#Juju Prediction

[dykeseinfeld]

btw i won my women's march madness bracket but at what cost :(

[muniimyg]

1: the confession // series m.list

note: been daydreaming abt this jk... enj <3

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The library is your favourite place. 

At least, that is until your predictable love for it comes to a disadvantage. May your tranquil moments alone rest in peace as your friends corner and gaslight you to leaving your sanctuary. Sometimes, it’s for parties. Other times, it’s for something stupid like driving to the next town to watch a movie at their theatre because their theatre chairs recline better. 

You won’t have it this time. 

No way. You have so much work to do!

"Oh, come on! Please, ___?” Hobi begs. “Come tonight! It'll be fun!" Suddenly, he’s clinging to your arm, making it harder for you to ignore him. You try shaking him off, but he pouts at you and clings on even tighter. 

“Hobi,” you whine. “Go to the party if you wanna go. Jimin said he’d meet you there! And Nam Joon, and Taehyung, Jin, and even Yoongi!” 

“But I want you to come!” He cries. “I need someone to keep count of my drinks—”

“Use a marker and tally it on your arm.”

“But then what if I need to throw up—”

“Then throw up.”

“... Jungkook will be there!”

You blink at him. 

“So?”

Hobi lets go of your arm and raises a brow at you. “What do you mean so? Isn't he your boyfriend?”

His accusation has you tongue-tied. This is the first time you’ve ever heard such an absurd thing! Jungkook became a part of the friendgroup after you. He’s the newbie. Actually, he has a whole other set of friends aside from you guys. Why? Because he’s cool. That’s it. Everyone on campus knows him and truth be told; he deserves his hype. He’s good-looking, kind, and a little weird (in a good way). He’s funny and smart (but not in an obnoxious way)... He’s just… Kind of good at everything? It intimidates you and often leaves you daydreaming. 

Come to think of it, everything happens by coincidence. Yours and his lectures usually start and end around the same time. Not to mention that he also loves the library! He usually walks you home after your study sessions. But, yeah… Aside from these things—you and Jungkook aren’t actually that close.

“W-what? I’m not dating Jungkook! Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” you ask, careful not to sound too noisy. 

Hobi shakes his head. “Girlfriend? Yeah… You.”

Your eyes widen.

In a panic, you hiss at Hobi. “Don’t start rumours! That’s embarrassing for him to be associated with me—”

“Oh shut up,” Hobi laughs. “Do not get all insecure and pick me when the campus crush has literally been drooling over the past few weeks. Everybody knows. Everybody talks about it! Besides, they talk about him being all lovestruck—not you! So, spill it. What did you do, huh? Did you manifest it or some shit—”

“With all the time I spend in class, work, and the library… You think I have time to manifest?” you chuckle at him, ultimately trying to dismiss his suspicion. 

Hobi rolls his eyes at you. 

“For someone who reads fanfics and book loads of romance stories… You’re dense as fuck.”

Tilting your head at him, you try to find the words to defend yourself and fail. 

He’s right. 

You are dense. 

But that never hurt anyone before… So why does it matter?

“Earth to ___?” Hobi waves his hands to your face. You blink, brushing your thoughts away. Offering him a tired smile, he looks at you weirdly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “Why?”

“You’re blushing like crazy,” he teases, poking your cheek. Your hands fly to your cheeks. He’s right. They feel warm and the sudden embarrassment just made you feel even more flustered. Then, he nudges you. 

“Get it together!” Hobi mutters, “Your boyfriend is coming!"

Turning your head, you see Jungkook making his way through the doors. He has his backpack on one shoulder and his eyes glued to his phone. Like muscle memory, he turns his heels and walks toward your direction. 

“Oh my god,” you hit Hobi’s arm. “Why did you plant these thoughts when he’s literally—”

“Plant thoughts? Babes, it’s reality. Helllooooo?” Hobi sings, tauntingly. 

You pout at him, unable to take this lighthearted. 

Then, before you know it, Jungkook approaches you. 

He pulls the seat next to you out and settles in. After offering a fist bump to Hobi, he quickly leans his body over and places his hand on your knee. He’s always done this but why was it suddenly so different now? Was it always like this and you never noticed until now? Until Hobi…

Wow… 

“Hey, you.” Jungkook greets you warmly.

“... H-hi.”

He gives you a weird look. You avoid his eyes in return. Clearing his throat, he asks, “Why aren’t you packed up yet? Aren't we going to the party?”

Jungkook eyes your spread of notes on the table. You clunch your iPad closer to you and shrug. “We? It’s you. Aren’t you going to the party?”

Jungkook returns your question with a grin. “No. Us. You, specifically. You, especially.”

“Yeah, ___!” Hobi chimes cheekily. “Aren’t you going to the party?”

Hesitantly, you shake your head. 

“N-no… I have too much work to do. Here! I’ll just—” you pause your sentence and reach for Hobi’s arm. Pushing his sleeve up, you take the sharpie from your pencil case and write on his arm. 

If piss drunk, please return to ___. 

(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3

Hobi reads it sideways and yanks his arm back. 

“I hate you,” he utters. With laser eyes, he glares at Jungkook. “Tell her you’re coming to the party. Drag her to come! She’s always here! Homework can wait for tomorrow!”

Jungkook exchanges looks with you. With a soft gaze, he shrugs and turns to Hobi. 

“She doesn’t wanna go.”

Hobi groans. 

“Fine. Let’s go. Let’s leave—”

“I’m staying,” Jungkook says calmly. "She's not going... Neither am I."

He picks his backpack up from the ground and begins to unzip it. Taking out his notes and laptop, he looks up and smiles at Hobi. “Can I see your arm?”

Huffing, Hobi shows Jungkook your note. As Hobi rambles on and on about how you and Jungkook are party poopers, Jungkook takes your Sharpie and crosses your number out. 

If piss drunk, please return to ___. Jungkook

(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

For the second time tonight, Hobi reads his arm sideways and yanks it back. He squints at the unfamiliar number. 

“Why’d you cross her number out? Whose number is this?” Hobi asks. 

“Mine,” Jungkook states, smiling at the correction. “Call me if you need anything.”

“What? Why?”

Jungkook blinks. “I’m not really crazy about ___’s number being on your arm for other guys to have and call her with.”

Hobi’s mouth drops. He slowly turns to you and gulps. Blinking at you slowly, he gives you crazy eyes. “You can not be this dense, ___. Jungkook is literally ripping me into shreds in his head right now—”

You laugh.

“Go. Have fun! Call me if you need anything.”

Hobi turns to Jungkook. 

Jungkook smiles at him sweetly with his eyes closed. He shakes his head slowly and wiggles his finger at him. “Don’t call her.”

With that, Hobi grumbles a few exchanges before packing his stuff up. He waves goodbye and tells you that you’re lame one last time. You agree with him and wave him goodbye. As he leaves, Jungkook moves his chair closer to you. 

“So… Same schedule? Study until 9PM and then I walk you home? Or are you hungry tonight? Maybe we can wrap this up by 7:30PM and grab a bite to eat? I know a really good burger spot just up campus—why’d you do that?”

Your body stiffens.

“Do what?”

Jungkook eyes your chair distance. 

“You moved away.”

What the heck… How did he even notice? It’s not like you moved across the table! You just moved like… Half an inch. 

“No, I didn’t,” you deny. “But yeah… Sure! I’ve been craving a good burger with extra cheese—what are you doing?”

“I’m moving closer to you.”

“Why?”

“Because you lied to my face and moved away.”

“N-no!” 

Jungkook inches his face closer to yours. He boops your nose and scrunches his. “You sniff whenever you lie. Did you know that?”

“N-no…”

“Now you do.”

For the first time ever… You lose your breath. It’s like you forgot how to breathe. He’s so close to you. His eyes are so doey, you’re literally getting lost in them. The scar he has on his left cheek… You can see it so clearly—the detail of how his skin healed and all. His hair is brushing above his eyebrows and you can’t help but realize how much you like the way it falls on his face. He’s… Cute?

Oh god. 

“D-dont do that—uhh—” You move away from him. This time, there’s an obvious space between you two. Jungkook straightens his posture, completely confused by your burst of emotion. It’s… Conflicting? He swears you two were about to kiss… Now, what’s going on?

“___? What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks with a gentle tone. 

You turn away and shove your notes to your face. Mumbling into the paper, you tell him what’s on your mind. “Everyone thinks you have a crush on me and it’s embarrassing.”

Jungkook doesn’t hear you well. 

“Say that again,” he requests. Without warning, he takes the paper from your hands, leaving you to face him. “Don’t act all cute. What is it?”

You stay silent and contemplate.

Was this worth saying? Was this worth addressing? Would it change anything between you two after? What about the burgers? You’ve been craving a cheesy burger like crazy—

“It’s fine if you don’t feel comfortable. You can tell me later or never. I don’t mean to be pushy—”

Then, you blurt it out. 

“Everyone thinks you have a crush on me… Or something.” 

Jungkook doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t hold his breath. 

He doesn’t deny it. 

“I do have a crush on you.”

Your throat feels dry. What?! Has he lost his mind?

“W-what? You can’t j-just—”

Jungkook tilts his head and pouts. 

“I don’t really understand why I should deny it. Why should I lie? Why should I make an excuse? This is how I feel. You just found out earlier than the confession… I guess this is it though, right?” He laughs. 

You hit his chest. 

“This isn’t funny!”

“Why can’t it be funny?” Jungkook laughs even harder. He catches your wrist and holds you still. “Doesn’t it make you laugh? That everybody on campus watched me wait outside your classes every day for almost 3 months… That everybody waits on me to go to parties but I don’t show up because I rather walk you home and stay home… That everybody on campus watched me enter this goddamn library of a snoozefest—”

“Hey! I like it here.”

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you. “I like you. That’s why I’m here.”

“I… I thought you wanted to study.”

Jungkook laughs even louder, earning a few hushes from others nearby. He groans, throwing his head back. “I can’t even fucking laugh in here without getting in trouble. Why the hell would I like this place?”

“... To study!”

“To be with you.” 

You shut up. 

No words, no thoughts, no feelings. 

Okay…

Feelings. Lots of them. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so overwhelmed,” Jungkook murmurs, leaning his head against your shoulders. “I thought you knew. I thought you figured it out by now. I wasn't exactly discrete."

You sit still, not knowing if you should move or let him settle in. Before you can decide, he sits himself up and grabs your hand. He squeezes it tightly and brings it to his lips. Kissing your hand, he looks at you. 

“Doesn’t matter if you’re dense. Doesn’t matter if you don’t know how you feel right now. I’ll win you over… You’ll fold."

You yank your hand away from him. In response, he leans over and kisses the side of your head instead. You gasp, but your cheeks blush. Quickly, you cover your face with your hands. He laughs heartily, tugging you close to him. You bury your face in his chest and groan at the sinking feeling of wanting to be anywhere but here. This was humiliating!

And just when you think it can't get any worse, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. As he pats your back, he murmurs—

"You're falling for me already, aren't you?"

[not-terezi-pyrope]

Ok. It's pretty clear you are more welcoming of AI, and it does have enough merits to not be given a knee jerk reaction outright.

And how the current anti-ai stealing programs could be misused.

But isn't so much of the models built on stolen art? That is one of the big thing keeping me from freely enjoying it.

The stolen art is a thing that needs to be addressed.

Though i agree that the ways that such addressing are being done in are not ideal. Counterproductive even.

I could make a quip here and be like "stolen art??? But the art is all still there, and it looks fine to me!" And that would be a salient point about the silliness of digital theft as a concept, but I know that wouldn't actually address your point because what you're actually talking about is art appropriation by generative AI models.

But the thing is that generative AI models don't really do that, either. They train on publicly posted images and derive a sort of metadata - more specifically, they build a feature space mapping out different visual concepts together with text that refers to them. This is then used at the generative stage in order to produce new images based on the denoising predictions of that abstract feature model. No output is created that hasn't gone through that multi-stage level of abstraction from the training data, and none of the original training images are directly used at all.

Due to various flaws in the process, you can sometimes get a model to output images extremely similar to particular training images, and it is also possible to get a model to pastiche a particular artist's work or style, but this is something that humans can also do and is a problem with the individual image that has been created, rather than the process in general.

Training an AI model is pretty clearly fair use, because you're not even really re-using the training images - you're deriving metadata that describes them, and using them to build new images. This is far more comparable to the process by which human artists learn concepts than the weird sort of "theft collage" that people seem to be convinced is going on. In many cases, the much larger training corpus of generative AI models means that an output will be far more abstracted from any identifiable source data (source data in fact is usually not identifiable) than a human being drawing from a reference, something we all agree is perfectly fine!

The only difference is that the AI process is happening in a computer with tangible data, and is therefore quantifiable. This seems to convince people that it is in some way more ontologically derivative than any other artistic process, because computers are assumed to be copying whereas the human brain can impart its own mystical juju of originality.

I'm a materialist and think this is very silly. The valid concerns around AI are to do with how society is unprepared for increased automation, but that's an entirely different conversation from the art theft one, and the latter actively distracts from the former. The complete refusal from some people to even engage with AI's existence out of disgust also makes it harder to solve the real problem around its implementation.

This sucks, because for a lot of people it's not really about copyright or intellectual property anyway. It's about that automation threat, and a sort of human condition anxiety about being supplanted and replaced by automation. That's a whole mess of emotions and genuine labour concerns that we need to work through and break down and resolve, but reactionary egg-throwing at all things related to machine learning is counterproductive to that, as is reading out legal mantras paraphrasing megacorps looking to expand copyright law to over shit like "art style".

I've spoken about this more elsewhere if you look at my blog's AI tag.

[yuujiheart]

Read the chp and I think I didn't find yujo plotline useless or unnecessary at all. I'll explain why. First of all we need to get rid of this idea that gege made yuta possess gojo's body to defeat sukuna.. Nope not at all.. The idea was to increase yuji and co's chances of winning against sukuna by getting rid of sukuna's domain.

We all know sukuna lost his ability to cast domain along with rct and in 249 we were reminded through yuta that he would soon regain it.

I want to remind you all sukuna's domain is an instakill as it not just slashes fucking everything but if by God's mercy you somehow survive that than kamino is there to cook you literally.. And he could spam it as much as he want thanks to his excellent usage of cursed energy .

Sukuna not being able to use his domain was a necessary condition for Juju high to win. As it makes the perfect opportunity for them to attack. .

In chp 258 because of yuji sukuna couldn't recover the rct output but instead got his domain back .... Now what did he do, he attempted to kill all of them. But thanks to todo everybody was saved but choso and yuji. Why???? Because they both were at the center of the domain where sukuna's ce was too strong.. Hence todo couldn't sense them to swap them..

Now yuji and todo has another opportunity to attack sukuna as he is unable to use his ct. But as soon as sukuna regained his ct he went for domain to kill both of them as sukuna can CLOSE the barriers easily preventing todo from using his ct..

Here comes yujo..why?? BECAUSE IT'S ONLY GOJO'S DOMAIN THAT CAN COUNTER SUKUNA'S OPEN BARRIER DOMAIN.. AND TO CAST THAT YUTA TOOK OVER GOJO'S BODY...

and that's exactly what happened he broke the domain which resulted in sukuna ct burnout.. Again giving yuji and todo an opportunity to do the job and thanks to that yuji got close to separating gumi and sukuna's souls...And that was the only reason yujo was there, that's why gege removed him from the fight as soon as he got rid of the domain..

Nobara was also reintroduced at the moment when sukuna was about to use his domain... That's why Gege brought her back at that particular moment and not before...

It is already established in series that sukuna only lost because of his incarnated body and by his own admission the only one who could actually deal the damage to him was only yuji and if I am predicting this right, then it's yuji because of whom they had any real chance to win against sukuna and they planned everything keeping this fact in their mind..

[euijoosorangeslice]

OKAY but imagine…

Heated make out session with Euijoo, but you stop out of nowhere just to tease him, but next time he’s even hungrier, so he ends up fucking you dumb for teasing him like that

Tension

warnings: euijoo turns quick from sub to dom, dry humping, creampie, edging, voyeurism, man handling, hair pulling, a lot fluffy bc its euijoo and i love him!

It was early morning, the sun rising through your window. You and Euijoo were on a vacation from work, taking the weekend to be alone and away from the group. You turned to your boyfriend, still asleep under the covers. He had worked so hard in the past week, you were so glad to have such a determined boyfriend. Kissing his forehead lightly, you stood up and walked into the hotel kitchen.

You thought it would be nice to make him food, so you made some sandwiches, with egg, vegetable, ham, ketchup, mayo, cheese and on toasted bread. You made some rice, putting it in a side bowl and using one of the hotel plates to make the food look even more appetizing. Pouring orange juice into two glasses, you put your meals onto the table. You were wearing one of his tees, and some underwear under.

Starting to wash the dishes you made, you felt a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist. "Good afternoon, darling. You made me breakfast," he mumbled, "I didn't expect all this." He kissed your neck, laying his head on your shoulder. "You wash, I'll dry?" He suggested, letting you finish up with the dishes.

"No, it's fine. You just go wash your hands." Euijoo sighed, walking to the bathroom. Sometimes, you two would argue about who helps around the house, because neither of you want to let the other one lift a finger. You dried off the dishes, placing them back in the cabinets. Euijoo came back from the bathroom, you hugging him tightly. "Come on, let's eat." You both sat down, eating your sandwiches in peace. You loved how Euijoo looked at you with so much love in his eyes.

You guys finished your breakfast, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Euijoo still wrapped an arm around your waist, smiling at you subtly. You guys went to go watch TV, you cuddled under Euijoo's arm watching some shitty predictable k-drama. You kissed his cheek, making him turn his head towards you and kiss you on your lips. He quickly pulled you by your waist onto his lap, deepening the kiss.

Shoving his tongue down your throat, you realized that Euijoo wasn't feeling as innocent as you thought he would be. You sucked on his tongue, pushing your heat against his half-hard cock. He groaned into your mouth, pushing his hips up towards your core. Slowly grinding against his cock, you could tell by the way he was panting and whining into your mouth that he was close.

Out of nowhere, you pulled your mouth away from his, smirking teasingly. "I'm sorta tired. I think I'm going to head back to bed. Besides, we have a long day ahead of us. I planned something special for us later." Euijoo pouted, playing with his fingers and wincing at his throbbing dick. "B-but baby-" "Juju, you can cuddle with me if you want. Just no funny business, okay?"

You stood up, walking back over to the bedroom. Euijoo could've sworn he was hallucinated. You never had done this to him before, leaving him feeling neglected. Either way, he followed you to the bed and laid down with you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, slightly pushing his erection against your ass. That usually gets you, right? Usually at least enough for a blowjob?

But you ignored his advances, genuinely going back to sleep and taking a nap. Euijoo whined, getting out of bed and going to the bathroom to jerk himself off, daydreaming about your body to get off.

-----

You woke up to your boyfriend fixing his button up in the mirror, taking the opportunity to shower and get dressed. You wore a navy tight dress that stopped at your knees, Euijoo matching with his pants. "Ready, Juju?" You asked, watching him adjust his belt. He only gave you a look, grabbing you by your wrist and taking you outside to the car.

He practically tossed you into the passenger seat, putting the directions into the console. "I p-planned a dinner date for us. Aren't you excited?" Euijoo smirked, shutting the car door. "Very. Just wait to see what i have planned when we get back." His face showed slight annoyance, which made you worry, but it also got you a little wet.

When you two arrived at the restaurant, you went to your reserved table. Euijoo knew that you prefer to sit across from him, so you two sat in the nicely decorated place. You two ordered some wine, drinking cream sherry. Euijoo suggested it because he had 'enjoyed the taste', but the waiter said it had a high alcohol percentage.

He ordered you very expensive beef, watching you enjoy your meal. "Tastes good right?" Euijoo smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah. Really good." You couldn't even look at him because you were shoving vegetables down your throat. He ate his own meal quickly, you two ordering dessert and eating some chocolate cake. "Euijoo, this place is really nice! I wish we could go here more often." "I'm glad your enjoying it.'

When you two left the restaurant, Euijoo seemed to be in a rush to get home. He was practically speeding down to road back to the hotel. You walked back into your hotel room, Euijoo shutting the door and pushing you up against it. "I'm gonna make you remember who's in charge." he whispered into your ear, biting it slightly to make you moan. Picking you up bridal style and taking you to the bedroom, making out the entire way there. He dropped you onto the bed, unbuckling his belt as you took off your dress and panties.

He sucked on his fingers, shoving two of them inside of you. "Juju~ fuck that feels so good." Your walls quickly clenched around his fingers, watching as Euijoo bit his lip. He immediately took his fingers out, hastily replacing them with his cock. "W-wait Euijoo!" He shoved in all the way, making you moan loudly as he reached your cervix. "See, you took it. Now shut up and take my cock."

Euijoo gripped your shoulders, thrusting roughly into you. "F-fuck Juju! You feel so good." You tangled your hands into his wavy hair, Euijoo moaning at the pleasure from your tight tugs. "God, fuck. I wish I could show everyone right now. How good your taking my cock." His hips sped up, your moans staggering.

He picked you up, pushing you against the open hotel window and fucking you roughly. Your sweaty skin on your back stuck to the window, Euijoo using it as support to speed up the pace. "I hope those people outside can see how much of a whore you are, hm? You much you love getting you hole stuffed all the way full." Speeding up the pace, you couldn't help but unravel onto his cock. Squirting onto his length, you both were shocked in the moment.

Euijoo's eyes went wide, but he was extremely turned on. He came inside of you extremely quick. "Woah. You...uh. I've never seen you do that before," he barely spoke above a whisper, still in shock. Gently placing you onto the bed, he filled up the bathtub with bubbles. Lowering you into the tub, he climbed in with you, you two sitting in comfortable silence.

"Sorry about...all of that. I guess I got a little carried away," Euijoo apologized, making you softly smile. "I liked it," you spoke, kissing his cheek. "Can we finish that k-drama now?"

[battleangel]

Salivating & Waiting...

They want people living in fear with a scarcity mindset full of self-doubt blaming themselves for an unsuccessful job search.

Who is "they"?

The Fed. The government. World leaders & politicians. Industry titans & leviathans.

The elite rulers of this world.

You know. Them.

All of the screaming headlines about half of a point of an interest rate cut boil down to that.

The Fed is controlled by a Board of Governors selected by the President then confirmed by the Senate — who serve a term of FOURTEEN YEARS.

All old white men like Chairman Powell.

They CAUSE recessions ON PURPOSE by PURPOSELY RAISING INTEREST RATES to make things LESS AFFORDABLE, to allow LESS BORROWING, LESS HOMES BEING PURCHASED, LESS JOBS, TIGHTER ECONOMY.

So, then it goes back to being an employer market and they have the control & leverage again, jobs are tight and scarce, the economy sucks and the job market is challenging.

Just how they want it.

People are less likely to take a chance, pursue off beat opportunities, take risks — which are all of the things that lead to learning & growth often times especially when you fail — its not based on whether its a "successful" outcome — its based on, did you learn anything from your various challenges, trials & tribulations.

Did you learn anything as a person? Were you challenged? Did you grow? Did you learn life lessons? Did you gain resilience? Did you gain confidence in who you were as a person?

Its not really about — did you make money? Was it profitable? Was it a financial success?

Its — did you learn more about your SELF — your actual self as a person — your dreams, your inspirations, your moxie, your fire, your spirit, your verve, your juju, your juice, your essence, your uniqueness, what makes you you.

Did you challenge yourself? Did you grow as a person?

Did you change, evolve, transform?

Did you alchemize your experiences?

Did you elevate? Did you change your state of mind & state of being?

Sometimes those lessons can actually only come from conventional "failure".

They want people operating in a low 3D mindset that just has them endlessly chasing clout, titles, prestige & companys brand names. Influence, Wealth. Money. Material things. Possessions. The flex. Vacations. Homes. Cars. Clothes. Shoes. Bags. Makeup. Luxury.

Chasing. The energy of want, lack, need. Scarcity mindset. Fear. Feelings of worthlessness & inadequacy. Envy & jealousy. Bitterness. Self doubt. Mental exhaustion & fatigue. Desperation.

The vibes of, "I'll take anything I can get. I hope they want me. So many other people have been laid off."

Fear of additional layoffs.

Chasing stability & security as the goal instead of change, discomfort, transformation & alchemization.

Surface, no substance.

Gloss & shine, no substance.

So, the Fed repeatedly causes recessions at scripted, planned, timed intervals. Then they will cut the interest rates & the economy will predictably grow.

If you question the Federal Reserve — why cant it be abolished? Why cant we go back to the gold standard? Why cant we go back to a time where there was no central banking authority?

You will invariably be told the following:

Shut the fuck up, you're not an economist.

Something something Panic of 1907.

Something something without the Fed there would be constant recessions every 3 to 5 years.

Something something the US is the worlds default currency so the Fed is necessary.

Something something inflation would be out of control.

Notice that none of the trite responses above actually even addresses anything that I typed prior — that the recessions are on PURPOSE.

The Feds website clearly & plainly states this — they seek to ensure "maximum employment" while "avoiding inflation" — why do you think they seek "maximum employment"?

They want people to be insecure, unsure of themselves, stressed, pressed, depressed & obsessed.

They dont want people trying new things, taking chances, taking risks, failing in order to learn, failing in order to grow, failing in order to transform.

They dont want people alchemizing.

They dont want people questioning THEIR current system.

If you look at LinkedIn's screaming headlines about the Fed's interest rate cuts — dont they seem a bit scripted to you? A bit contrived & forced? A bit transparent & obvious?

Almost to the point of parody?

Do you actually think anyone in power's actual goal is for people to be employed, satisfied, content, financially solvent, not drowning in debt, not panicking, not struggling to pay bills, not struggling to afford groceries, struggling to pay rent, to keep a roof over their heads, working multiple jobs, part time & full time, living in fear of yet another layoff, another reduction in force, becoming "redundant"?

Living in fear of endless online applications, auto rejections, ghosting, being unemployed for months after unemployment runs out, being evicted, losing your house, living out of your car, having your car repossessed, furniture repossessed, couch surfing, being homeless?

Being overly grateful & sucking off whichever employer deigns to give them an actual job, falling in line, vowing to never move around again, never leave again, never quit without a job lined up again, as the job search process — BY DESIGN — is too arduous, too debilitating, too soul crushing, too confidence killing, too draining, too depressing, too fatiguing, too exhausting, too humiliating, too crushing to your humanity, too inhumane?

And then you bust your ass, stay put & get laid off anyway.

And youre too drained, too tired, too depressed, too exhausted, too fatigued to even think about starting your own business, to even think about freelancing, to even think about creating social media content with the hopes of monetizing it, to even think about being a delivery driver for Doordash, to even think about delivering groceries for Instacart, to even think about being a rideshare driver for Lyft, to even think about using your expertise to start a knowledge as a service (KAAS) coaching or consulting business, to even think about becoming an author, to even think about becoming a public speaker...

To even think.

Just the way they want it.

They want you obsessively chasing money your entire career. Along with basing your entire identity & self-worth on a job title and name brand company that can be taken away from you at any time and at any moment.

They want you breathlessly monitoring every movement that Powell & the Fed makes, reading every prediction, waiting for every interest rate cut, every half point.

Salivating & waiting.

Hanging on their every word, every speech, every update.

Like a conditioned Pavlovian dog.

They want you believing the lie that the economy is doing well right now??????????

With the US presidential election literally next month?

Anyone who is currently job searching like I am right now knows that the US economy is absolute dog shit right now.

Every remote posting has hundreds of applications within literally a few hours.

While on-site positions obviously have way less applicants, the economy is challenging as fuck right now, despite the lies of the Fed to the contrary who keep insisting that we are absolutely not in a recession right now when literally anyone who is currently job searching right now can see that the economy sucks dick with their own eyes.

Never believe what your lying eyes are telling you.

But you should believe the Fed...right?

Because Chairman Powell & the board of governors of the Federal Reserve are NOT appointed by the US President and they DONT serve a term of FOURTEEN years...right?

It's all a script. It's all a set up. It's all on purpose. It's all forced. It's all contrived. It's all programmed.

They want everyone in a 3D mindset.

They dont want people experiencing their ego death, self-ascending into a multidimensional 10D mindset.

Your original mindset before you were born as a human being.

The real, actual you. Prior to your human incarnation. That is a limitless energetic being. Just like your imagination and your dreams — you as a being & entity are also limitless.

They want you to forget and suppress and not remember who and what you really are.

So you stay trapped in the 3D garbage of dog eat dog, competing to get ahead, fucking for clout, starfucking, ego, status, wealth, image, prestige, title, name brand, zeros in bank account, six figures, making it, envy, jealousy, success, excess, vacations, luxury, travel, fashion, cars, flexing, performance reviews, 2% to 3% annual raises, promotions, chasing, lying, cutting corners, scrambling over peoples backs, anything to get ahead, backbiting, kissing ass of all the people that you want to know...

And then the Fed just literally repeats the cycle every few months and every few years.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

I am going to be 43 this month and have already seen this cycle play out again and again within my own lifetime.

But the response is always that the markets didnt respond as predicted, inflation went up too high, the economy was softer than expected, less resilient than expected, consumers were tighter on spending than expected, job market didnt heat up as much as expected, housing market didnt rebound as expected, didnt react as expected.

And its all bullshit.

They want to perpetually keep people in low vibrational energy by ensuring they are always obsessing about, worrying about & endlessly chasing money.

They don't want workers having confidence in themselves to take chances, risks, to have a goal of failing to learn grow transform & alchemize, to quit a job in less than a month, to leave a job without having a job lined up, being a job hopper, starting a business, starting multiple businesses, having a side hustle, having multiple side hustles, becoming a social media content creator with a posting schedule & trying to monetize your content & become a full-time content creator, becoming a freelancer, working fractionally, working as an independent contractor, getting hired as a vendor, getting paid on a 1099, becoming a blogger, author, speaker, coach, consultant...

They dont want you being expansive.

Knowing that your thoughts create your reality.

Being high ass vibes.

They want you stuck in THEIR rat race where they purposely move the cheese around the maze for 50 years then you ask yourself at 65 what the fuck the point of everything was.

[r0semultiverse]

PREDICTIONS FOR HSBC UPD8: Tonight we’ll get...

Commander Karkat dies

Tavros Crocker held hostage by the brig boys much to the horror of Jake

Gamzee’s heart was jumpstarted by the lollipop juju or something else and he’s running wild beyond the grave or in trickster mode as a sort of troll zombie.

Meenah’s ring of life gets stolen RIP

Ultimate Dirk is doing something with his homebrew SBURB game and/or Arquiusprite is there helping Dirk prep for the game.

Jade gets told that Rose and/or Tavros are gone and it breaks her concentration on keeping the force field up (and that’s the cliffhanger we get for the first update of this month)

Dave and Aradia doing more time powers training and Jade is there (or they all smoke weed or something)

We get some dialogue with Kanaya (on the green space ship) talking to Roxy about Rose going off with Dirk.

Alt Calliope tries to once again posses Jade

Aradia tells Sollux its time to GTFO of there and he’s surprised she’s back, asks for 5 more minutes and she asks what game he’s playing and they catch up.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for a @astrangersummer.

Feels Like Karma

Week #12 Prompt: Forgotten | Word Count: 483 | Rating: M | POV: Barb | Characters: Barb, Nancy, Steve, Tommy H. & Carol | CW: Language, Mentions of Off-Screen Underage Sex (Canon) | Tags: S1, Missing Scene from "The Weirdo on Maple Street", Steve's Pool Party, Barb's Hurt, She Isn't Having a Good Time, So She's a Little Salty Towards All These Assholes

She didn't even want to come to Steve Harrington's house tonight, now she's been cast aside and forgotten. What Nancy swore she wouldn't be. Barb knew better, she did, and yet she wanted to believe. Wanted to pretend that her best friend wouldn't just ditch her for Steve Harrington's oft-ridden dick.

It may not be the orgy she'd snarkily predicted, but it's still disgusting.

Nancy was wearing a new bra, even if she lied about it, like she really thought she could sit there and tell her this wasn't the whole purpose of the night? Okay, sure.

Barb wasn't born yesterday.

And maybe she should have just let Nancy go by herself. Maybe she should have dropped her off and bowed out, went home, and read her book. Because she knew that this wouldn't be fun. But she also didn't want to be left out.

Even if that meant hanging out with Tommy H. and Carol, watching them go upstairs to have sex in Mr. and Mrs. Harrington's bed, like massive assholes. And they always have been. Now that's something they should just turn a blind-eye to, like all of high school, and middle school never happened? Well, Barb won't pretend she doesn't know these people.

She doesn't have warm and fuzzy thoughts about Steve Harrington. He's not completely terrible, but he's still who he is, and that's never gonna change. He's always gonna be King Steve. Spoiled, and self-centered, and thinking of nothing but himself.

He doesn't really care about Nancy. Barb knows that, even if Nancy doesn't.

He just wants in her pants.

Because she knows Steve. And Tommy H. and Carol, unfortunately. Even if she wishes she didn't.

So, she'll sit out here on this stupid diving board and wait for Steve to give Nancy the three pumps she's so obviously dying to get from him, and then they'll go home. Go back to normal, reset the status quo that has somehow been lost lately.

Barb looks down at her hand. Her thumb fucking hurts. It's throbbing and she's ready to go home, to take something for it. For as rich as they are, the Harrington medicine cabinet was severely lacking. She had to settle for wrapping it in a hopefully clean, dish rag. 

It's still bleeding. She hopes it doesn't need stitches, because that's going to be hard to explain to her parents. Not that they wouldn't believe any lie she'd tell, they probably would, but it's the principle of the matter. Getting hurt doing something really dumb feels like karma.

Bad juju.

Still, she can't just leave Nancy here. She, however reluctantly, agreed to be her guardian for the night to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.

Too late.

But she can wait for her to make this mistake, get it out of her system, and then they can just forget all about it in the morning.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @astrangersummer and follow along with the fun!

Notes: I obviously don't share her thoughts towards Steve Harrington, lol, and I hate that Barb never saw Steve's character growth and transformation. Of course, it might never have happened if what happened to her didn't, setting so much into motion in Steve and Nancy's lives.

[nicky35]

fr unbiased opinion: do u think uconn has a shot at winning natty? i think sarah plus a healthy azzi makes uconn scary asf but other teams are stacking too. like usc juju and kiki is spooky!

honestly march madness is always a toss up and there will always be crazy upsets that you just can't predict. south carolina is obviously still a scary team and usc is looking strong. i think it's hard to say right now when we haven't even seen this new team play together yet. we lost two starters and that will drastically change the team dynamic on the floor.

[imaginespazzi]

Thank you 😊 As long as I survive the night out on the town in DC the evening before should be great ha. (Manifesting a good performance already Washington..). I just hope that the squad is mostly healthy at that point.

Yes for the love of God Indy please start pulling off some wins. Lots of season to go, hoping for the best 🤞. (Also hey Liberty are my other team! 🙌)

Ok, Full Court Press highlight thoughts:

I always just love little behind the scenes looks! Seeing insight to NIL stuff was cool. And I get they dont really have to, but it always slays me that these athletes cant really cook!And I thought it was a really good mix of players with them all being prominent but very different individuals. CC bias was predictable but also logical given Iowa had another run to the title game. I was mostly bothered by the amount of time we had her bf on screen. Like I get thats a significant other, but why are we hearing from this dude constantly? He just didnt really offer anything for the audience as a narrator imo. Also the others just may not be in relationships, but it seemed an odd choice given that just family members were featured otherwise for everyone. Cardoso's journey was really interesting to me. I wasnt aware of all of her tough family circumstances back home. Makes me feel good for her success. And Kiki.. honestly kinda just blindsided by how attractive she is and realization of who her aunt was! (Really brought home the fact that I dont get to watch enough west coast bball lol)

Oh and from your other recent asks - I sincerely hope, as someone who is half Irish, that no one here has ever thought Im British! (Kidding everyone, Ive got a total soft spot for the English and who doesnt adore a pub)

Died laughing at your last tag replying to my ask btw. Not wrong 😅

Best - ☕️

LMAO here's to you having a memorable (in the best way possible) night babe!

AHHH TWIN! The Liberty (please don't embarrass me against the Sky again) and Sun are my two main teams this season so tbh I very much was not rooting for Indiana at all but now? We are Fever fans on this page (that hurt to write actually).

Yes I love the BTS we got and seeing them in their day to day lives out of the court was really refreshing, like they're all so much more than just players and I think we forget that sometimes.

Ugh in general I don't understand why CC's boyfriend gets the attention he does like who the hell is that man even? Literally as plain as toast and just bad vibes all around tbh.

I think Kamilla's part was my favorite tbh. I knew a little bit about her background but really getting into the BTS of it made me feel so much for her. Her reunion with her family was everything and she deserves the whole world.

Kiki really is beautiful. I'm really glad they chose to do UCLA who honestly maybe didn't get the coverage they deserved last year. And getting a little into the Betts stuff, damn.

I'm really hoping we get Paige, Juju and Flau'jae next year, that'll feed families for years to come!

I cackled a little bit writing that tag so I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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[muniimyg]

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he'll give in... right?

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oc has always had a crush on her bodyguard, nam joon. when her monthly family dinner goes to shit, she turns to him for comfort. tonight, it was different. tonight, he just might give her exactly what she wants

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pairing: bodyguard nam joon + heiress oc 

au/genre:

bodyguard au

one shot

porn with(out) plot

warnings: oc has some grandma issues, oc is insanely unhinged (oc makes nam joon watch as she pleasures herself), masturbation/fingering (oc makes him hold her hand while she fingers herself), nipple play, blow job (oc chokes), slapping (of face and ass) and riding... name calling (joon calls her a slut, whore, and bitch), cockwarming ?? making out,, yeah idk ! find the rest out for urself ;)

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“I hate this fucking life!” 

Before you can slam your bedroom door shut, a foot is placed to prevent you from doing so. 

You huff, knowing exactly who is following you.

There was no point putting up a fight. Regardless of what you do, you know exactly how he would handle you. So, you move on. You focus on your feelings and the stress wrapped around it. As you take off your skirt and unbutton your blouse, he makes his way to his regular position.

Nam Joon stands beside the door, feet firmly planted on the ground, his hands placed in front, and his gaze straight ahead. If this was any other bodyguard, their presence would irritate you and ignite your anger even more… But this was Nam Joon. 

It’s different. 

Oddly enough, there's a sense of comfort when he's around. It feels like it's okay for you to be angry and throw a tantrum. He'd cover for you. He'd protect you. He'd deal with you.

Regardless, this is routine.

Once a month, you attend your infamous grandmother’s family dinner. There, you’d share your company’s progress and plans, and receive criticism.

No praise.

No empathy.

No encouragement.

It is never good enough for her. Even though you have a more successful business than your siblings and cousins—it meant nothing To your grandmother, it didn’t matter.

It always better.

To do better.

To be better.

After these horrendous dinners, you’d go home in tears. The pressure she’d put on you is often unnecessary, but you feel it. To your very core, you feel how intense the need to please her is.

Sometimes, you were angry. Often, you were sad.

For comfort, you’d typically contact your family friend, Jung Hoseok for some… Release. Sometimes, it was talking things through. Other times, it included fucking… But those nights were rare.

During those times, Nam Joon would wait outside the door. It made you wonder that night if he liked what he heard… Or if he felt jealous…

If he even gave it a second thought at all.

You see…

You’ve been unhinged since birth. By your grandmother’s orders, she hired a bodyguard service for you. To keep you in check or whatever (as if you’re this wild child that isn’t running the biggest company in your family). To keep you safe. To keep an eye on you. To keep you from doing bad things.

Sucks to suck because the only bad thing you want to do is your bodyguard. 

Thank you, Grandma!

When Nam Joon came into your life, it felt like Christmas. He’s tall, handsome, smart, and funny in his own ways. If anything, he’s perfect for you. Aside it being his job, you really feel like he knows you. Your next moves and even your feelings—he’s good at predicting and protecting them.

It’s like not you could hide your intentions and attraction either. No, you take any and every chance to flirt with him.

Truth be told, you really need him to dick you down.

“Crazy how I’m literally changing in front of you and you would rather look at the wall,” you tease, as you unclip your bra and throw it at his head. 

Nam Joon removes your bra from his head and continues to stay silent. Him ignoring you is something he does when he knows your emotions are high.

Rolling your eyes, you open your closet and grab your pajamas. You chose wisely, of course… You noticed Nam Joon’s eyes linger a little longer when you wear flimsy things. So, that’s exactly what you wear tonight.

A little ditzy floral pyjama set.

The fabric itself is thin and tight, making it easy for your nipples and the curve of your breast to be outlined. The shorts are practically panties… Guess you won’t be needing underwear either, right? 

Once you put on the top, you bend down to take your underwear off. You throw it back, aiming for his head again. Perfectly, it lands just where you want it to.

“Oops! Sorry, I meant to get that in my laundry bin.” You explain, laughing as you put the shorts on. 

You see Nam Joon’s shoulders rise and fall. He sighs, as he takes your underwear off of his head and places it in your laundry bin for you. 

Cutely, you bump into him as you make your way to bed. Nam Joon purses his lips at you, almost feeling the need to choke when he sets his eyes on your pajamas. 

You were doing this on purpose.

He knows it.

Tilting your head at him, you ask, “Do you like it?”

Nam Joon clears his throat as he stands to the side. Gestures at your bed, he ignores your question but replies with; “you’ve had a long day, Ms. ___. Please go to bed.”

“You know what else is long?”

“Ms. ___—”

“Oh, come on!” you whine, as you drop to your knees. “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve asked.”

“It’s also not the first time I’m saying no,” he chuckles. Then, he bends down, grabs you by the waist, and lifts you. 

Your heart begins to race as he carries you.

He’s done this only a couple of times—more because you were having a temper-tantrum and he had to remove you from the environment. There was also this one time when you were crying so much at your grandmother’s dinner table that he swooped in like a knight in shining armour. That was probably the day you felt something for him…

A feeling beyond your wet pussy, that is. 

Nam Joon sets you gently on your bed. As you lay, you reach for his hand. He turns to you and blinks.

“Joon…”

“Did you need something?”

“You.”

He squints his eyes at you.

“Go to sleep, Ms. ___.”

“Awh, come on!” you cry as he leaves your side. You miss your heart fluttering already. “You don’t even have to make me cum—”

With a warning tone, he interrupts you. “Goodnight, Ms. ___.”

Annoyed, you shift around your bed and attempt to make yourself comfortable. Unfortunately for you, all you can think about are your grandmother’s harsh words from tonight's dinner and the silence of your siblings and cousins whose lips did not even twitch to defend you.

Your grandmother’s invasive words begin to consume you. The feeling is… Horrible. It was rough, to say the least. Maybe, instead of distracting yourself… You could use Nam Joon for something else. 

“Do you think my grandma hates me?” you ask with a weary tone. 

Nam Joon reaches over to dim your bedroom lights and takes his time to walk back to his placement. As he does so, he thinks about it. This was also routine of you….

To hit on him, to get sad and look for comfort, and then finally go to sleep. It wasn’t every night—just the family dinner ones. On the regular, it would just be you making one or two flirtatious commentaries and then falling asleep as soon as possible. 

Moments where you look for validation and comfort he thinks these are the purest moments of you. The fact that you’re about to rest, but can’t because you’re reflecting on the things that make you feel uneasy… Well, let’s just say that it’s on the list of reasons why he hasn’t quit his job. Aside from liking his profession, he also likes you. 

There’s never a dull moment. 

“I think she just wants you to be the best.” He answers plainly. “She just doesn’t express it well.”

You sigh. “So that means what I do right now isn’t the best? It’s not good enough? Is that it?”

“No,” Nam Joon shakes his head. “I think she expects more because you are more. The potential she wants from you is real because it lives in you. She’s impatient about seeing it, but business is all about growth and building. Ms. ___, you know you’re amazing, right? You’re perfect. Your grandmother could never hate you even though it may feel like it.”

Snickering, you cross your arms. “Are you just saying that because you’re on her payroll?”

“No,” he assures you. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth. Besides, you’re smart enough to know when I’m lying anyway.”

His words hit you. 

Suddenly feel better. There’s no other way of explaining why. Sometimes, all you really need is a friend… But being friends with Nam Joon?

You hate that. 

“... So, you think I’m amazing?”

Nam Joon doesn’t respond. 

So, you try again.

“If I’m so amazing… Then, why don’t you want me? No one’s here, you know! It’s just you and me. Nothing bad is gonna happen… You don’t need to protect me—”

“Ms. ___—”

“I’ve wanted you for so long… You know it too! Come on, I know you just as well as you know me—“

“Highly doubt that, princess.”

“I want to know you… All of you,” you confess, quickly getting out of bed. You stand in front of him and look up at him. Batting your eyelashes, you try to sound as innocent as possible. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Nam Joon feels a shiver.

He gulps as you place your hand on his chest, slowly moving it around to feel him. In an even slower motion, you begin to slide your hand down from his chest to his abdomen. He lowers his gaze at you as you give him pleading eyes. Gulping, he watches your hands make their way to his belt. 

Then, he stops you. 

Just as you’re about to unbuckle it, he grabs your wrists and pulls you up. 

“I don’t want you.”

His words cut deep and his tone is harsh. 

Too harsh. 

There’s a look in his eyes that you’re well aware of. In that understanding, you don’t feel so awful anymore. So, you keep your head high. If he wants to play like this, then so be it. 

Let’s play. 

“Good thing I’m smart and I know when you’re lying.” You then place your hand on his cheeks and squish his lips together. Tiptoeing, you place a small kiss on his lips. 

Nam Joon is caught off guard. 

This never happened before! It never went this far…

He thought he was immune to you. In a cliché sense, he didn’t this would happen. He’d be an idiot to not recognize that sexual tension between you two since the very beginning—but he never pictured it like this. 

He never pictured his dreams to come true. 

Just as Nam Joon is about to give in, you pull away. 

It’s then that he hates himself. He wishes he spent more time memorizing the way your lips felt against his. Who knows if you’d ever do this to him again, right? This was a once-in-a-million for him. 

You’re his one. 

“Since you want to stand there and watch… Fine. Stand there and watch.” 

Without saying another word, you twirl his tie in your hand and gentle tug him to follow as you make your way back to your bed. Nam Joon doesn’t really move though. He stays still, only letting his head turn as you let go of his tie. He watches with lustful eyes as you crawl onto your bed. Positioning yourself, you lean your back against your headboard and sit up in a way where you can comfortably plant your feet. Nam Joon’s eyes almost fall out of his head the second you suck on your fingers, open your legs, and shove your lubed fingers inside your shorts. 

Nam Joon feels stuck.

He should look away, right? For some reason, he can’t. He has looked the other way every time you changed or tried to kiss him… Tonight, was different.

Tonight, he was weak. 

As you let out a breathy moan, you begin to rub yourself. 

Feeling the way your soft pussy is against your fingers, you whimper at the thought of Nam Joon caving and taking his place in between your legs. You apply some pressure and rub circles on your clit. Doing this begins slowly, but as you stare at Nam Joon in his suit, you can’t help but feel sensations in your pelvis. You rub yourself faster, feeling your legs tighten as you do so. 

You rub yourself for what feels like a good 5 minutes. Noticing how quiet it suddenly became and how he’s not making any comments, you take this opportunity to tease him. 

With a small voice, you ask, “N-Nam Joon… A-are y-you watching?”

He doesn’t respond. 

“Can y-you look at me, p-please?” you stutter through the sensation. “I’m touching my pussy for you… So you have to be watching, okay? This is for you.” 

Expecting silence, Nam Joon surprises you with his words. 

“I’m watching, princess.”

You feel a relief. 

In an even softer tone, you whine, “Good. D-do you like it? Do you like what you see? Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah,” he confesses. “Doing so good, princess. Don’t stop.”

Biting your lip, you spread your legs out even more. As you rub yourself, you squirm from the feeling of this not being enough. 

Meanwhile, Nam Joon feels like he’s stuck in a trance. He can’t keep his eyes off of you as you pleasure yourself. He wishes to do it for you… But not yet. A part of him is curious to see how far you can push yourself. How much can you take? How far will you go? He wants to know when he’s needed… He wants to wait it out and let you have this. 

“My pussy is leaking through my shorts… Is it pretty?”

Nam Joon’s breath hitches. “Yeah. It’s pretty.”

“I’m glad you think so… I’m thinking of you. You made this mess.”

The truth is, he’s afraid when you give this to him… He won’t be able to quit. He’ll be selfish. He’ll have you any way he wants and ignore what you want. So, this is him being considerate. This is him being patient. This is him letting you have your fun. 

“Should I stick my fingers inside?” 

He utters a hiss... Yet, with a soft tone, he encourages you, “Do what you want.”

“I need help.”

Nam Joon huffs. “You can do it yourself. If you can start this, you can finish.”

You groan, throwing your head back. “A-arghh, fine… Can you hold my hand though?”

He raises a brow. 

But he also picks up his feet and makes his way to you. 

He stands on the side of your bed and offers you his hand. Gladly, you take it. With your other hand, you split your folds open. Tugging on his hand, you pout. 

“Can you spit on it? I would do it but… Your spit would help me cum faster.” 

Too stunned to speak, Nam Joon sucks his inner cheek, runs his tongue along his teeth, and gathers spit from the back of his throat. He then leans over and—

“Mhmm,” you moan, massaging his spit in your pussy. “Fuck, that got me so horny. Are you horny?”

Nam Joon glares at you. 

“Hurry up and cum,” he hisses. “ I’m supposed to be watching—”

“You are, aren’t you?”

Nam Joon gets the feeling you’re alluding to something completely different from his job. It makes him sick to his stomach that he’s fucking into it. God, did you have to be this compelling? All he can do is push you away… At least, try to. 

“This is getting ridiculous.”

You let a small laugh escape your lips. “Are you serious?”

He shrugs. 

“Nam Joon, you’re holding my hand, spitting on my pussy, and about to watch me finger myself… Me asking you if you’re horny is where you’re deciding this is ridiculous—”

“___, just fucking cum already.”

Instantly, you roll your eyes at him. 

The attitude.

He needs his dick sucked or something.

In response, you wiggle your fingers at him. He gives you a blank expression and turns away for a moment. You take that as your sign to start. With one finger, you insert it inside you. Your pussy clenches and your reaction extends to you squeezing Nam Joon’s hand. As you finger yourself, you try to focus on hitting your climax. 

It’s much more frustrating than it is easy. The man whose cock you desperately want inside of you is just fucking standing there while your fingers do you no justice. 

So, in the silence of your dimly lit bedroom, you shut your eyes and imagine him more intensely. You imagine Nam Joon’s fingers inside you. You imagine how his lips would feel against your skin. How his soft tongue would feel like giving your clit kitten licks. You moan at the very thought, and get excited over the fact that he’s actually here. Even though he’s not touching you the way you want right now, at least he was here. 

He was watching.

Listening to every whimper.

Every breathy utter of his name. 

Then, you feel the sensation in between your legs take over. You pump your fingers faster and lazily begin to rub yourself to finish off. You squirm, murmuring his name in between breaths.

Nam Joon can’t stop watching the way your pussy spreads and how tiny your fingers are. Every time you squeeze his hand, his eyes dart to the way your pussy gets more swollen. On top of that, he loves the way your chest rises. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now. 

He’d kill to lick them. 

To bite them. 

To suck on them. 

Fuck it.

Maybe he should fold. 

So lost in thought, he misses it. In a blink of an eye, you cum and let out a lewd moan. As you catch your breath, you let go of his hand and massage your pussy. 

“Are you finished?” Nam Joon asks. 

You let out a dramatic sigh. “Yeah, I guess. It was fun but honestly? I’m still horny.”

“Not good enough?” 

“You tell me,” you grab his hand and tug him to your pussy.

He didn’t expect it.

It’s too late for him. By the time he registered what you were doing, his fingers were already inbetween your folds. You hold his wrist and control the way he touches you. Dragging his hands up and down, you feel tingles begin again. 

“See? I came, right?”

“Y-yeah,” Nam Joon stutters for the first time tonight. “So wet.”

You scoff. “I usually cum more than this… This is so weird! I don’t get what I did wrong. I thought of you as usual—”

“Princess…” He takes his hand away, signaling you that you’re crossing the line. Shrugging, you offer him an innocent look. “Don’t.”

“Taste me,” you suggest. “If you don’t like the way I taste then you can go back to your little spot over there and do whatever you want. You can keep listening and watching me pleasure myself… But just know, I won’t cum for a long time. I’m horny as fuck but I just can’t get off all by myself! It’s too hard… Deal?”

“Deal? You’re insane,” he grumbles. “Do you hear yourself?”

“I do…” you assure him. “Do you hear me? Because it doesn’t have to be like that. You can stand over there—hey, I’ll even let you jerk off—or you can do it yourself. Make me cum. Fuck me as hard as you can. Take what you want. Your choice.” 

Nam Joon gulps as you sit up and wrap your arms around his neck. Tilting your head at him, you look into his eyes and wait for his decision. 

Nam Joon waits for a second too long. 

Your gaze softens as you take his silence as a no. That’s okay. You can just keep touching yourself and drag it out longer. It’d be fun for you anyway… This was his loss. 

As you pull away, just as you’re about to lay down, Nam Joon cups your cheeks and crashes his lips against yours. He kisses you deep, slipping his tongue in. You waste no time, finding his tongue and sucking on it as he pull away for air. You smile against his kiss, and continue to make out with him. His hands travel from your cheeks to your breast and holy shit.

You’re so fucking happy.

He palms your breasts and pays special attention to your nipples. They’re so hard and sensitive. He knows it. So, he takes his time.

First, he pitches them lightly. You gasp and he laughs into the kiss. Mumbling, “sorry, sorry… my bad, princess,” into your kiss. He runs his thumb over your nipples, stimulating your drive evn more. He then twists them and earns another gasp from you. This time, a moan follows. Next, he cups your entire breast with his hands and squeezes them. Pulling away from the kiss, he scrunches your top over your breasts and dives in. 

He licks your nipples, slaps your breasts, and bites them. 

God, when he bites them—

“O-okay, okay,” you stop him, “gonna need you to start fucking me or else I’m gonna cum with you just doing this.”

“Like me that much?” he teases.

You glare at him. “Might lose interest after seeing your dick though.”

With that, Nam Joon folds. 

He towers over you, as your hands instantly make their way to unbutton his shirt. Midway through, he kisses you. It’s deep and desperate—like he has wanted this for so long too. 

When his shirt is off, you move on to unbuckle his belt. You do it as quickly as possible, ever so happy to finally be able to see his length. Taking his pants off, he tosses them aside.

You can’t believe it. 

His cock is so perfect. 

It’s chiseled like it’s meant to be art. 

“Okay, y-yeah,” you choke. “I’m interested.”

Before he can even respond, Nam Joon throws his head back from the pleasure of you sucking his dick. Holy shit, you just went for it. 

As your mouth wraps around his tip, you take in how he tastes. The precum that sat in the crease of his tip was a little salty. He tastes even better the more you suck. His cock in your mouth is so big. It’s full, girthy, and long. Without needing to try, his length hits the back of your throat multiple times. With teary eyes, you gag, choke, and slobber all of his fat cock. 

Like a fucking dog. 

Like a fucking bitch. 

Like his fucking whore. 

Nam Joon loves the sight. 

He takes a handful of your hair and fucks himself deeper in your pretty mouth. This time, when his cock hits the back of your throat, he holds you still. You breathe in through your nose, sucking as much of him as you can. When you let out an intense gasp for air, he pulls away and feels his stomach twist as strings of your saliva drip. 

Nam Joon repositions you.

He lays down on his back and places you on top of him. There, you let your hands roam his chest as he helps you take your shorts off. His pecks are large and rock-hard. You love the way they feel and as he takes heavy breaths in, you note the way his abs flex.

It’s such a beautiful sight. 

“This is what you wanted, right?” Nam Joon scoffs, as he reaches for his dick. He pumps himself lazily before placing it at your entrance. “Want me so bad? Let’s see how much. Do you think you can last bouncing on my cock? You barely lasted 10 minutes fingering yourself. You were thinking about me too, right? Holding my hand and shit? Have you always been a fucking whore?”

You pout, nodding. “Yeah. I am such a fucking whore for you… I’ve been so patient. Did I wait well?”

Without warning, Nam Joon slaps you in the face. 

“This is about me,” he growls. “You want me. You have me. You get to fuck me. Get that? You waited, and you got the prize. Me. Shut the fuck up and do your fucking job, slut. I’ll praise you when I want. Don’t ask for it. Understand?”

You nod. 

He slaps your face again.

“Answer me, bitch.”

You bite your bottom lip. “I understand.”

“Good,” Nam Joon says, satisfied. “Whenever you’re ready…”

You purse your lips, asking for one more kiss. He kisses you, and as he does so, you take his cock and try to put it in. For some reason, perhaps because of how wet you are, his cock keeps slipping or your hole is just too fucking small for him. When he realizes what’s going on, he sits up a little. 

In a low tone, he offers, “Here, I’ll help you put it in.”

You look at him as he guides it in. You watch how soft his gaze turns the minute you sink into his member. You swear he feels the butterflies too. As you adjust to his size, you begin to move a little. Rolling your hips, you also add a little bounce. For stability, you place your hands on his chest. 

“That’s it,” he moans, “my slut is such a good girl.”

“Mhmm,” you breathe, “s-so good. You fill me up so good, Joon.”

As you ride him, you begin to feel more and more desperate for his cock to fuck you. This entire time, you had been doing all the work and goddamn it’s fucking exhausting. You slam your pussy onto his dick visciously, picking up the pace and trying to catch your orgasm—but you get so fucking tired.

It’s so annoying. 

“I—” you cry, “a-agghhh!”

“I got you.”

Suddenly, Nam Joon wraps his arms around your body and holds you tight. It’s like a hug, but as he does it, he drills his fucking cock into you. Like never before, you feel his length reach spots you missed as you rode him. Nam Joon drills like there’s no tomorrow. It’s so rough and intense, he slaps your ass while he’s at it. You’re constantly moaning, and at this point—

“You like it like this, little slut? Such a fucking whore for wanting it like this… Gonna take my cum? Gonna get so fucked up you can’t walk tomorrow?”

“Mhmmm,” you sob. “Yes, I want it like this. J-just like that! Fuck yes, yes, yes!”

“You think about this, huh? Always imagining how it’d be like for me to fuck you? Are you happy now? Are you fucking happy? Greedy little bitch always gets what she wants, huh?”

“So happy,” you gasp. “I love your cock. You’re so good to me, Joon.” 

Something inside him flips. He loves the way you say his name. He loves the way this feels and is even more in love with the way that it’s with you. With that being said…

He fucks you harder.

Rough, sloppy, messy. 

It’s so fucking good that you grip onto his hair and let out a few sobs. You murmur his name into his ear and your pussy clenches every time he kisses you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and concentrate on how blissful this all is. After a few moments—

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—” 

You cum. 

But it doesn’t stop there. 

Even though you came, he didn’t. 

Nam Joon continues to fuck you through your orgasm as he reaches his. Feeling the sensation, he curls his toes and digs his cock deep into you as he releases. Nam Joon stuffs his cum inside you, and pumps in and out a few more times. 

Then, he leaves it inside. 

As his cum spills, he keeps his cock inside you. Too tired to pull out, but also too in his head. He wants this to last longer than it has. He wants it again if possible… But that’s asking for too much. He knows it. 

Without exchanging any words, you lift your face and lean in. You and Nam Joon make out, nice and slow. It’s so opposite from what you two were just doing… But it was nice. You even play with his hair as you two kiss. He likes it. You know he does because he smirks against your lips. 

When you pull away, it’s like a wave of emotions hit Nam Joon. 

What the fuck did he just do?

He isn’t sure what to say or to do… All he knows is that it was good. It was fun. He had wanted this moment for a while too. Is that something he should regret? Getting what he has wanted and waited for? He doesn’t know. 

As you two lay beside one another, you reach for him and curl into his embrace. Quickly, you fall asleep. The entire thing tired you out. Nam Joon contemplates if he should get up and resume to his usual service… Or should he just lay here? Be with you? 

Was that an option?

Either way, he knows one things for sure…

He’d be here in the morning. 

To protect you.

To fuck you.

To be yours.

[thetrgger]

Time and different dimensions are the same thing, when the universe ends, it implodes, all that mass and energy gets too much and the expansion halts, starts collapsing in on itself. It's like a rubber band, stretch it too far and it breaks, snapping back to where it was. If you're caught in that small area where the universe snaps, there's no universe for you to be, and you get catapulted forward in time. When the universe implodes, it all gathers in one spot, all the gas and mass and whatnot. That's what the big bang was, the result of that implosion, the compression of everything. It exploded as a result, the universe restarting. There aren't alternate timelines or dimensions, rather, they are just our future or our past, but so much time apart you can't imagine it. The universe snapping like that? It isn't good for any of itself. The universe determines all laws of physics and all that, snapping jumbles it all around for the next cycle. Unlike the theory that states that all possibilities and impossibilities exist as a singular universe, time is infinite. The same exact universe, while obviously rare, happens multiple times. And in infinite time, every infinite universe is created an infinite amount of times. Back let me go back to that point where you're stuck in the snap zone. The universe has no universe for you to exist in that certain moment and place, so what does it do? It shoots you off through time to a place and time where you ARE located in the universe again. It's not exact, it just puts enough power into the punt so you land back in itself. However, can you imagine how large that snap zone is? In the entire universe, part of it, no matter how small it is compared to the universe, is massive to us. So much gets stuck in that, shot forward. All those bizarrely rare scenarios of supposed time travelers? They're just the lucky ones of so, so many that got put in a cave in the Triassic era, or inconveniently on the outskirts of a newly born star, or even our future. Those time travelers got lucky, being shot onto this cycle's Earth, at a time with actual humans alive. There's a way to predict where the universe is going to snap next, and if you're standing in the right spot, you can even narrow down the time. Depending on how accurate you want to be, you gotta build it bigger. If you can make it larger, to cover a larger area of the snap zone, and pump enough power into it to keep the average energy in the system above the falloff threshold, you can narrow it down to the decade! Don't go below the threshold though, or else you'll fall short of the energy maximum and be sent to a random time instead. Worse yet, if you're not 100% sure if you built everything right or not, don't use it at all. Trust me, getting snagged on the other side of Advers is infinitely worse than ending up in an acid pool before dolphins are a thing. Bad juju.

[fatedtime]

Kirei is absolutely related to the Second Beast of Revelations — the False Prophet, the Beast of the Earth, who is said to speak like a dragon. Specifically, it’s portrayed like a three-head dragon — which…

His NP also depicts a flaming ball of fire — likely the Earth itself, consumed by fire. This morphs into the corrupted grail sun — a solar eclipse is another thing predicted in Revelations, aside from all the Bad World Ending Juju that the grail has in Fate.

His NP also has him turn into an ouroboros, or a dragon eating it’s own tail, a common symbol of the cyclical life and death of the universe. The Beast of the Earth is also meant to convince people to believe in the Anti-Christ, the first beast, who emerges from the Abyss.

Which… man, abyss could mean ‘space’, and Olga sure got yeeted to an abyss… and he was specifically chosen to ‘take care of her’…

[f0point5]

You predicted the end of the race would end horribly. I need you to put the bad juju away haha

I predicted the problem because Lando had fresher tyres

[fruitbasketball]

NPOY prediction for this upcoming szn?

oooohhhh y’all got me started and you’re so going to regret it

we have the usual suspects in caitlin clark and angel reese

i’m sure they’ll drag cameron brink’s name into the debate as well

paige is back tho baby. and she’s stronger and smarter and she’s going to be a fucking force.

but for some underdogs tho!! (if you can call them that)

a healthy and confident azzi fudd is really truly dangerous. i have never seen that girl miss and if she has paige assisting her i can see her averaging 25+ a night. she’s also really strong and can hold her own, and i see her getting to the line a lot this season. she just needs to be more confident in herself.

hailey van lith is so under fucking rated. the honorable mention snub this year was ridiculous. the fact that she took louisville to an elite eight this year without emily engstler is so insane. she’s also a lot stronger and she is so fast. i know y’all have seen the highlights from her usa 3x3 this year; hailey is SHIFTY and she can move in and out of defenses easily. man has nothing on her and she obviously can navigate zone very easily. i don’t think she will win, but she should be in the conversation for sure.

some names i’m sure will be on wooden and naismith watchlists and we’ll see on all american teams: aaliyah edwards, deja kelly, juju watkins, mikaylah williams, aneesah morrow, olivia miles, mackenzie holmes, nika muhl, georgia amoore, kamilla cardoso, lexi donarski, liz kitley