#lers fucking go

[inkegg]

I watched Lisa Frankenstein 6 times in the last 48 hours. This movie...

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[tkpuke]

23 and jayvik pretty please :3

Jayce + Viktor - 23. “Yes…I mean, no!”

author’s note: okay so the plot for this was heavily inspired by @ticklish-ghost , @home-of-the-squirmle and I’s discussion on one of their posts so why not make it into a fic okay? okay cool

It was nearing midnight, the only light shining into the lab through the curtains was the moon and its luminescent stars scattered around the sky. Viktor perched an elbow on the table, leaning his cheek on his hand while reading a book that could hold answers to have them move forward with their project. They were close, but it seemed like they were met with a dead end. Scientists don’t take those lightly, so they hungrily search for other possibilities and correct their mistakes on what went wrong.

He doesn’t have a clue on his partner’s whereabouts, but he’s not going to waste time searching for him. Usually Viktor takes the extra mile and works on projects a little more than he’s suppose to. He tends to struggle with the definition of teamwork when he’s been mostly alone his entire childhood, so he has no issue working alone while Jayce heads off for other duties or sleeps at a healthy time compared to Viktor’s sleep schedule.

It was peaceful and quiet. Viktor treasures nights like these. Until something was dropped beside him, creating a loud thunk.

“Look what I made.” A voice suddenly spoke out from behind, it belonging to Jayce which made Vitkor nearly jump a foot from his chair. “Jesus Christ—Jaycewhendidyougethere-“ He looked beside him to see what was dropped, picking it up to examine. An iron knife in the perfect size to fit in your pocket, the ends in a twisted pattern to make it look a little stylish. His face doesn’t show it, but Viktor is slightly impressed. There is no interest in him for weapons, but when it’s created so clean and perfected by Jayce himself, he can’t help but be in awe.

He then puts the knife down, finally meeting Jayce’s eyes. “Another tool that will never be used for its purpose.” Clear to say Jayce has made a couple of tools, most having the same theme: sharp and dangerous. He never uses them, as Viktor stated, but Jayce always gives the ‘you never know’ excuse. In reality the man just gets bored out of his mind at times and gets these random surges of creativity to go down and make any toys his heart desires. Who wouldn’t if they had the skill to properly do so?

Viktor’s eyes started to register that Jayce is full on shirtless right in front of him, muscles exposed and pumped to its core from all the wielding. It never really dawned on him how strong of a guy Jayce is, feeling a bit fragile and small the more he compared his own build to him. How easy it could be for Jayce to effortlessly pin him. How he could take away Viktor’s right to squirm by simply sitting on his waist. How he could be picked up with one singular arm by Jayce with zero sweat.

Jayce caught on to his more than five second stare. Viktor noticed.

He took attention to the soot covered all over Jayce’s upper body, taking that as an explanation of his longing stare. “You’re dirty. Here, sit.” Viktor nudged his head over to a nearby chair, heading over to grab a cloth that will soon be damped with water and soap. “Oh, thank you. You really don’t have to.” Jayce chuckles all flustered in appreciation by Viktor’s care, taking the seat anyway. Viktor comes back, starting to dab the cloth on his shoulders while he works his way down. “Hmph, I’ve seen you sleep before in this state. Least I can do is help you get cleaned up.”

“Hey, I get too exhausted sometimes!” Jayce replies defensively, but gives a soft smile at the end. He grabs the knife he created earlier, fingers feeling around it. “You have to admit, this one looks a bit cooler than the others I have made.” Viktor nods in somewhat agreement, now focusing on the upper chest to clean off. “You can keep it, if you want to of course.”

Viktor shakes his head, not meeting Jayce’s eyes while conversing. “There’s no need for me to have it, but thank you for your…kind offer.”

“You’re keeping it.” Jayce responds back with, putting it on top of the open book Vitkor was previously reading so he won’t forget to take it with him. The other only sighs, being aware it’s a losing battle to argue with Jayce when he’s so set on gifting someone something they’ve never asked for. It’s one of the man’s many love languages: giving gifts.

His hand started moving down more, getting near his upper ribs. A quick shift of change in Jayce’s demeanor, beginning to have trouble sitting still like before and biting down his lip hard. Viktor catches on. Of course he did when he begin to rub the cloth against his body more gently, hoping it sent a ticklish shockwave. Revenge was right in front of him from all the times Viktor was ruthlessly, in his opinion, tickled silly by Jayce who never shot down an opening opportunity to do so. Little to Jayce’s knowledge, Viktor has been seeking out opportunities himself to get back. The whole idea of touch is just a subject he awkwardly moves around in, never having someone so playful and lovingly touchy like Jayce in his life.

With the way Jayce was squirming and huffing air out of his nose to suppress the giggles forming in his throat, it fueled newfound confidence in Viktor’s actions. He took it a step further, pretending a spot of soot around Jayce’s ribs was giving him difficulty to rub off, so he pressed his fingers deeper while curling them a little.

Not expecting the firmer touch along with feeling nails through the cloth gliding around his ribs freely, a surprised gasp slips out. Small giggles came right after, instinctively grabbing ahold of Viktor’s wrist. Viktor raises a brow, feigning confusion. “Sorry, does this tickle?”

“Yes…I mean, no!” Jayce got too distracted from the ticklish grazes that the question failed to register on time for him to think of an answer that may save his dignity. Viktor nudges Jayce’s firm grip off of his wrist, and he hesitantly does so. His partner looks up, doing incredibly well on not cracking a smile to foil his true intentions. “Yes? No? Which one is it?”

Jayce finds Viktor’s calmness to a newfound discovery nerve-racking, wishing he could read his mind right then and there. This is the first time Viktor has ever tried to tickle Jayce, but the poor man truly believes it was done on accident. He’s been so use to Viktor taking his ticklish onslaughts like a champ and never immediately attacking back, or even days later. Jayce had his own assumption that Viktor would never live up fully to his playfulness and do so much as tickle him back. The guy doesn’t even complete Jayce’s friendly hugs most of the time by wrapping his own arms around him, just kind of standing there until he pulls away.

So that’s why Jayce is sitting here, staring into Viktor’s questioning eyes, not knowing exactly on how to respond. He decides to lie, feeling like there’s no use in telling the truth if Viktor won’t indulge a little more.

“Um, just a little. Felt weird mostly.” He so badly does a terrible job of convincing. He releases a quiet held back sigh, not knowing if it was out of relief or disappointment when Viktor continued on cleaning after not questioning him a bit more. Viktor created a pattern, dragging the cloth and his fingers across Jayce’s skin that wasn’t ticklish at all. Then in the middle of doing so, he would press more firmly and curl his fingers again just enough for his nails to graze.

Jayce is terrible at holding in his giggles, making weird ‘kcchh!’ noises and sometimes letting a couple out for a few seconds but in a whisper tone as if Viktor isn’t right in front of him to hear them all. “You’re giggling a lot for someone who claims to just be a little ticklish.” Viktor nonchalantly states, placing a hand on top of Jayce’s shoulder to keep him steady. Jayce was about to do another failed attempt of denying until that pattern Viktor was doing met down around his stomach.

Jayce snorts, instantly slapping a hand to cover his mouth in shock as Viktor pauses his movements. His mouth twitches upward for a split second, almost smiling from Jayce’s flushed cheeks. “Oh, so it does tickle.”

“Viktor, wait—“

“You lied to me?”

“Nononono, it’s just that—“

“No need to explain yourself, Jayce. I’ll be careful.” You’d have to be dumb to not practically hear the smile in Viktor’s tone. Both of them, and if anyone else were to be in that room, would very much know that Victor won’t be ‘careful’. Viktor kept up that god forsaken pattern again, but this time letting it tickle Jayce more frequently than it cleaning.

He observed Jayce’s reactions, testing out different areas around his stomach and what brought out a louder reaction than the other. Fingers curling to the middle of his stomach earned him a full boisterous laugh. Nearing his belly button made him receive laughs that shot an octave higher with an occasional whistle coming from the gap of his two front teeth. Cleaning over his belly button made Jayce snort again, a noise Viktor was seeking out for.

Jayce’s rambunctious laugh got Viktor stuck in a trance. How it’s so loud it can be heard from all over Piltover. Jayce’s high pitch snorts coming out only when Viktor tickles somewhere particularly more sensitive. His eyes being closed shut, a random push to Viktor’s face as if it’ll tone down the ticklish sensations. Viktor now understands Jayce completely. He doesn’t want to stop the fun and hearing the flow of his laugh, everything so mesmerizing and ridiculously childish. Viktor could do this all day. 

Two hands grab Viktor’s wrists while a leg kicked out when he dragged the cloth over his belly button again, shaking his head. “Hohold on plehehease!”

Viktor scoffed. “Stop being a baby. I’m not doing anything.” But it was clear as day everything was now being done with purpose. Hands still holding onto Viktor’s wrists, Jayce takes the granted time to catch his breath. “Hehehe…ohohokay, I am one hundred percent sure I’m clean now.”

Viktor tsked, watching him take in air like he ran a marathon. “I think you might be more ticklish than me, Jayce. Isn’t that something?” Jayce abruptly stares at him, peeved. “Ohoho, is that what you think? Let’s put it to the test then.”

Viktor is now the one grabbing at Jayce’s wrists, pushing with all his might out of reach. “No, Jayce! Stop!” Jayce manages to skitter across Viktor’s side, earning him a squeak that he’s terribly embarrassed of. Jayce relishes it.

“What are you, a mouse?” He teases, letting Viktor push his hands away so he can feel like he’s having the upper hand ever so often just to play fair. Viktor stops his attempts of fighting back, shooting a glare but meanwhile grinning. “At least I don’t snort like a pig.”

Viktor just sealed his own coffin shut. “Oh, is that how you want to play?” Jayce gets up from his spot, startling Viktor. He picks him up with ease, showing no effect of Viktor’s shoves and shouts to be put down at once. Jayce lays him down on the couch softly, a location Viktor is all too familiar with by how frequent Jayce pins him down and tickles him mercilessly whenever Viktor, in Jayce’s words, deserves it.

Jayce does not attack right away, taking the time out of pure entertainment to watch him struggle a bit as if by some miracle today is the day Viktor manages to escape Jayce’s evil clutches.

He’s already giggling. “Jahayce, I am telling you now. Do not.” He manages to sit up a bit, hoping to level with Jayce more and seem convincingly threatening when his cold glare meets his eyes.

Jayce’s hands started slowly moving downwards.

“I now know where you’re most ticklish. I promise you, I will not be gentle when my next chance comes if you dare to do this.”

A leap of excitement was felt in Jayce’s heart at those words, causing him to smile and shrug before drilling into Viktor’s hips.

“I can live with that.”

[lovemybluebully]

Fuck!!!

Literally just gave myself a fucking heart attack right now. 😱 Was working on my fic and accidentally somehow selected all the text and erased everything I had written! Hit the Undo and Back buttons and it wasn't coming back and started to panic. Reopened the document and frantically started pounding CTRL-Z and felt the biggest relief when it all reappeared. Holy shit. I would've been so upset if I had lost all of that work. 😭

It's well over 4k words now and I STILL have sections that need to be filled in. Hope it will be worth the wait though. 😛

[prettylittledevil13]

OH MY FUCKING GODDDD

with thirty seconds left too god i hate it here

WHATEVER

it’s only game one… it’s only game one… it’s only game one… it’s only game one… it’s only gam…

[jonathanbyersphd]

This 🤏 close to blocking someone

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``𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.`` 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢����𝐡 𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭.

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𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 5 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴..𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘧, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨.. 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (𝘦𝘹: 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨. 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯, 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵: 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, (𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴) 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯. 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳�� 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 100% 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 /𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.

(𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.)

𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺.

𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺. (𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.)

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘚 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘢. 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘳 𝘣. 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪��𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴.

𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴. 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘯. 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 12 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰. (𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦��𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺.)

𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘖. 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎. 𝘊𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘠 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘥. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴.

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦? 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 (𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦) 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴? 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘬-𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘳. 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴.

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 ───────── 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄-𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─────────

[loganremade]

now why am i seeing bylers supporting and praising noah schnapp for posting that script? did y’all forget he’s a literal zionist who liked tweets of people mocking palestinians and supported amy schumer after her islamophobic comments?

[lovemybluebully]

hello hello, forced to leave a note on my other account... but it's okay!!

i've been stuck on my logan/laura fic for months atp, so i'm tryna get my groove back in (cramming for exams is keeping me super busy but)

i recently thought about something for logan that has probably been mentioned before but it's okay. you probably know i hc romantic wade/logan, and because of that, i think logan would just combust under any physical affection given to him by wade.

wade's favorite thing to do is gently scratch at the spots on the sides of logan's neck, underneath his ears. it tickles him enough to make him giggle and scrunch up his shoulders, but not enough for him to push wade away—not like he would, anyway. that doesn't mean logan won't swat half heartedly at wade's hand once in a while, but he ends up just letting himself melt into a little giggly pile of goop in wade's arms in the end.

-fluffyficsanddreams (aka orion ❤️)

Ah damn! I wish you luck in finishing your Logan/Laura fic as I can guarantee I'd be one of the first in line to read it! I know it would just be so darn cute! 😁

And oh gosh, that is sooooo freakin' adorable! The evil neck tickles! 😆 Thank you for putting that little scene into my head. In fact, I think I'm gonna try to write a little something with it. RIGHT NOW! If I fail to finish it, I'm gonna go ahead and apologize in advance, but I'm gonna try really hard! 😅

[ghastigiggles]

MY BRAIN GAVE ME THIS AND NOW YOU HAVE TO KNOW! AND IM SORRY!

LER WHO CAN READ MINDS, LEE WHO CONSTANTLY FORGETS THAT!

THOUGHTS? (you don’t actually have to give an opinion if you don’t want)

EVIL! where can i get one.

And of course the mindreader wouldn't play nice about it, right. Of course they'd catch their lee lacking and just be like "ho hum, I wonder what my darling wants, they've been veeeeery quiet." and its like DAMN you KNOW what they want you asshole!!!!! but they wouldn't move to do anything until it's verbalized

On the other hand. Nice during tickles bc just a quick mindread and they know what spot to target, what spot to avoid, if the lee is still having fun etc.

[lanb3r]

it got shakey af yall

YOUNG miss circle:BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP!!

Smiley:(oc) what did you get on the math test? *bla bla bla*

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

Sexymen Shenanigans, pt 1/???

Mordecai: Alastor?

Alastor, looking up: Hmm? Yes, my feline fellow?

Ghirahim: Well, Strawberry, we wanted to bring something to your attention.

Alastor: And that would be?~

Bill: ONE, WELCOME BACK FROM HAZBIN! :D

Alastor: Ah, thank you, my friend! :D

Once-Ler: Secondly, we wanted to bring up Samantha...

Alastor: Oh? What about her?

Once-Ler: Wellll, she---

Double Trouble, cutting him off: It's been a week. She's been losing it. She keeps playing yours and Vox's duet on repeat on her phone. And she's been screaming.

Alastor: ...

Double Trouble: She is in shambles.

Bill: I HAVEN'T HEARD HER SCREAM SINCE SHE FOUND OUT ABOUT MY BOOK!

Once-Ler: Or the time she found out I was 6'4...

Mordecai: I must include the fact that she also found out I was a Sexyman.

Double Trouble: Or when I showed up during Season Five of my oh so beloved show.

Alastor, quietly: ....o h.

Once-Ler: ...so how do we calm her down?

Ghirahim: Wait it out, bean pole: she'll let up.

*she did not indeed "let up"*

[moose-muffin]

guys I am breaking my silence to share that I did in fact watch hazbin hotel and I enjoyed it and I cannot believe it’s real <3 I have many words to say that I cannot think of right now but we’ll come back to that at a later date

for now my thought to share is this… ler vox or OR BETTER YET!!! lee vox <3

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

NOO MY DMS... I've been exposed huhu.. but feel free to talk to me if you wish !! and felix hm..? AHH i might be going crazy but y'know how his skzoo is a chicken? Now imagine him just nibbling and blowing raspberries and his members saying he's a chicken with a beak and eating.. (eating a certain piece of dwaekki..WHO SAID THAT.) i think i love lee bin too much, he's a cutie.

an idea for you... anyways, love you sana!!

-<3 anon

LMFAO DID YOU EVEN WANT TO BE EXPOSED-

also HOLD THAT THOUGHT I JUST FINISHED A FIC AND NOW I WANNA WRITE ANOTHER?!

my dear you do WONDERS to my inspiration and motivation 🫥🫥🫥

also THE CHAT THING WTF HOW-

ai can only develop if someone fed it that information HOW DOES IT KNOW HOW TO FLUSTER THE ENTIRETY OF THE TICKLE COMMUNITY

wait

tickle machine

WAIT WAIT I NEED TO NOTE THIS DOWN HERE

lee!jisung who buys a tickle machine that would tickle him exactly the way he likes it if he tells it how to do it

AND MINHO WHO GIVES THE MACHINE COMMANDS TO SAVE SO IT BEHAVES LIKE HIM

wait wait wait and then minho goes on a trip and ji really misses him

so he goes to the machine AND MINHO HAD SAVED IT BEFOREHAND KNOWING HANJI WOULD GO TO THE MACHINE TO RELIEVE THE 'MOOD'

so jisung is just pleasantly surprised when the machine RUTHLESSLY WRECKS HIM JUST LIKE MINHO WOULD

but after all of that poor baby goes back to missing his ler :c

'wait ill write this as a proper thought later KSHIUDHJF'

[sparkleetwordz]

mlp tk thought:

ler twilight and lee spike

their sibling relationship is so cute 😭

and it just fits their dynamic so well

I can just SO see it happening yk??

[glimblshanks]

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[oozeandgoo-art]

everyone is sooo in love with vakori on account of le is so cool and smart and deeply pragmatic and is also completely batshit insane