slices of hand.

Yet given that Rael is the fastest of all nobles, his clan being the genesis of assassins among mankind, nobody would have denied that what Deneb managed to pull off was worthy of a boast, the reason being the gear he was using – extrasensitive thermal detector.

Rael could make out from its title that the gear could detect his location by locking upon his body temperature; he supposed the gear in fact did more than picking up body temperature, since with the gear Deneb could react right at the moment when Rael was about to move.

Short in knowledge in terms of machinery, Rael did not even hope to dissect in his head what exactly the gear could do.

After all, what truly mattered at the moment was to figure out how to defeat Deneb.

‘If only I had skills in ranged melee, like Regis.’

He knew he could try out an adjustment he practiced at Yuhyung’s lab when he put out the fire.

Too bad Deneb was seemingly wary of Rael’s potential ranged attack, for he had not moved a bit from his in-a-way-battleground, with Yuhyung at the background.

No matter how deadly Rael was with his aim, he did not know and did not want to find out if Yuhyung’s human body could stand through the aftermath of his attack.

He would have been grateful if Yuhyung would step aside, but the man was impeccably frozen, after a series of shrieks and shouts into his device.

And Deneb added much more to his trouble.

“Humans are not so useless, after all. I’m so glad I could get enlightened before it was too late, unlike you.”

Unlike you.

Rael wobbled at his spot, his determination wavering at the brief statement.

Swirling just enough to stay safe from Deneb’s attacks, Rael did not even feel like parrying.

His head was too complicated – too distraught for the job.

‘Just what do I have to be... In order to be like me?’

With his soul weapon absent, with a number of conditions he could not fix at the moment, with the battle not making any progress unlike his prior experiences, and with his body and mind too fatigued, Rael could not collect his mind together.

Each time he endeavored to piece together the thoughts drifting within him, the memories struck him hard and corrupted his will.

I have never been recognized by the patriarchs of my clan.

I have never prevailed superb with a task for the QuadraNet Project, other than escorting Yuhyung.

I could not even keep my soul weapon safe.

I could not even realize we were hosting and housing an enemy with lethal goal.

And I could not stop this from happening.

As he thought of have-not’s and could-not’s, Rael eventually stopped moving.

His body growing heavy with cuts and bruises, to ultimately roll over dirt, Rael plunged deeper into the swamp of despair.

Maybe I was never meant to be a head of my clan.

Maybe I never should have thirsted after the title of the head of the Kertias.

Maybe I don’t deserve to be dubbed the son of Rayga Kertia. Or the brother of Razark Kertia.

Maybe this is where I should give up on Grandia for good. I have done nothing correctly ever since my return to Lukedonia.

Rael’s knees were glued to the ground, and he stopped altogether.

Not missing his chance, Deneb drove his pointed hand towards Rael’s heart.

*****

Somewhere in the far ocean

Splash!!!!

As many souls were flustered and jeopardized by the circumstances they could surely handle but could not, a watery thud broke through the salty surface and whisked up a bloody mist.

The werewolf’s eyes were already half-lidded as she was wrapped and dragged by the foams and saltwater.

‘No... I can’t let this... End here...’

Much to her devastation, her body did not cooperate.

Raising her hands towards the surface of water she was so sure she could rise through if she tries just a little bit more, Lunark sunk deeper and deeper into the endless dark and blue of the nether region down below.

(next chapter)

Sorry I posted this past the usual time I upload my fic. I was supposed to post this after attending something for a bit, but I had no idea so much time has passed. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again in the future. :’(

There is trouble everywhere - but in order to take a leap into the sky, one must first crouch. And I promise the crisis won’t last long. :)

[teritcrawfordca]

Is Your Small Business Ready for Black Friday, Small Business Saturday and Cyber Monday?

You might feel like a real underdog with all the major retailers slashing pricing and offering FREE shopping this holiday, but fear not. There are numerous ways that small businesses can maximize their profits during the holiday shopping season too, you just need to be prepared. In this article, we’ll talk everything Black Friday, Small Business Saturday, and Cyber Monday. I’ll give my top tips on remaining in the black this holiday.

Thanksgiving is November 22 this year. So game time is Friday, November 23th, Saturday, November 24th and Monday, November 26th. Small Business Saturday is held on the Saturday after Thanksgiving to encourage holiday shoppers to support their communities by shopping at locally owned businesses. It’s common for the sales to begin before Black Friday starts and extend beyond Cyber Monday, so the time is now to finalize your plan. Often the majority of the deals are available both in-store and online, but as a small business it might make sense to mix things up a bit. Here are a few ideas to get ready for Black Friday, Small Business Saturday and Cyber Monday.

Figure Out Now What is On Sale. Don’t be afraid to bundle a popular item with slower moving inventory. For online retailers, you might want to develop a code for an extra discount, and at holiday time FREE shipping is a must. Charging shipping fees is one of the biggest causes of shopping cart abandonment. If you sell professional services, consider offering a deal for services paid in advance. My cleaning service offers 10% off for 6 months of service bought up front, and that’s a deal. I’ve seen professional speakers offer a discount for speaking gigs booked in advance too.

Develop a Marketing Plan & Budget for Holiday Promotions. If 4th quarter is your Super Bowl, you need to get together a marketing plan and a budget. How will you get the word out about your special holiday offers? Will you do mobile/text ads? Email blasts? FB ads? Direct Mail? Holiday discount cards? Etc. Run a contest encouraging followers to answer questions like, “What’s the hottest holiday gift this season?” Anyone who answers gets a 5% discount with the winner getting a 15% discount. Post photos of your employees getting ready for the day, and post your business’ story of how it got started. SMBs can also incorporate #SmallBusinessSaturday hashtag in their posts to attract more eyes. The options are endless, but you need to plan how much budget you’ll invest in your marketing efforts.

Order Your Supplies. In order to avoid a holiday disaster, order plenty of inventory, shipping and packaging supplies. You might need bags and extra printed materials for a special coupon for a percentage off to draw shoppers back in for your after Christmas sale.

Install a New POS System. If you are going to use new technology,such as a point of sale system, to transact business in your retail store this holiday, you need to install it now and get everyone trained on how to use it. Long lines are a drag, so you should equip your staff to help customer as fast as possible.

Promote that You’re Participating in Small Business Saturday. Reach out to local media about your plans for Small Business Saturday and encourage them to come by to hear your business’ story. Make sure all your social media pages are up to date and post content about your business’ plans for the day. American Express has set up a whole website for you to provide marketing materials and ideas. Plan an event for Small business Saturday to draw in customers, such as a pop-up shop, kick-off breakfast or partner with several local businesses to sponsors a holiday festival. You can even garner extra publicity if you make it a toy or coat drive for kids. It is a great way for you to get the whole community out to Shop Small on Small Business Saturday.

No matter what you sell, you should be running a sale this holiday season. Don’t be afraid to spend money to make money. Online advertising should be part of any strategy. Even if you focus all your effort on just one product, you could set yourself up for a beautiful new year.

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from Teri Crawford Business Tips https://succeedasyourownboss.com/is-your-small-business-ready-for-black-friday-small-business-saturday-and-cyber-monday/

[backroombuzz]

Young Turks Cenk Uygur Misogynist Past Exposed #MeToo

Young Turks Cenk Uygur Past Sexual Predator Exploits Gets Exposed

While Cenk Uygur Excuses Away His Past Misogyny  On 'Youth" He hasn't Changed One Bit.

Following a report from the Gateway Pundit that exposed Cenk Uygur of The Young Turks’ history of racism, sexism, and pro-rape, misogynist commentary.  BluePillSheep.com went page by page of Cenk Uygur's old website found on the Internet Archive Wayback Machine and discovered despite his excuses he's the same misogynist as he was back then. As usual, when he gets caught blatantly lying, Cenk (Pronounced ASS-HOLE) blames his lies and/or bad behavior on something and/or someone else. If you watched his program for any length of time, it's never Cenks fault for any words that slithered out of his mouth. To excuse away his Neanderthal musings from his site, Cenk being Cenk blamed it all on being young and being a Republican. In an interview with TheWrap Cenk apologized for his website saying he deleted the “ugly” posts a decade ago because “I don’t stand by them.” I Apologize But it's Not My Fault These are articles and essays I have written recently and over the years.  They range from interesting political commentary and observations to wild stuff about my sex life you never wanted to know (except that you did, and that’s why people always read those first).   “The stuff I wrote back then was really insensitive and ignorant,If you read that today, what I wrote 18 years ago, and you’re offended by it, you’re 100 percent right. And anyone who is subjected to that material, I apologize to. And I deeply regret having written that stuff when I was a different guy.” Cenk's little 'I'm so ashamed and humiliated' act is just that, an act. In TheWrap interview, Cenk went on to say “I had not yet matured and I was still a conservative who thought that stuff was politically incorrect and edgy. You got to admire this POS, he does know how to play to his audience.  His "I was immature" and "I was a Republican" addendum, was nothing more than an 'out' for the people that will stand by him, no matter what he wrote. Now, the mindless drones that follow Cenk's disingenuous, habitual lying, fat ass, can rest easy.  The excuses Cenk spewed will allow his followers to not only defend this worthless piece of excrement, but they can also continue to watch his show, guilt-free. While Cenk probably believes "I answered the question, I apologized, so that should put the story to bed" But, the reality is this story has insomnia and it'll take a hell of a lot more than "I was a Republican" to put this baby to bed. Google It For those unfamiliar with Cenk Uygur.  Cenk is a born liar, he's so dishonest he even lies about his hight. The Cenk who wrote those articles in the early 2000's was an egotistical, misogynist, POS. Cenk claims he is 5’11” because like his early 2000's ego, his 2017 ego, is just as strong, so Cenk can't handle the reality of being a midget. The truth is Cenk is no more than 5′ 6″...  any which way you measure him. While Cenk will try to pass off this site as some Republican driven, not yet matured youngster, just having some fun. The reality is something far different. As usual, Cenk only provides you enough, to make his story sound believable, but of course, he would not be Cenk Uygur without leaving out a multitude of facts. Details about Cenk's Website Cenk Uygur had seven years of Ivy League education and a decade before Cenk created his early 2000's racist, sexist, and pro-rape, misogynist "Young Turk" website.  He was writing for the The Daily Pennsylvanian. Here is an example of his work, written in 1991 entitled "Where are the White Christians?"  So Cenk's 'babe in the woods' excuse really doesn't fly too well. in the face of facts. He wasn't so kid. living in his mom's basement. He had been writing for over almost a decade before he wrote one word on his site. The site was to be a companion site for his Sirius Satellite Radio show entitled “The Young Turk.” These excerpts we pasted below were taken directly from the Young Turk Website.  Having spent hours reading Cenk's misogynist garbage,  if I did not know his backstory, I would say the site was owned and operated by a 13-year-old boy, who lies about his sexual conquests. That is if he actually had a sexual conquest. I would have put money down that he was a virgin, who embellished the stories he read in Big Juggs Magazine. Please note: The person writing these excerpts is a 30-year-old, 5' 6", fat, bloated moron.  All links Open a new Window From: The Young Turk Home page Since this site is now an arm of The Young Turk Show on the radio.  It will soon showcase such lovely features as pictures of the young virginal interns who work with us on the show. From "Why are old people such assholes? Hey lady, do you remember when you were 20 and dying to get laid? Do you remember the first time somebody ever ate you out? Maybe not, because it is possible nobody has ever eaten you out (that’s a problem that is not likely to be remedied at this stage). From: Girls You Hate, But Really Want To Do Ally McBeal is on the top of my list. God, I can’t stand her little mannerisms. She is so fucking annoying. If she does that wide-eyed look of shock one more time, I am going to lose my mind and clock her. But before I do all that,��I’d like to make love to her. From: The Scary 19% 19% said the Clinton charges were more serious. Most analysts take these figures as a good sign that a large majority of people understand that Watergate was a more serious problem for our democracy. I take it as a sign that 19% of Americans are clinically delusional. That’s problematic. These people are obviously so deeply biased that they can no longer think rationally. I vote Republican a great majority of the time (but then I don’t live in the South or the Midwest, where most of the wacko Christian right Republicans come from), so clearly, I am not part of the vast left-wing conspiracy (the people behind the Vince Fostersuicide/murder cover-up, obviously). From April 26th All he did was bang some chick out. Yeah, he used his position of power – don’t we all, in some way. I tell girls all the time about my cool job at a TV station in hopes that will trick them into sleeping with me. From: Rules For Dating Rule 1: There must be some serious making out by the third date. If I haven't felt your tits by then, things are not about to last much longer. In fact, if you don't get back on track by the fourth date, you're done. Rule 2: There must be orgasm by the fifth date. No, ands, ifs, or buts. If I haven't unloaded by this time, things are intolerably slow. There will be no sixth date to give you a second chance. If you haven't delivered by now, you're done. Rule 3: There must be sex by the second month of dating. If you don't give it up within a normal period of time, you will be eliminated.   If you're excellent in bed, you can extend your stay. From: Case II: Red-Faced Redskins One of my biggest pet peeves in America is over-litigation. In other words, everybody suing the shit out of each other. Lawyers for 34 Indian tribes filed suit on Tuesday against several tobacco companies for deliberately targeting Indian teens.  They want $5 billion dollars C'mon!  These Redskins show up everywhere there's a buck to be made these days (by the way, I actually think Redskin is a rare ethnic term that actually is offensive, I'm only using it now because they've made me angry). From: Case III:  Fieger in Every Pie Then, there's the lawyer I despise most -- Geoffrey Fieger.  He's at it again.   First, he had all those theatrics to get Dr. Kevorkian off eighteen different times.  Which obviously wasn't that bad, since Dr. Death was pretty much right in those cases (until he went overboard and start slashing throats on TV).  But even back then I could tell Fieger was a dick. And now he is representing the family of the black student who was killed at Columbine High.  They are suing the families of the killers for $250 million. Of course, those families don't have that kind of money.  What they're really going after is the government, the school, the police, gun manufacturers, entertainment companies, the media and anybody else that has a lot of money and can be arbitrarily blamed for the murders.  Fieger would sue God if he thought he could get good publicity and money out of it. From: I love Women Now, all this notwithstanding, I still think I am even hornier than that.  Well, horny is not quite the right word for it.  I want every attractive woman I see in the street even after I am sexually spent.  I wonder if it's an ego thing, which is quite likely with me, since I have a sizable ego (if you couldn't tell by the sheer fact that I have this entire website devoted to my ideas and I am a talk show host (when's the last time you heard a humble talk show host, clearly an oxymoron)). From: Random Sex Thoughts I get really turned on by the thought of an older woman and a younger woman hooking up.   The thought of the older woman seducing the young girl is a great thought. I just wish women would realize how cool bisexuality is (for women!) for the sake of us all. Read the full article